Sandstorm

Author: Pilgrim
Title: Sandstorm
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Star Wars characters or movies (unfortunately) and am not making any money from this (even bigger unfortunately)
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Chapter 10

Obi-Wan watched Arsha curiously; she was reclined on the sofa opposite he and Anakin. He disliked admitting it, but Obi-Wan wanted his Padawan to leave the room and give him time alone with the strange female. Her fingers tucked a stray auburn curl behind an ear distractedly and her lips parted slightly as she sighed. Those small movements created images he was not comfortable with, physically or mentally, at least not with his Padawan so near.

Anakin drew both of their attention when he rose suddenly. “Sorry Master, but I have an essay on Adegan crystals due soon.” Obi-Wan nodded, missing the tell-tale smirk of Anakin’s lies. He knew what his Master wanted and was not about to stand in his way. Anakin bowed to them both before leaving.

Arsha watched him leave curiously. “He’s a smart boy. He will become a good Jedi,” she stated in a knowledgeable way once the lad was out of earshot. Obi-Wan blinked to clear his mind before focusing on the conversation.

“I hope so. He is the Chosen One,” he blurted out without realising till it was too late that the words had slipped unbidden into his voice. Arsha’s eyes locked onto his swiftly. A sharp and keen intelligence that had not been there previously shone brightly through for a few seconds before it was safely tucked away behind a protective glaze.

“Really? You are fortunate, and at the same time unfortunate. What a burden that must be, knowing that his future rests entirely on your shoulders. That the whole galaxy will be watching and judging.” Secretly Arsha stashed the information away, ready for later use. Obi-Wan was looking uncomfortable, unable to sit still and obviously mentally berating himself for blurting out such important information to a practical nobody. “Don’t worry. Who have I to tell?” Arsha whispered conspiratorially with a faint smile.

Slowly his eyes rested on her once again and he appeared to calm slowly. He reasoned that she was right, but still, he would keep an eye on her. Something wasn’t sitting quite right in his mind about her now that they were back in his terrain. Something was out of place, withheld and silent, as if a boar-wolf was biding its time crouched in the shadows of whatever imagery she was placing about herself.

Arsha sensed this and quickly sought to disrupt the thoughts. Obi-Wan was no longer critical to her plans but that didn’t stop him from being a danger, albeit an attractive danger. Flicking her legs back over the sofa, she rose smoothly and strode around the coffee table towards him. He didn’t move, except to lean back, as if expecting what she had intended.

Being in his own rooms was a comfort, safer he thought than in an area and world of her control. Here, he knew what was right and what was wrong. Here, the rules were his. Obi-Wan watched as the young woman decided to be bold and swiftly sat on his lap, a thigh on either side of his. He drew in a sharp breath and watched as she grinned, a predatory smirk that thrilled and terrified him all at once.

Arsha draped her arms around his shoulders. “I know what you were thinking. I could see it in your eyes,” she whispered tantalisingly as Obi-Wan trailed his gaze up to hers. Suddenly he felt as if he were taking advantage, after all the turmoil she had been through and his mind on such things. He chided himself mentally, but the voice was hardly above a whisper and went all but unnoticed.

“I will not take…” Arsha placed a finger on his lips to silence him.

“You would not be able to take me against my will. You would not be able to influence me against my will. What I do is what I choose to do. No regrets,” she whispered, the faintest grazing of her lips to his. “Understand?” Obi-Wan nodded silently.

Arsha fought back a laugh as he took the initiative and grasped her hips, dragging her closer. Their lips locked together, neither giving ground for the other to breathe. His hand trailed up her right side, resting just beneath her breast, unsure whether to proceed or not. Without warning, Arsha stood up and strode away. She resumed her previous seat on the opposite sofa. “We should get this test of yours out of the way.”

Obi-Wan’s mouth hung open; all this time she had been tempting and coercing him and he had refused. Now, she was turning the tables, giving a bit then taking it all away. Fighting to regain some composure, he nodded and rose swiftly. Arsha grinned cruelly behind his back as his hand rested on the door’s handle. He needed to learn that everything was to be by her admission only. Even in his world, her rules would dominate. Her plan had been successful though, as his thoughts were no longer on the information that he shouldn’t have disclosed.

“You truly intend to leave it at that?” Arsha whispered teasingly, a slight purr to her tone. Obi-Wan paused and slowly turned around, his eyebrow raised in question. “How noble of you to take no for an answer. Most would just take.” Sensually Arsha rose and headed for the bedroom; she temporarily stopped in the doorway and glanced over her shoulder suggestively. Without lingering a second longer, she finished her stroll to the bed. She knew he would follow and smiled at the sound of his approaching footsteps.

Obi-Wan had crossed the room faster than Arsha had anticipated; she only truly registered that he had indeed followed when the heat passed from his skin onto hers. His hands were everywhere, completely and utterly welcome, almost begged for. Eliciting responses she had no desire to control or rein in. Arsha wrapped her arms about him tightly, dragging him closer to her and capturing his lips hotly. He was still far too hesitant for Arsha’s liking, but she was fairly sure if things moved any faster the poor thing would be scared away before the fun truly began. She decided it would be best to let him have his tender way than miss out entirely; besides, the more activity the less energy that could be spent on remembering.

Slowly her fingers crept to his chest, trailing down to the belt and tugging at it insistently. Obi-Wan propped himself up slightly to allow her some room to work, and they both realised that being squashed so closely was not conducive to removing clothing in any rapid fashion. He watched silently as her fingers worked swiftly, then belt and outer wrap were carelessly removed and tossed aside. Arsha’s fingers trailed down and stroked over his stomach lightly, making the muscles jump beneath the tender touch.

“I always thought it was supposed to be ladies first?” he whispered huskily against her ear as he tugged her closer to ravish her mouth once more. This was definitely different from his previous experiences. Arsha sighed and trailed her fingers back up his chest, relishing the heat that poured off him.

“Who said I was a lady?” Arsha whispered back with a slight grin. Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow in amusement, his attention swiftly returning to the task at hand. Namely, levelling the balance of clothing. Arsha bit her lip as he slowly unbuttoned her travel shirt and deposited it on the floor quickly. Her hand trailed down his stomach once more and over his trousers till his desire was pressing against her palm. Obi-Wan looked rather startled at her forwardness and she thought for a moment he would run. Instead a different sort of urgency came over him, one which suited Arsha more than this ridiculously, almost religious ceremony he seemed insistent on going through.

It took bare few seconds to remove the remaining obstructions of clothing, both glancing respectfully over the other’s tone and build. Her own skin was tinged a brilliant gold compared to Obi-Wan‘s paler physique. It appeared as if the Jedi would have been perfectly happy left admiring for several hours. He slid alongside her, fingers trailing softly and lightly over the ripples of the occasional faint scar and tone of muscle.