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Feeling This	By : serendip Category: Star Wars (All) > General Views: 1848 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Star Wars is the property of George Lucas. This story is for entertainment purposes only. No infringement of rights is intended. I do not make any profit from the writing of this story.

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AN: I am very happy to finally be updating this - I promise things will heat up and will continue to do so throughout :)

Most importantly, while the first chapter of this story was mine, this chapter and all that follow were entirely a collaboration between myself and laloga. So many, many thanks to her for making the continuation of my story such a success. Mari has been most anxious for me to continue her adventures...

Feeling This

As it turned out, the post battle planning was a lot of - well... planning. Which, incidentally, included a lot of General Kenobi - Obi-Wan, Mari had learned - talking, which was very nice.

But even more of her father talking, which was very, very boring. And sometimes even embarrassing. But nothing she wasn't used to. In spite of that, he was good at leading their beloved planet, if not completely and totally long winded.

So she'd endured meetings and conferences - some she actively participated in, and some she couldn't. And she daydreamed, despite her best efforts. And in the downtime, however meager it was, she had even spoken with some of the clones. Eagerly. She might have even batted her eyelashes once or twice... or even openly suggested she might be free for the evening.

It wasn't like her to act that way. At least, it hadn't been before, but since her world had been flipped upside down, her perception had shifted. Suddenly, she wanted something more, and she wondered if it was something one of the men that now occupied her planet might be able to provide. Or at least they could start her off on a path she now knew she yearned for.

Part of her still felt like shy, quiet Mari, but the other part...

Kriff, honestly, with the way she was feeling, she'd likely accept a proposition from any one of them, but it hadn't been easy. Half of them seemed completely uninterested in anything except business and duty and the other half acted as if she had a disease or something, terrified behind a mask of plastoid if she even looked in their direction. Maybe she hadn't talked to enough of them, or maybe she hadn't found the right one. Or maybe she was just really bad at flirting.

Mari sighed to herself even as her father continued to drone on. Dejected, she leaned on her elbow and held her chin in her hand, trying to look invested at the broad conference table in the drab room.

It was going to be a long, and dreadfully boring, life.

Her eyes went a little glassy, she was sure, and she couldn't help herself, stealing a glance at Obi-Wan and then Cody. Someway, somehow... she'd find a way to have a little fun before it was too late.

Closer.

She needed to be closer.

The General's firm hands had slipped lower on his commander's body, but since he had shifted toward him, his broad back now impeded her view. Standing so close to each other, Mari could hardly tell what was going on between them... and she was pretty sure those were the best parts.

So with careful, soundless steps she moved toward the two men. The forest floor was soft with moss and fallen leaves and she couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to lie on.

But for now... she was only a few meters away, and she pressed her body close to an old, large tree as if she could blend in to stay unnoticed.

The angle was better and she could see they weren't quite touching - their bodies were still a hair breadth apart, but they were so close...

The General - Obi-Wan - was stroking Cody's waist, and then his hands were sliding over his skin, slipping around him...

A zing of pleasure shot through her blood as she imagined she could almost feel the intimate caress, and her fingers flexed where they were resting against the tree, the rough bark biting into her skin. Her eyes closed, only for a moment, but when she tried to open them again, something was wrong. Everything was fading...

The dream again. She was having that wonderful dream again...

Eyes squeezed shut, she put every ounce of her focus into staying within her fantasy. Just for a little longer. At the moment, in her personally dull, and professionally stress-ridden life, it was all she had. Mari waited until she was as sure as she could be, and then waited a moment more.

When, finally, she let her eyes slowly slide open, she smiled.

Cody and Obi-Wan stood before her again, looking at each other, the moonlit forest peaceful around them.

Perhaps he should have felt cold, but the beginnings of a slow fire were starting to burn through Cody's fingertips as he held his general's eyes, and his body was flushing with the kind of heat that he knew would consume him if he wasn't careful.

But, he reckoned, he'd stopped being careful the moment he'd imbibed the spicy ale and followed his general into the cool, moon-soaked forest.

No... followed Obi-Wan.

The man who was so intimately touching him now.

Strong, slender fingers had finished their journey across his arms and made their way to the flat planes of his chest; they skimmed lower, to his hips, and Cody's eyes half-closed as he felt the touch of Obi-Wan's hands at his waist, his back. Stormy blue-grey eyes that were unlike any Cody had ever seen - dark now with arousal - were fixed on his own.

Cody shuddered, but it wasn't from the cold.

Obi-Wan's fingers had found the hollow of his back and ghosted across his spine."Is this alright, Cody?" he asked, the sound of his voice, deep and softly accented, flowing over him.

Yes, this, now. More.

As he nodded, Cody thought that his own name had never sounded this good. Nothing in his life had ever been this good, and he wanted to reciprocate, somehow. A murmur rose up from the depths of his chest as he was struck with an overwhelming urge to see, to touch, to surround himself with and be surrounded by Obi-Wan. "I..."

The words got stuck in his throat, whether by some curse of Kaminoan meddling or because he'd never asked for anything from the other man, at least not in this way. But Obi-Wan's expression was encouraging, affectionate even; he slid his hands from Cody's back and down Cody's arms, ending at Cody's own wrists. Obi-Wan drew Cody's hands up and towards his waist, to the fastening of his belt, and Cody swallowed.

The Jedi had forgone his armor while attending the earlier celebration, so along with his belt, there was now only a simple cotton tunic between them. It only took Cody a moment of fumbling - his fingers were trembling - but soon the leather belt slid to the ground, the rest of the pieces of his general's tunic followed.

Cody was mesmerized.

Pale skin, cast almost ivory by the glow of the moon. Shades of lean muscle, well-defined and sinewy.

There were a few freckles on his chest, which made Cody's brows knit in puzzlement, because he'd never seen anything of the sort. Without a thought, he reached for the nearest one, a tiny fleck towards the center of Obi-Wan's chest, and skimmed his fingertips over it, lightly.

Obi-Wan inhaled once and Cody watched in utter fascination as the other man's skin prickled beneath his touch. Looking up, he met Obi-Wan's eyes - even darker than before, now - and smiled.

The fact that he could elicit such a response in another person was empowering and exciting in a way he'd never experienced before. More than anything else, Cody wanted to take that final half-step between them, rush ahead, but still, there was so much he didn't know... everything... and there was no way to know when he might get this chance again.

Beyond that, the other man's differing form intrigued him. Curiosity spurred him on, fortified by arousal and his new-found confidence. Slowly, carefully, he let his hand sweep across his general's chest again.

Obi-Wan's breath left him in a soft whoosh as Cody did so, and he felt the - whatever this was between them - intensify another notch.

The hair on his chest was certainly lighter than his own, but finer as well. It tickled the palm of his hand, so he repeated the motion again, and again, enjoying the stirring sensation and the affect it had on Obi-Wan's breathing.

The forest was still and quiet around them, as if it was watching. Waiting. As if time itself was frozen so that they could have this moment, for as long as they wanted.

As long as they needed.

In the midnight sky above them, the full moon was lit like a beacon. At first Cody had been grateful for the darkness under the canopy of the trees, but now he was grateful for the light as well; and as he had the thought, it seemed to brighten just enough.

He could see now, Obi-Wan had freckles sprinkled all across his chest and his shoulders too. There was a line of them, in a crescent shape over his collarbone and Cody pressed the tip of his roughened finger there to trace them.

"Freckles," Obi-Wan said then, his voice low. "The curse of fair skin."

Cody nodded, even as he continued to smooth his finger across the flecks of light brown. And then he wondered where else he might have them. The edge of his mouth lifted in a pleased manner, and he met Obi-Wan's eyes again. "I like them."

The corners of his general's eyes crinkled with unconcealed pleasure at Cody's words, but the other man held still, as if allowing Cody as much time and room as he wanted to explore. Cody swallowed, then continued to trace his fingertips along Obi-Wan's collarbone, savoring the rigid line of muscle along either side of the area.

There was a strength to this man that never failed to startle him, mild and wry as the blue-eyed Jedi could be. But - Cody reckoned - he'd seen Obi-Wan tear apart droids with only a casual wave of his hand, and knew full well the power that the Jedi could wield if he chose. For a moment, Cody was humbled at the realization, the understanding that Obi-Wan was yielding what power he had to allow Cody's own inexperience to grow and change into something more.

Like all clones, Cody was a fast learner; Obi-Wan was an exceptional teacher, and the commander felt a shiver spread through his body as he considered how much he had to learn.

"You don't have any, I take it?"

Obi-Wan's voice, soft as the moonlight that illumined the area, broke Cody out of his reverie, and he felt his face heat up a bit more than could be accounted for by the ale. "No clone has." He paused, then ran his thumb along the crescent line of freckles again, making the touch a little more firm this time. "Do you have more?"

He hadn't even realized he'd said the words aloud, but when he did he felt a flare of uncertainty - was it okay to even ask such a thing?

However, in his fashion, Obi-Wan only chuckled. "Quite a few, actually." There was a pause, then Cody felt the Jedi's hand reach up to cover his; the warmth of joined skin was a pleasant contrast to the cool air, with an added side-effect of sending yet another anticipatory shiver through the commander. "Would you like to see?"

"Yes," Cody replied in a voice that sounded softer and lower than his normal one as he met his Jedi's eyes. He felt a little trepidation at the notion of this - whatever it was - continuing, but it was a small feeling in light of the promise of a new experience, and the hope of more chances to see and quite possibly touch.

The forest around them was quiet, but it was a restful, peaceful kind of quiet. Cody inhaled once and tasted cool air on the back of his tongue, then the warm scent of Obi-Wan reached him and he swallowed again. "Please."

The smile Obi-Wan flashed then was one Cody had seen before, in the heat of planning battles, mischievous and promising, but in this context it had a whole new meaning. The thought made him quiver in anticipation. For what, he wasn't entirely sure, but he had faith that Obi-Wan would show him.

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