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Opposites Attract [Complete]	By : Meleana24 Category: Star Wars (All) > General Views: 9151 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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            Meleana was still in a daze when she woke up the next morning. She felt the weight of Obi-Wan’s body on top of hers. His head was resting on her chest, his arms and legs tangled around her. Meleana gently slid out from under him and made her way to the shower.

            While attempting to make breakfast, Meleana heard her comlink beeping in the other room. She hurried into the main room to answer it before it woke Obi-Wan.
            “Guess who’s not a Padawan anymore!” Ketana’s voice was far too cheerful for the early hour.
            “Congratulations,” Meleana was struck by the hoarseness of her voice. She had done a lot of screaming the night before…
            “Are you sick?” Ketana asked.
            “No,” Meleana cleared her throat to see if it would help. Looking at the food in the pan turn from golden to brown she began to scramble. “I need to go, I’m trying not to set anything on fire.”
            “You’re cooking? This early in the morning… and you can’t talk?” Ketana giggled.
            “Don’t say anything.”
            “I wasn’t going to,” she paused, “Who is it?”
            “I’m not saying,” she grabbed a spatula and pried her veggies off the pan.
            “So it’s someone I know?”
            “Maybe.”
            “Maybe? Is he a Jedi?”
            “I need to go.”
            “He is a Jedi,” Ketana sounded a little too excited.
            “Congratulations on the Knighthood. I’m sure I’ll talk to you later,” Meleana tossed her comlink down on the counter and plated the only slightly over done food.

            Something clanging against the nightstand woke Obi-Wan. Meleana was standing over the bed in a white nightgown. She looked down at him and smiled.
            “Hungry?”
            He sat up and examined the tray she’d set down on the nightstand. The food looked edible. Meleana picked up her plate and cup of tea and sat down next to him.
            “It’s not poisoned,” she said with a laugh.
            He took a few tentative bites before deciding the food wasn’t nearly as bad as what she’d cooked when he first met her.
            “I don’t even remember falling asleep,” She said between bites.
            “Yes, I figured you were asleep when the moaning stopped.”
            Meleana blushed.
            Obi-Wan put his plate down and the camera on the table caught his eye. “It’s a good thing I stopped you from recording last night. Do you even remember the depravity that was coming from your mouth?”
            “Vaguely,” Meleana set her tea down and pulled off her nightgown, revealing the red marks covering her breasts and bruised thighs, “on the other hand, if we’d recorded it, at least I’d remember how all of this happened.”
            Obi-Wan dragged her into his lap and planted a soft kiss on each of her swollen nipples. “I’ll admit I did get a little rough with these, but the thighs are your fault.”
            “Well no one told you to put your head down there.”
            “Actually you did, several times.”
            Meleana glanced over at the clock, “You know there’s still one part of me that’s not sore. Think you have time to work on it?”
            “Just one? I must be forgetting part of last night as well.”
            Meleana slid up against him, “Does that mean you have time?”
            His hands ran gently down her hips, “I would like nothing more than to spend the morning making you sore, but I’ve got a Padawan who will be wondering where I am.”
            Meleana pouted, “Not even a quickie?”
            Obi-Wan grinned and kissed her softly, “We’ll have plenty of time for that tonight.”
            Meleana lay back on the bed and pulled the blankets over her. “I’ll just work on recovering from last night then. I should do something Jedi-like to justify being here I guess.”
            Obi-Wan gave her another gentle kiss, “I’ll see you tonight.”

            Meleana rolled onto the side of bed Obi-Wan had slept on and breathed in his scent. He’d just left and she already missed him. Which wasn’t a good thing. She closed her eyes and tried to ignore the troubling longing she was feeling. It was long before she was sleeping again.

            Meleana sat up in bed quickly.. What was that sound? Had she been screaming? She felt her chest, the pain from her dream still lingered. The same dream, vision, whatever it was, over and over. She almost wished Obi-Wan was there so she could crawl into his arms. On the other hand she wasn’t big on making him think she was crazy, and there was no way she was telling anyone about these visions.
            She was sure she knew what they meant. She was as good as dead, her days were numbered, time to hang up her lightsaber for good. Though it could be just a dream. Or it could have nothing to do with her, and be a vision of someone else. Cheerful…
            She glanced over at the clock. If it was to be believed she’d slept the whole day away. She stretched and went back into the kitchen. Eat sleep, repeat, was a nice way to spend a day when you’d just gotten back from a mission. The sex wasn’t bad either.
            Meleana scooped the datapad off of her nightstand and checked her mail. Not something she did very often, as she didn’t usually get any. Mush to her surprise there was a message sitting in her inbox. One of her very few non-Jedi friends had sent it to her. She read it over a couple of times, not sure what to make of it. Her friend seemed generally concerned that the creaky old house that belonged to her husband-to-be was haunted. Not only that, but she was sure it had at once time, long ago, been home to a Sith.
            All in all this was a little heavy for her sex-eat-sleep day. Besides, it wasn’t as though she could be the one to go investigate it. Sure she could ask the council for some time to explore on her own, but she’d been in enough hot water lately. She sent a reply telling her friend, Darlene, that she’s do best to send a request directly to the Jedi Council, along with any proof she’d collected. She felt a little guilty brushing her off, but in the event this wasn’t just paranoia over an old house, Meleana wasn’t really the right person for the job anyway.
            Her comlink had a message from Ketana, asking, or more demanding, she join her in the dining hall for dinner. Meleana glanced up at the clock, she had enough time for a shower.

            “There you are!” Ketana waved to get Meleana’s attention. “I was beginning to think I’d been stood up.”
            “I can’t stand you up if I never agreed to show up in the first place,” Meleana set down her tray before sitting down next to her friend.
            The dining hall had just begun to get crowded.
            “So tell me about the Jedi,” Ketana’s eyes glittered eagerly.
            “Well they’re dedicated to maintaining peace-”
            “Not about the Jedi in general. The one you were making breakfast for. This is the second one isn’t it?”
            Meleana shook her head, “Same one. Not that it’s any of your business.”
            Ketana furrowed her brow, “Since when is your sex life private? I need to live vicariously through you. It’s important to me.”
            “That’s so amazingly creepy.”
            Ketana’s mouth hung open, she was about to reply, but a youngling had just taken a seat next to the purple eyed Jedi, and that was definitely not normal.
            “Hi Anakin,” Meleana said and shoveled some food into her mouth.
            “Did you get a Padawan?”
            Meleana took a deep breath after she’d swallowed. Was Ketana ever going to stop asking questions and launch into an actual conversation.
            “No, he’s my son. You don’t remember my teen pregnancy?”
            Anakin gave her a troubled look, but seemed unsure of what to say.
            Ketana’s eyes widened and she leaned into Meleana, “It’s his Padawan isn’t it!” She whispered excitedly.
            “Ket, drop it, or I’m going to drop you.”
            “In the dinning hall?”
            “Into your dinner if I must.”
            Meleana watched Ketana give Obi-Wan a once over as he approached the table. She nodded approvingly and Meleana let out a frustrated sigh. The two Jedi introduced themselves as Meleana thought over ways to convince Ketana she had the wrong idea about Obi-Wan.
            She was vaguely aware of the polite conversation that had started up at the table as she stared scornfully into her side dish.
            “Jedi Ariadne? Are you alright?” Anakin asked.
            She looked at the Padawan, who had cleaned his plate. So had everyone else apparently. Which explained why he was looking so worried. She’d been glaring at vegetables while everyone else had polished off their meals.
            “Yes Anakin, I just find root vegetables troubling.”
            It was about this time that Anakin decided he should stop talking to Meleana unless it was absolutely necessary.
            Obi-Wan dismissed Anakin, who wasted no time running off on his own. Unfortunately without the Padawan Ketana lost any restraint she’d had in questioning Obi-Wan. Meleana glared over at her friend when she asked why Meleana’s throat had been so sore earlier.
            “Time for you to go,” Meleana said firmly.
            “This is a public space,” Ketana countered.
            Meleana let out a puff of air, “Time for us to go,” she said to Obi-Wan.
            She heard him say something polite to Ketana as she hurried away.
            “She seems nice,” Obi-Wan said when he’d caught up to her. “A little nosey, but otherwise perfectly lovely.”
            “A little nosey? If she hadn’t made it to Jedi Knight I’d say she has a promising career in journalism. Or interrogating prisoners.”
            “So she wants to know more about me,” He shrugged, “It’s perfectly natural.”
            “I didn’t tell her anything… not recently at least. There’s no reason she should even think we have,” Meleana stopped talking when another Jedi passed within earshot. “She should mind her own business is all I’m saying.”
            Obi-Wan nodded, he seemed to not feel this was an argument worth having. “I’ll be leaving for a mission in a few days.”
            Meleana pouted, “A long one?”
            “I can’t be sure based on the mission briefing. Hopefully it will be short. Though with our luck you’ll be on a mission when I get back.”
            Meleana walked up the ramp to her ship. As soon as the door swished closed behind Obi-Wan she had her arms around his neck.
            “Good thing we’re getting an early start then.”
            He pulled her tightly to him by her waste and kissed her oft lips. “You know, one of these days I am going to spend a day with you that doesn’t involve sex.”
            Meleana smiled, “Really? You think you can go a whole day?”
            Obi-Wan’s blue-gray eyes locked onto hers, “It doesn’t bother you that whenever we’re together all we do is have sex?”
            “Or run for our lives.”
            “No deflecting.”
            Meleana’s eyes narrowed. It annoyed her that she was being forced to answer this sort of a question. She knew what he wanted to hear. That it did. That she wanted to feel like they had a deeper connection beyond sex, but that would be a lie. Why did she have to be the man in this relationship? Now how was she going to let him down lightly.
            “We can just talk when we’re old and unattractive,” Meleana would admit that this wasn’t the best answer, but it was the best she could do.
            Obi-Wan broke his contact with her. “Really?”
            Meleana sighed. “Look, it’s not like I’m just using you for sex, but really, sex is all I need from the opposite sex. Well that and the occasional thing from a high shelf.”
            “So you feel no deeper connection to me than that?” His demeanor had completely changed. His arms were folded across his chest, feet planted firmly in the floor.
            “Obi-Wan,” Meleana looked up at the ceiling and sighed, then back at him. “Even if I weren’t a Jedi, I am not hard wired for emotional attachment. I like you, I do, but I don’t know what you want from me here.”
            “I’m not asking you too… you have no feelings for me at all?”
            Meleana took a deep breath and an expression that looked at little like heartbreak came across her face. “Even if I did, would it matter? We’re Jedi. It’s not as though we’ll be getting married and raising a few kids in the midrim. The best we can hope for is,” Force what was the opposite of casual sex? “formal sex in between long dry spells. I thought you understood this better than I did.”
            Meleana watched Obi-Wan for any reaction. He didn’t have one. He stood still as a statue for what felt like a century.
            “Mind if I take a shower?” He finally asked.
            Meleana stepped out of his path and motioned towards the bathroom door. “Of course not.”
            She ran her hands through her hair and let out a deep sigh when the door to the bathroom shut. Her mind was racing with all sorts of thoughts she wasn’t comfortable thinking. She changed into a nightgown. Thinking that would go over well no matter how Obi-Wan was feeling when he got out of the shower. Serious conversations were never fun naked, but the nightgown wouldn’t take long to remove.
            She was getting a little frustrated with him. Every time she’d gotten comfortable with where things were between them he changed them. She was fine with… whatever it was they were to each other, but how much further could things between them possibly go? The idea that he might be in love with her popped into her head. She groaned and picked up her datapad. She needed a distraction ASAP.
            Just as she’d gotten comfortable the buzzer rang. Thinking Ketana was back for more eaves dropping, she tossed the datapad aside with a curse. She opened the door and barely had time to register her surprise at seeing the man who’d followed her through the streets, the same one who had told her she was going to die, before she was rendered unconscious.

            The length of Obi-Wan’s shower would have made a conservationist cringe. He’d heard the ships buzzer go off a while ago, but since he hadn’t heard any voices he’d assumed it had just been a quick visitor. Nothing for him to worry about. Besides, he already had enough of his own problems. Obviously this was one relationship where the man should not be the first one to say the three magic words. If he even loved her at all. Why bother with all this if he didn’t? And was her position seriously, 'why bother with it if we do?'
            He was still trying to decide if he should continue the conversation, or let it go, and try again later. After what must have been an hour he decided to act as though nothing had happened. He couldn’t force her to love him, or even like him. He’d just accept that things were the way they were.
            He walked into her room. She was passed out on the bed in one of her little silk nightgowns. Something about her seemed different. She was paler, and there was a bruise on her arm where there hadn’t been one before.
            He slid onto the bed and scooped her into his arms, gently shaking her and calling her name to rouse her. She let out a low moan and slowly opened her eyes as though she’d only been sleeping.
            “What happened?” He asked. He should have noticed something was off, and would have if he hadn’t been so wrapped up in his feelings for her. Did she knock herself out just to win an argument? He asked again when she didn’t respond.
            “Oh, nothing. I just fell asleep.”
            He shook his head and gently traced the bruise on her arm with his thumb. The center of the black and blue mark had a small prick, with a few drops of fresh blood trickling from it.
            Meleana looked down in confusion at the sore spot on her arm. “I was just reading.”
            “Who was at the door?”
            Meleana’s face tightened, as though trying to remember hurt a little. “A man…” Her head cleared when she remembered the conversation she’d had with this man. How would she explain that? Some friend of a friend who was convinced she was going to die? A stalker who was now collecting odd souvenirs, that would go over well.
            “I don’t know who it was,” She said, “but I’m fine. Temple security should really be paid less. They don’t do very much.”
            “I’m not sure they’re paid at all.”
            “That could be the problem.”
            “We should go to the medcenter,” he said sternly.
            “Why? Aren’t you feeling well?” She gave him a big smile.
            Meleana ran her hand over his cheek. “All that time in the shower and you didn’t shave?”
            “Medcenter.”
            “Lets just go up to your room. Please. I don’t want to deal with healers. I’m fine.”
            “I think I’d rather stay here. If he comes back I’d like to tear his arms off and feed them to him.”
            Meleana arched her brow. “That’s not very Jedi-like.”
            “It’s just an arm. Or two…”
            “People need their arms Obi.”
            He sighed, “How about a hand?”
            “You can’t just go around chopping off peoples hands. Not everyone can afford a replacement.”
            “Well I respectfully disagree. But I think in order to really settle this we should ask an expert. Perhaps one of the healers in the medcenter would know how attainable replacement arms are for the masses.”
            Meleana closed her eyes to keep from rolling them. “I am not going to the medcenter.”
            “Just let them look at you.”
            Meleana looked up at him with wide eyes and kissed him. Once she was sure he was distracted she moved her hand between the fold of his towel and gripped his cock.
            “That isn’t going to work,” He said.
            “Really?” Meleana said in an innocent tone, “because it feels like its working just fine.”
            “You were drugged and stabbed.”
            “With something very small. Stab me with something big.”
            Obi-Wan pulled her hand away, “You’re terrible.”
            “I am not going to the medcenter, and you are going to have sex with me.”
            “So sure of that?”
            Meleana winked at him, “Absolutely.”
            She sat up and pulled his towel away then shoved him down on the bed. Before he could protest or try to escape her lips were moving over his shaft.
            “Stop,” He moaned as his cock was pulled into the back of her throat.
            Meleana moaned negatively and gently massaged his balls while she continued to work his cock with her mouth.
            “Melea… you… oh force… medcenter…”
            Meleana pulled his cock out of her mouth and flicked her tongue at the tip. “Want to fuck me in the ass?”
            He stared at her slack jawed for a moment trying to suppress a moan that threatened to escape every time he tried to speak.
            “Medcenter,” He moaned again when her hand gripped him firmly.
            “I am going to fuck you until you forget how to say that word.”
            She kissed the head of his cock, licking the precome off the head in a slow drawn out motion. She slowly worked him deeply into her throat until he was no longer protesting. She slid up the bed and took one of his hands in hers.
            She slid his hand over her wet opening while whispering in his ear, “Please fuck me.”
            “Oh no,” he moaned out, trying desperately to stand his ground.
            “The only way you’re going to come is inside me.”
            She sat up and pulled her nightgown over her head then straddled his chest. Her breasts dangled just above his lips as she continued to tease him. “Don’t you want to watch these bounce while you’re ramming your cock into me?” She reached back to jerk him off and continued. “Do you want me to ride you Obi? Do you want me to get on all fours and beg? Hmm?”
            He whimpered plaintively.
            “How can you lose when you get to spend the night pounding my little pussy?” She moved his hand onto the curve of her ass. “You know, I’ve never been fucked in the ass before. Oh… and I really want to feel that big cock stretching my tight little hole.”
            Meleana pulled her hand away from him, she could tell he was close to coming.
            “I know, why don’t I get on my knees, close my eyes, and wait for you to choose which hole you’re going to come in?” Her eyes met his, “Tell me how you want me Obi. Make me scream for you.”
            He let out a growl and pushed her down on the bed. Meleana let out a squeal of pleasure as he drove his cock into her in one swift motion. He wasted no time building up to a swift pace. Within seconds she was screaming, sweating, and as close to orgasm as he was. Just when she was about to come he pulled out. His come shot out over her stomach.
            “I do not like being toyed with dear,” he growled into her ear. “Now clean that up,” He pushed her down when she tried to get up. He ran his finger over the come on her belly and slid it between her lips, “with your mouth love.”
            He smiled at her when she had finished, “Now get on all fours and beg.”
            Meleana rolled over onto her stomach and lifted herself onto her hands and knees. “Please make me come Obi. Please, I want you so,” She gasped when he was inside of her again. Obviously he didn’t need too much convincing.
            The force of his thrusts was enough to knock her hands off balance. She fell forward and thrust back into him, forcing him even more deeply inside of her. She was panting, already so close to the edge. She screamed his name when her orgasm hit like a tidal wave. Her entire body went ridged and thrust back into him as hard as it could as her vision went white. She bit down into the sheets to muffle her screams. Obi-Wan rolled off of her when her body had finally stopped shaking.
                 He waited for her to catch her breath before saying, “We’re going to the medcenter now.”
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