Author's note: Now you know the basic premise of the story, I shall spoiler a little. There are two choices now. Option one is that Anakin is able to perform the ritual. In Option two, he cannot rise to the occasion.
Option 2:
Panting, Padmé withdrew her hand and wiped it clean. As she waited for her breathing to calm down, she knew that she had done all she could to prepare. There was nothing left but to go through with it.
Dressing in a loose top and robe, she left her penthouse for her private transport. No one, not even her security, knew about this trip to the Jedi Temple for the ritual. Captain Tycho would demand a full explanation, one she was not comfortable in giving. Her agents were with her decoys, as she had informed the captain that she would be staying in her apartment all day. She should be back in time for the end of the Senate meetings that her handmaidens could handle without requiring her input.
It had been a while since she handled a speeder and navigating Coruscant airways was no picnic. Fortunately she arrived at the Temple without incident.
After giving her natural name to the reception, using her family surname as opposed to her regnal one, she was escorted by a guide to a wing of the Temple she had never seen before. Still architecturally styled in a similar fashion to the rest of the interior, yet it was not a wing that visitors to the Temple traversed.
Her guide stopped outside one of the many doors some distance down the corridor. A security panel was placed beside it, into which the guide pressed a code that opened the door. They gestured for Padmé to step inside.
Within, a short corridor led her to a large bedroom. A bed was placed against the furthest wall, near a corner. Before it were three chairs, all occupied. Obi-Wan sat in one, next to him was a curvaceous female Jedi who she presumed had tutored Anakin. In the last chair sat an androginuous Jedi, a species unfamiliar to her, who must be the trial master.
She took off her robe and knelt upon the bed in front of them. Her eyes drifted to Obi-Wan who carefully glanced at her, silently seeming to make sure she was well.
After what seemed like a long wait, she could hear someone walking down the short corridor. Glancing towards the entrance, she soon came to fix her gaze on Anakin.
He was taller. Much taller than his master, with a long padawan braid. He wore a robe like his master. He seemed surprised by her presence, possibly because she had not informed Obi-Wan that she would partake in the ritual until the night before.
He walked up to the three Jedi Masters and bowed before them. Then he removed his robe. Padmé could only see his back, which was unremarkable and unblemished by scars or aging.
There was a long pause as he stood still before the Jedi Masters. Then the trial master spoke in a tired voice.
“Stimulate him,” they said. “We shall give him a little time. If not, his master will have to show him how it is done.”
Padmé did not allow herself to hope. She gathered from the few words and her limited vision that Anakin could not rise to the occasion as it were. She could see the female jedi master take him in hand, her mouth opening. She looked to Obi-Wan, who kept a discreet watch on her and his padawan.
After some time had passed, he carefully shook his head. A moment or two later the trial master spoke once more.
“Obi-Wan, show your padawan what to do,” they said. “It appears he needs the reminder. When this trial is arranged again, his tutor shall take the place of this young woman. I have no desire to put her through this again just because padawan Skywalker requested her presence. Especially when he has failed to express his preference for her.”
Obi-Wan rose from the chair and shed his robe. Beneath he wore nothing, and his cock was ready. Anakin took his chair, his robe back on but open, showing the evidence of his failure.
Padmé watched Obi-Wan walk towards her. He paused before her and his hand reached between her thighs. He smiled at her as he felt she was ready.
He mounted the bed and settled behind her. Carefully he took himself in hand and rubbed against her folds before entering her. He stilled, letting her adjust to his girth once more. He was close beside her, waiting for her to give him a signal. She nodded and he began to move, slowly at first, then building up the pace considerately.
She looked at the witnesses. The trial master seemed detached from the ritual, if it could still be called that, in light of Anakin’s failure. The female jedi master was sitting watching, her hands placed in such a way that Padmé wondered if she was taking pleasure from the sight of her and Obi-Wan.
As for Anakin, he was watching, but in shame and embarrassment over his failure. Padmé was glad that his focus appeared to be on himself rather than her and Obi-Wan. He did not look jealous, leading her to doubt his feelings once more.
Obi-Wan increased the pace of his thrusts, hitting that spot inside her which always brought her pleasure. She let herself enjoy it, despite the witnesses, despite the difficulty in trying to imagine that they were alone. When she reached her peak she felt him join her.
When they both became aware of the room once more, he slowly withdrew, his seed following, giving the proof required.
The trial master rose from his chair and left the room, followed by the female jedi master, with a still shame faced Anakin in tow.
