Night Rhythm

Rating: To be NC-17. :) OW/f
Disclaimer: Yes, we've all heard it before, let's sing it; ain't nothin' but a heartache, ain't nothin' but a mistake, the Jedi are Georgie's to stay, and we hate it that way... (Forgive me, I've had Millennium on all night. Shameful for a woman almost married and nearly 23.) No money was kidnapped in the typing of this story.
Archive: Temple Voices of course of course, and anyone else who wants it, just notify me it's there :)
Feedback: /Please/, I'm getting rusty.
Summary: Dance lessons? Please. Get down, get funky when Obi helps with dance class homework. Smut cheerily provided, free of charge. :) Did I mention this is General Obi? :)
Notes: This has been a bunny I've been kicking around for ages now, since I heard Genesis' tune "Mama," which the smut, er story will end up revolving around :) I hope it ends up smoldering, keep me informed. Hugs to my two triplet sisters, who have so kindly put up with my absence in these long crazy, months. :)

"Night Rhythm"

Tonight we dance
I leave my life in your hands
We take the floor
Nothing is forbidden any more
Don't let the world dim my sight
Don't let the moment go by
Nothing can stop us tonight

Tonight I'm yours
We can make it happen, I'm so sure
Now I'm letting go
There is something I think you should know
I won't be leaving your side
We're gonna dance through the night
I want to reach for the stars

Tonight we dance
But not on our own
If you will stay with me

Bailamos
Let the rhythm take you over, bailamos
Te quiero, amor mio
Bailamos
Gonna live this night forever, bailamos

-"Bailamos," Enrique Iglesias

I surveyed the living room, still panting from my exertions. The tables and chairs scattered about the area hadn't been any problem in the moving - it was just shoving back that pesky sofa far enough that the scanty amount of space I had available was maxed out. Of course, women's lib dictated that since this /was/ my class to practice for, the resident male did not have to aid me in any way. Not to say he wouldn't have helped - he was currently too occupied with the back of his eyelids, and I hadn't wanted to wake him until the last possible second.

I brushed my hands off on the loose shorts I wore with a sigh. My dance professor had indicated that I should seek out a partner for my next interpretation, and had suggested that I bring in someone not involved in the class - we had too few males willing to humiliate themselves in front of everyone anyway, and it was more likely that one could be located elsewhere. I wasn't sure what kind of experience Obi-Wan had to back him, but I was sure that Jedi-dom probably included having to participate in some formal function or other on a remote planet that actually required you to do a step or two. And from what I'd seen of how he could move, I doubted he'd have any problem taking to it. He held a grace about him that most men couldn't possess - and a sensuality that could whisper or cry out with every motion, depending on what his mood would be. And he and I had found we had a kindred love for the arts, and could feed off each other.

I was praying that would extend to the exercise I had before me.

I heard a quiet murmur in the other room, and I saw his head poke out the doorway, cerulean eyes groggily blinking the remnants of slumber aside. "Stars, your thoughts are loud," he muttered grumpily. "A body can't sleep around here with that kind of chatter floating about."

"And good afternoon to you too, General," I grinned, tucking a stray lock of hair behind my ear. "I thought that the sound of the scrapes that have been permanently grooved into the floor would be what would wake you, not my thoughts."

"Noise like that, I can sleep through," he sighed, running his long fingers through a tangle of red-gold hair. "However, the noise your mind's making about this project of yours is not something so easily ignored."

"Then pull your antenna down and shut yourself off to it," I shot back, blowing a raspberry at him. "You'd think with a mind as active as Ani's, you'd have learned by now how to at least do that."

He chuckled and emerged from the room, crossing the short path into the living room swiftly and encircling an arm about my waist, his lips brushing over mine with the softest of touches. "My love, Anakin is also Jedi, and he can shut his thoughts down galaxies better than you." After a moment, he settled himself on the sofa. "So what is this that you want me to help you with?"

"You really need to stop this thought-reading stuff unless I'm actually letting you in on it."

"You're so loud you can't help but." He winked at me, then folded his hands in his lap. "So, tell me about it."

I groaned quietly, casting a withering sidelong glance at him. "You didn't hear that part? You're losing your famed Jedi abilities."

"I caught snatches. Look, do you plan to tell me, or not? I can always go back into the room and fall back to sleep, you know."

"Obi, don't be such a bitch," I sighed, unable to suppress a smile. "All right, you win. It's for my Interpretive Dance class. I need to choose a piece I want to perform in front of the class. Catch is, my prof wants me to find a partner for it if at all possible. Makes it more interesting, she says. So, I thought you might be able to help me out." I smirked at him. "That is, if our style of dance isn't beyond your capabilities."

He cocked an eyebrow at me, and the corner of his mouth curled upwards. "Indeed? I think I might have the capacity. What do I have to do?"

"Well, I've got a few songs in mind already, but we'll have to see which one will provide the right connection." I swept my arms outward, indicating the limited expanse surrounding us. "We have this much room to work with at the moment; care to practice a bit with me so that we can see just where we stand?"

"Not at all," he murmured. He gave me a wicked smile. "I'd be more persuaded, though, if you'd take off that loose thing you call a shirt. It's not like you're hiding what's underneath, anyway."

I took a swipe at him. I knew that the airy tank top I had draped over my sports bra didn't have much use other than to absorb a minimal amount of sweat - after all, it was a man's double-extra-large, and the armholes hung nearly to my waist - but this was what I would always don when I practiced, and it was comfortable enough that I could get into my element. And, beautiful as this man was, there was no way in hell he was going to change my routine. "Sorry, Charlie, no can do. Either you deal with me this way, or bail. You can get your peeps in later."

"A pity." He sighed, then looked down at the loose jersey and cotton shorts he wore. "Will this do, for my part?"

I nodded. "It's loose enough that you'll be able to move in them, and you'll be doing plenty of moving. I want to start with something simple, but something that will establish our connection well enough." I grinned ferally at him. "You think you can hack our music? It's different to what you're used to."

His eyes smoldered, and the edge of his mouth twitched upwards. "Try me."

TBC...