Opposites Attract [Complete]

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Sorry for the long break! Things have been insane lately, and my computer broke... stupid real life. Anyway, here's a chapter dedicated to smut! Enjoy!







It was several months before Meleana was given another assignment. She wasn’t even summoned to the briefing room, the mission details were sent to her data pad within hours of the mission team’s departure time. After checking the time and place she was supposed to meet the rest of the team she skipped down to the briefing on the planet they were headed too. She hadn’t even finished reading the name of the planet before her comlink went off.

She answered it and sighed. Crissida was calling. Another bounty hunter had chased her half way across Coruscant, and Ketana was on a mission. If Meleana hurried she might be able to make it to her, and get to the mission departure point on time. She hardly had time to pack a bag though, not if it might cost Crissida her life.



Meleana arrived late to the departure point, if she’d known she was going to be late anyway she would have packed a change of clothes. The bounty hunter hadn’t gone down without a fight. She was covered in blood, dirt, and a few nasty stains she wasn’t too sure of. There was one Jedi waiting outside the ship with his arms crossed. He was a human male, a few inches taller than Meleana. Judging by the roughness of his skin and the white speckling his hair she guessed him to be in his mid-fifties.

“Jedi Ariadne?”

“Yes Master…” Meleana paused; she hadn’t had time to look up the name Jedi Master in charge of the mission.

“Marion, I take it you did not spend your extra time memorizing your briefing.”

Meleana swallowed hard, the Master’s gray eyes were burning holes through her. “No Master, I was-”

“I don’t care what you were doing,” he snapped. “I hand picked every Jedi on this mission, including you against the wishes of several other Masters. I hope this will be the last time you disappoint me.”He looked her over and noticed she hadn’t brought any bags. He didn’t say anything, but shot her a look of disdain before boarding the waiting craft.

Meleana followed, unsure of where to go. The ship wasn’t very large, it was just big enough to transport the group of eight Jedi. Meleana was relieved when the Jedi Master pointed to a door as they passed and told her it lead to her quarters. Wherever they were going it wasn’t in the core if they had private quarters. Meleana opened the door, much to her chagrin the rooms were shared.

Latira looked up at her from one of the beds, she seemed equally unhappy to see her.

“I see you decided to show up.”

“I was tied up,” Almost literally, she thought to herself.

Meleana was sure Latira had no interest in trying to be civil, she didn’t see any reason to try and keep polite conversations going. She was trying to decide whether to stay or go explore the rest of the ship, given what a mess she was she would attract a lot of attention.

“You know I was flattered to be hand picked by a Master so soon after being knighted, until I heard you were on this mission.”

Meleana ignored Latira. She really needed to read her mission briefing if she had any hope of salvaging her credibility. She sat down on the second bed and pulled out her datapad.

“Did you even read the mission briefing?” Latira asked in a rude tone, “Because we were told to bring a pretty wide array of things, and you don’t even have a change of clothes.”

Meleana let out a frustrated sigh. “I got the mission this morning. A friend of mine needed help. I spent all day tracking, then fighting a bounty hunter, so no I didn’t read the mission briefing, and yes I was late, and I didn’t think letting my friend die so I could pack a bag was rational. I’d like to read the mission report now, so please let me do that.”

“It’s not my fault your time management skills are lacking.”

“Really, we’re going to bicker like children? Don’t you have something more important to do? And if you think so little of me, why are you still so obsessed with hating me after a nearly decade?”

“This isn’t about Unis, this is about you being a spoiled little princess. Better people than you weren’t chosen as Padawan’s, or waiting years longer to become Knights. You’re proof that even the Jedi can be bought off at a high enough price.”

Meleana rolled her eyes. “I’m going to sit here and read, please leave me alone.”

“I think I saw a few of your friends here. I didn’t catch their names,” Latira said. She wanted to keep Meleana from her reading. She could either deal with constant interruption or go somewhere else.

“I’ll be sure to go say hello as soon as I finish my reading.”

“The two men and the little boy you sat with, after you came over to my table in the dinning hall to rub your Knighting in my face.”

“I wasn’t…” Meleana trailed off, realizing she was talking about Obi-Wan. She hadn’t seen him since he’d called things off. She would never admit it, but she’d missed him. “Did they mention me?” She knew by the look on Latira’s face that she’d asked a little too desperately.

“One of them seemed a little put off when I brought you up, the one with the Padawan.”

Meleana sighed and kept reading. No reason to try to pry information out of Latira, she couldn’t be trusted to tell the truth if she thought she could get a rise out of Meleana. The room was quiet long enough for her to get a few paragraphs into the mission report.

“So which one of them did you sleep with?”

Meleana turned away from her data pad and blinked at Latira. “Both of them, at the same time while the Padawan filmed it,” she said deadpan. She couldn’t help but smirk at the look on Latira’s face. “If you’d like we can watch it while the four of us fuck.”

That ought to shut her up, Meleana thought and went back to her reading. It was a long time before Latira made another peep, and then it was an offended huff before she stormed out of the room.

Meleana breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed back onto her mattress.



That night all of the Jedi met to discuss the mission. Meleana arrived first, not wanting Master Marion to think she had a tendency towards lateness. She took a seat near the end of the table and waited for the other Jedi to shuffle in. She’d cleaned herself up, but her clothes were still filthy, and Latira had refused to lend her any, claiming Meleana would stretch them out.

When everyone had arrived Master Marion went around the table introducing each of the Jedi. He started with Meleana, who was seated to his immediate right, then a blue skinned twi’lek, Illyssa. All of the remaining Jedi were male once Latira had been introduced. She’d taken a seat next to Obi-Wan. Meleana wondered if she’d done it just to annoy her. Anakin, the only Padawan, was between Obi-Wan and Garen. The last Jedi knight was a togruta male named Kaelen.

Once the introductions were complete the Jedi Master began reiterating everything the mission briefing had said.

They were headed to a planet called Glycirie, it was on the edge of Republic space and very poor. The inhabitants of the planet had completely used up all of its natural resources nearly a century ago, and all of the planets wealth was poured into keeping the planets surface from becoming toxic. Anyone with any money to invest back into the world had left before the crisis began. While the planet was still habitable it suffered from extreme weather conditions that made much of the planet too dangerous to live on. The remaining population lived in the center of the worlds more temperate zones, far from any of the coasts.

A war eventually erupted over who should control what little resources the planet still possessed, most of which were imported from neighboring worlds. The war had only increased the misery of the people, four of the neighboring worlds, who’d been supporting Glycirie for the better part of the century, had intervened and had temporarily stopped the fighting.

Two of the neighboring worlds were not on friendly terms with one another. Both considered themselves to be the major power in that corner of the galaxy, and both thought their way of peace keeping was better than the others. Tensions between them had been high, now that they were both vying for power over the dying world things had gotten worse.

The Jedi were to asses the situation and decide if the world should be left alone, or left in the hands of one or more of the wealthier planets.

Meleana tried to stay focused as the other Jedi began debating the options for Glycirie, but she found no matter how hard she tried she kept focusing on Obi-Wan. She wasn’t sure why she was so enamored with him. She’d never given most of the men she’d slept with a second thought, come to think of it, she’d forgotten half of their names, but looking down the table at Obi-Wan still made her heart flutter.

She tried to steer her mind back in the right direction. Latira was saying something, it could be important. It wasn’t, it wasn’t even intelligent, just pandering to the man in charge. Surely naughty thoughts about Obi-Wan were better than overly judgmental ones towards Latira, right?



Obi-Wan glanced over at Meleana. Her face was resting in the palm of her hand and she was staring thoughtfully at Latira, who was still droning on, it seemed to Obi-Wan she was literally talking about nothing. It sounded intelligent enough on the surface, she was well spoken, but ultimately she was saying nothing.

Not at all like Meleana, who while not always eloquent, always got to the point. He wondered if she’d thought at all of him over the past few months. Probably not, she’d made it clear he was disposable when he’d broken things off with her. Why had he done that again? He smiled slightly at her dirty clothes, that was exactly the sort of thing that would have annoyed him when he’d first met her, now he found it endearing.

Meleana looked up at Master Marion when he called her name and asked her what she thought.

“I think we should do what we can to preserve the sovereignty of the people.”

“Even if that means allowing them to destroy themselves?” Master Marion challenged.

“Well if we impose foreign control, and they rebel, they’ll destroy themselves anyway, and alienate their allies. Obviously we shouldn’t leave them in chaos, but we can’t force what’s best for them down their throats. It seems too delicate an issue to really discus without talking to them first.” Meleana said firmly.

Obi-Wan’s heart was pounding in his chest. Why was hearing her unapologetically speak her mind to a respected Jedi Master so appealing?

“I think you are assuming a worse case scenario,” Marion did not sound pleased with Meleana’s view point.

Meleana furrowed her brow, “Isn’t that our job?”

The Jedi Master pursed his lips, “It is our job to do what is best for the people. These people have proved throughout their history that they are not capable of taking care of themselves.”

“Well then which one of the neighboring planets should we hand them over to? It sounds like you’ve already made up your mind.”

The other Jedi in the room visibly tensed as they waited for Master Marion’s rebuke to Meleana’s statement.

“Perhaps when you have experienced as much as I have you will be able to see the bigger picture more clearly. Whatever we do must ensure the survival of this world over the long term. A rebellion may start, but it would be brief. If one of the more advanced worlds were able to repair the planets economy it could change the course of Glycirie’s future for the better.”

Meleana stared up at the Jedi Master, why had he asked for her opinion if he didn’t want to hear it? She decided there was no point in saying anything else. He looked down at her before moving on to Illyssa.



After the meeting was concluded Meleana stayed in the room, which, along with the large table for dining, also housed the ships small kitchen. She’d hoped to avoid spending any more time with Latira than was absolutely necessary.

Much to Meleana’s dismay the only Jedi that left the room was Master Marion, which left her in a room full of people she’d rather not talk to.

“What happened to your clothes?” Illyssa asked.

Meleana smiled nervously. “I had a busy morning.”

“You didn’t bring anything to change into?”

“A very busy morning.”

Illyssa looked her over. “You can borrow something of mine. That will at least give you something to wear while those are being washed.”

“Thank you.”

“Come find me later, I’m in room three,” she said before excusing herself.

Garen filled her seat a second later. “Is that young lady a friend of yours?” He asked nodding back at Latira.

“Not exactly. Why what’s she saying about me?”

“Nothing really, she just keeps bringing you up to start conversations with Obi-Wan,” Garen glanced back at them. “One of us should really say something. She’s being so forward with her advances even Anakin is blushing.”

Meleana looked over at the Padawan. He’d just grabbed something from the ships pantry and was making his way out the door.

“If Obi-Wan’s that uncomfortable he’ll say something.”

“Are you uncomfortable?”

“You’re making me uncomfortable.”

“Fair enough,” Garen said with a shrug.

Meleana watched Latira’s body language. She was becoming increasingly flirty now that only the four of them were left in the room. She wasn’t sure why it bothered her as much as it did, maybe because she knew the other woman was doing it just to bother her. She narrowed her eyes at Latira, and Garen chuckled.

“Why do I sense there’s some bad blood between you two?”

“Oh it’s not about that, I’m just a very competitive person.”

Meleana was sure she could put Latira in her place, she just needed the right tools. She walked to the cooling unit and opened the freezer. She found a frozen fruit bar and smiled. She opened it and sat down on Garen’s other side, across from Obi-Wan.

“So Garen,” Meleana said licking the end of the ice pop, “Been on any interesting missions lately?”

“Something tells me they wouldn’t fit your definition of interesting. What about you?”

“I’ve just spent a lot of time training and meditating lately,” Meleana kept the frozen treat next to her mouth as she spoke so her breath would warm it. “If we can find a big enough room maybe you can show off your skills with a lightsaber. I never did get to see your lightsaber on our last mission.”

Garen blushed and suppressed a grin. “Promise you won’t be comparing my saber skills to Obi-Wan’s?”

Meleana glanced over at Obi-Wan. “Come to think of it, I think I’d like to see the two of you go at each other. The winner can take me.”

“Don’t you mean you’ll see if the winner can take you?”

“No,” Meleana said devilishly. She licked the dripping liquid on her ice pop, starting at the bottom and slid the top into her mouth.

Garen turned to Obi-Wan, he could hear the conversation he was having with Latira. Some how it had been steered towards agriculture, though Latira was still leaning towards him, she apparently was trying to find some way to move the conversation back to where it had started.

He looked back at Meleana, who was licking her ice pop innocently enough. Not that she needed to deep throat the thing to make it distracting. A pretty girl with a phallic object in her mouth was stimulating enough.

“Now I’m uncomfortable.”

“Sorry,” Meleana said smiling. She licked a drop of liquid off her finger. “Want to talk about starships?”

Garen started thinking of ways starships could be dirty, he drew a blank. “Sure.”

“What drew you to flying?” Meleana asked sucking the side of her ice pop. She saw Obi-Wan watching her out of the corner of her eye.

“It’s a useful skill, and I excel at it.”

“That sounds very practical. It didn’t have anything to do with the rush?” Meleana was having an increasingly hard time with her frozen fruit now that it had warmed up. Unable to keep it from dripping by normal means she slid the entire thing into her mouth and pulled it out slowly, sucking off the melted portion. Obi-Wan and Garen both stopped midsentence and gawked at her.

“I just remembered…. I left my lightsaber on in the other room,” Garen said and hurried out before Meleana could argue.

Meleana turned to look at Obi-Wan and smiled. “You were saying something.”

“I was,” Obi-Wan said unable to remember what it was he’d been saying.

Meleana bit the top off her ice pop. “Was this a private conversation? Or will you welcome a third party?”

Obi-Wan couldn’t think of anything other than Meleana’s mouth.

“I like keeping my conversations to two,” Latira snapped.

Meleana pouted. “Fair enough, I’m not much for talking about crops growing anyway. I like things that spring up a little faster. Like volcanoes…. Can’t volcanic ash be used as fertilizer? Somethings got to come out of that huge eruption right?”

Latira rolled her eyes. “I wouldn’t know, I’m not sure that really has anything to do with what we were talking about.”

“Obi-Wan, what was it you were talking about?”

“I should go find my Padawan,” Obi-Wan said clearing his throat. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could watch Meleana eat without pinning her to the table.

Meleana shot Latira a look when he walked out. “You want to keep playing?”

“What’s next? Are you going to parade around naked?”

“I was thinking half naked first.”

“You’re disgusting.”

“Obi-Wan and Garen don’t seem to think so.”



Obi-Wan hurried back into his room. Thankfully Anakin was still off exploring the ship. Garen was sitting on one of the lower bunks reading.

“I know why I didn’t bring Meleana back to the room,” Garen said setting his reading aside. “Why didn’t you?”

Obi-Wan made an unhappy sound and crawled into the top bunk across from Garen. He’d been wound up before Meleana had started performing fellatio on an ice pop, now he felt like he was about to explode.

“Honestly Obi-Wan, go get her, Anakin and I can go sit on the bridge. Why are you doing this to yourself?”

“Right now all I can recall is having had a good reason. I’m going to stick with my clear headed decision.”

“I wouldn’t,” Garen picked back up his reading. “So does that mean its alright if I show her my lightsaber?” He asked before going back to it.

“Absolutely not,” Obi-Wan shut his eyes and tried to clear his head.



Obi-Wan sat up in bed, he must have fallen asleep. The room was dark and Garen and Anakin were both sleeping in the bunk across from him. He hopped out of the bed and walked into the hall. The lights on the ship had been dimmed. Something seemed a little off about it. He walked into the ships washroom, intent on taking a shower. He locked the door before stripping off his clothes and stepping into the shower. He turned away from the spray of water and jumped, startled to see someone else in the shower.

“What are you doing in here?” He asked Meleana.

“I was waiting for you.”

That should have made less sense to Obi-Wan than it did. He made no attempt to push her away when she stepped forward to kiss him. Even with water pouring over both of them Obi-Wan could still taste and smell berries on her, the same ones that had been in that damned ice pop. He coiled an arm around her hips and pulled her slick body against his. His hands moved easily down her back to stroke the curve of her ass. Meleana’s legs parted as his hand moved between her thighs. She arched back towards his touch when his finger began searching for her opening from behind.

“I want you now,” she said removing her lips from his.

She turned around and gripped a bar on the shower wall, and object Obi-Wan hadn’t noticed earlier. He was distracted from the appearance of the grab bar when Meleana bent over. She waved her ass in front of him beckoning him forward. He pressed the tip of his erection to her opening and let out a low moan as he slowly worked his way inside of her.

Her body pushed back into his as he filled her. He slid his hands over her water slicked stomach and pulled her towards him. His lips pulled gently at her neck, sucking at nipping at her soft skin. Her body moved in time with his as his speed increased. He came before she did, which would have distressed him, if he hadn’t woken up at the same time.



Obi-Wan looked around the dark room, hopping he hadn’t been moaning in his sleep. He found wet spot on his stomach and sighed in frustration. Thankfully both Garen and Anakin were sleeping.



Meleana was on the long table in the ship. Why she was sitting on it sucking on an ice pop wasn’t terribly clear to her, she was sure she’d been doing something else a minute ago. The door opened before she could further question her surroundings.

Obi-Wan walked in, saw her sitting in the center of the table and smiled. He beckoned her towards him with a finger, and without question, she slid over to him.

He gently plucked the ice pop from between her fingers. “Take off your clothes,” he said smoothly.

Meleana’s clothing was off before her brain started working; by then wondering why he was being so forward would have been pointless. He pressed the ice pop to her lips and she opened her mouth. He slid it in and out in short strokes before sliding it back. Her lips closed tightly around it before he slowly slid it out again. His tongue caressed her cold lips, removing what was left of the ice pops blue trail.

He undressed in front of her, retaining one of the sashes from his tunic. He wrapped it around her wrists then brought her arms up above her head, using them to guide her body onto the table.

“Can I trust you to keep your eyes closed?” He asked moving the ice in teasing little circles on her neck.

“Yes,” Meleana said with a shiver as she shut her eyes.

He lowered his head to kiss away the trail on her neck and glided the ice pop down her chest. He twirled it over her nipple until it was hard and blue liquid was dripping down her breast. He licked the stray drops on her breast. His hand moved to give her other nipple the same cold treatment while his mouth closed around the other.

He raked her nipple with his teeth, then gently stroked it with his tongue. Each time he did this Meleana let out a soft moan of pleasure. He moved to heat her other breast and slid the ice pop to cool the other. He repeated this process until Meleana was coated in sweat and writhing on the long table.

He looked up at her from between her breasts, checking to see that her eyes were still closed before moving his trail downwards. He kissed the sweet liquid down her stomach pausing briefly to dip the ice pop into her bellybutton, then licking it out slowly.

Meleana gasped when he pressed the cold object onto her overly sensitive bud. Much to her surprise the cold pressure felt good once the initial shock wore off. She pressed her hips into it, wanting relief from the state Obi-Wan had left her in. He pulled the ice pop away and replaced it with his lips, sucking hungrily at her until her hips were lifting off the table. Just as she was about to come he pulled away, stroking her thigh with a firm hand.

He moved the ice between the lips of her sex eliciting a harsh moan from her then kissed and sucked them until she was begging him to fuck her. He trailed the ice in front of her opening and felt Meleana shy away. His tongue took its place tracing the circles he’s just made before probing her. The wetness he found there made him decide it was time to stop teasing her.

His body hovered over hers when he moved back to be eye to eye with her. He pressed the ice pop back to her lips.

“Open your eyes,” he said. He kissed her jaw softly. “I want to watch you suck on this while I’m taking you. That should teach you not to tease me.”

Meleana wasn’t sure how this was supposed to be a punishment, but she did as he asked. To her surprise the ice pop had hardly melted at all. He untied her hands, allowing her to hold the end of the pop.

He gripped his erection and slowly guided it into her waiting opening. Meleana moaned as he penetrated her. It took him few thrusts to coat himself in her wetness and slide easily into her. He didn’t start thrusting though, seeing she was only licking the ice pop.

He leaned forward to whisper into her ear. “Now darling, is that the way you suck my cock?”

Meleana opened her mouth and slid the ice pop inside sucking it as though it were the cock now firmly planted inside of her. Satisfied Obi-Wan began thrusting. It didn’t take long for her to come, moaning against the ice in her mouth. He’d already gotten her so worked up if he’d breathed on her right he could have gotten her off. Just as she felt herself about to reach to point of no return a second time, she found herself alone in a dark room.



Meleana blinked, trying to remember where she was. Oh, that’s right, she was sleeping. She lay in bed and sighed. With the way her heart was racing she’d never get back to sleep. She rolled out of bed and stumbled into the dimly lit hall, intent on taking a shower.

She froze when she saw Obi-Wan coming towards her in the narrow corridor. It was the middle of the night, what was he doing there?

“What are you doing up so late?” She asked noting his wet hair.

“Couldn’t sleep,” he hoped his nervousness didn’t show. “I was just heading to the kitchen.”

Meleana’s heart skipped a beat.

“What about you?”

“I was just going to take a shower.” A very cold shower, she thought to herself.

“A shower?” Obi-Wan wasn’t sure why he’d stuttered the words aloud. If he’d kept quiet she wouldn’t have known anything was wrong.

Meleana wanted to ask him to join her. Why had he questioned her anyway? What if he wanted to do naughty things to her in the kitchen instead? No, she thought, dreams had nothing to do with reality. He had, after all, broken up with her. She wanted him though, wanted to pin him to the wall in the hallway. She wondered how he’d react when he found out she’d let him beat her the last few times.

“Obi-Wan,” Meleana stopped having lost her nerve.

“What?”

“Think you could cook something for me?” It was the only excuse she could think of that didn’t involve him taking his pants off.

“Sure.”