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Mundali IV	By : laloga13 Category: Star Wars (All) > Het - Male/Female Views: 1770 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: If you're familiar with my work, you'll recognize Keren from the fics Tatooine I, (found here on AFF), and Small Luxuries, which is on my FFN page. This interlude takes place during my first timeline, (on FFN), and is the result of a WIP AU fic that I'm working on, with will feature Obi-Wan and Keren as a pairing.
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Mundali IV

He came upon her as the first rays of sunlight were dipping beneath the horizon, painting the ocean gold. As it caught her hair, Obi-Wan watched as the fading light cast its normally burnished bronze into a rich, golden shade as well; as it did, he thought that Keren had never looked quite so beautiful as she did when she was looking at the sea.
Long hair, damp and faintly curling, swept down her shoulders to rest against the small of her back. She wore a loose, flowing tunic that fell past her hips, and her legs were bare while pale sand dusted her ankles and feet and her hands rested at her sides. From where he was walking, he could see the edge of her profile – also gilded – and he took a moment of delight in the curves of her cheek, her chin, her lips...
Before her, the waves rushed up to the shore as if the ocean itself just wanted to be near her, too. When she turned his way and smiled, his breath got caught in his chest because she was like liquid gold, like honey, like the sun itself, and just seeing her smile made his steps quicken so that he could be that much closer to her. As he'd been from the first moment he saw her, Obi-Wan was drawn to this woman like no other in his life. She pulled him like the tide to a moon, and he was happy and thankful at once to be pulled.
“I heard you were out here,” he said as he approached, his bare feet leaving indents in the sand, itself fine and sugar-soft between his toes. “I'm sorry I haven't had a spare moment for you since we arrived,” he added as he came to stand at her side, beside the canvas bag that she'd apparently brought with her. “Who knew that reorganizing the entire Jedi Order would take so much time?”
She chuckled at his joke, then reached for his fingers, twining them in her own. “It's so beautiful,” she said after a moment, nodding to the horizon. “I've never seen anything like it.”
This caught him by surprise. “You've never seen an ocean?”
“I know that we have them on Chandrila,” she replied, squeezing his hand. “But I grew up in a city that was very much land-locked, then I went to university, then got my job on the orbital station...I just...never got the chance. When you said you'd be busy all day, I thought I'd take the time to visit.”
At this, she glanced his way and he found himself growing a little lost in the unique, green-brown shade of her eyes, the one that always left him wondering just what she was thinking. Of course he could have reached to her through the Force to get an idea, but it wasn't the same as hearing her speak her thoughts aloud.
In her fashion, she knew. “Even so, I missed you,” she admitted, turning to him fully so that he could see that she was nude beneath her tunic; her nipples dark and full beneath the pale fabric. The tenor of her voice dropped, just a bit. “So much.”
Obi-Wan wanted to tell her the same, because it was true, but when she was facing him in this fashion most of his carefully constructed control fell away, and it was all he could do not to strip her bare and take her, right there on the empty beach. As it was, the sight of her beading nipples coupled with that look in her eyes made him swell with desire for her, so he cleared his throat and stepped closer.
Now they were only a handspan apart. Keren tilted her chin up to him and gave him the barest of smiles. When she spoke, her voice was just a little hopeful, just a little more teasing. “Didn't you miss me?”
“Every moment,” he managed to say, then he reached for her cheek and pulled her face to his. She tasted like the ocean, her body moved to his like a wave reaching for the shore, and he couldn't suppress a groan when he felt her nipples graze his chest as he pulled her closer and closer. It hadn't been more than a day or so since they'd been together, but the times between when he was with her were always too long, and he started to feel a little parched if he didn't kiss her enough.
Beneath his mouth she let out a noise of pleasure, then her hands slid down his back towards his ass, which she had never made a secret of being fond of; she pulled him even closer as they kissed to the susurrus of the waves. Always, it felt like he couldn't be close enough to her, and when they broke apart, gasping for air as if they'd been swimming, it was an effort to tear his eyes from hers even long enough to search around them for a suitable place to ravish her.
“We have a bed back at the homestead,” she said in a wry voice.
There. A sand-dune sloped gently away from the ocean, providing a measure of cover from any would be passers-by, though Obi-Wan knew that this stretch of beach would remain undisturbed. He looked back at her, then flicked his eyes to the bag she'd brought. “I can't wait that long. What do you have in the way of blankets?”

Keren smiled because his eyes were burning with blue fire despite the mild tone of his voice, and – close to him as she was – she could feel that he was growing harder and harder beneath his light linen tunic and pants. It had been very warm earlier, but now, as evening was approaching, the worst of the heat had faded, leaving only a slight, cool breeze in its wake; when it slipped through her still-damp tunic, the cool air made her skin prickle and her nipples harden further still. She felt her smile widen when his gaze dropped to her breasts again.

“I've a blanket,” she said as she tilted her face to him. The setting sun was behind her; it caught his eyes and added a golden edge to the rich blue tone, and she was lost to the color for a moment “I thought that I'd try to sunbathe, but I was too busy swimming.”
“Mmm...” He kissed her lips again, briefly, then nuzzled at her neck and jaw. “I can tell. You taste like the sea.”
An involuntary giggle escaped her as his beard tickled her skin, and she reached up to weave her fingers through his sandy hair. “Focus, Master Kenobi,” she chided as his kisses dropped to her collarbone. “What were you thinking just now? I saw how you looked at that sand dune.”
At this, he pulled back and regarded her, the glint of arousal in his eyes strong enough to make her throat catch. As it was, she could feel her body responding to him with eagerness, so she bent to collect her bag, then turned to him again. He slid his hand to the small of her back, as if escorting her to dinner, and guided her towards the sloping sand-dunes nearby, their bare feet sinking into the sand as they walked.
His fingertips on her body were light, but the promise behind them, the pure intention, made her a little dizzy with longing, and she marveled at how this man could elicit such a response from her with only the barest of touches.
The dunes were sugar-soft, rising like downy pillows above the blanket of sand that was being infinitely caressed by the waves. Keren set the canvas bag down and pulled out the blanket she'd brought along on which to sunbathe; as one, she and Obi-Wan lifted the blanket and settled it gently atop the sand.
Soon they were both seated on the blanket, their knees bent and their feet on the sand as they faced the direction of the sunset. While her desire had not faded, it had receded like a withdrawing tide for just a moment, and right now she realized that she wanted to look at the sea.
Before it reached the shore, frothing and spiraling eddies of water into the sand, it stretched out before her feet like rippling, molten gold, made so by the sun that dipped further towards the horizon with each moment. Above the sea, blue sky was merging into saffron and pink with notes of indigo darkening at the zenith of the dome, and if she squinted she could make out the very first evening stars.
It was one of the most beautiful sights that she'd ever seen, and she was filled with love and gratitude that she could share it with the man beside her.
As she looked, Keren extended her hands behind her but leaned her head against Obi-Wan's shoulder, sighing when he reached up to smooth back her still-damp hair and trace his fingertips along her collarbone. “It's so...” She sighed again, the words “beautiful” and “magnificent” fading on her lips because they were less-than-adequate for this moment. Instead, she tilted her head up and looked into his eyes. “It's perfect,” she managed, giving him a smile.
“I can't imagine anything better, Lys,” he replied, her nickname barely a whisper on his breath as he reached his other hand up to cup her jaw and gently pull her into a kiss.
Somewhere at the edges of her attention she was aware of the whisper of the ocean as it slid to the shore, but the moment his lips caught hers she became his and his alone. Beneath his mouth, she inhaled once, sharply, because kissing him always sent a wave of ardor through her body, a feeling that gathered in her fingertips and crested towards her core, filling her with heat and longing and desire. Beneath his mouth, she made a noise of pleasure, whispering his name when they parted for air.
A slow, delighted smile crossed face and his eyes were again cast in flame-wreathed blue by the light of the setting sun. “Perhaps I can imagine one thing better,” he said, his hand still on her shoulder while the other dropped from her jaw and skimmed the outside of her tunic. When his fingers brushed over he nipple, the sensation of fabric – still slightly damp – against her skin made her eyes flutter closed, and she heard the smile in his voice when he spoke again. “What do you think?”
Her reply was no more coherent than a murmur because his touch was her undoing. She arched her back, pressing herself further into his hand and tilting her head back a little even as her hands continued to support her weight behind her. In response, Obi-Wan strengthened his touch along her nipple, adding a quick, firm pinch that made her gasp, then she felt his body shift. A pause, then there was a beat of air against her body when he repositioned himself, bending his knees and bracing himself above her hips, his folded legs resting on either side of her.
When her eyes opened, all she could see was Obi-Wan, his auburn hair backlit by the setting sun and his smile gleaming in the coming twilight. “This shirt is damp,” he said in a faintly chiding voice as he worked his hands beneath the edges of her tunic. “Here, let me get it out of the way for you.”
“So thoughtful,” she managed to say as he pulled her free of the tunic and cast it to the side.
Now she was completely nude beneath him, while he'd somehow stripped off his shirt, leaving him now clad only in a pair of linen trousers that revealed how eager he was for her; the hard swell of his length strained for her through the thin fabric, and she lifted her hips, grinding them against him just to feel his hardness.
“Lys...” This time, her nickname was more of a groan, and he reached down to kiss her again, cupping her head with one hand while grazing her right nipple with the other. Perhaps if she were less distracted she would have wondered at his ability to balance like this, poised above her so carefully, but all of her attention was now on his hands and his mouth, and on the sinewy plans of his chest that were only a few tantalizing inches away.
And then she felt herself being pushed backward so that she was now resting atop the blanket, made soft and pliable by the sand beneath it. Arms supporting his weight, his body was still hovering above her own, his legs and hips holding her in place as his mouth left hers and began to work its way down to her nipples. Where his previous touches had been gentle, there was an insistent throb to his movements now, as if the mere taste of her skin – salty from the ocean, as he'd said – was driving his need further, harder. His teeth caught her right nipple, not hard, but enough to contrast deliciously with the soft sensation of his lips as they worked around her areola, kissing, sucking.
She gasped again and arched her body up and into his mouth, his name escaping her of its own accord and blending in with the rushing of the nearby sea, and she felt his length stiffen further at the sound. A moment later and he switched to her left nipple, though now he was grinding his hips against hers as well, the movement seeming involuntary, as if he couldn't help it. There was a shift in his weight, and she felt rather than watched his right hand move from supporting his weight to skim down her abdomen, making his way for her center, which was already soaking wet.
Before she could speak – before she could even think – his fingertips sought her inner-lips once, fluttering against her skin, then he slid them inside of her channel and began to rub tiny circles against her clit, all while working her nipples with his mouth.
It was almost too much; she could feel pleasure rushing through her body like a wave, drawing tighter and tighter in on itself before it would come crashing down, and she considered telling him to stop, because she loved when they peaked together, but by the time the thought occurred to her, he pushed deeper and she cried out. Her orgasm swept through her and washed away every thought and half-formed word, and left only the sound of his name on her lips as her body convulsed around his hand.
When the waves of pleasure receded he pulled back, breathing heavily as she was; his eyes on hers were now the dark blue of the twilight that tinted the sky behind his head. “My beautiful Lys,” he murmured as he dropped a kiss on her forehead with excruciating tenderness.
“Obi-Wan,” she managed, still reeling from the heady orgasm that had only served to heighten her desire for this man. “Need you...inside me. Now.”
His chuckle was dry but delighted, and while she continued to catch her breath, he shifted off of her so that he could slide out of his pants. Now that he was fully exposed, she managed to take a moment to appreciate the planes of his body that delighted her so much, but her vision swam again when he leaned down and whispered in her ear. “Your wish...”
The rest of the words were unspoken as he slid himself inside of her, filling her completely and utterly, and for the space of a single heartbeat it was all she could do to look into his eyes and savor the way he was gazing at her. Beyond their joined bodies, the waves rushed to the shore and beyond that...
There was nothing else, anywhere.
When he began to move, she couldn't help the gasp of pleasure that escaped her parted lips; every one of her nerve endings was alight, like she'd been touched by the last rays of the sun, right along with the sea. It was so right, being as close to him as she was. This...this was pleasure and joy and relief and delight all at once, and she felt that even the vast Mundali ocean would not be able to contain her elation at being here, with the man she loved.
She wanted to tell him this, wanted to make him understand the effect he had on her and how much she loved him, but all she could do was whimper his name as he slid himself deep inside of her, again and again.
“Obi-Wan...”
“Lys...”
As he thrust his hips, as he filled her, his arms were bracing himself upright; beneath her back, she felt the sand give way just a bit, and the strength of his movements increased as if to compensate. Inside, she felt the beginnings of another orgasm, building a tight coil within her core, but she held it back because she wanted this moment to last as long as possible. Instead, she gripped his biceps and watched his face, transformed in his pleasure: eyes half-closed, lips parted, his hair falling down across his forehead, more so when she took a moment to run her fingers through the strands.
At her touch, his eyes opened and fell upon her. With each movement of his hips, each time he filled her utterly, his gaze never left hers, and even though she was no Force-sensitive, no preternaturally gifted woman, she could feel his love and affection.
They were both short of breath, but neither one seemed inclined to stop. Keren wrapped her legs around his waist and slid her hands down to his ass, urging him harder, faster, more, and her Jedi obliged, murmuring her name as he did so.
She'd tried to fend off her orgasm, but she knew it was approaching her, and hard. Though her eyes wanted to close in pleasure, she forced them open because she wanted to see him when she reached her peak. His eyes were open, too, and his movements became more fierce and erratic. Her hands were now gripping his waist, holding him closer and closer while the waves crashed beyond them...he filled her, so perfectly, she was sure that nothing in her life had ever felt this good...his eyes were on her and behind his head she could see the darkening sky, the stars, the final rays of sunlight...
They reached their peak together, gasping, and even as her mind went blank with the release she kept her eyes open and fixed on his; he did the same, to hers. His warmth filled her, surrounded her, and she heard his name, cried out in her voice, echoed by her name in his.
For a moment they were quiet, Obi-Wan still bracing himself above her even though she could feel a faint tremor in his muscles beneath her fingertips, then he leaned up and kissed her lips so gently, it was almost just a brush of air. Moments later, he'd slid out of her, but she didn't mourn the emptiness because he taken to lying beside her and they were looking up at the stars appearing in the sky, which was now a deep plum. Resting in the crook of his shoulder as she was, she could smell the salt on his skin and feel the cool, evening breeze that slipped over their bodies while the ocean whispered in the distance.
Another soft kiss against her forehead, and she looked up to see him smiling down at her, blue eyes somehow brighter than the twilight. “I love you,” he said, his eyes crinkling at the edges.
He knew, of course he knew, but she said it anyway. “I love you, too.”

This is dedicated to my lovely Ashley. :)
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