It took Obi-wan being turned into a cat to kick off the night that he had the best, or rather best so far at least, sex of his life. It honestly wasn't how he had pictured it would come about, but then he had expected it to happen with a pair of Brazilian supermodels who had a terrible grasp of English. He hadn't foreseen Padme, hadn't imagined that he would so quickly come to care about her or those dreams that had kept her so frequently in his mind. He wasn't going to question it though, he just wanted to savor her and the moments he had with her.
He did his best to make the most of their time in the shower, maybe not his 'A game' but the shower wasn't the easiest place for it, not to mention he was already a little tired and he hadn't been with a woman for nearly a year. But this wasn't lovemaking, neither were interested in going slow and taking the time to get to know each other and just how to touch each other, they were getting rid of that tension. If he was lucky it would come later, that chance to really take his time and be as thorough in getting to know her as she deserved.
He wasn't inconsiderate now though. After he left the shower, wrapping a towel around himself first, he went to the rack on the back of the bathroom door and got down his long, hunter green bathrobe. Coming back to her he held it open for her to slip on if she wanted, "You might, uh, be more comfortable in this." his little smile was slightly bashful as he tried to keep himself from staring.