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Aruna I	By : laloga13 Category: Star Wars (All) > Het - Male/Female Views: 2173 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: this takes place during the prologue of my fic, Untouchable, about a year prior to the start of the Clone Wars, so Kali and Stone have not met yet...

Ashley...this is for you. :)

Aruna I

It's been a while since we've done anything like that, but it might make for a nice way to pass the time.

The moment she could get away from the ceremony, Kalinda Halcyon made a beeline for her quarters in the palace at Rudral, one thing on her mind. So intent was she on her goal that she only belatedly noticed that Obi-Wan was on her heels, his long stride easily matching her harried pace.

“I hope the rush isn't for my benefit,” he said, amusement tinting his voice.

Ignoring him, Kalinda slipped past the tall, marbled columns of the throne room and turned to the left, down a nearby corridor that led to the guest quarters. As the celebration of the king's wedding was taking place in the city below, the palace was relatively quiet now, save a few unfortunate guards who were emanating annoyance that they were missing the festivities. None of them paid the Jedi any mind in her rush.

Behind her, Obi-Wan's footsteps were measured, calm. “Be careful,” he said. “The floor is -”

Of course, as he was saying the words, the shoes that she'd been given to wear after the ceremony – pointed, tight things with too much silk and glitter – caused her to slip on the marble floor, toofast for even her Jedi-reflexes to stop her. Kali nearly tumbled to the ground, but was stopped by a gentle touch of the Force from her companion.

A touch that effectively immobilized her. After a few moments of struggling, Kali gave him a mock-glare. “Let me go.”

He did not answer her for a moment, only regarded her with his storm-blue eyes. Finally she gave a huff of indignation and he smiled, wide and charming enough to make her return the expression. “Ben,” she said, her voice softer with his nickname. “Come on. Enough fooling around.”

“No, I don't believe that for a moment,” he replied, though she felt his grip on the Force loosen and she was free to move once more. Pausing only to slip off her shoes and carry them with one hand, she continued barreling through the hallways. Obi-Wan followed.

Once she reached her quarters, Kali gave a sigh of relief as she entered the door. Aruna was a wealthy planet, and the Jedi were always considered honored guests, so she and Obi-Wan had been given the very finest accommodations: between their bedrooms was a shared sitting room, replete with a plushy sofa and chairs, covered with soft, silky cloth. Tall windows that opened up to the city below rested at one side of the room, revealing that the bright blue sky of late afternoon was starting to be tinted with rose and violet, evidence of dusk's approach. The scent of frangipani – incense used to mark the celebration – drifted up through the gauzy curtains and added a sweetness to the air.

But Kali ignored all of this as she tossed her shoes on the sofa and immediately rushed for her bedroom, adjacent to the common area. Behind her, Obi-Wan cleared his throat.

“Kali, I'm flattered, but there's really no rush-”

At this she paused at the threshold to her room and turned to him, one brow arched. “Did it ever cross your mind that my sprint to get back here has nothing to do with you?”

He smiled at her again, the smile that always made her heart beat a little faster. “Doesn't it?”

Making a noise of exasperation, Kali headed through her quarters. The room was outfitted much the same as the common area, albeit with a wide bed in place of sofa, and there was also a 'fresher. A fabulous, large, marbled 'fresher with the biggest bathtub she'd ever laid eyes on, and Kalinda was determined to immerse herself in it immediately. She didn't even bother to turn on the light, as the sunlight coming in from the bedroom window was enough to illumine everything, even the glinting, gold hardware.

While Obi-Wan leaned against the door-frame, she turned on the faucets with a flick of her wrist and watched as warm water began streaming in the tub. There was a container of moist-towels that she'd requested earlier, one of which she selected to swipe the kohl from her eyes, the rest of the cosmetics that had been so carefully applied to her skin meeting the same end. Only when she began to pull off one of the layers of jewelry with which she'd been laden did he make a noise of protest. Biting back her sigh, Kali glanced at him. “I have to get rid of this stuff, Obi-Wan. I'm going stir-crazy with all of this...this...”

It was his turn to arch his brow. “Finery?” She laughed and he smiled. However, as she made to lift the gold necklaces from her neck, he stepped forward and put a hand on her forearm, stilling her. “Just...wait a moment, if you don't mind,” he said.

“Why?”

“You look beautiful, Kali,” he replied with another, softer smile. “Like a goddess. I want to take a mental picture of how you are, right now.”

“But...” She cast a longing look at the filling tub then glanced back at him. Despite herself, she was pleased at the compliment, so she lowered her hands and stood in place as he stepped back and regarded her. “Make it quick, please.”

“I'll take as long as I need.”

Humidity began to condense the air around them, despite the doorway and the open window in the room beyond, and when she inhaled she could still smell the city, the incense. A distant cheer rose up from outside, and a swell of music followed, faint on the wind.

But all she could see was Obi-Wan as he looked at her. He'd been outfitted in similar garb for the occasion – albeit with no jewelry or cosmetics – the silk tunic that fell just above his knees accentuating his slender form, its deep, crimson color bringing out the blue of his eyes. She dimly realized that beneath the trousers, his feet were uncharacteristically bare. “Lovely,” he said at last, smiling at her.

“Great. Now help me get all this 'finery' off of me before I damage something.”

Chuckling, he cast a lazy wave of his fingers towards the faucet of the tub – which had finally filled – and then stepped forward to help her. Kali's hands raised to lift away the necklaces, but he shook his head and bade her be still. Obi-Wan reached around her neck and began to unfasten the jewelry, his breath warm against her skin in a way that sent a shiver down her arms. To keep them from getting tangled while he disrobed her, he slid the necklaces around his arm, then took her wrists in his hands and removed the bracelets, pausing to kiss the tips of her fingers as he did so. “I think this is my favorite,” he said, almost to himself.

“What is?”

His eyes lifted to hers as he smiled again. “The henna.”

Kali had to agree with him on that score. The painted whorls on her skin that had taken hours to apply were a mixture of flowers, vines and undefinable paisley patterns that covered her hands, lower arms and feet. As she was opening her mouth to tell him she thought so, too, he lifted her right hand up to his and kissed her palm, where a six-petaled flower had been inked. The gesture was simple, but within it she could discern a definitive passion that set her heart to beating faster. A tendril of Force-energy coiled from him and flicked out to her, querying. In response, Kali's eyes closed and she sighed.

The soft clearing of his throat indicated that he'd finished removing the jewelry and she noted that he'd set it aside on the marble sink to one side of the tub. Now that the faucet was off, the room was quiet save for the faint sounds of music and cheering crowds from the city – far away. Swallowing, Kalinda looked up at him. “What's next? Please say the hair.”

He chuckled. “As you wish.”

Her dark hair had been coiled into myriad sections and pinned to her skull in a most uncomfortable manner, leaving only a few curls to fall at the side of her face. Kalinda hardly dared to breathe as he reached forward, his body aligned with hers so that she could feel the warmth of his skin radiating off of him, and began to draw out the pins, one by one. Despite his proximity and the ache of longing that it was bringing about, Kali had to let out a sigh of relief as her hair began to fall down to its natural place around her shoulders.

With gentle but assured movements, Obi-Wan removed the last of the pins, pausing to run his fingers through the lengths of her hair, bringing them back up to rub at her scalp a few times. The action nearly made her melt into his arms; as it was she felt a thrill run across her skin from the contact.

A faint laugh made her eyes open. “I'm glad I'm so entertaining, Obi-Wan.”

“I've never seen anyone so pleased to have their hair down,” he replied, his mouth only a breath away from hers, such that his words were not so much heard as they were felt, a gentle exhalation of sound against her lips. Then he smiled again. “You're still beautiful, in case you were wondering.”

“You too,” she said.

At this he glanced down at his tunic and then back up at her. “Hmmm. Well, I miss my boots,” he admitted after a moment. She chuckled at this, and he indicated the tub. “It's going to get cold if we keep dawdling.”

“We?”

His smile was different, now. It held an edge that was mirrored by the glint in his eyes. “You and I.”

Kali shivered.

The dress was next. Purple shimmersilk, embroidered with gold and filigreed with sequins; she told him to just toss the thing on the floor and be done with it, but Obi-Wan was never careless or hasty. He unfastened the ties that held it at her waist and unwrapped it from her torso, taking the time to unwind the fabric from her left shoulder and allow her to step out of it before folding the length of material and placing it on a small stool to one side of the room. The remainder of her clothing followed suit.

The room was not cold, not even a little, but her skin pricked under his gaze, her body responding to him even as he laid no hand upon her. Again, she felt a nudge of the Force, and her eyes closed briefly, a sigh escaping her lips. Obi-Wan smiled and moved to her again, closing the last of the space between them as he cupped her cheek with his right hand, the other resting on the curve of her hip.

This was the moment she was lost to him, if she had not been so before. Her own hands sought his face, noting the faintest presence of stubble on his cheeks and chin, and she pulled him closer. In some distant part of her mind, the kiss was likened the swelling of a wave, pulling her to its center with inexorable but gentle force, and she realized that she was ready to immerse herself completely.

Breathless, she pulled back and began to fumble with his tunic, working to slide it up and over his head, though she was not as gentle as he'd been with her own garments. Only when his chin got stuck in the hem of the thing did she pause to glance at him, noting the way that his face was puckered as though he were trying very hard not to laugh at her. With a sigh, Kali eased the fabric across his face and pulled it free of him. At his stern look she rolled her eyes and folded the tunic as he'd done, setting it on top of her discarded dress.

“Happy?” It was not easy to inject sarcasm into her tone, as his well-muscled chest was more distracting than not, but she managed. Barely.

His grin told her that he wasn't fooled. “It's a good start.”

Kali smiled back, then moved to the tub. It was so large that a series of small, marbled steps were required to actually enter, though the thought of forgoing them to vault inside flitted through her mind. The water was delicious, the temperature just warm enough to engulf her in a sensation of contentment; as Obi-Wan shed the last of his clothing, Kali ducked her head beneath the surface. When she came up, he was looking down at her, an amused smile on his face.

Rather than let him speak, she extended her hand, dripping wet. His palm rested in hers, and he was beside her in a moment, his eyes closing briefly as the sensation of being warm engulfed him as well. After another dunk, Kali moved beside him, head and shoulders above the water line, so that her dark hair fanned around behind her. “Finally,” she murmured, settling against the side of the tub. There was a raised seat beneath the water, on which they were resting. The warmth of the water and the relief at being free from the jewelry and other “finery” had pushed her desire to the edge of her awareness, and she leaned her head back along the rim and closed her eyes. “You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this.”

“I think I can guess,” he replied. It was then that she felt him reach for her. One smooth movement was all that he needed to draw her out of her reverie and pull her towards his chest, so that she was seated on his lap, facing him. For a moment he stroked her cheek with his thumb, then he leaned forward to kiss her again. It was deeper this time, laced with an urgency that she didn't need the Force to sense, given the press of his length below her body.

Obi-Wan was never hasty or careless, but if the moment was right, he could be swayed by desire. One of his hands tangled in her dripping hair, the other seeking her raised nipples as he kissed her mouth. A soft noise escaped her throat as he did so, the sound caught between a groan and a whimper, and his grip in her hair tightened. When he broke the kiss they both took a few deep breaths before he looked at her again; his face was flushing and she could see his irises darkening with desire.

She wanted to say something clever or wry, something that would make him smile, but words failed her, so she only leaned forward to kiss him again, pressing her body as close to his as she could. He might have murmured her name, or only thought it, as she was unable to focus on much beyond the feel of his skin beneath hers, or the taste of his breath on her tongue.

Then she felt it: another touch of the Force, directed at her core; the feeling made her gasp in earnest as he centered the flare of pleasure upon her. It was focused and precise, the action of someone who kept the delineation of her body within his own mind, and she was suddenly consumed with need, with want. “Ben...”

It was all she could say, even after her own name was spoken back to her, an echo of her desire.

Using her own Force-energy, Kali sent a coil of sensation to him in return, smiling to herself as his back arched a little and his hands dropped to grip her seat. When his eyes fell upon her again, they were dark-blue, the color of the evening sky that was even now dipping into indigo, just outside the room beyond. He gave an incongruous, gentle smile and kissed her mouth once. “I've missed you,” he said after a moment, his polished accent a bit hoarse.

In response, she tilted her head as if about to ask him a question, though she was silent, instead sliding herself on top of him, surrounding him with the press of her body. The sensation made them both exhale in a sharp, simultaneous motion, and for a moment she savored the feel of him within her, filling her core. Obi-Wan reached for her and pulled her as close to his chest as he could; they began to move their hips in tandem. As they did so, she sent a thread of her own Force-energy to him, noting how a groan sounded from his throat at the action. He bent his head to kiss her jaw, her lips, her neck, his mouth leaving traces of moisture that mingled with the warm water, some of which was starting to slosh over the rim of the tub.

A current of his energy, stronger and more forceful than it had been before, rippled within her body, making her murmur his name again, her head falling back as she started to lose herself to pleasure. Before she could, however, Obi-Wan brought her head forward, pressing their foreheads together and meeting her gaze with his own. The tips of her fingers wrung through his sandy hair before dropping to cling to his back, and she whispered his name again, the sound blending with the splash of water. Now his breath was short and his hair was plastered to his face from her grasp, then he thrust himself into her with greater strength than before.

Their movements intensified until she was not certain where Kali ended and Ben began. The intake and exhale of their breathing blended together, the sound merging with the lap of water against their bodies. Pleasure consumed her, wrought from his touch and his mouth on her skin, and Kali realized that she couldn't hold herself back any longer. As she reached the moment of release, she felt Obi-Wan's awareness brush hers, the loop of shared sensation that was eddying on the currents of energy between them, bringing them both to the zenith of pleasure. Perhaps she cried his name; perhaps he did hers. They were lost to each other for the span of a few heartbeats, and somewhere in the back of her mind, behind the power of their joining, Kali felt a deep, abiding joy take over her heart.

When the moment ended, Obi-Wan leaned forward to kiss her mouth once, gently, before he glanced down at the rim of the tub, his eyes wrinkling with amusement at the sight. Following his gaze, Kali gave a laugh as well: the marbled floor was lined with a thin sheet of water that reflected the fading lights outside; their clothes – so carefully stacked – had somehow fallen to the puddle and were darkening with moisture.

She gave him as innocent a look as she could manage, given her position. “It wasn't my fault.”

“Did I say anything to that effect?” His mouth quirked into a smile. “Not everything is about you, Kali.”

In response, she gave him a playful nudge, though the movement made them both shiver, as he was still within her, his energy not quite spent. After a moment she felt another, tentative brush of the Force, which she returned with a slightly less gentle one, centered on his hardness as it renewed itself further. He gave a deep sigh, his eyes on her darkening once more even as he indicated the bedroom with a nod of his head. “We should take this somewhere else before you make even more of a mess.”

“I-”

Before she could protest, he pulled her face to his, kissing her hard before leaning back and lifting up her hand, studying the flower design that was still etched on her skin. “Now,” he said in a casual voice. “Let's see if we can't get this last bit of 'finery' off of you.”

Outside the window of her room, there was a throng of well-wishers, a crowd of celebration that they both knew would last through the dusk and well into the night.

But it mattered not, because they were here and it was now, and it was enough.
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