The Shack

Summary: When Obi Wan Kenobi and Shaak Ti are trapped together, totally disconnected from the Force and Shaak's Tortuga instincts come knocking, it turns into a night neither with forget. Shaak X Obi Wan

A/N: First sex-type fic ever... XD

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It was pathetic.

Utterly pathetic.

Not one, but two jedi masters- both on the council- were stuck waiting to be picked up by a republic ship half a planet away. What was worse, of course, was the fact that the separatists knew the two unlucky masters were still in the area, and had decided to open fire in their predicted location, hoping to hit something, if not destroy everything. Oh, and there was the small matter of the jedi being completely severed from their connection to the force.

And Yoda had promised the winning of this planet would be simple.

It had all started well enough; the republic had the inhabitant’s support, and more firepower. So they thought. Unfortunately, the separatists had backup. A lot of backup. Like, four more full armies. As this backup erupted out of the planet’s earth (they were hidden underground, in cave systems behind republic lines), the Jedi’s fighting force was separated into tiny groups.

The two council members had some hope though, just before Obi Wan’s communicator cut out, he was able to contact Cody and give him their coordinates. Cody was fighting off a force that severely outnumbered him, but Obi Wan was certain that Cody would not only be able to fight off his opponents, but come down and get the jedi as well.

“Are you sure he’ll be able to pull it off, Master Kenobi?” Shaak Ti murmured to her companion whilst creeping through the underbrush behind him.
“I hope so,” Obi wan answered, “Cody is a g-”
An explosion cut him off.
“What are they trying to do?” Shaak whispered, “they’re going to destroy everything in this area if they continue- and this is good farmland to, it’s awful.”
Obi wan sighed, “they do want to destroy everything in this area, remember, because they want us dead, the rest is inconsequential. Look there!”
Shaak Ti looked.
“A shack?”
“Shelter for the night.”

Inside the two room shack, the two jedi sat, each quietly meditating, trying desperately to find the force. All they could find was an empty void. An unusually loud explosion brought the two back into their bodies.
“They’re getting closer.” Shaak hissed.
Obi Wan only nodded. He glanced at his communicator, wishing it would work. Not that it was broken completely; he just couldn’t send or receive messages. Cody could still track the unit to find them. Obi Wan stood, stretching his legs, back, and arms. His head barely brushed the ceiling. He glanced sidelong at his fellow jedi. The older Tortuga female looked distraught and nervous. Her eyes looked far away, and slightly glazed over, she was stroking her left lekku absently. He was a little shocked by her behavior, as Master Ti was known as one of the most stolid jedi in all of the order.
He returned to his sitting position.
“I’m sorry, Master Ti. I should not have requested your presence on this mission… I just thought padawan Ahsoka and Anakin would do well to learn something from you.”
She blinked once, her eyes coming back into focus.
“I know, I know,” she murmured, “I agreed to come, I thought it was a good idea for me to speak to the padawan… we are the same species and same gender, she will soon reach, um, shall I say, the apex of our species’ ‘puberty’…” her voice faded off again.
“Are you alright?” Kenobi asked gently.
She did not answer.
“Master Ti?”
Nothing.
“Master Ti?”
“Master Kenobi,” she mumbled, “how long have I known you?”
“A long time… I remember you as a padawan.”
“And I recall you as a youngling, Obi Wan.”
“Master Ti- ”
“Shaak, please, Shaak, I tire of this formality”
“Very Well. Shaak, are you feeling well? I have never seen you like this. It worries me.”
She looked up. Fear shining in her eyes, “I cannot find the Force. I cannot… I can’t…” She was clutching her lekku tightly.
“I can’t either. I don’t know what that gas was that those droids had, but it completely cut us off.” She nodded in response.
Another explosion, it was closer this time. Shaak stood suddenly in fright, her montrals striking the roof, she yelped in pain and fell back on her knees.
Obi Wan crawled toward her, reaching out to her, “Are you al-”
“I’m fine!” She snapped.
“Sorry” the younger master, retreating from the suddenly volatile Tortuga.
She sighed, her voice shaky, “I apologize, I’m tried”
“Me too,” he agreed, “we should try and sleep a bit.”
The Tortuga nodded just as another explosion shook the shack’s foundation.
“This thing is going to fall,” Obi Wan said, “We should try sleeping under that center doorway, it’s the safest place here.” She nodded. They each curled up on one side of the door frame.

Obi Wan fell asleep quickly. Shaak did not. What was that odd feeling that coursed through her when he approached her, she wondered. That odd electricity. She turned it over and over in her mind as she watched him sleep. She studied him closely, his strong face, light auburn hair, with a few scatted grays. Calloused fingers on large hands. Well defined, though not overly large muscles. Pale, soft skin. She wondered how it felt, warm, she imagined. Her throat was dry. Her heart beat unsteadily. He was amazing. Beautiful, strong, gentle…

she struck epiphany.

She was a freak of her species. Generally, she preferred to be solitary, though she wasn’t ever alone, not really. The Force was always there. But with the Force gone… her mind, her body was reverting into that of a true Tortuga. Communal in nature, loving the presence of others. And not just a Tortuga, a female Tortuga. An unmated, untouched female Tortuga without a pack of her own.
Instinct was screaming at her to mate, to create her own pack. Resistance was futile, each second her conscious, jedi self was being drowned by need, lust, terror. She struggled, fighting violently, but she was lost in the heat pooling between her legs. There was one final way to rid herself of the fire without disobeying the jedi code. She pressed herself into sleep, a restless, light sleep, but sleep all the same. Shaak prayed that when she awoke, the Force would be there, to help her imprison the hot, nymphomaniac inside her.

No such luck.

Mere hours later, an enormous explosion, closer than ever before, shook the shack, sending Shaak Ti leaping accross the door frame into Obi Wan. At first the nymphomaniac in her was silent, but as the man awoke suddenly to a Tortuga flying toward him, Shaak’s inner female tortuga stirred. He yawned and turned his blue eyes on her, sending a shiver down her spine.
“Much, much too close” he hissed. When he realized that other jedi had made no attempt to remove herself from his lap, he raised an eyebrow at her.
“Shaak, you look awful”
He continued, but Shaak Ti was no longer listening. I should have known, her mind said, he doesn’t want me, not at all, he thinks I’m ugly, gross, hideous…
“-aak, Shaak! Wake up!” He was shaking her. She looked at him, put her face in her hands and wept uncontrollably. His face suddenly softened.
“Don’t cry please, we’ll be ok.” He said gently, cradling her, confusion painted accross his face. His fingers brushing her red hand. She gazed up at him, as the unbearable heat returned to her center.
Shaak Ti, a jedi master, had disappeared completely.
Suddenly, she rocketed forward, and bit him on the junction between his neck and shoulder, he yelped and pushed her off of him, but it was too late. She had already released the mating aphrodisiac into his system.
Not that he was aware of this. All he knew was that she was watching him with crazed eyes, teeth red from his blood. Her predatory instincts had taken control, and she crept closer and closer. His heart was beating faster and faster. Each breath sharp and irregular.
“What… What did you do… to… me…?”
She was close now, he could feel her heated breath, and it was making him shiver. She reached out and touched his cheek lightly, as electricity shot through both of them. He leaned towards her, conscious mind gone. Coherent thought gone. Jedi no more, nothing but male and female. All he wanted was to touch this alluring creature before him. And he did.
Somehow, she ended up underneath him. He held her arms pinned at her sides and gently, gingerly, pressed his lips to her red and white forehead. Sweet, pleasurable ecstasy coursed through him. Then, their lips touched, cautiously, then bruising together. Tongues touched and the male moaned, the female whimpered, passion swallowing them up whole. The kiss was long, and when the two finally separated, they were breathless. The second kiss was more searing than the first. Then she found his neck. She nipped along it until she came to her first bite, and pressed her lips against it. He went wild; attacking her neck and lekku until he reached folds of fabric. Hissing, he fought to remove the horrid garment, yanking it off her body, as he gained access to her chest. Obi Wan kissed along her collar bone then downward until he reached the breast wrappings. Impatiently, he tore them off, then leaned back to inspect his prize. Medium sized twins greeted him, nipples hardened by exposure to cold air. Shaak Ti whimpered again, as the hunger in his eyes only heated up her lower half more.
He leaned back down and fondled her breasts with both tongue and fingers while one of her hands, now free, tugged at his clothing. He released her other hand and placed both hands on her breasts, his lips now dragging along her lekku and montrals. Her whining turned into low moans; she began to push off his jedi garb more violently. Disconnecting his hands from her chest, he removed his belt, lightsaber, tunic and surcoat quickly. The Tortuga licked her lips and kissed across and down his pale chest and stomach, tracing the muscles with her tongue. Upon reaching the hemline of his pants she brushed her fingers against the material, preparing to tear them off, but he laughed and pushed her back down against the dirt floor.
And unheard explosion echoed through the shack mingling with moans as Obi Wan returned to the Tortuga’s chest and stomach, giving her the same treatment he had received.
He striped her completely nude, and pulled back again to examine her. They stared at each other hungrily. Obi Wan licked his lips, pleased. He slowly lowered himself to her hips, the scent of her arousal wafting everywhere. He kissed along her lower stomach and down to her core. Pulling back, he blew gently on the tender flesh, she whined in response. He brought his fingers to the nether lips and thrust in his middle finger, pressing her clitoris with his thumb. She screeched in pleasure as he began to rotate the digits slowly, adding his index finger into her core.
“Faster” she commanded, and he was happy to comply. She rocked against him, moaning louder and louder until she finally reached her first orgasm. Juices spilled all over his hand as she cried out to the roof of the shack. He retracted his hand and lapped up the juices as she watched, heat pooling between her thighs again. She reached her own hand down to relieve the heat of her body herself, but he pushed her away, lowering his face to her core. He licked along oozing her slit slowly, before plunging his tongue directly into the core, ravaging her a second time. Her cries quickly became louder and louder as he brought her over the edge a second time. He lapped up the juices again, as she sat up shakily. He glanced up and crushed his lips against hers, letting her taste her own juices. She found the hem of his pants a second time and he smiled, pulling his boots of and helping her remove the remainder of his clothing.
Then, he laid her down again and finally thrust his member inside her, then pulled out slightly, only to thrust back in, and soon, a rhythm formed and their moans mingled gloriously. She wraped her legs and arms around him, pulling him closer to her, the beads of sweat on her red skin mingling with the sweat on his pale body.
“F-faster! H-H-Harder!” She panted.
“M-Mmmm” he responded, obeying her command. The cries only escalated until they came into each other in unison. Warmth, filling both of their bodies, exhaustion settling in. They shared one final searing kiss before collapsing into deep sleep.

The next morning, jedi masters Obi Wan Kenobi and Shaak Ti awoke in each other’s arms to the familiar presence of the Force. They said nothing, dressed, and meditated until Cody’s arrival. The night in the shack was never mentioned by either party again, as they both knew that it was really, truly, only instinct. Even though, sometimes, on cold, dark nights their hearts begged to differ.