Dozen

Seventh

Single-mindedly, Aala turned the water on and undressed quickly, desperate for a hot shower after a day and a half of space travel. Usually exceptionally alert and astute, her senses failed her here and she was suddenly faced with a terrifying reality.



Her shout of surprise was loud, but cut short, as her head caught up with her instincts.



“Why are you screaming?” Obi-Wan asked, a glint of mischief in his eyes as he dropped his hand from where it had covered her mouth.



“Why are you in my shower?” she retorted, flustered as her heart pounded in her chest.



“Because you’re in your shower.”



She rolled her eyes at him. “Why are you here?”



“I was in the building.” He answered simply. “And I don’t have anywhere to be for the rest of the afternoon.”



She stared at him for a moment, considering the opportunity now presented to her. “In or out?”



“Pardon?”



Aala bit back a grin, still cross with him for scaring her. But as it turned out, Obi-Wan, a bit of adrenaline and a lonely shower were quite the tempting combination.



“In or out?” she repeated herself. “You’re letting all the hot steam out of the shower.”

Biting her lip, she watched him as he clearly pondered the possibilities. “C’mon Kenobi,” she said, desire beginning to tint her voice, “are you going to make me beg?”



“Well, if you’re offering...” he quipped, but he was already starting to shed his clothes.



“I’m not. Besides, you owe me.”



“Owe you?”



“You’re only halfway...” she smiled at him, “you’ve got a long way to go.”



“Ah, that...” Completely naked now, he stepped into the shower and wrapped his arms around her waist, turning her so she could dip her head back into the hot spray of water. She obliged, tipping her head and letting the water soak through the blonde tresses. Raising her arms, she pulled her hair away from her face and the movement pushed her breasts into his smooth, hard chest.



Letting out a quiet rumble of approval, he lowered his mouth to her neck, his beard tickling her sensitive skin.



“Obi-Wan,” she sighed as he kissed her, and then added, almost indiscernibly, “I missed you.”



“Mmm.” Wasting no time, his hands slid down her waist, over the roundness of her hips and he cupped her bottom, pulling her eagerly into his body. She couldn’t help the hitch in her breath at the feeling of his hard length pressing insistently into her stomach.



As his kisses moved to her mouth, one hand began to move lower. His fingers slipped in between her legs and she moaned softly, gripping his biceps tightly as he stroked her.



The hot water pulsed against her shoulder blades, and the steam made it hard to get the necessary oxygen to her brain. His long hard body, the wet heat of the shower, his fingertips, his tongue... it was all too much – pleasure spiraled inside her, burning in her center and making her fingers ache against his skin.



Pulling on his shoulders, she turned them so he was in the water and she leaned back to look at him, her eyes running from his stormy blue eyes, down over the toned muscles of his shoulders and chest, to his taut stomach and the undeniable evidence of his desire. Overcome, she moved forward again and kissed his shoulder, licking drops of water off his skin.



And then one hand was in her hair, tilting her face up and the other arm was wrapped so tightly around her body and he was kissing her with more heated passion than she could remember him ever showing before.



“Obi-Wan,” she gasped, pleading. She needed him, now, but the logistics of the best way to do this were lost on her.

He must’ve sensed her thoughts, or felt her need, because he instantly pressed her up against the shower wall, gripped the back of her thighs and hoisted her up. Instinctively, her legs wrapped around his hips, and her arms clung around his neck, surprised by the sudden movement. “Don’t drop me,” she breathed.



A wide smile split his face and he looked at her like she was being utterly ridiculous. “I’m a Jedi.”



“Oh,” was all she could manage as his hips tilted towards her. The tip of his erection brushed enticingly against her and she cried out at the tingling pulse of desire that shot through her.



Murmuring unintelligibly, she pressed her mouth to his neck and rocked her hips against his again. The sharp jolt of pleasure was instantaneous and utterly exquisite. It was a heady sensation, being in his arms like this, and though she might sometimes wish it was a more common occurrence, the rarity of it made it feel amazingly new and perfect each time.



He brushed his hardness against her center, teasingly, one more time, and then he lifted her just enough and let her slide all the way down on top of him. Somehow, then, he stayed still, infinitely patient and in control, allowing her tight body time to adjust to his invasion.



Breathing hard, Aala leaned against the wall, and relaxed her muscles, marveling at the wonder of gravity. She’d never felt him like this before, this deep, this much a part of her.



Using his upper body to help pin her to the wall, and never losing his grip on her thighs, he circled his hips, his hard length expertly sliding across each and every pleasure point inside her.



Losing the rest of her composure, her head dropped heavily to his shoulder and his skin felt so good against her cheek, so warm, and she wasn’t sure if it was because of the hot water or if it was just him.



And he slid into her again, and again, never fully retreating, and then he pulled her closer, the movement urging her legs further apart and pressing her pelvis to his, and then suddenly and forcefully, her orgasm was crashing over her. Clinging desperately to Obi-Wan, she cried out, her entire body pulsing around him.



Dimly, she heard his low groan and recognized his own release moments later and then his movements slowed until he was standing still under the now cooling shower spray. She wondered idly how he was managing to stand and keep holding her up, because she didn’t even think she could lift her head from his shoulder at this point.



“The water’s cooling,” he finally murmured against her cheek.



“Mm,” was her only answer and he chuckled.



“Bedroom?” he asked softly, and she nodded her approval, contentedly looking forward to the afternoon in bed with Obi-Wan. Maybe this was rare, but he always made it well worth the wait.