Rating: PG
Summary: A little he thought, she thought story.
Archive: Just ask
Disclaimer: George owns it all, I'm just here to visit and relax. All mistakes are mine.
She said:
Just one look, that's all it required to become hopelessly and unabashedly hooked. Sure I'm relatively smart, have a good job as a public relations officer for the military, have my own small apartment which may not be lavish but it's mine, I have good friends, even a guy in my life. That's the major problem, this guy in my life is not the one, I've known this for ages but he doesn't take the hint very well, even when I changed apartments and didn't tell him. No is not in his vocabulary, he thinks because he is in some position of authority he can order me into falling at his feet, that just won't work, there's no chemistry, nada, nothing, zilch, zero. Now on the other hand I have recently met a walking, talking, breathing advertisement for unadulterated chemistry not three days ago.
Sure I went into the meeting the other day, fully expecting the same old boring military type, gruff, balding, military insignias coming out the wazoo, the same old same old. However what strode into the conference room that day was mind blowing right down to the shine on his boots, he was a living, breathing confirmation of my idea of perfection incarnate. General Kenobi was everything all the others were not; he had the grace of a warrior and exuded the presence to command the room in a simple glance from those spellbinding eyes. As I sat across from him during our meetings I could never quite tell the color, they seemed to change with his moods. I must admit my personal favorite would have to be the steel gray tone which shone brightly when he loudly objected to some hair brained scheme which our office wonder boy cooked up. Maybe I'm partial to the objection of said wonder boys idea, who knows but I found it difficult to keep myself focused on the agenda of business, my mind clearly was drifting to other realms.
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He said:
Why do they insist on sending me to such matters of unimportance, I should be dealing with my ship, not such nonsense of public relations. Hell if they feel public relations is so important maybe the powers that be should pay more attention to those of us fighting in the field, listen to our agenda, not some mindless senator who has never seen battle much less the outside of senate chambers and insists we appear more people oriented. I am a General for force sake I should just walk out that door right now and not come back again, get back to my ship and tell the higher ups what to do with this errand they have sent me on. The only real reason I keep coming back day after day is because of her, from the moment I laid eyes on her I was intrigued, nearly brought to my knees when I noticed her standing across the room.
Each day I return to this room and find little things she does which make it difficult to concentrate, I find my mind wandering to her constantly as I notice every gesture, every glance, and every breath. I am being constantly bombarded by her presence, which has become intoxicating and addictive, all I can think about is her. Alea, even her name makes me as nervous as a schoolboy with his first crush. I find myself caught in my own desires to whisper her name on her lips and to hear her call me by name, not by title. Sith if she were to utter my name there would be no turning back; I would be lost to her completely. Most especially if she were to bite her bottom lip as she does upon occasion, something I find quite alluring. And her annoyance at this young office boy is quite amusing and refreshing, I like that spark in her. The way she rolls her eyes when she thinks no one is watching, I find myself jesting this young man just to see her reaction. For now I watch, I watch constantly, just biding my time until I get her alone.
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Hers:
Some days my good intentions just don't seem to flow with how the rest of my life perceives the day to begin. Especially when I over sleep, then try to find something sexy, but not too sexy to wear to work and can't decide so I settle for basic black, it hides all sins. Then it's a mad dash to catch the shuttle and as usual no seats, just leering men who would rather watch me struggle to stand than offer a seat, simply for a peak at a little extra skin as I clutch the rails to keep my balance. Now the moment I'll never forget, my grand entrance into the conference room, and what an entrance it was, portfolio to the left, datapad to the right and myself barreling straight ahead, just the picture of grace and loveliness. As I went to grab my datapad from one side, he grabbed my portfolio from the other and when our eyes met my mind went blank, there was General Kenobi crawling around the conference room floor with me picking up my belongings. This man was my undoing, please don't let him touch me, not here in front of everyone, if he does I'll probably just die right here, right now.
Great, that was a pathetic thank you if I've ever heard one, the man crawls around the floor to pick up your stuff and all you can squeak is thank you. There was my chance to say something mindful and witty, but no, a simple thank you, he must think I'm real deep now. But I must say the sight of him just inches away from me was quite distracting, and to have him on his knees wasn't bad either, oh I'm not going to make it through the day. Joy of joys what now, wonder boy himself is going to pitch another idea, you think General Kenobi will give me the pleasure of seeing him obliterate the brat today, probably not, but I can always hope. I must admit my new obsession in Kenobi can't be healthy but it has become a full time job during our time together. I've grown to love the way he crooks his brow when somebody mentions another lame idea, but today he almost looks as if he's stalking prey, that look is very sexy on him. That wicked gleam in his eyes seems to match that half hidden smile which has crossed his lips, I like that look, and I love the way he says my name. Damn, what was that, I wasn't paying attention did he just ask for my input! ~~~~~~~Flip side~~~~~~~~~~
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He said:
This is too much, can't this woman see what affect she has on me, that black outfit just accentuates her body as if it were sewn onto her, and the way she tucks a stray strand of hair behind her left ear, hell she is driving me mad. Did I linger too long when I handed her portfolio to her, did everybody notice the hesitation when I didn't want to let go, just to be within a breath of her to smell her perfume, her hair. I couldn't help but grin when I heard her mumbled words as she dropped her things upon entering the conference room, can't she see how much fire she possesses, how much temptation she holds before me? She is truly wicked, the way she weaves her spell upon me and I go willingly, without thought, but I am frustrated at watching from afar, I think it's time I took matters into my own hands.
Sweet Alea, if I remember anything for the rest of my life I hope to remember that look in your eyes when I spoke your name, it was priceless. And yes I know your smart, I've seen your work, heard your praise, now it's my turn to accept your proposal if for no other reason than to have an excuse to stay longer and to work with you alone. Granted seeing that glint in your eyes when I speak to that obnoxious young man will be missed, but that's the price I'll pay a thousand times over just to learn everything about you. You are full of surprises, I'm sure there will be something I'll enjoy just as much to take it's place.
He said:
Her office is much as I expected, small, warm and full of surprises, right down to that odd sculpture on the side of her desk, I have the feeling she saw unconformity in that piece, something which she possesses and doesn't truly understand. But that uniqueness makes her more appealing than one could imagine, after overhearing that last message she left for some unsuspecting client I am quite convinced she's not the quiet, let them walk all over me type, she can hold her own when need be, I like that. Working side by side with her today has been both a curse and a blessing and one in which I'll face again just to be near her once more. Just being near her causes my heart and my mind to race, sometimes I swear she can hear my thoughts by the way she'll suddenly glance my way, or quickly turn away as if embarrassed by a suggestion which only I wished for seconds earlier. And her touch sets my skin afire, if only Alea knew how she effects me and how much I want her touch; hell I want her plain and simple. Yet there's something deep down which stops me from going down this road with her, it's been so long since I've felt this way and it's intimidating to say the least, what if she rejects me, what if she has no feelings for me? Sith, I have now officially lost what remained of my senses, I'm a Jedi, hell I'm a General, I should be able to take such rejection, but here I am stumbling on my own self doubt.
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She said:
Thought my office was roomy but now it's amazingly small, I can literally feel this man radiating from every piece of furniture in here and it's driving me crazy. He must think I'm a sex-starved fool the way I find every opportunity to touch his hand and then let my fingers linger because the feel of his skin on mine is so electric it thrills me. Damn these thoughts I keep having, I think about his lips on mine every other second and more, he is unnerving me at every turn and it's to the point I have to turn away for fear he'll read my desire. He's a General, what could he possibly see in me, besides my track record with men isn't very good I have a knack for being overly cautious and still get hurt, maybe I should change my approach and just go for broke. Just lunge myself at Kenobi kiss him till his teeth rattle then turn and begin packing my belongings because he'll probably have me fired or committed, why not both I'd probably deserve it for making such a fool of myself. What the hell, I can always get another job, the opportunity to taste this man's lips might not present itself again and right now I want him, I want him so badly it hurts.
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He said:
Rejection be damned, the way this woman pressed herself against me and kissed me tells me I've been worrying over nothing, she wants me as much as I want her, and at this moment I don't think either of us could protest the matter. Force, the way she's making me feel is undeniable, if she doesn't stop this overload to my senses I promise you, we will be the talk of the office, hell we'll be the talk of the building. The second her lips demanded my attention I thought surely I was dreaming this, I had lusted over Alea for so long that my mind had lost all common sense. Now I know this to be partially true, my mind has abandoned me to thoughts of the next step, what I've desired most since my eyes first saw her. I want her totally and completely, mind, body and soul, for she already possesses mine and needs not but to ask and I'd give into her willingly
The more she teases me with each touch, each hungry kiss, is making it more difficult to keep my desire and need under control, all I can see and feel is her own want echoed back to me and it is pure and clean and addictive. Damn I've never wanted a woman like I do now it's become all encompassing, all I ever think about is her, and right now she is driving me insane, what little control over my mind and body I now have, Alea could shatter with just one word. My resolve scattered like broken glass the second she whispered my name to my ear, no title, my name, it was like a kiss from the heavens above.
"Your place or mine?" I found myself requesting with urgency as I grabbed her hand and we quickly headed towards the door.
"Your hotel Obi-Wan, definitely your place, it's closer!"
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She said:
I can't believe I just kissed the hell out of him and am still standing much less following him back to his hotel, truth is he has this power over me, a power that thrills me at every turn, he makes my body electric. Strange thing is with Obi-Wan I have no apprehension, only trust, and a new found addiction to feeling his lips on mine, I need him desperately, hell I want him, all of him that he is willing to give. The reaction when I spoke his name, I could literally feel the waves of pent-up emotions emanating from his body, surely he knows how much this effects me, it makes me crazy, makes me want him more.
"You realize there's no turning back?" I asked as we stumbled into his room minutes later a tangle of arms, legs and passion.
"Believe me love there was no turning back the moment I looked in your eyes!" he confided with wickedness. "Just kiss me, we'll discuss this later!" he edged.
"So is that an order General?"
"Yes ma'am!" Without hesitation his lips were on mine, stopping any smart reply much less coherent thought.
