Masquerade

Title: Masquerade

Author: Khylea

Rating: NC-17. Graphic descriptions of sex.

Summary: Anakin talks Obi-Wan into going to a party and the General grudgingly agrees, never realizing how much fun he would end up having.

Pairing: Obi-Wan and a female character of my creation. Anakin plays a part, but he's mainly used as a way to get Obi-Wan to the party so Obi-Wan can have hot wild sex with his lady friend. Only a smidgen of a plot, really.

Time Period: Just before Episode 3

Disclaimer: I do not own this marvelous universe. George Lucas does. But if I did, the characters would be doing THIS a lot more often. *evil grin*

Feedback: Would be delightful, and treasured almost as much as a naked Anakin. sl_chester@hotmail.com

Ave: ve: Go for it. Just send me the link for where it is so I can visit, okay?

Author's notes: I am presuming that Obi-Wan was given his General rank as a result of the battle of Geonosis. Of course, Episode 3 will come out and shoot that all to hell, but for now, at least, I'll be right. :) Words enclosed in asterisks *like this* are Force-telepathy or a character’s thoughts. I have NO idea if a Force-neutralizer really exists, but I needed it for the story, so if it doesn it it really should. I can think of all kinds of fun uses for it. *evil grin*

Dedication: To Hypatia, who got me thinking about this whole scenario with her "For want of a shag...." bit. If you haven't heard it, have her email it to you. It's HILARIOUS!!! And for Silver Alaska who said she wanted some GeneralObi smut and had to send me all those sexy Ewan pictures. You are EVIL, babe! Thanks also to Silver Alaska for beta-reading and suggestions while it was a WIP.


"Anakin, I am NOT going to a masquerade party!" Obi-Wan griped, glaring at his apprentice.

"Oh come on, Master. It'll be fun."

Obi-Wan set aside the datapad he was attempting to read and folded his arms over his chest. "Unlike you, Anakin, ‘fun’ is not something I have an excessive need for. Are you forgetting that I am a general in the Republic army? Spare time is not something I have in excess. And when I do have spare time, I prefer to use it meditating or training, not wasting time at a party."

Anakin rolled his eyes. "Oh PLEASE. It's only for one night. And aren't you the one who keeps telling me that when a solution isn't presenting itself, you need to step back from the problem and examine it from another angle?" He ignored the glare. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't that the same report you've been looking at since yesterday?"

"Anakin, I...."

"She'll be there." Anakin added quietly, causing Obi-Wan to stare at his apprentice.

"Who?"

"Kamilla. I know how hot you are for her."

"Anakin. I am NOT hot for Master Irhan. She's a friend, and I respect her as a colleague, as a fellow Jedi. That's all."

"Uh huh. That's why your breathing gets faster and your skin flushes every time she enters the room?"

He could see he had hit a nerve when Obi-Wan averted his eyes.

"I don't deny that she is beautiful, my young apprentice." He said slowly, returning his gaze to Anakin, trying to regain some control of the situation. "But I am not 'hot' for her, as you so crudely put it."

Anakin grinned, pointing at the bulge in the front of Obi-Wan's trousers. "So what's that, then? Even thinking about her gets you hot."

"ANAKIN! Enough!"

"Blast, you're crabby today. How long HAS it been since you've gotten some, anyway?"

"My personal life is none of your business, my young apprentice."

Anakin nodded. "So long you can't even remember, can you?" Obi-Wan didn't say anything. "I seem to remember you saying something about that. Oh, something along the lines of ‘Just because Jedi aren't allowed attachments doesn't mean we're expected to remain celibate.’ Maybe you should listen to your own advice for once."

Obi-Wan sighed, physically and emotionally drained from the events of the last few days, from the exhausting mission they’d just returned from. And he did have to admit, grudgingly, that his apprentice did have a point. It HAD been a while since he'd been with a woman. And if Kamilla was going to be there....he could use some time away from his day to day responsibilities, he could use some time to NOT be ‘General Kenobi, Jedi Knight’, to just be ‘Obi-Wan’. What did one night hurt?

"All right. But only for a couple hours. And...." he caught Anakin's eye and held his gaze. "....you WILL behave appropriately for a Padawan, is that clear?"

"Yes, Master." He turned away before Obi-Wan could see the slight grin on his lips. Obi-Wan sigand and turned back towais wis work.

The next night....

"Oh please! You're not going to wear THAT!!!!"

Obi-Wan looked down at his outfit. "I fail to see what is wrong with this costume."

"It isn't a costume, for starters." Anakin said.

"It most certainly is. It's not what I normally wear."

"Look, Master, just changing the color of your tunic does NOT make it a costume! It's a Jedi tunic for Force sake!"

"It is NOT a Jedi tunic, Anakin. Jedi do not wear black tunics. It's the tunic of a holy man on Rakelia 4." He slipped his arms into the black robe. "And this is the ROBE of a holy man on Rakelia 4. They are marvelous people. They spend their entire lives communing with nature. It's not uncommon for a holy man to spend a year or more in the wilderness, communing with the animals, living off the land."

"Great...." Anakin turned away, mumbling. "A monk. He goes to a party dressed like a monk. Well, I suppose it makes sense. No way is Kamilla going to want him if he's dressed like a monk...."

"What was that?"

"Nothing, Master. Just thinking out loud." He opened the door with an innocent smile. "So are you ready to go?"

Obi-Wan stared pointedly at Anakin's outfit. The tight black pants clung to him like they were painted on, tparkparkly blue sleeveless shirt reflected the color of his eyes and was open to the waist, showing off his muscular chest to good effect. He had sprinkled gold glitter in his hair and on his chest and was wearing copper bracelets at his wrists and neck and on his biceps. "Don't you think you should finish dressing first?"

"I am finished."

"What EXACTLY are you going as? A K'terian stripper?"

"Good guess! Never would have figured you for going to a K'terian strip club." He grinned wolfishly at the flush which covered Obi-Wan's features.

"You are NOT going dressed like that, Anakin. I said you will behave appropriately for a Padawan, and that meant wearing appropriate clothing."

"But Master...."

"NO, Anakin. I will not have you embarrassing me, and the Jedi order, by dressing like that. If you do not change into something more conservative, you will not go." His gaze was hard, his expression leaving little doubt the matter was not open to discussion.

Anakin tossed his mask down on the table. "Fine." He stalked to the bedroom, muttering to himself. "He REALLY needs a woman...."

"I heard that!" Obi-Wan called after him, just before the door was slammed. He sat down on the chair, unsure if Anakin was going to reappear or not. But he was not going to relent. That get up was completely inapprate ate for a Jedi in training. Completely.

He was almost falling asleep by the time he heard the door open and Anakin re-appeared wearing a bright yellow flight suit. "Is this conservative enough for you?" Obi-Wan chose to ignore the sarcasm.

"That depends on what you are. A pilot?"

"Yes, a blasted pilot. I didn't have anything else that could even REMOTELY be considered a costume."

"A pilot is acceptable."

"Fine." He snatched the mask from the table and stalked out the door. With a sigh, Obi-Wan grabbed his own mask and followed his apprentice.

The room was already overflowing with people when they reached the door. Obi-Wan stopped Anakin just before they started inside. "I am expecting your best behavior, my young apprentice. There will be no drunkenness, none of those one jne jokes you love to tell, no showing off your Force abilities, nothing that is inappropriate for a Jedi will be allowed."

Anakin glared at him. "So what is allowed? Sitting in a chair watching everybody else have a good time?"

"You can have a good time without going overboard, Anakin. I didn't say you couldn't drink, just that you're not allowed to get drunk. A couple drinks is fine. And feel free to dance with whatever pretty girl strikes your fancy, but be a gentleman about it. No groping or suggestive comments." He could see Anakin had tuned him out and abruptly ended the lecture. "Have a good time."

Anakin pulled his mask on. "Yeah, like that'll happen...." He muttered under his breath, but loud enough for Obi-Wan to hear. With a sigh, Obi-Wan pulled his own mask on and followed his apprentice.

Obi-Wan scanned the room, suddenly uneasy at the large crowd of strangers. He touched his left hip, assuring himself his lightsaber was there, out of sight, but within easy reach. He saw the bar on the far side of the room and headed that way, skirting the crowds.

"What'll it be, hon?" The six armed bartender greeted him as he approached the bar.

"Do you have Alderaanian brandy?"

"Best in the galaxy, hon." She smiled lewdly as she handed the glass to him. He quickly moved away before she could act on any of the obscene thoughts he could feel running through her mind. But he could feel her eyes on his ass as he walked away and was hard pressed not to cringe. *I am going to KILL Anakin for this.* He found a chair near the wall and sat, watching the party, sipping his drink.

To his complete lack of surprise, Anakin had already found a pretty girl to dance with. *Force, he works fast. We've only been here a moment and already he's got them eating out of his hand.* He shook his head, a slight smile lifting the corner of his mouth. *At least he found a pretty one.* He thought, admiring the slim body and dark brown hair of Anakin's dance companion. If he hadn't been distracted by the scent of a familiar perfume he might have recognized the girl as none other than a certain senator from Naboo.

"You know, the point of a party is to have fun." He turned toward the voice. "And you don't look like you're having much fun."

He rose to his feet, taking the hand of the woman in front of him and lifting it to his lips, gently kissing the back. "You look lovely."

"Thank you. You don't look so bad yourself."

Obi-Wan shrugged. "It was Anakin's idea. I think he knew I wouldn't let him come without me."

"Your apprentice doesn't need a chaperone, Obi-Wan. He's perfectly capable of taking care of himself."

"And every woman he finds." Obi-Wan added, indicating where Anakin was slow dancing with the girl, their bodies pressed tightly together.

"Oh, stop. You were 22 at one point too. I seem to remember you being the same."

"Kamilla, I was NEVER as defiant as he is. He wanted to come as a K'terian stripper."

She giggled. "I think I would have liked to see that. He is pretty cute."

Obi-Wan sighed. "You're not helping."

She shrugged. "Sorry. But I think you can trust him for one night." She held out her hand to him. "Dance with me."

"I really don't think that's appropriate. I have responsi....."

"Oh PLEASE! Are you ALLERGIC to fun or something?" She indicated a figure on the other side of the room. "If that's not Master Windu, I'll eat my dress. He seems to think it's fineObi-Obi-Wan followed her gaze and realized she was right. Even with the mask covering his face, Obi-Wan recognized Windu's actions. They had fought side by side enough times. He sighed, still unsure. "Lighten up for one night. It won't kill you. It might even do you some good."

"All right." He tossed back the last of his drink and set the empty glass on the floor. Taking her hand, he led her to the dance floor.

"So do you remember how to dance?" She asked.

In response, he took her hands in his and started moving in time to the music. She was hard pressed not to stare. She remembered him being a good dancer, but not THIS good. She didn't know if he knew the song, or just understood music well enough to anticipate the next notes, but he seemed to move almost before the note had been played. Probably the latter. She had gone through the same classes he had, and ballroom dancing had been one of her least favorite subjects. She understood the reason for it; it was useful both for the endless social events Jedi were expected to attend, and as a way to develop knowledge and control of your body, abilities that helped immensely with lightsaber training. But that didn't mean she had to like it.

But he apparently had, and she soon realized it was better to let him lead the dance. She was
hard-pressed to keep up as he moved and swung her in time to the music. Before long, they became so involved in their dance they didn't realize most of the others had stopped dancing and were watching them.

"You're going to catch flies with that thing." Padme whispered, nudging Anakin in the ribs. He quickly snapped his mouth shut, but couldn't help but stare. Who would have thought?

"He never told me he could dance like THAT."

"I'm sure there's a lot he hasn't told you, silly." She stretched up and whispered in his ear. "See, I told you it would work. Now come on. Let's go back to my room while they're distracted."

He glanced down at her and grinned at the mischievous look in her eyes. "Yes, Senator." They quietly slipped out the door.

"You have the stripper costume underneath that flightsuit?" She whispered, pulling him down the hallway.

"Of course." He pulled the corner of the suit down off his shoulder, revealing the sparkling blue fabric. "Always be prepared." She giggled.

"Is that a Jedi motto?"

"No. Just my own." They ignored the curious stares of passers-by, quickly heading for the elevator.

Back on the dance floor, Kamilla and Obi-Wan were finishing up their dance. With a last flourish, he spun her around and bent her back over his arm. She looked up at him, unable to keep the amazement from her expression. He slowly lifted her up, pulling her closer to him. Neither of them heard the applause from the watching audience as they gazed into each others eyes.

With a start, he pulled away, trying to regain his composure, scanning the room for his Padawan.
"Obi-Wan, what's wrong?" Kamilla asked.

"Where's Anakin? I can't find him."

She pulled him to face him. "He left with that girl he was dancing with."

"What? Why didn't you say something when you saw them leaving? I have to go find him." She didn't release his hand when he turned away. "Kamilla....let go...."

"No. Let him be, Obi-Wan. He needs some time away from you, just as you do from him. He'll be fine. How will he ever develop trust in himself if you never trust him?"

"That's the problem, Kamilla. He HAS trust in himself. Too much. He's arrogant."

She smiled. "So were you at that age. And I seem to remember Qui-Gon giving you some space to do your own thing now and then."

"That's different. I was never...."

"It's NOT different. The only difference is in your mind. You're seeing it from the other side, so it seems different." A slow song was starting, and she pulled him closer. "Dance with me."

"Kamilla, I really need to find Anakin."

"Let it go, Obi-Wan. Give him a chance to do something right. And if he messes up, you can discipline him in the morning. You don't have to watch him every moment of every day, you know."

"I don't trust him, Kamilla."

"And yet how often do you give him a chance to earn your trust? I can't believe he'll mess up every time you let him out of your sight, and yet you t hit him that way."

"He's defiant. He never listens to me."

"Have you ever stopped to consider that maybe he's defiant BECAUSE you don't give him any room to breathe? I've heard how you talk to him, Obi-Wan. I don't know where you learned that. Certainly not from Qui-Gon. He gave you space, to learn on your own, to make mistakes on your own. He wasn't harping on you for every little thing you did wrong."

"I don't harp."

"Anakin sees it that way. You correct every mistake he makes, no matter how trivial. After a while, he tunes you out so when you try to correct a big mistake, he's not listening. I seem to remember a certain young Padawan making his share of mistakes. How would you have felt if Qui-Gon had continually pointed out what you'd done wrong?" He couldn't meet her eyes, looking down at their intertwined hands."Anakin knows when he's messed up. You don't need to point out every mistake." He took a deep breath and finally raised his eyes to meet hers, nodding slightly.

"I guess I still have a lot to learn about teaching an apprentice, don't I?" He asked softly, drawing her closer and beginning to move in time with the slow song.

"We're all learning. Do you think I do everything right with MY Padawan? And no one would blame you for the mistakes you've made with Anakin. Not many Jedi take on an apprentice at the age you were."

He nodded. It wasn't unheard of, but was unusual, for a Jedi under the age of thirty to train another. And Obi-Wan had been only twenty-five, barely more than a Padawan himself. And in fact, he'd had to undergo the trials, possibly before he was ready, just to be allowed to train the boy. "It hasn't been easy." He admitted.

"Of course not. It's not easy for any Jedi to train their first apprentice. But it was an even more difficult situation for you. You were still grieving for Qui-Gon, Anakin was far older than any normal apprentice, and you didn't have the full support of the council. I know Master Yoda disagreed with the council's decision to train him." Obi-Wan nodded. "But you have been trying. The council knows you've been doing the best you can with a difficult student."

He managed a smile. "Difficult doesn't begin to cover it." She smiled, gently squeezing his hands. He moved closer, sliding his arms around her neck. She sighed, moving her own arms around his waist, burying her face in his neck. The rough beard hairs tickled her cheek as she m.
.

"Does he blame you?" She asked softly.

"For what?"

"The loss of his arm."

He sighed. "Yes. To some extent. He knows it was his recklessness that caused it, but he feels if I had taught him better, he would have had the skills to defeat Dooku, even without me. He thinks I'm jealous of him, that I'm holding him back."

She pulled away slightly so she could look into his eyes. "And are you?"

"Jealous of him? Of course not."

"Holding him back."

He shrugged. "I suppose I am to some extent. He's not ready to take the trials."

"But he thinks he is."

He snorted. "He thought he was five years ago."

She giggled. "Only five?"

He shrugged, and she could see his ears turning red in embarrassment. "The day he defeated me in sparring practice."

Her eyes widened. "He defeated you at seventeen? How could that be? You're one of the best I've ever seen at sparring."

He shrugged again. "He's better. He's stronger, and faster, and his reflexes are quicker. He still has a lot to learn on technique, but as far as raw ability, Master Yoda says Anakin's the best he's ever seen."

"No wonder he's arrogant. Especially if he's heard Yoda say that."

"I'm sure he has. I've caught him eavesdropping on the council on several...." He stopped as he realized she was grinning. "It's not funny."

"He is resourceful, I'll give him that."

Obi-Wan sighed. "And some day, that's going to get him killed. I have a bad feeling his ambition is going to be the death of him."

"Ummm. Well, there's nothing you can do about that." She sighed, nestling her face back into his neck. "This is nice."

"Yes. I guess Anakin was right about me needing some time away."

He could feel her chuckle softly against his neck. "I told you. He's resourceful. He knew if he could distract you with me, you wouldn't notice him sneaking out with a girl."

"I guess." They moved to the song, their bodies pressing together tightly. It wasn't long until Kamilla noticed the bulge in the front of Obi-Wan's trousers was getting larger. She grinned, but didn't say anything, wondering what he planned on doing about it. She knew he wasn't likely to be rude and pull away in the middle of the dance, so she pretended she didn't notice anything.

His actions were becoming less fluid as his erection increased. He tried to pull away slightly, but she pulled him closer, burying her face in his beard. She could feel the rising panic in his mind, his attempts to regain control of his body, and the instant the song ended, he backed away from her, muttering an apology.

"For what?" She asked, moving closer and slipping her hand inside his robe, gently fondled him. "For this?"

"Yes. I...I shouldn't have danced with you. I knew that would happen. I shouldn't have...." His cheeks were flushed bright pink, and he couldn't meet her eyes.

She drew him in closer and whispered in his ear. "Hush. What makes you think I'm offended?" He didn't say anything, pulling away and studying her face. "Why do you think I'm here, anyway?"

"To see me?"

"Yes. My Padawan set me up the same way yours set you up. I didn't want to come either, but she told me you'd be here. And I couldn't resist that." She grinned. "And how do you know I'm not feeling the same way? My sex can hide it a little better, that's all."

"Kamilla, I...."

She gently laid her hand across his lips. "Hush." She took his hand in hers and gently pulled him toward the door. "Come on. Let the general go for one night. I want you, you want me. What is there to analyze?"

He stared into her eyes for a long time, finally nodding and taking her hand. Her apartment was on the twentieth floor, and the ride seemed endless as they stood a meter apart, attempting to give no indication of what they were going to do. The lift stopped at nearly every floor, and by the time they reached her floor, Obi-Wan had been able to concentrate enough to bring his erection under control.

Kamilla had barely shut the door behind them before theye ine in each others arms, kissing, touching, quickly shedding their masks, their clothing, as they moved toward the bed. Kamilla quickly pushed Obi-Wan down on the bed, and before he realized what she was doing, had him bound hand and foot to the bed posts.

"There. Just where I want you." She purred, running her hands up and down her bare thighs.

"Kamilla, what are you...."

"Hush. I told you. Let the general go for tonight. I'm in charge tonight."

He grinned. "Yes ma'am." She kneeled next to him on the bed and ran a finger down his chest. "Now....what should I do first?" She jumped as she felt phantom hands caressing her breasts, and smacked his chest. "now!now! None of that. I told you, I'm in charge."

He grinned wolfishly. "How are you going to stop me? Last time I checked, our midi-chlorian counts were nearly identical. You're no stronger in the Force than I am." She jumped again as the phantom hands ran down her back.

"You'll see." She stepped to the night table and flipped a switch on a small round device sitting there. Obi-Wan gasped as he felt a change in the Force surrounding him. He could still feel it, could still use it to calm himself, but like a name you couldn't quite recall, he couldn't grasp it firmly to him, couldn't use it for anything useful.

"What...." He gasped, quite disoriented at the loss of Force-touch. "What is that?"

"Don't tell me you've never seen a Force neutralizer?"

"Not one that small. And I'm surprised you were allowed to take it from the temple."

She shrugged, laying down next to him on the bed and lazily running her fingertips up and down his stomach. "My Padawan needs it to sleep. She has a difficult time keeping her shields up when she's asleep."

"So how far is its range?"

"It's been calibrated to cover only my apartment. But this...." she added, indicating a gold bracelet on her wrist, "...cancels it out for a quarter meter radius around me." She shrugged. "I can't sleep WITHOUT the Force, so the neutralizer is on at night for her, and I wear the bracelet for me."

"I see....so you're going to use it to prevent me from fighting back, are you?"

She raised an eyebrow at him. "Looks like it, doesn't it."

"I really doubt if the council would consider this an appropriate use of it."

"Oh I don't know. Every Jedi should train without the Force now and then. Continually using the Force can lead to laziness, you know that."

He grinned. "Oh, so we're TRAINING are we?"

She giggled. "Call it what you want. But I'm not turning it off, general."

"Very well. Have your way with me."

"As you wish, general."

"Please stop calling me that." He said softly.

"What? General? Why?"

He sighed, shaking his head. "I don't want to think about being a general tonight."

"I thought you were proud of your commission."

"I am. But it's nice to leave it behind now and then. To not worry about being a general, to not worry about being a Jedi, to just be me. To just be a man spending some time with a beautiful woman."

She nodded. "I understand. I'm sorry, Obi-Wan." She softly kissed his lips. "However will I make it up to you?" She trailed kisses along the line of his jaw, tickling her lips on the coarse beard hair, then back to his ear. He sucked in a breath as she ran her tongue around the rim of his ear and breathed her warm breath on his neck.

Gently taking his earlobe into her mouth, she suckled and gently bit. "Do you like that?"

"Yes...." He moaned, closing his eyes and letting the pleasure course through him.

She slid lower, trailing kisses down the center of his chest, her hands gently stroking his sides. "How about this?"

"Kamilla....." Her name was a moan on his lips as she moved to his nipple, swirling her tongue around the tip. Her other hand rolled the nub of his other nipple around in her fingertips as her lips and tongue played with its mate.

She concentrated on his nipples until he was shivering in pleasure, then d lod lower, kissing down to his navel. With a smile, she darted her tongue inside, causing him to gasp in pleasure.

Sliding down between his legs, she gently licked the skin of his scrotum and smiled as it contracted against his body. He was biting his lip hard, trying to keep his moans under control. She reached up and gently fondled the sacs, and he whimpered in pleasure.

With a grin, she moved up slightly and brought her mouth close to his rapidly hardening shaft. He was watching her intently and she met his eyes, smiling at him as she brought her mouth closer and closer to the sensitive flesh. "Do you want me to?" She whispered.

"Yes....please...." She nodded, bringing her mouth even closer to him, but instead of taking him in, pursed her lips and blew on the hot flesh. He whimpered, his hands clenching around nothing, pulling against the bonds, as her warm breath tickled his skin. "Kamilla..." He moaned, as she did it again, trying to push himself up into her mouth. But she was having none of that, and Force-pushed him back into the mattress.

"Stop it. I'm in control here. I thought that was clear." She straddled his body and slid up until she could take a handful of hair in each hand. She pulled on the hair at his temples, just short of painfully, as his eyes widened in surprise. She lowered her head until their faces were nearly touching, smiling inwardly at the lust in the sea-green eyes. "You said you wanted to let go for the night, did you not?" He nodded quickly. "Then knock it off. Now...are you sorry?"

"Yes...I...I'm sorry..." He tried not to gasp as she rubbed her crotch against his.

"Better. Now shut up, is that clear?"

"Yes. I'm sorry, ma'am."

"We'll see." She slid back down his body and again blew on his shaft, then, ever so softly, on the dark gold curls. He gasped as her breath tickled the sensitive flesh.

"Oh blast...." he moaned, as she finally took the head into her mouth. He felt his orgasm rapidly approaching and tried to fight it back. No. Too soon. But without the Force, his body control was sorely lacking.

He jumped as he felt her in his mind, and suddenly remembered the gold bracelet. Her mind-voice was like silk as she spoke to him. *Don't worry, Obi-Wan. I won't let you come until you want to.* With a start, he realized she was controlling his body with her mind, and he couldn't have come now even if he'd wanted to.

She continued her attentions on his shaft, kissing, licking, taking him in until she nearly gagged. His moans were continual now, but her Force hold kept him from moving, even a centimeter in any direction. He was completely at her mercy, his head thrashing back and forth in ecstacy, the only part of his body she wasn’t controlling.

She loosened her control of his body slightly and let him approach slightly closer to his release, but just before he reached it, clamped down on his mind again. He whimpered in dismay at having been stopped when he was so close, and whimpered again when she pulled her mouth away.

She waited until his rapid breathing had slowed and moved to the head of the bed, kneeling over his face. Lowering herself down toward his mouth, she spread her lips. "My turn now."

He nodded eagerly, happy to oblige. He loved to pleasure her. She gasped as he ran his tongue along her opening and moaned as he dipped it inside.

She jerked in pleasure as he sucked her clit into his mouth, pulling gently, playing with the tip with his tongue. The coarse beard hairs tickled her hairless lips and a shiver went down her spine.

He released her clit and flicked it quickly with his tongue and it was her turn to whimper in pleasure. He was so blasted good at this. Her hands went to the headboard, clutching it convulsively as her pleasure increased. He nosed between her lips again and gently covered her entire clitoral area with his mouth. He took a deep breath and hummed loudly against her clit. She screamed in pleasure at the unexpected sensation, and only years of Force control kept her from coming immediately.

She lifted herself off his face and he couldn't help but grin at the way she was gasping, fighting to keep her body under control. Her control of him faltered for a moment and he gasped as he suddenly felt her pleasure within his mind. Finally she smiled. "Force, you're good at that."

"Glad to hear it. I like to make you feel good."

"I know." She whispered. "Why do you think I like being with you?" She gently stroked his beard. "You're the most unselfish lover I've ever had."

He raised an eyebrow at her words. "Oh really? And how much basis for comparison do you have?"

She slapped his chest playfully. "Oh stop! Last time I checked, someone ELSE was known as the 'Jedi slut'."

"Certainly not me."

"No. They call you the Jedi prude."

"Kamilla!" He snapped, his ears tinging pink in embarrassment.

She shrugged, grinning. "I'm just telling you what I've heard."

"Yeah. And those rumors were probably started by my Padawan. He seems to think I don't have anything between my legs."

"I thought he wanted to get you with me just so he could sneak out whis his lady friend."

"He did. But he didn't think we'd be doing THIS. Especially not when he saw what I was wearing." She giggled.

"Let me guess, he made some snide comment about wearing a monk's robe?"

"Exactly."

"Well...." She leaned closer and kissed his lips. "You'll have to tell him that THIS monk got some tonight."

He grinned. "I will be sure to rub it in. Especially if he didn't."

She laughed, straddling his body again and sliding down, rubbing her now very well lubricated opening against his hard shaft. Coating him well with her juices, she reached down and slid him inside. They both sighed in pleasure as he entered her.

She began moving, slowly at first, but trying to keep him under control made it harder to keep herself under control, and it wasn't long until she had to move faster. She braced herself on his shoulders and slid up and down on him faster and faster, her bottom lip firmly fastened in her teeth as her breath came in quick pants.

With a last stroke, she lost it, and the sudden releasing of her control as she came caused Obi-Wan to groan in pleasure as he too came hard. She clenched around him as she came and he moaned louder, their orgasms blending and melding into one feeling, shared by them both.

Finally it was over and she collapsed on his chest. With a quick flick of ForcForce, she shut the neutralizer off, and Obi-Wan quickly pulled his arms and legs from the cuffs. Wrapping his arms around her, he held her tightly as they came down from their pleasure.

After a while she rolled off him and Force-pulled the blanket up over them. Laying on her side, she laid her head on his chest, her fingertips splayed across his stomach. He repositioned her slightly so she was laying with her head in the hollow beneath his shoulder, his arm around her.

For a long time, neither said anything. "Thank you, Obi-Wan." She finally whispered.

"Thank YOU, Kamilla. That was wonderful."

"Yes it was. Make sure you let your Padawan talk you into going to parties from now on."

He chuckled softly. "I think I will. You make sure you do too."

"Oh I will." She snuggled closer, and his arm tightened around her. "Good night, Obi-Wan."

"Good night, Kamilla." He whispered, closing his eyes and letting the Force lull him to sleep.

END