Opposites Attract [Complete]

Note: This is a special OMG I did not do that update. Chapter 6 never actually happened, 7 happened twice. Not sure how I did that (they're all labeled in word) My apologies to my readers, it is now fixed. If you don't want to go back here is what you missed: Meleana opens up about her Master's death, they are kidnapped by the sister of the bounty hunter who dealt the killing blow to her Master. Obi-Wan is nearly sold into slavery, Meleana breaks free of the bounty hunters hold on her mind, kicks the sisters ass, gets beat up in the process, and needs medical treatment. I like to think the full version's better, but I also like to think I can count! Anyway, here's chapter nine in all its glory. Oh and there's some oral, which there was not a disclaimer for. BTW I would love a Beta to help prevent this in the future.

Obi-Wan had been waiting close to half an hour for Meleana to come back. As soon as they’d gotten onto the ship she pointed to a door and told him to sit down and wait. The small room he’d been pushed into didn’t have much to distract him. A bed wash in the center of one wall, a small dresser sat beside it. He’d taken a seat on the floor with his back against the bed, figuring metal would be easier to clean.
The injury to his chest wasn’t bleeding much, had it not been for the severe pain every time he drew in a breath he wouldn’t have minded the wait. He’d thought of pulling the cartage out on his own a few times, but the idea of bleeding out on the floor seemed worse than his current agony. He’d felt the ship lift off the ground a few minutes ago, which he hoped meant Meleana was on her way.
Meleana walked in a few minutes later, still wearing her dancer’s outfit, and carrying a very heft medical kit. She squatted down in front of Obi-Wan.
“Sorry about the wait,” she said opening the medical kit. She shifted uncomfortably and pulled the lightsaber and comlink out of the holsters on her thigh.
“Anything else in there?” Obi-Wan ask with some amusement.
Meleana smiled, clearly holding back some remark. She straightened her face and examined his wound.
Obi-Wan watched her carefully trim his shirt away from the canister. He looked down at the bloody scraps of cloth lodged in his chest and decided he should find something to distract him. His eyes landed immediately on Meleana’s cleavage.
“So, do you like my outfit?” she asked as she finished removing his shirt. “If you don’t I can take it off for you.”
Obi-Wan opened his mouth to respond and let out a scream as the canister was wrenched from his chest. If she’d warned him he could have at least attempted to seem manly.
“You could have warned me,” he said through gritted teeth. He shut his eyes not wanting to see the blood spurting from his chest.
Meleana’s only response was to hush him while she worked quickly to treat his injury. After she’d finished poking around on his chest he felt a slight prick on his arm and the pain he was in lessened.
“You should have done that first.”
“The pain killers were under the bandages.”
He opened his eyes, feeling her wrapping the bandage around him, he assumed the worst was over. He gasped at the amount of blood on her half naked body.
“You alright?”
He nodded.

Meleana finished taping off Obi-Wan’s bandaging, the wound was wide, but not deep, thank the force. She wiped her brow with the back of her hand.
“I should go check on Rendain. Don’t move around, just lie down and relax. I’ll bring you something to drink.” Meleana said, “Do you need help getting into bed?”
She waited for him to shake his head before getting to her feet.
She stopped in the washroom to clean the blood off herself. Metal bikini’s certainly were easy to clean.
Meleana walked back into the other room and found Ketana lying in bed next to Rendain. He was still unconscious, but his wounds had all been treated. Anakin was sitting at the edge of the bed with a worried look on his face.
“Is Master Obi-Wan alright?” he asked.
Meleana nodded. “He’s resting. How is he?”
“He’ll live. He’s an abnormally fast healer,” Ketana said. “Is there another room?”
Meleana nodded. “Will he be alright on his own?”
“He’ll be fine. He didn’t take any bad hits.” Ketana got to her feet. “I’m sorry I’m so useless… did you get my sister?”
Meleana sighed and cursed. She spun around on her heel and walked back into the control room.

After picking up Ketana’s sister, who Meleana had no interest in, Meleana found rooms for both Ketana and Anakin. There were only four cabins on the ship, which meant four of them would have to share with someone else.
Meleana walked back into the room where she’d left Obi-Wan with two bowls of soup and some water.
Obi-Wan gave her a look as if to say. “What took you so long?”
“I forgot Ketana’s sister on an Asteroid,” she gave him a slight smile. “I brought you food.”
Obi-Wan sat up in bed and took the tray he was handed. “How is everyone else?”
“Fine,” she said with a long sigh. “Is it me? Do I mess things up?”
Obi-Wan shook his head. “Don’t be so hard on your self.”
“I’m being realistic. I should have been helping you, not worrying about battle droids and someone I couldn’t help. If I’d been in there with you, you wouldn’t have gotten hurt.”
“Not necessarily, and someone had to handle the droids.”
Meleana continued. “I should have known Rendain would try something like that. Hell, it’s what he was doing when I found him on Correlia!”
“Who are all these friends of yours?” Obi-Wan asked trying to change the subject. If she was only going to berate herself he didn’t want to hear it.
“Ketana, she’s a Padawan, still she should have been able to handle that mission by her self. If she hadn’t gotten tied up with her sister…” Meleana trailed off.
“I asked who they were not what they did wrong.” Obi-Wan set his empty bowl aside.
“Rendain was my Masters’ son, which is a long story I don’t exactly know. Let’s just say my Master wasn’t big on listening to the council. I don’t think he was the product of some great romance though. He was born on Dathomir, which hardly seems like the place for love.” She stopped seeing the humorous look on Obi-Wan’s face.
“What?”
“You’re rambling.”
“Sorry. I’m exhausted but I’ve got to much adrenalin going to sleep.”
“Stop being sorry for everything you do,” he said. “So where are you from?” He asked trying to lighten the mood.
“Bierna, it’s a system at the edge of the mid rim. What does that have to do with anything?”
He shrugged. “Nothing, I’m just trying to get you to calm down.”
Meleana set down her half finished bowl of soup. “Then tell me a story about you, because nothing about my life calms me down.”
“My Master wasn’t much for rules either.”
Meleana smiled. “Really? Then how did you turn out to be such a stick in the mud?”
“I am not a stick in the mud.” Obi-Wan’s offended look didn’t help. Meleana giggled at him. “I left the Jedi when I was a Padawan to fight a war.”
Meleana pursed her lips. “Were you on the side that was breaking the rules or following the rules?”
“Breaking the rules.”
“Alright, so you had your rebellious phase. How long did that last? Being Obi-Wan Kenobi child soldier?”
“Not very long,” he said. “I had other moments of rule breaking. I wouldn’t call it rebellion. I wasn’t doing anything simply for the sake of defiance. I did it because it felt right.”
“Did you skip meditation once?” Meleana smiled, she had missed him, as much as she hated to admit it. She’d purposely given Anakin his own room, food, and a datapad to keep him busy just so she could be alone with Obi-Wan.
“I fell in love.”
“With the blonde?” Meleana asked remembering the conversation they’d had on the mountain.
“With the blonde.” The twinkle that had returned to Meleana’s eyes kept him from mourning his lost love in that moment.
“You’re right,” Meleana said giving him a thoughtful stare. “You didn’t have a rebellious phase. You broke the big rules. Rebels don’t push the envelope that far. My rebellious phase wasn’t nearly so bad.”
“You are a rebellious phase,” he said teasingly.
“At least I’m not boring,” Meleana yawned at him.
He raised his brow. “Here I am pouring my heart out and you’re teasing me.”
“Pouring your heart out with one sentence answers?” Meleana shook her head. “Dripping your heart out, maybe.”
Obi-Wan looked her in the eye for a moment. “Admit it, you missed me.”
“Maybe a little,” she was struck by the strong desire to kiss him. “What about you?”
He sat up and moved the trays off the bed. “I do like your outfit.” he said answering her earlier question.
She moved closer to him. “That wasn’t what I asked.”
He leaned forward and kissed her lips. “Yes,” he said softly.
Meleana put a knee on either side of him and moved closer allowing him to rest his back against the headboard. She kissed his chin, cheeks and lips. “We shouldn’t keep doing this.”
“I know.” He pressed his forehead against hers and breathed her in.
“It’s purely physical though. Right? We don’t have any real feelings for each other. Do we?”
The fact that she had to ask told him the answer. “Completely based on sexual compatibility,” he gave her the answer she wanted, but not what he believed. He didn’t love her, but he felt something creeping up on him slowly, a desire for her that went beyond the physical. He kissed her snaking his tongue around hers. His hands rested on her round hips. He moved his hand down as the kiss deepened. He slid his hand passed the thin layer of fabric between her legs to stroke her. “I want you,” he moaned breaking the kiss.
“What about your chest?” She asked.
He groaned unhappily. The pain killers had made him forget about the gaping wound he’d sustained.
Meleana kissed him. “That bounty hunter has spoiled enough for me. I’m not going to let him shoot you and ruin your fun.” She kissed him again pulling his lip with her teeth as she moved away. She moved down his body and removed his boots and clothes. She slid her tongue up his length before slipping it into her mouth. He let out an airy moan as she sucked him into the back of her throat.
Obi-Wan looked down at her lips wrapped around him. Her cleavage threatening to fall out of her small metal bikini. “This can’t be real.”
Meleana looked up at him with her big purple eyes and moaned sending a jolt of pleasure through him. He moaned. His lust filled eyes slid shut for a moment then focused back on her. She massaged the tip of his erection with her tongue and moaned again. His hips thrust up involuntarily as his mind lost control of his body. He shut his eyes. The pain in his chest had greatly diminished. He ran his hands through her long soft hair. His fingers tangled in it. He wanted more of her. He wanted to feel her soft curves pressed against him. He thrust into her hard as he came. He was so caught up in his pleasure he didn’t notice her lying at his side.
Meleana smiled at him as he opened his eyes. He had a look in his eyes she’d never seen before. He gave her a languid smile and moved his body closer to hers. She ran her hand gently over his bandaged chest, small spots of blood had soaked through. She grabbed a wipe from the med kit and gently cleaned the blood off his sweat slicked skin.
“Is there anything else I can do for you?”
Obi-Wan moaned thoughtfully. “I’m already feeling a little guilty. I’m not the only one that had a hard day.”
Meleana kissed him. “That’s very sweet, but I’m sure you’ll make it up to me when you’re in better shape,” she kissed his neck and traced gentle circles around his stomach with her thumb. “Besides, do you think you’re ever going to get me in this outfit again?”
“You look like you need some sleep.” He cupped her face in his hand. “And as much as I like it, that doesn’t look comfortable.”
She unhooked the metal bikini and tossed it to the floor. It hit the durasteel with a loud thud. Obi-Wan motioned for her to come to him and she straddled his thighs.
He traced the curves over her body with on hand and kissed her.
“Promise me you won’t change your mind about letting me make it up to you?” She nodded and he smiled, “And you’ll wear that outfit again?”
“So you’re into slaves?” Meleana asked with a raised brow.
Obi-Wan gave her a devious look. “In your case, yes.”
Meleana swallowed hard, “I think we should get to sleep before I do something that will make your injuries worse.”
“I think you’re right.”
She curled up on her side against him and shut her eyes.

Since she was a small child she’d never felt safe at night. She always worried someone was under the bed, hiding in a dark corner waiting for her outside her window. She rarely had a sound sleep, in the back of her mind she was always afraid that something would get her. Something was watching her just waiting for her to let her guard down. With Obi-Wan’s arm wrapped tightly around her she felt safe. She could relax and let her guard down. She buried her face into the crook of his neck and quickly fell asleep.

The Council wasn’t pleased with what they had to say. Ketana and Meleana were the only ones asked to report on their mission. For once it was Ketana, and not Meleana in trouble. The council dismissed Meleana as soon as she had made her report.
Meleana finally knew how Ketana felt every time she was in trouble. She was glad it wasn’t her, but felt guilty that there was nothing she could do to aid her friend. Meleana’s datapad buzzed, signaling a new message. She plucked it off her belt and read the message.
She had a new mission. A shipment of medical supplies had been stolen from a public hospital on Coruscant. It seemed more like a job for the planetary authorities, but she wasn’t going to argue over an on planet mission.
Ordinarily Meleana would start by interviewing hospital personnel, but the information she’d been given clearly stated that they were off limits and only their recorded statements to planetary security would be available to the Jedi. The freighter that was carrying the supplies had been manned only by droids. It had been carrying a number of medications. Among them were several forms of narcotic pain medications.
Meleana reviewed the statements from the hospital employees on her way through the temple halls. None of them seemed remotely guilty or capable of pulling off such a heist. Money was the obvious motive. Health care was too readily available on Coruscant for the medication to have been stolen out of desperation. There was no point to be made by stealing this particular freighter, unless you were looking to earn a security contract with the hospital. There wasn’t much money in the security contracts, which ruled out business motives. Piracy wasn’t prevalent on Coruscant. That left Meleana with drug dealers and smugglers.
The more she thought about the mission, the less it seemed like a task for a Jedi. Her nights out on the streets of Coruscant had taken her to many places. Though she favored the upper levels she had occasionally ventured to the lower levels of Coruscant. She remembered one club had a particularly high volume of patrons conducting illegal business.
She headed back to her ship. When working with drug dealers looking like a Jedi could work for you or against you. If Meleana needed to flaunt her status she could always flash her lightsaber. She put on a long leather coat. It would conceal her lightsaber and help her blend in with the civilians.
She rode her speeder bike through the busy streets. She remembered the general location of the club and it didn’t take her long to find it. She left the bike in a near by alley.
It was mid-afternoon, not that any of the club goers were aware of that. It was just as full as it would be in the middle of the night. Most of the club’s inhabitants didn’t seem aware of their surroundings.
Meleana took a seat at an empty table. Her missions had brought her to an unusual number of bars as of late. She wasn’t familiar enough with the underworld of Coruscant to immediately spot the dealers. Everyone in the club appeared to be on something. Eavesdropping on the conversations only made matters worse, Meleana swore just listening was making her stupider. She was about to get up to speak with one of the clubs dealers when a man sat down at the table across from her.
“Are you looking for something?” He asked in a voice clearer than those of the other patrons. He didn’t look like he belonged on this level of the city, much less in a place like this. He was well dressed and well groomed. He had thick dark hair and deep brown eyes to match.
Meleana supposed he could be a dealer for the upper levels working down here until the high society was done with work and ready to play. “That depends what you’ve got.” Suddenly Meleana wished she’d had more practice scoring drugs. Some how she didn’t think she quiet fit the profile.
A server droid set down two drinks in front of them. “I thought you might like a drink,” he said in a smooth voice.
Meleana arched her brow, maybe he was part of the high society looking to live dangerously. It would make sense that he’d choose to hit on her over the other drugged up regulars. She needed to get rid of him, telling him she was working wouldn’t do any good, he might just toss a bag of credits on the table. “I’m waiting for someone.”
His eyes narrowed, he knew she was lying. “You’re not waiting for anyone Meleana and the mission your on isn’t a mission.”
Meleana tried not to show the tension on her face. “Excuse me?” she said in an offended tone. She wasn’t quite sure what else to say.
“I’m sorry for my deception, but I had to be sure you’d meet me.”
Meleana took a sip of her drink. “You don’t look like a bounty hunter,” she stated. He was unarmed and she didn’t sense any danger from him.
“I’m not a bounty hunter, and I’m not here to hurt you. We have a mutual friend who’s concerned about your well being.”
“And that friends name is?”
“I can’t say.”
“You mean you won’t say,” Meleana finished her drink in one long gulp. “Thanks for the drink, but I don’t take well to being manipulated.” Meleana got up and walked quickly out of the club.
The man ran out after her. “It’s important that we talk.”
“I don’t humor stalkers,” he grabbed her arm and Meleana spun on her heel to look at him. “Obviously you already know I’m a Jedi. I suggest you take your hand off me before you lose it.”
“We can go somewhere you’d feel more comfortable.”
“I would feel more comfortable away from you.” She snapped. “Let go of my arm.”
He let go of her and she took off down the street. “You’re going to die,” he blurted.
Meleana turned back towards him. “Are you threatening me?”
He shook his head. “That’s why your friend wanted me to talk to you. I can save you, but you have to trust me.”
Meleana paused briefly before making an offensive hand motion at him and continuing down the alley to her speeder bike.

Meleana docked her speeder in the cargo hold of her ship and climbed up to the main room. She was frustrated, not just by her strange encounter. She’d seen one of her best friends for the first time in years only to immediately have a disagreement that nearly got him killed. Ketana was in hot water with the Council that would probably prevent her from being knighted as soon as she deserved. She was lost and confused. She wasn’t ready to be an adult and handle life on her own. She wanted her Master back. She needed someone to reassure her that she was making the right choices, that she’d done her best.
She rushed into the kitchen and pulled out all the ingredients she’d need to make her favorite kind of biscuits. Easting didn’t make her feel better, but baking did. After she’d taken her aggression out on a pile of dough she’d be calm enough to meditate. She had no one she could talk to, Ketana had her own problems, she was mad at Rendain, Obi-Wan was at the med center. She could call Darlean, her non-Jedi friend, but she wouldn’t understand. Meleana knew she’d offer a very heartfelt worried “sorry,” and try to change the subject.
Even if things had been going perfectly, she was too full of self doubt to ever relax. She couldn’t go easy on herself or anyone else for that matter. She had high standards, she’d always managed to meet them in the past. She wondered if all that had changed was the reassurance her Master gave her. He wouldn’t dwell on her accomplishments, but he’d take a second to give her a “well done” or “good work.” Now all she had was the voice in her head telling her she wasn’t good enough.
The biscuits were done sooner than she’d have liked them to be. She moved too quickly when she was upset. She put one tray in the oven and started another. She had a history of fuming while crowds gathered to eat her over abundance of baked goods.
By the time she was done with her impromptu baking binge she was covered in flour and surrounded by biscuits. Unlike previous occasions Meleana had no one to eat the stack of biscuits. She never felt like eating when she was upset.
After she had showered she sat down on her bed to meditate.

There was a smell of flowers in the air coupled with the sound of water lapping against the shore near by. The sunlight was warm and peaceful. There was something else, the smell and feel of fresh blood, the sound of someone running towards her, and the feeling that some incredible darkness was closing in on her.

Meleana opened her eyes with a start. Her meditation had done anything but calm her. She looked at the chronometer; it had been hours since she’d first sat down. She took a few deep breaths and tried to slow her racing pulse. Her hands were shaking. She could still feel the dark energy from her vision as though it were real.