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Fourth

Since the first night Obi-Wan and Aala had spent together on Coruscant they’d managed to find the opportunity for a couple more, and having that time with Obi-Wan, in his arms, was more than Aala ever could’ve imagined. And she had imagined...

In the beginning it was infrequent, only late at night when she had nothing else to occupy her mind, and her thoughts were only a bit of a dreamy replay of their affair on Naboo; the first touch of his fingers on the curve of her hip, the feel of his lips on her breast, the press of his body and the way he moved over her and inside her.

But after she’d first seen him on Coruscant, met his eyes, something happened. Her body gave a flash of recognition as if it was saying ‘Yes, I want that. I want that, again.’

And then her imagination had begun to take over her perfectly logical, conservative brain. At first she tried to ignore it. He was a Jedi, for holy kriffing sake, but her heart would not be denied. Though she still managed control of her thoughts when she was awake, the night was a different matter.

It was only one dream, one night, but it had been enough to change something in her. He had done things to her she’d never even imagined before and she’d woken with that warm, odd feeling that she was somehow much closer to Obi-Wan now than when she had gone to bed the night before.

Their time on Naboo was absolutely chaste in comparison. Not that she had any complaints, certainly not, but they’d both been a little unsure, cautious and careful, and she’d experienced only a hint of the intimacy she now knew she desired. In her dream she’d had an irresistible taste of what she could have with him. It was then she was sure of what she wanted.

And eventually, when the timing was right and she’d gotten it with what she felt was very little effort on her part, she realized that maybe this was something he wanted too.

He had stayed when she asked him to, and then he had stayed again and again. And he never rushed out or left without saying goodbye, and that was all she needed.

So they’d spent a few heated, satisfying nights together... and many, many nights apart since.

Aala was quite busy with work herself, so she decided she really didn’t mind and she gave it very little thought after that.

It was one of those very busy days, she was rushing through the plaza, hers arms laden with petitions and research when someone bumped into her, obviously paying no attention and completely knocking her over – okay maybe she had bumped into him, she wasn’t really sure, but still, did he have to be so – solid?

Durasheets, holobooks and her datapad went flying and she was fully prepared to hit the permacrete hard, but it never came. Her body froze, inches from the ground, and then a strong pair of arms were around her and helping her back to her feet.

‘Well, at least he has the decency to help me up – but what the kriff – ’

And then she was looking into a familiar pair of smiling, blue eyes. “Oh...” was all she could think of to say.

“Are you alright?” Obi-Wan asked, the corner of his mouth lifting in an amused manner.

She felt her cheeks flush as she stared back at him. “I – yeah...” she finally answered.

“You should watch where you’re going,” he chided her, still trying not to grin.

Her cheeks heated even more, but irritation rose to the surface. It took two to – crash. “What about you?” she huffed. It was then Aala spotted her datapad, screen now cracked, on the ground. “Oh!” she exclaimed before he could reply. “My work.”

Obi-Wan helped her gather her things and examined her datapad as she shuffled her sheets together.

“It will still work,” he said, as she took the datapad from him. “You can retrieve all your data.” He paused a moment then, looking her over with a critical eye as she rearranged the items in her arms. “How have you been?” he asked. “You look – tired.”

Aala frowned, her hand smoothing across her hair in a self-conscious gesture. He was supposed to be overcome with desire in the mere presence of her allure, not looking at her like she should’ve been quarantined yesterday. “I –”

“When did you eat last?”

Her brow knitted. Of all the patronizing things to say... Why did that matter? She had work to do, and she was almost positive she’d had something to eat that very morning... or maybe she’d just had a lot of caf...

“I – eat...” she said, still frowning at him.

He smiled gently. “I just meant you look like you’re under a bit of stress. I thought I might be able to help...”

Her heart betrayed her with a little flutter at the mischievous glint she saw in his eyes, and she pursed her lips to keep from returning his smile. “I was doing fine until someone knocked me over and nearly ruined a week’s worth of work.”

“I do apologize,” he said sincerely. “I wonder if you’ll let me make it up to you?”

Though her heart skipped again, Aala kept herself from showing her elation, not wanting to let him off too easily – he should really learn to offer his apologies before the inevitable lecture began.

Instead, she gave a short, dramatic sigh. “How?” she asked, as if she saw no way to right this, but he wasn’t deterred.

“A late dinner, maybe? I don’t have any plans tonight.” Obi-Wan smiled fully then, his eyes crinkling and she couldn’t help but smile back. He was asking to spend time with her – dinner even. Maybe he had really just been trying to ask her out this whole time...

And he was so kriffing good looking, even when he was acting like he knew everything.

“Alright,” she conceded happily. “I’d like that.”

***

Dinner was nice – more than nice – but just as they were paying the check, the rest of the evening still ahead of them, Obi-Wan received a call from the Temple calling him back immediately.

Reality hit hard and it was a month before she saw him again. Aala was just as busy as she’d been before and it was never difficult for her to put these thoughts out of her head during the day, but over time, there were some nights, the ones she came home not quite as tired as most, she would lay in bed and she couldn’t help but think of him.

If she let it, with a little more experience now to draw from, her imagination was prone to run wild. Each time it did, she was left feeling just a little less satisfied and a little more desirous than before.

But then she finally saw him, in the Senate office building and though it was the middle of the day, her traitorous body reacted the same as it had before. It was like a crack of electricity shot from his body to hers and then looking into his eyes she swore he could feel it too.

***

He noticed her a moment before she realized he was down the hall and headed toward her. Her blonde hair was swept up and tied back in the style she always wore during the day. It was not hard, though, for him to recall the feeling of the soft strands between his fingers or brushing across his chest He had thought of her this way from time to time in the quiet moments he had to himself.

When her eyes did meet his, he felt her spike of arousal instantly and his own body reacted in kind before he could suppress it.

It was no surprise, it had been weeks – and he felt bad for his ‘apology’ dinner – taking her out and then having to leave her at the restaurant. He couldn’t help but think that maybe they should’ve skipped dinner altogether so could just take her to bed the moment he had her to himself.

A tempting thought, but it seemed impolite. He was a Jedi after all, not a shaking mass of hormones and he did enjoy her company. She was intelligent and witty. And he loved the color on her cheeks when she blushed... and the little breathy sounds she made when he –

“Hi.” Aala greeted him as he approached her.

“Hello.” Obi-Wan couldn’t help but search her blue eyes for a hint at her emotions as she smiled up at him.

“What brings you here today?”she asked.

Placing his hand at her elbow, he gently guided her further into a little alcove lined with tall windows, off to the side. There were few other people in the corridor, but still he’d rather their conversation had no chance of being overheard. “Just a bit of Jedi business.”

“I’ve missed you,” she said, and then blushed. A beam of sun fell across her face through the windows, and the light made her eyes sparkle.

He smiled warmly at the admission. “I’m happy to see you, as well. How are you?”

“Good...” Aala twisted her hands together, as if she needed something to occupy them and as he watched her, he thought he could sense a flare of desire from her again. “Busy as usual,” she continued.

“Oh, am I holding you up now?” he asked.

“No, not at all. I’m in the middle of a negotiation hearing, exports. We just broke for lunch. I have to be back in an hour.” She paused for a moment, looking up at him. “You?”

“I’m... in between tasks at the moment, as well. I’m meeting Anakin for training in about an hour.

“Oh, good.”

They stared at each other, and Obi-Wan was still watching her very carefully, not wanting to overstep any boundary, despite what his masculine instincts were telling him.

“Would you like to go for lunch...?” he asked.

She caught her lower lip between her teeth for a second and seemed to be thinking about it. “I’m not really hungry... are you?”

Maybe, but not for food. “No,” he answered.

She continued to look up at him, an expectant expression on her face and he realized he was holding his breath. “How long does it take to get to your apartment?” His voice was low and quiet.

“About ten minutes.”

Searching her expressive eyes one more time, he sensed her arousal now as sharply as though it were his own. Despite his attempts at being gentlemanly, it was clear what she wanted, and he couldn’t seem to find a reason at the moment to resist. Reaching forward, he grasped her hand under the cover of the sleeve of his cloak. “Let’s go,” he said, and she nodded her agreement.

He turned and she fell into step at his side. A quick glimpse showed her face cool and impassive, though he knew exactly what she was feeling. The truth was he wanted this too.

The peace he felt in the time he’d been allowed to spend with her was unexpected but it had made an unexplainable difference. Where there had been pain and remorse before, she helped him to replace it with relief and calm, in a galaxy that seemed a whirlwind of crazy lately. A Jedi was not ruled by desire – Obi-Wan could easily cast it into the Force as he had many times as a padawan – but it was a valid emotion none-the-less and he’d never felt as safe with anyone else as he did sharing it with her.

Maybe there was a quickness to their steps or they caught the right shuttle with a bit of luck, but they arrived at the apartment in under ten minutes and as the door slid shut they turned to one another.

She was in his arms, kissing him before he could say ‘Would you like a cup of tea?’

They fumbled their way to the common room, and she slid her hands under his cloak, pushing it down his shoulders. He began pulling at her own clothes, easing her own jacket off her body.

Stopping for a moment, he looked at her and she smiled – she was so beautiful, like this. A little flustered, her chest rising with each heavy breath and looking at him like that.

As she wrapped her arms around him, he gave a quiet rumble of approval and pressed his lips to her neck. “Bedroom?” he murmured against her skin.

“Mmmhm,” she hummed but then her mouth was on his again, her tongue meeting his rather enthusiastically and the couch was right there, and really, it looked very comfortable, more than comfortable, so he circled an arm around her waist and dropped back onto it so his head was resting at the top of the cushion and she was in his lap.

If she noticed, or cared that they hadn’t made it to the bedroom, she didn’t say, only gave a little sigh as she tugged at his tunic, struggling to get it over his head.

Obliging her, he leaned forward and she pulled it up and off, tossing it somewhere over her shoulder and he returned the favor so she was left only in her very thin camisole and her leggings.

With more skin bared he nuzzled her neck again, dropping kisses along her collarbone and down her chest. As he pressed his mouth to the swell of her breast, she wriggled a little on his lap and his hips jerked in response. Pulling back, he moved his hands to her waist to steady her movements.

Too fast. Maybe they didn’t have a lot of time, but he wanted her to be able to fully enjoy this.

Sensing the change in momentum, she pushed at his shoulders and he leaned back further, reclining into the cushions of the couch and looking up at her.

She scooted back a little on his lap and her eyes swept over him, down his chest and lower – her attention paused on his obvious arousal for a second then went up again, meeting his steady gaze.

His hands rubbed at her hips in a slow, affectionate caress, but he couldn’t quite read her expression. “What is it?” he asked her.

Aala ran her hands across the planes of his chest; his own moved to the bottom of her camisole, but she stilled them.

“We’ve never done this in the middle of the day before...” she said, nodding her head toward the wall of uncovered windows behind her. “Broad daylight...” Her eyes raked over him again and he knew then she was eager to see all of him but maybe feeling a bit shy about revealing the entirety of her own body in the clear afternoon light.

Grinning, he slid his hands up to her waist so he could caress bare skin. “Number four, then?”

She laughed. “You were serious about that...”

“Gravely serious,” he answered and he leaned forward to kiss her. As he fingered the edges of her camisole once more, he could still feel the slightest hint of anxiety.

He could guess at what was worrying her, but he could not care any less about what her scar looked like. He knew, though, only his actions would prove that to her.

“How about I go first,” he said, pushing gently at her waist.

Taking the cue, she stood up, her eyes never leaving him. He followed her and they stood facing each other in front of the couch. Obi-Wan pulled his boots off and then undid the fastenings of his pants with practiced ease. Her eyes followed the movements of his fingers unabashedly and he thought perhaps he should feel a bit nervous himself under her unwavering scrutiny, but he didn’t. Her heated gaze only fueled his desire for her, for this, and he would enjoy every second of the moment while he had it.

So he slid the rest of his clothes off and looked at her face again as he straightened. Her lips were perhaps a bit dry for her quickened breathing and he watched, rapt, as her tongue swept out to wet them at the same time her gaze came to rest on his erection, hard and eager for her.

He quickly tamped down the urge to pull her to the couch as it threatened to consume him, instead wanting to coax her past her own insecurities so she could be an equal participant in this.

Sitting back down on the couch, he pressed his hands to the flare of her hips and positioned her in front of him. “Take off you leggings,” he said, his voice husky.

She complied, sliding them down her long legs and kicking them off.

“And your underwear.” His eyes did not leave hers, and she followed his request again without hesitation. His fingers twitched at his sides as she undressed for him, aching to touch her and he moved forward as she stood at her full height.

Her camisole fell to the tops of her thighs, just barely covering her and he skimmed his hands up her legs, grasping her hips and urging her closer.

Obi-Wan pressed his lips to her stomach, still covered by the satiny material and then lower and she gasped, her hands tightening on his shoulders.

Time to move things along, he thought to himself as the sounds she was making made him grow harder still. Moving one hand to her lower back, he pressed her forward and guided her back to his lap so their bodies were pressing together.

The satin was slippery and soft against his chest but he knew her skin would feel better, so in the interest of distracting her he crushed her mouth to his, sharing a deep kiss with her and lifted one hand under the material to cup her full breast. His fingers pinched her nipple lightly at the same time he touched the tip of his tongue to her own and her reaction was instantaneous.

Aala groaned, rocking her hips against him and as she moved on his lap, he felt her wetness slick across the top of his thigh. He answered her with a deep growl of his own. She was more than ready for him.

And they only had about 15 minutes before they needed to leave.

Obi-Wan pinched at the stiffened peak of her nipple again, a bit rougher and she jerked against him. “Obi-Wan,” she pleaded, her voice breathy.

He lifted the hem of her camisole one more time and when he sensed nothing from her except her continuing ardor, he moved hastily, whipping it over her head. “You’re beautiful,” he told her.

Sighing softly, she rocked her hips against him, her rhythm slow and measured and her fingers skimming across his stomach. Both of his hands moved to her breasts, cupping and lifting them and she hummed a soft approving noise in response.

As one hand gently kneaded her right breast, the other rose higher to touch her hair, but she quickly grasped his wrist. “It will take me too long to tie it back up.” She smiled apologetically.

Before he had time to regret it, though, she was guiding his hand back down to his own swollen flesh and he gasped out loud.

With a pleased look on her face, she lifted her hips, braced on her knees and he quickly took the hint, parting her slick folds with his fingers and guiding the tip of his erection to her opening.

She sank down on him slowly and he took a few deep breaths, fighting the urge to bury himself in her, letting her set her own pace, giving her as long as she needed to adjust to his size.

“Ohh,” she breathed as she took him in further. “Yes...”

He began to move then, just barely shifting his hips forward and back and her breathing quickened. “You feel so good,” she sighed for him.

Her cheeks were flushed a lovely mottled rose color and her face was tilted up, her eyes closed as they began to move together. She rose and fell on top of him, her breasts bouncing a little as her speed increased and the sight of her so caught up in their pleasure, the feeling of her hot and slick and yielding, it was all just right and he knew he would not last much longer.

He brushed his fingertips across her hip to where they were joined, and his thumb slipped deftly between her folds to caress her. At this, her breath caught in her throat and then released in a series of breathy pants and she gasped his name. “Obi-Wan, please...”

Leaning back, she braced her hands on his knees, exposing her body fully to him. Heartened by her new abandon, Obi-Wan increased his attentions, tapping his thumb against her clit, then circling it slowly. She rocked her hips in counterpoint to his thrusts and as he sensed her nearing her climax, he pressed a little harder with his thumb, circled quicker, and their pace began to hasten.

Then without warning, her body reached its peak, clenching tightly around his length inside her. She bucked wildly on top of him and cried out. One, two, three more thrusts and he came with a groan of pleasure, his hips spasming erratically against her.

Spent and sated, Aala slumped against him even as he still pulsed inside her. She pressed her cheek to his shoulder, each harsh breath tickling his neck.

After a few long moments, when they had both stilled, she gave a contented sigh. “How much time do we have?” she asked.

“A few minutes still,” he answered. “Catch your breath.”

She nodded, her fingers gently stroking his sides as he rubbed slow soothing circles over her back. “That was...”

He turned his head to glance down at her and she smiled happily. “I think they call it a ‘quickie’,” he teased and she giggled, pressing her face against his chest.

Wrapping his arms around her, he gave a sigh himself, relaxing into the comfort of being like this with her and allowing that calming wave of peacefulness to wash over them both.

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