Because you guys are all so wonderful, here's a little sweet update. Thank you again, so much, for all the comments, replies soon. This is part of a small mini Miracle spin-off series I'm doing on ff.net, called Sensations A missing moment from Miracle 1 (Days Like This). Naboo Twilight (Solace) Twilight was shining, indigo and amethyst in the sky above Theed. A rim of faint light lined the horizon from the approaching sun, but sunrise was still an hour away. The city was dark still and quiet, but Ben was awake. His stretch of time on Tatooine, away from his girls, had been uneventful and peaceful despite his failed attempts at reaching an accord with Owen Lars. But Aala was right, with time things would work out, and he had a plan. For now though, he was home and well rested. While on the desert planet that was like a second home or wherever else he might find himself in the galaxy, he often rose early - to meditate, run through katas, or complete whatever tasks needed doing, but while on Naboo he afforded himself the luxury of staying in bed with his lovely Aala. In general, she was not a 'morning person' but over the years he had discovered a number of things that tended to make her more agreeable in the earlier hours. A good cuddle was one of them. He never wanted to wake her but he could only resist the desire to hold her in his arms for so long, especially after being gone. So as soon as he sensed her beginning to stir he scooted closer and let his arm fall about her waist. She gave a soft sigh as he pressed the length of his body to hers and he tightened his arm around her letting his palm slide across her stomach. Still waking up himself and in no rush, he took advantage of the peace to simply enjoy the feel of her warm body against his, the press of her hips, and the smell of her hair. After some indeterminate amount of time, he could tell she was beginning to wake a little more as she shifted closer, tangling her legs with his beneath the heavy covers. He sighed, there was nothing better than having all of her so close, and he swept his hand down over her hip to her leg. Her skin was warm and so soft and he let his fingertips drag down and then back up. Shifting again under his gentle touch she hummed a soft noise of approval and he took it as encouragement, continuing to stroke her skin. "Good morning," she murmured finally, her voice a little husky from sleep. "It always is with you," he answered, his tone sincere. She stretched a little, and then curled up again, hugging her pillow close and her next words came out as a bit of a mumble. "You're up early..." "I didn't mean to wake you," he replied, but he was sure she didn't really mind that much. Each time he moved his hand, she shifted closer, her body responding instinctively to his touch, eager and willing. As slow as he could manage, he let his hand move back to her stomach and then up further. She sighed and arched her back just a little, pressing closer. "S'okay," she murmured sleepily. "I missed you." "I missed you, too," he said, his voice husky. Raising up on one arm, he guided her to lay on her back so he could see her face. He had missed her, so much, now more than ever before it seemed, and he vowed to figure out something better, somehow. But in this moment, nothing existed for him except this beautiful woman in his bed. Obligingly, Aala turned toward him and smiled as she caught his gaze in the darkness. Her hand rose to his jaw and he leaned down, pressing his mouth to hers. As he kissed her, he slipped his hand under her shirt. His fingers skimmed over her torso, making the breath catch in her throat and she broke the kiss. He pulled back to look at her and her eyelids fluttered open as she gave him a slow smile. Deft, slender fingers caressed his shoulders then slid to his back and tugged at his tunic. He removed it quickly then lowered his body back to hers. He could feel her heart beginning to pound in her chest, her breath quickened. Seeing how much he affected her suddenly he couldn't think of anything except how much he wanted her. She must have caught the heat in his expression because he could see it now reflected in her eyes and she cast him an entirely pleased grin. "Obi-Wan," she pleaded, her voice breathy, as he reached a particularly sensitive spot. He chuckled and let his hand begin a new path across her body. She could never quite remember to use his alias in moments like this, but he found it endearing. "Are you awake now?" Ben teased. "Not quite," she answered, her voice low, "but that's okay.” The smile she gave him was anticipatory and knowing, all at once. He chuckled and leaned in to kiss her again. She was right, there was something particularly enjoyable about slow, measured movements, taking your time and being entirely relaxed. And with her laying pliant beneath him in their bed, he did just that - taking his time to reacquaint himself with every detail of her body and her pleasure. After all, he had been gone for a very long time, and he intended to make it up to her and then some.