Sandstorm
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Category:
Star Wars (All) › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
18
Views:
3,089
Reviews:
11
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own the Star Wars movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 3
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)
Feedback: Please! First time fan fiction writer and desperate for tips, tricks, advice, stuff me full of info please! I want to improve and take over the world with my genius mwhahaha! Lol, only kidding but feedback would be fantastic, send it to raukarwen_deomene@yahoo.com!
Chapter 3
Slowly Obi-Wan pushed her away from him and glanced her up and down. There were no other obvious wounds or bruises on the female. “Are you all right? He didn’t hit you anywhere else did he?” Arsha’s eyes were still wide with fake awe.
“No, you saved me before he could do anything else.” Obi-Wan nodded slowly, his mind still reeling from the information. Glancing back at the man he had killed, the Jedi wondered why he hadn’t used his lightsaber, but a knife instead? Something so crude, it shouldn’t have even crossed his mind, yet he had obviously used such a weapon. The wound could have been created by nothing else. Fingers brushed along his jaw, turning his face back to Arsha. “How can I repay you?” Obi-Wan swallowed nervously, his eyes fixed on slightly glistening ruby lips that were so close and yet so far. Instinctively his eyes tore themselves away and focused on the bare expanse of wall behind her. But he was still well aware that her slight feminine frame was pressed rather tightly against his.
He took a step backwards but she followed him easily, and for the first time in his life he felt out of control. Completely and utterly flustered beyond belief by this small female. Standing a bit straighter he attempted to get more control of the situation and dared himself to meet her eyes, “There is no need for you to repay me my lady. It is a Jedi’s duty to protect the innocent.”
“So noble, there must be something I can do…” Her hand trailed down his side grazing over his hip and inwards. Obi-Wan leapt backwards sharply, blushing furiously at the attention. Arsha bit back a grin. The silly little Jedi - didn’t he realise there was nowhere to run? He was in her world now, whether he liked it or not.
“Honestly, there is absolutely no need at all to repay me in any sense of the word.” Arsha let her face fall and slumped into the sofa, placing her chin in cupped hands. Obi-Wan gave a sigh of relief and sank onto the other end, glancing occasionally towards her. He was unsure whether he wanted to drink in more of her intoxicating presence or just check that she wasn’t approaching.
“There’s only one bed.” His gaze snapped up from his clasped hands to meet her emerald eyes and his mouth fell open in mild surprise at her voice. It was so quiet, as if she were disappointed or upset. Had he insulted her by refusing any payment? Seemed a bit drastic, as most people weren’t interested in paying anything back to the Jedi. Mostly, they just took anything and everything that they could get. A hand waved in front of his eyes and he snapped back to the present.
“I’m sorry?” Obi-Wan blustered realising he had been off in his own little world for those sparse seconds. Arsha rubbed her upper arms as if she were cold and glanced away, pretending to be uncomfortable.
“There’s only one bed in this house. We never had guests or children.” He watched her for a few seconds in silence. She was still turned away, looking bashful.
“I am perfectly amenable to sleeping here on the sofa. There is no problem with that.” Those beautiful eyes trailed along the floor before grazing up his body to lock onto his eyes and a gentle smile graced her lips. He shivered at the strange burning sensation her travelling gaze had left on his skin.
“I am perfectly amenable to sleeping on the sofa also, or with you in the bed… as a companion, nothing more.” Obi-Wan nodded slowly and cleared his throat.
“I shall take the sofa. It would only be fair.” Arsha slid towards him smoothly, discreetly brushing her legs against his.
“I’m not sure I want to be alone tonight. I’m scared.” Obi-Wan attempted to wriggle away but there was no sofa left to wriggle away on. Leaning backwards over the arm of the chair to gain some distance, Obi-Wan gave her a faint unsure smile.
“My lady, I can assure you that no harm will come to you no matter where I am in this house. You are perfectly safe.” Realising that the Jedi’s morals were still far too high strung Arsha sighed and rose smoothly. Hiding her annoyance, she strode into her room attempting to appear reassured, “Could I bother you for some kind of blanket?” Arsha paused at the doorway and glanced back over her shoulder with a cautious smile.
“Of course. I’ll bring one right away. I suggest you sleep soon as the best time for me to provide transport for you to the main city would be first thing in the morning. As long as the storm has subsided, obviously.” Taking his curt nod as approval of the plans, Arsha tugged a spare blanket from a drawer and tossed it to him through the doorway. Closing the door after her on her return to the room, she leaned back against it. Her eyes slipped closed as her fingers caught the bolt and slid it home with a sigh.
Acting had never been her speciality. Blunt, straight forward ‘I’m going to kill you’ was more her style. This simpering, pathetically incapable woman she was portraying made her sick to the core. To be so weak, to need a man to defend her… she shuddered and stepped further into the cool, silent room.
Sinking into the plush mattress, she lay on her back for a few seconds contemplating what she could do to get this Jedi to take her to the Temple. What was going to convince him that she needed to go with him without drawing the attention of the Council? Without much thought she swung her legs back over and slumped into the chair at her desk. Charging up the database and maintaining her pondering, she watched the start up screen fizz into action. Arsha placed her right hand instinctively on the finger print scanner as the panel slipped away to reveal the sensitive touch pad beneath. The same natural instinct made her lean forward and focus on the pre-coordinated location of the retinal scanner that whirred almost silently into action on the confirmation of her hand.
All of her attention was focused on the pressing issue of persuading Obi-Wan as her fingers typed in the codes that would activate the various cameras scattered about the house. Slowly her eyes trailed onto the now slumbering frame of Obi-Wan and her plan clicked.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
THANKS TO RavenNolan FOR THE REVIEW! MUCH APPRECIATED! :)
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)
Feedback: Please! First time fan fiction writer and desperate for tips, tricks, advice, stuff me full of info please! I want to improve and take over the world with my genius mwhahaha! Lol, only kidding but feedback would be fantastic, send it to raukarwen_deomene@yahoo.com!
Chapter 3
Slowly Obi-Wan pushed her away from him and glanced her up and down. There were no other obvious wounds or bruises on the female. “Are you all right? He didn’t hit you anywhere else did he?” Arsha’s eyes were still wide with fake awe.
“No, you saved me before he could do anything else.” Obi-Wan nodded slowly, his mind still reeling from the information. Glancing back at the man he had killed, the Jedi wondered why he hadn’t used his lightsaber, but a knife instead? Something so crude, it shouldn’t have even crossed his mind, yet he had obviously used such a weapon. The wound could have been created by nothing else. Fingers brushed along his jaw, turning his face back to Arsha. “How can I repay you?” Obi-Wan swallowed nervously, his eyes fixed on slightly glistening ruby lips that were so close and yet so far. Instinctively his eyes tore themselves away and focused on the bare expanse of wall behind her. But he was still well aware that her slight feminine frame was pressed rather tightly against his.
He took a step backwards but she followed him easily, and for the first time in his life he felt out of control. Completely and utterly flustered beyond belief by this small female. Standing a bit straighter he attempted to get more control of the situation and dared himself to meet her eyes, “There is no need for you to repay me my lady. It is a Jedi’s duty to protect the innocent.”
“So noble, there must be something I can do…” Her hand trailed down his side grazing over his hip and inwards. Obi-Wan leapt backwards sharply, blushing furiously at the attention. Arsha bit back a grin. The silly little Jedi - didn’t he realise there was nowhere to run? He was in her world now, whether he liked it or not.
“Honestly, there is absolutely no need at all to repay me in any sense of the word.” Arsha let her face fall and slumped into the sofa, placing her chin in cupped hands. Obi-Wan gave a sigh of relief and sank onto the other end, glancing occasionally towards her. He was unsure whether he wanted to drink in more of her intoxicating presence or just check that she wasn’t approaching.
“There’s only one bed.” His gaze snapped up from his clasped hands to meet her emerald eyes and his mouth fell open in mild surprise at her voice. It was so quiet, as if she were disappointed or upset. Had he insulted her by refusing any payment? Seemed a bit drastic, as most people weren’t interested in paying anything back to the Jedi. Mostly, they just took anything and everything that they could get. A hand waved in front of his eyes and he snapped back to the present.
“I’m sorry?” Obi-Wan blustered realising he had been off in his own little world for those sparse seconds. Arsha rubbed her upper arms as if she were cold and glanced away, pretending to be uncomfortable.
“There’s only one bed in this house. We never had guests or children.” He watched her for a few seconds in silence. She was still turned away, looking bashful.
“I am perfectly amenable to sleeping here on the sofa. There is no problem with that.” Those beautiful eyes trailed along the floor before grazing up his body to lock onto his eyes and a gentle smile graced her lips. He shivered at the strange burning sensation her travelling gaze had left on his skin.
“I am perfectly amenable to sleeping on the sofa also, or with you in the bed… as a companion, nothing more.” Obi-Wan nodded slowly and cleared his throat.
“I shall take the sofa. It would only be fair.” Arsha slid towards him smoothly, discreetly brushing her legs against his.
“I’m not sure I want to be alone tonight. I’m scared.” Obi-Wan attempted to wriggle away but there was no sofa left to wriggle away on. Leaning backwards over the arm of the chair to gain some distance, Obi-Wan gave her a faint unsure smile.
“My lady, I can assure you that no harm will come to you no matter where I am in this house. You are perfectly safe.” Realising that the Jedi’s morals were still far too high strung Arsha sighed and rose smoothly. Hiding her annoyance, she strode into her room attempting to appear reassured, “Could I bother you for some kind of blanket?” Arsha paused at the doorway and glanced back over her shoulder with a cautious smile.
“Of course. I’ll bring one right away. I suggest you sleep soon as the best time for me to provide transport for you to the main city would be first thing in the morning. As long as the storm has subsided, obviously.” Taking his curt nod as approval of the plans, Arsha tugged a spare blanket from a drawer and tossed it to him through the doorway. Closing the door after her on her return to the room, she leaned back against it. Her eyes slipped closed as her fingers caught the bolt and slid it home with a sigh.
Acting had never been her speciality. Blunt, straight forward ‘I’m going to kill you’ was more her style. This simpering, pathetically incapable woman she was portraying made her sick to the core. To be so weak, to need a man to defend her… she shuddered and stepped further into the cool, silent room.
Sinking into the plush mattress, she lay on her back for a few seconds contemplating what she could do to get this Jedi to take her to the Temple. What was going to convince him that she needed to go with him without drawing the attention of the Council? Without much thought she swung her legs back over and slumped into the chair at her desk. Charging up the database and maintaining her pondering, she watched the start up screen fizz into action. Arsha placed her right hand instinctively on the finger print scanner as the panel slipped away to reveal the sensitive touch pad beneath. The same natural instinct made her lean forward and focus on the pre-coordinated location of the retinal scanner that whirred almost silently into action on the confirmation of her hand.
All of her attention was focused on the pressing issue of persuading Obi-Wan as her fingers typed in the codes that would activate the various cameras scattered about the house. Slowly her eyes trailed onto the now slumbering frame of Obi-Wan and her plan clicked.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
THANKS TO RavenNolan FOR THE REVIEW! MUCH APPRECIATED! :)