Comfort

Title: Comfort

Author: Khylea

Rating: NC-17 for smut. Not just smut though. There's a lot more going on than just sex. However, if you'd prefer to not read smut but like the premise for the story, e-mail me and I'll send you the PG rated version.

Characters: Obi-Wan and a female character of my creation

Time Period: A few days after events in Phantom Menace

Series: Not now, but I have some ideas for other stories involving these two, so if I get inspired to write them, it may end up being one later.

Archive: Sure, just drop me a line to let me know where it's going so I can visit it, please. I have this weird obsession with being really impressed with seeing my stuff on the Internet. Makes me feel important, I guess. LOL sl_chester@hotmail.com

Disclaimer: I do not own anything in this fic, nor am I making any money off it. The entire Star Wars universe was created by that great man, George Lucas, and I will forever be in his debt for giving me such cool characters to play with. And considering Obi-Wan has WAY more fun in this fic that he does in any of the movies, I wouldn't think Mr. Lucas would mind much. I would think he would like his characters to have fun. I promise to lick him (Obi-Wan that is, not Mr. Lucas! LOL) clean before putting him back.

Feedback: Better than a chocolate covered Jedi....check that....almost as good as a chocolate covered Jedi. My first attempt at Star Wars smut. How did I do?

Summary: A few days after Qui-Gon's death, Obi-Wan is having g hard time dealing with his grief. An old friend comes by to "comfort" him.


The woman slowly opened the door and slipped into the darkened bedroom, closing the door softly behind her. She smiled slightly at the man curled up on the bed, still wearing his Jedi clothing, snoring softly, but twisting and moaning in his sleep. "Master, no....look out....." He muttered, rolling to his other side, facing the wall. She removed her robe, dropping it at the foot of the bed. Obi-Wan hadn't bothered to cover himself with the blankets and she shivered at the cool night air, sliding in next to him on top of the covers. Wrapping one arm around his waist, her other hand gently stroked the short hair at the back of his neck. With a sharp intake of breath, he woke, his hand instinctively going for his lightsaber.

She pushed his hand away from his weapon. "Shhhh. It's just me." He closed his eyes, shivering at the gentle hand stroking his hair.

"How long have you been back?" He asked softly.

"Just a few hours. I was going to come see you tomorrow morning, but I thought you could use some company tonight instead." She moved closer, gently kissing the back of his neck. "I'm so sorry. He was a great man."

Obi-Wan nodded, blinking back tears. "And it's all my fault he's dead." He rolled to his back, finally meeting her eyes.

"It wasn't your fault."

"Yes it was. If we hadn't been separated, he would still be alive. We were getting the upper hand on the Sith Lord. But he was too much for either of us."

"You defeated him."

"I got lucky. He was better than either of us."

"That may be. But that doesn't mean it's your fault. Sometimes bad things happen to good people. That doesn't mean they were at fault. He wouldn't blame you. You shouldn't blame yourself. No one's perfect. Not even you."

"I should be."

A slight smile lifted the corner of her mouth. "You sound just like he did when he was your age." He didn't answer.

"What are you doing here, anyway?"

"Comforting the man I love. Isn't that obvious?"

"We can't...."

"I know we can never be together. That doesn't mean I love you any less." She sighed. "I can do many things with the force, but I can't make it change the feelings in my heart. I can't make myself stop loving you, no matter how wrong I know it is to love you."

"Kie...."

She quickly covered his mouth with her hand before he finished speaking her name. "Shhhh. No names. The walls ear ears." He nodded. The walls may not have ears, but the other Jedi did.

He reached up, trailing his fingers down the side of her face. "Why didn't you finish the Jedi training? As much Force awareness as you have, you would have been a good one."

She sighed. "It's hard to explain. I just....I had a vision one day when I was in a meditative trance. I saw....someone....I'm not sure who. A Jedi I think. I never saw his face, but he was wearing a Jedi robe. He told me that my place in life was to become a teacher. To help many Jedi, not one at a time by taking on apprentices."

He nodded, but backed away when she leaned closer and kissed him. "What are you doing?"

"Why are you fighting me?"

"Because this is wrong. You know that as well as I do. A Jedi isn't allowed attachments."

"Don't lecture me about what a Jedi is and isn't allowed! I know the rules as well as you do."

"I...I didn't mean it that way. I just....I don't understand why you came here when you know we shouldn't be together."

"Because I love you. Because I could feel your pain. And because I knew I could help you with your pain. I knew I could clear your mind, help you relax." She stroked his chest gently, then slid her hand lower, fondling the front of his pants. "And you can't tell me you aren't interested. Your body tells me otherwise."

He flushed. "I never said I wasn't. I enjoy the time we spend together. It just feels wrong. I feel like we're being dishonest."

"We're not being dishonest, my love. Attachments are forbidden, but sex isn't. A Jedi isn't expected to be celibate." She smiled. "Your master wasn't."

He flushed, thinking of the times he had woke to the sounds of Qui-gon having sex in the other bedroom. He had tried to keep quiet so as not to embarrass his Padawan, but Obi-Wan had heard him occasionally."I know. And no, I can't deny that I am interested. I just...." He stopped, fighting back the tears.

"You'd feel like you were betraying the memory of your master by doing something enjoyable when you should be feeling miserable grieving for him?"

He sighed. "You know me too well."

"He wouldn't want you to be miserable. He loved you like a son. He'd want you to be happy."

"I know, I just...." He couldn't go on, the tears beginning in earnest now, and suddenly he found himself lunging into her embrace. He pulled her tightly against him, his face against her chest. She wrapped her arms around him, dropping her chin into his hair. His body shook with the emotion he was trying to keep under control.

"Let it out my love." She whispered into his hair. "Leurseurself go. I'll take care of you."

His body heaved as he released a loud sob, pulling her even tighter against him. Another loud sob tore from him, seeming from the very depths of his soul, as he finally let go and grieved for his fallen master. For a long time he cried, letting out all the pain, all the doubtl thl the fear he had kept inside the last few days. He barely heard the soothing noises she whispered to him as he grieved, barely felt her gently rocking him. Finally the tears reached an end and he pulled away from her, rolling onto his back and not touching her, staring at the ceiling.

He stared at the ceiling for a long time, thinking about Qui-Gon, remembering the love for his master, the good times, and also the bad. For the first time since Qui-Gon's death, he allowed himself to think about his master's final battle, allowed himself to analyze what had happened. What the two of them had done wrong, and right, in their battle with the Sith Lord. Her presence freed his mind, allowed him to remember.

She watched him for a long time. Finally she spoke. "Talk to me. Tell me what you're feeling."

"I...I don't know. I don't know if I'm ready to be a teacher."

"Your master thought you were. You have to trust his judgment."

"He was going to train the boy himself. He...."

"Yes, but when he couldn't, he gave the job to you. Not because he had to, but because he wanted to. Because he trusted you to train him. He said he was the chosen one, that he would bring balance to the Force." He looked uncertain.

"How do you know all this? I haven't even told the council what he said to me."

She closed her eyes for a moment, and when she opened them, tears glittered, threatening to spill down her cheeks. "I felt him die. I heard him cry out when he was run through."

"He cried out to you?"

"Not directly to me, no. Just through the Force. I'm sure I'm not the only Force-attuned person who felt him."

"I didn't."

"No. You were too in tune with the battle you were fighting." She took a deep breath, forcing back the tears. "I loved him too. I suppose I've loved every Jedi that has ever come to me for help, in one way or another. But not like you. You were always special. I knew I could never have you, but that didn't stop my heart from fluttering like a little girl's when you smiled at me." She gently traced the lines of his lips. "You used to know how to smile." He shook his head, not able to meet her eyes.

"I just....I feel so alone. He was always there for me. He always had time for me, to listen to my problems, to listen to my concerns."

"And now you feel that there's no one there for you."

"There isn't. I can't talk to my apprentice that way. He needs me to be strong for him. Heafraafraid enough as it is without hearing me talk about such things. I can't talk to anyone on the council. If they think I have any doubts about training the boy, they could reverse their decision. And I have to train him. I made a vow."

"What about other Jedi? Ones not on the council?"

"Most of them disagree with my decision to train the boy. If I expressed any reservations, they would go to the council with what they'd heard. There just isn't anyone who....
"
"There's me." She interrupted. "What you say to me doesn't go any further than me, you know that, my love." She tried to smile. "You are allowed to contact me, you know."

"I...I didn't want to bother you."

"It's not a bother when it's you. Please don't think that. Have I ever made you feel you were a bother?"

He flushed. "No. I don't suppose you have."

"I just spent the last three days on a very small transport. I would have liked nothing better tonight than a hot bath and a good meal. I forewent those to come see you, because I love you, because I could feel your pain. How could you ever think I would consider you a bother?"

"I...I don't know. I'm not thinking straight. I....I haven't slept much."

"Shhh. I know. It's okay." She slid closer, leaning her chin on his chest, looking at his face. He didn't meet her gaze, but didn't pull away from her touch either. She gently stroked the ove over his right ear. "You look different without the braid, my love. More mature." She grinned. "And more handsome." Her grin widened at the flush in his pale skin.

"Stop it." He said, clearly embarrassed.

"Sorry. But I can't help it if I think you're handsome."

He met her eyes and she almost had to cry herself at the pain in his. "Let me help your forget, my love. I'm not asking for a commitmen kno know you can't give that. Just let me love you. Just for tonight." He looked uncertain. "If not for you, then for me. You're not the only one who's lost someone they love. I loved him too. Not as deeply as you did, of course, but I did love him. And I miss him too."

He didn't say anything, but she could feel him relaxing, and he didn't protest when she unbuckled his boots and dropped them next to the bed. She slid his belt from around his waist, and carefully setting his lightsaber on the nightstand, dropped it to the floor. She knew as well as any Jedi the reverence a lightsaber should be treated with. His tunics were next, and he shivered as she kissed his chest, trailing her fingers around his nipples, then sliding lower, tracing his navel with her lips.

She removed her own tunics and her pants, then slowly slid his pants off him, running her hands up and down his muscular legs. He was watching her the whole time, and when she slid lower and took his shaft into her mouth, moaned in pleasure. She grinned at his responses, pleased to be affecting him so much.

But after only a second, he pushed her away, pulling her up his body and kissing her deeply on the mouth. She coulnse nse his need for her touch even more than for pleasure, and didn't fight him when he pulled tig tightly against his chest. He reached down and slid a hand between her legs and she couldn't stifle a gasp as his sensitive hands gently stroked her womanhood. He rolled her onto her back and slid down her body, suckling on each nipple until she was moaning in pleasure. He kissed her stomach, reaching up to caress her breasts, and it was his turn to grin as she gasped. He reached between her legs again, stroking her until she was gasping, thrusting up into his hand.

He tensed as he felt himself being rolled onto his back, but relaxed as he realized she had done it. She straddled his waist and slowly lowered herself onto his shaft. They both sighed in pleasure as he entered her moist depths. She began moving slowly, giving hody ody timeadjuadjust. It had been a while. She grabbed his hands and placed them on her hips, and he helped her move up and down on his erection.

Before long, the slow pace was too much, and she began moving faster and faster, her breath coming in short gasps. He rolled them over again and thrust into her harder and faster, his face a mask of almost painful pleasure as he came close to his climax. She lifted her hips to meet him, wrapping her arms around his back, pulling hien cen closer to her, urging him to move faster. With a last few quick strokes, he was there, biting his lip to keep from moaning her name as he came. She joined hi her her release a few seconds later, biting his shoulder to keep her own moans of pleasure under control. He thrust a few more times, until he was drained, and collapsed on her. She held him tightly against her chest as they both gasped, regaining their breath.

Finally he rolled off her, and taking her with him, rolled onto his back. She laid her head on his chest, wrapping her arm around his waist. "I love you." She whispered, slowly stroking her hand up and down his sweat-damp stomach. A shiver went down her spine at the cool air in the bedroom, and she Force-pulled her robe up over them.

He smiled, pulling the robe tighter around her shoulders, the familiar feel of the Jedi garment soothing to his troubled mind. "I love you too." He closed his eyes, and tightening the arm around her shoulder, soon was fast asleep.

She napped for a while and when she was sure he was deeply asleep, carefully slipped from his grasp, not wanting to wake him. She dressed quietly, watching him the whole time. He was sleeping peacefully, no nightmares marring his rest. She wrote a quick note to him, and dabbing a drop of her perfume on it, slid it under his lightsaber, where he would be sure to see it. Gently removing her robe from around his shoulders, she replaced it with his own, and with a quick kiss on his forehead, left the bedroom.

He jolted awake several hours later, feeling drained, but feeling better. The crying of the night before had acted as a catharsis, and he found he could once again think of his master without feeling like he was going to burst into tears at any moment. And she was right. The sex had relaxed him, had cleared his head. She was gone, as he knew she would be. She was always gone before he woke, which he was thankful for. It made their partings easier. He saw the note and read it with a smile.

*I love you, Obi-Wan. May the Force be with you. -Love Kierhan*

He held the paper up to his nose, inhaling the scent of her perfume, feeling a rush of emotion at the smell that was uniquely her. Carefully folding the paper, he slipped it into a pocket in his tunic. He prepared to start his day, feeling, for the first time since Qui-Gon's death, a sense of hope, a sense of being prepared for the travails of the day, for the challenges of teaching his apprentice. He thought of her, a slight smile turning up the corner of his mouth as he pictured her in his mind. "Thank you, Kierhan." He whispered, moving to the door to start the day....


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