A missing moment from Miracle 1.

Naboo Twilight (Solace)

Twilight was shining, indigo and amethyst in the sky above Theed. A rim of faint light lined the horizon from the approaching sun, but sunrise was still an hour away.

The city was dark still and quiet, but Ben was awake. His stretch of time on Tatooine, away from his girls, had been uneventful, and peaceful despite his failed attempts at reaching an accord with Owen Lars. But Aala was right, with time things would work out, and he had a plan.

For now though, he was home and well rested. While on the desert planet that was like a second home or wherever else he might find himself in the galaxy, he often rose early - to meditate, run through katas, or complete whatever tasks needed doing, but while on Naboo he often afforded himself the luxury of staying in bed with his lovely wife.

In general, she was not a 'morning person' but over the years he had discovered a number of things that tended to make her more agreeable in the earlier hours. A good cuddle was one of them.

He never wanted to wake her but he could only resist the desire to hold her in his arms for so long, especially after being gone. So as soon as he sensed her beginning to stir he scooted closer and let his arm fall about her waist.

She gave a soft sigh as he pressed the length of his body to hers and he tightened his arm around her letting his palm slide across her stomach.

Still waking up himself and in no rush, he took advantage of the peace to simply enjoy the feel of her warm body against his, the press of her hips, and the smell of her hair.

After some indeterminate amount of time, he could tell she was beginning to wake a little more as she shifted closer, tangling her legs with his beneath the heavy covers.

He sighed, there was nothing better than having all of her so close, and he swept his hand down over her hip to her bare leg. Her skin was warm and so soft and he let his fingertips drag down and then back up.

Shifting again under his gentle touch she hummed a soft noise of approval and he took it as encouragement, continuing to stroke the bare skin of her thigh.

"Good morning," she murmured finally, her voice a little husky from sleep.

"It always is with you," he answered, his tone sincere.

She stretched a little, and then curled up again, hugging her pillow close and her next words came out as a bit of a mumble. "You're up early..."

"I didn't mean to wake you," he replied, but he was sure she didn't really mind that much. Each time he moved his hand, she shifted closer, her body responding instinctively to his touch, eager and willing.

As slow as he could manage, he let his hand move back to her stomach and then up further to cup her breast in his palm through her thin shirt. She sighed and arched her back just a little, pressing closer.

"S'okay," she murmured sleepily. "I missed you."

"I missed you, too," he said, his voice husky. Raising up on one arm, he guided her to lay on her back so he could see her face. He had missed her, so much, and he vowed to figure out something better, somehow. But for now, nothing existed for him except this beautiful woman in his bed.

Obligingly, Aala turned toward him and smiled as she caught his gaze in the darkness. Her hand rose to his jaw and he leaned down, pressing his mouth to hers. As he kissed her, he slipped his hand under her shirt. His fingers skimmed over her torso and he used one finger to circle the tip of her breast, closer and closer until he flicked across her nipple. She gasped, breaking their kiss and he pulled back to look at her.

Her eyelids fluttered open and she gave him a slow smile. He brushed his finger over her nipple again and she couldn't help a quiet moan, her breath starting to quicken.

Seeing how much he affected her suddenly he couldn't think of anything except how much he wanted her.

She must have caught the heat in his expression because he could see it now reflected in her eyes and she cast him an entirely pleased grin.

"Are you awake now?" Ben teased.

"Not quite," she answered, her voice low, "but that's okay. I love sleepy sex."

He chuckled and leaned in to kiss her again. She was right, there was something particularly enjoyable about slow careful movements, taking your time and being entirely relaxed.

And with her laying pliant beneath him in their bed, he did just that - taking his time to reacquaint himself with every detail of her body and her pleasure. His hand ran idly across her hips and her thighs, while his mouth explored her neck and her chest.

He pushed her shirt up and shifting down, his lips trailed over the fullness of her breast and he caught her nipple in the wet heat of his mouth. As he suckled and twirled his tongue around the stiffened peak she gasped and arched against him. Her hands clutched at his shoulders and then slid to his back and tugged at his tunic. He removed it quickly then lowered his body back to hers.

He took equal time lavishing attention on each breast and felt a swell of pleasure as he could feel her heart beginning to pound in her chest, her breath quick and shallow.

"Obi-Wan," she pleaded, her voice shaky. He chuckled and let his hand begin the path to her core. She could never quite remember to use his alias in moments like this, but he found it endearing.

And he was starting to feel a little overcome himself, so he slipped his fingers under the top edge of her underwear and slowly maneuvered them down her long legs, then took a moment to remove his own.

With a coy smile over her shoulder, Aala turned back to her side and he laid down behind her, pulling her close. She arched her back, pressing her hips into him and he shifted until his length was pressing between her legs. The tip of his cock teased her folds and he used one hand to help guide himself to her entrance.

She exhaled harshly as he began to slide himself into her, electricity arcing between them and he moved his hand to her abdomen, pressing gently as she shuddered, to help keep her still.

"Oh..." she gave a quiet moan as he began to move, and she rocked her hips in tempo with him.

The pleasure built quickly and he was lost to the feeling of her, surrounding him, so much so he was not sure how close she was. Sliding his hand to her thigh, he pushed the blanket away and pulled her leg back and over his hip so she was spread open, her bottom pressed hard against his pelvis.

Aala gasped and sighed and he continued moving against her with careful measure. She was tight and hot and he could hardly restrain himself, but he kept his focus on her, pleasing her.

With her open to him now and on the brink, he skimmed his hand down her stomach to her center and he let his fingertips circle her clit - they only brushed against her but it was enough.

"Yes, please," she sighed, "please..."

He felt her leg beginning to quiver and he couldn't help his own groan as he pressed his mouth to her shoulder. He continued his precise motions, his fingers slick with her wetness and his shaft pumping into her and then she clutched his forearm and her breath caught as she came, her hips spasming erratically.

Ben was only just able to resist the incredible feeling of her inner muscles clenching around his length to keep from coming with her. Willing his body to relax as she pulsed around him, he held tight to her as she writhed in his arms.

After a few long, long moments, her harsh breathing the only sound between them, he held her close, still hard and aching inside of her, and when she quieted he gave her another minute or two to recover and then he began again.