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Rainstorm	By : laloga13 Category: Star Wars (All) > Het - Male/Female Views: 3675 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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This was written for the lovely and talented Ashley, for her birthday. It features her OCs, Aala and Miracle Naberrie, and takes place in her Miracle AU story setting, which you can read about on her homepage. (Ashley graciously allowed me use of Aala for this fic.) Kalinda and Stonewall are my OCs, and Mundali is an original planet that I created.
Please read and enjoy!

Rainstorm

This is how it begins.
They are on Mundali to relax, to catch up with dear friends and allow their daughter to spend some time around other Force-sensitive children, but only two of those things happen. Miracle and Milo instantly take to one another, as Aala should have expected they would, but she cannot quite bring herself to leave her daughter alone, even though she knows that Mir would be completely fine were she to do so. Obi-Wan senses and understands his wife's feelings, while he also cannot stop himself from looking over his shoulder, as if to try an and anticipate that some disaster will have followed them to the shielded, Outer-Rim world, and the peace here will be destroyed.
It has been too long since they have been able to take the time to simply delight in one another. Their friends realize this, and so comes the picnic that is Stonewall's idea and Kali's suggestion: a short trip to one of the myriad fresh-water springs in the area, just Obi-Wan and Aala, and little Mir can stay behind, with Kali and Stonewall's son and infant daughter, and the children's many clone uncles.
Obi-Wan and Aala are grateful for the sentiment of their friends, but they are reluctant to leave Mir, even in such caring, capable hands. They have no wish to offend, but-
No, Kali says, grinning. No offense taken, but this isn't an option, They're going on a picnic. Also smiling, Stonewall hands them a basket of prepared food and tells them the best way to reach one of the more secluded springs. Neither the clone nor his Jedi wife will take no for an answer, so Obi-Wan and Aala exchange wry looks, along with the understanding that they are...going on a picnic. Little Mira is kissed goodbye, and with a few lingering glances, Obi-Wan hefts the basket and they proceed into the jungle.
They are not quite out of earshot when they hear Kali's voice, brightly telling them to mind the weather, as there are often sudden rainshowers this time of year.

Aala couldn't withhold her exhale of admiration as she and Obi-Wan came upon the spring. Force, it was beautiful. Water so blue it nearly hurt her eyes, surrounded by thick, verdant growth and a small, sandy beach; there were also huge chunks of pockmarked limestone scattered around the edges of the spring, creating caves and small plateaus that Kali had said – with a knowing look – were perfect for relaxing.
“Okay,” Aala said, glancing at her husband as he set down the picnic basket. “I concede: this place is lovely.”
“It really is.” He gave her a smile and shaded his eyes from the sunlight that managed to filter in through the pervasive canopy, sweeping his gaze across the expanse of blue, blue water. “I think I'm glad we went along with their suggestion.”
Aala chuckled. “Does it count as a suggestion if they were practically shoving us out the door?”
Smiling, he looked back at her; she took a moment to admire the fit of his tunic and pants, loose enough to be comfortable, but when the breeze hit him just right, she caught a glimpse of his muscular form. In his way he seemed to know her thoughts, for his eyes gleamed with familiar desire, and though his steps were light as he approached her, she caught the deliberate sway of his hips, as if his body was already anticipating. Her own body responded with a thrill of longing, though they only stood in silence for a few more moments, looking at the spring.
Finally he indicated the basket. “Are you hungry? The trek out here was a bit longer than I thought it would be. It's nearly lunchtime.”
Aala looked up, studying the slivers of blue sky that she could make out through the trees. She was already happy that they'd come here; her anxiety over leaving her daughter was fading, and she realized how very grateful she was to be here, on this paradise-world, with the man she loved. More than anything, right now, she wanted them both to enjoy the moment.
This realization prompted her to offer him a teasing smile.“How about a swim, first?”
“Not hungry?”
Her smile widened, but she said nothing. Instead, she cast one more look around – Kali had been most insistent that no one else would venture out here, but she wanted to make sure – then she pulled her tunic over her head, shimmied out of her pants and underthings, and blew him a kiss right before she stepped across the beach and into the spring.
The water was perfect. It surrounded her with a pleasant coolness that was welcome after the hot and humid journey through Mundali's jungle, and she delighted in the way it slid over her skin and through her hair. She took a breath and dunked her head beneath the water, completely submerging herself in the stillness of the spring; when she popped up and looked towards the shore to beckon him along, Obi-Wan was not there.
Blinking, Aala stood in the chest-high water and searched for him, but she didn't-
Strong hands slipped under her legs and behind her back, and she was lifted bodily into the air, shrieking with surprise and delight as her husband – him and his sneaky Force-abilities! – scooped her up with hardly a thought, and gave her a searing kiss on her mouth. It was firm, intense, but quick, and when they pulled apart she was a little breathless as she gaped at him.
Naked as she was, glistening with droplets of spring-water, Obi-Wan grinned at her. “Hold your breath, love.”
She only just managed to take a gulp of air before he submerged them again, his grip on her firm and completely steadfast. Coolness surrounded her again, almost. The warmth of his body was a delicious counterpoint, and she found herself pressing her body closer to his in an effort to savor the feeling.
She could feel them moving through the water, deeper and deeper; the pressure in her ears changed a little, but didn't open her eyes. She trusted him completely. Besides, all she wanted was to feel him, here and now.

Obi-Wan had no idea what had brought about this sudden bout of playfulness, but he decided to seize the moment, and in doing so, seized his wife.
His wife.
Sometimes it still amazed him, the shape his life had taken, and it was moments like these, when he was able to shake off the darker things that plagued him, that he was stunned and humbled that the Force had led him to a moment, a time, a place, like this. Like Mundali. Like Aala and his beautiful little Miracle.
He was grateful beyond measure that he was able to share his life with them.
The spring was very deep, but he was an accomplished swimmer and the Force propelled himself and Aala through the water rapidly. It was only a matter of seconds, really, but he wanted...stillness. Wanted to simply exist with her, even for one moment; perhaps it was some deep, primal urge to just be with her and her alone, with nothing else, not even the rest of the world.
Aala's hair streamed behind her, shafts of gold that caught the sun's light and gave her an ethereal, beautiful look, though he had to smile at the way her eyes and mouth were squeezed shut. Just for a moment, love, he thought, memorizing how she looked, right now. His Aala. His wife.
Nothing had ever been so right.
A gentle nudge of the Force lifted them to the surface of the water, and they each instinctively took a deep breath event though they'd only been submerged a few seconds. Aala's eyes, bluer than any spring or sky, opened and she gave him a playful shove, even though he still held her quite firmly against his chest as they reached the shallower edge of the spring once more.
“A little more warning next time, Kenobi.” There was that edge to her words that he recognized well; she was delighted but trying to tease him with mock-sternness. Indeed, even as she said the words she pressed herself a little closer to him, and his arms tightened around the woman he loved as he stepped to the shore.
“Of course, darling,” he replied, sweeping his eyes across her body, which was trembling just a little, and he noted how the faint chill of the water had caused her skin to prickle in an enticing fashion. His own body responded but he schooled himself to patience, wanting to savor every moment of the experience.
They reached the sandy spot where their clothes had been discarded, and spent a few moments drying off so they could eat without being dripping wet. Obi-Wan replaced his pants while Aala threw on his tunic, letting her own clothes remain untouched, and once she was ready he picked up the basket and glanced around.
“That looks like a nice spot,” he said, indicating a smooth section of limestone at the water's edge.
She agreed, and within a few minutes they'd carefully picked their way across the stones and were seated comfortably on the smooth surface; as he divvied up the meal, he watched her out of the corner of his eye.
Already, she looked more at ease than he'd seen her in some time; her head was tilted up and fixed on some distant point of the trees, and her feet were idly sloshing in the water below. Of course, she was nude beneath his shirt, and she hadn't completely dried off, so the fabric was clinging to the swells of her breasts and the smooth skin of her upper thighs was dotted with drops of springwater that dripped from her hair.
Peace radiated from her, and he allowed it to soak through himself as well, savoring the feeling through the Force.
“Need any help?” Her voice broke him out of his reverie but he did not start.
Instead, he gave her his most charming smile, the kind that made her cheeks pink, and offered her the container of namana-cream pie. Aala accepted it, but did not eat right away, instead giving him an amused look. “Dessert before the meal?”
“I'm feeling rebellious,” he said with a grin as he handed her one of the provided forks.

Aala thought the pie was delicious, as was the rest of the food. None of it was terribly heavy but it was filling, and once they'd finished, Obi-Wan spread out one of the towels they'd brought upon the smooth limestone, and they lay beside one another, sinking into that wonderful, dreamy place that arrives when one has eaten a lovely meal and has nothing better to do than digest it.
Her eyes were closed and her body was pressed to Obi-Wan, her head resting in the crook of his shoulder as he caressed her hip. She could feel his heart beating slightly faster than normal, which she attributed to the fact that she was stroking the firm, muscled planes of his chest, and that her hand was occasionally dipping lower, along the ridges of his abdomen.
All around them she could hear the sounds of Mundali, but the one she savored the most was the wind in the trees...it was so peaceful and soothing, and for a moment she felt like it was just the two of them on the whole planet. His hips shifted and she sighed, inhaling the scent of cool water, distant rain, and green, growing things. She thought she could touch him forever and it would still not be enough, but for now she was exactly where she wanted to be.
“Aala...?”
The husky tone of his voice should not have caught her off-guard, but her thoughts had been elsewhere for the moment, so she tilted her head and looked into his eyes, noting the gleam of arousal that was so evident within them. “Yes?”
Her hand still caressed his waist, barely brushing lower, towards the dusting of cinnamon-colored hair below his navel. She watched, amused and delighted, as his pupils darkened to a stormier blue – like the sky above had started to do – and he said her name again, this time shifting so that their lips were brushing. His breath was hot and it feathered against her mouth for a few moments before she closed the gap, sealing the kiss.
Obi-Wan's hand tightened around her body as if he wanted only to draw her closer, and the kiss deepened, shuttering out every extraneous thought from her mind. Nothing else existed but her husband's mouth on hers, his tongue deftly exploring her mouth, his arms embracing her like she, too, was the only thing that was real.
It was difficult to catch her breath as the tide of her desire rose, filling her with a longing to feel him inside of her, to feel him all at once, everywhere. At last they parted and she noted that his breath was short, too, but when he spoke, all she heard was thunder.

This is how it grows.
Before they can move, the sky opens up and pours the rain over them, soaking them both within a few heartbeats and for a moment all they can do is sit up and stare at each other as the surprise of it rivets them in place. When it sluices over their already heated skin the rain is not cold, nor is it warm; it is invigorating. Another swell of thunder rolls across the sky and that is the sound that breaks them out of their trance.
Obi-Wan shades his eyes with his hand, searching around the area for anywhere they could take shelter, debating about whether or not to try and collect the picnic basket and hoping that there will be no lightning...
Then he looks at his wife and sees that her eyes are closed and her face is tilted up to the sky, letting the rain pour down upon her body. She is savoring the storm and again his heart swells with love, so he makes a decision and reaches for her.
Aala is engrossed with the rain; there is no more thunder other than that first ripple and she thinks this is just a rainshower, and that it will be brief. A part of her instinctively wants to find cover but a larger part of her just wants to enjoy it, so she does. The rainwater is cool and pleasant on her skin, much like the water of the spring, and the sounds of it pattering though the forest is a sweet music that she has heard before, but not like this.
A strong, warm hand cups her cheek and she leans into the kiss with delight. Obi-Wan's tongue sweeps through her mouth and she's warmed from the inside out as he pulls her closer, as if he just cannot be close enough. She makes a noise of pleasure that he hears through the rain, and her hands grip his muscular shoulders, urging him onward, forward, closer yet. His other hand wraps around her waist and holds her so close; his touch burns pleasantly, a counterpoint to the rain's cool, fervent kisses.
They have loved each other so long that no words are needed, no signal is exchanged. Their bodies lean back down on the soaking towels that keep the edge of hardness off of the limestone, and they kiss, again and again.
Rain-slick skin warms with each passing moment, as if a flame is being stoked from within each of the lovers, such that Aala wonders if they will literally begin to steam. Obi-Wan is gripped with a desire to strip her of the shirt she's wearing – his shirt – so he does, delighting in the stiff peaks of her nipples as the water continues to dapple her body. He tries to follow the rain's path and cover her skin with kisses, tasting her warmth and the smooth texture of Aala that blends so perfectly with the rain.
Aala's back arches when his supple mouth finds her right nipple; her mouth opens and she tastes rainwater, and her heart begins to beat faster and faster beneath her chest, echoing the rain's cadence on their bodies. Her hands grip her husband's strong shoulders; she can feel his body moving against hers, feel his hardness pressing against her thigh, and desire fills her, covers her like the rain. She wants him, all of him, now and always.
His tongue glides across her nipple, darting, teasing, tasting, and just when she can stand it no more he takes the beaded tip fully in his mouth and she gasps as her skin is surrounded with heat. His free hand toys with her other nipple, pinching with enough strength to send a thrill of sensation throughout her entire body, and again she gasps, adding his name for good measure.
Obi-Wan wants. He wants to taste her, every delicious, soaking inch of her, and he wants to hear her say his name again so breathlessly, so impassioned, nearly a plea. It is and has always been his undoing, his Aala's voice, and he knows it will always be this way. So he plies her with his mouth and his fingers, savoring the feel of her prickling skin beneath his, and the rain-soaked taste of her body. She whimpers again, writhing her hips against his and saying his name, Obi-Wan! He groans against her nipple and looks up, into her beautiful face that is flushed with heat and dotted with the still-falling rain.
“Yes, love?” He cannot help but tease her, even though he can hear his own voice is breathless.
Her blue eyes flash with merriment and longing, and she shifts her hips again, a silent plea for more because – he thinks – she is not able to speak so well at the moment.
Obi-Wan smiles and holds her eyes as he drops another kiss on her nipple; her hair is plastered to her cheeks and darker with rain, but the sight of her disheveled appearance only incites him further, and he wants to see her come undone, completely, beneath him. In every way.
When he begins to leave a trail of kisses down her abdomen, towards her center, it is all Aala can do to keep breathing normally. His muscular body is slick with rainwater; she can see that he is erect and ready for her, but she knows this man well, and knows that he will tease her within an inch of her life before he brings her to climax. She is in his hands – his capable, commanding hands – utterly, and right now there is nothing she wants quite as much.
The rain continues to fall across her, and as she feels the hot kiss of his breath at her core, her head falls back, her lips part, and she can taste rain. Strong hands alight upon her upper thighs, ghosting along her skin more gently than the pattering rain, and she gasps again when his thumbs brush along her slit, exploring her outer edges without entering her as she needs. Aala hears her voice, begging him, pleading with him, but all of her focus is on his touch.
Beneath his hands, Aala groans again and bucks her hips, pleading for more, but Obi-Wan is methodical and precise, and knows exactly how best to touch her. A long, slow stroke along her slit, followed by another and another, cause her to gasp once more, and he delights in the way her hands are grasping at the towels she's lying upon, because it means she is losing control.
Another stroke, this time delving just a little bit deeper, and she whimpers his name. Another, and she is begging him again; he does not normally feel pride, but he is proud of the fact that he can give her this pleasure, provide her with something she wants, something so intimate and sacred.
He strokes her again, his fingers dancing along her inner lips, and she cries out. He can feel his own arousal, stronger with each passing moment, stronger with each impassioned noise from the woman he loves, and he has to take a breath to set aside his own desire to plunge into her body right now. There will be time, later. Obi-Wan slips his index and second finger deeper inside of her and seeks out the heated, slick pearl that he knows will bring about her pleasure, and Aala groans again.
When his fingers brush against her clit, it is all she can do to breathe; Aala is long past any sort of coherent speech, but is also long, long past caring. All she wants is him, here and now, and the maddeningly slow pace he has set has long since eroded the pragmatic part of her mind. Distantly, she hears the rain falling through the jungle, but it is only a background noise, only a few, latent notes of the symphony that he is building within her body.
Agile fingers rub tight circles against her and she cannot help but spread her legs farther, hoping to allow him access even as she wants nothing more than for him to angle his body above hers and slide himself inside of her. She hears herself cry his name, hears his calm, self-assured voice reply, but she has no idea what he is saying.
To be honest, she doesn't care.
Suddenly, the press of his fingers lifts and she is bereft of the sensation, left only with the pattering rain that grows cooler with each passing moment, because her skin is on fire. But before she can really wonder, she feels his warm breath on her center, the tickle of his beard on her skin, and she groans, her head falling back once more.
To Obi-Wan, there is nothing sweeter than the taste of his Aala. Sweet spice, warm honey...he has no way to name her taste, no way to quantify it in his mind other than her. All he can do is savor it, so he does.
He can tell she is getting close, but he knows her body better than his own, and while some part of his brain hopes for them to climax together, he wants to lead her to that precipice first, get her as close to the edge as he can, so they can fall together. Nothing is as good as when he climaxes with her. Nothing.
As with his fingers, he begins with long, slow laps of his tongue, delighting in her taste, in the writhing motions of her hips that tell him his efforts are being met with appreciation, and in the sound of her voice, yes, Obi-Wan.
Aala is reeling with pleasure. All thoughts have fled from her mind; she is awash in utter sensation as his lips and tongue move across her slit. He has said he loves how she tastes, and it is never so apparent as moments like these, when it seems he cannot get his fill of her. Obi-Wan's tongue delves deeper, seeking out her clit, and when he finds it she cannot help but cry out as the pleasure arcs through her entire body. The brush of his beard along her skin is a delicious counterpoint to the pliable softness of his mouth and tongue, and she doesn't know how much more she can stand, but she never wants this to end.
Obi-Wan savors the taste of her essence flooding across his tongue, but he can tell that she is reaching her peak – not a moment too soon, though, because his own length is throbbing, his body silently begging for her. He lifts his mouth from her soaking center and they exchange a heated look across the length of her body; her pupils are huge and her face is flushed, and he swears they are both so warm the falling rain is steaming off of them.
“Please,” she whispers, shifting her hips. She cannot take it any more. She needs him, all of him, now. “Oh, please.”
Obi-Wan smiles.
Aala can feel her body trembling with anticipation as he raises himself up to her face once more, his shoulders shifting, muscles rippling with his movements as he does so. When they are eye-to-eye again, he kisses her soundly, the taste of herself blending with the rain, and when he speaks, the words fall softly on her lips. “Yes, love.”
Then he enters her.
Full. She is full of him, utterly, and there is nothing better than this, than him. Her body is aching with want and she is beyond ready for this moment; still, she cannot help but cry out at the feeling of being stretched and filled so deeply, and at the realization that again, they are as close as any two people can be. Love pours over her, out of her, and she grips his muscular back, lifting her hips to better take him in as his body shields her from the continuing patter of rainfall.
He cannot keep back a groan of delight at the sensation of being enveloped in her heat and her slickness, of being utterly surrounded by the woman he loves even as her legs reach up to wrap around his hips, pulling him impossibly closer. Relief pours through him at the moment of entry, but it is short-lived, as his body urges him to move, to thrust, to fill her with his essence. She feels so good, and it is all Obi-Wan can do to keep his movements in check in order to draw out her pleasure as long as possible.
Each stroke is precise, each movement coordinated. They are immersed in each other and the shared pleasure, breathless and flushing hot, but completely enthralled by one another. Aala's cries lessen as her body tightens closer and closer towards the relief of release, and Obi-Wan's breath grows shorter as his efforts to keep his thrusts controlled began to slip into pure, visceral instinct.
Her hands grip his skin, pulling him closer, deeper, harder. More.
His hips push his cock inside of her slick, soaking folds, urging him to be closer, deeper, harder. More.
Obi-Wan can feel his release building like a wave inside of him, and in the last moment before it breaks, he reaches out to her through the Force to get a sense of her own pleasure. It overwhelms. Aala's climax shatters her from the inside out, filling them both with the force of it, and in that moment he is lost, too. His own orgasm steals his breath and causes him to cry out her name, and he empties himself inside of her as the rain pours down upon them.
Almost immediately, the rain begins to ebb, fading from a steady downpour to a light drizzle.
When he can focus his eyes again, the first thing Obi-Wan sees is his Aala, lying beneath him, her soaking skin flushed a rosy pink and her lips parted as she struggles to catch her breath, and she looks so beautiful he almost thinks she is a dream.
Then her eyes open and she gives him a delighted smile, and her fingertips brush against his beard. “Good picnic,” she manages, her voice still breathless. “Very good.”
“The food was delicious,” he says with a nod, even as he is still sheathed inside of her. “But it's the company that made it memorable.” Before he slips out, he gives her a final, gentle thrust and grins as her eyelids flutter.
Rather than feel empty when he exits her body, Aala feels closer than ever before to the man she loves, because they lie beside one another for some time, holding each other close as the rain falls so lightly upon them. She strokes her fingers along the muscled planes of his chest; he smooths out the soaking strands of her hair, and they kiss.
Neither wants to leave, but they are each aware of little Mira, and while they know she is perfectly safe, they long to be with her again, so after lingering for a while longer they begin to pack up. When they finally do slip out of the area, they take a moment to survey the spring, which appears to be glowing an even brighter blue than before, as if it, too, has been revived by the rain.
This is how it ends: as they walk down the path, their hands are joined.
But it is not really an ending. It is another journey that they are making, together.

Hope you enjoyed! I've never written a third person omniscient love scene - it was challenging but fun! :)
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