Chocolate Dreams

“Well dear…you have put on two inches in your hips and your bust has grown three.” Master Sonj’ai cheerfully informs you as you glare at her willowy figure. You’ve known her since you were five and never once has she gained an ounce.

“How could I have put on weight?! I work out everyday!” You cry as you twist in front of the mirror, seeing imaginary tires floating about your midsection. Then narrowing your eyes when you see her giving you that ‘I know what you’ve been eating’ look.

“Ok ok…so maybe I have eaten a few more chocolate bars than necessary...” You confess as you drop your head.

“Staying up watching Ewan again no doubt?”

“Ah uh, you come over all the time and watch it with me. And you usually eat more chocolate than I do!” She just shrugs at your contempt.

“It’s not a bad thing for females to have a little body fat. Besides, it’s mostly just your body finishing filling out. Most women would die for your coke bottle figure.” She points out as she pokes your hip.

“Well….I suppose.” You twist around some more.

“Besides...I have the perfect design for you. It’s a bit risqué but completely gorgeous.” Master Sonj’ai wonders off into her office leaving the dressing room curtain open with you clad in only your skin. You emit a small ‘Eep!’ as a young male padawan walks right past you.

“And at any rate,” her voice drifts back to you as she walks back from her office.

“That’s what these Senate dinners are in a sense. All the pompous males parading their wives or mistresses or what ever flavor of the month it is around under the others noses in the most ‘scandalous but nobody can say anything because they are doing the same thing’ way. Any female who goes alone is battled over like she is ambrosia or something. And believe young padawan, I don’t think there is many who can hold a candle to you. So you’ll probably have to carry your lightsaber with you to scare them off.” She hands you a piece of paper with a design on it. Your brow raises and you chuckle at it.

“Wow…” You tilt the paper to one side.

“So….I’m supposed to wear this?” She nods up at you.

“And it would show off your awesome birthmark on you back.” You twist around and look your birthmark in the mirror. Just a darkened pattern of skin, what some would call a ‘tribal’ design. Master Sonj’ai nod, then smiles wickedly.

“I hear that Master Kenobi got back early from his mission. And that he’s to attend the dinner as well…I’m sure he would find this dress intriguing.” She trails off, looking at the ceiling. Your perk up when she mentions he going and glare at her.

“Jane’rai…” You growl her first name. You don’t use it that public obviously, and rarely in private. But when you do she knows you’re serious.

“Ok ok! I’ll tell you what I know. When he came in here to tell me that you’d be by he decided that he wanted a new formal tunic and pants.”

You nod, motioning with your hands to hurry her up.

“Well when I asked what for he replied ‘Well…it seems my young padawan will be attending alone. And since those guys are vultures for single females, I feel it is my duty to escort her around.’ Then he got the most evil smile I have ever seen on a face. ‘And apparently I look good in black to her too.’”

Your eyes bulge at the last line. You didn’t think he had heard that comment. Even then you didn’t expect him to remember something offhand like that since you made it like four years ago.

“Then the entire time he kept chuckling to himself and had that look in his eyes when you know he’s up to something.”

You glance at her as you quickly go over things in your mind.

“How long ago was he in here?”

Master Sonj’ai shrugged.

“He left about five minutes before you got here. He was here for about 20 minutes before that.”

Your eyes narrow as you realize who the culprit of your earlier trouble was. You whip around to look at her.

“When do you think you can have the dress done today?”

“Oh probably about two hours, give or take.”

“Good. Contact me the minute it’s done. I have some plans to make.” She nods as you quickly get dressed, muttering to yourself the whole time. Then you notice she’s staring at you with a smirk.

“What?”

“You really do love him…” You blush and avert your eyes. Master Sonj’ai walks up and envelopes you in a hug.

“He will be good for you. But you on the other hand…” She pulls back and gives you a mock stern look.

“You should take it easy on the ‘old man’. *smirk* I swear between Anakin and you I could see a gray hair on his head afternoon. And he’s barely 30.”

You burst into giggles at the thought of what he would say to being called an old man as she walks you to the door.

“Well…I don’t know what he’d say to being called an old man. But I do agree he would good for me. Better than any of the other asses I’ve been with. *rolls eyes* At least he doesn’t let those damn rumors affect him.”

You stare down at the carpet. After you broke up with your last boyfriend, he started telling people that you slept around. Even though the Council intervened because it got so bad, many of the padawans and a few Masters looked at you like you were a slut. The prick was pissed because he came from a family that believed that females were only good for broodmares; and he didn’t have any problem telling you that everyday. So you training with the Chosen One really pissed him off. You shake yourself back to the present and realize she’s staring at you again.

“Stop staring at me. And don’t get me the lecture of moving on again. Any how, I got to go. Must plan my revenge.”

You hear her laughter follow you out the door as march out of her shop when your communicator beeps. Popping in your ear and activating it, you hear the voice of your current enemy.

“Hello young padawan, have you been to Master Sonj’ai’s yet?”

“Yes Master. I just left.”

“Good. The dinner begins at 8 so we’ll need to leave around 7:15 to get there.”

“We?”

“Yes, I decided to come with you. You know, making sure you don’t do anything that would upset Master Yoda again.”

/Sheesh…throw a drink in someone’s face once and they never let you live it down./ “Of course Master. Whatever you think is wise.” You respond demurely, hoping that he can’t hear you calling him everything in the book under your breathe.

“You sound occupied with something….*long pause* did history class go well?” There is no trace of amusement in his tone but you can feel the smirk on his face.

/If you want to play…/ “No. Everything was fine. Nothing at all exciting or worth remembering.” You emphasize the last few words and swear you feel a snap of annoyance across your bond before he shields himself.

“I’m sure. Be at the docking bay by 7:15. Don’t be late.” Obi Wan replies tersely as he shuts off his communicator. You can’t help but smile to yourself as you walk down the hall. Glancing at your watch you see that you have little under six hours before you have to meet him.

/Ah…what a tangled web we weave….and one hopefully strong enough to keep Obi Wan from killing me later.../ You muse as you head off towards the padawans’ lobby, the one place Obi Wan refused to go. All the adoring females scare him.


End Part One

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“Oh my gods Jane’rai! You are truly a genius!” You exclaim twirling in front of the mirror a few hours later. The dress fits like a glove. Force fitted in a few places to give it that painted on touch. The color of dark blood, it covers your entire front. Sleeveless, the top was designed like a halter, the neck closing in a beaded clasp with a small jeweled chain that trails down your bare back. The back opening of the dress skimmed down your sides leaving your arms completely bare. The sides skimmed down to meet at the very lowest point of your back, the hem right over your tailbone; showing the birthmark nicely. The flowing skirt flares at mid thigh and still drags on the floor a bit even with your heels. A very fine design had been sewn over the entire dress like a tattoo. Holding your hair on top of your head, you twist and turn in front of the mirrors, getting glimpses of yourself at every angle.

Master Sonj’ai whistles at her work. Giving it a once over and nodding her head in satisfaction, she hold out her hand to help you off the dais. You’re deep into your thoughts of torturing Obi Wan as she starts to pin your hair up when she laughs aloud.

“Kenobi’s not going to know what hit him.”

“And just what makes you think that any of this is for him?” You cock an eyebrow at her.

“Oh nothing…just that you forgot to shield again...”

*Glare* “Damn you…” But you smile and blow her a kiss.

“Now help me get this cloak on before he gets here.” She holds the cloak up as you turn around and secure the ties in front. The heavy red cloth matches the dress and feels like silk against your skin. Both of your heads jerk towards the door as it slides open and Obi Wan walks in clad in the formal black tunics. His pants and boots matching (*bows to whomever came up with the term FM boots…they most certainly apply*). His hair is still wet from the shower. And you quiver at the thought of what he might do in the shower; luckily your cloak hides the small movement.

“Nice to see you on time padawan.” He smirks as he walks over to you. Master Sonj’ai backs away when she sees your eye twitch.

“I’ll leave you two alone,” she nods at you. “See you later.”

Obi Wan stalks closer to you and opens the cloak a bit. He nods his approval.

“Nice to see that you went with the conservative option.”

You can’t help but laugh at his observation.

“Yes…conservative….” /Boy, he’s in for a shock. / You muse to yourself as you gather the cloak around you and follow him to the docking bay.

20 minutes later you are well on the way to the Senate dinner, so you know the driver wouldn’t turn around. The conversation on the way has been normal. How the mission went, how Padme and Anakin were, how training had gone while he was gone. That boring stuff. Nothing about what happened last night, which by this point you are positive was not a dream. And of course nothing about what happened in class today. You feel your teeth clench at the restraint that’s keeping you from slapping him. You carefully keep your thoughts and feelings hidden, but when the car passes through shadows you allow yourself a little glare or two. There is silence for a few moments and Obi Wan fidgets a little. You turn away to stare at the passing city and then catch him staring at you from the corner of your eye.

/How long is he going to keep this up?! / You screech in your mind. Focusing on the passing buildings you know that he’s still staring at you. You turn to face him and catch only a glimpse of his eyes as he quickly turns away. His eyes blue, that lovely shade of blue that makes your knees weak. You growl inside your head and turn back to the window. A wave of relief hits you when you pull up in front of the Senate ballroom. You step out of the car and let Obi Wan take your arm and lead you inside. Once inside the gilded lobby you are surrounded by men with women hanging off their arms. These women are so weighed down with jewels, silks and furs you’re amazed that they can stand. A young steward offers to take your cloak as another takes Obi Wan’s outer robe. Obi turns and looks at you while you face him and remove the cloak; making a note that his eyes were that bright blue shade. You hear the man helping you audibly gulp and another give a low whistle as the cloak is drawn away from your body. Obi looks up at them confused.

“What are they talking about?” He asked puzzled. You can’t help but smile evilly as you slowly turn around and head towards the ball room. As you walk through the heavy blue velvet curtains, many of the men look you over as you walk by, you just smile and politely say hello. It takes a few moments before Obi Wan is running up beside you and grabs your arm. He pulls you into an alcove in the ballroom and Forces the velvet curtain shut.

“What in the hells are you wearing?!” He growls at you as he spins you around to stare at him. You manage to keep your balance when your heels snag on the thick carpeting. Glaring back at him and twisting your arm out of his grasp.

“What’s wrong with it? It’s a gorgeous dress and Master Sonj’ai thinks it’s perfect for me.” You look him directly in the eyes (now possible with four inch heels) and dare him to say something about her. Obi Wan growls as his looks you over. The shiver that runs down you back catches his attention so that he grabs your arm and pulls you against him.

“Those men at the doorway were practically undressing with their eyes! And you let them! Any males that see you are going to be pawing at you like a…” Obi Wan stopped and looked away. You glare up at him and balled up your fist, wanting so desperately to hit him.

“Like a what? A whore? A bitch in heat? And I thought that you didn’t believe those rumors. Why is it when a woman sleeps with whom she likes, she’s a slut. But a male, oh! He’s just considered to be man’s man. Am I not allowed to have men find me attractive? You and Anakin have half the women in the galaxy panting after you. And I know that Anakin’s had a few and I would be a complete dumb ass to believe that you haven’t gotten any. So excuse me if I feel the need to find a guy that finds me attractive. A guy who would only want me for sex because frankly, after all I’ve been through, that’s all I want at this point. I’m tired of waiting for something more. Now, I am going out there to mingle and do my part for Master Yoda. Stay here in this cubby hole of yours and leave me be.”

You turn around and purposely sashay you hips making ready to leave. Obi Wan’s hands wrap themselves around your arms and haul you back up against him. You let out a startled gasp when you feel his arms wrap around you to pin you in place. You can feel his body heat and his breathe against your bare skin.

“I’m sorry.” The low rumble in you ear has you shivering. Your eyes fly open when you feel his lips on your shoulder.

“I’m sorry. I am only trying to protect you but…I got carried away with it. I didn’t mean anything by my comment. I don’t believe that crap. I just don’t want you getting hurt again…I guess…” The scratchy-ness of his beard tickles your skin making you want to squirm but his low voice and hot breathe against your neck has you melting against your will. Obi Wan just holds you like that for a minute, and then you feel a slight amusement in your bond. You weaken a little but stay on edge.

“So…what’s that on your back?” Obi asks, bumping his chest into it to push you out a little.

/Huh?...Oh yeah…/ You’d forgotten that Obi Wan has never seen your birthmark. You try to twist around but his grip just tightens and the put a little Force holds on you.

“Didn’t you see that last night when you changed my shirt?”

He stopped moving and you feel he seem to shrink away from you. Obi Wan’s arms fall back and steps away from you. You turn and look at him expectantly.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about young padawan.” He says as he looks away from you, his voice full with denial. You feel a sudden snap of shame across your bond and realize that he was ashamed of what he did. You let the anger show in body, voice and mind. Stepping closer to him you jab at him.

“OK, enough is enough Master Kenobi! *jab* I know bloody damn well that last night was NOT *hard jab* a dream and that this afternoon in class that was YOU *hard jab*.” You hiss at him.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that. I lost some contr—”

You jab him hard enough to make him stop mid sentence.

“Don’t act like it didn’t bloody well happen Kenobi. And don’t act like it was only because you lost control. If you want to forget about it, because you’re a bloody damned coward and have a truly misguided sense of shame about all this; then tell me so that I can move on with my life instead of pining over you like I have since I was bloody 12! Which I am not anymore; I am a bloody 20 year old woman who can do want and who she wants! And you happen to be on the top of my list at the moment so get used to it!” You jab at him a last time and stalk back into the ball room. It takes a moment or two before he comes after you but you lose him in the crowd.

//Padawan! // He sends to you, demanding you stop.

//Screw off! // You send back then forcibly snap your shield close, effectively closing you bond off. You know you’ll probably get in trouble for telling him to screw off and for closing your link with him, but at the moment you didn’t give a damn. You can feel the tears in the back of your eyes but refuse to let them fall.

/He’s ashamed of me…/ You know that’s not what he said but you feel it anyway. Rejection has a way to warp a mind a little. Once you have weaved your way into the crowd you stop to release the breath you weren’t away that you were holding. You feel a hand on your arm and jump, thinking it was him.

“Sorry miss, didn’t mean to startle you. I just wondered if you would dance.” An older man asks as he holds out his hand to you. That’s when you notice the close mergence of men gathering around you.

“Yes miss; there are several that would like the pleasure of your company.” Another older gentleman drawls with a gleam in his eye. Others around him nod in agreement, some openly giving you the once-over. You look around a little bewildered. Then you notice the women around you giving you glares and whispering while pointing at you. Opening your shield a crack, you catch onto their thoughts. You mouth drops open at what they are saying about you. Then one of the older women comes forward to tug on the arm of the first gentleman.

“Senator Kasceto, wouldn’t you rather dance with a more...experienced partner?” She rubbed against him suggestively. You feel the compulsion to throw up when you catch on to her thoughts. Then looking at the men surrounding you; you catch onto their thoughts as well.

/Tasty morsel…/

/…young firm breasts…/

/...take her to bed…./

You can feel the bile rise in your throat. Remembering what Jane’rai said about single females at these places, you excuse yourself from the men and rush over to the bar.

“Got any Naboo whiskey?” You ask the bartender. /Kenobi was right…not that I’ll let him know./ He nods and grabs a bottle off the shelf with one of his many tentacles that wasn’t busy making other drinks.

“I’ll need to see some I.D. miss.” He responds before pouring a glass. You groan, knowing that even with your I.D. you’re not old enough to drink on Coruscant. Looking around to make sure no other Jedi were near by, you turn back to the bartender and catch his eye.

“You don’t need my I.D.” You wave your hand.

“I don’t need your I.D.”

“I’m old enough to drink.”

“You’re old enough to drink.” He nodded and poured you a glass. You bring it to your nose and breathe in the earthy aroma. Naboo whiskey is the finest in the galaxy. You had Jane’rai to blame for getting you hooked on it. Sipping a small amount you swirl it around and savor the burn as it slid down your throat.

/A few of these and I won’t have to worry about Obi Wan for awhile…/ You sip the rest of the glass, keeping a look out for your red headed foe. When you finished the glass you toss down a few Republic credits and head for the entrance hall. Retrieving your cloak you wave down a taxi and head back to the Temple.

/He can bloody well fly back for all I care…/ You can feel the tears pricking the back of your eyes, but hold them in. When you reach the Temple you toss more credits at the droid driver and run inside. You don’t stop running until you reach your room. Once inside you lock the door and lean back against it. This time you let the tears trail down your cheeks as you remove the cloak and undo the clasp on the dress. Releasing the Force control on the dress it falls to a puddle of red around your feet. Kicking your shoes off, you walk into your bathroom and head straight for the shower. Turning it up to the hottest it can go, you brace yourself against the wall as steaming water beats down on you. Your control finally breaks and the tears run full. Sobbing you leans against the back wall and sink down to the floor.

/He doesn’t want me like that! Why can’t I accept it! He’s ashamed of feeling like that! /

But then another part of your brain pipes in.

/But then why did he do that?!/

You curl up and rest your head against the still cool tile.

“Why do I love him…” You close your eyes and wish you could rewind the past 24 hours, taking back everything that you said and did.

“Why would you want to do that?” Obi Wan’s voice rolls over you. You jump a little, but then curl up tighter, closing your eyes to that he wouldn’t see them red from crying.

“Go away Master.”

“No.” Obi Wan responds quietly then walks into the shower and grabs you up in his arms. You start to fight but he Force restrains you. Trailing water all over your carpet he sits on the edge of your bed with you huddled in his arms. Obi releases the hold on you and wraps his arms around you tight, resting his chin on top of your head.

“I’m sorry.”

You look up startled. The great General saying he’s sorry for the third time tonight?! This must go in the record books.

“Oh don’t give me that shocked look. I do admit when I’m wrong or I’ve done something incredibly stupid. As I have done tonight.” His fingers slide under chin in a reminder of earlier events, and tilt your head up to meet his gaze. His eyes now a light blue and filled with concern and sadness.

“I am sorry that I denied what I did. I’m not sure entirely why I did it. I just know that I’ve wanted to do it for a while now.” Obi Wan glances down then looks away from you for a moment. You get a glimpse of flush on his neck. Then it hits you that you are naked in his lap. The sense of déjà vu makes your eyes cross. Catching the last of your thought he chuckles.

“Yes. It would seem that you have a habit of ending up on my lap wet and naked.”

“Hey! Both times has been your fault! And I did have a shirt and underwear on last night!”

“You call that string of fabric underwear?” He looks back at you, his eyes darken at the memory. You can feel yourself flush.

“Yes. It is considered underwear...or at least it was by all my ex-boyfrie-EEEPP!” You let loose a squeak as Obi flips you onto your back and leans over you.

“I don’t care what any of your boyfriends thought...and there will be no more to think upon it.” He growls out. You feel a shiver run down you spine at the possessive tone he has.

“Well you can’t just expect me to completely forget about them. They do have some credence in my life.”

Obi Wan glances away. Then looks back down at you with a mischievous gleam.

“Were any of them good kissers?”

“Yes actually, all of th—”

You get cut off as his lips press down on your, his tongue sneaking out and tracing your lower lip. He pulls away after a few moments and looks down on you amused.

“Were any of them good kissers?” It takes you a moment to respond.

“I said yes. Didn’t you hear m—”

Once again you are cut off, this time he just grazes his lips against your, then pushes down roughly. You gasp and he takes the opening. Slipping his tongue inside and plays with yours as your eyes close. The velvet roughness sliding against your tongue leaves you brainless. He pulls back and starts lightly rubbing his lips against yours again.

“So…were any of them good kissers?” Obi Wan asks softly, smiling. Your breathing now harsh and un-rhythmic. You open you eyes and stare up at him. His have gone black now, and you can feel something hard nudging your thigh. And you know that it’s not his lightsaber. You give him a smile that makes his breath catch.

“No...no they weren’t…Do you really want this? Or will you have tonight then ignore me tomorrow saying it was a mistake?”

“Yes I want this. I would think it to be obvious *presses thigh against you* It only took me 11 years to realize it. And no, I won’t ignore you tomorrow. Besides, I think you are entirely to stubborn to let me.” He moves a piece of hair off your forehead.

“I realized when you first started getting these,” He slowly traced the outline of your breasts and hips.
“That I was in for trouble. I just always thought of you as a little girl, not wanting to realize that you have grown up. *smirk* But as of last night, it is impossible to say that anymore.” Obi Wan smiles down at you. You can only help but smile back.

“Yeap…completely.”

End Part Two
End Chapter Two