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Mundali II	By : laloga13 Category: Star Wars (All) > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 5562 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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When Kali stepped out of the 'fresher, Obi-Wan was nowhere to be found; a male Twi'lek member of the Agri-Corps had taken the stage and was belting out a rather tone-deaf rendition of “The Bantha Bellows For Them,” to what appeared to be a crowd that was exponentially more inebriated than it had been minutes ago. A meandering glance showed her that Stonewall was also missing, and her brows knitted. Maybe they ran off together.

The thought made her giggle to herself, and she took a deep breath as she began to navigate back to her seat, thinking that she'd perhaps had too much wine because her steps were shakier than they should have been and she just couldn't stop imagining Obi-Wan and Stonewall in various stages of...

Now there was a strange notion, albeit surprisingly not an unwelcome one.

Face hot, she managed to make it to the little table she'd shared with Obi-Wan, but the moment that she hit the seat, she felt a tap against her shoulder. “General Halcyon.”

Her head twisted around and for a moment she only gaped at the clone commander before sputtering out, “Stone?”

He was wearing his helmet so she couldn't see his face, but she thought that she detected a note of amusement when he spoke. “General Kenobi wishes to speak with you. May I?” He offered his arm as if to escort her, and she accepted after a moment.

Apparently he'd not imbibed as much as she had, for his steps were even and unhurried, but she thought that she sensed...something from him. Anticipation, perhaps? It was not quiet outside, but the noise of the cicadas was a far more pleasant sound than the cheering, drunken crowd, and the air was agreeably cool. A shiver passed across Kali's skin as Stonewall led her across a moon-soaked patch of grass towards the cabin where she and Obi-Wan had slept during the mission.

When Stone paused at the door, she cast him a bewildered look, darting her eyes to the entrance and wondering if the wine was playing tricks with her. “Stone...what's going on?”

At her words he seemed to hesitate, then removed his helmet and met her gaze with his honey-brown eyes. He said nothing for a long moment, and when he did, his words were hushed. “I meant what I said when we arrived, you know.” At her querying look he clarified. “Some things haven't changed, Kalinda.”

As he spoke, he reached for her with one gloved hand and skimmed the tips of his fingers along the length of her jaw. It was then that she understood. “You remember?”

He nodded once.

Kali took a breath and glanced away from him for a moment before meeting his eyes once more. “How long?”

Here he paused, then gave her a rueful sort of smile. “The mind-trick lasted about a month. After that, the memories started to return.”

Her mouth opened but no sound came out, because it was as if a torrent of his emotions had been released upon her, and she was flooded with his own desire, his longing. His love. It had never left, he'd only shut it away. When he spoke again, his tone was clear and very deliberate. “Kalinda...do you trust me?”

“With my life.”

He chuckled and indicated the door, which slid open with a soft hiss. “Hopefully it won't come to that, but it's good to hear, anyway.”

Inside was lit with a few wall sconces that cast a golden glow about the room; there was a makeshift desk and sitting area to one side of the cabin, and on the other was the bed upon which sat Obi-Wan, scanning a datapad and tapping his foot.

At the sound of the door he looked up and gave her one of the broad smiles that made her heart stop. “Oh, good,” he said conversationally as Stonewall activated the lock on the door behind her. “You're here.” He patted the bed beside him, and Kali stepped forward, drawn to him as she was to few other things in her life. Stonewall followed.

Once she'd taken a seat, her commander sat beside her and for a moment Kali glanced between them, trying to feel each man out through the Force and wondering what in the stars was happening. Obi-Wan and Stonewall exchanged glances, and then the former gave her another smile. “Kalinda...everyone in this room has your best interest at heart. You know that, don't you?”

“Yes...” She raised a brow and her head swiveled between each of them. “What's wrong?”

Obi-Wan took a breath as he leaned forward to set the datapad out of the way, then rested his hand on her right knee and squeezed gently. “You've been despondent, lately.”

Stonewall shifted beside her; the white plastoid of his armor was cool against her upper thigh, even through her leggings and when he spoke his baritone voice sent a chill up her spine. “Obi-Wan and I talked about it,” he began carefully. “And we'd like to help, if we could.”

Kali glanced at him and noted how his breath quickened at her gaze. “Help, how?”

A crazy, wild notion had slipped into her mind, but surely it was a by-product of the wine. There was no way that they were going to offer whatever it was she thought they were going to offer...

Her commander and her Jedi exchanged glances; Obi-Wan squeezed her right knee again, and Stonewall took her left hand in his and kissed her fingertips. At the motion, Kali's breath hitched and the pace of her heart sped up, and she thought that there was a faint glint of satisfaction in his eyes because of it.

Obi-Wan smiled at her, and brushed a strand of hair out of her eyes. “Use your imagination, Kalinda.”

Her mouth opened but no sound came out. Again, Obi-Wan and Stone exchanged glances before looking back at her. “For tonight, only,” Obi-Wan said, raising his brow. “We're yours. Both of us. Or you can be ours,” he added with a cocky grin that made her cheeks flush. “Whichever you prefer.”

Force above and beyond...

She took a breath and bit her lower lip in thought, her eyes darting to the men who were on either side. Suddenly, she felt another, gentle kiss on her fingertips and she looked at Stonewall, who was regarding her carefully. “If you don't want to,” he said in a quiet voice. “Kali...it was just an idea we had.”

“No,” she managed to choke out. A strange, stricken expression crossed his face and she felt a flare of apprehension from Obi-Wan, so she shook her head and took a deep breath. “I mean, 'no, I don't not want to,” she said, which caused both of the men to frown in confusion, and it was then that she felt the first real bubble of laughter in a long time rise to her throat. Kali took Stonewall's right hand, and Obi-Wan's left, and squeezed each of them. “Just...forget all of that and replace it with yes.”

The very instant that she said the word, Stonewall couldn't help the grin that came to his face, though he tried to keep the bulk of his arousal in check. A glance at Obi-Wan revealed that the Jedi seemed to be pleased as well, and Kalinda was smiling for the first time in months, so all appeared to be satisfactory.

He and Obi-Wan had spent a few minutes discussing the specifics, but Stone figured that Kali would want to be included in the matter, so he cleared his throat and savored the press of her hand in his as he spoke. “As Obi-Wan said, it's just for tonight,” he began, looking into her dark eyes and trying not to forget his words. “And it's just for you.”

“As much respect as I have for the commander,” Obi-Wan added in a wry voice. “He's not really my type. Far too rugged.”

Stone grinned as well. “And I'm not a fan of facial hair. Apologies, General.”

“No offense taken, Commander.”

This made everyone chuckle, and for a moment they sat in companionable silence, as Obi-Wan removed a small flask from the pocket of his tunic and offered it to Kali. She eyed the bottle, popped the seal and took a sniff; Stonewall couldn't help but smile at the way her nose wrinkled, though she tilted the flask back and gave a few swallows before handing it to him. “Ugh,” she said as he took a swig. “Tihaar, right?”

The liquor was vaguely sweet, but it burned like hell going down his throat, and Stonewall couldn't hold back a few choking coughs as he handed the flask back to Obi-Wan, who gave Kali a small wink before taking a drink himself. “Mandalorian liquid courage,” he said when he'd finished. “Works every time.”

Indeed, Stonewall felt...strange. There was a slow fire starting to burn within his belly, and suddenly his vision was swimming with the dark-haired woman seated next to him, her body lifting with laughter. The skin of her cheek looked soft, softer than anything he'd ever touched, and her hair was affixed in a single, long plait that ran the length of her spine. He wanted very much to undo it, to feel the strands between his fingers.

But first things first. His armor was starting to feel a bit too warm and tight in certain places, and it was a rather painstaking process to remove it, so the commander stood up and began to unclip the pieces on his legs, stacking them neatly on a nearby chair. Suddenly, Kali was before him, with Obi-Wan at her heels. “Here,” she said, smiling up at Stone. “Let me help.”

He froze in place. Her fingers began to work at the fastenings on the chest plate, the clips at his sides, and he made a soft sound of relief when he felt the plastoid lift and he could breathe again. As she did this, he watched as Obi-Wan gathered her hair back from her neck and began to kiss her skin, softly, causing her to let out a light laugh, though her hands never strayed from their task.

Before too long, Stonewall was wearing only the lower portion of his black body-glove, and it was then that he decided he couldn't fight it anymore. “Kali...” he said, lifting her chin to him even as Obi-Wan remained behind her, his mouth on her neck.

Her eyes on his were wide, questioning. He swallowed. It had been so long...

“May I kiss you?”

The words slipped out on their own; it was ridiculous, considering the situation, but perhaps such things were too ingrained within him to ignore. Anyway, she only smiled and nodded, and he closed the gap between them with his mouth on hers.

Kissing her was better than he remembered, by leaps and bounds, and he felt his body begin to stiffen in response, especially when she made a soft noise of approval beneath his mouth and her hands wrapped around his waist. Then he felt her pressed closer to him, and realized that Obi-Wan was on her other side, working his lips against her neck, her jaw, her ear, in such a way that she was trembling.

When they parted, her lips were stained bright pink and she seemed a little breathless as she smiled up at him. After a moment she turned to Obi-Wan and gave him a rather coy look. “We're falling behind. Stone's already half-naked.”

The Jedi grinned at her, and began to unfasten her belt. “Well, then,” he mused, casting a glance at the clone commander. “We'll have to try and catch up, somehow.”

For as eager as she seemed to be, Obi-Wan was having a remarkably difficult time getting Kali to cooperate. With Stonewall's help, he'd guided her to the bed and had her sit at the edge, and he was currently in the process of removing her boots – at least, he was trying to.

Perhaps the tihaar had affected her more than he'd realized; perhaps she was giddy with anticipation, but it was positively impossible to get the dark-haired woman to hold still. When Obi-Wan gently tried to pull off her plain, brown boot, she let out a squeak of laughter and her leg jolted out of his grasp, nearly landing a blow to his nose with her knee. Thankfully the tihaar had not affected him in quite the same way, and he was able to avoid getting smacked; Stonewall, however, had not been so lucky and was currently rubbing his shoulder from where her knee had caught him. At the commander's expression, she'd claimed that it was the wine that had made her so ticklish.

In any case, it was not working, so from their places kneeling before her, Obi-Wan and Stonewall glanced at each other.

“She's making this rather difficult, isn't she, Commander?”

To avoid further injury, Stonewall had taken her left ankle in his grasp, and was eying her with intensity. “She is, General.”

Arousal was rippling off of her at their casual tone, but in her fashion Kalinda only rolled her eyes. “I'm not made of glass, you know. I won't break.” She grinned at Obi-Wan, the sight making his heart lift. “You don't always have to be gentle.”

“Hmm...” As he pretended to consider the matter, Obi-Wan rose and shrugged out of his tunic – his own boots had been cast aside a few minutes ago – and noted with pleasure that her eyes dropped to his torso. “Very well. In that case...”

During his tenure on the battlefield, Obi-Wan had learned a few tricks from the clones, one of which was the silent communication that the troopers employed while undergoing stealth operations. Of course, Jedi had their own kinds of hand signals, but so did the clones, and he knew that Stonewall would understand what he was silently requesting.

Indeed, the commander nodded once – incongruously business-like, given the circumstances – and then smiled at Kali, who'd been watching the silent exchange with a bewildered expression. But before she could say anything, Stonewall lifted his body up and forward until he was lying beside her on the bed and urging her to a horizontal position; then he began kissing her soundly, his hands sliding up her arms and gently guiding them above her head, so that he was keeping her somewhat in place atop the bed.

With Kalinda sufficiently distracted, Obi-Wan took a moment to remove her left boot, then her right, and was even able to reach his hands up to her hips, beneath the thin fabric of her undershirt, to grip the waist of her leggings and tug them downward. Above him, she let out a soft murmur of approval, her earlier giddiness apparently forgotten as Stonewall moved one of his hands from her wrists to skim her jaw.

She was nearly completely undressed, now, save her her small-clothes and a sleeveless undershirt that she wore beneath her tunic, and Obi-Wan gave a quiet smile of satisfaction as he leaned forward once more.

While Stonewall continued to kiss her lips and jawline, Obi-Wan began his journey lower. Starting with her toes, he ran his fingertips in small, firm circles across her skin, moving up through her feet and ankles to her calves and knees, feeling the muscles tense and then relax beneath his hands as he progressed. Once he reached her upper thighs, she pulled back from Stonewall and lifted her head up as if to watch what he was doing, but he gave her a chiding look.

“You're supposed to be distracted.”

“Am I?” She gave Stonewall a teasing smile. While Obi-Wan had been diligent, the commander had loosed her hair from its braid and was currently twining his fingers within the dark strands with ardent joy. He returned her smile, then she cast a look back down to Obi-Wan, who had rested his hands along the soft skin of her thighs. “It's working, but I'm a bit curious as to your plans, General Kenobi.”

“All will be revealed in time, General Halcyon.” Obi-Wan couldn't help but chuckle as she rolled her eyes again, though he knew she was delighted with their game.

The commander cast her a mock-stern look. “Will you promise me that you'll hold still and let us do as we please?”

At his words Kalinda swallowed, and Obi-Wan could see that her pupils were dark and dilated with arousal as she gave a quick nod and lay back. Stonewall leaned up to kiss her again before glancing at Obi-Wan. Silent signals were exchanged, and Obi-Wan watched as Kali's legs tensed when he leaned forward.

She had no idea how they were managing it, but the entire operation was beginning to feel like a coordinated effort on the part of the men – her men, for tonight – and Kalinda realized that she didn't mind in the least. With her thoughts pleasantly muddled just enough for her to fully relax and enjoy herself, she lay back against the bedding and wrapped her fingers in the sheets. Ben was kissing her, making his way along her upper thighs in his slow, deliberate manner, his beard vaguely ticklish against her skin – just enough to layer on top of her already heightened sensations – while Stonewall had taken to dropping a series of kisses along her jaw down to her collarbone, pausing only to slip her out of her undershirt, before continuing his progress down...

But before she could even really focus on what Stone was doing, she felt Ben reach up to carefully tug down her underwear, guiding the fabric down her legs and ankles before casting it aside.

At least, she presumed that's what he did with it, as in the next moment his hands were slipping between her legs, gently urging her to open to him, which she did. Gladly. There was a soft exhalation of his warm breath against her core, then she felt his hands working their way up from her thighs towards her center, thumbs rubbing small, tight circles that made her breath grow even shorter.

Kalinda let out a soft whimper, and she heard a responding chuckle from Obi-Wan right before she felt one of his fingers skim across her outer lips. Instantly, she gasped and her entire body stiffened involuntarily, though he did not pause or stop his ministrations, despite – or perhaps because of – her reaction.

Instead, she felt Stonewall's hands slipping beneath her back to unfasten her bra, and that piece of clothing was cast aside as well. Even as Obi-Wan stroked the outermost edges of her core, Stone fixed his attention on her breasts; initially he placed a soft kiss against each of her nipples, then he lifted his eyes to her and began to gently roll the buds of flesh between his fingers, smiling to himself as they hardened beneath his touch.

For a moment it was overwhelming. Kali was awash in sensations, and she found that her attention was torn between the two men and the feelings they were eliciting within her body. Stonewall gave a few, brief pinches that made her gasp again while Obi-Wan continued to work his way around the folds of flesh at her core. Heat was starting to consume her...fire was racing within her veins, and she let out a groan because she honestly wasn't sure how much more she could stand...

That was the moment that Obi-Wan chose to slip a single finger inside of her, and Kali couldn't help the whimper that escaped her at the action. He was slow, painfully methodical, and her hips began to buck involuntarily. Not to be outdone, Stonewall slid one hand beneath her back and propped her upright right before he began to run his tongue along her nipples, first the right, then the left. As he did so, she felt his other hand reach up to cup her cheek with a tenderness that never failed to surprise her, and she leaned her head into his palm, lipping at his fingertips only to taste his skin.

Ben's finger was joined by a second, then a third, and she let out a soft cry of pleasure as he continued to work her over. In a coordinated effort, Stonewall moved his head back up to hers and kissed her again and again, his fingers dancing along her nipples, alternately pinching and stroking. It was then that she melted beneath Stone's mouth, because she felt like she was burning from the inside out, so great was the need that was building within.

Obi-Wan knew her well, too well, she reckoned, because she was getting closer to the point of release, but he was rather infuriatingly holding her back.

But it was impossible to feel even a hint of genuine frustration as Stonewall held her in his arms and kissed her like it was his last day alive.

Suddenly, the sensations ended and she was left alone on the bed, panting and struggling to regain even a modicum of composure as both general and commander stood back and seemed to take stock of her in this disheveled state while they removed the last bits of their own clothing. Kali took a moment of wry pleasure at the realization that both men were just as aroused as she was, though she did wonder exactly how far they'd thought all of this through.

Again, it was as if Obi-Wan had read her mind, for he gave her a slow smile, the kind that she'd never seen except during occasions such as this, and she was struck with a keen flare of desire within her core. “Do you remember that night you and I spent on Malastare?”

Force above and beyond, did she ever. Kali cleared her throat and ensured that her voice wouldn't break as she replied. “Maybe.”

The smile again, then Ben glanced at Stonewall. “She's bluffing, you know.”

“I can see that,” Stonewall said, lifting his brow to her before looking back at the Jedi.

Obi-Wan tilted his head to her, then took a step forward and leaned along the length of her body to kiss her once, letting her feel how hard he was as he did so. The mattress shifted as Stonewall approached as well, running his hands across her torso and thighs, pausing only to rest just above her core so that she could feel the heat of his palm. Ben kissed her, still.

Malastare. It had been...strange at first, admittedly, but the oddity had soon faded in lieu of unbelievable pleasure. She thought that she would like to relive the experience.

When they parted, Ben's fingers shifted beneath her to cup her seat, and he raised a brow. “We both want you, Kali,” he whispered. “At once...but only if you-”

“What are you waiting for?” Desire forced out the words with a bit more breathlessness than she'd meant, but at the moment all she could think of was having each of them inside of her.

Stonewall chuckled again, happiness radiating off of him like an aura, and Obi-Wan cast him a wry look. Again, their movements were coordinated and precise, so much so that before she really knew what was happening, they'd slid to the center of the bed and Stonewall was lying beneath her, looking into her eyes with an expression of abject joy as she straddled him. Ben was beside her, almost behind, kissing her shoulders and guiding her hips.

Her commander watched her movements, his erect member swollen pink, and she held herself above him for just a moment, savoring the look of desire in his almost-golden eyes just before she slid down upon him.

With the action, she was transported back to their last time on Mundali, when they'd shared a few heated sessions like this, and Kali gave a quiet murmur of approval as she began to rock her hips. In response, Stone let out a groan before reaching up to skim her sides with his hands and then pull her down so that she was nearly parallel against his chest. For a few moments her eyes shut as she simply enjoyed the feeling of Stonewall filling her core, and the press of his strong hands at her sides, urging her onward.

Then she felt the bed shift again, and Ben was behind her, coaxing her to lean forward just a little more, angling her body the way that he needed. Although her body craved a faster, deeper pace with Stone, she knew that it was better for Obi-Wan to take things slow, and forced herself to relax even more. Obi-Wan ran his hands along the curve of her seat, and moments later she felt the gentle press of the Force, aiding in his efforts to ease his own approach. A brief pause in sensation came about as he stopped his efforts in order to call something to him through the Force – she felt the ripple of energy – and in the next moment Ben was rubbing something pleasantly warm and slick along her skin.

There was a gentle kiss against her cheek and she opened her eyes to see Stonewall looking at her with an earnest expression, as if he was making certain that she was comfortable with everything that was happening. Rather than speak, Kali gave him a smile and bent her head to kiss her commander, an action that elicited a low, throaty groan from the man beneath her.

The man behind her, however...

Strong, slender fingers made their way over her flesh, and she felt her body tense involuntarily as he approached her entrance, but a moment of focus helped her relax again. While his fingertips danced along the sensitive tissue, Kali felt Ben lean forward and whisper in her ear. “You're certain?”

At the words, she felt Stonewall's grip tighten on her waist; to allow Obi-Wan complete access her commander had held still, even though she could feel the throb of his shaft within her. Kalinda tried not to roll her eyes at the earnestness that was trailing from each man, because really, she was about to go crazy with unspent desire and they kept asking her the same question, out of kindness and consideration, of course, but still.

She was ready to burst.

“Yes,” she said, glancing from one to the other. “Force above...yes. Now,” she added, sliding herself along Stonewall before pushing her seat towards Ben. “Will you both please just f-”

Stonewall's mouth was upon her in a moment, nearly crushing her lips to his in a powerful kiss even as Obi-Wan skimmed his hands along the curve of her ass. A moment later she felt the tip of his index finger slide within her, his pace slow and careful, though it was enough to cause her to want more. Kali couldn't help the groan that escaped her from the sensation, a sound which carried from her throat to Stonewall's as they kissed.

Moments later, a second finger joined the first, and Kali let out an incoherent whimper as Ben worked her in an even, maddening rhythm. Beneath her, Stonewall was trembling with unspent need, and she could feel his anxiousness, though he held his desire in check admirably while seeking her jaw and neck with his lips.

Finally, just as she was certain that she couldn't stand much more, she felt Ben's fingers slide out of her, and her knees began to tremble because she knew what was coming. The mattress shifted and she felt Obi-Wan behind her, his hands spreading her apart as he poised his shaft at her entrance. For one moment the entire world held its breath, and then Ben slid inside of her. Slowly. Carefully.

Aside from a quick gasp, Kali made no sound, because she didn't think she was really capable of it at the moment. At once she felt, not only full, but also surrounded by two men who loved and cherished her, and the Force glowed around the three of them as if in silent approval. Obi-Wan rested his hands on her hips, Stonewall laid his own hands just above the Jedi's, and the three of them began to move in tandem.

At first there were only halting sounds, scents, flashes of images as her eyes opened and closed of their own accord. Sweat, thick and salty in the spaces between them, on her lips and tongue when she bent her head to kiss Stone's chest, then his mouth; Ben moved behind her, within her, and she danced on the edges of pleasure and pain, though the former soon overwhelmed the other sensation. Stonewall's skin, only a shade darker than her own, was flushed and coated with a sheen of perspiration, while Obi-Wan's hands wrapped around her torso, moving to cup her breasts even as he slid into her from behind, again and again.

Words were failing her, as was the ability to form even the simplest of noises, for she was wholly engrossed with her own pleasure, and that of the men who were filling her body. Through the Force, she reached out to each of them, and was rewarded with a burst of love and desire from Obi-Wan as he rocked behind her; Stonewall's emotion mirrored Ben's, and when she looked she noted that his honey-brown eyes were open and upon her, as if he was memorizing the moment.

Love. It surrounded her, utterly and completely, and for the first time in far too long she was filled with gratitude and with joy at the moment, that she could share such a thing with them. The Force coalesced around her; she dimly recognized the shifting of Obi-Wan's concentration and realized that he was attempting to bring them all to a climax at once, so she added her own focus to his, brushing both him and Stonewall with the energy and taking delight with the raw desire that they each emanated.

Every sensation was heightened, every feeling magnified a thousandfold. Kali was rocked between Obi-Wan and Stonewall, their hands layered themselves over her waist, and for moment she was caught between the two of them, filled to the brim and shuddering with the impending climax.

The three of them came as one, and for the duration all cogent thought fled her mind and she was lost to pleasure – not only her own, but Ben's and Stone's as well – and the next time that her eyes opened, she was pressed against Stone's chest as Obi-Wan rested his head on her back, and all three of them were gasping for breath.

For a few moments, Stone couldn't think, could hardly breathe, and it was all he could manage to clutch the dark-haired Jedi against his chest and kiss her forehead as his heart raced. The last time he'd been on Mundali, he'd gotten a taste of what it was like to have a Jedi lover, and this time...

Well, he could see the advantages of the Force in areas of non-combat, that was certain.

After a minute he felt the mattress shift as Obi-Wan slid out of Kali and laid down beside him, gently urging her along. When she moved away from him, Stone felt an ache of loss, but it was brief, because in the next moment she was in his arms again, with Obi-Wan on her other side, skimming his hands along her torso and cheek while Stone embraced her. For a long while they laid together without speaking, still focused on catching their respective breaths.

Finally, Obi-Wan caught Stone's eye above her head and gave him a mild but satisfied smile, which Stone returned with a lazy grin of his own.

Between them, Kali made a wordless noise of contentment before her chest lifted in a deep sigh, and her eyes drifted shut. The bearded Jedi raised a brow at Stone, then cleared his throat. “Kalinda?”

“Mmm.”

Clearly fighting back a chuckle, Obi-Wan spoke again. “Do you feel sufficiently less despondent?”

She muttered something that sounded suspiciously like a string of Huttese swear-words and buried her cheek in the crook of Stonewall's shoulder, reaching around her to pull Obi-Wan's arm across her torso like a blanket. Her breathing slowed, evened out, and within moments it appeared as though she were asleep.

Stonewall and Obi-Wan exchanged another amused glance before the commander spoke. “It seems that the mission was a success, General.”

“A rousing success, Commander,” Obi-Wan replied. “If you don't mind the terrible pun.”

“No complaints here.”

They were quiet for a moment, listening to the soft hush of her breath, then Obi-Wan spoke again, though it may have only been to himself; it was only because Stone was just a breath away from the Jedi that he even caught the words. “She was right...there is something about this planet.” He shot Stonewall a wry look, and lifted his brow. “I may never want to leave.”

Stone couldn't help his grin. “Copy that, General.”
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