Slave to Love

TITLE: Slave to Love, 3/7
AUTHOR: Ginny Powell
SUMMARY: A few weeks after Ep1, Obi and Anakin are visited
by strange dreams.
TYPE: Romance, het smut, with a mystery plot
RATING: NC-17, from page 1 (I am so proud of myself ;-)
PAIRING: Obi/OFC

WARNINGS: Explicit sex. Wait a minute, that’s not a
warning, that’s an incentive!

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own them, but I’m sure George Lucas’
Mommy taught him to share his toys, especially the pret one ones. No Jedi were harmed in the writing of this fic; in
fact, several had a very good time.

CRITIQUE: I’m always interested in improving, so if you
spot something stupid, tell me. Or if you really like a
certain line, tell me. On or off list is fine.
wmginnypowell@yahoo.com


“I’ve been haunted in my sleep,
You’ve been starring in my dreams”
– Miss You, the Rolling Stones


“I keep my visions to myself”
– Dreams, Fleetwood Mac

Part III – Third Sending

He was standing in the great room of Juckolda’s house once
again. He could feel the evil approaching from the door in
front and to his left. He raised his light saber, it’s
blue blade buzzing to life. Then he took a deep breath,
figuratively speaking, and reminded himself that he was not
prisoner to this dream, that he could change it. He would
not kill Juckolda.

The man lunged through the door, swinging his sword. But
Obi-Wan was ready. Standing to the side, he swiped his
foot across Juckolda’s path, tripping him while his sword
was held high. The big man fell, but rolled with it,
coming quickly into a crouch and preparing to spring.

But before he could, Obi-Wan’s blade was against his neck.
“Yield. I do not wish to hurt you.” Just then, they both
felt Sekina enter the room, but neither turned to look at
her.

“You can’t have her, Jedi,” the man hissed. “She is mine
forever!” And knocking away the laser beam, which left a
smoking trail along his arm, Juckolda jumped toward his
attacker. Obi-Wan could feel the Dark Force flowing
through hisonenonent, helping him to nearly fly through the
air.

“Don’t kill him, Juckolda, not like the others, please!”
The woman stepped towards them.

The big man looked her way for just a moment. Taking
advantage, the Jedi ducked and rolled under the spring,
coming easily to his feet. Juckolda, finding his target
gone, landed and stumbled. Obi-Wan stepped in and, before
Juckolda could fully turn around, slashed at his sword arm.

The Wookie-like human roared, more with anger than pain,
and whipped around to swing his blade once more at the
Knight, his injuries hardly seeming to hinder him.

This is taking too long, Obi-Wan thought to himself as he
easily parried the unschooled thrusts. The explosion could
already be set. Then he spied a statue on a high shelf.
With a flick of Force, the Jedi brought it crashing down on
his opponent’s head. Juckolda fell senseless to the floor.

Obi-Wan rushed to him, feeling for a pulse, a breath, any
sign of life. It was weak, but there. He turned to the
woman, who remained in her corner of the room, breathing
heavily with fright.

Which was quite attractive, as she was wearing only those
three scraps of cloth…

Shaking his head to help himself focus, Obi-Wan stood. “He
is not dead.”

“Good,” the woman replied, looking relieved. She glanced
at the still body with what Obi-Wan took to be pity, then
turned back to the Jedi.

“Come here,” he ordered. Then when she didn’t move, added,
“We have to deactivate your transmitter.”

“Oh, yes.” She smiled, as though remembering something
funny, and hurried over, while Obi-Wan found the device on
Juckolda’s belt and lifted one limp hand to it. When he
looked up, she was standing very near, her back to him,
already bent over. He startled, aware for the first time
in this scenario of that familiar energy which seemed to
pull him to her like a magnet. Ignoring his physical
reaction with difficulty, he raised the device and
Juckolda’s hand and immediately heard the disarming beep.

“Now let’s go,” Obi-Wan urged as he set down the
unconscious man’s hand. Then he stopped, reminding himself
of his goal. “Wait. Where in this house might Juckolda
keep a lot of explosive material?”

“I don’t know. There is much of the house I’m not allowed
to enter.”

Obi-Wan hesitated a moment. He wasn’t sure if an explosion
is drs dream could actually hurt him, but as real as
everything else seemed, he thought it best not to find out.
He regretted that it would make his attempt notkillkill
Juckolda moot, but as the explosion was of the man’s own
doing he found it difficult to regret it too much. “Let’s
get out of here.” This time he led her to the hangar,
hand-in-hand. Without a word they performed their roles,
he examining the skimmer, she opening the door, and within
moments they were on their way. They didn’t even turn back
when the explosion shook them.

They reached the oasis as expected and dismounted.

“Thank you for trying to spare him,” Sekina said as they
stepped into the shade of the rock. “He was evil, but…”

“All life is sacred,” Obi-Wan finished for her, glad that
she understood that simple but difficult idea. “So the
Jedi teach. For the Force is in us all.”

“The ‘Force?’ What is that?”

How could she not know? he wondered, gazing down at her
questioning eyes. She who is so strong with it. But then,
if she was a slave, she must have been born outside
Republic jurisdiction, and who knew how long she had been
imprisoned here by Juckolda.

“The Force is the power that binds all things, flows
through all things, is all life. The energy which
surrounds you is one manifestation of it, and a strong one.
Juckolda, too, used the Force, but his strength came from
the Dark Side. That is why you knew he was evil.”

“Yes, I knew from the moment I saw him, that day he bought
me…”

“And how long ago was that?” Obi-Wan asked, both to free
her from the obviously unpleasant memory and to answer a
question he had.

“I lose track,” she answered with a shrug. A shrug that
made heeasteasts bounce just so. “Perhaps two solar cycles
of this planet.”

“And what planet is this?”

“B’nari. I think I heard Juckolda call it that, yes.”

“Soon you will be off B’nari, and on to any other world you
desire, free from Juckolda’s evil grasp.”

“Thanks to you. My hero, you have delivered me. Come and
claim your prize.”

Not this again. Again she was against him, her face turned
up for a kiss.

“Sekina, you don’t have to do this, you don’t have to thank
me by offering yourself.” Ta her her by the shoulders, he
gently pushed her away. “Light triumphing over Dark,
justice being done, that is all the thanks I require.”

She looked at him for a long moment, as though she was
considering his words. But then she said “The transport
will be here soon,” and he knew she did not understand.

“No, listen. You don’t have to play out this script we
keep going through. You don’t have to do what others tell
you to do, you’re not a slave anymore.”

“But I’m not doing what others want me to do. I’m doing
what I want to do. And I want you.” He sighed with
exasperation, and she took his face in her hands. “Obi-
Wan, my darling. We have been here before, done this
before. And we will be here again. Can’t you see? We are
meant to be here, to do this. It is inevitable, it is
written in the stars.” She could tell by the look on his
face that he was wavering, so she went on. “This Force you
speak ofu sau say it flows through me. Perhaps it intends
for us to be together. Can’t you feel it pulling on you,
urging us to merge? Would you fight your own Force?”

Her words were persuasive, but even more so was the energy
that suddenly seemed to be growing even stronger, to be
physically wrapped around them. He felt his arms drawing
about her waist as though pulled by unseen hands. He
couldn’t have pulled away from her then if he tried. But
he did not try. He surrendered.

As he did, he sensed once again that his own energy was
pouring out to join hers, as though he’d opened a valve he
hadn’t known he had. The blanket around them grew ever
brighter and thicker. And they were once again
inexplicably nude and falling to the ground.

She pushed him onto his back, and he thought she would
straddle him, wanted her to and yet wanted more. Instead
she knelt beside hieaneeaned over, and began to kiss him as
he had her the last time. She explored his neck, his
chest, his arms, running her fingers along the curve of
each bulging muscle, following them with her mouth. With
each kiss or touch, warmth seemed to flow into his skin.
Sometimes an arc of golden light jumped across the gap as
she pulled away, leaving behind a delicious tingling
sensation.

As she drew ever closer to his groin, Obi-Wan ached with
longing for her to touch his insistently erect cock. But
he would not for all the galaxy have had her stop what she
was doing, and so he lay there, twitching and moaning, as
she continued her ministrations across his belly, around
his groin, and down his legs.

Then he felt warm breath on his shaft, and strained to lift
his head, to see her. Energy jumped back and forth from
the head of his cock to her tongue as it emerged from her
mouth to slowly, delicately, lick the bead of moisture at
the tip. Then her lips were closing over him and like a
shock the sensation jolted up his spine, his head dropping
back to the grass, and he knew he was about to come. No,
we have to come together, a voice said in his head, like we
always have. And he heard himself gasping, “Please,
Sekina, take me inside you. Now.”

She climbed onto him and began to lower herself slowly. So
slowly that Obi-Wan thought he would scream with
frustration. But he watched the sparks gathering in the
mist and did not begrudge her her pleasure. By the time
she had finally engulfed him all, her sitting bones landing
solidly on his thighs, and began to rock against him, he
knew he had only a matter of seconds. Sliding a hand
between their bodies, he pressed a thumb gently but firmly
against her clitoris. The sparks grew bigger, brighter,
and he felt himself releasnd hnd her with him, as the flash
blinded him once more…

…and he looked around his room with no surprise, rolled
onto his side, and fell instantly back to sleep.

He woke to pounding on the door.

“Master?” Anakin was saying, between knocks.

“I’m up, I’m up,” Obi-Wan mumbled, rubbing the sleep from
his eyes. As he swung his legs over the side of the
mattress, they brushed across a cold, wet spot on the
blanket. Ugh. I really shouldn’t sleep in the nude if I’m
going to keep dreaming like this, he thought as he stripped
the bed. When he emerged from his room in breeches and an
under-tunic, Anakin smiled mischievously at him.

“I thought you wanted to get an early start.”

“Sorry I slept late,” Obi-Wan mumbled, feeling like a
padawan again. “But we’ve no time table but our own; no
harm done,” he added more confidently. “And you, how did
you sleep, Padawan?”

“Not much,” Anakin answered, chagrin mixed with pride on
his face. “I stayed up kind of late.”

“As I said, no harm done,” Obi-Wan favored him with a proud
smile. “What have you to show me, then?”

As they munched on breakfast, Anakin explained the relevant
points of the mission.

“There are three main areas we need to test: 1) Hyperspace
abilities – speed, range, etc. 2) Maneuverability, in both
atmosphere and space. 3) Weapons systems – power,
usability, targeting, etc. Now the hyperspace engine is
limited by fuel capacity, so we can only make short hops…”

Obi-Wan seemed to listen as Anakin continued to describe
the limiting factors on their choice of planet. But he
wasn’t really hearing the words – he knew all this stuff,
after all. Instead he was noticing how Anakin held
himself with good posture, how he made eye contact as he
spoke, how he used the readers he had brought to the table
as visual aids. He has the makings of a leader, Obi-Wan
realized. Much more than I ever did or will. The young
Knight could hear Qui-Gon in the back of his head saying
“For his pupil to surpass him, that is the greatest honor a
teacher may have.” I was never able to give Qui-Gon that
honor, Obi-Wan thought guiltily. But surely Anakin shall
give it to me. I ought to be satisfied with that.

“So I’ve narrowed it down to two choices,” Anakin was
saying. Obi-Wan, suddenly aware that something might be
required of him, returned his focus to the conversation.
“This one is Pal Tek IV,” the Padawan pointed to a stellar
chart, “and this one is B’nari. B’nari is a little farther
away, but completely uninhabited, while Pal Tek…”

Anakin kept talking, but his Master was no longer
listening. B’nari is a real place, he thinthinking, once
the shock wore off. But Anakin says it’s uninhabited.
What better place for a madman to set up his hideout? No,
it can’t be, they can’t be real, be there. I must have
heard the name somewhere before, and my mind simply used
it, randomly. Or maybe… What could it hurt to find out?

“B’nari,” Obi-Wan said, as soon as the splinter of
attention he spared for Anakin’s presentation registered
that the boy had paused. “Good work, Anakin,” he
continued, putting a hand on his Padawan’s shoulder and
atteng ang a smile. “Either of these planets would make a
good choice for our tests. I choose B’nari.” He started
to rise, to get away somewhere where he could think on
this.

“Why?” Anakin’s voice stopped him.

“I just…have a feeling about it.” Obi-Wan looked back at
the boy, noted that he was clean and dressed. “We’ll leave
right after I shower.” And he hurried to his room.

Anakin watched his Master go with a medley of feelings
rippling through him. He’s acting weird today, the little
padawan thought to himself. He hardly even looked at all
the graphs I made. But he day iay it was good work. Happy
for the praise, filled with expectations about flying the
Vigor, Anakin was mostly excited about the trip. It would
almost be like his first mission, he realized happily. But
at the back of his mind, he wondered: Would spending days
alone with just his Master be what they needed to get to
know each other better? Or the most excruciatingly boring
few days of his life?

------

“It’s a real beauty!” Anakin said, his v fil filled with
awe. He was sitting in the pilot chair of the Vigor,
examining with his fingers the controls that he had
heretofore seen only on a simulation screen, as they
awaited clearance for departure.

“Yes it is, and you should know,” Obi-Wan replied from the
co-pilot seat. He was managing, just barely, to keep his
own hands off the controls, letting Anakin be in charge.
“Now remember, nothing fancy. No buzzing the Central Spire
on our way out. Just up and out of the atmosphere, where
we can start testing the hyperspace drive. The fancy stuff
can wait till we get to B’nari.”

“Yes, Master.” Anakin was beaming with anticipation. Even
just flying in a straight line would be a joy in this ship.
Obi-Wan, watching him, shared in his happiness. But there
was a guardedness about the Master’s expression as he
peered out the front portal, squinting as though he could
see tuturuture if he just looked hard enough.

Anakin leaned up to the communications grille, held down a
button. “Control, this is the Vigor. Requesting
permission to take off.”

“Captain Skywalker, this is Control. You’re cleared for
take-off on runway two four nine. Acknowledge,” came the
disembodied voice from the communications grille on the
dashboard. If it were possible, Anakin’s smile broadened.
Obi-Wan wondered who had bribed whom to get the controller
to address Anakin that way.

“Control, this is the Vigor. Acknowledged. Taxiing now.”

“Clear.”

And Anakin, with a light touch on the Vigor’s controls,
moved them down the runway. Pulling up gently, and with a
minimum of gravimetric forces, Obi-Wan noted with
admiration, the Vigor accelerated towards space. Though
the Vigor was capable of vertical take-off and landing, a
running start saved precious fuel. For a moment Obi-Wan
wished he could watch the ship taking off from the ground,
but then at this rate they would already be invisible, even
to the Council at the top of the North Spire, if they were
to look out the window right now. No, heldn’ldn’t trade
his seat for anything.

Outside the viewport, the view faded from the light blue of
sky to the dark vista of space, dotted with uncountable
stars. Seen from outside an atmosphere, they lost the
mystery of twinkling, but gained more vibrant colors. Both
men stared silently for a long moment as they broke out of
Coruscant’s gravity and swung around to see the world for
the unsupported ball it was. For Anakin, it was still a
new and wondrous sight. For Obi-Wan, it was a familiar
sight, but one which never failed to remind him of the
fragility and wonder of all life.

The moment of awe passed.

“Shall I set course for the Penta system, Master?” Anakin
asked eagerly.

“Synchronize timing devices first, remember.”

“Check.”

“Engage when ready, then, Captain.”

Anakin smiled – that seemed to be his only available
expression today – and launched the Vigor into hyperspace.

One of the aspects of their testing would involve timing
the hyperdrive over known distances for comparison, so they
would be making their way to B’nari in a somewhat
roundabout fashion. They planned to return in one long
jump, tes testing the Vigor’s stamina. For now, there was
nothing to do but watch the stars streaming by until their
next jump.

“Estimated time to Penta: 2.3 hours,” Anakin announced. As
he visually scanned several controls for anomalous
readings, assuring himself that the drive was operating as
expected, the boy covered him mouth with a hand, stifling a
yawn.

“Why don’t you go back and have a rest,” Obi-Wan suggested,
seeing how sleepy his Padawan really was. He gestured
toward the back of the craft, where the single sleeping
bunk was. The Vigor was a small ship, containing only the
most essential requirements.

“No, I’m fine, rea-” Another yawn interrupted Anakin’s
protest. He must have stayed up very late indeed.

“A sleepy Captain is a dangerous Captain,” Obi-Wan replied.
“There is no need for you to sit here and stare at the
numbers; I can do that.” As Anakin continued to stare at
him defiantly, he added, “I promise to call you if anything
happens.”

“You’ll wake me when we reach Penta?”

“I promise.” So you can enter a few numbers and punch
hyperdrive again, Obi-Wan chuckled to himself.

Thus mollified, Anakin headed back to the personal area.
As soon as the boy had disappeared through the door, Obi-
Wan began to run his hands lovingly over the blinking
panels of the Vigor’s dash.

------

“Updated estimated time to arrival at B’nari: 3 minutes,”
Anakin announced.

Just a few minutes more, Obi-Wan thought, excitement and
dread mixing unsteadily within him. During the hours that
they had hopped from system to system, he had spent a lot
of time pondering his dreams and what he hoped and feared
to find on the planet they were fast approaching. As the
Vigor’s hyperdrive engine had proven to be amazingly fast,
cutting nearly in half their expected arrival times, he had
come to the conclusion that thinking about it could not
answer any of his questions. Only going there could do
that, and they were doing that at such eed eed that he
could certainly stand the not knowing just a little longer.
And just a little longer was all he had now.

“Welcome to beautiful B’nari,” Anakin said, his voice
dripping sarcasm, as they slowed into normal space to find
the planet floating barrenly before them. “It looks like
Tatooine, only more…boring.”

Obi-Wan had to agree, eyeing the slowly spinning rock
beneath them. No oceans, no greenery, no mountains, just a
dull expanse of gray from pole to pole. Surely it really
is uninhabited, Obi-Wan told himself.

“Take us into orbit,” the Master said to the apprentice.
“I want a full sensor sweep of the surface. We have to
make sure our information about this place is still
correct.”

“On it,” Anakin answered. “Nothing in the northern
hemisphere,” he announced almost immediately. He must have
been already sweeping when I gave the order, Obi-Wan
realized, proudly. “The southern hemisphere shows a few
pockets of plant life, but no sign of anything that moves,
much less sentience.”

“Good,” Obi-Wan replied, keeping the relief – and
disappointment – out of his voice. “Take us in for a
closer look.”

Anakin eagerly complied, diving out of orbit and rushing to
the surface so fast that Obi-Wan had a fleeting moment of
terror, certain that they would be buried in the surface at
any moment. But it passed as Anakin expertly pulled up the
Vigor’s nose at the last moment, bringing them down to no
more than twenty meters, and changed course to skim the
desolate surface smoothly.

It does look like the planet in my dreams, Obi-Wan thought
as he watched the nearly featureless ground slide by. But
then, so do probably a hundred other planets in the galaxy,
he reasoned.

He turned to Anakin. “Prepare to begin- Wait a moment.”
Outside, something had appeared on the horizon, something
much bigger than all the rocks they had just whizzed by. A
house. Juckolda’s house, Obi-Wan recognized with a jolt.

“It’s real,” he whispered, leaning towards the viewport.

“Master?”

“That’s a house,” Obi-Wan said louder.

“Aw, does that mean we have to cancel the tests?”

“Not necessarily. We are still within Republic
jurisdiction?”

“Sort of. No one has ever really claimed B’nari; who would
want to? But it is just within one of the treaty zones.”

They were passing over the house then. As they passed,
Obi-Wan saw the hangar doors, and the front entrance which
must lead to the great room. I’m well within my rights to
contact the owner of the house and request identification,
he was thinking, when a nearby explosion rocked the Vigor.

“They’re firing at us!” Anakin exclaimed, outraged.

“Take us out of range.”

“We already are, si
“
“Well,” Obi-Wan began as Anakin turned the ship to circle
the hostile building, “I’d say that constitutes a hazard to
free conduct, wouldn’t you, Padawan?”

“Definitely, Master. Are we gonna teach them a lesson?”
Anakin looked a little too eager to do just that.

“Only if they force us to.” Leaning forward, Obi-Wan
punched a few buttons, spoke into the communications
grille. “This is Obi-Wan Kenobi, of the Galactic Republic.
We come without hostile intent. Stand down your weapons
and identify yourself,” he said, falling back on protocol.

The only response was another volley of laser fire, which
fell well short of the mark.

“Take us back in,” Obi-Wan said with the sudden clarity of
decision. “We will target only weapons systems. I’ll take
tactical.”

Anakin pulled the Vigor around and headed back over the
house, Obi-Wan calling out course corrections as he scanned
for and found each roof-med ted turret. They were heavily
shielded, as was the house, which explained why their
sensors hadn’t detected it on the first sweep. As the
younger Jedi dodged laser cannon fire, the elder sought out
the shield generator and, with a volley of well-placed
shots, the shimmering bubble rippled and disappeared. Then
it was just a matter of following up each hostile shot with
one of their own, their blue spheres retracing the path of
each red beam to its origins, taking out each installation
in its turn. Finally the house was silent, as the Vigor
performed one more circuit.

“Well, I think we can report that the weapons systems are
adequate,” Obi-Wan quipped. Anakin giggled. The Jedi
Knight leaned once more up to the communications grille.
“This is Obi-Wan Kenobi, of the Galactic Republic. I
repeat, we come without hostile intent. Please identify
yourself.”

This time the viewscreen flickered and a man’s face
appeared. A very ugly, angry man. Juckolda. “You’ll not
get her! I’ll kill her first!” he roared.

Obi-Wan stared. So did Anakin, his eyes growing wide.

“That’s him!” the younger Jedi shrieked. “The evil man
from my dream!”


---End Slave to Love, Part 3: Third Sending---
---Continued in Part 4---
(And yes, the part titles do get more creative eventually)