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Ninth

For the first time in this crazy, unconventional relationship, Aala had to admit to herself that she missed him. She missed him a lot.

Since the war had started...

Everything was different now. Before, when she was younger, she was busy, she worked a lot. Of course she had thought of him, but whenever she saw him, whatever he had to give, it was enough.

Now she was still busy, and she worked twice as much as she had before but the Galaxy was awash in turmoil and darkness and sometimes she felt like there was nothing she could do to stop it and she hated that - that feeling that she’d lost all control.

Was it too much to ask now to want someone to go to bed with every night?

For years it had never crossed her mind. Now...

Everything was different. She was older and, well, she supposed things were ticking... not that it mattered for her, but she felt it all the same.

She wanted him. She wanted him every night. But every night ended the same -- her going to bed alone. Was it the desperation of the war dragging on that was making her feel so uncharacteristically needy or was it just hormones? Did it matter? No, she told herself. Because she was alone -- essentially by choice, and there was nothing she could do to change it. Blasted War. Blasted Jedi Order.

Aala sighed. The expansive windows in her small apartment afforded her a spectacular view of a small part of the Coruscant skyline. She especially enjoyed it at night - the dazzling lights of a city that rarely slept.

And she envied it. Some nights, she was so tired she fell into bed and her eyes were closed before she knew it. Others, many others, she would sit on the couch for hours, watching the city.

And some nights she would startle awake from a deep sleep with an anxious sort of flutter in her chest...

She was never quite sure what had woken her but she knew that even in sleep she was undeniably connected to him, something had woken her --

And she would turn over in bed and she knew that he might be there, or he might not. If he was there, the happy relief was immeasurable -- if he was not, she couldn’t bear to think about what might’ve happened, what might be happening to him at that very moment.

This was how she knew the relationship had changed into something different, something more, but she always managed to forget by morning.

Taking a deep breath she stole a glance toward her bedroom door.

No need to worry about that tonight. Her General was already safe and sound in her bed and dead to the universe.

He’d come in late the night before, only just in from something covert, she guessed, some secret mission to who knows where -- he hadn’t said but she could guess by the way he was dressed. He was hardly ever in anything besides his Jedi garb, but he’d come in tonight in dark form fitting trousers, a grey tunic stretched across his chest and a tailored brown jacket that fell at his hips. But honestly, it was the blaster and the binders that he set on her table that really gave it away.

Arching a brow she met his eyes but he was distracted or just too tired to catch the glimmer in her own.

“I emptied the charge,” he answered quietly as if to quell some vague worry about the blaster but her thoughts were far from that. He was obviously too tired to do or think about anything besides sleep.

Slumping down in the chair next to hers at the table, he started to shuck off his boots.

“It’s fine,” she said. “I was just thinking how nice it is to see you alive, Master Jedi.”

“The rumors of my death have been greatly exaggerated,” he answered in a dry tone, but then he glanced up at her with a soft half smile. “I did warn you.”

“Yes, you did. I appreciate it.” Sitting across from him, she watched as he finished with his boots, his movements a bit slower and more stilted than usual. “It must’ve been quite an eventful week...”

“You’ve no idea,” he agreed.

“Successful?”

“Fairly,” he smiled at her.

“I’m happy you came.” The admission came quietly after a long moment. He never used to do this -- show up after every mission, but now --

It was true Anakin was no longer his apprentice and that made a difference but maybe he felt something of what she felt as well -- even if it didn't mean his duty was any less.

“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be,” he told her, his voice soft. He sighed then, perhaps recalling some of those less desirable places he’d been and scrubbed his hand over his face before running it through his hair.

“Bed?” Aala suggested. It was very late, after all. He gave her a faint, relieved smile. “Yes,” he said as he stood, pulling off his jacket as she watched him.

And she watched still as he turned to walk to the bedroom -- yes... those trousers fit him very well indeed. Blasted Jedi robes.

The shades in the bedroom were half drawn and though it was dark, the glow of the city left enough light for them to see each other. As she’d already been dressed for bed, Aala climbed under the covers as Obi continued to undress. He pulled the tunic over his head, tossing it on a nearby chair and then undid the fastenings of his pants, sliding them down over his hips and stepping out of them.

As distracted as she was by the shifting of the muscles of his arms and shoulders, she didn’t immediately notice what he had been wearing under his clothes until he straightened.

As a Jedi, his uniform was simple, completely unremarkable and unimportant and what did it matter to her compared to the man underneath?

But looking at him now, suddenly, she was rethinking every thought she’d ever had along that line.

Obi-Wan was standing there, next to her bed, wearing only his underwear, but instead of the loose white shorts he normally wore, these were black, the material clung to his muscled thighs and sat low on his hips, only accentuating everything they purported to hide. Stars and galaxies... Even in the dim light she could make out the tapering of his abdomen that dipped into the waistband, the strong lines of the muscles in his legs, and the light hair that dusted his chest and stomach, leading down... Oh my...

Swallowing hard, Aala realized she’d been staring and she flicked her gaze back up to meet his grey-blue eyes -- they held their usual glimmer of good humor but the lines of stress and wariness were obvious to her.

Leaning forward, he climbed into bed next to her. “Come here,” he murmured, reaching out to brush his hand across her waist. Even after all this time -- the husky rumble of his voice, the steady touch of his hands, it still made her heart do little flip flops.

Aala gave a light laugh as he pulled her closer, pressing her body along the length of his even as his eyes fluttered shut. “You’re exhausted,” she said.

“Mmmm,” he sighed.

“When was the last time you slept? Really slept?”

“Can’t recall.”

She laughed again as he opened his eyes to look at her. “I’m sorry,” he apologized.

“Don’t be silly. Certainly after such a long, hard mission you can have a little bit of time off? Enough to sleep and spend an evening with me?”

“Yes, I suppose.” His eyes were closed again, and she could tell he was already beginning to drift off.

“Sleep now,” she told him, her voice quiet, “we can get reacquainted a little later.”

The next morning he’d been sound asleep when she’d left for work, and she knew he must’ve been beyond exhausted as he was sleeping still when she’d returned that afternoon.

But she’d picked up some food, and more than 13 hours of sleep was enough, at least for the first round she figured, so she’d gone into the bedroom with a bag of take-out and woken him up so they could have a picnic on the bed.

Unfortunately, she still had meetings and errands to run so she’d told him she’d be back in a couple hours as she began to clean up their meal.

“Are you sure you have to leave?” he teased her with a flirty smile as he laid back against her pillows.

“Yes, but I won’t be long.” She repressed a heavy sigh, willing herself not to stare at his bare chest. Blast, blast, blast. The thought of Obi-Wan in her bed, waiting for her, wearing nothing except those clingy black shorts was going to make the next three hours the longest of her life.

“I should probably check in with the Temple...” he said in an off-hand way.

“Don’t you dare,” Aala wanted to shout, but she managed to control herself. They would only give him more work, no doubt. “You’re not allowed to leave this bed,” she added, for good measure.

“Is that so?” He grinned, his brow arching and she realized he’d been teasing her again, but she wasn’t taking any chances.

“Yes,” Aala said in a serious voice, “I’ll cuff you to the bed frame if I have to,” she threatened, unable to keep from thinking of the durasteel binders that still sat on her kitchen table.

“That could be fun,” Obi-Wan commented with a glint of mischief in his eyes. The expression on his face had turned into something her body recognized instantly and she felt the heat of it all the way down to her toes.

It had been an idle threat, she’d only meant it as a joke, but actually now that he mentioned it... Yes, it could be fun... Obi-Wan bound to the bed, powerless beneath her as she slowly stripped those sexy black shorts from his body...

“Aala,” he warned, his voice low, for he must’ve picked up the direction her thoughts had turned.

She let out the breath she hadn’t known she was holding in a puff of air and gave him an apologetic look. “Just a couple hours,” she promised, then brushed a light kiss across his mouth and left before she did something that would get her in entirely too much trouble.

Of course, when she’d returned, he’d been asleep again. So until she could decide when and how to wake him, she’d found herself sitting alone on her couch pondering her love life and her relationship with her stalwart, but appropriately passionate Jedi General.

And then she remembered the set of durasteel binders on her table and she eyed them as she recalled Obi-Wan’s words and the glint in his eye as he had teased her. She couldn’t really do that, could she? It was only a silly cliche... But the image she’d conjured up earlier was burned into her mind.

Something about the lonely nights, the way she missed him and the fact that he'd been in her bed all day. In that underwear that clung to his lithe legs and nothing else...

Maybe it was time for something new. What number were they on? And perhaps he'd be inspired and return the favor. She couldn't help a little shiver of anticipation at the thought of being tied up and helpless to pleasure under those talented hands... that mouth. She'd seen just a hint of a wicked gleam in his eye, reserved just for her when they were most alone to know that it was certainly a possibility.

But first things first.

Decision made, she tried to leave any uncertainty behind as she grabbed the cuffs and crept into the bedroom.

The insufferable, irresistible man was still asleep. Partly annoyed, but mostly pleased she could continue with her plan, she suppressed a sigh in favor of silence, moving soundlessly to the bed and making a concentrated effort to keep a clear head -- she had no concept of The Force but she knew how to keep from disturbing him.

Obi-Wan was lying on his back, the blanket draped casually across his stomach and his face relaxed in sleep. A flash of regret came upon her at the semblance of peace, but then she recalled that it had been nearly an entire day. Certainly enough rest for a Jedi Master. At least for what she had in mind, which would not require them leaving the bed.

With gentle movements she knelt to the bed as she planned her attack. Settling at his side she considered his form, taking an extra moment to appreciate what she could see. His shoulders... his shoulders were her favorite, broad and powerful, corded muscles under taut, smooth skin...

She sighed inwardly as her desire flared another notch. It had been too too long.

And she was determined to change that tonight. Bound and determined.

Aala couldn’t help smiling to herself at her double entendre, and any nervousness she might have felt lifted away. Reaching forward she settled her fingertips on his shoulder and traced an imaginary line down his arm over the curve of his bicep, careful that her touch was not too light, not too firm, to his hand, which she grasped.

Obi-Wan did not stir, and she liked to think it was because he was so accustomed to having her by his side in bed. A small smile came to her lips, the thought bringing a bit of extra confidence and gently, slowly she raised his arm as if she were only wanting to snuggle at his side.

His breathing was soft and even, his lips just barely parted as he continued to sleep. Letting his hand come to rest on the bed above his head, she opened one of the cuffs and prepared herself to carry out the next few steps of her plan with careful but quick precision.

The cool metal encircled his wrist and he didn't stir. Aala pressed the two halves together and they locked with a soft click. To her satisfaction, he shifted a little but did not wake, so she looped the connecting chain through the slats of the headboard above his head so that when his other wrist was secured he would effectively be chained to the bed.

This would be a little trickier to pull off, however.

It was likely he would wake, but she was counting on a bit of 'just woke up' grogginess and just enough incentive for him to want to play along with her.

One hand holding the second cuff, the other reached across his body for his free wrist. As she had imagined, when she grasped his other hand, the combination of the assault on his honed senses was too much and his eyes flicked open.

Even in the dark she was caught and held by his intense blue-grey stare, much clearer and more aware than she had anticipated, but to her credit, only for a fraction of a second.

In one swift movement she drew his right hand to join the other above his head and swung her leg over his body so she was straddling his stomach.

And as she looked down on him, her body pinning his - of course she knew - as he flexed both arms experimentally to get a sense of just what type of situation he was in, her gaze was drawn to the movement of the defined muscles of his arms -- of course she knew he could overpower her even without The Force, but she also knew there was much much more to Obi-Wan Kenobi then what met the eye.

And she knew he was just back from a stressful mission, he was, hopefully, fairly well rested... And she knew well - Obi-Wan Kenobi liked to play.

As Obi-Wan's eyes lit to the possibilities that stretched before them, Aala's lips quirked in a half smile... good, he got it.

"Miss Naberrie," he said, his voice low and even, as if he had never been asleep. "Are you trying to assault me?"

"Not 'trying'..." she grinned, and without ever breaking his gaze she snapped the second cuff around his other wrist with a definitive click. Yes, she thought, proud of the mild look of surprise in his eyes, this is exactly what I want.

Obi-Wan moved his arms, both wrists straining against the metal of the cuffs, and then again, a bit harder, but there was nothing for it. He shifted his shoulders, and then his hips, but he couldn't move his body much either with her sitting on top of him. His eyes narrowed just a bit as he considered her and he sighed. "Oh, dear. You've certainly put me in my place, haven't you?"

Aala smiled again. "Mmm."

"Do you know what the charge is for assaulting a Jedi General?"

"I haven't hurt you, have I?" she teased, sliding her hands down his arms, to rest against his chest.

"That's not the point." he said and she shrugged. "Kidnapping, then," he accused her.

"You came here on your own. This is just a little... restraint. I thought I might be able to persuade you to relax and enjoy it..."

"Oh, and how do you intend - "

Time for the incentive.

His sentence was cut off as she lowered her body, her hips resting flush against his, but her plan of persuasion almost backfired as his hips jerked instinctively underneath her, his already hardening length pressing against her and she gave a quiet gasp. Even with the blanket between them, she was nearly overcome and she almost gave up then. She almost unlocked him to demand that he take her now. It felt so good, it would feel so good, after so long.

But the realization hit her as she could feel his erection straining against her that he was enjoying this. She smiled. She had thought he might.

Not moving, she kept pressed against him and he spoke again. "And now that you've got me, just what do you plan to do with me?"

"Mmm ..." she stretched out across his chest half laying on him as she pretended to think about it. "I think I'm going to keep you as my love slave..." Okay, it sounded ridiculous and wasn't particularly compassionate, but this was her little fantasy, just this once.

"Love slave, hm? I think they might notice me missing from the Temple eventually..."

She grinned again, her fingers tracing shapes over his chest. "I'll buy you, fair and square."

He harrumphed even as he shuddered from the feeling of her hand skimming in light sweeps across his skin.

"You don't think Master Windu would sell you to me?” Aala smirked. “I'd pay quite a lot... Think of the good it would do -- the younglings that could be trained... Think of the children, Obi-Wan."

He chuckled at this, and she shifted again, rubbing her hips against him. He returned the gesture and she felt her pulse increase another notch as her breathing did as well.

"Perhaps it wouldn't be all that bad," he said, his voice smooth.

"Mmmmm," she murmured, and then she stood. He watched, a soft gleam of anticipation in his eyes and she stepped back as she began to unbutton her shirt.

"Are you cold?" she asked.

He shook his head, "No."

She pulled at the blanket, uncovering his form slowly. "Good." She let her gaze caress him, stars above and beyond he looked good, and then she gathered what was left of her resolve and turned toward the bathroom.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"To take a hot shower," she smiled over her shoulder. "Don't worry, I'll be back soon. Don't go anywhere," she added with a teasing smirk as she blew him a kiss.

Perhaps she had imagined it but she was sure she heard a soft groan and she paused in the doorway of the bathroom for a moment.

How fun it would to be, to make him wait, really wait. To tease him and tempt him... and make him plead for her. And maybe she should make sure he kept only her in mind while he waited.

“I’ll leave the door open,” she said, looking back over her shoulder with a coy smile. “No thoughts of Jedi business here, keep your mind on me.”

Stepping all the way into the ‘fresher, Aala turned on the shower and stripped the rest of her clothes off, delighting in the feel of his gaze on her. Yes, it was fun to tease him, but she was only human. And Obi-Wan Kenobi was chained nearly naked to her bed. So she pinned her hair up, not wanting to take the time to wash it, and allowed herself a bit of haste as she ran her hands across her body with hot sudsy water.

The heat of the water was wonderful, it relaxed her entire body and she imagined she was washing the day away. This was important to her - it made her feel like when she was with him they could leave everything else behind, so it was just her and him and nothing else.

The steam from the shower filled the small room even with the door open, and Aala didn't bother with anything other than toweling off quickly. She considered not bothering with any clothes either, but decided to slip on a silky camisole, one she knew he liked, that just barely kept her covered.

A little flicker of insecurity in the back of her mind made Aala doubt herself for one moment but she hastily pushed it away, recalling the feeling of his eager body beneath hers. Indeed, when she stepped back into the bedroom, Obi-Wan was much as she'd left him, stretched across the bed, his hands bound above his head, wanting and waiting for her.

His head was already turned in her direction and as she stepped forward he watched her movements with unveiled interest. "What took so long?" he asked, his voice husky. Aala only smiled, kneeling at his side on the bed. Even in the dark room, his eyes were like blue fire, lit from something within and it never failed to steal her breath in moments like this.

She ran her hand over his chest, smoothing across planes of muscles, skimming over his flat male nipples and down, his stomach quivering as her fingers trailed lower.

"Aala..."

The breathy moan that carried her name was perhaps one of the sexiest things she'd ever heard from Obi-Wan's lips and her skin tingled at the thought that she was affecting him this way.

"Obi-Wan..." she answered, "I like these..." Aala slid her hand over the waistband of his underwear, letting her fingers glide across his hardening shaft and he shuddered. She smiled, looking up to see the expression on his face and retraced the same path, up and down his length, teasing. "Can we keep them?" she asked.

He chuckled even despite his growing state of arousal. "Of course."

"And the cuffs?"

"Oh yes. I'll keep the cuffs. I have to repay the favor, after all. Someday."

Aala sighed happily. Indeed. But for now...

Hooking her fingers in the top of his underwear, she tugged them down, over his erection and down his legs.

She took one moment to look over the length of his body from her place by his feet. The room was lit only from the white-blue glow of the city beyond the bedroom window, the shade was wide open. Though she knew Coruscant was teeming with activity, it didn't matter to her. This room was enough, they were blissfully alone, stranded on their own little planet for all she knew.

Eyes long adjusted to the dark, she took a couple long minutes to admire him, bared and at her mercy. Out of the corner of her eye she saw him move his arms again, what little he could, and she smiled to herself.

Starting at his toes, she let her eyes trail the length of his strong legs, slightly parted and her hands followed not far behind. The feeling of his warm skin, the soft hair that covered each leg tickling her palms, was wonderfully tactile and she reveled in the opportunity to simply touch him. He flinched as her fingers brushed across the inside of his knees and then his inner thighs, and his hips jerked, drawing her attention.

He was fully erect now under her ministrations, his cock jutting up from his body, curving toward his stomach and the tip already glistening with a drop of moisture. And it was then she knew exactly what she wanted.

So often Obi-Wan was focused on her pleasure, or they'd been apart so long she thought of nothing but having him inside her, but she was in control now, empowered by both her position and having decided to simply take what she wanted most.

Shuffling further up the bed, she kneeled again at his side and let her fingers finish their trek, up his thigh, trailing over his scrotum to wrap around the base of his cock. Aala leaned forward then, but paused, her lips only inches from his tip and she knew he would feel the exhale of her breath on his sensitive skin.

"Aala..." he said her name again, in that same warning tone he'd used before she'd left, but this was the kind of trouble she wanted to drown herself in. Exquisite, torturing pleasure. And she wanted to hear him beg for it.

"Hmm?" She leaned forward again, licking the bead of liquid from the head of his shaft and his whole body shuddered.

"Aala..." he said her name again, and it was a beautiful sound, but not what she wanted most, so she hovered above him, just barely not touching him, waiting...

"...please...."

Aala smiled, letting her tongue reach out to lick him again as she pumped him once, slowly. "Please what?"

"Come here," he groaned, his voice low.

Her smile widened and she raised her head a fraction to look at him. "No..." she laughed quietly, "I have what I want right here."

He sighed as she slid her hand over him again. "Then please..."

"Please?" she coaxed him.

His eyes were closed, his head tilted back and his hands were each wrapped around a slat at the head of the bed to keep from pulling against the binders. "Please," he groaned, "...your mouth."

She continued to make slow, careful movements with her hand as she watched him, entranced by the expression of abandon on his face.

"Please...” The word came out as a husky moan. “Suck me."

Holy kriffing hell.

Now that was the sexiest thing she'd ever heard from his lips. What had she done to her proper, polite Master Kenobi? And now after hearing him say the words, she wanted it herself so badly she could hardly restrain herself.

Bending forward she slid her mouth all the way around his swollen flesh, savoring the taste of him, the feel of him - the softness of his skin and hardness of his shaft, all at once. His hips bucked and she let her lips slide up, her tongue flicking and swirling around his tip, and then back down again. Relaxing her throat, she took him as far as she could and he groaned, a low throaty sound.

The pattern was repeated, again and again and she was so wrapped up in pleasuring him she hardly noticed -- it was like the flutter of something soft and teasing between her legs, like gentle fingertips grazing the skin of her inner thighs, skimming across her center, slipping between her folds...

So focused on him, she hardly noticed until the touch intensified, slipped around her clit, pulsed inside of her...

Her stomach clenched, electricity and pleasure sparking in her core. Oh... Force...

The Force...

She pulled back suddenly and he gasped at the sudden loss of her warm mouth. "No cheating," she told him, nearly breathless. "Or I'll go take another shower. With the door closed." He grunted in reply, and the phantom touch receded.

Returning to her task, she started slowly again, her lips gliding up and down his length, her tongue giving teasing flutters and she could sense his whole body straining. She knew that he was aching to bury his hands in her hair, guide her closer, pull her to him. And she knew he was close. As he writhed beneath her making quiet noises of pleasure, she shivered in return, more turned on than she could ever remember being.

Quickening her pace, Aala hummed her desire around his length in her mouth. Obi-Wan's reaction was nearly instantaneous. He gave a shout as he climaxed, thrusting his hips, straining, and then he was spilling down her throat, spicy and hot.

Aala held tight to his hips, slowing her movements as he began to relax after a few long minutes. When he was spent, she shifted so she was draped across his chest, her head resting over his pounding heart until his breathing returned to normal.

A few peaceful moments passed and a deep satisfied sigh left him. He shifted underneath her, almost rubbing against her, and she could tell how much he wanted to touch her but she was not done with him yet.

Pushing herself up, she moved so she was sitting on top of him again, this time bare skin to skin. A slow smile came to her face as she took in his satisfied expression - better rested, and well sated but the glint in his eye told her all she needed to know.

"More?" he asked, rocking his hips suggestively.

"You're up for it, aren't you?" she grinned. She could feel he wasn't quite fully recovered, but that didn't matter, there was no rush.

He smiled in return. "Getting there," he said, letting his eyes slide across her still covered torso.

"Maybe this will help." Aala lifted her camisole up and over her head, tossing it off the side of the bed.

"Mmm," he agreed, his gaze settling on her full breasts before moving up again. "Take your hair down."

Aala pursed her lips. "You're not supposed to be giving me orders. But since I was going to anyway..."

He grinned, his eyes crinkling in good humor, and she couldn't help smiling in return. "Don't do it again, though, or I'll have to punish you."

"And just what would that entail?" he asked.

"You don't want to find out," was the only thing she could think of to say that wouldn't make her cheeks heat in bashfulness.

He chuckled and she frowned at him, raising up on her knees as if she were going to leave.

"Ahh," he groaned at the loss of contact. "My apologies. Please come back, it won't happen again."

She gave him a look then settled back over him. "Be good."

"Yes." he complied.

"Now..." Raising her arms, she moved with deliberate slowness and he watched every motion with undisguised want. His gaze followed her fingers as she found and plucked one pin from her hair, and followed still as she placed it in the center of his chest, directly over his sternum. She repeated the motion with the next pin and the next, setting one on each side of the first.

"Don't move too much," she teased as she reached for the next two. He nodded once, but his attention was obviously elsewhere - watching the rise and fall of her breasts as she moved and then the tendrils of hair that escaped to fall across her shoulders, brushing against her slender neck and the swell of her breast.

With a glint in her eye, she placed the last two hairpins on his chest. The final one she set over his left nipple and he flinched at the touch. “Careful,” she warned.

When her hair was loose, she ran her fingers through the soft strands, smoothing out the tangles, her breasts thrust out toward him as she arched her back, and then she swept her hair over one shoulder.

“Force, Aala,” he groaned, and she could feel how hard he was again, but she could not bring herself to hurry. The look in his eye as he watched her made her feel so sexy and she only felt this way when she was him.

Leaning forward, she let the ends of her hair tickle across his stomach, then brush against his side and up to the curvature of muscle of his upper arm. Careful not to displace the hairpins on his chest, she braced herself on her arms above him.

Finally, still moving oh-so-slow, she pressed her mouth to his and he responded with every ounce of passion and skill he possessed.

This was why she had not kissed him before, she was lost to the sensation of his mouth, the soft caress of his lips and the gentle exploration of his tongue. Kriff...

Breaking the kiss, she lifted her chin, letting him kiss her jaw and she slid forward so he could nuzzle her neck. He dropped kisses on her shoulder, wherever he could reach, and she moved forward again his mouth traveling obligingly over her collarbone and down her chest.

"Oh..." she breathed as he nuzzled the top curve of her breast. Her blonde hair fell in a cascade to one side and looking down at him, their eyes met. His were ablaze again with want and she was sure he saw the same intensity reflected in her own.

Tilting her torso toward him, she shifted until her breast was above his mouth. Without breaking eye contact, he flicked his tongue across her nipple, and she had to bite her lip to keep from crying out. Stars, this was sexy.

His tongue flicked against the stiffened peak again and her entire body shivered from the contact. The movement brought her closer, and he took full advantage, catching the sensitized bud between his lips. Unable to help herself, she gasped and pressed herself to him. He took her nipple fully into the wet heat of his mouth, twirling his tongue around it and sucking. The sensation was sharp and hot, shooting pleasure straight to her core.

She moved so he could repeat the gesture on the other breast, letting him kiss and suckle until she could wait no longer.

Sliding backwards down his body, she grasped his hard length with a gentle touch of her hand, poising herself directly above him. As she spread her legs further apart, the tip of him slid inside her and she held her breath.

Inch by inch, she sunk down, his length stretching and filling her, and she reveled in the press of his cock against each hungry nerve inside of her. Force, it felt good. This is not going to last long...

Sighing softly, she began to move, up and down and he thrust his hips, sliding into her, rubbing against her with expert precision. Being tied up certainly didn’t affect his performance in this area. Impressively, he was careful to only move his lower half - her pins were still strewn precariously across his chest but as her pleasure began to build, she found she hardly cared anymore. With a sweep of her hand, the pins went flying across the bed, and she lowered her torso so they were pressed together, skin to skin.

His hips jerked harder, and it rocked her body forward making her nipples slide against his chest and her clit rub against his pelvis. Aala gasped out loud, pleasure sparking through her body, and she clutched at his shoulders. Though their movements were becoming increasingly frantic, she was still able to match him, rocking against him with each thrust.

It was only another endless moment before heat exploded through her body and everything else fell away as she shattered, clutching tightly to him, her Obi-Wan. Her back arched instinctively, pressing her hips flush against his own. Breath catching in her throat, she shook as her climax washed over her, still riding him. In the next second, she felt the throb of his length deep inside of her as he gasped, coming for a second time that night.

Her arms gave out then, and she collapsed on his chest feeling languid and completely satiated. Eventually, their breathing slowed, their hearts calmed and Aala was awash of contentment. Even when it was time for him to leave again, this memory would make her smile for quite a long while to come. She gave a soft sigh as his hands swept across her back - they were warm and comforting - drifting down the line of her spine and rubbing her shoulders and she relaxed further....

Hey!

“Hey!” Where she drew the energy from, she had no idea, but she sat up quickly pinning him with an accusing glare. That was no Force touch... Indeed, his hands were completely free, the binders discarded to the side.

Obi-Wan gave a tired chuckle and drew her back to his chest. “Darling,” he murmured, brushing his lips over her hair. “Just because I choose not to use The Force in a particular situation, doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten how.”

Aala sighed. Jedi. But she was far past really caring and she smiled to herself because one thing was now quite apparent. If he could’ve gotten out of it at any time... well, that meant Obi-Wan Kenobi really enjoyed being chained to the bed.

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