Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: All Star wars and star wars related items are the property of George Lucas since 1977. I wasn't born when these characters were invented, how could I possibly claim them?
Summary: A PWP from OWK's POV. That enough initials for you?

Women are strange.

I could live to be as old as Yoda and still never figure them out. I know there are biologically ingrained differences between us. As the male and more aggressive of the species I am more comfortable with the idea of doing an action to express how I feel. Call me old-fashioned but I rather enjoy performing feats of physical prowess to attract the attention of the opposite sex.

Women however much prefer verbal communication. I would wonder at how the species has managed to survive if it weren't for the fact I have seen female eyes glaze over at the sight of an arial back flip and waves of lust emit men at the sound of a woman's moan.

Take my current object of affection for example. At this very moment she is wandering about her apartment talking to nobody. I could use the force to enhance my hearing to truly discern what topic she is ranting about, but I have often found my remaining oblivious was better for my sanity.

Every once in a while I hear a few phrases slip out. Something about a friend of hers had her boyfriend run off with another man.

My dear friend and, I very much hope, soon to be lover was describing this man in colorful metaphors. She may think I am quietly reading on her couch when in reality I am taking notes. I especially liked her description of the man's ancestry. It involved many a sad commentary about how this was a prime example as to why cousins should never marry and their resultant children should be prevented from mating with Nerfs.

As the daughter of a Senator, I had to wonder where she learned a vocabulary that would make a deep space miner blush. The children of republic officials tend to be sheltered.

Finally she ran out of steam and flopped down into the armchair across from me, flinging her feet carelessly onto the coffee table and crossing her arms like a petulant child. I had to smile slightly at the picture she made. Full pout on her bee stung lips, brows knitted, eyes flashing with anger.

I looked up at her and said, "Feel better?"

She didn't even look at me, but her arms uncrossed and landing with a heavy flop onto the arms of the chair, "Much. Thank you."

"You're welcome." I said as a reflexive habit, but not really sure what I was being thanked for. Instead I let my friend stare blankly into space as I sensed the last of her anger drain out of her like water.

I contemplate her over the edge of my datapad. She's not beautiful in any classical sense. Her features are pleasant enough. As a Jedi I have seen such a large number of beautiful and powerful people that it tends to leave one somewhat jaded. I have also seen these same people unclothed both spiritually and physically and have been distinctly unimpressed.

However, it's her I would very much like to see unclothed. She may have her flaws and self doubts, but she is constantly working to try and improve on them. She's not afraid of a little hard work, and has as kind a heart as I have ever seen. Hard work, skill and talent sustain her and when those fail, her sense of humor lets her rise above it. She's the first person to laugh at herself. That is something very rare.

As a Jedi, I sense the force. Unlike some common misperceptions I cannot 'shield' against it or turn it off. It's something that I always sense and am aware of. I can become more aware of it, like trying to pick out the sound of the third trumpet in a symphony, or I can just let it sit in the background it be a part of my everyday senses.

The force is both a pure sixth sense and a catalyst for the conventional senses. Things that the force wants me to see it can highlight. What some people see as only another brick in the wall, I see pop out in stark relief.

My friend's spirit on the force lights up her features from the inside so she glows to me. Sometimes makes me wonder why other men have passed this treasure up. To me it's like seeing diamonds lying on the ground that everyone is just walking past.

I know that if I were to take her to temple I'd have to beat off my competition for her with a stick. Which is why I conveniently forget to invite her over to the temple.

I'm attracted to that glow like a moth to a flame. The woman makes me so shameless I want to curl up on her lap and purr. If she just crooked a finger at me in invitation I'd be warming her bed in a heartbeat.

She finished letting go of her anger and turned her eyes up to look at me. "I'm sorry Obi. You didn't need to spend your one night of freedom this week listening to me whine."

I chuckled, "Oh but it's so entertaining and educational. I get a new vocabulary list every time I come here."

She smirked, "Don't tell me you report all this to the council."

I smiled, "Not any more I don't."

Her eyebrow arched, "Excuse me?"

I chuckled at the memory, "When I was fifteen my master and I had to split up and find our own way back to Coruscant. I wound up finding passage on a mining vessel. As a sheltered Jedi I didn't know any curse words. So when I heard the phrase 'jedi cluster fuck' I was mystified."

She rocked her head back and laughed, "I never thought I would hear that expression out of a Jedi's mouth."

I smile ruefully, "I got quite an education on that trip. When I got back to temple I rather shocked my master with my more colorful metaphors."

Her eyes widened, "How did your master cure you of… oh my god. He didn't!"

I chuckled, "He bloody well did. Arranged for me to have a four-hour report session in front of the full council on modern colloquialisms. Do you have any idea how embarrassing it was to try an explain the possible meanings and origin of a 'Yoda gimmerstick twist' to the man himself?"

By now she was giggling helplessly in her chair causing various parts of her body to jiggle rather pleasantly. She sighed and collapsed back, "Thanks, Obi. I needed that."

I nodded, "Any time. Always willing to humiliate myself for your personal entertainment."

~*~*~*~*~

It was some time later after we had been reading quietly in her living room that she sighed and tossed her datapad onto the table.

"What is it?" I asked as I looked down at the pad and winced. The pad contained a magazine and inside it was one of those quizzes. This one was titled 'Are you capable of being sexually pleased?'

"That!" She sighed, "I hate those things. This month is the Quiz issue and someone had to forward it to me."

I was about to ask what the result was when I looked at the score. It was a rather polite damning of her chances. I frowned, "Why does it say that?"

She shrugged, "I don't know. I guess it's because I am one of those old fashioned girls who can't separate sex from love. Probably the reason why I'm still a virgin."

I was halfway drinking my glass of water when that last bit came out. I was so shocked I choked on my next swallow and was forced to spit my mouthful of water in a spray across the room.

She stared at me as if I had parts on order, "What?"

I managed by some force of effort to regain control of my internal functions and stop coughing. "I don't believe it. How could you have gone through puberty and not…"

She simply shrugged and stared off into space with a sad expression in her eyes, "No one has offered."

I shook my head, "Surely if you offered yourself someone would have…"

She sighed, "Obi-wan, I said before. I can't separate my heart from my body. It's kind of stuck in there. I just… I don't know. Is it so wrong to want it to mean something to all parties involved?" I sensed a deep hurt inside of her. She was caught in a vicious circle. She didn't want to do anything unless it meant something but she couldn't help feeling left out of the modern culture.

I smiled, "No, it's not wrong. I admire your ability to abstain in the meantime."

She chuckled, "Not that hard. I can't bring myself to do something meaningless and since no one has indicated it would mean anything to them, I don't."

I shook my head; I often found it easy just to speak my thoughts with her. She was one of the few people in the galaxy I could say anything I wanted to without a need to think first or worry I'd be reported on to the council or media. If I said anything that offended her she always forgave as quickly as I could apologize. "Still, it's rather refreshing to find someone old fashioned like that. I can understand why you might feel that way, but I am boggled that someone still does in this day and age."

She snorted, "It's people like you I don't understand Obi."

I cocked my head, "What do you mean?"

She sighed, "You don't exactly bed hop, but you aren't sworn to celibacy either. You are a gentleman to the fingernails, and honorable and deeply spiritual person. Given how deep your spirit runs, I am surprised that you can easily settle for a vaguely meaningless roll in the hay. I mean, it just seems to me after a while the thrill would wear off."

I paused as I considered her words. Not because they were new, but because they were so blindingly accurate. I found myself whispering a very truthful, "It does."

"Oh." Was her only reply as she lowered her eyes from my face and looked away.

I swiftly got up from the couch and crossed over to kneel between her feet. I placed on hand on each of her knees and began massaging. I watched her pupils dilate and darken and felt a spike of arousal on the force. She quickly tamped it down using that block I couldn't identify but desperately wanted to get rid of.

She swallowed audibly as she froze stock-still. "Obi, what are you doing?" she asked, her voice shaking a bit.

I smiled into her eyes. "I'm making an offer. What does it look like?"

She sucked in a breath as she stared at me, "I… I don't believe it." She stammered

I cocked my head to one side, "Why not? Why wouldn't I offer? I care about you very much. I know you care about me. I would very much like to know what it's like with someone who means much to me."

She blinked rapidly. I could sense she was fighting back tears. "Too beautiful." She whispered softly.

"What?" I asked as I touched her chin with one finger to try and encourage her to look at me.

"You´re too beautiful." She said a bit more firmly, "It would be more believable coming from you if you had warts, or a skin infection or something."

I bit my lip to prevent myself from bursting out laughing. As it was I was shaking my head, "That's why I love you. You're the only woman I know that would prefer it if I had a rampant case of acne."

At that point she chuckled herself, "Well, since you put it like that… Man did I ever sound stupid."

I reached out and brought one of her hands to my lips, kissing the back and knuckles before I turned it over and dropped a kiss into her palm. "Not stupid, highly complimentary. You want me, not my body. A rather pleasant change from my other customers I must say."

She pursed her lips together fighting a smile as she tried to use a foot to kick me. I simply grabbed it out of the air with my free hand and massaged the ankle. "What's your charge? Do I pay by the hour or the night?" she asked as her spirit flared once to burn away that last dark doubt to leave behind a brighter glow.

I continued to kiss her hand, fascinated by the feel of her skin against my lips. "I'll just keep a tab." I mumbled against her palm. Joy rose in my heart rise up as I felt the fingers on her hand curl slightly to caress along my jawbone. I shivered slightly from the sensation. If it felt this good to simply kneel here and do this, I was having a serious doubt that I'd be able to live through the evening without having a fatal coronary.

I'd certainly go out with a smile on my face though.

~*~*~*~*~

I let my hand drift away from holding hers to my cheek and trailed my fingers up her arm to curl around the back of her neck. I then pulled her down for a kiss.

At first it was a simple soft touch, tender and slow. I felt my other hand drift away from her ankle to cup her cheek. To my intense surprise it was she who deepened the kiss, opening her mouth to invite tongues to join in. By the time we pulled away I was breathless and trying desperately to cool my over eager body else this would end far too soon.

'Whe…Where…" I stuttered out. I really wanted to know where she learned to kiss like that. Not that I really minded, I was just curious.

She smirked at me, "I said I was a virgin. Not a Monk."

"Ah I see, necking with senatorial aides during parties hmmm?" I teased her as I traced over her lips with my fingers. They were warm and soft and she smelled enticing.

She shook her head in wonder, "My father would kill me if he knew about this."

I sighed as I kissed her forehead. Her mother died while she was very young, her father was always busy with his work. It left her abandoned with a disinterested nursemaid and a string of sour faced tutors. When she was old enough she moved out of her father's house and established a life of her own. She still had to show up for a few political events being the child of a senator, but all in all she avoided it.

Her father the senator was an unbelievable bastard to leave her cast aside like that and to care more about his career then her. Yet remarkably she found comfort in helping those less fortunate then her. She was a teacher at an underprivileged school and worked her weekends teaching illiterate adults to read. Jedi on Coruscant are encouraged to help out in charitable projects and that is where I met her.

Her father hated the Jedi. Though I have never seen him publicly or overtly say anything against us, every time there has ever been a motion to constrain us or hinder us he's quietly urging it on. He won't propose anything, but during senate sessions his always speaks just enough to incite those against Jedi but not so much so it would seem as if he was against us personally. It was clever, masterful maneuvering.

In a way I am very glad her father ignored her. She wasn't tainted by his touch. When I asked her why she wasn't afraid of me she simply replied that often times she found anything her father hated she ended up liking. But enough about that, I had more pleasant topics in mind.

I stood up from the floor at the same time I swept her into my arms to carry her to the bedroom. She giggled a bit at the sensation as I strode to her bedroom. On the way I said, "I will now make the standard disclaimer that there is no such thing as a point of no return. Just say the word and I will stop."

She nodded her head against my shoulder, "Understood and duly noted."

We arrived in the Bedroom and I gently lay her on top of the sheets. I didn't know exactly what she had and had not done. I knew this experience was somewhat traumatic for women the first time, so I was going to go slow and gentle giving her plenty of time to adjust to each new sensation.

Ok, fine. I really wanted to savor this encounter and make it so incredible that I will be the first and last person that she ever lets touch her. For all my Jedi polish, I am only a human male after all.

I looked up into her beautiful expressive eyes and saw that she was perfectly willing to let me show her the ropes. However I could see by the twinkle in her eyes that it didn't mean she was going to be passive.

Perfectly fine by me.

I kicked off my boots and pulled off my belt, laying my Saber near the nightstand where I could reach it in a hurry. Though the way I felt at that moment, if anything did attack me tonight I would cheerfully dispatch them, calmly wipe the blood up with the losers tunic and go back to what I was doing previously.

I then crawled onto the bed to lie next to her. I sensed the nervous flutter go through her. She was scared, but it was more the flutters of anticipation, a good kind of scared. If the butterflies in my own stomach were something to go by, I was nervous as well.

I reached out to cup her face and stroke her cheek with my thumb. The nervous flutters gradually started to recede in her as her closed her eyes and turned her lips into my touch, kissing my fingers and palm, a mirror of where we started.

For a long time we did nothing but kiss and touch. I thought I would find it hard to manage this slow pace but in reality I found I didn't mind it much at all. In the heated rush of completion I often forgot how much pleasure could be found in a kiss.

Slowly her hands started to wander further along my body. The tone of their movement went from tentative exploration to provocative caress. In many ways she led me. I merely let her know what she did was all right by moving my hands to the corresponding place on her body. Gradually she began to undo the ties of my tunics and touch me with hands that grew bolder.

There wasn't an inch of each other's bodies we left unexplored with hands or lips. I found that my friend and soon to be lover had a few rather unusual sensitive spots. Her ribs were places that if I nibbled just right I could make her gasp. The juncture where her neck met her shoulder was one that if I suckled on it, she would shudder from head to foot.

She also found a few new ones on me. Her nibbling on the curve of my hip made me elicit a rather undignified squeak. Though the truth was, I found with her I didn't really have any specific erogenous zones. All I wanted was her hands and mouth on me. Didn't really matter where.

Alright, fine, she did kiss me everywhere except one place. I could understand her being skittish of it. Aesthetically, it wasn't one of the more attractive pieces of human male anatomy. It looked almost as if it was stuck on as an after thought. Many a time I have often wished for it to be retractable into my body like some other species. Certainly would cause me less pain in the practice ring.

But this was her first time and I was not going to ask her to do anything that made her uncomfortable. It would be a one way ticket to putting this whole show to a stop, which I most certainly didn't want. So while it was an activity I greatly enjoyed, I simply filed it away as a possible for next time.

I was fully planning on their being quite a few next times. Maybe one or two of them later tonight.

When her hands reached my feet she stopped. I looked down at her kneeling at my hip as she paused. "Is there something wrong?" I asked sounding rather choked.

I sensed her extreme delight and amusement as she quickly lay down so her feet were on the pillow next to me and her head was at my feet. She was giggling like a kid with a cookie jar.

"What is it?" I asked testily. I was rather enjoying what she was doing and plenty annoyed that it stopped.

"Corns!" She grinned as she began to use her hands to pull apart my toes and examine my feet, "You've got Corns on your feet! And planters warts! And… oh yes! Athlete's foot! Jack pot!"

I flopped my head back to the pillow and stared at the ceiling. This was what she stopped for!? "Yes. The Athlete's foot is from my last mission where I had to wade in a swamp for five days. It was worse and used to cover my entire foot. The corns are from the fact I am breaking in the new boots I got because of the old ones being ruined in the aforementioned swamp."

She cocked her head to the side as she continued to examine my feet, "But the warts are still there. Not too many, only two or three tiny ones per foot."

"Darling." I pestered her. I really wanted to get back to what we were doing and didn't think a discussion of the health of my feet was worth stopping for.

"You have got truly revolting feet Obi." She continued to muse, seemingly oblivious to my annoyance and my neglected state of arousal.

"Darling!" I growled, "do you want to spend the rest of the evening staring at my feet, or would you rather finished what we started."

She quickly flipped around so her face was near mine again. The infernal woman was grinning, "I love your feet."

I nodded sagely, trying desperately to turn her attention where I wanted it, "That's very nice dear. But can we get back to our previous activity?" I internally winced; I sounded rather pathetic to my own ears.

She grinned and dove straight into my arms going on the immediate aggressive. I was left stunned by her reaction. My wart, corn and athlete foot collection was what inspired her to kiss me in such a way that I couldn't see straight?

Women were strange. Though they smelled really nice.

When events progressed to the natural point where the only step further was the one she had never crossed, I gently rolled her so she was underneath me.   I will say in my defense that I was fully planning on pausing at that point and asking her for a second verbal confirmation that this is what she wished to do.

However, I didn't sense the slightest hesitation or fear inside of her. Her arousal and trust on the force was a hypnotic drug. I could easily see in her eyes that she damn well knew what was going to come next and was looking forward to it. She was trusting I would continue to be as caring and thoughtful to her as I was now.

The tight heat of her took my breath away as I slowly entered. I saw her brow knit as I felt her discomfort at the strangeness of being invaded. I kissed her gently and whispered, "This is going to hurt a bit. I'm sorry."

She nodded her understanding and blew out a breath and willed herself to relax. I leaned forward and kissed her to distract her. When I sensed her completely taken up in the kiss I thrust home. She broke the kiss gasping at the unexpected pain.

At first I thought I had done something wrong and would have pulled away immediately. However, she completely surprised me by clinging to me tightly, refusing to let me go. Her breath was coming in short little gasps as she waited for the pain to recede.

I was having a hard time breathing as well. I have never felt so close to heaven as this. Holding myself back was by far the most difficult test of my control and willpower yet. I watched as the pain left her only to be replaced by that strangeness over being invaded. She was still at the point where she wasn't sure if she liked it or not.

I bent down to nibble at her neck the same time I began to move. Slowly, languidly. I wanted to savor this moment as much as I wanted her to get used to me. I desperately wanted her to enjoy this as much as I was. This was a wonderful, beautiful act and I wanted her to share it with me.

Besides, the more she enjoyed it, the more likely she'd let me come back to play again.

Uncertainty evaporated as pleasure rose. Her hands began to wander along my back as she shuddered from the dual sensations of my lips at her neck and the motion of my hips. She too began to nibble and suckle at my neck while moving her hips with mine, asking for more. I gasped as pleasure rocked through me. No, she was no shrinking violet.

It was then I began to chase after completion in earnest and I could feel her matching my change of pace effortlessly. I only half heard my words of encouragement being whispered breathlessly in her ear. We were both sweating now. My heart was pounding as we chased the pleasure that seemed constantly just out of reach. Each movement sent a shower of pleasurable sparks though my brain. It felt so good inside of her mere words couldn't describe it. If I could have crawled inside of her I would have.

I watched as her breathing suddenly grew shorter and telltale blushes appear on her cheeks. Her back arched and her eyes rolled to the back of her head as I felt her tighten unbearably around me. I then felt something inside her snap just before the first wave of her pleasure crashed over her.

I had only a fraction of a second to behold her passion induced beauty before the rip tide caught me and I felt my own world shatter in a blast of white heat.

I came back to myself to find I had collapsed on top of her, the both of us still panting heavily, sweat making our bodies stick together. I felt the burn of abused muscles in my shoulders. Her arms and legs had come around me to cradle me in a heavenly cocoon of her embrace.

I honestly felt that if the force took me now, I would die a happy man. I opened my eyes as my breathing started to slow and I began to feel the languor of the afterglow spread slowly through my system like a soporific drug.

I propped my head up on her sternum and smiled feeling a little shy. I wasn't quite sure what one says at this point. Usually I heard a variation of, 'that was wonderful, I have to go now' either come from my or my partner's lips. I suddenly realized that as much as I knew about what to do during sex, I was clueless about what was supposed to happen afterwards.

Trust the recently made ex-virgin to fill in the gap. She returned my tentative smile and whispered, "I love you."

I chuckled and lifted myself up enough to drop my head down to kiss her breast, still hot, slick, salty and flushed. "I love you too."

I managed to fight off the growing languor and muster the strength to roll off of her and onto my back. We arranged, after some fussing, so she partially lay on me. She snuggled her head into the crook on my arm and rested on my chest. I used what control I had left to pull the blankets we had kicked off the bed over us for warmth.

"Be here when I wake up?" She mumbled sleepily into my chest. I could tell she was falling asleep and fighting it.

I kissed the top of her head as I stroked her back, "I promise. Sleep well."

"You too." She muttered before I felt her slip off to dreamland in my arms. I felt my heart sing with joy as I held her. Just before I joined her in sleep I knew that I would cheerfully murder anyone who came between us.

I know, homicidal thoughts are not the Jedi way, but I am only a human male after all.

End