It
was too late.

Of
that Sidious was sure after seeing the threesome at the Senate
function, the way Skywalker was just ensnared in Kenobi with his eyes
switching between giving either of his mates attention or outright
holding their omega’s hand as if to ensure he was still there.

Cutting
in through the bond or outright murdering Kenobi now would not give
Sidious what he needed to turn Skywalker to his apprentice later on.

But
maybe…

Rubbing
his chin, Sidious stood from his desk and made his way to his book
shelf.

Maybe
he could use this to his advantage. Omegas in Kenobi’s age weren’t
known for falling pregnant at their first shared heat but with a
little bit of Sith magic… and what could make an alpha more enraged
than the loss of both mate and child?

Disguised
eyes sparkled and bleed toxic yellow as Sidious found the right book,
opening up and shifting through the pages, a smirk curling his lips
as he took in the information.

Yes,
this would do…

All
he would have to do would be to spin the story the right way, pull
the right threads in the alphas head and have him blame the Jedi
order when Kenobi died.

Loss
of children and mate would make him unstable and it would be easy to
cut the last link then when Amidala was no longer useful.

()()()

Nuzzling
Padme slowly as
she leaned back into his chest,
Obi-Wan settled his chin on her shoulder as the alpha slowly petted
his hands on
her stomach
while sitting between his legs on the couch in a nice home yellow
dress
in a beautiful
silky fabric.

Anakin
had scuttled off to the temple, to train with Ahsoka but Padme had
quietly informed Obi-Wan that she didn’t have anything planned that
day and wondered if he would spend the day with her.

Seeing
through it her
little ruse,
Obi-Wan understood that Padme had pushed a few of her meetings and
setups further into the future to spend some time with her new mate
and Obi-Wan honestly jumped on it, the chance to spend one on one
time with his female alpha making his heart beat.

Clearly
both alphas caught that in his scent, judging by the pleased smiles
they sported and Obi-Wan had colored a bit but refused to be ashamed.

His
alphas.

Both
of them were his, that meant that spending time with Padme was on the
table just as much as Anakin and Anakin and he spent time together
often one on one and Obi-Wan had no doubt that it would be harder to
spend time with Padme once the bond was settled in after his heat and
they were back to the war again.

They
had spent most of the first two hours just talking, eating some
expensive sugared fruits Padme adored and now they were just
cuddling, curled up into each other while watching a holo of Squid
Lake.

It
would be nice to one day catch it in true action but the holo was
sufficient
for now.

Suddenly
Padme shifted in
front of him
and turned around on the couch, knees between Obi-Wan’s legs as the
man blinked a
bit
drowsily at his sniffing alpha as Padme pressed her hands against his
shoulders to press him into the couch.

Finally
Padme tugged his tunic low and went for his neck, Obi-Wan blinking
before yelping when the others lips found his scent gland and went to
work, Obi-Wan’s sleepy mind hazily supplying him with the details
he had missed as he registered how sore his scent gland really was as
Padme shifted and Obi-Wan sunk more back into the couch back.

He
was entering heat and his alpha could smell him already
before Obi-Wan could really feel it,
could smell that his body was getting ready and was responding in
turn to it with her own need.

Padme
was basically mauling his scent gland, tenderizing it with her lips
and teeth without actually biting through it and Obi-Wan whimpered
both with pain and with need as he teared up, Padme pulling back to
look at him before crooning in worry and reaching up, gently wiping
eyes. “It’s alright omega, sweet omega. I’ll call Anakin, I’ll
get everything ready.” She promised before standing up and with
surprising strength
hauled Obi-Wan after her on
his feet
before literally picking him up, Obi-Wan quickly wrapping his legs
around the woman’s hips as she headed for the bedroom.

He
dropped on the large, soft bed they shared in the Senatorial
apartment only to whine when Padme moved away to start getting things
ready, crawling to the edge before he could think better of it.

Instantly
Padme went right back to him, cupping his face and pressing several
kisses all over his face. “Going to get things ready mate, won’t
leave, won’t abandon you but I need to get a message to Anakin and
find water and juice honey, sweet mate.” She crooned assuringly,
brown eyes wide.

Swallowing
his instincts and need, Obi-Wan nodded shakily while sitting back on
the bed and then reaching to undo his sash.

Padme
hovered for a moment before once more moving away, Obi-Wan able to
see her through the open door, her steps more urgent as she pulled
her comm off the caff table.

‘It
is early… is it the heat withdrawal fault?’ Obi-Wan wondered as
he got himself comfortable and started building his nest, half
listening to Padme and Anakin, the latter swearing as he was clearly
rushing to get to the apartment.