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Trial of the Heart

by Amberlee ( amberleewriter@yahoo.com )

Author: Amberlee
Title: Trial of the Heart
Category: non Q/O, Obi/Bail, first-time, chan
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None that I can think of.
Summary: When a handsome and worldly Viceroy meets a young and inexperienced Padawan, sparks fly.
Feedback: Email sent to me about my stories is always responded to with my thanks.
Notes: This story would not be at all without the beautiful artwork of Ren. Her drawings of young Bail and Obi-Wan gave me the inspiration for this story. (See notes at end regarding art.) Lori, Sarien Palth, and Laura McEwan all gave it a look at some point to ensure I was on track and that my typos and grammar didn't offend. Finally, George Lucas created the GFFA. While I'm sure he would raise and eyebrow at what I do with his characters, I certainly could never have done this without him and he is owed credit where credit is due.

Bail Organa lay in the dark with his eyes closed in an effort to enhance his fantasy. His lotion-slick hand moved up and down his erection in steady strokes, but in his imagination Obi-Wan Kenobi sat astride him. His other hand brushed up to twist a nipple -- Obi-Wan's hand, attached to a slender, pale-skinned body. In his mind, Bail could visualize nearly every detail, right down to the red-blond hair spiked from exertion and sweat.

Though he wanted , and to make it last, Bail knew it wouldn't be long. A leisurely buildup to a satisfying orgasm that took the edge off after a hard day was no longer in the cards. It hadn't been for the last three standard weeks. Ever since the Jedi arrived to assist with security for the retirement and medal ceremony for Senator Omas, Bail had found himself ending his days even more frustrated than when they began. Just being around the Padawan made Bail's balls ache and pulling himself off at night with an ever increasingly detailed mental image of Obi-Wan Kenobi as his lover simply wasn't enough anymore.

He didn't understand what was happening to him: why the urge to come when he visualized Obi-Wan was so sharp, why he climaxed so hard at the idea of thrusting up inside him, why it was impossible now to imagine anyone else. All Bail knew was that when he cried out, his rapid heartbeat skipping in time with the spurts of his ejaculation, he no longer felt satisfied. When it was over, the fantasy would be gone and he would be left alone in a cold bed with nothing more than semen-sticky sheets and an empty feeling in his chest.

Bail wanted something. He wanted it badly. He wanted it more than he had wanted anything before.

He wanted Obi-Wan Kenobi and he had only a few days left to find a way to have him.

As the he afternoon drew to a close, Bail stood to one side and listened as his Minister of Protocol argued with Qui-Gon Jinn. Security arrangements for the reception later that evening had been quickly resolved, but the details for the medal ceremony and celebration were being hotly contested. Alderaan was a peaceful planet dedicated to an ideal of pacifism and the Minister of Protocol felt that the rigorous security checkpoints and large amount of guards on the floor were an insult to both Alderaan and the prestigious beings that would be in attendance. Master Jinn, concerned with the safety of other sitting Senators from throughout the Republic, as well as that of the Supreme Chancellor, flatly refused to do away with the checkpoints as part of standard security measures and indicated that the amount of guards he wanted was half that normally suggested for an event of this magnitude. Bail's Head of Security had already been offended so much at the idea that his proposals were inadequate, that he had stormed out of the office.

Bail tried not to yawn. The entire situation was ridiculous in his opinion. The Jedi had been requested for their expertise in such matters and sent as representatives of the Supreme Chancellor. Arguing about Jedi recommendations simply to defend a point of pride was a waste of time. Sadly, Bail's ministers rarely listened to him -- which was exactly why he had requested the Jedi in the first place.

"Excuse me, but I think there may be an acceptable solution." Obi-Wan was standing near a holoprojection of the throne room and grand receiving hall of the royal palace. He had shifted the image from two dimensions to three and was pointing at the observation balcony that ran around the parameter of the huge rotunda. "Minister, this area here, will it be in use?"

"No. We won't be allowing anyone on the upper level. There would be no reason for it. It is only deep enough to accommodate one ring of seating anyway."

Bail smiled as Obi-Wan went in for the kill.

"Then why not use the area? Placing guards at these points," Obi-Wan used a special laser stylus and placed large blue dots at regular intervals around the balcony, "would allow us to have a clear line of sight through the entire space without the intrusive floor presence that you object to, Minister. While it wouldn't entirely eliminate the need for floor guards, it would substantially reduce their numbers. Additionally, if some high-ranking members of the Alderaani Home Guard and a few of the fleet Captains could be pressed to attend the event in uniform it would give the illusion of larger numbers to anyone that might be thinking of mischief without the overt Republic Guard presence you seem so concerned about."

Qui-Gon nodded. "Excellent idea, Obi-Wan. We could also move the camera surveillance systems being used tonight for the reception. By placing them at strategic positions, such as servant access areas, we can ensure that the only way guests are coming in and out is through the checkpoints."

"Wonderful! I think that takes care of all Minister Aldrette's objections." Bail clapped his hands together, pleased to have the issue resolved and even more so that Obi-Wan had been the one to suggest the compromise. "Master Jinn, perhaps we should run the proposal past Commander Tyner before making a final decision? I wouldn't want him to feel slighted."

"Certainly, Your Highness." Qui-Gon bowed to Bail before turning to the Minister. "After you?"

Minister Aldrette was clearly unhappy at being out-flanked and Bail derived no small amount of pleasure from the man's discomfort and loss of face. The Jedi always consulted Bail first in every matter and made it clear that, as Viceroy, Bail was, in their opinion, the final word of authority. Since Aldrette had run Bail's court since the Ascension, and thought of himself as the real power behind the throne, it galled him to see Bail lead.

Bail could think of no better punishment for the man. Aldrette, Bail's personal aide, and Qui-Gon Jinn stepped out of the office to confer with Bail's Head of Security, leaving him alone with Obi-Wan. The Padawan still stood near the holoprojection. The light from a window highlighted Obi-Wan's hair creating a soft golden halo around the Padawan's face in counterpoint to the cool green and blue reflected in his eyes as he considered the image. He was stunning. Bail, unable to help himself, moved closer as he watched how Obi-Wan pursed his lips in concentration -- the pink of his tongue sneaking out to wet his lips.

Bail wanted to be that tongue so much that it was physically painful.

"Do you know what I find fascinating?"

Bail almost didn't recognize his own voice as he said the words. Heart hammering, he reached out and took Obi-Wan's hand in his own. It was a risky thing to do and he knew it, but Bail was tired of lying awake at night and wondering. He brushed his fingers over Obi-Wan's in an unexpected and intimate gesture that made Obi-Wan's eyes fly open in surprise.

"Your hands. They seem so delicate, yet I know for a fact that you've used them to kill." Bail tugged Obi-Wan's hand toward his lips. When the Padawan didn't resist he felt a surge of triumphant hope. "I've wondered what it would be like to feel your hands on me," Bail whispered over Obi-Wan's knuckles. "I wonder if the strength I know lies in these hands would yield behind closed doors."

Obi-Wan's face flushed bright pink and he pulled his hand away. "Your Highness!"

"Do you find me forward?" Bail let his hand fall to his side. He had come this far and it was too late to turn back. "I apologize, but I could see no other way. I've tried to show my interest in you with more subtlety these last three weeks, but soon you and your Master will leave Alderaan. I couldn't let that happen without knowing if you returned my attraction."

Flabbergasted, Obi-Wan stood with his mouth open. Qui-Gon was just in the next room and could return at any moment. "Your Highness," he stammered, "I don't know what to say."

"Say what you feel." Bail took a deep breath and clasped his hands together in front of him. He didn't have the luxury of seduction with so many people constantly around them. He also no longer had the luxury of time. The Jedi would leave the day after the ceremony on one of the many diplomatic shuttles that would return dignitaries to Coruscant. "Have you any interest in me or is my desire one-sided? I must know, Obi-Wan Kenobi. I've hardly slept in three days for the thought of you."

Obi-Wan frowned, uncertain of how to proceed. He had never had an experience like this one and had no frame of reference. Qui-Gon might be upset with him were he to become involved, not only because it might compromise the mission but because, as a Padawan, entanglements were frowned upon. There was also the fact that if he spoke the truth and told Bail he was attracted, it might leave him with the wrong impression.

"Your Highness..."

"Please," Bail interrupted, unable to keep the nervousness from his voice. "If you intend to refuse me, use my name and not my title. If I am to long for you at night in my dreams then the least you can do is call me Bail."

"Bail, it isn't that I'm not flattered by your..." Obi-Wan's voice trailed off as he watched Bail's shoulders sag just a touch. A soft sigh escaped the young Viceroy and his eyes closed in an almost pained expression. Obi-Wan hesitated. The kind of courage it would take to voice those kinds of feelings was something he could hardly imagine. He had certainly never been able to say anything like it, though he had wanted to once or twice. Obi-Wan bit his lower lip and closed his eyes. His instincts told him that truth here was best.

"I return your attraction, Bail."

Bail's eyes flashed open and he let out an unsteady breath of relief. He started to speak but took in Obi-Wan's expression and kept still.

"You must understand what my admission means." Obi-Wan's eyes opened searching Bail's face for reaction as he spoke. "Anything that might pass between us would end when I leave Alderaan. Could you live with that?"

The door behind Obi-Wan opened before Bail had a chance to respond. Qui-Gon Jinn entered the room with Bail's staff behind him. "Your Highness, the final arrangements are in place. All of us are satisfied that the security will be more than sufficient."

"I thank you, Master Jinn, as do the people of Alderaan." He looked pointedly at Obi-Wan when he said, "The Jedi will ever be welcome here as long as I rule."

Qui-Gon bowed and Obi-Wan did the same. It was clear the Jedi Master intended to withdraw. "Thank you, Your Highness."

Bail nodded, keeping his attention focused on Obi-Wan. "I enjoyed our discussion, Padawan Kenobi. As it seems we both are now needed elsewhere, should you wish to continue it I would be pleased to do so after the reception tonight."

Obi-Wan bowed again. "I would like that, Your Highness."

It took several minutes after the Jedi left for Bail to be able to focus on what his staff was saying. Even then, he used only part of his attention. He kept thinking about Obi-Wan's question and how it might be answered.

Obi-Wan checked over his clean set of tunics, then turned his attention to his boots. Knowing their duties to be largely ceremonial, both he and his Master had brought their "good" clothes. It often amused Obi-Wan that they kept an extra set of boots and clothing, unused in their closets, for situations such as these. They didn't look any different than their everyday things, just less worn. It seemed almost silly.

Settling on the floor, Obi-Wan began to polish the boots to a high shine. It wasn't really necessary. The boots were perfectly fine. However, Obi-Wan had need of work to keep his mind focused on the now and not on the future or the past. His short conversation with Bail Organa had been surprising for many reasons -- the least of which was the fact that the Viceroy had propositioned him.

At sixteen, Obi-Wan knew a lot about sex in theory but very little in practice. He had taken the requisite courses on physiology and sexuality at the Temple. He and his friends had experimented with kissing and necking during dare games. Quinlan even obtained a pornographic holovid that they'd watched together one night with interesting results. Of course, Obi-Wan had been masturbating for quite some time, and had even gone so far as to slip a few fingers inside himself while fantasizing about his Master. The orgasm that little experiment had elicited had been particularly intense, and Obi-Wan was interested in trying something other than just fingers, but the mission schedule after that had been so demanding that they hadn't returned to Coruscant until just before leaving for Alderaan. Still, in spite of all Obi-Wan's study and experimentation, he had never actually had intercourse with another being. To have a man like Bail Organa pursue him was simultaneously exhilarating and disconcerting. Could he live up to the expectations of an experienced man nearly seven years his senior?

"Padawan."

Obi-Wan's head jerked up. "Yes, Master?"

"You are not yet ready? What's taking so long?" Qui-Gon was already dressed and looked down at Obi-Wan with a curious expression on his face.

"I'm sorry, Master," Obi-Wan replied, scrambling to his feet. "I was polishing the boots and lost track of time. I'll be only a moment."

Qui-Gon's brow wrinkled. "Obi-Wan, is there anything you wish to discuss with me?"

"I'm sorry, Master?"

"You have acted strangely since our last meeting with the Viceroy." Qui-Gon moved and sat down on the edge of Obi-Wan's bed, careful to avoid the clothing that lay there. "Did something happen between you?"

Obi-Wan blushed. "No, Master."

Frowning, Qui-Gon persisted. "No?"

There was a long silence. Obi-Wan looked at his feet, unable to meet his Master's penetrating gaze. Why had he lied?

Finally, Qui-Gon let out a sigh. "Obi-Wan, I'm disappointed. I thought we had built trust between us."

"Master!"

"You will remain with the security team during the reception to observe and ensure that all goes without incident. I will attend the Viceroy in the room. I would like you, as you are supervising, to consider your answer to me and we will revisit this issue later in the evening."

The reception was excruciating.

Had circumstances been different, Bail might have enjoyed the party. The Council of Elders was comprised of the heads of each royal household and many of them brought their eligible daughters to events such as this in hopes of promoting a match between their house and that of House Organa. Though many of the young ladies were superficial or vain, they were always attractive and good dancers. Bail quite enjoyed dancing. Periodically, an off-world Princess would arrive in the company of a dignitary negotiating a trade agreement and he would spend the evening alternately wooing and putting off any thought the young lady had of becoming Queen of Alderaan.

It never seemed to occur to anyone that Bail might prefer men. Of course, a man could not produce an heir for House Organa and, thereby, secure the Ascension, so Bail supposed that his preferences had very little to do with the matter.

Bail politely suffered through the event with a false smile on his face. Lovely young ladies and their mothers curtsied. Their fathers and brothers bowed. He took turns on the dance floor, being sure to give equal amounts of attention to each of his partners. Such things were easy, but particularly so tonight. Tonight, his attention was elsewhere.

Tonight he had searched the crowd, in vain, for Obi-Wan Kenobi.

In the colorful sea of fabrics that adorned his guests, spotting the dark brown and cream of the simple Jedi robes was an easy task. A dark shape drifting through the party would catch his attention and light a spark of hope only to be extinguished. Obi-Wan never appeared. Instead, the only robe Bail saw belonged to the Jedi Master Qui-Gon Jinn, and the anticipated evening of playful banter and double entendre became just another boring event.

As the evening dragged on, Bail began to worry. Had he come on too strong and frightened Obi-Wan off? Perhaps he had misinterpreted Obi-Wan's response? Was he being tested in some way? Frustrated and concerned, he excused himself from Senator and Breha Antilles to seek out the Jedi. He had to know why Obi-Wan had not appeared.

"Good evening, Master Jinn. Are you enjoying the party?"

"Viceroy." Qui-Gon bowed as protocol required. "Yes, I am, thank you."

Bail tried to sound nonchalant. "Where is your Padawan? I thought he was to attend this evening."

"I felt it best that one of us stay with your security force as an extra precaution." Qui-Gon raised an eyebrow. "Is this not satisfactory?"

"Of course, whatever you think best, Master Jinn. You are, after all, the expert in these matters." Bail waved a hand and tried not to let his disappointment show. At least, the Padawan was otherwise engaged and not avoiding him. Or was this a ruse? Had Obi-Wan said something to his Master? Had he asked to be excused from the event?

"You seem rather interested in my Padawan, Viceroy."

Bail turned and took a glass from the tray of a nearby server to cover his reaction. He sipped at the alcohol and chose his words carefully. "In all honesty, Master Jinn, I'm surrounded by courtiers that are either twice my age or think of me as a potential husband. It's refreshing to be able to talk to someone nearer to my age with a sharp mind and their own interests that have nothing whatsoever to do with me or my throne."

Qui-Gon brought a hand to his chin and thoughtfully considered Bail Organa's words. They held the ring of truth. When Jorus C'baoth and his team had mediated the Ascension dispute, Bail had hardly been a teenager. No doubt it was difficult to have the ministers take him seriously in such a case. And friends, politicians didn't have friends, they had associates that they manipulated or that used them to their own advantage. "It must be difficult for you."

Bail shrugged. "I do not expect sympathy, Master Jinn. It is simply the way of things. You asked about my interest in your Padawan and I have told you."

Qui-Gon was about to ask another question when an aide interrupted. "Viceroy, the Minister of Protocol is looking for you. It is time for your speech."

"Well, Master Jinn, duty calls."

Sulking wasn't something a Jedi should do. Obi-Wan knew this. However, he simply couldn't help himself. He had spent the entirety of the party in a small room full of vid screens with two of the Viceroy's security personnel watching surveillance footage. Now that Bail had declared himself, Obi-Wan found that he focused on things he hadn't before. He watched as Bail talked to the guests, his mouth curving in a smile and his tongue sneaking out to wet his lips as he spoke. As Bail spun young women around the dance floor, Obi-Wan noted the fabric of his outfit clinging to broad shoulders and powerful thighs. He observed as Bail absently ran a thumb, time and again, around the wet rim of his glass in a near caress that made Obi-Wan shift in uncomfortably in his chair.

To add insult to injury, since the pair of guards in question had eaten before they came on duty, no one bothered to ask if Obi-Wan needed dinner. As Obi-Wan squirmed, his sexual frustration mounting, his stomach rumbled and growled. He couldn't tell what was more irritating, being half-hard or feeling near faint from hunger.

When the party ended Obi-Wan returned, annoyed and sullen, to the suite he shared with his Master. A muja fruit he had taken two days before from a breakfast tray was the only thing he managed to scrounge for his supper. It did little to satisfy him and even less to improve his mood. He was certainly not an ideal apprentice by the time Qui-Gon returned.

"Did you have a good time, Master?" Obi-Wan grumbled. "I'm sure the food was wonderful. Didn't happen to bring any of it with you, by chance?"

Qui-Gon frowned. "Obi-Wan, do you really want to begin our discussion in this manner?"

With an exaggerated sigh, Obi-Wan flopped down onto the settee.

Qui-Gon stood in the middle of the room rubbing his temple. "Obi-Wan, I have no idea what has occurred since we arrived on Alderaan to cause you to become so disrespectful. I am your Master and, as such, I have both the authority and the right to inquire as to your interactions with individuals you encounter during missions. I also am perfectly within my bounds to punish you when you lie to me. Now, I will ask you again, did something happen between you and the Viceroy?"

"We talked, nothing more," Obi-Wan said, his arms crossed in front of his chest in a defiant gesture.

"Then were is this coming from?" Qui-Gon threw up his hands. "I do not understand, Obi-Wan! Have I done something to upset you?"

Obi-Wan's shoulders slumped and he looked down at his reflection in his boots. "No."

Qui-Gon sensed an opening. He moved to the settee and perched next to his Padawan. "Obi-Wan, help me to understand what is troubling you."

"You don't trust me." Obi-Wan barely whispered the words. They weren't the ones he intended but as they came out, he realized how true they were. He looked up at Qui-Gon's surprised expression and continued. "I'm almost seventeen now and yet you don't trust me to have a conversation with someone. I want you to stop treating me like a child. Do I have to tell you everything? I want a little privacy."

Qui-Gon sat for a time, considering what Obi-Wan said. He rubbed at his chin with one hand and finally spoke. "Obi-Wan, perhaps what you say has merit. You are older now and I should respect that. However, you are not yet a man, or a Knight, and your request that I stop treating you as a child holds little sway when you respond in this manner. I was concerned because you seemed distracted and upset. When I asked you about it, you shut me out instead of making an adult request for privacy. I will do my best in the future to treat you less like a child, but only on the condition that you respond to me in a more adult fashion. When you act as petulant and sullen as you have the last standard day, you cannot expect that I will simply allow you to continue such behavior. If you force my hand as you have, I will respond to you in the manner in which you deserve."

"But what the Viceroy and I discussed is not of consequence!" Obi-Wan protested.

"Enough!" Qui-Gon stood up, obviously unhappy. "If you do not wish to talk with me about it then the matter is closed. However, your continued obstinacy will not be tolerated. You are a Jedi, Obi-Wan Kenobi, and we are on a mission. You represent the Order and your actions reflect on the Council and upon me as your Master."

Obi-Wan's face flushed at the upbraiding. He didn't mean for this to get so out of hand. The situation was just, well, awkward. What could he say? Well, Master, the Viceroy told me he wants me and, now that I think about it, I'm actually a little attracted to him. Oh, and by the way, I didn't want to tell you about it because when I masturbate I think about you and the fact that I'm even considering Bail's proposition makes me feel like I'm betraying you.

No, that was definitely not something he was ready to say.

"Master, I apologize. I would never..."

A chime sounded and both Master and Apprentice turned look at the door. Qui-Gon walked over and tried not to show surprise when the door opened to reveal Bail Organa.

"Good evening, Master Jinn. I hope it is not too late to speak with Padawan Kenobi."

Qui-Gon frowned as he bowed. "Viceroy, please come in."

As Bail stepped inside, Obi-Wan's flush went from pink to bright red. He wanted to crawl under something and hide. Bail stood there next to Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan couldn't help comparing them. They were about the same height. Bail was a bit more lanky but both of them had such broad shoulder and large hands and...

He could feel himself getting hard again. Why was the Force doing this to him?

Bail took one look at Qui-Gon's expression and knew he wasn't welcome. Obi-Wan's embarrassed expression only reinforced the realization that he had interrupted something. Being the diplomat he was, he couldn't, in all good conscience, ignore the situation. "I'm sorry. Is this a bad time?"

Qui-Gon looked back and forth between Bail and Obi-Wan. Finally, he made a decision. "No, Viceroy. I was just about to retire. I hope I won't offend you if I leave you and Obi-Wan alone?"

"Not at all, Master Jinn."

Qui-Gon turned to his Padawan. "Obi-Wan, I will see you in the morning." He went into his bedroom and shut the door without another word.

The silence that followed was awkward. Obi-Wan sat there, staring at his hands. Bail, uncertain if he was welcome, remained standing near the doorway. As the minutes dragged on Bail finally walked over to where Obi-Wan was sitting. He looked down at the Padawan, who seemed like he wanted to crawl under the nearest rock, and tried to find something benign to say. When nothing came to him, he decided to be blunt. "It would seem my timing is less than stellar. If you would prefer that I leave, I will."

"No." Obi-Wan sighed and looked up. He tried to smile. "Your reception seemed to go well."

"I suppose." Bail reached out a hand and brushed it lightly against Obi-Wan's cheek. "I was disappointed when you weren't there. I've thought of little more than our interrupted conversation all night."

Obi-Wan could feel himself blushing again. He reached up, taking Bail by the wrist. "Not here," he said quietly. He stood up and tugged Bail toward the door to his room.

Bail tried not to get his hopes up. He followed Obi-Wan through the bedroom and onto a small balcony. Once there, Obi-Wan let go of Bail's hand and went to lean on the railing, looking out over Aldera. "I asked you before if you could be satisfied with only these days we have left. I would hear your answer."

Bail moved to stand behind Obi-Wan, pressing his chest into Obi-Wan's back. He spoke softly into Obi-Wan's ear. "The answer seemed simple to me at first. I intended to say yes. But as the day wore on, I wondered why you asked the question. I wondered if it was some kind of test. If I say yes, am I a rogue that hopes to take advantage? If I say no, will you find me sincere but still refuse my attentions on principle? I wondered how you would know if I were being honest and not just telling you what you want to hear." Bail ran a hand up Obi-Wan's side and felt the Padawan shiver. "In the end, I decided that it doesn't matter. My answer to you is that I don't know. If I kiss you, will I crave it later when you're gone? If I hold you, will I want more? I cannot say, Obi-Wan Kenobi. I know that you fascinate me. I know that when I take hold of myself at night and close my eyes that your face is the one I see. Will replacing my imagination with the reality of you sate that lust? It may. But I can no more guarantee that than I can any other thing."

"It wasn't a test. I just..." The combination of Bail's words and touch made Obi-Wan's mouth go dry. His heart hammered in his chest and the railing felt slick beneath his hands. Was this really what he wanted? A certain part of his anatomy definitely thought so. Still, Obi-Wan had to be honest with himself and with Bail. If he crossed this line, there would be no turning back. He closed his eyes and swallowed hard, summoning courage. "As a Jedi, I have no room in my life for romantic entanglements. My devotion must be to the Order and not to any one being. I know there are many that might find that difficult to reconcile. I have no wish to lead you on."

Emboldened, Bail pressed closer. "And I must marry and produce an heir, but my duty does not change my desire for you."

Still struggling with the confusion that plagued him, Obi-Wan turned in Bail's grasp. He wasn't certain that he was ready to become someone's lover, but Bail's words reassured him that, no matter what transpired, there would be no lingering attachment that might go against the code. The relief of that knowledge combined with Obi-Wan's sixteen-year-old libido made up for his uncertainty. Without any real decision to do so, Obi-Wan's lips found Bail's.

It was not at all like the kisses he had experienced with his friends at the temple. Siri's lips were soft like Bail's, but far more pliant and submissive. Garen's kisses had been rough and rushed, not like this one that built over time and seemed more about learning than self-gratification. Quinlan's were closest, hot and measured, but he lacked the facial hair of Bail Organa and, therefore, the rough, tickling sensation that scratched against his face.

As they continued to explore one another, Bail slowly pressed his body into Obi-Wan's, sandwiching him between balcony railing and body. Sure hands slid from Obi-Wan's back and down to cup his ass. One of Bail's legs slipped between Obi-Wan's; the thigh that had been admired earlier brushed against a now very hard erection. The friction made Obi-Wan gasp and Bail took the opportunity it granted. Obi-Wan squirmed as Bail's tongue probed his mouth and Bail's hips rolled forward. He could feel Bail's erection now as their bodies rubbed together.

Once Obi-Wan visited a planet with his master where winged insects were worshiped. The population built huge structures of primitive steel and glass that towered into the sky -- crystalline cathedrals where they protected the tiny creatures from the elements and paid them homage. They entered into these sanctuaries naked to walk among the peaceful gardens and give thanks. Obi-Wan and his Master had participated in one such walk. The insects were a riot of vivid color, their curved wings and graceful legs beautiful to behold. When Obi-Wan had stopped to examine one as it rested on a leaf, he had been surprised to hear a deep thrumming emanate from the creature. Suddenly, the sound grew louder and Obi-Wan found himself surrounded. Hundreds, perhaps thousands, of the insects swarmed around his body. Afraid at first, Obi-Wan stood completely still but his fear was soon put to rest. The insects were not attacking; instead they brushed their fragile wings against his body like delicate fingers. The buzz of their flight and the sound they produced when calling to one another reverberated through his body. It made him feel strange -- alive and electric. He'd been embarrassed by his body's response of arousal until after they exited the building. Apparently the inhabitants of the planet considered such a "blessing," as they called it, to be good luck. Still, the erotic nature of the experience hadn't been fully appreciated until now.

Obi-Wan felt the same thrum of longing, the same electric connection as he and Bail ground against each other on the balcony. He hadn't felt this way before with his friends and it was slightly disturbing. It suddenly occurred to Obi-Wan that it had to do with intent. When playing games the limits were always clearly defined. A kiss was a kiss and didn't necessarily mean there would be anything more. Even the few times he had made out with Quinlan had been far different. It was unspoken, but both of them knew the boundaries. With Bail, there were no boundaries, no years of friendship, no common history or philosophy. With Bail, Obi-Wan had no idea what might come next, where a kiss or a touch might lead. There was an element of danger and risk with Bail that he now understood had underscored and heightened his experience on that far away planet long ago.

It was then, as Obi-Wan reached his epiphany, that Bail slipped his hand around to cup Obi-Wan's balls through his pants. Obi-Wan tensed a bit but didn't try to pull away. While it felt wonderful, it also made him nervous. Then, Bail's hand ran up Obi-Wan's erection and slipped past the fabric in search of flesh. Obi-Wan's reaction was immediate.

He yelped and shoved Bail away.

Confused and startled, Bail stared at Obi-Wan, who was now clutching a hand to his tunic. Bail took in the wide-eyed and defensive posture and wondered what he'd done.

"I thought I was ready. I didn't mean to..." Obi-Wan's voice trailed off. He turned his head to one side to avoid looking at Bail. "I've never done this before."

Bail's look of surprise changed to one of outright shock. Mind racing and body still aching with need, he did his best to force logic to kick in. He took a step toward Obi-Wan, his arms down in an open and non-threatening posture. "What exactly haven't you done?" he said softly, "Kissed someone?"

Obi-Wan shook his head. "No. I've kissed someone before."

"Then, you've never kissed a man before?"

"No, I've kissed a man."

Bail's brow wrinkled. He was trying to understand so he could put Obi-Wan at ease, but he didn't want to cause any more embarrassment than was necessary. He watched as Obi-Wan's hands fell to his sides.

"My friend Quinlan and I, we've..." Obi-Wan stopped and looked up, red faced, at Bail. "I mean, I've never had someone touch me like that. Quinlan and I both came once but we had our clothes on and..."

Bail's eyes went even wider than Obi-Wan's. Suddenly, so many things made sense: the shyness and blushes, the formality and the tentative way Obi-Wan kissed at first. He was a virgin. In the second it took for Bail to make the mental leap the realization required, he made another and he could feel an anxious knot form in his stomach. "Obi-Wan," he interrupted, "exactly how old are you?"

"I'll be seventeen in two standard months."

Bail rubbed a hand over his face as he sighed. Why he hadn't suspected this was, in hindsight, beyond his comprehension. Alderaani weren't prudish by any sense of the term, but every society had social conventions and rules about consent. Bail was twenty-three and Obi-Wan under eighteen. The law was clear. But did the law really apply when Jedi Masters took their Padawans into harm's way at a far younger age? As he had said to Obi-Wan earlier in the day, those young hands had been used to kill. The questions were enough to give Bail a splitting headache.

Obi-Wan's voice, when it broke through Bail's thoughts, was soft and filled with disappointment. "You don't want me now."

"Oh no, it's not that." Bail closed the distance between them and put a hand to Obi-Wan's cheek. There was so much innocence in the unlined and youthful face, yet Obi-Wan's eyes seemed old -- sad and wise beyond his years -- and the dichotomy only filled Bail with intense desire. "If anything it only enhances your allure. Still, it does change things."

"I wasn't scared." Obi-Wan's voice was loud, as if volume might make up for conviction. "I was just nervous."

"I know." Bail smiled and let his hand brush down Obi-Wan's arm. He took hold of a hand and tugged Obi-Wan toward a bench on the balcony. "Obi-Wan, I think my behavior has proven that I'm not a person that thinks sex is only for procreation or should be confined to the limits of a committed relationship. I appreciate the satisfaction and joy that I find in my body and in the bodies of others. However, no matter how much I want you, I wouldn't want anything between us to become something either one of us regrets."

Obi-Wan let himself be guided. He nodded at Bail's words and sat down on the bench. When he started to speak, Bail put his fingers to Obi-Wan's lips and knelt before him. "I still remember my first time. I remember everything about it. I remember the sounds and the smells. I remember how it felt. I can close my eyes and see the face before me." Bail's fingers trailed downward, brushing against Obi-Wan's throat. "Your sexuality is a gift, Obi-Wan, and if you chose to give it to me then I will treasure it, but know that I will not hold it against you if you change your mind. No matter what happens, if you ask me to stop, I will."

Bail's hand trailed down Obi-Wan's chest and stopped when it reached the belt at his waist. Locking eyes with Obi-Wan, Bail slowly and deliberately brought his other hand up and began to unbuckle the belt. He wondered for a moment if Obi-Wan would stop him, but he didn't.

As the belt catch released, and the fabric beneath began to fall back, Bail raised up on his knees. He slipped his hands between the folds and Obi-Wan's chest, watching all the while for a reaction. Cautious, he leaned forward to place a kiss at the hollow of Obi-Wan's neck. The skin was smooth and pale, just as Bail had imagined it would be. He closed his eyes then and trusted the moment.

"Just a word, Obi-Wan," Bail whispered, "that's all."

Bail tilted his head back, closed his eyes, and let the water from the shower pelt his face. The taste of Obi-Wan still lingered in his mouth and his erection was still as hard as it had been on the balcony. He wanted Obi-Wan Kenobi so much, but it wouldn't do to rush. If he had to wait a day or two for a prize like the virginity of a Jedi Padawan then he would grit his teeth and manage.

Of course, that didn't mean he couldn't fantasize about it until the moment arrived.

His hand reached out for the soap. Bail ran the bar over his chest lightly -- his intent wasn't cleanliness, after all. It skimmed his skin like the fleeting caress of a tentative hand, perhaps that of a certain young Padawan, and Bail's breathing sped up. Leaning back against the tile wall, Bail kept his eyes closed and let himself conjure his soon-to-be-lover in his mind. Obi-Wan's spiked hair, the Padawan braid, his moles and intriguing eyes were all there. Now, however, Bail had more detail to add to his fantasy. He had seen desire and orgasm bring a flushed and almost pained expression to Obi-Wan's face. It was an element of realism that heightened Bail's need.

Abandoning the bar of soap, Bail took himself in hand. He managed enough self-control to keep the pace slow and measured at first. Obi-Wan's hands had been strong but softer than he had imagined. What would they do when left to their own devices, he wondered. Would the Padawan be hesitant in his inexperience or would he be eager and rough? Would Obi-Wan tease and toy, taking command of the situation and making Bail beg for release? Would he get down on his knees to reciprocate the pleasure that had been given to him, licking experimentally before pulling Bail in his mouth and sucking?

The longer Bail fantasized the more detailed the picture became. Each mental image, each possibility, brought Bail new pleasure as he changed his grip, pulled, twisted his wrist, and rubbed his thumb over a now weeping slit. Bail sank deeper, thinking about what he would do to Obi-Wan -- about how he would prepare him, probe him, and slip inside him -- and he abandoned finesse. Soap slick, he pumped his hand up and down in urgent strokes, thrusting his hips forward as he imagined Obi-Wan writhing beneath him. Without a doubt Bail would take Obi-Wan in a position that allowed him to see the Padawan's face. He wanted to see that beautiful expression again, and watch as Obi-Wan's come coated the pale skin of his stomach.

Bail's climax arrived with a swift intensity that wrenched a cry from his chest and buckled his legs. Sagging to the floor of the steam-filled shower, head between his knees, Bail panted for breath and tried not to pass out. Unlike other nights when masturbation to thoughts of Obi-Wan had left him feeling strangely bereft of meaning and aching for more, tonight's orgasm felt like a promise. In two days, the Viceroy of Alderaan would confer upon retiring Senator Delwan Omas the Royal Chalcedony Shield for his devotion to civic virtue, dedication to public service, and uncompromising moral conviction. When that great honor was given and the pomp and ceremony had been completed, Bail Organa could allow his subjects a night of revelry and retire early to his quarters. If he played his cards close, he would not be alone.

"Master, may I speak with you?"

Qui-Gon looked up from the data pad he studied. His apprentice stood with hands clasped together in front of him looking embarrassed and uncomfortable. Gesturing at the chair across from him, Qui-Gon put down the pad and waited for Obi-Wan to begin.

"I want to apologize for my behavior. You are right. My actions were unbecoming and I was disrespectful."

Qui-Gon leaned back in his chair and tucked his hands into his sleeves. It hadn't been planned, but Qui-Gon had been awake when Bail Organa left their rooms the night before. The hour had been late, but not unseemly, and Qui-Gon had thought little of it until their early meeting with the Viceroy. Qui-Gon noted how Bail Organa's gaze drifted toward Obi-Wan and that there was a languid quality now to the man that could only be interpreted as open seduction. If the pheromones the Viceroy was emitting weren't enough to tell Qui-Gon what had happened the night before, the furtive glances and constant flush of his Padawan's skin certainly was. The situation surprised Qui-Gon; though, when he thought about it, it shouldn't have. Obi-Wan was an attractive youth and his Jedi training gave him a natural body confidence that often exhibited itself through jaunty poses and a swagger of hips that were, without a doubt, sensual. The Viceroy was a handsome and experienced man with a pair of working eyes. Still, Qui-Gon felt a knot of worry in his stomach about the situation. As far as he knew, Obi-Wan had not yet crossed the invisible barrier that separated human sexual experience into self-contained event and interactive encounter. That fine line, while in some ways little more than a technicality, still brought with it a myriad of confusing emotions and base psychological imprints. Given Obi-Wan's history and the sometimes tenuous nature of their Master/Padawan relationship, Qui-Gon had given thoughtful consideration to how he might bring up the subject of sex without triggering another episode like the one the night before. Now, it seemed that the Force had provided and was presenting him the opportunity to have the discussion.

"Your apology is accepted, Padawan." Qui-Gon reached up to rub his chin. "I too have considered our talk. I want to be respectful of your privacy, but I also would be remiss in my duties to you if I did not take an active role in your growth and development as a person. Do you agree?"

Obi-Wan nodded. Qui-Gon noted that the blush was back and that Obi-Wan was absently tapping a finger on the table -- a nervous habit that he had all but outgrown in recent years.

"Padawan, if I inquire again if something is bothering you, would it be interpreted as an intrusion?"

"Master, how do you..." Clasping his hands together, Obi-Wan let out a heavy sigh instead of finishing his sentence. Frowning, he seemed to muster courage and he started again. "How old were you when you lost your virginity?"

"I was nineteen."

"Do you remember it?"

"Oh yes." Qui-Gon moved his hands to his knees and sat forward, fully engaged. "Most of my friends said they had years before and I thought I was some kind joke because I hadn't yet. I was so eager to get it over with that I actually considered finding a courtesan."

"Really?"

Qui-Gon nodded. "I would have done it too but Yoda stopped me before I left the Temple. He gave me some bit of busy work and shipped me off to the archives. I don't know how, but I think he knew what I was up to."

Obi-Wan's embarrassment was lost as he sought more information from his Master. Qui-Gon almost never talked about the past and, in some ways, Obi-Wan felt he knew little about him. He longed to know more. "What happened?"

"Well, I never hired the courtesan," Qui-Gon said with a smile. He had to suppress a laugh at the pout his non-answer put on Obi-Wan's face. "Obi-Wan, may I ask if your sudden interest in my sexual history has anything to do with Bail Organa's visit last night?"

"Master, we've talked before about the fact that our lives as Jedi -- our dedication to the philosophies of the Order -- constrain our interpersonal involvements." Obi-Wan frowned and tilted his head to one side, searching Qui-Gon's face for reaction as he spoke. "I know we are on a mission and I would never compromise that, but I find myself on uncertain ground. Bail -- I mean the Viceroy -- he has made his interest in me clear. I am not sure what I should do."

"Obi-Wan, you are at a delicate time in your life. As Jedi, we put our personal feelings and needs aside for the greater good. We devote ourselves to the Force and make our own will subordinate so that we might become one with that great power. In return, we receive so much for our sacrifice. Still, we are what we are. We have bodies and, particularly during our younger years, those bodies have desires. Part of what makes us sentient is the fact that we can choose how we react to those impulses. As long as you make a conscious choice, Obi-Wan, instead of rushing headlong and allowing your baser instincts to make decisions for you, there is no reason you cannot have an active and healthy sex life. But I caution you, no matter your age or level of previous experience, nothing can prepare you for the vulnerability you will feel when in the arms of another. It is, in a strange way, like facing death. You must stand open to another person, trust them, and let them inside you in the most intimate of manners. To take a lover, Obi-Wan, is never something to do lightly for when you do you give a part of yourself away forever."

Qui-Gon paused and looked at his apprentice. Obi-Wan's expression was grave and it gave Qui-Gon hope. His largest fear was that Obi-Wan might allow Bail Organa to lead him and, perhaps, find himself at the bottom of the deep well of desperation that came when you gave away your heart. Though Obi-Wan had learned much from his time on Melida/Daan and had rededicated himself to the Order and the Force, he was still young. He still held a young man's passion inside him. Qui-Gon felt it often beneath Obi-Wan's tightly controlled exterior and it reverberated through their bond as craving for approval. A Jedi walked a fine line with sex -- one of rationalization and justification, one of giving pleasure without confusing it with emotional attachment. It was why most Jedi chose a life of celibacy or to only partner with other Jedi; there would be no tears of misunderstanding, no angry fights, when depth of love was not returned and words of commitment could not be spoken. Would Obi-Wan's need for approval leave him vulnerable in the wake of shared passion? Could it compromise him and lead him away from the light? Qui-Gon couldn't begin to know for sure. Years (perhaps many) from now, the official Trials would gauge Obi-Wan's intelligence and physical ability, his capacity to cope in the face of pain and suffering, test his mettle and leadership ability under fire, and even explore his deepest, darkest fears but it was, in Qui-Gon's opinion, a flaw of the Trials that they did not test the heart. Certainly "Facing the Mirror" required that one look deep inside their soul, and it did find the measure of the candidate and their commitment to the Order and the Force, but there was a far more essential factor that the Council simply took for granted when a Master recommended their Padawan for the Trials: emotional maturity. The ability to be the master of one's emotions was the most critical of all abilities for a Jedi and it was one that Obi-Wan had not yet developed. To enter into a charged situation when he was still unstable and unsure of himself, particularly one so intrinsically imbued with intense emotion, could prove disastrous. "Then you think I should rebuff the Viceroy?"

If Qui-Gon had learned nothing else from his mistakes, it was that experience must be the true teacher. He might advise Obi-Wan as he moved toward manhood, might guide and impart the wisdom that his years of service to the Order and his personal experiences had brought to him, but that second-hand knowledge could only be theoretical. Qui-Gon could not make Obi-Wan's decisions for him no matter how much he might sometimes wish to do so.

"Obi-Wan, I think you should look inside yourself and ask yourself if you would have regret. When you meditate on it, when you open yourself to the Will of the Force, it will guide you to the correct decision." Qui-Gon reached out and took Obi-Wan's hand in his. He spoke the truest words he had ever uttered to his apprentice, ones he meant with all his heart. "I have faith in you."

"Thank you, Master."

"There are some people that I would like to introduce. Colleagues from the Senate." Delwan Omas steered Bail toward a trio of older men and a tall alien with an elongated point of a head, standing near the throne dais. "After your speech, they're anxious to meet you."

The pair came to a halt and all but one of the group before them bowed. "Viceroy, it is my great pleasure to introduce Senator Ryyder of Gravlex Med, Senator Bel Iblis of Corellia, Senator Palpatine of Naboo, and The Supreme Chancellor of the Republic, Finis Valorum of Coruscant."

Bail bowed deeply. "It is an honor."

Finis Valorum was the first to speak. "The honor is ours. Delwan has often spoken of you, Viceroy. I must say that his words hardly do you justice. Your speech was impressive."

"We were just in the midst of a spirited debate," Palpatine added with a smile. "Tell us, have you ever given any thought, Viceroy, to entering politics in a larger arena?"

Bail's eyes widened slightly in surprise. He played it off the comment with a chuckle. "Senator Omas, you should have warned me. Your friends have quite a sense of humor!"

"I assure you, Viceroy, we are deadly serious," Bel Iblis replied. "We are none of us getting any younger."

"Speak for yourself, Garm," said Palpatine with a smirk, "I plan to live forever."

At that, the entire group fell to laughter.

"Viceroy, it is not unheard of for someone of your position to exercise the privilege of rank and represent Alderaan in the Senate." Omas shifted the conversation back to the matter at hand. He studied Bail with intensity. "While I am certain that the Council of Elders has put forward several honorable candidates to replace me, I would urge you to consider what my colleagues have to say."

The group continued to discuss the situation, trying to entice Bail into saying something that might commit himself, but Bail was far too savvy. Years of court politics had taught him to never give a definitive answer unless he was sure he wanted to do something, and Bail was hardly interested in what was being proposed. In fact, he was hardly interested in the party. He nodded and made a few noncommittal interjections periodically, but his mind was elsewhere.

Bail kept searching the room for a glimpse of rough brown material, which wasn't really difficult to spot. The problem was, once again, the robe always belonged to Master Jinn. Bail had only seen Obi-Wan once since their encounter on the balcony -- at an early meeting the morning before to review security and preparations for the arrival of individuals like the Supreme Chancellor. Bail was nothing if not discreet; and while he longed to find a way to steal a kiss from lips he now knew to be very sweet indeed, he refrained. Even when he managed to maneuver Obi-Wan aside before he went to carry out his duties, Bail was a perfect gentleman. In hushed tones he told the Padawan that he was welcome to his rooms later in the evening -- an invitation that clearly implied Bail's intentions for them to be alone together. Obi-Wan had blushed and mumbled a response that Bail had, at the time, interpreted as positive.

Late that night, Bail finally went to bed alone and wondering why Obi-Wan hadn't come. When he thought back to Obi-Wan's reaction and his response, Bail now wondered if he had been wrong. Had he offended the Padawan? Did Obi-Wan regret what had happened between them?

"If I may, Viceroy, these are trying times for the Republic," Valorum was saying. "Lobbyists and special interest groups use their money and influence to sway votes. Important bills, bills that could bring help to those in the Outer Rim, are bogged down and die in committee meetings."

Bail turned his full attention back to the conversation. To be distracted when the Supreme Chancellor was speaking would be rude. He also knew what an honor it was to have men such as these ask him to join their cause. Bail admired Finis Valorum and Garm Bel Iblis for their outspoken views and commitment to the ideals of the Republic. On another night, at another time, he might have been overwhelmed by what was happening. Even though he had worked hard for a day such as this, Bail simply couldn't find it in his heart to feel proud of himself for garnering the attention of such important individuals. Bail had insisted on attending University and gaining a degree in Galactic Law and Political Science so that one day he might be taken seriously instead of viewed as nothing more than someone placed into power by Jedi. This moment should have been a triumph. Instead, all he could do was wonder what had happened and why Obi-Wan had seemingly disappeared.

"Bureaucracy, corruption, and red tape, Viceroy, are the new evil to be fought in the Galaxy." Senator Palpatine spread his hands in a helpless gesture. "The good work of government is now eclipsed by controversy and cults of personality. Real progress is made by private citizens and organizations like the Refugee Relief Movement."

"That's true," agreed Horox Ryyder, his huge head swaying gracefully. "However, our aim is to stop all that. We need help, Viceroy. A fresh voice -- someone young, good looking, and articulate -- is just what is required to give our agenda a boost. Senator Omas has been a great ally and a strong figure of leadership during his years in the Senate and we are very sad to lose him. However, that loss might be lessened were we to gain someone as eloquent and charismatic as you in exchange. I was moved, Viceroy, particularly by your comments about pacifism and living a life of service. We need that kind of spirit in the Senate today."

Bail was tired. He didn't want to be at the party anymore. He didn't want to smile or laugh or dance anymore. He didn't want to make small talk or spend his time fending off political hangers-on. Luckily for him, he had already prepared excuses to leave the party early. He had done so in anticipation of the company of Obi-Wan Kenobi in his bed. Now he was glad to have a way to get away so he could be alone with his disappointment.

"I must admit that I am honored by your suggestion, but my first duty is to the people of Alderaan. As Viceroy, I have many responsibilities and obligations. While I will consider what all of you have said, I must put the needs of my people above everything else."

A brown robe drifted near and Bail couldn't help turning his head to look. It was Master Jinn again and Bail's heart sank. Where was Obi-Wan?

"Master Jinn!" Ryyder waved a hand to hail the Jedi.

"Senators. Supreme Chancellor." The Jedi bowed deeply.

"You must help us, Qui-Gon," said the Supreme Chancellor. "We are trying to convince the Viceroy that his talents are far too great to confine them to Alderaan. The Senate has need of one like him!"

"You waste your time, Finis," grumbled Bel Iblis. "Jinn will be of no help to you. He thinks we politicians are hardly better than mynocks; an infestation in the Galaxy to be despised."

"That is not entirely true, Senator. Even mynocks, annoying though they may be to ship captains, have a purpose in the galaxy." Qui-Gon smiled and tucked his hands into the sleeves of his robe taking on the role of teacher and sage. "One of the principles of the Order states that those with power fear to lose it. While I do admit to the opinion that politicians are a largely corrupt class more interested in their own betterment than that of the beings they purport to serve, I do not apply this judgment randomly. There are many fine politicians that have great concern for their constituents, that rule their planets well, and hold respect for the principles of the Republic. This present company I include in that statement. Still, if you hope to find me an ally in an effort to bring the Viceroy to Coruscant as a member of the Senate, Senator Bel Iblis is correct. You will not find me willing to sway him toward such a temptation."

"Why not, Master Jinn?" asked Palpatine. "Do you not agree that we need young idealistic men like Viceroy Organa to help us root out corruption and to restore the Republic to its former glory?"

Bail had to stifle a sigh of relief when one of his aides came to his side. Finally, he could escape. He waited for the man to whisper in his ear before frowning and beginning his ruse. "Can the matter not wait until morning? Surely the Minister of Finance is capable of this?"

The aide shook his head. "I am sorry, Your Highness, but the Minister is the one that asked that you be consulted."

"Tell the Elder I will be with him shortly." Bail allowed himself his sigh. It was a somewhat over-dramatic thing to do, but he was truly weary and ready to leave. He turned his attention back to the group and bowed deeply toward Finis Valorum. "Supreme Chancellor, I must apologize. Governance, it seems, never stops. I am sure all of you have had to deal with such situations."

"Of course, Viceroy," Finis responded. "Do consider our proposal. We would be pleased to have you become a colleague."

"At the very least you should visit Coruscant, Viceroy." Palpatine smiled and bowed. "I think I can speak for everyone here when I say it would be our pleasure to host you and discuss the matter further."

Bail nodded absently and said he would consider the proposal. He noticed that the Jedi Master had begun to drift away from the group. Tomorrow the dignitaries would return to their homes and the Jedi would leave for Coruscant. He might not have another chance. Bail turned towards Qui-Gon. "Master Jinn, might I have a moment with you?"

"Of course, Viceroy."

Qui-Gon Jinn followed Bail up the dais stairs. They entered a small door behind the throne that lead to Bail's private audience chamber. Several servants waited inside with open boxes and Bail quickly began removing the heavy gauntlets, belt, headdress, and mantle he wore.

"Master Jinn, I wanted to take the opportunity to thank you again for your help these past weeks. This event would not have been a success without your advice and hard work." Bail waved a hand and the servants disappeared with the Crown Jewels of Alderaan safely tucked away, leaving him alone with the Jedi Master. Letting out a calming breath, Bail touched on the subject that had him so preoccupied. "I also wanted to ask you to convey my respects to your Padawan. I am grateful to have made his acquaintance and I hope that you will let him know that I hold him in the highest regard."

Qui-Gon tiled his head slightly. "Why not tell him yourself?"

"I believe the words might hold more sincerity if they came from you." Bail shrugged and spread his hands. "I fear I may have inadvertently offended Obi-Wan. It was not my intention. Please, let him know for me."

"Viceroy, may I speak freely?"

Bail nodded.

Qui-Gon's sharp eyes stayed locked on those of the young Viceroy. "I am not accustomed to mediating my Padawan's personal life. However, I will say this: I believe that you could be a good friend to Obi-Wan -- one from whom he might learn a great deal. Though I have had some concerns with regard to your intentions, they have more to do with Obi-Wan's personal history than your character. Obi-Wan has given me no indication that you have caused offense, Viceroy, but you have provoked thought on his part and I do not believe that to be a bad thing."

"Then he is not avoiding me?"

"I cannot say. But, whatever has passed between you, he holds you no ill will."

Bail bowed deeply in gratitude. "Thank you, Master Jinn."

Qui-Gon bowed in return. "Viceroy, I have watched you these weeks. Joruus C'baoth's decision was a wise one. The people of Alderaan are well served by your rule and if you have any fault it is only in your youth and inexperience. I think Obi-Wan would be lucky to count a man like you among his friends."

Obi-Wan wiggled his fingers, increasing the flow of blood through his numb limb. Bail had rolled onto his back as he slept, the span of his broad shoulders resting on Obi-Wan's outstretched arm. In spite of the discomfort, Obi-Wan did nothing to extricate himself -- doing so might wake Bail and neither of them had managed much rest. Instead, Obi-Wan simply flexed his fingers and willed feeling to return as he studied the profile of the man that lay next to him. Even in the dim light, Obi-Wan could make out the details of Bail's face: high cheekbones, sharp jaw, a pronounced brow ridge, and the generous mouth with lips slightly parted. There was something vulnerable and boyish about the man in repose -- the tousled hair, relaxed expression, and soft intermittent snore -- that belied the confident and self-assured person Obi-Wan had come to know.

Closing his eyes, Obi-Wan let himself drift with the sound of Bail's breathing. So much had happened in such a short time and he needed to reflect. The night before, Obi-Wan had decided that he wasn't ready -- that what had passed between he and Bail on the balcony had been a mistake -- and that focusing on the mission would take up enough time that avoiding the Viceroy would be an understandable necessity. He convinced himself that the voice in his mind that told him to wait wasn't fear talking.

At least he had until a few hours ago when he watched as Bail quietly slipped away from the party.

In that moment, Obi-Wan's conflicting feelings came into sharp focus. He realized, as he stood in the shadows of the upper balcony that ran the parameter of the throne room and great hall where the celebration was taking place, that he might never see Bail Organa again. The likelihood that he would, by chance, be assigned to help with some other minor function on a peaceful core world like Alderaan was so small as to be infinitesimal. Years from now, Obi-Wan might run into Bail on Coruscant or at an event somewhere. They would mutually recognize their previous acquaintance and likely exchange pleasantries but nothing more.

Obi-Wan stood there, almost paralyzed, by a growing feeling of regret at the thought of there being nothing more. Shocked by the suddenness of the realization and what it might mean, Obi-Wan tried to understand why he felt so much loss at the idea. He hardly knew Bail Organa. They had been on Alderaan for all of three weeks and, aside from their conversation in Bail's office and the rather sudden physical intimacy it inspired that evening on the balcony, he could count on both hands the number of times he'd even been in the same room with the Viceroy. There were impressions: Bail was handsome, competent, intelligent, concerned about his people and his planet, eloquent, experienced. What Obi-Wan knew of him aside from that consisted entirely of the contents of a dossier he had been required to read as part of his mission preparation.

It wasn't logical, what he felt. It was certainly confusing. Obi-Wan knew now that if he walked away from what had happened between he and Bail, if he simply avoided the issue and left without at least pursuing what was possible, that he would regret it always. If nothing else, Obi-Wan wanted Bail to be a friend.

Decision made, Obi-Wan wasted no more time. Qui-Gon had been so surprised when Obi-Wan approached him in the hall and asked if he could be excused for the rest of the evening that it actually showed on his face. When asked by his Master why he wanted to leave, Obi-Wan gave the most direct and simple answer he could.

"I have realized, Master, that sometimes regret is not about what you have done, but about what you did not do and the opportunities you let pass by through indecision."

After a moment, Qui-Gon had nodded. "We will accompany the Supreme Chancellor back to Coruscant on his shuttle. I will see you at the launch."

The insight Obi-Wan had gained into an essential truth of life had led him to this moment and into Bail Organa's bed where he had discovered many other truths in the hours that followed. He learned that while textbooks might explain the chemical reactions and responses of the body to smells, sights, and sounds, they could not begin to touch the depth of feeling that such things evoked. When he arrived at Bail's rooms, and went past the guards without being announced, he had found the Viceroy naked and toweling his hair dry. The sight had left him speechless. In sexuality classes Obi-Wan had learned that certain markers -- things like symmetry of form and pheromones -- stimulated beings sexually through base procreation drives to create more genetically diverse and healthy children, but it didn't mention how the sight of a fit and willing partner in the nude could make you feel awed in the face of that kind of beauty. The teachers had neglected to mention that the simple act of having that person speak your name could set your nerves on fire and make you feel the same kind of excitement, anticipation, and almost-fear that Obi-Wan had only experienced before in battle.

Kissing, Obi-Wan quickly learned, was much more than a prelude or courting ritual. With Bail Organa kissing was a fetish. Curled together on a couch, Bail taught Obi-Wan the fine art of necking. From delicate and barely-there brushes of lips to cheeks and nose, Bail moved on to place firm but chaste kisses on Obi-Wan's eyelids, forehead, and chin. Obi-Wan found himself intrigued and aroused as Bail kissed his neck, teeth periodically nipping at tender flesh. Tongues questioned one another, seeking every secret of pleasure to be found when their lips finally met. All the while, Bail talked. He explained each kiss, when it was best used, and if it could be enhanced by specific placement. In return for his patient instruction, Bail delighted in Obi-Wan's explorations that left them both breathless and wanting.

Anatomy and physiology had taught Obi-Wan that the average humanoid male when erect, ranges between sixteen and twenty centimeters in length and ejaculates approximately four milliliters of fluid. It said nothing about how you were supposed to manage to take that much sensitive flesh into your mouth, what semen tasted like, or if it was customary to spit it out or swallow when your partner orgasmed from fellatio. Bail, however, was incredibly patient. Obi-Wan found that Bail's hand resting lightly on his head was both encouragement and guide as he fumbled his way. A leisurely petting motion was clearly enjoyment. Bail's hand went still and the pressure to the back of Obi-Wan's hand increased when teeth accidentally scraped a touch too hard. When Obi-Wan tried to take all of Bail's erection in his mouth, as Bail had done to him, he nearly choked and it elicited the only real advice Bail offered. "It's ok if you can't. There's a trick and it takes a bit of practice. Just be creative with your tongue and the rest will take care of itself."

If the way Bail had bucked and moaned later was any indication, Obi-Wan had been more than creative enough.

Obi-Wan had forgotten which teacher had said that most humans were covered in between eleven and eighteen meters of skin. What Bail told him was that, after the brain, the skin was the most important human sexual organ and he set about proving his point. After peeling Obi-Wan's clothes from him, Bail Organa seemed intent on exploring every last millimeter of Obi-Wan's body. As Bail moved his hands and lips over Obi-Wan, he learned how true Bail's statement was. The erection trapped between Obi-Wan and the soft bed sheets remained painfully hard as Bail massaged and kissed him. When Bail's hands spread Obi-Wan's buttocks apart, a thrill of fear and longing and coursed through him. But, instead of what Obi-Wan expected, Bail had draped himself, full-length, over Obi-Wan's body to maximize the amount of skin contact between them. "Don't be nervous. I won't penetrate you unless you ask me to," Bail had whispered in harsh tones.

Even now, remembering what happened next made Obi-Wan's body tingle all over and his flesh begin to harden again. Bail's erection, trapped between the oiled cheeks of Obi-Wan's ass, had slid back and forth in a smooth rocking motion. Pinned between Bail's weight and the mattress, Obi-Wan moved too. The drag of skin on skin, the friction of the sheets against Obi-Wan's own insistent erection, was maddening. Obi-Wan squirmed in pleasure as Bail's pace quickened. Soon, they moved in counterpoint -- a simulation of the act of copulation. Obi-Wan's hands clenched the loose fabric they found as the sensation mounted. Bail, almost undone, clasped his own hands tightly over Obi-Wan's. It all lasted hardly more than two minutes before Obi-Wan came with a shout. Bail took a little bit longer, his orgasm making his body shudder, leaving them both sweaty, panting, and sticky all over.

It was the most erotic thing that had ever happened to Obi-Wan in his entire life.

Bail must have known how heavy he was, sprawled out over the top of Obi-Wan, because he tangled together their arms and legs and rolled away to the other side of the bed, Obi-Wan tucked protectively in his embrace. It also had the added benefit of making sure neither one of them ended up laying the wet mess they had made of the sheets. Obi-Wan had been exhausted by the experience and Bail seemed so as well. In no time, they were asleep in one another's arms.

Obi-Wan opened his eyes again to study Bail's face. This was what it was to be someone's lover -- the physical sensation, the passion, the intensity of emotion, and the aftermath. A part of him was completely overwhelmed by what it all might mean. How hard would it be to leave Bail now that his body knew the pleasure to be had in his arms? He understood now what Qui-Gon had meant, to trust someone with your body was to trust them with your life; to open yourself to a kind of bonding that Obi-Wan had previously only had with his Master. You became dependent, and interdependent. You died, and you lived as something new. You were two; but, for a brief moment, you became one. It was a mystical thing, a transient thing, and a finite thing that connected you to the universe and the Force in a way so primal that all reason was left aside.

All of this flashed through Obi-Wan's mind in a matter of minutes. As Obi-Wan pondered the ramifications, and contemplated the final step he had yet to take, Bail stirred; a deep breath and stationary stretch preceded a flutter of eyelids. Bail's head turned toward Obi-Wan and his lips curved in a slight smile.

"How long have you been staring at me?"

Obi-Wan smiled back. "Not long."

"Did you sleep at all?"

The answer was a nod.

Bail rolled to face Obi-Wan and the pair shifted together. The half-asleep limb was drawn inward and Obi-Wan rolled his wrist and wiggled his fingers. Bail's eyes widened at the act. "Why didn't you wake me?"

Obi-Wan just shrugged.

A hand reached out to take Obi-Wan's and massage the life back into it. "How are you feeling?" Bail asked. "Any regrets?"

Obi-Wan knew what Bail meant, but his answer was not about what had passed but about what might yet be. "Maybe."

Bail stopped cold, his expression grave. "Obi-Wan, I..."

Obi-Wan put a hand to Bail's lips. "Will it hurt?"

Confusion quickly gave way to understanding. Bail nodded as he kissed the fingers that rested on his lips. "Probably."

"Did it hurt your first time?"

"Yes," he said softly, "but the pain faded and pleasure replaced it. Afterward, I was sore for a day or two, but it wasn't unpleasant. It was -- well, it was almost like a reminder of what had happened. It made me want to do it again."

Obi-Wan considered Bail's words. Was he ready? Was this the right moment? Was Bail the right man? He closed his eyes and slid close, rubbing his nose against Bail's as he searched his heart. Obi-Wan could feel Bail's breath on his face -- feel the nervousness Bail exuded -- as the moment stretched out. He felt safe. There was trust. It was right.

Shifting his weight, Obi-Wan rolled Bail onto his back so he could sit astride him. He opened his eyes and looked down at the man he knew he would never forget.

"Teach me."

Bail Organa wasn't a man that believed in the concept of romantic love. He believed in familial loyalty. He believed in duty. He believed in empathy and social conditioning. He believed in lust. But Bail Organa, in all his years, had never been moved by another being so much that he might call what he felt for them anything more than fondness or physical need. Romance was a set of conditions you created to enhance the act of sex. Making love was just a phrase some used to describe intercourse. To him, the emotion called love was an illusion created by your mind when orgasm released a flood of endorphins and adrenaline giving you a natural chemical high. The feeling was no different than that of the fight or flight response of a dumb non-sentient animal.

All that changed when he met Obi-Wan Kenobi.

There was no epiphany, no rapturous moment of wonder. The sky didn't open in a show of heavenly might. Nonetheless, Bail had been changed by the events of the last few days in a fundamental way. Three days ago, Obi-Wan was just another attractive young man with slim hips, intriguing eyes, and a mischievous grin; an erotic wet dream, a prize, a Jedi to fuck. Two days ago, Obi-Wan became an unsure boy full of insecurity and desires that he didn't understand and the intrigue of a Jedi lover turned into the allure of virgin territory. Then, after Bail waited all night for a man that didn't show, Obi-Wan Kenobi became a regret. Somewhere along the line, Bail had started to care about Obi-Wan more than his own pleasure. And as they lay twined together on Bail's bed, as Obi-Wan looked down at him and asked him for the thing Bail had fantasized about doing for weeks, he realized there was more to what he felt than simple attraction. It was like a door being unlocked, as if something inside him that had been hidden away for years opened up and gave him a glimpse of what might be if he could only be brave enough to walk across the threshold.

The admission brought new meaning as his hands slid over Obi-Wan's smooth and almost hairless skin. For the first time in years, Bail felt nervous about intercourse. His hand shook when it took up the bottle of oil. As he slipped his fingers inside Obi-Wan's body, his heart beat so loudly in his chest he was surprised Obi-Wan couldn't hear. When Obi-Wan sat astride him, their bodies locked together, the moment of Bail's fantasies took a much different turn. They slid against one another for a bit before Obi-Wan finally sat up and put his hands behind him on Bail's thighs. Bail's erection bent painfully before sliding away the first time Obi-Wan lowered himself. The second time, Bail held himself with one hand while Obi-Wan pressed down. When the breach occurred, when Bail felt the muscle give and Obi-Wan's body took him inside, it made both of them shout. The experience of penetration was so new for Obi-Wan that it left him almost unbearably tight and the pain of it brought tears. As Obi-Wan's erection flagged, Bail wondered if he could continue. He didn't want Obi-Wan to be hurt and his new found need -- to protect and shelter -- wouldn't allow him to ignore the expression on Obi-Wan's face. Bail slipped his hand from his erection and settled both on Obi-Wan's hips meaning to lift him away but Obi-Wan had other ideas. Head rolling back to expose his throat in a kind of animal submission, Obi-Wan thrust down hard, seating Bail inside himself fully with a cry.

They stayed like that, Bail afraid to move and Obi-Wan too overwhelmed with sensation to do anything else. Bail reached up, his thumbs brushing away the tears and sweat gathered near Obi-Wan's eyes. Something shifted in Bail's chest as Obi-Wan let out a long sigh of an exhale and his eyes fell closed. The unlocked door opened then in invitation along with Obi-Wan's parted lips and Bail could see what lay beyond -- something made of light and perfection and beauty. Though he knew that it couldn't be held, Bail still tried to grasp what he saw as he shifted beneath Obi-Wan's hips. When they started to move together, when their hands and lips locked, it was almost more than Bail could stand.

Bail came first. Obi-Wan's erection didn't return but Bail wasn't really expecting it to. Obi-Wan achieving orgasm from prostate stimulation with his lack of experience would have been surprising. Still, Bail was sensitive to Obi-Wan's movements and responses, wanting to be sure that Obi-Wan took at least some pleasure from what was happening. There came a point though when Bail just couldn't hold back any longer. As he drove up, his body intent on release, Obi-Wan reached for one of Bail's hands. He placed it on his half-hard penis and said the only words he had since they started, "Please, finish me. I want to come with you inside me."

Bail felt guilty that Obi-Wan had to ask and it didn't take long. Obi-Wan got hard fast. With hardly a dozen strokes of Bail's hand, Obi-Wan pulsed, cried, and shot long pearly ropes of come that painted Bail's chest. He could feel Obi-Wan's muscles clench and his body shudder -- saw his eyes flash open like a sudden revelation -- before Obi-Wan collapsed forward gasping for breath. Bail held onto Obi-Wan then, stroking his back and whispering in his ear as he slipped out of Obi-Wan's body. They clung to each other, sweat soaked and dazed, as they tried to come down from their independent orgasmic highs. Bail could hear Obi-Wan repeat, "I didn't know," over and over.

"Shh. It's all right," Bail hugged Obi-Wan tight, kissing his shoulder. "It's all right, Obi-Wan. Let it wash through you. Close your eyes and breathe."

Obi-Wan settled not long after, drifting in an almost-sleep as Bail got up, cleaned himself off, and drew a bath. When he came back for Obi-Wan, the young man was unsteady and hardly able to walk. Once Bail had him settled in the hot water he pulled on his robe, stripped the bed, and called for clean sheets before returning to join Obi-Wan in the bath.

Bail let Obi-Wan curl around him as he washed the sweat and tear streaks from Obi-Wan's face. They didn't talk at all, but it didn't seem strange. The silence held a kind of comfort that Bail had never experienced before. It was simple and easy. When the water finally cooled, Bail helped Obi-Wan out and dried him off with a towel while Obi-Wan watched. There was something about Obi-Wan's expression that made Bail think that he could get used to caring for someone this way -- that it was the little things that made being with the same person every day gratifying -- but he pushed the thoughts aside. Obi-Wan had made it clear that whatever occurred was finite, that anything between them had to end, and Bail wasn't going to let his new found capacity for emotion turn what they had shared into something awkward in the morning.

When they finally slipped under the covers, Obi-Wan was hardly able to keep his eyes open. Bail, on the other hand, felt wide awake. Though they had been up most of the night, and only a few hours remained before dawn, Bail knew when Obi-Wan slid his body next to his that there would be no sleep in his future. Every curve and hollow of Obi-Wan's body seemed made to match some part of Bail's and the very idea that there might be something so perfect made Bail question every assumption he had ever had as he held Obi-Wan in his arms.

"Bail?"

"Yes?" Bail looked down at Obi-Wan, his head resting in the hollow of Bail's shoulder.

"Thank you."

Bail closed his eyes and hugged Obi-Wan close. For some reason he felt like he might cry. "You're welcome," he whispered into Obi-Wan's hair. "Try to rest now."

It took about an hour for Obi-Wan to shift in his sleep, turning on his side and away from Bail. Though he felt like some kind of thief for doing it, Bail slipped from bed and left Obi-Wan to his rest. Walking out onto his balcony, he watched as the sun came up over the water. Alderaan was a beautiful planet, and Bail found early morning to be particularly so, but today the dawn seemed less vibrant. Obi-Wan would wake, and when he did, he would leave. Bail might never see him again and the thought of it made everything that had passed in the night bittersweet. He heard a thranta cry to its mate in the distance, a mournful echo of the ache Bail felt in his chest, and he realized that he couldn't be there when Obi-Wan woke.

Bail quietly gathered clothes and shoes and placed them by the door of his suite. He went to his desk and pull out a sheet of flimsi. It took him several tries before his eyes settled on a small box he kept on his desk -- his father had given it to him when he was young and he kept it close as a reminder of one of the only loves he had ever had. He took out the seal and wax he kept inside it and replaced it with his signet ring. The words came quickly then.

Obi-Wan,

It seems there are no words that can express everything that I feel. Still, someone as special as you deserves at least a failed attempt.

I am sorry I was not here to wake you myself. Any reason given would only be seen for what it is -- an excuse. Instead, I ask that you forgive me my cowardice. I could not bear to say goodbye.

Please accept the box and its contents as a token of my deep regard for you and know that the best part of me will go with you when you leave.

You will forever be in my heart.

Bail

Bail rolled the flimsi and placed it inside the box with the ring. He took a flame lily from a flower arrangement nearby and went back to the bedroom. Obi-Wan lay curled on his side, his hands near his face and his braid flopped across his open mouth. For a moment, Bail had second thoughts. Those second thoughts were what gave Bail resolve. As he placed the box and flower next to Obi-Wan a part of Bail hoped he would wake. He couldn't stop himself from reaching out and taking Obi-Wan's braid in his fingers. "Force help me, Obi-Wan," he whispered, "you could be so easy to love."

Then Bail turned and walked away.

Qui-Gon watched, Master Drallig at his side, as Obi-Wan faced off against two other Padawans and a training remote. The goal of the exercise was not to win but to defend effectively against multiple attackers. Time and again, Obi-Wan scored hits against his Jedi opponents as he danced away from the remote.

"He seems confident today, Qui-Gon. Shall I add another?"

Crossing his arms over his chest, Qui-Gon continued to study Obi-Wan's form. Obi-Wan had never been able to handle more than two opponents before today. The addition of the remote had done nothing to faze him. He seemed to have no limits. Qui-Gon's response was a sharp nod.

Master Drallig activated the second remote and threw it into play.

Qui-Gon's eyes followed Obi-Wan across the training floor without truly seeing him, so lost he was in thought. His Padawan had changed since Alderaan. There was a new reserve to his words and actions, with a previously lacking focus. Obi-Wan even carried himself differently as he walked -- there was a new ease to his movement, a purpose in his stride, as if he felt more comfortable in his own skin -- but it seemed to mask something deeper. His formerly open and gregarious Padawan now stood farther from others when speaking and kept his arms crossed protectively across his chest even when with his friends. It was as if Obi-Wan had left a part of himself on Alderaan -- the innocent gangly boy he had been -- and had become someone new.

Obi-Wan scored another hit. His age-mates could not touch him, nor could the remotes. It was, to Qui-Gon, a metaphor for this new person that his Padawan had become. It had started the day they left Alderaan. When Obi-Wan had arrived in their quarters near mid-day to pack his things, he had been silent and withdrawn. Though Qui-Gon wanted to ask him about his evening, he refrained. After their discussion about privacy, Qui-Gon felt it best to wait for Obi-Wan to share instead of making an overture that might be seen as an intrusion. After a week passed, and Obi-Wan had still not mentioned anything about Bail Organa, Qui-Gon began to question his decision. Every night after the evening meal, Obi-Wan went to his room and shut the door instead of his usual habit of discussing his day or spending time with his friends. The one evening that Qui-Gon had tried to draw him out, when he tapped on Obi-Wan's door and asked if he might like to join him in a game of holochess, he had heard furtive movements before the door opened. Obi-Wan had been polite in his rejection and gave a need to study as his excuse, but Qui-Gon noticed that the desk was clear of everything but a small box and a single piece of flimsiplast.

Master Drallig brought Qui-Gon's thoughts back to the present. "Another?"

Qui-Gon grunted his agreement.

When the third remote was released into play, Obi-Wan finally seemed to tire. Still, his opponents could not find an opening. In the end, Master Drallig called an end to the session before all three Padawans exhausted themselves. Qui-Gon watched as the remotes deactivated and Obi-Wan's friends rushed him on the floor. They gathered around him, all smiles and hugs and backslaps. Before Alderaan, Obi-Wan had thrived under such attention, soaking it up and showing off to boost his confidence. This new Obi-Wan was different. He seemed almost uncomfortable with the adulation. Even at a distance, Qui-Gon could see his Padawan's head tilt downward as he waved off praise. He was demure, almost shy, as his friend Quinlan ruffled his hair.

"Obi-Wan!" Qui-Gon called.

Obi-Wan quickly left the floor and came to his Master's side. "Master, I didn't know you were going to observe today."

"You did very well, Obi-Wan." Qui-Gon uncrossed his arms and put a hand to Obi-Wan's shoulder. He studied Obi-Wan as his head dipped and his face, already flushed from exertion, pinked at the compliment. Obi-Wan seemed to shrink under Qui-Gon's gaze and steady hand, and Qui-Gon came to a decision. It had been over two weeks since their return to Coruscant -- more than enough time to wait for Obi-Wan to open up on his own. Whatever happened between Obi-Wan and the Viceroy that night, it had deeply affected Obi-Wan and it was time to bring it out into the light. "Gather your things."

Obi-Wan's head came up. "Shouldn't I shower?"

Qui-Gon waved a hand. "You can do that in our quarters, can you not?"

"Of course, Master."

Obi-Wan bobbed his head obediently before clipping his lightsaber to his belt and retrieving his robe. As they exited the training area and moved into the Temple hallways, Qui-Gon folded his arms in his sleeves and began. "You are not proud of your accomplishment today?"

"Master Drallig always says that anyone can get lucky once."

"Oh, he does?" Qui-Gon glanced sidelong at his Apprentice. Obi-Wan had tucked his hands in his sleeves as well, assuming the closed posture that was now becoming all too familiar. "And what have I told you about luck?"

For a moment, the old Obi-Wan returned. As they waited on a turbolift, he turned his head to look at Qui-Gon, smiled brightly, and used a voice in imitation of his Master. "In my experience, there is no such thing as luck," he intoned.

Qui-Gon laughed. He reached out a hand and ruffled Obi-Wan's hair. "Obi-Wan, it is good to see you smile. I have been worried about you."

Obi-Wan seemed genuinely confused. "Why, Master?"

Qui-Gon waited until they entered the turbolift to begin. "I have noticed that something seems to be weighing on your mind since our return from Alderaan. I had hoped that you would come to me of you own accord, that you would trust me enough take me into your confidence. I have taken our discussion to heart, and I want to respect your privacy Obi-Wan, but I also want you to know that I am here if you need to talk."

The expression on Obi-Wan's face was full of conflict. His shoulders slumped and he looked away. Qui-Gon felt a hard knot of concern form in his stomach and he gave voice to his greatest fear. "Obi-Wan, did the Viceroy hurt you?"

"No, Master!" Obi-Wan's head jerked up, his eyes wide with surprise. "I mean, it hurt but it wasn't like that..."

As the turbolift opened Obi-Wan's voice trailed off, his face red. They both stood there, looking at each other. Qui-Gon was certain now how far Obi-Wan's night with Bail Organa had gone. The question that remained was why Obi-Wan had become so withdrawn. When he put a hand to Obi-Wan's shoulder he could feel him shaking. "You don't have to say anymore if you don't want to, Obi-Wan."

Obi-Wan closed his eyes and sighed. "Master," he whispered, "if I show you something, will you promise not to take it from me?"

"Obi-Wan, I don't understand." Qui-Gon dropped his hands to his sides, confused by the request. "Why would you ask me such a thing?"

When Obi-Wan looked up again, the true depth of his turmoil was reflected in his eyes and Qui-Gon realized he had been wrong to wait so long. Then Obi-Wan seemed to make a decision. He took a deep breath, turned, stepped out of the lift and headed quickly toward their quarters.

"Obi-Wan!"

Qui-Gon called after his Apprentice but Obi-Wan was intent on his purpose now. He hurried away and was already in his room by the time Qui-Gon caught up. Qui-Gon almost ran into him as he exited, a small object cradled in his hands. It was the wooden box Qui-Gon had seen on Obi-Wan's desk. He offered it up reverently, as if it were a fragile piece of glass.

"When I woke up, he was gone. I found this next to me."

Qui-Gon took the offered object in both hands. It was not very large. The carvings in the wood were obviously hand wrought, though not by a skilled artisan. The symbol of Alderaan graced the lid and the protectors of House Organa -- the flame lily for purity and the Grimtaash for strength -- were carved into the sides. Qui-Gon closed his eyes as he wrapped his hands around the box. The Force sang to him. This object was treasured, well loved and cared for, not simply a trinket or a piece that sat on a shelf gathering dust.

Obi-Wan's voice intruded. "Open it."

Moving to sit at the small table where they often shared meals, Qui-Gon did as Obi-Wan asked. The Padawan hovered nervously as the lid opened and a piece of rolled flimsi unfurled itself and revealed objects below. Qui-Gon withdrew each item and placed them on the table: a dried flower, a ring, and the note. He looked over at Obi-Wan, seeking his permission, before reading. Obi-Wan gave a silent nod.

The note was short -- eight sentences long -- but in those few words the Viceroy had conveyed much. Qui-Gon returned the objects to the box, careful of the delicate flower and rolling the flimsi before closing the lid. He presented it back to Obi-Wan as it had been given, with grave respect, and he could see the relief in Obi-Wan's eyes as he did so. "Obi-Wan, I need to know. Are you in love with him?"

Obi-Wan clutched the box protectively to his chest. Once again, Qui-Gon was surprised by his Apprentice. "No, Master. I'm not in love with him. How could I be? I hardly know him. But I care for him, very much." Obi-Wan's voice became wistful and Qui-Gon could see the conflict that Obi-Wan had carried within him clearly now. His words showed that Obi-Wan had thought long and hard on his feelings. "I miss him. I miss how he made me feel -- and I don't just mean my body. He was so kind and caring. When I was with him, he made me feel different -- not like a boy or a student, a Padawan or Jedi. When I was with him, I was all those things and none of them. I was a man. You tried to tell me, Master. I thought I understood when you said that being with someone that way, that it changes you. That you leave a part of yourself behind. But I didn't. Not really. Not until after. Then he was gone and I didn't even have a chance to say goodbye."

"Oh, Obi-Wan." Qui-Gon reached up and placed one of his hands to cover Obi-Wan's where it held the box over his heart. "Have you thought of contacting him?"

"Yes. But if he truly feels this way, if it isn't just words, wouldn't it be cruel? If he left because he cared that much, would it be fair of me to try to contact him when I know I could never give him more than this? Would it be fair to myself? What if I did come to know him and love him? What then?" Obi-Wan dropped to his knees in front of Qui-Gon, his head bowed and his voice full of hurt. "I liked him, Master. I wanted to be his friend."

Qui-Gon looked at his Apprentice. This was the Trial of the Heart, the lesson each Jedi had to learn in their own time and in their own way -- how to love without possessing, how to care and give without fearing attachment. It was never an easy road and many failed. They gave up instead of facing the difficulties and possible complications that relationships entailed. Still, it was Qui-Gon's experience that giving of oneself to others only expanded the light inside -- that it brought one closer to the true Will of the Living Force. Though many might think of his views as radical or even heretical, he would was certain of one thing; the Order was wrong in their teachings. Love was not a thing to fear, it was a gift that strengthened both the giver and the receiver. Love would be the salvation of them all one day, and Obi-Wan would be the proof.

"Obi-Wan, you must not be afraid of your feelings or run away from what they might mean. You must confront them. Embrace them. Bail Organa told me himself that he has the greatest regard for you. Think carefully. Know what you want in your heart. When you are ready, contact him. Tell him what you can offer. Ask him what he wants in return. I think you will find that the Force will show you the way."

Bail sat at the head of a long table while his ministers bickered. They were arguing over who should be appointed to the open Senate position.

According to the Alderaan Charter, the position could be filled by appointment or by referendum. In the case of appointment, the Viceroy, as First Chair of the Council of Elders and head of the ruling house of Alderaan, was allowed the discretion of his office. While it was a generally accepted practice for opinions to be solicited from a search committee formed by the Council, the decision was to rest solely on the shoulders of the Viceroy. If, for some reason, the Viceroy could not choose a suitable candidate he could call for a referendum. Interested parties were, in such a case, required to submit their qualifications and intent to a regional electoral office. After regional runoffs were complete, the final list of candidates would then be put forward and a planetary-wide election held. Such appointments lasted for a term of six standard years after which, if the Viceroy was pleased with the service of the individual, they could then be officially appointed to the position until such time as they retired, or the Viceroy asked for their resignation.

Of course, all this assumed that the Council of Elders had faith in the judgment of their Viceroy.

Bail had long ago ceased to listen to the debate. He had looked over the list of candidates, reviewed their dossiers, and found them all to be good men and women with long histories of public service. What was happening was little more than political infighting between rival houses and an attempt on the part of various individuals to break the power base of Bail's Minister of Protocol. While Bail would certainly not be unhappy to see that occur, he was realistic. None of the other Heads of House -- with the possible exception of Bail Antilles -- would be more inclined to allow Bail to rule as he saw fit than Minister Aldrette. When they looked at Bail, they saw a fourteen-year-old boy appointed by Jedi instead of a twenty-three-year-old man with a mind of his own capable of adult decision-making. It was far better, in Bail's opinion, for him to allow the infighting to continue until he could manage to oust Aldrette on his own.

So, instead of paying attention, Bail used his datapad for his new obsession. He searched for information about Obi-Wan Kenobi.

Bail had been unable to get Obi-Wan out of his mind since their night together nearly a month ago. He had thought it some strange kind of phase at first but, as the days passed, Bail's longing to see Obi-Wan again only intensified. Bail even dreamed about him. Almost every night. In fact, those dreams were the only way he managed to orgasm anymore -- as his mind conjured an amazingly realistic image of Obi-Wan in his arms.

His vivid dreams finally drove Bail from his bed to his terminal where he became relentless in his pursuit to know more about Obi-Wan. As a Padawan, it seemed Obi-Wan was completely invisible to the press. A search on Master Qui-Gon Jinn brought back several returns; most of them related to diplomatic treaty negotiations and official releases of Senate minutes. Having exhausted the most obvious methods, Bail stepped back and moved from the holonet and public records to historical documents about the Jedi. He downloaded several papers from University Archives and was in the middle of reading the summary of a rather long research paper when he stumbled across a piece of information that made him do a double-take: not only was the main Jedi Temple on Coruscant but, thanks to restructuring of the Republic several hundred years ago, the Jedi were now under the direct authority and oversight of the Senate. The Jedi reported to Senate committees on a regular basis and many high-ranking members of that august body met with the Jedi Council. In particular, they worked closely with diplomats.

Qui-Gon Jinn was a Jedi diplomat assigned to the Temple at Coruscant.

That meant Obi-Wan was assigned to the Temple at Coruscant.

That meant Obi-Wan worked with the Senate.

Bail dropped his datapad on top of the table with a clatter. He was shocked at himself for being so dense. It was obvious. Obi-Wan spent his time, when he wasn't on a mission, on Coruscant. If he wanted to see Obi-Wan, all he had to do was find a way to get to Coruscant and an excuse to visit the Temple.

"Your Highness?"

Bail's attention shifted outward. Everyone at the table had stopped talking and turned to stare at him. He scrambled to cover. "Really, gentlemen, all this arguing is giving me a frightful headache."

"Perhaps Your Highness would like a break?" Minister Aldrette was smug. Bail wanted nothing more than to wipe the superior and condescending look off his face.

"Actually, Minister, that sounds wonderful!" Bail stood up and the entire assemblage was forced to do the same. "Since we are obviously getting nowhere, why don't we adjourn until after mid-day."

There was really little that any of the Elders present could do but leave. While none of them respected Bail, they did respect tradition and custom. The Viceroy had dismissed them and they were required to withdraw. Bail was sure they would continue their petty machinations once they left his office but that was of little concern to him now. They would be elsewhere, and that was all that mattered.

When the last of the group left and the doors were closed, Bail wasted no time. He turned to the nearest guard. "Go to the landing platform and tell them to ready the Tantive for departure. And send in my aide on your way out."

The guard was hardly gone before the door opened and Sateen Vestwe entered. "Your Highness?"

"Sateen, I need you to handle some travel arrangements."

"Sir?"

"We are going to Coruscant."

"When?"

"Immediately."

"But, Your Highness," Sateen protested, "the Minister didn't say anything about..."

"That's because the Minister is not going. Do you think me unable to travel without his permission?"

"No, Your Highness!" The aide blushed. "I just thought that with the candidate search underway you would be..."

"Oh that." Bail waived his hand. "I've made my decision."

"You have?" Sateen seemed completely bewildered.

"Yes. And be sure to inquire about longer-term accommodations. I'll be invoking article seven, subsection four, clause two of the Charter so I can represent Alderaan myself."

Bail smiled at Sateen's shocked expression, imagining what Minister Aldrette's face would look like when he received word that Bail was gone and had entirely outflanked him. However, that was simply the icing on a very fine cake. Sooner or later, Obi-Wan Kenobi would be on Coruscant and Bail would be there, waiting for him.

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