Through Catana's Eyes

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CHAPTER 3 - We’re coming in too hot!
Overcome by the intensity of her body’s unexpected reaction to the spectacle she had just witnessed, Catana leaned back against the counter, and tried to regain some measure of composure. She would have sworn that she had physically experienced the primal reactions emanating from the two men. When her breathing had slowed, her eyes opened, only to be assailed by the vision of Anakin standing and ripping the tunic from his body to reveal his broad shoulders, heaving muscular chest and taut stomach all glistening in the reflected light of the fire. He was clearly not finished with his former Master. Catana was again captured by the spell of these Jedi, helpless to leave. She saw Anakin’s nostrils flare with each rapid, deep intake of air as he waited for Obi-Wan to answer his desire. Obi-Wan sat up and looking lovingly at the young man, gently removed Anakin’s trousers. Catana could not help but gasp as again her body reacted, this time to the vision of Anakin, gloriously revealed to his lover and to her. A deep moan escaped from Anakin bringing a broad smile to Obi-Wan’s face and Catana could see Obi-Wan wanted nothing more than to please his young lover. Catana felt caught by the energy flowing between the men, not able nor wanting to break free. Anakin pulled Obi-Wan up into an embrace, and shared his mouth with his mentor. This kiss, as Catana would remember it later, was a kiss of unbridled desire and lust as Anakin devoured Obi-Wan and the men urgently pressed the lengths of their bodies together. Catana saw Anakin making his unmet need clear as he ground his hips against Obi-Wan’s.

Catana thought that she had seen the perfect vision moments before; and though it had been, it was nothing compared to the assault on her senses that was about to come. It started when Obi-Wan let out a growl at the contact of Anakin's hips to his. The younger man was clearly desperate at this point; yet he waited for approval, not wanting to disrespect his former Master.

"Master?" Anakin barely whispered as he looked pleadingly into Obi-Wan's eyes. Catana realized that this was the first word said aloud since she happened upon the two men a short time ago; she thought it to be the most erotic word she could remember hearing. It was one word, a simple question, yet in its whisper it spoke volumes. Obi-Wan instinctively knew what the question held, what Anakin wanted...what he needed. Catana saw the older man nod slightly, a silent answer to his former Padawan's request. Anakin wasted no time in pushing Obi-Wan down onto the sofa and covering him with the full weight of his body.

Catana watched Anakin grasp Obi-Wan’s hair with his leather-clad hand insuring that his Master could not move. She was startled and strangely aroused by Anakin’s forcefulness though it was clear by the look in Obi-Wan’s eyes that he willingly surrendered to his powerful lover. She saw Anakin’s hips move slowly and rhythmically against his partner’s as he circled the finger of his other hand around Obi-Wan’s mouth. Obi-Wan teasingly licked the finger until Anakin allowed him to take it into his mouth and suck it gently, Anakin groaning with pleasure at this game. She watched as Anakin slowly withdrew his wet digit and moved it between Obi-Wan’s thighs. She could see Anakin’s hand move behind Obi-Wan’s aroused length and watched his finger disappear inside of him. Catana felt her eyes open in amazement and her breath come in short gasps at what she knew was to happen next. As Obi-Wan arched back and groaned at the welcome penetration, Anakin moved his body slightly away from Obi-Wan’s revealing his full arousal to Catana’s wide eyes. His hooded eyes darted back and forth between Obi-Wan’s as the young Jedi prepared his attack. Anakin moved his hand to his member, guiding it to Obi-Wan’s opening and the older man wrapped his legs around Anakin’s slender hips.

Catana knew that Anakin had already won his lover’s submission yet she saw him move slowly at first, begging his Master’s eyes for the assent to continue. She saw their intimate movements increase gradually in pace and with each inward thrust, Anakin moved further into his lover’s body until at last Anakin was deeply entrenched. Then, Anakin paused, his breathing ragged. He stared deeply into Obi-Wan’s eyes and the look Catana saw exchanged between the two was a look of utter devotion and passion. Anakin released his grip on Obi-Wan’s hair and pressed his open mouth against that of the man beneath him as he resumed his assault. Their mouths continued to consume each other even as the pace of their lovemaking increased and increase it did. Obi-Wan rose to meet Anakin’s every move and their intensity grew as did the heat in Catana’s belly and the throbbing between her thighs. She felt overwhelmed by this glorious evolving picture before her and moved her hand to where she could meet her own need as she drank in the vision’s finale. Anakin’s pace became frantic until with a desperate thrust, he threw his head back and let out a startling growl of release. As Anakin’s shuddering body continued its long, hard thrusts, Obi-Wan found his own release, as did Catana.

It was several moments before Catana was able to compose herself. She had no desire to, nor could she let the Jedi know of her presence yet was unsure how to quietly remove herself from the vicinity. She had been privy to something so private and intimate that she momentarily questioned her original assignment. Could she really continue on her path, having gained the knowledge she now possessed, she wondered. But what choice did she have at this time. She had always been focused and professional and realized that this new awareness must not cloud her goals. She would not and could not allow this brief moment of passion to sway her. She silently moved to the back door and quickly slipped outside. The cool night air washed any doubt from her mind and body and her perspective returned. Steeling herself, she reentered the kitchen shutting the door forcefully behind her to make her presence known.

Catana caught a glimpse of the Jedi. Their clothing had been hastily replaced but their hair was still wildly askew. She silently chuckled and thought of this additional information she now possessed, information which could prove to be of some future worth to her, even after Skywalker disappeared. How many others in the galaxy, she wondered, were privy to this knowledge. This had indeed been a gratifying night for Catana in more ways than one.
"Is there anything further you need, Masters Jedi," Catana shouted from the kitchen. She heard their movements in the next room.
"No, Catana. Master Kenobi and I will retire to our rooms now," Anakin said.

She saw Anakin’s hand brush lightly against Obi-Wan’s still flushed cheek and replied, "Very well. I shall bring in your tea in a few moments then."
"Thank you Catana," answered Obi-Wan.

She prepared the sleeping draughts which she would bring to their rooms, Kenobi’s an innocuous infusion, Skywalker’s one that would render him unconscious for enough time to whisk him away. She had the comset ready to call her accomplice when the deed was done.

The time had now come to put into play her months of planning and patience. It was always at this time in her work that she was totally focused, totally committed to her goal. This ability had made her one of the most sought-after Bounty Hunters in her sector. She had never failed at catching her game, and she knew she would not fail now regardless of the evenings distractions.

She waited an appropriate length of time, set the cups on the small flowered tray and then walked carefully down the hall to their rooms. She knocked on Kenobi’s door and was welcomed in.

"Master Kenobi, your tea, sir," Catana said quietly. After placing it on his bedside stand and wishing him a comfortable night, she backed out of the room. Now, to her real goal.

She entered Skywalker’s room to find him already in his bed, reading from a datapad.
"Thank you, Catana. You can just place it here," Skywalker pointed to the night stand.

"Sir, would you make sure it is not too strong for you? I did use the same recipe which you like so much from the Senator’s home, but it’s just that I’m not certain I got it quite right"

"Catana, I’m sure it will be fine." He blew softly across the top of the brew and then, realizing it was already of comfortable warmth, took a long drink. The draught was designed to work quickly and in small doses, so she knew the amount he had consumed would be more than enough to transport him to her ship. Catana’s satisfaction was palpable. Then, she felt a small brush, like a warm breeze grazing her face - no, not her face, her mind! That is not possible, Catana thought. No one can enter. But that breeze became an encompassing flame burning inside her head as he discovered her evening’s observations and her current plan. She had unlocked the door and he had slammed it open. Skywalker threw the bedcovers aside in an attempt to stand. His eyes tried to focus on her, but she could see unconsciousness enveloping him. The last words that came from his lips were a whisper of "Obi-Wan. Master." He slumped on the bed and was gone from her mind.

Catana was shaken. No one had ever touched her as he had, torn the cloak from her mind, brutally entered it, and left it beaten and burned. This man was dangerous. Fear, however, would not stop her. She still had a job to complete and complete it she would. She pulled the comset from under her robe, ready to key in the signal when the door crashed open. There stood Kenobi, lightsabre drawn, ready for combat, a combat for which she was not prepared. She had lost.

Catana suddenly knew she had misjudged these two, had misjudged their connection to the Force and to each other. The pieces fell sharply into place. All of the intimacy, the silent nods, the wordless stares and the knowing looks these two powerful Jedi had shared now made sense to her. Theirs was a bond that went beyond that of friends and lovers. Theirs was a bond the likes of which Catana had never known nor imagined. Skywalker had spoken to Kenobi; not through the whisper, but through the Force, through the very Force that had now defeated her.