Chocolate Dreams

Timeline: Between Ep. II and III
Rating: NC-17 (Much smutness ahead!)
Characters: Obi Wan and You
Status: Part 1, 2, 3, 4 and 5, more on the way.
Disclaimer: Oks…everyone knows that we don’t make money off these things. And everyone in the universe knows who came up with the characters…or at least we hope they do. But since some people are finicky about these things here is the disclaimer. I in no way own or make money off of said Star Wars characters…yadda yadda yadda. And I don’t own Renee Zellweger or Ewan McGregor….*dirty thoughts* sorry..mind wondered off…hmm…owning Ewan..*drool* nevermind. I don’t own Down With Love either, though I highly recommend it. If you don’t like sex, then you shouldn’t read this fic…and you desperately need to learn the rating system.
So there you are. Have fun with Obi Wan...I know I did. *evil chuckle* hehehe….
Summary: What do you do when Obi Wan finally notices you?

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“Do you think you’d be comfortable in a position under a woman?” Renee Zellweger’s character asks of Ewan McGregor’s.


“Actually, I’m looking forward to it. Starting at the bottom..” He looks up as he slowly unwraps the chocolate. Making it the most erotic thing you think you’ve ever seen.


“…then working my way, slowly up to the top.” He bites off a corner and slowly pulls the chocolate away so that you can see that evilly seductive smile of his. In a moment you and Renee both reach for a chocolate bar, briskly snapping it open and stuffing a piece in your mouth. You can’t help the little moan that escapes every time you watch this scene. True it was the twelfth time you’ve watched this one scene, got to love the repeat mode on the holovid. And also true you already saw this movie four times in a row today, there simple was no end to Ewan’s sexiness.


You glance over at the clock and groan when you realize it’s three in the morning. Glancing back towards the screen you debate whether or not you can skip lightsaber practice tomorrow morning. Master Yoda won’t be there…/Eh, why not./ You happily huddle back down on the couch, and grab another chocolate bar, promising yourself to spend extra time in the gym tomorrow. When you get completely absorbed into Ewan’s ever changing eyes, you start remember someone else who has those eyes. Someone else who you could easily put into Ewan’s place and yourself in Renee’s. Which you have many times but would never admit to. Closing your eyes you imagine shaggy red-gold hair in place of black. A red-gold beard covering that perfect jaw line and accentuating those perfect lips. Luckily the voices were almost identical so that was easy. Humming to yourself as you picture Obi Wan saying those lines to you. You don't bother to check your shielding, nobody's close enough or awake to hear your thoughts.


/Anakin has Padme. But poor Obi Wan has no one. / You sigh to yourself. You and Ani had become best friends, and you had entertained a crush on him for a while but quickly realized that it would never happen. Then since you and Ani started hanging out you met Master Kenobi, and you fell face first in love. You trained under him for a while, though convinced you made a completely ass out of yourself the entire time. You trained under all the Masters for periods of time since yours died. Masters Yoda and Windu had high hopes for you. You are the strongest female padawan that has ever come to the Temple. Your midi-chlorian count was only second to Master Yoda’s and Anakin’s. So of course this meant that the Council wanted you to train with Anakin. (Which unfortunately is the cause for the break up with your last boyfriend. *growl*) But this also meant that you saw Obi Wan all the time. You shudder a little, remembering what it is like to have those eyes focused on you. You would swear that several times you would catch him just staring at you, often noticing that his eyes would one minute be a green-blue, the next almost black. You could only imagine what it takes to turn his eyes black. Several naughty mental images pop into your brain out of nowhere. His tongue doing things to your ears, then neck...and moving ever lower....


/Oh hell.../ You shake your head dispelling those thoughts, you were just looking for stuff that you wanted to be there, but wasn’t.


/Oh...Obi Wan.../ You open your eyes, sad that you won’t get to see either of them for at least a week since Obi Wan were gone on a mission and Anakin was on Naboo with Padme. You huddle further back into the couch and fix your eyes on the screen. You murmur to yourself, “I want you.”


“Shouldn’t you be in bed young padawan?” That smooth voice with a hint of reprimand scares the shit out of you as you leap off the couch and land crouched by the door. You’re heart pounds as your cat eyes focus in the darkness. You see Obi Wan leaning against the entry door.


/Bloody Hell! How long has he been there?!/ You think as you speak.


“What are you doing here?!”


Obi Wan’s eyes sparkle with amusement. And for a moment you begin to believe that he heard everything. You can feel your face flush remembering those images. And suddenly they pop back into your mind. His mouth on your skin, his fingers trailing up your thighs. Your eyes nearly cross but you quickly recovery when you see him peering at you with interest. /Oh bleedin hell.../ You stand up quickly and nod in his direction, not looking at him directly.


“ Um...yeah. I’m going to bed now...so umm…yeah...night.” You glance up at him only to see that he’s not paying you a bit of attention. He was watching the holovid.

“Crap.” You scamper over to the holovid and shut the movie off. Looking back at him to say night again you see that he’s staring at you. Not at your face, by at you.


/Ack! Do I have something on me?/ You quickly scan your shirt for any stains when you realize just exactly how thin the white shirt is…and that you are standing in front of a bright light. You can feel your whole body flush and tingle as his eyes slowly peruse down and up.


“I...I’m going...to umm... bed...yeah.” You quickly run towards your room.


// I like it when you blush...// His amused voice the last thing you hear as you launch yourself onto the bed.


“Oh Gods...”


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You wake up to the alarm blaring. Growling you peer at the damnably bright light. The numbers 8:00 are flashing at you, but at the moment you’re not sure what they mean, and you really don’t care as you slap the sleep button and huddle back down into your blankets. Just when you start to nod off you hear the bedroom door open. The soft pad of feet as they come over to the side of the bed.


“You’re alarm went off.”


You’re sleep numbed brain just nods at the words as you slide back off into dream land.

“Little kitten, you’ll be late to ‘saber practice.”


You barely hear the words as you dream of swimming in a pool of chocolate with Ewan. He has suspiciously red-gold hair, but you don’t pay attention as the two of you play in the chocolate. He just licked some of it off your neck and you giggle at the sensation. You’re about to do the same when you’re rudely hauled off your bed. You barely have time to register what’s happening as he carries you into the bathroom has attached to your bedroom, when suddenly you are doused in ice cold water. Your eyes fly open as you try to lunge away from the cold spray of the shower. Only then do you realize that Obi Wan is holding you in place with Force, as he stands well away from the shower door. His eyes sparkling with amusement, and then he actually has the gall to laugh at when you threaten his life and a few other things if he doesn’t release you.


“Gods be damned Kenobi! Let me go!!!”


The shower cuts out and the hold on you goes away. Even with hair in your eyes, you try to look as menacing as possible. Right now you’d be willing to go to the Dark side for the power to whip that smirk off his face. Stepping out of the shower, not paying attention to the wet floor, you slip and fall on you ass, your head about to crack against the tile.


Obi Wan lunges and catches you just a fraction off the floor. But of course by some cruel twist of fate, he slips too. Obi twists around so that he hits the floor and you land on top of him, your fall cushioned by Force.


“Oh Gods! Obi Wan!”


You reach around to feel his head, searching for any injuries. He just laughs.


“No young padawan, I’m fine. Nice to see you’re awake finally.”


You sit up indignantly about to give him a piece of your mind, when you notice that his eyes have gone black. You cock your head, wondering what the hell. Then you realize what he’s looking at. You…in a very thin white shirt...a very thin, wet, white shirt. That also happens to be very cold. The sudden image of his warm mouth closing over your erect nipple pops unbidden into your mind, and your body tightens all over at the thought. He lets out a small groan when your thighs tighten involuntarily around him.


/Oh my Gods! / You leap up off of him and make for your bedroom. You almost make it to your door when a pair of arms wrap themselves around your waist and lift you off the ground. You squeak in alarm as he carries you into your room, then plops you down in front of him. Obi Wan stares into your eyes, his swirling between black and dark blue. Then suddenly his lips are on yours, crushing. His arms wrap around and pull you against him. You just freeze, not sure what the hell is going on.


Obi Wan pulls away and looks at you. Your eyes still wide in shock.


"Are you alright young padawan?" He asks, brushing some wet hair out of your eyes. You open your mouth to reply, but only a squeak came out.


/Holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit. Calm down...he kissed me...kissed me! Oh holy mother of all, what I am I doing!? Great, now he's looking at me like I'm nuts. I....Oh dear.../ You barely notice as your brain becomes fuzzy, and black tinges your eyesight.


"I think I'm going to pass out now..." you murmur before you slump in his arms. Obi Wan chuckles as he carries you over to your bed. Looking you over he decides to change you in a dry shirt.


"Won't do me any good if you were to catch a cold kitten....." His words trail off as he tries to peel the shirt off. But it has other ideas, such as clinging to certain places. Obi Wan's eyes cross, then he violently shakes his head and pulls the stubborn shirt off. He had to close his eyes to pull off your wet thong. Then, scurrying over to the closet, grabs the first shirt he finds and walks quickly back to the bed.


/And it won't do me any good trying to concentrate on working if you were naked either.../ He grumbles to himself as he pulls the shirt back over your body. Staring down at you, he can't help but smile as he moves some hair off your face. He leans over and places a soft kiss on your lips.


"Sleep well my kitten."


Obi Wan leaves to go find whatever Master was in charge of lightsaber practice and come up with an excuse for your absence.


End Part One….hehehehe

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“Ah!!!”


You wake with a start. You felt your heart pounding as you quickly scan the room. /Was it a dream?/ You pat your shirt, it’s dry. Your hair, it is dry too. /


“Oh…” You touch your lips as the memory of what he did. Or what you think he did. /Damn…was it a dream…had to be. /


“Gotta lay off the chocolate late night...” Running a hand over your face, you
glance at the clock.


“Shit!!”

You scramble out of the bed and run to your closet as the clock flashes 11:00 at you. Grabbing your tunics and a bra you rush into the living room towards the bathroom. Hopping on one foot as you tug up your leggings with one hand, and brushing your teeth at the same time (cause you’re just special like that...more like you’ve done this before) you scramble about gathering all of your books. You more than missed lightsaber practice and was not looking forward to the lecture you would be getting later for it. But you could still make it to your history class.


“Why in the hell do we need to know what happened a few hundred years ago...” You mutter to yourself as you finish fastening the lacings on your pants and throw on your tunic. Racing towards the door you barely register that there’s a datapad suspended to it. You can feel the traces of Obi Wan around it. When you activate it, a miniature Obi pops up at you.


“Hello kitten, about time that you woke up. I talked to Master Yoda, which you will be happy to find out did attend lightsaber class, and to make up for your absence he has decided that you shall attend the Senate dinner tonight in his place. So after your classes report to Master Sonj’ai so that she can make you a dress for this evening. I’ll contact you later and tell you the time.”


You click the off button muttering to yourself about short green midgets changing their minds and stalk off to class.


End Part Two

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“Now, back in the 24th cent…..” The teacher droned on and on. Class had started 2 hours ago and you want to bang your head on something. Images of Obi Wan invade your mind once again. Closing your eyes you slip into one of your favorite fantasies. Starting to nod off, you feel someone’s fingers graze your neck. Turning around to glare at the guy behind you, you realize that he’s asleep. Looking around you see that everyone around you is occupied with something. You turn back to the teacher, and start when you feel the fingers again. This time they are sliding down your jaw. You close your eyes and enjoy the sensation of the phantom fingers. Whose ever they are, they are much more entertaining than the teacher. They slide down your neck and just trace the ‘v’ neckline of your tunic.


Soon a pair of warm lips is kissing your neck, lightly nibbling the nape. Your breathe catches as teeth latch onto your earlobe, lightly tugging, then a warm tongue traces the outer curve of your ear. The phantom hand has long since slide under your tunic and was just grazing your nipple. Just enough to have it forming a stiff peak, and then slightly tweaking it. You suppress a moan as another hand joins the fun as it slides a finger under the waistband of your pants. The mouth moves across your jaw line to your lips, the pressure of them pressed against yours has your breath hitching. Then that wonderful tongue starts tracing your lower lip then darting back to the center, lightly probing, begging for permission. You grant it as you slightly open your mouth and it takes no time diving in, exploring everywhere. The hand that had been teasing your breast now moved to the back of your neck, grabbing hard and pulling back to expose your neck, making you submissive.


You could only imagine what you might look like right now if someone were to look at you. Lips slightly parted, slouched down in the chair a little, your eyes closed and your whole body twitching.


But right at that moment you don’t precisely care. For that mischievous hand has found its way down into your pants and was tracing delicate patterns over and inside your folds. You can feel yourself already wet and growing more so as the mouth moves down your neck, kissing and nibbling on your collar bone, before finally taking your hard nipple into it. This time you do moan aloud as the tongue swirls and jabs, the light grazing of teeth. Those fingers were now rubbing that wonderful little nub hidden away down there. Your legs twitch as bolts of pleasure shoot through you. So close…you are so close, if only those fingers would move a little faster.


“Hey! The teacher’s talking to you!” The guy behind you jabs at you to get your attention. Your eyes fly open as you realize the entire class is looking at you. The teacher is glaring at you waiting for the answer to the question that he asked. And that damned hand decided right then and there to slip a finger inside you. Your eyes cross and you squeeze them shut as you try to find some sliver of control.


“Umm…I’m sorry Master…could repeat the...*small groan* question please?”


The teacher glares at you but concedes. You force yourself to pay attention even as you felt the hand sliding back and forth, the finger curling up to just graze that spot inside you. The palm rubbing up against your clitoris with just the right amount of friction.


“The question I asked was, “What weapon was considered to be a great revolutionary step for its use of a circuit loop to save power and striking force?””


You actually perk up this, since the answer was so obvious.


“Oh! The lig—” You trail off as a second finger is added and the hand starts to thrust into you hard.


“Yes...” The teacher drawls, staring at you impatiently. You screw your eyes shut as the fingers hit that spot over and over. You know you are about to cum so you blurt out the answer quickly to get everyone’s attention off of you.


“The lightsaber Master!”


“Humph…that is correct.” The teacher turns back around to the holovid as the rest of the class watches the history of the lightsaber. You bring you hand to your mouth as if you were stifling a yawn, but instead bite down on your knuckle as those fingers jabbed in and out. That tongue swirling over and over on your nipple. You nearly scream as your orgasm hits. You can feel your walls clamping down on the phantom fingers inside you as they continue to thrust in and out. Wave after wave rushes over you making you tremble like a leaf. Only after the pleasure fades do you realize that you’ve moaned aloud again as the people next to you give you odd glances. You twitch as the fingers withdraw and the mouth leaves your breast. You feel a tender kiss on you neck, then the phantom is gone. Closing your eyes, you concentrate on controlling you breathing, and to see if you can get any sense of who just ravished in the middle of class.


/Who in all the damned Force would do that to me...in the middle of Master Akel’s class no less! Everyone knows that he is the best at sensing interferences…WHO?!/


You growl in frustration and sit back up in your seat as your pants start to give you a wedgie. Only then do you notice that you didn’t have on any underwear… (It’s been a rough morning. Everyone forgets sometimes…*looks around worried*…don’t they?) And you know that you had your thong on when you went to bed last night.


/It wasn’t a dream!!!/ Your eyes widen in shock and you flush when you realize that you didn’t shield your outburst.


“Young padawan! I expect you to be grown up enough to pay attention in my classroom. And if you’re not, then to at least be able to shield your thoughts instead of screaming them to the entire class. Now thanks to you, you and your fellow students will have a 10 page report on how the use of crystals revolutionized the weapons industry.”


Death glares were thrown your way.


“And it will be due on my desk by Monday morning. *pause for students groans and more death glares* so yes, that means that you will have to work on it over the weekend. And the only way that I will excuse the absence of that report from my desk would be A. Masters Yoda and Windu decided to prance around in tutus, or B. You’re dead. And don’t think that going on a mission will excuse you; it will just be due within two days of your return. Class dismissed.”


You tried to melt into your chair as classmates walk by you wishing that looks could kill. Whimpering, you give them your best apologetic face.


“Maybe if I really beg Yoda…” You murmur to yourself as you collect your things and leave. Really wanting to leap into a black hole, you trudge to Master Sonj’ai’s tailor shop.


End Part Three
End Chapter One
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