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 15

With her task near enough done all Arsha had to do now was wait for an opportune moment when she could slip away. Her body registered an increase in warmth as somebody slipped into the seat next to her on the bench. Arsha glanced across and quickly withdrew her gaze from the Jedi with a wordless curse. Her gaze latched onto her knees and focused on them with deadly concentration. “You honestly believe that I didn’t recognise you? How could I ever forget you,” the Jedi besides her all but snarled, “That little speeder trip, all the time you were asleep I was watching you. Trying to remember why your face was so familiar. Then it clicked. The little…” He drifted off as Obi-Wan approached with a fond smile.

“Raudo.” Obi-Wan stated as he neared. The Jedi glanced up and nodded curtly, he glanced across at Arsha.

“It has been an honour to see you again Arsha.” Raudo rose smoothly, bowing to Obi-Wan before striding away. Arsha released a sigh she hadn’t realised she had been holding and glanced up at Obi-Wan. He offered a hand and dragged her to her feet.

“You look as if you’ve seen a ghost.” He quipped with an amused grin. Arsha laughed faintly and they walked out of the arena, Raudo’s eyes religiously following her back.

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“Arsha?” Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow as she locked the door.

“So no one intrudes.” Arsha proclaimed quietly with a faint smile, her back pressed against the door to ensure that it really was closed.

“I saw you talking with Anakin…” Obi-Wan tried to turn her attention away from the door but there was no distracting her. Slowly she snapped free of it and studied him with a growing smile.

“Forget about him. This is about you… and me.” Her fingers snapped the belt away from his waist sharply a slight quirk of her lips at his sharp intake of breath.

“Arsha...” He whispered, attempting to finish his sentence but to no avail having already forgotten the contents. The various layers of his uniform falling like leaves from his frame. “You don’t need to do this.” His voice broke slightly at the restraint he was enforcing on himself.

“Oh but I do. See, sometimes the future changes in unpredictable ways. Which means that we should really take any opportunity we can get, forget about the possible consequences and outcomes. Who knows what tomorrow will bring.” Arsha replied in a mysterious tone her fingers finally working on the last layer. Obi-Wan still a passive participant, letting her words and actions wash over him and purely revelling in them for the sake of revelling.

“Arsha, you really…” Obi-Wan almost whimpered the words out. The damn woman was really pushing the limits, Jedi or not some things just could not be offered and then withdrawn.

“Have to do this.” Arsha finished for him finally pushing away the last layer. His pale skin bared to the glittering light of the dying day and the soft outline of smooth muscles adding definition. Obi-Wan’s eyes met hers; she tilted her chin cockily and began to tug her shirt over her head. Warm hands trailed along her arms in an assisting manner, Obi-Wan tossed the shirt to one side. She skipped out of the loose fitting pants and tossed them in the same direction as the shirt. “See, not that scary.” She whispered with an amused smirk.

Obi-Wan grasped her hand and dragged her towards the bed, both of them collapsing onto it. He gazed down at the slight female, her skin paler than his but with an almost golden sheen from the suns of her home-world. She was watching him quietly as he studied the slight frame. He gathered that she was going to allow him some time to properly admire that body that had been so freely and willingly given before. Nothing marred flawless skin until his fingers, stroking respectfully down her side came across a slight ripple on her right thigh.

A small scar caused by some kind of burn rested there, barely visible but present. He smiled slightly and wriggled down to lay a kiss against it, slowly trailing up to butterfly them across the smooth expanse of stomach. The taunt specialised muscles jumping under the tender touch. Her fingers ran through his hair lightly as the Jedi eased himself back up the bed to lie alongside her once more.

Arsha wriggled onto her belly and pushed him onto his back, quickly straddling his waist to stop him from moving. Her hands grasping his wrists and pinning them above his head without pause. Realising she wasn’t going to be able to hold them there with the Force she glanced about the room for something but nothing came to hand and she quickly dropped the idea. Trailing her hands lightly down his arms encouraging him to take what he wanted rather than wait for an invitation by wriggling her hips and nipping at his bottom lip. He seemed to pick up on the message, his hands brushing over her chest and down to her waist. His lips finally locked with hers declaring his need in a way words could not have and far more demanding than previously.

Arsha smirked mentally, so the docile thing had a bit of fire in his system after all. She wriggled lower, deliberately skirting around his now erect member. Touching everywhere but that one core of desire, she was determined to make him lose control. With no warning she engulfed him in her mouth. He choked out a cry and arched slightly at the sudden white streaks of fire rushing through his veins. She wasn’t about to tell him that part of that fire was her manipulating the Force on a biological level.

He gasped and moaned not daring to look at her as she tortured him with her tongue. Suddenly stopping and sitting next to him, fighting to stay still she gazed about the room.
“You know this room could really do with a touch of colour.” Obi-Wan stared at her incredulously.

“What!” he practically shouted, his eyes wide with disbelief. Arsha remained looking straight ahead hiding a smirk. She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye; he caught the look and pushed her over instantly. Swiftly crushing her beneath his heavier frame with a grin as she laughed. The laughter died quickly replaced with a look of lust from both. Arsha wrapping her legs about his hips as he entered her. Simultaneous ripples of pleasure cruising down their spines, a mental connection crafted carefully in time with the physical.

Arsha gently grazed her nails down his back, eliciting a slight hiss from the man. His hips rocked into hers in a painfully exquisite pace as he nipped at the pulse in her throat. She swore she was going to scream if he didn’t pick up the pace and relieve some of the building pressure. It was agonising and heavenly at the same time and she damned all Jedi for their infinite patience and control. At the back of her pleasure addled mind a lesson recurred to her and she put it into practice. Tightening every muscle in her lower half instantly, she watched in satisfaction as Obi-Wan cried out and stared at her accusingly as his well maintained control began to disintegrate.

Sweat and pleasure ridden bodies rocked together in a primal rhythm of their own making, seeking only one outcome. Arsha was lost to the pleasurable waves first once more, clinging to Obi-Wan as her body convulsed in lightning fast, searing pleasure. Wrenching Obi-Wan’s own orgasm from his body as patience and control fell short of desire in an echo of their first.

Slowly, as the world stopped spinning Arsha released the Jedi from the deadly grip of her legs and he collapsed alongside her. His chest heaving and eyes closed, a small smile decorating his face. So primal was more exciting occasionally than patience and dedication he could learn to live with that.