Sandstorm
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Category:
Star Wars (All) › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
18
Views:
3,090
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 4
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 4
Obi-Wan woke with a start, his hand instantly clasping the hilt of his lightsaber as the terrified scream tore through his ears. Scrabbling out from under the blanket, he headed towards the source of the sound, throwing the door open violently and igniting his lightsaber. There was so much fear pervading the air in the room he couldn’t sense anything else - it was completely consuming. Squinting in the darkness, he focused on a small figure sitting bolt upright in an overly large bed. It was clasping the bed sheets tightly to its chest, the knuckles almost white with their death grip on it.
Turning off the lightsaber he stretched a hand out to the terrified outline of Arsha, feeling her smaller hand instantly grasp his. Obi-Wan slowly eased himself onto the edge of the bed. “It’s alright, you were only dreaming. There’s nothing here that will hurt you. You’re safe.” She moved as fast and silently as a wraith, wrapping her arms about his shoulders and clinging as desperately to him as she had been to the sheets only seconds before. Slowly, unsure in this present situation, Obi-Wan raised a hand and soothingly ran it lightly up and down her spine.
“It’s not safe, it will never be safe. They know I’m here, they’ll know what I’ve done.” She whispered fearfully before leaning back to meet his gaze, forcing her eyes even wider in pretend fright. “They’ll come for me. They will know!” Arsha’s hands clamped over her mouth as her voice hit higher and higher panic notes. They trailed down to press against her throat and she hissed the next few words at Obi-Wan, “They’ll come for me and they’ll kill me. I can’t escape! No where is safe!” Forcing a few crocodile tears from her eyes, Arsha let her lip tremble and stared at Obi-Wan.
The man was looking at her in total confusion. “Who will come for you?”
“’They’ will. My husband’s gang. They’ll know when he fails to report in tomorrow! They’ll hunt me down like a swamp rat and murder me.” Wriggling free of the now restricting covers, Arsha began to pace the room, wringing her hands desperately and gnawing at her lip. “I need to get away from here. I need to go somewhere… somewhere safe, where they won’t think to look for me.”
“I can get you passage to Coruscant if you desire. There are some safe havens in the city; one of them will be willing to take you in.” Obi-Wan whispered, his eyes latched onto the swaying minimalist hemline of the nightgown. It swayed towards him and those arms once again were about his shoulders.
“Force bless you. That would be ideal, I hadn’t even thought about Coruscant. It’s so far away! I would never have been able to pay for the transport.” Arsha whispered against his ear. “Now I owe you two things. I can never repay you for the kindness you have shown me.” Instantly his hands were on her hips. She smiled, believing he had finally fallen for her seduction. Instead he pushed her away and stood up.
“I said before my lady, you owe me nothing. I am repaid just by you wishing to repay me. That is reward enough.” He headed towards the door, assured that the female would be comforted by the thought of an escape plan.
“I don’t want to be alone,” she all but shouted as he headed for the door, Obi-Wan paused and turned around to face her once more. Arsha stood there, her hands clasped in front of her, loose burning waves framing her face and penetrating emerald eyes. “Please. Stay with me.”
When he made no move to either leave or remain, Arsha stepped forward and brushed his hand from the handle, closing the door swiftly. Her eyes rested on his, begging him to stay. His fingers brushed against her cheek gently, flitting over the silvery trace of the crocodile tear. “I’m afraid,” Arsha whispered, barely above human hearing capabilities. Slowly his hand trailed down her throat and rested on her collarbone as lightly as a feather.
“Very well. If it is that important to you.” Obi-Wan whispered before mentally cursing himself. This was not right; there was something out of place here. He should not be so affected by this woman. There was no reason behind it, no logic. Yet her hand clasping his felt familiar and wanted. The gentle tug leading him back to the bed, the gentle caress of silk and the light weight of a duvet combined with the warmth of a body. Once again, she was so close yet so far. He wouldn’t reach out and touch that heated skin for fear of it infecting his own.
Arsha waited patiently till his breathing had slowed to the peaceful rise and fall of deep slumber. The slight reverberations rippled across the mattress. Gently Arsha eased her slight frame over to face him and wriggled as carefully as possible to the slumbering Jedi. Obi-Wan did the rest in his sleep, entirely unconscious to the process, as he in turn shifted and draped an arm carelessly over the slight rise of her body under the duvet.
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A jolt of adrenaline made Arsha surge upright causing the arm pressing down on her to spring away and the mattress wobble to her right. Running with the push of adrenaline, Arsha leapt from the bed and skidded to a halt as she remembered who had been in the bed. Obi-Wan looked as startled as she felt, his eyes wide in surprise and hand reaching for a lightsaber that wasn’t where it should have been. Arsha gave a heavy sigh and a faint laugh before collapsing onto the end of the bed, her chest heaving with the sudden movement. “You gave me a fright.”
“Likewise, my lady. Another dream?” Arsha rolled onto her front and regarded the Jedi carefully. She was beginning to doubt her ability to run through with this mission. Already the memories were coming back. They were memories beyond her control, restless; they demanded recognition while at the same time begging to be forgotten. She rationalised that she would regain control, this was the first night in a long time that she had not used glitterstim to send her to sleep. The drug sent her mind spiralling into worlds of fantasy, deleting the real and morphing it. Sometimes into a nightmare, and sometimes a beautiful paradise. By the end of the drug’s effect Arsha was always too mentally exhausted to do anything more than collapse and sink into a deep slumber. The memories always came back when they weren’t banished by the spice.
“A dream of sorts. Really foul memories in the guise of dreams.” Arsha informed him with a suspicious undercurrent she couldn’t keep out. Obi-Wan nodded and glanced about the room, the desert glare illuminating what had previously been nothing but shadow. It followed the general trend of the house. Plain and simple, but more lived in. His gaze slowly trailed back to Arsha, but her gaze was turned inwards, looking at something in her mind’s eye.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
MANY THANKS TO Mia Kenobi 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 4
Obi-Wan woke with a start, his hand instantly clasping the hilt of his lightsaber as the terrified scream tore through his ears. Scrabbling out from under the blanket, he headed towards the source of the sound, throwing the door open violently and igniting his lightsaber. There was so much fear pervading the air in the room he couldn’t sense anything else - it was completely consuming. Squinting in the darkness, he focused on a small figure sitting bolt upright in an overly large bed. It was clasping the bed sheets tightly to its chest, the knuckles almost white with their death grip on it.
Turning off the lightsaber he stretched a hand out to the terrified outline of Arsha, feeling her smaller hand instantly grasp his. Obi-Wan slowly eased himself onto the edge of the bed. “It’s alright, you were only dreaming. There’s nothing here that will hurt you. You’re safe.” She moved as fast and silently as a wraith, wrapping her arms about his shoulders and clinging as desperately to him as she had been to the sheets only seconds before. Slowly, unsure in this present situation, Obi-Wan raised a hand and soothingly ran it lightly up and down her spine.
“It’s not safe, it will never be safe. They know I’m here, they’ll know what I’ve done.” She whispered fearfully before leaning back to meet his gaze, forcing her eyes even wider in pretend fright. “They’ll come for me. They will know!” Arsha’s hands clamped over her mouth as her voice hit higher and higher panic notes. They trailed down to press against her throat and she hissed the next few words at Obi-Wan, “They’ll come for me and they’ll kill me. I can’t escape! No where is safe!” Forcing a few crocodile tears from her eyes, Arsha let her lip tremble and stared at Obi-Wan.
The man was looking at her in total confusion. “Who will come for you?”
“’They’ will. My husband’s gang. They’ll know when he fails to report in tomorrow! They’ll hunt me down like a swamp rat and murder me.” Wriggling free of the now restricting covers, Arsha began to pace the room, wringing her hands desperately and gnawing at her lip. “I need to get away from here. I need to go somewhere… somewhere safe, where they won’t think to look for me.”
“I can get you passage to Coruscant if you desire. There are some safe havens in the city; one of them will be willing to take you in.” Obi-Wan whispered, his eyes latched onto the swaying minimalist hemline of the nightgown. It swayed towards him and those arms once again were about his shoulders.
“Force bless you. That would be ideal, I hadn’t even thought about Coruscant. It’s so far away! I would never have been able to pay for the transport.” Arsha whispered against his ear. “Now I owe you two things. I can never repay you for the kindness you have shown me.” Instantly his hands were on her hips. She smiled, believing he had finally fallen for her seduction. Instead he pushed her away and stood up.
“I said before my lady, you owe me nothing. I am repaid just by you wishing to repay me. That is reward enough.” He headed towards the door, assured that the female would be comforted by the thought of an escape plan.
“I don’t want to be alone,” she all but shouted as he headed for the door, Obi-Wan paused and turned around to face her once more. Arsha stood there, her hands clasped in front of her, loose burning waves framing her face and penetrating emerald eyes. “Please. Stay with me.”
When he made no move to either leave or remain, Arsha stepped forward and brushed his hand from the handle, closing the door swiftly. Her eyes rested on his, begging him to stay. His fingers brushed against her cheek gently, flitting over the silvery trace of the crocodile tear. “I’m afraid,” Arsha whispered, barely above human hearing capabilities. Slowly his hand trailed down her throat and rested on her collarbone as lightly as a feather.
“Very well. If it is that important to you.” Obi-Wan whispered before mentally cursing himself. This was not right; there was something out of place here. He should not be so affected by this woman. There was no reason behind it, no logic. Yet her hand clasping his felt familiar and wanted. The gentle tug leading him back to the bed, the gentle caress of silk and the light weight of a duvet combined with the warmth of a body. Once again, she was so close yet so far. He wouldn’t reach out and touch that heated skin for fear of it infecting his own.
Arsha waited patiently till his breathing had slowed to the peaceful rise and fall of deep slumber. The slight reverberations rippled across the mattress. Gently Arsha eased her slight frame over to face him and wriggled as carefully as possible to the slumbering Jedi. Obi-Wan did the rest in his sleep, entirely unconscious to the process, as he in turn shifted and draped an arm carelessly over the slight rise of her body under the duvet.
:/
A jolt of adrenaline made Arsha surge upright causing the arm pressing down on her to spring away and the mattress wobble to her right. Running with the push of adrenaline, Arsha leapt from the bed and skidded to a halt as she remembered who had been in the bed. Obi-Wan looked as startled as she felt, his eyes wide in surprise and hand reaching for a lightsaber that wasn’t where it should have been. Arsha gave a heavy sigh and a faint laugh before collapsing onto the end of the bed, her chest heaving with the sudden movement. “You gave me a fright.”
“Likewise, my lady. Another dream?” Arsha rolled onto her front and regarded the Jedi carefully. She was beginning to doubt her ability to run through with this mission. Already the memories were coming back. They were memories beyond her control, restless; they demanded recognition while at the same time begging to be forgotten. She rationalised that she would regain control, this was the first night in a long time that she had not used glitterstim to send her to sleep. The drug sent her mind spiralling into worlds of fantasy, deleting the real and morphing it. Sometimes into a nightmare, and sometimes a beautiful paradise. By the end of the drug’s effect Arsha was always too mentally exhausted to do anything more than collapse and sink into a deep slumber. The memories always came back when they weren’t banished by the spice.
“A dream of sorts. Really foul memories in the guise of dreams.” Arsha informed him with a suspicious undercurrent she couldn’t keep out. Obi-Wan nodded and glanced about the room, the desert glare illuminating what had previously been nothing but shadow. It followed the general trend of the house. Plain and simple, but more lived in. His gaze slowly trailed back to Arsha, but her gaze was turned inwards, looking at something in her mind’s eye.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
MANY THANKS TO Mia Kenobi FOR THE REVIEW!! MUCH APPRECIATED!!