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Feeling This	By : serendip Category: Star Wars (All) > General Views: 1848 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Mari didn’t even know their first names; they were simply Jedi General Kenobi and his Clone Commander.

But she had noticed them. Both of them.

They had arrived on her temperate planet the day before in response to a desperate request for help from her father, the governor. Why the Separatists had decided to attack her home, she didn’t know, but her guess was because of the location and that they knew her people had no way to fight back.

Two thirds of the small planet was covered in water, and even the capital city was just a close knit community. They’d never been in need of a defense plan, or even weapons before. But now the droid army was invading, and there was no way to stop it.

Hope was sparse, but fate, or luck, or the Force - something - had intervened and here they were. And they had fought and they had won, at least for now. The battle had lasted all day; it felt endless to her, but General Kenobi had seemed pleased at the end of it all.

In fact, there were no fatalities, only maybe a dozen injuries and the city suffered very little damage. If one had to fight, she supposed that was the best they could hope for. She had no idea what would come next, but for the moment, it didn’t seem to matter.

The night was cool but pleasant and everyone, the people that lived here and the army that was visiting, were gathered just outside the center of the city. There was a large park with grass and trees that stretched into the wooded hills beyond where the clone army had set up camp. Tables and chairs and blankets were scattered everywhere, a bonfire was roaring, and food and drink were plentiful.

Mari toured from group to group for awhile, checking on her friends and chatting with a few of the troopers before returning to her father’s side. He was sitting at a table that was placed away from the fire, but close enough to feel the warmth that emanated from the flames. General Kenobi was seated next to him, and then the Commander next to him.

Feeling a great deal of debt she would never be able to repay and wanting to be hospitable, she refilled their glasses, asked if there was anything they needed, and at their decline took a seat a few feet back from the table so she could watch without feeling she should join the conversation.

At the moment, her father seemed to be having a discussion with General Kenobi, to which the others were listening intently, but she tuned them out, allowing herself a moment to relax and enjoy the... scenery.

She had noticed him first, the Jedi.

He was older than her... but did age really matter? She didn’t think so. Studying him now, she thought him good looking in general... and perhaps there wasn’t anything extraordinary about his features, but there was something about him...

As she watched, he turned away from her father for a moment, looking out toward his camp and his eyes caught the red-yellow light of the fire.

His eyes. That’s what it is. The passion expressed as he led his troops, the glint of success at the first sign of victory, and the confidence that just came with being a General and a Jedi, she guessed, and an attractive Jedi General, at that.

His eyes were what had drawn her to him though, she decided.

Satisfied at having qualified her preoccupation with General Kenobi, she turned her attention to the clone trooper sitting next to him with a subtle shift of her position. As if on cue, General Kenobi asked him a question, using his name to catch his attention.

Cody. She smiled to herself.

Him, she hadn’t noticed until much later, after the battle had ended.

She had stood with her father at the command center through the entire day, and watched, filled with relief when it was finally all over and the Commander and the General had met to debrief.

What she saw when he took off his helmet was not what she’d been expecting. She wasn’t sure what she had thought was under all that plastoid, but this handsome, chiseled face was not something she’d considered.

And now that she had thought of it, while his armor didn’t look particularly comfortable, it defined and highlighted his form in a nicely distinct way and she was beginning to wonder what else that white plastoid might be hiding.

His amber colored eyes were intense and his face stoic as he stood at full attention for the length of their discussion, and then General Kenobi had clasped him on the back and they’d shared a look that spoke of true camaraderie, friendship and closeness, and her interest and curiosity peaked.

She was no fragile female, but something about having these two men appear as if by magic to save the day and rescue her planet... well, it was exciting and until now her life had been rather dull, she realized.

Mari shook her head as she noticed she was chewing on her lip and sighed to herself. She was being utterly ridiculous. They were just two normal men. Two normal, attractive, powerful...

She sighed again. Anyway, she was just looking, and daydreaming a little. What harm was there in that? Her people were safe, and she was grateful, and she would enjoy herself for one night.

Settling back in her chair, she swept her dark hair over her shoulder, took a sip of ale and continued to, silently, worship her stalwart heroes.

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Stealing a glimpse of General Kenobi at his side, Cody imagined it was likely they had both already had their share of ale - except it wasn’t really ale, not the usual kind. It was some sort of local homemade brew, it was spicy and sweet at the same time, it went down smooth and it wasn’t like anything he’d ever tasted before.

He’d been missing out.

He was starting to get the feeling there was a lot he was missing out on.

War was everything he knew. He was good at it and he wouldn’t change it, but there were moments in between - in between the fighting, in between planning strategies and commanding battalions - when he knew there should be more to life.

Better moments. Happy moments. Friends. Maybe lovers, even...

He stole another longer glance at Kenobi, watching the light of the fire play across his features, and wondered if he ever had the same thoughts. And then he took another drink of ale.

Usually at this point on a night like this one, his head would start to swim and he liked to try to stop drinking before it started to hurt, but right now he felt light, and warm. And good.

A pretty girl with long brown hair had told him three glasses was the perfect amount of the spicy ale, and he had heeded her advice, drinking slowly and enjoying himself.

Perhaps, in keeping a sound mind, something different would come of this night as opposed to the pounding headaches that were the usual result of the others.

The evening passed in a flash. It was a little quieter now, the governor and some others left and eventually Kenobi nodded to him and then stood up and began to head toward camp.

Maybe it was because it was getting late, or maybe not, but he followed only a moment later.

Kenobi didn’t stop at the camp, though. He continued into the woods and his commander followed there, too.

It was a brilliant night, the air a perfect cool temperature and the stars shining bright in a clear sky. It was darker in the woods, and he could barely make out the outline of the figure ahead of him. As he approached, he noticed Kenobi was looking up through the canopy at the moon. His footfalls were quiet on the soft forest floor, but still Kenobi turned as he came to stand beside him.

“Cody,” he said, his voice low.

“Sir?” Cody answered, but his own voice sounded husky to his ears.

And then Kenobi reached toward him, brushing his fingertips across his cheek and then resting his palm against his stubbled jaw. Cody searched his eyes, caught in his gaze and the depth of emotion he saw there made him feel things he’d never experienced before.

Yes, he’d definitely been missing out on something.

But Kenobi didn’t stop there. His hand drifted lower, to his shoulder and then down his arm. His fingers caught the edge of his gauntlet and he looked back up at Cody. “May I?”

Cody nodded once, not feeling even a hint of apprehension.

So he removed his armor, piece by piece - the gauntlets and vambraces, the couters at his elbows, the rerebraces… slowly working his way up - and he continued, deft fingers working at each fastening, until Cody’s torso was covered only by the tight black body-glove.

And then, with a heated look, Kenobi began peeling off his body-glove, off his chest and down his arm until it hung at his waist. Cody wanted to do the same, return the favor so he could appreciate Kenobi – his form lithe but still just as powerful, his skin a shade lighter. But not quite yet.

His broad chest bared, in the dark, Cody found himself more than ready for whatever was coming next.

His General did not disappoint - both of his hands reached forward, smoothing over his shoulders, rubbing and caressing, and then down over the curves of his biceps.

More - was all Cody could think at the thrill of sensation from the contact, but he could not find his voice.

It didn’t matter though as Kenobi seemed to sense this anyway. His able hands moved together to rest lightly on his chest, and Cody gave a gasp, his breath hitching in his throat.

Encouraged, he stroked Cody’s torso - rubbing the palms of his hands over his skin and tracing the contours of his well-muscled chest. His fingertips and hands were rough, seeming to spark every nerve ending across his chest as they moved and Cody couldn’t imagine anything better - a gentle, soft touch - it wouldn’t be enough, it wouldn’t feel this good.

His hands were moving in a sweeping gesture now, each time going a little lower until his fingers met the ridges of his abdomen. Cody shuddered as Kenobi brushed his fingers across his stomach, back and forth, up and down, and his body tightened almost painfully in anticipation.

Kenobi seemed to sense this as well. He took a step forward, they were only a hair width apart, and then his hands slipped lower and the whole world flipped upside down.

***

Golden morning light streamed into the room, peeking out from the edges of the curtains. Mari rolled to her back, stretching her arms high above her head and then groaned as the dream came back to her in startling clarity all at once.

She turned back to her side, throwing the comforter over her head.

Wow... she thought to herself. Those eyes, that chest, those hands... And then she felt her cheeks heat. When did I become such a silly girl?

This was serious! This was a serious situation they were in, and she was indulging in crazy fantasies. Time to face the real world, Mari.

Maybe in five minutes...

She stretched again, relaxing into the comfy bed. It was a nice dream, anyway. Very nice. But where her imagination had come up with that little scenario she couldn’t even begin to discern. She’d never thought about... two men? And if her mind was going to go there, why hadn’t she been included?

She’d never had dreams like that before. It had to be the stress, the high emotions that came from war, or something. No doubt her personal life had suffered lately, and this was the proof.

She needed a relationship, a man. Ha, that’s unlikely to happen anytime soon, she thought, sighing to herself. I don’t have the time to meet anyone, let alone foster a relationship.

Well, at least she could dream of Generals and their Commanders.

I'm definitely thinking of writing more if there's interest. Please let me know what you think! Thanks for reading
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