Auld Lang Syne

Title: Auld Lang Syne

Author: Ginny Powell, aka merimom

Rating: NC-17

Setting: Pre-TPM. Obi is young but over the age of consent.

Archive: Sure, just tell me.

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Disclaimer: George owns freakin’ everything. I only have my fantasies.

Note: There are some references to the Jedi Apprentice book series that you won’t get if you haven’t read them. It won’t stop you from enjoying the smut, though.

Summary: An old acquaintance is brought to mind – and bed.

“There but for the Force go we,” Qui-Gon murmured. Beside him, his padawan, Obi-Wan Kenobi, nodded silently. Both stood for a long moment at the foot of their starship’s ramp, looking over the desolation that was Aramena. It had once been a green, flowering world, but all that had changed with the Ascension War. Now, forty years later, the planet was just beginning to support life again. The two Jedi had been sent to help set up the new government; really, to make sure the descendants of the idiots who had started the war didn’t cause any further problems.

“We should like to begin with an overfly,” Master Jinn finally said to the obsequious little man who hovered near his elbow. “Phoenix City, the Water Reclamation Plant, the fields.”

“Yes, sir, as you wish, sir,” the man, Harbet by name, responded, nodding vigorously. He had the unfortunate distinction to be the grandson of one of the principles of the War, so that, while he evinced none of the skills of a politician, he found himself thrust
into the politics of the Reclamation. “This way.”

The three crossed the dusty flatness of the landing site to a waiting hovercraft. It was large and covered against the smoggy air. They climbed in and Harbet began the tour.

An hour later, they had seen nearly all the signs of new habitation on the planet, and quite a few ruins of the old, and were nearing what had once been the polar region of the planet, but was now the most temperate zone. It had been chosen for the first
experiments in agriculture on the devastated world. It was obvious when they were near, as the nearly featureless dust beneath them began to turn to greenery, and then to lushness. Harbet brought them in for a landing beside a small group of huts in the midst of the reclaimed fields.

“Well, I can’t imagine where they could be,” Harbet said as they stepped from the transport to find no welcoming crowd. “Surely they saw us coming.”

“They are probably in the fields, working,” Obi-Wan put in. Too late he realized his voice was a touch too acerbic, and glanced at his Master, fearing a rebuke. Qui-Gon, however, seemed to be as tired of their tour guide’s stupidity as his padawan was, and merely smiled grimly.

Relieved, Obi-Wan began to scan the tall vegetation around them for signs of workers, trying to determine the best direction to search. There was no need, though, as a rustling could soon be heard approaching. A minute later, the green wall parted and a woman in dirty coveralls and a broad-brimmed hat emerged.

“Can I help you?” she asked, a bit impatiently, while she walked toward them, removing her gloves. When she was closer, she looked up, focusing her gaze on Qui-Gon, who had stepped forward.

“I was hoping we could help you,” the Master began, but he hadn’t gotten far when his Padawan stepped beside him.

“Millini?” Obi-Wan asked, his voice tinged with amazement.

“Obi-Wan!” she replied, the impatience that had been hardening her features dropping away as she stepped forward to embrace him. The hug was chaste, but intense, and it was only when they both realized their companions were watching them expectantly that they let go of each other and stepped back.

“What are you doing here?” the worker asked, her face beaming with happiness.

“We’ve been assigned to help with the instantiation of the government,” Obi-Wan answered, gesturing at Qui-Gon though
he only had eyes for Millini. “And you?”

“I’m in charge of agriculture for the whole planet.” Millini’s voice betrayed her pride in the task.

“Congratulations,” Obi-Wan replied sincerely. “Oh, um, you may remember Master Qui-Gon Jinn.” Belatedly, he realized there were points of order to be followed here.

“Of course,” Millini said smoothly, reaching to shake the tall Jedi’s proffered hand. “How could I forget.” The Master returned her warm smile.

“Master, this is Millini Harsan,” Obi-Wan continued. “We were Initiates together. She chose to join the Agri-C.” .” Obi-Wan emphasized the word “chose”, remembering how he had been less than willing when he had almost had to join Agri-Corps himself.

“Ah. I do believe I remember running into you a few times at the Temple,” said Qui-Gon warmly. “And how do you like your chosen
career?”

“I like it very much! This is my first major leshipship role, and a difficult task it is, but I enjoy a good challenge.”

The three stood smiling at each other until Harbet’s quavery vointeinterrupted.

“Master Jedi, sir, they are expecting you at the Governor’s House.”

“Oh, yes, of course, Harbet.” Qui-Gon seemed to consider a moment, then, “Obi-Wan, why don’t you spend the afternoon in the fields with Millini, see how things are going. If that is all right with you, Chief Harsan?”

“Certainly.” Her smile, already broad, became dazzling, a change not unnoticed by either Jedi.

“I will send a transport for you this evening, then.” Qui-Gon turned, but then stopped and leaned near his padawan. “I would be interested in her take on the political situation. As an outsider with a definite interest, she may be aware of things others would choose to conceal.”

“Yes, Master.” Obi-Wan nodded. He stood by Millini as his Master and Harbet reentered the transport and took off. When they were alone, Millini turned to him.

“I’ll introduce you to my workers,” she said. He nodded, and she gestured for him to follow her as she waded back into the undergrowth.

An awkwardness had grown between them as the initial surprise at seeing one another again wore off. But it soon melted away as, between being introduced to workers and filled in on the planet’s politics, Obi-Wan got Millini up to date on Temple gossip. By the timey hey had returned to Millini’s own work area, they were walking arm in arm and laughing about an incident when they’d accidentally soaked Master Yoda while playing in the Temple pool.

For an hour they worked together, preparing soil for new plantings. Millini explained that they didn’t simply have to plant, they had to recreate the entire ecosystem, from the microbes in the dirt, to pollinating insects, to, eventually, large herbivores. As they worked, the sun beat down wincrencreasing wrath, especially on Obi-Wan’s unprotected head. He was relieved when she declared that it was time for a break.

“We always spend the hottest two hours of the afternoon relaxing,” she told him as they walked back to the group of huts he had landed by earlier, to find the other workers drifting in from the fields, too. She led him to her hut. It was slightly larger than the
others, and inside consisted of little more than a sleeping palette and a desk with an access terminal. It was blessedly cooler inside than out. “Would you like something to drink?”

“Yes, please,” Obi-Wan said gratefully. While she rummaged in the small cooling unit, he cast about for a place to sit, his eyes wandering time and again to the bed.

“If you’re interested,” Millini said as she handed him a cold bottle, “my logs and all the Interim Government memos are on there.” She indicated the terminal.

“Yes, thank you.” He smiled as he took the drink, letting his fingers slide along hers, then sat at the desk and began to access the terminal.

For a few minutes they both drank and cooled off as Obi-Wan worked. Then from behind him, Millini spoke. “So, do you like being a Jedi? Is it as fulfilling as you hoped?”

“Oh, yes, even more so,” he answered without turning as he scanned some memos. “Qui-Gon and I have been on some amazing missions.”

“I wonder…” He heard her voice much closer behind him now. “I wonder if I made the right choice, leaving the Order. If you recall, I was hopeless with a lightsaber. But all the same, I miss mine. Could I…touch yours?”

“Of course,” Obi-Wan said sincerely, reaching to unhook his from his belt. “And I wouldn’t say you were hopeless. You were quite good at…other things.”

He meanmeant to say more, about her excellence in certain classes, her natural ability to meditate. But as he turned to hand the ‘saber to her, he discovered that she had removed her coveralls and hat, and stood before him in a set of rather brief underthings. The cute thirteen-year-old he’d known, he noticed now, had become a beautiful woman.

“Oh, thank you,” she said, taking the lightsaber with something akin to reverence. Cradling it in one hand, she trailed the fingers of the other down its length. “You’ve made some improvements,” she noted as she examined the weapon very closely. “It’s bigger
than I remember.”

“Yes,” Obi-Wan began, then had to cough, his throat suddenly dry. “Millini, you can’t possibly regret your choice. Look at the wonderful work you’re doing here.”

“True. But still, what might have been…” She gazed at the ‘saber a moment more, then handed it back to him decisively.

Obi-Wan took it without a word, his head filled with might-have-beens, too.

He looked down to clip the ‘saber back to his belt. When he looked up, she was standing very close.

“You should take off some of those hot clothes,” she said quietly, reaching out to run her fingers down the lapel of his tunic.

“All right,” he replied, and stood to do just that, hoping he was reading between her words correctly.

As though aware of his thoughts, she made herself clearer. “I can imagine what it must be like, being a Jedi, forming no…attachments.” They were standing very close, and she watched him intently as he peeled off his tunics. “I can abide by that.”

He looked up, met her eyes. Then his gaze slipped down, seemed to caress her entire body. When his eyes met hers again, there was a new intensity in them.

“Millini, may I kiss you?”

“You’d better.”

They were smiling as their lips met, but their faces soon warmed into expressions of passion as the kiss deepened. As their tongues found and explored each other, their hands came up to caress the bare skin of each other’s backs. While the cool hut had allowed him to begin to relax, Obi-Wan now found his heart was beating faster again. Under his fingers, he thought he felt Millini’s do the same.

“Oh, Obi-Wan,” Millini murmured as she pressed herself to him and found the evidence of his desire for her against her stomach. Her fingers couldn’t get enough of the muscles they felt rippling on his back as his arms went around her.

Obi-Wan dipped his head to her throat, tasted a drop of sweat that was rolling down her neck. When he whispered her name against her skin, his mouth and tongue moved in interesting ways, and she shivered despite the heat.

His hands were on her back, but he made no move to remove her tank top. Figuring he was waiting for her to make the next move, she let her own hands drop to the waistband of his trousers. Dipping her thumbs under the fabric, she circled his entire waist,
finding and undoing the button, before beginning to draw the pants slowly down his hips. He moaned and hugged her tightly for a moment before stepping back to allow her better access.

Millini smiled suggestively and maintained eye contact as she maneuvered the garment ever downwards. It soon became apparent that he wore nothing underneath, and Millini found her gaze drawn to the eager erection that sprang from its constraints. Her eyes
grew wide, she licked her lips, and without warning, she was suddenly on her knees before him.

While her hands continued to undress him, her tongue came out to taste the drop of liquid that glistened at the tip of his cock. Above, Obi-Wan groaned appreciatively. Not quite satisfied, she circled the head, dipping her tongue underneath the taut foreskin. Obi-Wan moaned louder and brought a gentle hand down to stroke her hair. Pulling back, Millini smiled smugly up at him.

In the blink of an eye, he was on his knees, too, kissing her deeply. Now that he was sure of what she wanted, he wasted no time, but slipped his hands under the fabric of her top. As he urged it up, his hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs rubbing across the
nipples. Millini gasped at the sensation as her areolas puckered immediately, breaking their kiss and allowing her top to be removed over her head. As the material slid off her arms, Obi-Wan urged her onto her back.

Her shoulders hit the palette, but the floor was rough on her lower back. “I think we’d be more comfortable about a meter that way,” she advised breathlessly, pointing.

Obi-Wan looked up at her, let the nipple he’d been suckling slide out of his mouth, nodded. Rising off of her, he turned to remove his boots while she shimmied fully onto the mattress. When he turned back, he looked her up and down and smiled with such satisfaction that Millini felt a rush of blood to her groin. Then he got on all fours and began to crawl up her body, a feral look in his eyes, and the throb between her legs was almost more than she could bear.

Thankfully, he seemed to know what she wanted. Rather than resume his suckling, he stopped at her waist and let his tongue dip into her belly button as his hands found the waistband of her panties. As she had done, he urged tdowndown her hips slowly, maintaining eye contact until they had reached her thighs. Moving aside, he pulled them down her legs and off in a moment, and was right back on her, his clean-shaven cheek nuzzling the soft curls he had found.

The way he was straddling her, she couldn’t spread her legs without his cooperation. He made her wait an interminable while as he pet the tops of her thighs, then had pity on her. Shifting his knees, he made room for her as his handsed hed her legs apart. She needed no coaxing, though, and soon was spread open before him.

She looked down to watch and met his mystically-colored eyes, now mostly pupil. His breath was warm on her throbbing flesh and she wriggled in anticipation. Then his tongue was on her, and she couldn’t help but throw her head back and cry out her pleasure at the sensation.

Force, but that’s good, she thought, as Obi-Wan did things to her that she had only experienced in her fantasies. While Agri-Corps had no draconian rules about relationships like the Jedi, her meteoric rise through the ranks had left
her little time to pursue any. And even when she’d had brief affairs, the men had seemed somehow lacking. Congratulating herself on taking advantage of this unexpected opportunity, she concentrated on letting Obi-Wan know just how much she was enjoying his ministrations.

“Yes, just like that,” she breathed, as his to fli flicked across her labia just the way she liked. Then she felt a fingertip, wet with her juices, circle her entrance, and the combination was even better. “Oh, yeah!”

Obi-Wan smiled but did not disturb the rhythm of his tongue. He loved bringing a woman pleasure this way, listening to her enjoyment, tasting her excitement. The opportunity to do so presented itself far too seldom, what with the traveling and strictures of the Order. Congratulating himself on taking advantage of this unexpected opportunity – and making a mental note to thank Qui-Gon profusely – he concentrated on bringing Millini to ecstasy.

He had not long to wait. His expert attentions rapidly brought her to breathless, twitching, hair-snatching heights. As Millini’s hips thrust and spasmed, Obi-Wan did not release her, but continued to place the most gentle kisses upon her and lave her with the
very tip of his tongue. It was minutes before she stopped bucking and lay still, though trembling, and he placed a final kiss on her mons.

“Obi,” she breathed, barely audibly. “Come here.” And she urged him upward with her hands. He obeyed, slithering up her body, slick with sweat, until his face hovered over hers.

She opened heavy-lidded eyes and smiled tiredly, then pulled him down for a surprisingly enthusiastic kiss. Her tongue thrust into his mouth, then teased his into following it back into hers, echoing what she apparently wanted from him.

“Aren’t you supposed to be resting at this time of day?” he teased when they parted for air.

“Shut up and fuck me,” she rejoined boldly.

Obi-Wan smiled, thinking that her assertiveness, and her vocabulary, had not changed much during their time apart. “As you wish.” And lowering his body onto hers, he placed himself at her opening and slowly pushed inside.

She was welcomingly warm and wet, and amazingly tight around him. They both groaned their pleasure at the fit. When he was completely sheathed, he paused to rest his weight on his elbows so that he could use his hands to touch her shoulders, her hair, her
face. He felt her legs wrap around him, tilting her pelvis to admit him just a little deeper. Sighing at the delight of it all, he ground against her, reveling in the feel of her.

His body cried out for him to do more, though. And so he pulled out partway and slid back in. As he did so, she thrust up to meet him. The intensity of their meeting was so overwhelming, he nipped at the skin he’d been nuzzling as a moan of pure pleasure was torn from his throat. Millini’s hands clawing on his back seemed to indicate she was enjoying herself, too.

Again he pulled out and thrust back, seized with an uncontrollable urge to go faster, harder. He tried to fight it, to take it slow and easy, but the way Millini’s body was moving underneath him only added to the compulsion. So, gradually, he increased the pace, and as she met him thrust for thrust, eventually he ceased fighting it and let himself pound into her.

He had thought the sensations overwhelming before, but they continued to grow in intensity until he thought he could not bear it, and yet could not bear for it to stop. Then finally, suddenly, his climax ripped through him like lightning. Fireworks burst behind
his tightly shut eyes as wave after wave of pleasure coursed down his spine. It was only as though from a great distance that he heard and felt Millini experiencing her own pleasure peak underneath him.

His hips seemed to be moving of their own accord, milking every last drop of gratification from his tingling body. But eventually they slowed and then stopped, and he lay panting, softly kissing the shoulder beneath his lips.

Millini sighed happily and let her arms fall over her head. “Now we can rest,” she declared.

Obi-showshowed his agreement by rolling off of her and curling up with one arm thrown over her. Both lovers
closed their eyes.

But neither seemed to be able to sleep. Despite their tiredness and contentment, each found themselves peeking through one eye at the other, as though making sure they were real. Their hands stroked at any reachable flesh, continuously reassuring. Millini
gave up the pretense first.

“I had a crush on you, you know,” she said, breaking the silence. “Since I was ten.”

“Really?” It was not an incredulous word, but more an acceptance, as he gazed with unfocused eyes at the wall, remembering moments from their past. Moments which, in retrospect, were very revealing. “So that’s why we seemed to run into each other so often. Being a year apart, we should have had very different schedules.”

“Yes, and I got in trouble many times for it, but I managed to ‘spontaneously’ show up where you were quite often.”

“Hmm.” Obi-Wan wanted to say that he’d secretly pined for her, too, but it would have been a lie; the reality was that he’d been an eleven-year-old boy, too dense to notice what was right in front of his face.

“You’re why I ended up with Agri-Corps, too.” This time Obi-Wan did look surprised. “When you were sent away, after…” A moment too late, Millini realized it might be painful to bring up how Qui-Gon had at first rejected Obi-Wan. She glanced worriedly at him, but he just squeezed her reassuringly, and she went on. “Anyway, I looked into joining Agri-Corps just so I could follow you. By the time I heard that Qui-Gon had accepted you after all, I had already made my decision.”

“Millini, I’m sorry.”

“What? There’s nothing to be sorry about; I told you I love working for Agri-Corps.”

“No, not that. I’m sorry I never answered your letter.” For he had just remembered that she had sent a letter from herst rst Agri-Corps posting and he had tossed it aside with little thought. “I meant to, but-”

“Oh, don’t be silly. I should never have sent it. You were busy. I was busy.”

“Still, perhaps I should…make it up to you.” His hand, which had been aimlessly circling her belly, came up to stroke at the underside of a breast.

Millini chuckled. “You just did.” She rolled onto her side so she could kiss him. “Perhaps I should be thanking you. After all, without you, I would never have found my calling.” And kissing him again, she pushed him onto his back and let one hand trail down his belly.

“You don’t have to-” Obi-Wan began when they came up for air.

“But I want to,” she whispered back. Then she was kissing her way down his chest, her hand having already found his reawakening cock.

Her face reached his groin, and she took the semi-turgid organ completely into her mouth. She could feel it growing, hardening, as she sucked gently, teasing the tip with her tongue. When it had reached its full girth and length, she could no longer hold it all
in her mouth, so she brought one hand up to hold it at the base while molding her lips around the shaft and bobbing her head. With her other hand, she cupped and pet his balls.

Obi-Wan sighed and moaned as she worked, one hand stroking her hair, the other trailing down her back. She was lying on her stomach, their bodies forming a T, and he could not quite reach her hip. So he shifted a little, rotating until his hand cupped her
buttock firmly. As she dipped her head to nibble up and down the sides of his saliva-slick cock, he squeezed his hand, then reached just a little farther to slide his fingertips between her legs.

She parted her thighs to accommodate his touch and made an encouraging noise in her throat as she took his erection deep into her mouth again. She had thought she was sated, but the feel of his fingers gently stroking her cleft quickly negated that theory. In this position, he had no access to her clitoris, but concentrated instead on the sensitive patch of skin between her vagina and anus, swirling his fingers in enticing patterns. Millini squirmed and spread her legs a little wider.

With the hand at the base of his penis, Millini began to stroke upward, just over the rim, and back down, as her tongue worked on the tip. Obi-Wan seemed to like it, as what she had thought was his fully-erect organ grew even bigger and harder in her grasp. In
case she needed more evidence of his excitement, he chose that moment to slip one well-lubricated finger inside her.

She gasped, letting the head of his cock slip from her mouth and rub against her soft cheek. Encouraged, he pulled his long finger nearly out before slipping it deep inside her again. Sighing her enjoyment, she took him in her mouth again, picking up the pace of her stroking just a little.

Though one of his fingers was engaged, the others did not rest. The other fingers reached down to caress her vulva, while the thumb continued to pet her perineum. Or it least it did for a while. Slowly, though, it moved upward until-

“Unh,” Millini said through her mouthful, as she felt the tip of Obi-Wan’s thumbde ide into her ass. Immediately, the thumb was withdrawn. With a wet sound, she released his cock and turned wide eyes on his apologetic face. “That wasn’t a bad ‘Unh.’”

“Oh,” he replied, smiling. “Good.” And very gently, the thumb resumed its exploration.

Millini’s eyes closed as she savored the unfamiliar but quite enjoyable sensation. Making encouraging noises in her throat, she arched her back, pressing up against the invading thumb, gradually taking it in as far as it would go. Then she rocked her hips,
causing both digits to move in and out of her at once in short thrusts. Obi-Wan soon got the idea and began to move his hand, allowing her to relax and enjoy.

She realized that she had been neglecting his pleasure as she discovered hers, and endeavored to correct that. Taking him in her mouth again, she took his as deep as she could, letting her saliva coat him thoroughly, then b to to stroke him with her hand
in time with his own thrusts into her.

As their pleasure built, her tempo increased, but his hand stubbornly continued its gentle in and out motion. It felt so good to be filled in all three orifices at once, but she wanted even more. She began to rock her hips again, silently begging Obi-Wan to press deeper, faster. He complied, but still his movements were too gentle. As she felt his balls begin to tighten under her hand, she cried out.

“Harder! Faster! Yes!”

A second finger joined the first in her canal, and all three began to piston in and out of her obligingly. Keening her approval, she returned her eager mouth to the waiting cock before her with a new vigor. Timing her strokes with his, she lined her fingers up along the sensitive cord on the underside of his erection and rubbed firmly.

His sac became taut under her palm, and a moment later warm ejaculate filled her mouth. Swallowing hastily, she continued to milk him as her own climax reached its peak. Her hips bucked against his fingers while at the same time she could feel him throbbing under her caressing hands. By silent consent, they both continued to stimulate each other, slowly tapering their movements until they lay still, breathing heavily.

When she felt she could move, Millini raised her head just enough to allow the softening organ to slip from her mouth. Obi-Wan, taking this as a signal, carefully removed his still-embedded fingers. Both sighed their mixed regret and relief at the cessation of sensation.

It was another few minutes before Millini could gather the energy to roll over and make her way to Obi-Wan’s side. He met her halfway, parts of both their bodies hanging off the sides of the too-small bed. They didn’t care, all they cared about now was resting. Millini’s head snuggled on Obi-Wan’s shoulder, his arms around her, they slipped into well-earned slumber.

The sound of voices and footsteps outside the hut roused them an unknown time later.

“It must be time for dinner,” Millini said tiredly as she felt Obi-Wan stir beside her. He grunted, not quite awake. “I’ll be expected.”

Understanding dawning, he yawned, nodded, and sat up. “My transport should be here soon, too.”

It was her turn to nod and sit up. Both reached for their discarded clothing, dressing with their backs turned. Millini, whose coveralls provided a simpler ensemble, was done first and turned to watch Obi-Wan as she smoothed her hair. No wonder the Agri-Corps
guys never seem good enough, she sighed internally as Obi-Wan’s Jedi-honed body disappeared beneath his tunic. Though I didn’t know it, I was waiting for him all the time.

Obi-Wan finished dressing and, when he saw Millini watching him, smiled and stepped over the bed to kiss her.

“You know,” he said as he nuzzled her nose with his, “it may take quite a while to set up the government. Weeks, months maybe.”

“Um-hmmm,” Millini purred encouragingly, letting her body melt against his.

“I could perhaps persuade Qui-Gon that more study of the agricultural progress is needed.”

“I would like that.”

They held each other a while longer, reluctant to let go for what might be the last time. But eventually they had to and, hand-in-hand, they stepped out into a somewhat cooler evening. Millini started to tug Obi-Wan toward the eating area, but they had hardly
taken a step when they both heard the rumble of engines and, looking up, saw a transport swooping overhead. With a last squeeze of their joined hands, they separated and turned their feet toward the landing craft.

“Obi-Wan, Chief Harsan,” Qui-Gon called from the opening portal of the transport. “I trust you had a productive afternoon?”

“Yes, Master.” Obi-Wan turned to Millini, a bit at a loss for words.

“Goodbye, Obi-Wan. It was very nice to see you again.”

“And you, Millini. Goodbye.”

He turned and entered the craft and, with a last wave, pulled the door down. Millini waved back, and then watched as the ship rose, pivoted, and headed for the City. When it was out of sight, she turned, and with a smile and a sigh, headed to dinner.

THE END