Falling from Grace 6/16

by Christina, kenobijedione@yahoo.com

Rating: this chapter NC-17

Warnings, disclaimers, etc. in part 1

Chapter 6 (NC-17): Improprieties at the Lake

That evening's meal had been relaxed and pleasurable as the four young adults dined with the Queen, letting down formal reserve and indulging in fine wine and finer meats. The Queen seemed thrilled with her daughter, Sena and the Jedi behaving as old friends and excused herself

from the meal as soon as she'd finished, eager to allow the kids more time to converse amongst themselves. Her heart fluttered though, as she stood and the Jedi hurriedly stood as well, Anakin wobbling only a slight from the wine. The two men bowed deeply and extended their well wishes for the night. The girls giggled and the Queen couldn't hold back a giggle herself.

"Such the perfect gentlemen, always," she remarked, throwing a look at the girls as she exited the room.

"Yeah, right, if only she knew," Sena remarked carelessly as soon as Her Highness was out of ear shot.

Silence fell over the group and deep blush almost the color of the wine seeped into Anakin's cheeks. He wasn't quite sure what to say, as in the presence of others did not seem the appropriate time to say it. Finally, his Master reached out to him.

Remember, Padawan. When a situation presents itself that you are not comfortable with, remain outwardly calm and serene. Soon, the flurry will pass.

Anakin smiled gratefully at his Master. Kalyia broke the silence by kicking her friend under the table, causing Sena to let out a yelp.

"Jesus, Princess," she said fiercely.

Kalyia merely shrugged. Sena muttered a curse word under her breath then looked apologetically at Anakin.

"Sorry," she muttered, casting her eyes to the silverware beside her plate. Her eyes brightened as she looked back up, hopeful for a way to ease the tension in the room. "Hey, you guys want to go swimming?"

Kalyia's eyes widened. She and Sena had gone swimming in the lake at night before and it was downright creepy out there. Once, they'd even gone skinny dipping with a couple of boys in high school and both had been so scared they barely managed to wade into the water. They'd just stood at the edge of the lake in the buff. Finally, a wicked smiled settled over her face. On second thought, this could be fun. Real fun. She nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, come on boys, it'll be fun," she coaxed, looking from Kenobi to Skywalker. "It's such a warm night, it'll be gorgeous."

The Jedi looked at each other, then back at the girls. Anakin voiced what both were thinking. "Isn't it pretty good and dark all the way out there?"

Sena rolled her eyes. "So? Skywalker, you're not scared of the dark are you?"

Anakin glared at her and sighed, as though it was trivial to explain. "The Princess had an attempt on her life not two days ago," he reminded, looking pointedly at his Master. "I don't know if it would be wise as her protectors to put her in an exaggerated place of danger."

"Who better to protect us than the keepers of peace and order in the galaxy?" Sena teased, ignoring the warning look she was getting from her friend.

Obi-Wan made an abrupt movement, throwing his napkin on the table. "Alright, let's go," he instructed, standing and looking at the other three. They stared up at him then stood as well, Sena clapping her hands together and letting out a squeal of excitement. She bounded out of the room, Anakin following close behind. Kalyia narrowed her eyes at Kenobi.

"Are you sure?" she asked.

Obi-Wan tilted his head and smiled at her in a way that caused her heard to leap into her throat. Damn him. "I'm sure," he muttered softly, extending his arm and indicating her to exit the room first.

Kalyia stayed rooted to the spot. "You're just trying to appease Sena. Why?" she asked, cocking her head the same way and desperately trying to look as appealing as he did.

It was working. Obi-Wan felt his heart thud in his chest and he hoped the Princess couldn't hear it thundering around them. She is so beautiful. "She's testing you," he answered, grateful that his voice surfaced calm and in control, completely contrary to what he was feeling at the moment. "I'm not going to let her win."

Kalyia smiled slowly, suddenly finding herself moving closer to the handsome Jedi. She slid up next to him, placing a soft, feathery kiss on his cheek. It was so light and brief, Obi-Wan wondered if he imagined it. Then she was speaking, all business.

"So come on, Jedi," she coaxed, backing out of the dining hall. "Let's get our suits on."

***

Anakin and Sena were lounging in the foyer when Obi-Wan and Kalyia appeared.

"Finally," Anakin grunted, pushing himself up from the chair he was flopped in and heading for the door.

He led the way out into the night, Sena following closely behind with Obi-Wan and Kalyia bringing up the rear. It was about a twenty minute walk to the lake, but they made it in ten, skipping, running and jumping their way there, carefree whoops and hollers floating up into the air as they approached. Anakin immediately threw off his t-shirt and kicked his shoes to the side, running into the lake in his swim trunks. His lean, pale torso glistened in the sparse moonlight as he surfaced not a moment later, water droplets beading on his shoulders and face. Obi-Wan grinned and followed quickly, shedding his shirt and shoes as quickly as his apprentice had and wading into the water without preamble. It was warm, he surmised, only a couple of degrees cooler than the air.

The girls stood on the shoreline, looking nervously around at the wind biting trees and soft night noises rustling in them.

"I told you it was scary out here," Kalyia muttered, realizing she hadn't reminded her friend of just that.

It didn't matter, she knew Sena remembered.

"So what?" Sena muttered back, in a breath so soft Kalyia barely heard. "When you've got that sight to gaze at I can think of plenty of other things that could go bump in the night."

Kalyia followed her friends lustful gaze to the two young men frolicking in the water. Obi-Wan was decidedly more broad since the last time she'd seen him bare chested, the years after he'd been granted Knightdom filling him more into a man and less like that of a Padawan. His chest was smooth and defined, each and every muscle clearly visible beneath soft, golden skin. Biceps rippled on his arms as he picked up his Padawan and playfully splashed him back into the water. Back muscles leapt into view with the quick blocking reflex as his counterpart moved to defend. And finally, flat, taut abdomen cut with stomach muscles accompanied lean hips as he moved closer to shore in the rapidly shallowing water, his swim trunks weighted down on his body by the gravity of the liquid they held. Kalyia sucked in a breath. Sena laughed softly.

"Mm humm. That's what I was thinking."

Anakin moved beside his Master, just as gloriously cut and defined with muscle, as the girls supposed every Jedi was, but leaner, paler, more stealth-like than his Master. He had the physique that Kalyia remembered Obi-Wan having at that age. Both were, indeed, a sight for any female to appreciate.

"Come on girls," Anakin goaded, waving a hand. "This was your idea, wasn't it?"

Kalyia was the first to react, already in only her bikini top and shorts she pulled the shorts down and stepped out of them, then reached up to loosen her hair tie. She didn't hear the strangled gasps of both Jedi as she let her hair down, soft dark waves cascading about her shoulders and swirling down her back. Obi-Wan barely noticed anything around him as he gaped at the Princess. Her body was as he remembered it: perfect. With the exception that it was more beautiful than before, although he wasn't quite sure that was possible. Graceful neck curved into well-muscled shoulders and slender arms that were long and graceful. How he loved to feel those arms around his neck... Full, rounded breasts curved into a lean waist and narrow hips, taut, flat belly leading to long, powerful legs like those of a thoroughbred. How he loved to feel those legs wrapped around his hips...

Jesus, stop. He commanded himself, feeling a slight twitching of his groin as he let his imagination run wild. He tore his eyes away and felt his Padawan do the same as the girls approached, both beautiful in their own right, Kalyia strikingly so, with the poise and perfection one expected of a Princess. Sena was simply cute, adorable even, with a tight, petite body and unproportionately large breasts that jutted proudly from her tiny bathing suit. Anakin closed his eyes briefly and remembered the girl's bed, how he'd been so focused on that delightful bosom, and how much pleasure it brought her when he touched and stroked her sensitive nipples. His mind drifted to the vision he'd been encountered with when he'd looked up at her from that tender place between her thighs--her small hands stroking large breasts, advancing her own pleasure as she took the cherry centers between her own fingers and pinched and squeezed them. His manhood hardened beneath his trunks and Anakin immediately placed a calm over himself, using the Force to relax and even his breathing. He felt his Master doing the same and didn't blame him one bit, stealing a quick glance at Kalyia, her long and graceful body that he only wished he could do unspeakable things to.

Finally, the two Jedi were composed, and the girls were only tip toeing into the water at a snails pace.

"It's warm," Obi-Wan said evenly, realizing that he sounded completely in control which was virtually opposite of how he felt at the moment. "Come on, we won't bite."

Anakin stifled a giggle and sent a message to his Master.

Yet.

Obi-Wan looked at him, surprised.

Padawan! he scolded.

Anakin merely threw him an innocent look and shrugged. Sena threw that same look to her friend and shrugged as well. As if on cue, both girls squealed and splashed wholly into the water, laughter emanating from all four as they did so. They played and frolicked like carefree children for nearly an hour and a half. No one fought, no one bit, and no one made one snide comment. Obi-Wan was grateful. He got the feeling that Sena felt as Kalyia did about Jedi: their reputation was worth more than they. And he supposed that her short history with Anakin might have earned them that reputation. He made a mental note to talk to Anakin about being more careful with his seduction of women, and more choosy in whom he invited to his bed. Restraint was a powerful lesson.

Finally, Sena dragged herself out of the water and wrapped in a large towel. Anakin followed her out. They sat on the shore line as they dried, talking softly while Kalyia and Obi-Wan continued to swim and play. Anakin watched and hid his jealousy as his Master put powerful hands around the Princess' tiny waist and lifted her out of the water, eliciting a delightful laugh from her as he plunged her back in. She recovered for only a moment before pouncing on his back, laughing as she slid long legs around his waist and held on for dear life.

They look so at ease with each other, so right together, Anakin thought sourly.

"Anakin?" Sena was speaking to him and regrettably, he hadn't heard a word she'd said. Her hand was trailing lazy circles across his forearm and he looked at it, surprised.

"I asked if you wanted to go back. I'm getting cold," she repeated, staring at him with what seemed like concern, but with Sena, Anakin never could tell. He gave one more glance to his Master and the Princess before nodding. They stood and Anakin waded half-way into the water before Obi-Wan and Kalyia noticed him. They stopped playing, breath coming in small puffs in front of both of their faces.

"Sena's getting cold so I'm gonna walk her back," he said, his voice sounding strange even to himself in the quiet night.

Obi-Wan nodded at his Padawan. "Be mindful," he instructed, nodding to their light sabers that lay on the ground near the trees. He glanced at Kalyia. "We'll be up to the house shortly I'm sure," he added.

Anakin nodded and returned the Princess' smile before he retrieved his shirt and his light saber. Sena lifted a hand and waved at the two in the water before turning and running to catch up with Anakin.

An eerie quiet settled over the lake after the two had gone. Kalyia looked at Obi-Wan and half-grinned, wading quietly in the water. Obi-Wan ran his fingers through his short hair and kept his hands clasped atop his head. Kalyia could barely tear her eyes from his chest and arms, highlighted by the moonlight that was seeping through the trees. When she looked at his face, it did nothing to calm her thundering heart. God, he's beautiful. Obi-Wan seemed to be studying her as well, she looked down at herself in the waist deep water and blushed. She heard a slight laugh escape from Obi-Wan's lips.

"What?"

Kalyia shook her head, her eyes darting from one side of the lake to the other, unable to look at him. "Nothing," she muttered, wading a little farther away from him, feeling silly at the sudden loss of control she was experiencing.

"Hey," Obi-Wan said quietly, dropping his arms from his head. "We were just having fun right?"

Kalyia frowned. Just having fun. Right. God, the Jedi infuriated her sometimes. The outward calm, nothing rattling their cages. Nothing. A far cry from the miserable boy that showed up in her room late one night after his Master was killed. A far cry from the boy who practically pleaded with her to make him forget, if just for one night. A far cry from the boy who nuzzled her neck lovingly, morning after morning, making her feel safe and loved and cherished; whispering soft, inspiring words in her ear as they experienced passion like she'd never experienced before. Instantly, Kalyia's head snapped up, anger burning in her eyes. God, she missed that boy. This was a grown man, a Jedi in complete control of his emotions, unwilling to surrender any power. Yes, it made him sexy. Yes, it made him untouchable. But what if she wanted to touch him? Then what? Would she get the same in-control treatment she was getting now? Obi-Wan stepped back in the water, surprised by the sudden fury that burned in the Princess' eyes. She'd been silent a while and had begun to shiver. Now, she backed out of the water as though he was a snake, coiled and ready to strike.

"You ready to go?" she asked flatly, reaching the shoreline and turning to retrieve her towel from the grass where she'd dropped it earlier. She wrapped herself in it, it's largeness swallowing her body, making her look tiny and fragile where she stood.

Obi-Wan emerged from the water quickly, not comfortable with how vulnerable she looked alone on the shoreline. He alerted his Jedi senses for danger nearby and could detect none. Exhaling sharply, he grabbed his own towel and ran it over his head, his hair standing in wet spikes. He was trying to read into her, to sense what had changed in the last few minutes, but could only feel shut off from her, and it hurt him--bad. Instead, he said nothing, running the towel down his body and drying the water from his skin. He picked up his shirt and began to put it on, then held it out to the girl who was still shivering as she put her shorts on. She regarded it curiously, then him.

"What's that for?"

Obi-Wan sighed. "You seem cold," he said softly. "I thought you might want to wear my shirt."

Kalyia half gestured to his bare chest. "What are you gonna wear?"

Looking down at himself, Obi-Wan shrugged. "I'm fine," he muttered.

Without warning, Kalyia grabbed the shirt, slipping it over her head and trying to ignore the chills she felt at the soft clothing that was surrounded with Obi-Wan's scent touching her bare skin. She sighed and felt tears come to her eyes. Turning quickly so the Jedi wouldn't see them, she began at a brisk walk back to the property. Kenobi had to run to catch up with her.

"Kalyia," he said breathlessly, unknowingly infuriating her more as the breathy word sounded like he did when they were in bed. He grabbed her arm. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Stop for a second."

She groaned audibly and turned to face him, eyes glittering in the moonlight. They were at an open field now, the first of three they'd have to cross before the house was even in sight. "What?" she snapped, yanking her arm away from him and tearing her gaze away too, unwilling to look at the hurt and confusion that was crossing his face.

Silence permeated them for a long time and Kalyia swallowed repeatedly to force the tears back down her throat. She didn't even know why she was so angry. She was the one that didn't want anything with this guy, right? Finally, he spoke.

"What the hell happened back there?" he asked, his anger showing through his normally serene facade. "I thought we were having a good time."

"That's all I'm good for right?" she bullied. "A good time?" She had no idea what she was saying or why she was saying it, words were just flowing out of her mouth as they came to her. It didn't matter anyway, she supposed. After this mission was over, she'd probably never see him again.

Obi-Wan's brow furrowed in confusion. He spoke slowly. "No, that's not all you're good for--" he started, then stopped, thinking. "But that's what I have when I'm with you. A good time."

Kalyia sniffed then smiled crookedly. "Whatever, Jedi," she muttered, closing herself off from him. She started to walk again when Obi-Wan abruptly pulled her back. She winced as his hand closed around her injured bicep.

"Ow! Jesus, Kenobi," she scolded, rubbing her aching arm.

Obi-Wan immediately repented. "I'm sorry," he said softly, reaching for the arm but then thinking better of it and dropping his hand.

Kalyia looked at him expectantly. "So, aren't you going to do whatever it is that you do to make it feel better?" she asked, wide eyed.

The Jedi looked at her contemplatively, then smirked. "You want me to behave like a Jedi?" he asked, his tone slightly mocking.

Kalyia snorted. "Shut up and just do it," she instructed, holding her arm out to him.

Kenobi stared at the girl for a long time. Her damp hair tangled in the slight breeze. His t-shirt hung loosely on her but he distinctly noticed where her breasts swelled outward, nipples hardening slightly from the cold. Or from his stare. Licking his lips, Obi-Wan smiled thoughtfully. "Well there's two ways I can make it feel better," he announced, taking hold of her arm and caressing her forearm gently with his hand.

She shivered beneath his touch but struggled to hold her composure. "Do whatever it is that Anakin would have done," she instructed, catching his surprised look. "Yesterday my arm was hurting and he made it feel better," she explained, a hint of a smile playing at the jealous look on his face.

Obi-Wan sighed and nodded. "Okay, then I'm gonna assume he used method number one. I hope he used method number one," he amended, closing his hand lightly over the healing wound and sending a soothing tendril of the Force out to her, warming both their bodies instantly.

Kalyia closed her eyes as the pain immediately seeped away. "Yeah," she breathed. "That's what he did."

Obi-Wan exhaled sharply. "Good," he said forcefully.

He didn't speak again, just looked at the girl as she stood in the moonlight, eyes closed, hair tossing slightly in the wind. Finally, she opened her eyes and pursed her lips, thinking.

"Why?" she asked finally, suspicion creeping into her voice. "What's method number two?"

Obi-Wan smiled, hesitating. He only needed to look at her full lips for a few seconds before he descended upon her, hands cupping her delicate face, his mouth claiming hers with his own. He felt Kalyia gasp in surprise and instinctively pull back, but he held her close, kneading his lips against hers, insistently, desperately, hoping against hope she didn't reject him. She didn't, finally, sucking air from both of them and kissing back, her hands snaking up to his own face where she stroked his cheeks, his neck, and finally slipped her arms around to the top of his spine, one hand snaking into his damp hair, the other roaming down his bare back sending chills through him at each place she touched. He could feel her hard nipples pressing through her bikini top, through the thin material of his t-shirt and into his chest, raking over him with each movement she made. And finally, he head a small whimper course through her throat, as his tongue was admitted into her mouth and he stroked, explored, and tasted her as though it was the first time. Finally, he released her and she stumbled back, gasping for breath. Sometimes Obi-Wan forgot she didn’t have the reserves of a Jedi. Her chest heaved, drawing his eyes and sparking desire in him stronger than before. They stared at each other, wildly, hungry, before Kalyia finally opened her mouth and spoke.

"I think--I liked method number two better," she admitted, a small smile coming to her lips.

Obi-Wan smiled as well and opened his arms. "Come here," he whispered, his heart jumping as she actually did settle against his chest, her head resting against his muscles. She was undoubtedly listening to the thundering in his chest that was his heart beat.

He closed his arms around her and rested his chin on her head, allowing himself to feel every inch of her body against his. They remained like that, Jedi holding Princess, until Kalyia pulled away far enough to look up into his eyes. She opened her mouth to say something, but seemed to forget what it was as they stared intensely at each other.

Obi-Wan smiled and chuckled a bit. "You were gonna say...?" he teased.

She frowned and simply tilted her head further up, connecting her lips onto his, stroking her tongue against his bottom lip then nipping it gently, playfully. Obi-Wan opened his mouth slightly and allowed her inside, laughter bubbling in his throat as she bit at him again, then used her tongue to slide away the pain. Finally, she tore herself away from his warm, wet mouth and stepped back, lifting his t-shirt off of her body. She tossed it aside but didn't remove any other clothing as she descended upon him again, placing soft, moist kisses across his shoulders and neck, finding the pulse at the base and sucking lightly on it. She smiled as he groaned softly. His hands traveled through her damp hair and down her back. He stopped at the tie of her bathing suit but didn't unfasten it, probably not wanting to assume something that might not happen. Kalyia was grateful, because at this point she wasn't sure what was going to happen either. She moved lower, flicking at one tight, brown nipple with her tongue then moving toward the other one, blazing a trail of hot, wet kisses along the way.

Reaching the other nipple, her favorite one, she decided with a small laugh, she nipped at it gently then licked away the pain enjoying the soft moans she was eliciting from the Jedi. Finally, she trailed lower, tongue sliding down the indentation that led from his chest to his stomach, tracing the lines where muscle was cut and showing rigidly through skin. At his waist, she gripped his shorts, looking up at him quickly, contemplating. He stood above her, silhouetted in the moonlight like some sort of Greek God, looking down with the lovingest of eyes. He reached down, stroking her hair away from her face in a gentle, even tender gesture.

"I should get you back," he managed to say.

Maybe it was the fact that the expectation wasn't there that pushed Kalyia's desire to do it. Maybe it was the fact that she'd never seen any man look quite so sexy, so vulnerable, so powerful and so innocent all at the same time. Whatever it was, she smiled up at the boy and murmured, "not quite yet," then worked the tie of his swim trunks and slid them slowly down powerful thighs.

He was not fully erect but well on his way and Kalyia delighted in the feel of him against her palm, warmness aching and throbbing in her closed hand, so familiar yet somehow different altogether. He'd grown, in body and in spirit, in mind and understanding. He was indeed a boy the last time she'd loved him this way, and now he was a man. She knew, somehow, that this would be an entirely new experience, as though loving him for the first time. Her breath tickled his skin as she breathed on his sensitive flesh, placing soft kisses around his belly button and lower across his muscular thighs. Thighs that were hardened by endless workouts, training and battle, so powerful while being lean and graceful, and Kalyia could only marvel at his beauty. Snaking her hands around his back, she brushed feather-like touches across his firm buttocks, squeezing gently, then harder, urging him down onto the grass with her. He complied, his back making contact with the cool earth and causing him to gasp slightly as it tickled the backs of his legs, his ass, and finally, his back and shoulders.

Before Kalyia could lower herself down his body once again, he grasped for her, catching her around the waist and lifting her atop him, so she was straddling his ribcage. Obi-Wan reached up, stroking her breasts through the still-damp fabric of her suit, swiftly hardening her nipples and bringing soft moans to the tip of the Princess' tongue. Finally, daringly, he slipped his fingers beneath the material, striking one cherry nipple and pinching it lightly, drawing a squeal from the back of her throat into the quiet night air. He laughed softly and moved his other hand around her back, tugging at the bows that tied the material to her. It fell slack, and he reached up behind her neck, freeing the second and last tie. The discarded material fell softly to Obi-Wan's chest and Kalyia brushed it away, immediately leaning over him to claim his lips in a kiss. She maneuvered herself so that her clothed groin moved roughly over his, bringing him rapidly to full hardness and agonizing moans curled up from his throat. His hands were suddenly at her waist, tugging impatiently at the shorts that hindered his goal. Kalyia laughed when he gave up and snaked a hand beneath her, dipping between her thighs and up under the cuff of the denim material, his fingers reaching even further, beyond her bathing suit bottom, finally stroking heated flesh.

"Where is that famous patience, Jedi?" she teased, slipping herself off of him and kneeling in the grass between his legs, slowly working the shorts down her legs.

Obi-Wan watched breathlessly and answered her honestly. "I want to be with you wholly, Kalyia, just me tonight. No help of the Force."

The Princess tossed her shorts aside and moved to do the same with her bikini bottoms, then stopped, affected by what he'd said.

"No matter how you love me, Obi-Wan, you are always perfect," she murmured honestly.

She trailed the wet garment from her legs and tossed that aside as well, smiling softly at the enamored look that crossed her lover's face as he drank her body in. Leaning down, she faced his massive erection, trailing her tongue over the throbbing vein on it's exposed underside. The Jedi shivered. Her hand reached up and stroked it's leaking tip, evidence that she'd already had an affect on him. Kalyia smiled, slipping her wetted fingers down the shaft, moistening it with the salty substance before moving up slightly and engorging his member into her mouth. She engulfed him slowly, taking him only half way in before releasing him to the tip, concentrating the tip of her tongue on it's swelling head, then taking him into her throat a bit more, continuing this game until she'd taken him fully. When her soft mouth and pulsing tongue held his entirety, Obi-Wan gasped and arched his back, thrusting himself farther into her mouth. Kalyia took him eagerly, enjoying the feel of the pulsing muscle at her control, knowing she was responsible for the sounds of ecstasy escaping the serene Jedi's lips. She was driving him wild, holding onto him like a vice grip one minute, tongue stroking his sensitive underside unheedingly, then releasing him, letting the cool night air surround his throbbing prick while she mouthed it's head, drawing more and more precum from him than he desired to let go. If she kept this up, he wouldn't last much longer, and in her mouth was not where he'd planned to release. A few more rounds and Obi-Wan was panting, pleading with her to release him. She did, finally, sliding back up his limp body with a satisfied smile, kissing him fully on the lips and allowing him to taste the briny flavor of his excitement. Obi-Wan grasped the Princess' cheeks, pulling her mouth deftly to his, stroking her with his tongue, sending vivid pictures to her of what he could do with that very tongue in other places. Soon she was practically purring in his arms, writhing above him as she rubbed her satiated mound across his rigid planes, finding satisfaction in first grinding against his hip bone, then moving toward his slicked wet organ and using it to satisfy her need. Without warning, the Jedi flipped the girl over, landing her in the soft grass with a light thud. She exhaled sharply, then giggled as his mouth descended over one soft breast, palm kneading the other one firmly, stroking and pinching her nipple with his finger tips. He switched, using his mouth to bring the other peak to a quivering zenith, glistening and hardening further as the night breeze whipped past it's moistened tip. Satisfied with his work, Obi-Wan slid lower, ignoring the almost painful throbbing in his groin. He wanted to slip inside of her right now, letting that soft, velvet cave swallow him until he saw stars in front of his eyes. But his determination was something else entirely, and he maneuvered lower, kissing gentle, loving kisses across her stomach, reaching lower to the spot just above the triangle of curls and spending time there, sucking and tasting her sweet skin.

"I love it here," he murmured. "It's so soft, sweet--it's the perfect spot."

This drew a smile from the Princess as his tongue ran across the perfect spot, several times until it finally sank lower, exploring the fleshy folds that were already wet with need. He tasted tentatively at first, lapping here, there, not staying too long in one place, wanting to touch all of her, taste every part. Finally she was moaning steadily, pressing her hips up, begging him to not be so gentle. Obi-Wan genially complied, parting the folds to her secret treasure with his tongue and venturing further, dipping into honeyed caverns and drawing louder, more insistent calls of pleasure from her. Finally, he rose several centimeters and clamped onto her throbbing nub, the place he knew would bring her to fits of ecstasy in a matter of minutes. She groaned loudly, raking her hands into Obi-Wan's hair and murmuring his name softly. He stroked and prodded her needy button, sliding his tongue roughly over it then softly back, moving to the rhythm her hips had created for them. Her thighs squeezed his head, allowing him to go nowhere until she'd gotten just what she wanted. Hands raked through his hair, pulling at it, pushing at it, unable to decide whether she wanted more or if the pleasure was too much. Then her breathing shallowed and quickened, her cries coming in short gasps. Her back arched high off the ground pushing Obi-Wan closer and closer to her.

The wave crashed over her and she nearly screamed into the quiet night, wave after wave of incredible sensation bringing white flashes to her eyes and a pounding in her head. Finally, she settled, her throat hoarse and weakening as she whispered his name, over and over and over as though she wasn't even aware she was doing it. Her eyes were tightly shut, body rocking gently from side to side as the last of the tremors shot through her. She had to push him away as he teased and flicked at her sensitive nub with his tongue, and finally he complied, settling next to her in the grass, pushing sweaty strands of hair off her forehead.

He was about to say something when he heard his Padawan's strangled cry.