Obi-Wan walked onto the dimly lit balcony in the Corellian palace, wondering where his master had gone. Qui-Gon had disappeared from the reception so suddenly. But Qui-Gon had been distracted since they reached Corellia this afternoon, and Obi-Wan couldn't imagine it was the upcoming negotiations that were worrying him - they seemed routine enough to him.

A flash of color caught his eye, and he glanced down to the dark hallway below. There stood a Courtesan, the one dressed in gold, the one the King's assistant had told them was for the King tonight, and therefore unavailable to anyone else. She seemed tense, and paced quietly as she watched down the hallway. She was a pretty girl, but she'd hardly said a word to him or Qui-Gon when they were introduced. Obi-Wan supposed that being she was reserved for the King, she shouldn't flirt with them as the other Courtesans were doing.

Obi-Wan didn't know what to think of these women. He had heard of women who had sex for money, but never with this kind of prestige and acceptance. Although Obi-Wan found them charming and fun to talk to, to include them at an official reception seemed very strange to him.

A shadow passed below, and Obi-Wan watched as a large dark figure caught the woman in a passionate embrace. He couldn't see very well in the dim light, but he could tell they were kissing deeply, their arms tight around each other. He heard the small clink of the woman's tinted glasses as they hit the floor and saw her gold winged hat go flying to meet it. As his eyes adjusted to the light he used the Force to strengthen his gaze, and he watched in fascination as the woman unhooked her dress and it opened down the front like a coat. Under the full dress she wore laced-up boots and gold stockings to her upper thighs and some kind of small triangular gold undergarment between them. The man slid his hands around her waist, kissing her, pulling her close. Then he leaned his back against the wall and pressed her back to his chest, running his hands along the smoothness of her exposed breasts and belly.

A small movement behind Obi-Wan made him turn - there was another Courtesan standing there, the one in red. Obi-Wan remembered her as Sasha; she had flirted with him shamelessly. She was also pretty, with long brown hair and a ready smile. He flushed at the embarrassment of being caught watching the couple, but Sasha merely took off her small glasses and looked over the balcony at them and then calmly back at him. She smiled.

"Well, /they're/ glad to see each other," she said in a soft voice, so the couple wouldn't hear.

"Yes," he replied.

"Your master can be a very passionate man," she said.

Obi-Wan stared at her and looked down again. He'd been so intrigued by the woman, he'd hardly noticed the man. Now he made out the long hair, the cloak, the strong familiar hands on the woman's body...it /was/ his master. Utterly astonished, Obi-Wan watched Qui-Gon caress her, his tongue trailing down her neck. He had supposed his master had been with women, but he'd never actually seen evidence of it before.

"Didn't you know they were lovers?" Sasha asked.

Obi-Wan turned to her. "No...I had no idea..." He swallowed and looked down. "How long has this been going on?"

Sasha thought. "A few months...maybe longer. Natanya met him at an art gallery, near our house." She moved closer to him on the balcony and they watched together as Qui-Gon stroked Natanya's breasts. Natanya threw her head back, resting on his shoulder, her hips writhing against him.

Sasha whispered, "It excites you to watch them, doesn't it?"

Against his will, Obi-Wan nodded slowly, feeling the strong ache in his hard cock. He wanted to leave, he knew he must leave and give his master some privacy, but he found himself rooted in place, mesmerized by what he saw. He knew he shouldn't do it, but he used the Force carefully to hear what Qui-Gon was saying to Natanya.

"Who will you be thinking about tonight?" Qui Gon was demanding in a quiet but harsh voice.

"You," Natanya answered with effort.

"And when the King touches you," his fingers ran teasingly down to her hips, "whose touch will you feel?"

"Yours," Natanya murmured, her eyes closing.

He ripped her tiny undergarment off with one strong pull and threw it to the ground. His hand grabbed her mound, stroking it firmly. "Who does this belong to?"

"You," she said faintly.

Qui-Gon's hands traveled up her body; two fingers fondled her nipple. "Who does this belong to?"

"You," she whimpered.

He gently pulled the other one. "And this one?"

"It's yours," she cried softly.

Obi-Wan was so aroused he barely felt the gentle hands until they reached his painful erection. Startled, he found Sasha stroking him through his leggings. "What are you doing?" he hissed.

"Shhh," she admonished him. "Just watch them."

Helplessly, he turned back to the couple and watched Qui-Gon slide Natanya's dress off, leaving her in just her stockings and boots. His hand parted her swollen cleft, dipping in to her wetness. The smell of sex began to hit Obi-Wan. He could hardly stand up - Sasha's skilled hands were doing their job well.

"Look at her," she whispered to Obi-Wan. "Look how excited she is..." Natanya's eyes were closed, her head tilted back, her mouth open in a silent moan. Her hips moved against Qui-Gon, showing Obi-Wan what she would do if he were inside her.

"You can tell they're lovers," Sasha continued, "by how he's touching her...how well he knows her body." Qui-Gon did seem to be exciting Natanya tremendously. Obi-Wan had no idea his reticent master possessed such skills.

Qui-Gon moved Natanya against the wall and knelt at her feet, pressing his mouth to the most sensitive spot between her legs. She gasped and laced her fingers through his hair.

"Look," Sasha said to Obi-Wan, her fingers slipping into the waistband of his leggings. "He has her so turned on that she doesn't care that she's naked and anyone could find them here. She's usually quite modest...but he's making her feel so good that she's not thinking of anything else but his mouth on her body." It was true. Qui-Gon was licking her, laving her with his tongue, his hands gripping her hips - she was barely able to remain upright.

Sasha found Obi-Wan's throbbing cock and was stroking it firmly, pulling drops of his seed from it.

Natanya's hands were spread out on the wall behind her, trying to find something to hold onto. Her eyes traveled upward where she spotted Sasha and Obi-Wan. Even from a distance, Obi-Wan felt the power of her black eyes. His mouth opened as she stared at him.

"She sees us," he whispered to Sasha.

"Yes," she replied.

"We should go," he said urgently.

"No," she said, "it's more exciting for her this way. And for you, too." She knelt, her full skirt billowing around her and pulled down his leggings, just enough to let his erection bounce free. The cool air on his hot member made him grasp the handrail tightly. Sasha ran her tongue deliciously over his length.

Qui-Gon stood up, still fully clothed and faced Natanya, pulling his cock from his leggings. He picked her up and impaled her on him with a groan; she wrapped her legs around his waist and began to grind her hips into him. His lips ravished hers and their tongues danced together.

Obi-Wan gasped as Sasha enveloped his cock in her warm, moist mouth.

Qui-Gon held Natanya's rear firmly as she pumped herself against him. He threw his head back, his long hair streaming down his back. Her arms stretched out helplessly.

Obi-Wan felt his cock pulsing and he burst into Sasha's velvety mouth, trying to stay quiet, as Natanya let out a long breath of air and Qui-Gon moaned as quietly as he could.

Obi-Wan exhaled slowly as Sasha gently released him. He tucked himself back in while she stood up and shook out her skirts. She kissed his hot mouth and he returned the kiss eagerly.

"That was wonderful," he murmured to her. She laughed softly, adjusting her glasses and hat. "Let's go," he continued, not wanting his master to see him. Sasha took his arm and led him back down the stairs to rejoin the party in the ballroom.

Qui-Gon held Natanya close to him and kissed her slowly and tenderly. Her body was still on fire, centered around where he lay embedded inside her. He smoothed her hair back from her face and smiled at her. She clung to him, not wanting to let go.

Finally he helped her stand, and she gathered her dress and hat and glasses. As she dressed, Qui-Gon picked up her ruined g-string, breathed in its scent and tucked it into his tunic.

Natanya smiled. "Now I have to go without underwear."

"It will make you think of me," he said, returning her smile.

"I don't need that to think of you," she replied gravely. He pulled her close, and lifting her chin with his hand, kissed her gently.

"I've missed you so much," she whispered.

"I've missed you, too," he answered softly, holding her tightly to him.

"By the way," she murmured into his neck, "have you told your Padawan about me?"

"No," he replied, "Not yet."

"Well," she said, "he knows about us. He was watching us."

Qui-Gon leaned back to look at her. "He was? Are you sure?"

"Yes...I just thought you should know." She kissed the triangle of skin on his neck just above his tunics.

"Oh..." Qui-Gon grew serious.

"And another thing," Natanya continued, "he wasn't alone."

"What do you mean?"

"Sasha was with him." She ran soft kisses along his neck.

"With him...do you mean watching?"

"Not really," Natanya admitted, smiling to herself.

"What do you mean?" he asked, concern in his voice.

"Well...let's just say that Obi-Wan may not be quite as innocent as you think...at least not anymore."

Qui-Gon was silent for a moment. "Oh, Natanya," he said finally, with an embarrassed smile, "I suppose I'll need to talk to him."

They embraced once more before returning to the reception, one at a time.