~*~

"Can I talk to you for a moment?"

Your hand already on the doorknob you pause, a sinking feeling in your stomach that you know exactly what your boss is going to say.

"Of course, Master Windu," you reply calmly, turning around and smiling at the tall Jedi, willing every bit of power possible into your elementary shields. ::You don't know my secret, you don't know my secret, I'm not sleeping with your friend's Padawan, please, please, please let me go.:: The thoughts echo around in your head as Mace continues to simply watch you.

"You know that it's difficult for an untrained Force sensitive to hide conscious thoughts from Jedi," Mace finally says, his eyes never leaving yours.

It wasn't a question, so you chose to simply stand your ground, neither agreeing nor disagreeing. The chances that your secret remained your secret after an entire day of working elbow to elbow with the powerful Jedi is slim--but some part of you hoped that he wouldn't bring it up.

"Don't be so nervous," Mace finally says, breaking out into a smile. "You're not doing anything wrong."

"But--protocol--" you snap your mouth shut before you say anything else, but it was enough for Mace.

"You're not breaking protocol and you know it," Mace replied. "And even if your mind hadn't been leaking left and right, Qui-Gon found out somehow and told me. So both of us know, and neither of us disapprove."

"But--"

"Obi-Wan is waiting outside for you. I told him you were almost done for the day. I believe he was going to show you around the Temple."

"But--"

"And he was looking rather anxious, now that I think about it. You'd better hurry along."

"But--"

"That's the third time you've said that," Mace says with a smile. "I wonder what's on your mind."

"Master Windu!" Try as you do to be offended, you just can't seem to be angry with your exasperating boss. "I--I'm not sure what I should say."

"Then get out there before your padawan friend explodes." Mace gives you a gentle little shove. "And next time you're in for the day, I expect the have the entire story of how you two met. Qui-Gon said that Obi-Wan muttered something about a bet and a bar--though he wouldn't say much more."

"It's an . . . an interesting story." For some reason you're not surprised that Obi-Wan failed to pass on the story of how you two were entwined naked in your bed not a half an hour after exchanging greetings.

You blush even redder as Mace chuckles, and you spare a few moments to pray that he hadn't picked up that stray thought. "Go and meet him, my dear. He's very anxious."

Gathering up the shreds of your dignity, you flee Mace's laughing eyes.

Obi-Wan is standing outside the door as promised, shifting impatiently as he glances back and forth between a chrono and the door you're currently exiting from.

He's at your side in a moment, one hand landing possessively on your lower back. You smile as his eyes dart around the hallway, looking to see if anyone is close enough to see you.

"I think we're alone--" It's as far as you get before lips land on yours, warm and familiar, caressing slowly in a gentle rhythm.

"I missed you," he whispers, the hand on your lower back beginning to push you into moving as he pulls back, dropping another kiss on your forehead. "I really did."

"So did you save the world on your great big secret mission?" you ask lightly, leaning into him as his hand sneaks around your waist and pulls you more tightly against him.

"A very small part of it," he replies, voice low. The hand at your waist is tugging idly on your clothing, sneaking under your shirt for a brief caress against warm skin. Looking up, you recognize the look in his eyes.

It's the one he gets before the two of you spend a long, long night with little clothing and lots of moaning.

"A little anxious there, aren't you lover boy?" Smiling you curl your fingers into his, purring slightly. "How far away is your room? And is that pesky Master around to bother us . . ."

"Too far, and yes." Before you can blink his hands are locked around your waist, pushing you sideways as you squeal in protest.

The next thing you know, your back is shoved up against the wall of a . . .

"The /broom closet/?" you gasp, trying to hold back giggles.

In the faint light he looks slightly offended. "You have a problem with this?"

"It's so . . . so . . ." biting your hand, you try to control your laughter. "It's so overdone!"

He's there suddenly, pressing into you. "Maybe there's a reason," he purrs, mouth coming down to press a heated kiss to the side of your neck. "Have you ever explored the erotic qualities of a broom closet?"

"Not lately," you gasp, tilting your head back to give Obi-Wan better access. "I prefer elevators. Why, is this something you make a practice of?"

"Hardly," is the soft response, almost smothered by your gasp as you feel teeth grasping your earlobe. "But there's always a good time for experimentation."

"We could at least get a jump start," you purr, hands tangling in his hair. "I've been a long time without my beloved Jedi and his oh-so useful stamina."

"Well then." You can feel fingers fumbling at the clasps on your breeches, and you inhale sharply as long fingers push down your hips, shoving your pants down with them.

"Don't waste much time, do you?" you gasp, shuddering as you feel warm lips on your stomach, just above the line of your thin underwear. You feel his lips curve into a smile as his tongue dips into your navel, circling slowly and driving a gasp from you.

"May I?" he purrs, fingers already hooking into the waistband on your underwear. He has it half way down your thighs before you gasp out permission, letting your head fall back against the door as you feel his breath caressing you.

"What do you want?" he breathes softly, leaning forward to press a kiss against your hip. "What have you missed."

"You." Reaching down, you run slow fingers through his short hair, one hand twisting in his braid and using the end to tickle his eyebrow. "Anything you have to give me."

One thumb swipes slowly through your folds as he presses an open mouthed kiss to your hip, tongue swirling around the skin in intricate patterns. You gasp at how aroused you already are, your hips jerking forwards as he reaches up to circle your clit carefully.

He's on his feet suddenly, fingers still teasing at you lightly as his lips come down to possess yours in a breathtaking kiss, drawing your soul out of you and laying it before you. It always shocks you when Obi-Wan makes the change from Jedi to Lover . . . the calm, composed demeanor slipping away to reveal a passionate man.

He growls deep in his throat, pulling back to suck on your lower lip. "Can I make you come for me? Please . . . let me do this."

"What you want . . . anything is yours." The words come out on a gasp as your hips press into his hand again, his twisting thumb having recentered on your throbbing bundle of nerves.

One last kiss across you neck and he's sinking to his knees again, both hands wrapping around your hips and pressing you slowly back against the wall.

Before you can say anything else, his mouth is on you, destroying any chance you have at coherency.

Your head crashes back into the wall as his tongue snakes up your center, drawing a harsh cry from you that you barely muffle against one hand. The fingers on your hips begin to dig in as your hips try to jerk closer to him, your entire body crying out for something more substantial than the teasing touches he's giving you.

For a few moments he simply plays, light touches and caresses, his tongue twirling in seemingly random patterns that drive you closer and leave you hanging. His hands are like iron around your waist, pressing you tightly into the wall as he slowly--so slowly--deepens his caresses.

Your body goes taut as his lips find your nub, wrapping around it and sucking slowly. The hand on his head tightens as you throw the other hand back, trying to brace your trembling body against the wall.

He pulls back slightly and breathes on you, the cool air causing your body to shudder as you try to rock your hips forward. "Please . . ." you whimper, too distracted to truly appreciate the low growl in his throat as he brushes another soft kiss against your hip.

Both of you are making strangled noises now, his low and husky, yours simply pleading. One of his hands slides from your waist to dip between your legs, and you take advantage of your freedom to press your hips into him. He lets out a low groan, his tongue picking up speed as long fingers begin to stroke you.

It's the beginning of the end. You stare down, meeting the bluish green eyes that peer up at you hazily, and you are helpless to deny the command in their depths.

Throwing your head back and muffling your cries against your mouth, you come in dizzying waves, his lips and tongue and fingers trailing you along as you sink deeper and deeper into pleasure.

You slide down the wall slowly, coming to rest trembling in his arms, head falling bonelessly to nestle into his neck. Hands stroke your back in smooth, comforting circles, his lips caressing your ear softly.

"Hey there, babygirl," he whispers finally, cupping your chin with his fingers and lifting your face. "Are you still with me?" You lazily open your eyes, smiling slowly as the hands on your back slowly still, pulling you closer to him.

"Always with you," you murmur. "Just--"

"Yes?" The fingers are moving again, lazy caresses across your back and shoulders.

"Can we go somewhere other than the broom closet?"

He stares at you for a few moments before chuckling lowly. "I suppose. Maybe we should put your pants back on first."

Climbing to not-so-stable feet, you shoot him a look. "You took 'em off, you can put 'em back on, Braidboy."

"Of course," he responds, smiling at you in a way you long ago learned meant danger.

Somehow, he manages to make putting your pants on twice as erotic as getting them off was.

~*~
Part 2
~*~

You walk slowly towards the lift, enjoying time to just be with Obi-Wan. His fingers are entwined with yours, both of your hands hidden in the depths of his robe. Obi-Wan points out various points of interest as you walk, pausing once or twice to introduce you to some friend or teacher.

He seems so restrained--so calm and focused. It's hard to reconcile the man you see before you with the man who loves you so passionately that neither of you can stand for hours afterwards . . .

He must have caught that thought, because he's suddenly making excuses to the elderly teacher he was speaking to, his fingers tightening on yours. "Don't tease," he whispers low in your ear as he steers you towards the lift. "You realize we have to get through a polite dinner with my Master before he takes himself off for the evening and gives us some privacy."

"I know," you respond sweetly. Catching his eyes, you shoot him the most provocative thought you can muster, involving sweaty bodies entwined on black silk . . . and throwing the sound of skin sliding against skin and low moans in for good measure.

He's good, is your Jedi, but not that good. Despite his best efforts not to react, his eyes go wide and his cheeks acquire a definite pink tinge. Smiling sweetly, you proceed him into the lift.

He stalks towards you the minute the door closes. Bracing one hand on either side of your head, he leans down until his face is level with yours. "It's not nice to play nasty," he murmurs, eyes boring into yours. "How do you like it when /I/ do it?"

Before you can blink you're bombarded with images--Obi-Wan, hovering over you and thrusting into you repeatedly, chest heaving. Yourself, straddling his thighs and riding him hard. Both of you stretched out on the floor, rolling over as you struggle to touch ever part of each other. Your hands grasping his hips as you stare up at him, sliding your lips down the length of his erection . . .

You both groan as you echo that picture back at him, adding your own desire to the mix. Before he can stop you you're on your knees, fingers trembling in your haste to undo the ties on his breeches.

"Someone is going to catch us," he grates out, his protests lost in a low moan as your fingers free his aching flesh, dancing up the length with practiced skill. Smiling up at him, you run one finger slowly up the underside, fingernail tickling him gently.

"You'd better do something about it then," you purr, darting your tongue out to lick at the crown. "Now, lover boy."

His hand comes crashing down on the controls, fingers groping until he finds the small switch for the emergency stop. The lift comes grinding to a halt halfway between floors, the lights flickering once.

"Ooooh, a stalled elevator." Smiling up at him, you brush another kiss to the tip of his straining hardness. "Dare I say this is even /more/ overdone than the broom closet?" Smiling, you press an open mouthed kiss to his hip, in the same place he always kisses you.

"Everyone says they do it, but I bet no one does," he replies, voice harsh as his head falls against the wall, his hands barely holding him up. "But if you don't get along with it, someone is going to come rescu--aaaaahhhhh . . ."

His head snaps back as you part your lips, catching he tip of his erection in your mouth and sucking vigorously. One of your hands locks on his hips, trying to steady him, as the other wraps slowly around his shaft. Pulling back slightly you blow on the wet head, laughing softly as he groans. "Please--"

"Please what?" you purr, running fingertips up his length again before letting your tongue snake out to circle the weeping crown again.

"Please . . . su--suc---nnnnnhhhh . . ." His head falls against the wall again as you surge down over his length, swallowing as much as possible before pulling back, running your tongue over the underside. "Just let me--make me--" his voice is harsh and gasping, one of his hands flying from the wall to tangle in your hair. "Please."

"I suppose we'll be late for dinner if I don't," you murmur, looking up for a few moments to savor the vision of Obi-Wan, fully clothed except for his breeches hanging open, face clenched in need as his chest heaves, his braid swinging back and forth. He's beautiful in passion--a leashed animal waiting to pounce.

Smiling, you curl your other hand around his hip and surge forward again, swallowing him to the root.

It took you a long time to learn to perfect this--and although Obi-Wan had laughingly tried to divert you from your quest, you had done your damndest to learn how to please him as much as he pleased you.

His harsh groans as his hips twitch in your hands are all the reward you'll ever need. Tightening the muscles on your throat carefully, you pick up speed until Obi-Wan is whimpering, his hips thrusting towards you in tiny circles.

Reaching out to him with your mind, you send him a picture of how he looks to you now, laced with the desire you feel for him. You feel his mind reaching back, wrapping you expertly in it's embrace as he accepts your feelings into him, sending back love and care as he trembles against you.

A low growl deep in his throat and explodes, your name spilling off of his lips as his hips twitch. Swallowing hastily, you drink him down, reveling in his soft moans.

This time it's him sliding slowly to the ground, wrapping you in trembling arms and pulling you close. You press a kiss against his cheek, smiling as he turns his head to capture your lips with his own. "Thank you," he whispers softly, pulling back slightly. You both sit for a while, reveling in the soft feeling of togetherness.

"Aren't we supposed to be at dinner?" you ask finally, caressing his flaccid length one last time with gentle fingers. You let out a startled groan when it stirs slightly, and you shoot Obi-Wan an accusing look. "No! Don't even /think/ about it," you growl. "We're already holding up the lift and we're late for dinner. You're uncontrollable sex drive is going to get us into trouble some day."

"You love it," he replies cockily, rising to his feet and readjusting his pants carefully. You smile as you rise to your knees, pressing your open mouth the not-quite bulge in his pants, smiling as it becomes significantly more pronounced.

"Dinner," he mutters, looping his hands around your arms and dragging you bodily to your feet. "Dinner with my Master."

"You'd better strap it in then, fly boy," you purr, pressing a slow kiss to his chin. "And start the lift again before they send in the Jedi Rescue Squads."

Blushing slightly, Obi-Wan reaches over and pushes the switch to start the lift again. "They don't have Jedi Rescue Squads," he mutters, reaching out and pulling you back so that you're leaning against him.

"That's too bad," you murmur. "It'd be nice to be able to call some number and have a hoard of hunky Force users show up to save you. Make a lot of lonely nights a whole lot warmer."

"You still have lonely nights?" Obi-Wan asks archly, his arms tightening around your waist. "That's something I'll have to take care of. Starting tonight."

"Ooooh, is that a promise?"

"No, that's a threat." Leaning down, Obi-Wan latches onto an earlobe. "By the time I'm done with you, you won't know the difference between night and day."

"I can hardly wait," you drawl, reaching back to run a finger over the bulge still evident. "And neither can you, it seems."

Obi-Wan just growls.

~*~
Part 3
~*~

Qui-Gon Jinn is a sadist. You're convinced of it.

"Very interesting," Obi-Wan mutters in response to some comment from his Master, his fingers tightening around yours in impatience. Qui-Gon simply smiles, leading you down yet /another/ strange garden path, pointing out various flowers and trees as he goes.

You've been wandering the garden for almost an hour now, an hour which you would have much rather spent curled around Obi-Wan with far less clothing between you. Maybe a little whimpering moaning in place of all this talk of horticulture.

But Qui-Gon, damn him, doesn't seem to want to leave the two of you alone.

You shoot Obi-Wan another look of impatience, digging your fingernails into his wrist lightly. He stares back helplessly, shrugging one shoulder almost imperceptibly. Qui-Gon's smile grows wider, and any illusion you had that he was unaware of the inconvenience of his presence vanishes.

Blue eyes twinkle at you as he takes another turn, this one leading down a path so narrow that you're forced to drop back behind Obi-Wan, the path too small to accommodate both of you.

Obi-Wan stops so suddenly that you run into his back. His hands grasp yours quickly, drawing your arms around him and pulling you tightly against his back. Too short to see over his shoulder, your vision narrows suddenly to the brown nubby fabric of his robe.

Oh well. Pressing your cheek into the fabric, you inhale the scent of him. It doesn't look like you're going to be getting much more than that for a while, so you might as well enjoy it.

You're surprised by Obi-Wan's sudden chuckle, followed by soft murmured words. Standing on your tip toes, you catch Qui-Gon smiling at both of you before turning and disappearing down a different path.

"Obi-Wan?"

"He's a sly one, my Master." The hands gripping yours release you, and you duck under his arm and turn to face him.

"What is going on here?" His eyes are almost unnaturally bright, and for a few moments you feel like you've been caught in the middle of a supernova. Your fingers tighten into his robe as you sway forwards.

"We're going to get naked," Obi-Wan says slowly, fingers sliding up to coax your shirt over your head. "And then we're going to make wet, slippery love until you can't remember your own name."

"Oh." It's the most intelligent thing you can come up with as your shirt is dropped casually to the ground, your thin undershirt following just as quickly. "Uhh--outside?"

"Hot spring," Obi-Wan purrs, warm hands sliding up to your shoulders and turning you around before pulling your back flush against his chest.

Your mouth falls open as you stare at the small clearing in front of you. The underbrush is well grown, shielding the small pool from view from three sides. The fourth side is a set of wide stairs, carved into the rock and leading into the gently steaming water.

"Meditation pools," Obi-Wan says in answer to your unspoken thought. "Also used for other purposes, though no Jedi would ever admit it outloud."

"You just did," you murmur, your voice coming out slightly strangled as you feel the long fingers trailing down the skin of your stomach to settle at the ties of your pants.

"I'm just a Padawan," he replies, his mouth startlingly close to your ear. "I don't know better."

Any response you would make is swept away in a low moan as one hand slides down your stomach, long fingers sweeping slowly through your wetness. He lets out a rumbling groan, teeth sinking into your earlobe.

"Can we get to the naked part now?" you gasp out, hips pressing forward against the hand trapped in your clothing. He chuckles lowly, tongue slowly tracing up the shell of your ear. Instead of responding, he brings his other hand down to untie the laces on your breeches, the teasing fingers between your legs never slowing.

You're naked before long, pressed back against the firm length of his body as he continues to slowly caress you. "I could do this forever," he murmurs into your ear. "Feeling you moving against me . . . hearing those noises you make. I love it."

Your hand comes to grip his forearm, fingers sliding down until they meet the hand buried between your legs. Coaxing his hand away slowly, you turn to face him. The sun has long since set on this side of Coruscant, and buried as far in the Temple's artificial garden as you are, the city lights are barely visible. You can see his eyes in the near dark, glinting as they slide over your naked and highly aroused body.

"In order to make wet slippery love successfully, we should both be naked," you drawl, fingers grasping his belt and tugging softly. It slides into your hands fluidly, hitting the ground with a soft thud as you begin tugging on his sash.

He lets out a low moan before shoving your hands away, shaking his head. His fingers start to fly over his own body, tugging on ties and pulling on buttons with practiced ease--

--and in a matter of moments he is gloriously naked. Your eyes widen as you stare at him--by the time his clothing usually comes off you're both so wrapped around each other that you never get a good chance to simply stand back and look at him.

You do now. Perfectly sculptured legs and powerful thighs, tapering into lean hips and a narrow waist, only one or two scars marring the perfection of his skin. Strong chest leading into broad shoulders, a slight dusting of honey colored hair across his chest drawing your attention.

Stepping forward slightly, you slide a hand up over his chest, relishing the soft sigh he makes as your fingers brush a pebbled nipple. You smile slightly, still using just your finger tips to caress him.

He lets out a harsh growl, his eyes meeting yours and pinning you to the ground. You freeze, your hand pressed over his heart, and stare at him. His eyes burn into you, green fire raking over your skin and making you shiver. He has made the transition again--crossed the line from Jedi to Lover.

It as if every muscle in his body is coiled and tensed, waiting for a signal to strike. Still he stands, his chest quivering ever so slightly beneath your trembling fingers.

"Love you," you murmur, tongue darting out to wet your lips nervously.

He moans . . . a deep moan of need and desire . . . and then he moves.

Even knowing how fast he is, your mind whirls as he sweeps you clutches you to him, mouth landing on yours in fierce hunger as he walks both of you to the pool. His tongue is deep in your mouth, stroking every part of you it can reach, drawing your soul out with long, wet caresses.

You barely notice as the hot water closes around you. Your body is so hot already--hot and aching and on fire every place his hands touch you. And they're everywhere . . . sliding over your hips and legs, sweeping up to caresses your nipples into near painful sensitivity, running through your hair as he deepens the kiss even more, narrowing your reality down to him.

You're trembling when he pulls back, wet hands cradling your face as he searches through your eyes. His lips dart back in, nipping and suckling at the corner of your mouth as he groans repeatedly, sounds that seem to be ripped from his chest--tearing through him and feeding his need.

He's standing in the middle of the pool, hands still locked around your waist. Lifting your knee, you run it up and down the length of his leg, moaning as his hands slide down to clasp your ass tightly, fingers kneading the sensitive flesh as he pulls your hips repeatedly into his own.

You're caught in the middle of something incredible suddenly--and you can't wait any longer. One hand wraps around the ponytail at the back of his head, wrenching his head back as you attack the sensitive flesh on his neck. The other slides between you, finding his rampant erection and positioning it so that you take it fully as you rock your hips back into him.

He lets out a feral cry, arms sliding around you until you are pressed tightly against the slippery chest. You can feel him, buried so deeply in you that it burns everything else away. Throbbing and hot--and needy. He needs you.

He arches his back slowly, bending you backwards and letting the water take some of your weight. The change in angle is electrifying, causing your legs to tangle as tightly as possible around his lower back. You let out a low groan as his hand carefully position your hips, his intense concentration almost terrifying.

And then he pulls back out and slams in, and you howl. Somehow he has gotten the angle perfect, and his engorged length is rubbing and caressing parts of you that are so overwhelming that you can barely breathe.

This is so different than anything you've ever experienced with Obi-Wan. He is always so in control--so careful not to overwhelm you with too much pleasure or feeling . . .

His hips slam into yours again and again, each time driving another horse scream from your throat. Your hands lock around his biceps, clinging to him as the pleasure spirals higher and higher . . . but not enough.

"More," he growls, the word coming right on the heels of your own thought. His hands draw you back up to him, pressing you against his chest as his mouth falls to yours again, tongue spearing into your mouth and coaxing another low moan from your throat.

Sudden ripples of water against your back tell you that he is moving, his hands still roaming over your body as his tongue roams your mouth. You faintly feel the slippery length of his braid sliding over your shoulder, the end floating in the water and tangling with your own hair.

You pull your mouth away from his as your feel smooth stone against your back. Not the stairs--something smoother, with no edges to dig into your back.

Not knowing or caring where you are, you lean back and push your hips insistently against his. All that matters now is riding this intense wave out to completion--letting the passionate creature who has been loosed have free reign.

Fingers dig into your hips, steadying you as the slow thrusting begins again, Obi-Wan quickly finding that same angle that drives the air from your lungs. One hand is roaming your body, circling nipples and caressing hips, brushing across your lips as you moan and sliding down to rub slippery circles around your clit.

The steady pounding quickly escalates until his hips are snapping forwards into yours, low grunts forced out of his lungs with each thrust. "Need to feel you," he gasps out, fingers massaging your bundle franticly. "Please . . ahhhh . . please . . ."

Stretching your arms up above your head, you arch your hips into him, moaning slowly as you feel the delicious trembling beginning. Obi-Wan lets out a fierce growl as your tightening muscles pull at him, and his hips begin to grind even faster. "Yes . . . yes . . . yes . . ." With every thrust he gasps out, both hands grasping your hips tightly again, pulling you forward and burying himself deeper within you.

Crying out a final time, you feel the pressure snap, catapulting you into the clouds. You can faintly hear Obi-Wan gasping in completion, hips grinding into yours as his body jerks against you. Warmth, heat, water, hands . . . everything spirals into an insane crescendo that is so powerful your mind can barely comprehend it.

With Obi-Wan's name on your lips, you spiral down into oblivion.

~*~

"Shhhh . . . no, don't move." It's Obi-Wan's voice, soft against your ear. Murmuring happily you try to roll into him, letting out a groan as muscles protest. Your lips curl into a smile as the memories come flooding back to you--the pool, Obi-Wan, and some serious loving . . .

"What did you /do/ to me?" you mutter, eyes sliding open. Obi-Wan is hovering over you anxiously, eyes alight with some emotion you can't quite identify.

And he's wearing his sleep shirt.

And now that you think about it, you've got sheets and blankets wrapped around you.

Sitting bolt up in the bed--bed? Where the hell did the bed come from?--you stare around franticly, shocked to find yourself in what can only be Obi-Wan's room.

"Did you carry me back through the halls /naked/?" you demand grumpily, snarling at Obi-Wan as he pushes you slowly back into the mattress.

"No, I dressed you," he replies. "Would you just stay still, damn it?" His eyes are laughing, however, as he swats at you. "You actually gave me quite a scare there."

"I don't think I've ever been fucked unconscious before," you muse, smiling at his slightly shocked look. "Hey, don't get all innocent on me, braid-boy. You're the one who did the fucking."

"That was /not/ fucking," Obi-Wan replied primly. "I don't fuck."

"If you say so," you respond, a smile playing about your lips. "Whatever it was, I liked it. Can we do it again?"

"Certainly not." Curling up behind you, Obi-Wan wraps an arm around you. "I think you've had enough for the evening."

"Awww . . . playtime's over?" You're mostly kidding--right now you doubt you could lift your head more than two inches. Pressing back into Obi-Wan's chest is hard enough work.

"No, it's just being postponed." Sighing, Obi-Wan brushes a soft kiss against your neck. "Can we sleep for a bit? I think we've gotten frisky in every part of the Temple but my bed tonight. Let's rest up so we can enjoy this nice, soft mattress."

"Library," you mutter, letting your eyes drift shut.

"What?" is the somewhat startled response.

"I've always wanted to get it on in a library," you reply. "Let's do that tomorrow."

Obi-Wan doesn't respond, but his soft chuckle is very, very encouraging.

You like your Jedi-man.

~*~

Fin