There's a moment when she wants to tell him that it's because he hasn't lived in the gardens as she has, but then he's there and she's certain that every part of her being has been fused with his as his mouth comes down against hers. The ache she's felt since their first connection is eased in a way that leaves her entire being warm and malleable, like she's part of him in the most safe, satisfying way and she brings her hands up to cup his face as an encouragement to continue until there's nothing left of either of them.

It's a mistake.

Without being cautious of what her mind is doing separate from her body, she loses control of both and she's brought back to reality, the bags she's holding — all of them — falling to the floor. Stupidly, she stares down at them before raising her eyes to him, her breathing heavy.

"Obi-Wan."

Not 'Master', no teasing 'Jedi', but his name, breathed on an exhale as she realizes she's flushed and wanting more.