Title: Aggressive Diplomacy
* * * * * Jedi Master Adana sat in a comfortable chair while she kept from the urge to fall asleep. In the room next door seven diplomats from four different systems had been in session for the majority of the day. Protocol droids buzzed in and out, carrying documents and condiments, and catered to the very wishes of said persons behind the heavy oak doors. For seven days she had been with these men and women, assigned as a personal guard. They had traveled from Coruscant to Naboo, from there to Alderaan and back to Coruscant. She was tired and felt the onset of great irritation. There was a point beyond the tall torch lights, on which she concentrated, trying to find her inner balance, that special point within her. ‘Jedi don’t get impatient, don’t show anxiety,’ she thought remembering Obi-Wan’s words he had stressed over and over again when she had been his Padawan.. The same day she had departed on her journey to guard the dignitaries, Obi-Wan, whom she had not seen for the longest time, finally returned to Coruscant to stay with the Jedi Council. There had been no time for even a brief moment together. Certainly they had communicated via holograms. A smile curled her face and made the lines around mouth and eyes soften, giving her a girlish look almost, as she thought about some of the conversations they had. ‘I hope no one listened to any of them.’ A senatorial aide looked at her in surprise noticing the smile. How could anyone find sitting out there amusing? He certainly knew of better places to be right now. But then many of his kind did not have high regards for the Jedi or the Jedi Order. Finally the doors opened, and she rose to her feet, still fighting the urge to go to sleep. She nodded to the leading dignitary, a stocky man of about fifty. “Please accompany us to Chancellor Palpatine’s office. We have finished our reports for him.” “It will be my pleasure, Senator,” Adana replied with a light bow. She had not forgotten her father’s teachings regarding public officials. Taking the lead, she announced their arrival to the Senate guards outside the chancellor’s office. Due to a holiday there were no sessions, and the Chancellor had promised to dedicate some time to the returning diplomats. They were led to the inner office, with its large windows overlooking the city. Palpatine motioned to them to be seated. Adana stood to the side. “Master Adana.” Palpatine regarded her with a smile that seemed welcoming on the outside but had the coldness of a winter day on Hoth. “We are grateful that you have provided a safe journey. Please accept the Senate’s gratitude.” Once again she bowed, trying not to show the feelings of dislike toward the man, the grand leader of the Republic. “I did little more than my duty,” she said pleasantly turning toward the diplomats. Genuine smiles met her gaze. “Chancellor, Senators. If my presence is not needed anymore I would like to take my leave to report to the Jedi Council,” she asked, using the typical jargon appropriate for such occasions. “Please, Master Adana, you are free to go. I hope we will see you at the banquet tonight?” Laid out as a question but more an order. “It will be an honor,” she answered and slowly walked out of the office with one last bow. Once outside she took deep, gasping breaths. Inside the office she had felt like she was going to suffocate. She took an air taxi to the other side and walked swiftly down the halls toward the Jedi Council Chambers. Upon reaching the double doors she knocked and was asked to enter. Adana stopped in the middle of the room as so many times before with her hands inside the sleeves of her robe and a light nod toward Yoda. The other two members present were Obi-Wan Kenobi and Mace Windu. “It is good to see you have returned. What have you to report?” Yoda greeted her and looked at her with his large eyes. She looked up and quickly glanced at Obi-Wan, whose eyebrows were raised, and the left corner of his mouth indicated a smile only she could understand. It left a tingle surging through her body which she quickly suppressed. The last thing she needed was for Master Yoda to pick up the intimacy of it. Turning her attention back to Yoda she gave her report, staring at the tip of his left ear, and fell silent once she had finished. “An opinion, you have, Masters Kenobi and Windu?” Yoda turned to the only members in the chamber. “Master Yoda, you know my opinions regarding politicians. It seems like another smokescreen in the name of diplomacy,” Obi-Wan carefully remarked. “Reluctantly, I have to agree with Master Kenobi,” Mace said. “I agree with you as well. Masters Kenobi and Windu will accompany Master Adana to the banquet. To Palpatine, I will speak,” Yoda said. Adana had trouble holding back a giggle noticing the looks of light shock on the Jedi Masters’ faces. Bidding goodbye to Yoda, she left the Council Chambers. While she walked toward her quarters she felt like kicking something. Instead of finally enjoying time with Obi-Wan, they had to attend one of those dreaded functions. She forcefully opened her door, banging it into the wall, and headed straight to the fresher. She finished her shower, wrapped into a towel, and walked into the bedroom noticing a single white rose on her bed. ‘Dear Obi, I should have known.’ A sparkle appeared in her eyes. She was getting dressed for the upcoming event when she heard the door chime. She walked into the living room and saw Obi-Wan entering the room. She flew into his arms and finally their mouths met for a long, hot kiss. Coming up for air she leaned her head against his chest while Obi-Wan’s hands moved up and down her back, sending shivers down her spine. “I have missed you so much,” she whispered. Obi-Wan cupped her hands kissed her fingers. Adana moaned, and he pulled her face to his. Kissing once again, Obi-Wan held her tight against him, and what she felt made her melt in his embrace. “We keep this up; we won’t make it to the banquet tonight,” Obi-Wan groaned. “I guess we better go. Mace is probably wondering what’s keeping us,” she chuckled. “Come on, let’s go then. The sooner we get there, the sooner we’ll be back.” Obi-Wan looked deeply into Adana’s eyes. She straightened her tunic, put on her robe, and holding hands they took the long way to the senate building. When they arrived, Mace regarded them with piercing eyes. “It is about time you two arrived.” He, like all Jedi, despised most politicians’ display of self-indulgence and falsity. As the evening continued, Obi-Wan and Adana managed to somehow touch each other whenever possible. “You are delicious,” he whispered in her ear on occasion. “I want to eat you.” Goose bumps rippled across her skin, and she felt herself blush for the briefest of moments. On another occasion, while Adana was involved in a conversation with Senator Bail Organa, Obi-Wan stood behind her, seemingly listening, but moaned in a sexy voice, “I love the way your skin feels when I touch you.” She could feel his breath on her neck. For a moment she lost her attention to what Bail was saying and received a surprised look from the Senator, when Obi-Wan continued, “you make me hot just thinking about how it feels to be inside you.” He briefly brushed up against her, as if by accident, and excused himself to the Senator, pretending he had seen someone with whom he needed to speak immediately. Or their hands would touch just so with Obi-Wan’s moving across her butt, making her want to scream. Every time their eyes met he seemed to undress her with his looks. The evening dragged on, but at last Adana stood next to Mace, stifling a yawn for the hundredth time. “Take the side door over there. No one will notice. Go, get Obi-Wan.” Mace knew about the relationship between his friend and Adana, whom he had recruited together with Obi-Wan. One of the rare smiles lit his face. Thankfully she smiled back at him and left to find Obi-Wan. Once she did she took him to the side door, and both left without any trouble. They practically ran down the hallway to reach the elevator as quickly as possible. Obi-Wan noticed a door ajar and pulled Adana inside. “What are you doing?” she wondered. “I can’t wait until we get to your quarters,” he whispered with urgency in his voice, his eyes gleaming in the dark. “But...” She got no further. Obi-Wan took her and lifted her atop a large desk. Spreading her legs, he wrapped his arms around her and pressed his mouth on hers for a hard, long kiss. She felt his tongue invading her mouth, thrusting hard, searching for hers to answer his. She could hardly breathe. Never before had she seen this side of him. His body seemed to burn with desire; his eyes were on fire. Adana weaved her hands through his hair, finally pulling his mouth away from hers. Her lips tingled, and she could feel herself tremble. “I want you here and now,” he said with a low voice, his hot breath on her neck. “The door...” was all she could mutter. “Fuck the door,” he growled and continued kissing and caressing her neck with little bites. Adana used the Force to lock the door while little shrieks escaped her mouth. His hands moved beneath her tunic and cupped her breasts, pushing her bra up at the same time. He turned and tweezed her hardened nipples with his callused forefinger and thumb, which made her moan, arching her body toward his. Goose bumps covered every inch of her body. Obi-Wan’s mouth moved down her neck, placing kisses and licks at a torturously slow pace. “Force,” he groaned. “How I missed the smell of your skin.” Adana’s hands found his belt. With eager hands she unbuckled it and pulled the tunic over Obi-Wan’s head. She moved her hands across his chest, feeling the many fine hairs. Obi-Wan straightened for a moment, and she took one of his nipples in her mouth, moving her tongue in a fast circular motion. He groaned loudly. Obi-Wan tore off Adana’s robe and tunic, sending both flying across the room. He paused and gazed at her exposed breasts. He then plunged his head into the large mounds, licking first the right and then the left. Adana leaned back on the desk, pushing whatever occupied the top aside. Several items fell to the floor with a loud clank. Headlights from the traffic outside moved over the two bodies, throwing ghost-like shadows on the walls. Adana waved a hand and shades closed, shutting out any onlookers. She pulled Obi-Wan’s head to hers, and they joined mouths in a passionate kiss while his hands seemed to be everywhere at once. He slowly moved his tongue across her chest, across both of her breasts, down her stomach, until he reached the band of her pants. While ripping the pants off, he pulled her closer to the edge of the desk. “Take off your pants,” Adana urged, her nimble fingers undoing his belt. She looked at Obi-Wan admiring his manhood. Never would she tire seeing this display of manliness. There was no holding back now. Adana wrapped her legs around Obi-Wan’s back and slung her arms around his strong neck. Every hair on his body seemed to bristle. Obi-Wan drew her tighter to him, grabbing her arse with both hands. Both were breathing hard. When he finally entered her, she gasped as if it were the first time. His thrusts were hard and short, pushing deeper and deeper. A knock on the door made both of them freeze. “What the f…” Obi Wan grunted. “Senator Shu Mai, is everything alright?” came the muffled question. “I… I am fine,” Adana answered while she tried to make her voice sound normal. “Do you need assistance with anything?” Whoever was on the other side was not easily convinced. “Assistance with what?” Obi-Wan started to become aggravated. He was not going to waste anymore time and began to move slowly inside Adana. “No… no… eh, it’s okay. I just dropped some items on the floor while looking for something.” She had trouble holding back moans while trying to prevent the person outside from entering the office. “Sorry to disturb you.” They could hear him shuffle away. “It’s about bloody time,” Obi-Wan said under his breath and picked up the pace again. Relieved Adana closed her eyes and lost herself in the moment. Soon she found herself thrusting against him as well. Their breathing was labored, and soon Obi-Wan had her shrieking. Their bodies slammed against one another, and Adana felt herself coming fast and hard, feeling as if she was going to faint. Obi-Wan could feel the spasms of her inner walls and climaxed shortly after, groaning loudly. Both collapsed on the desk, sweaty and trying to catch their breath. Obi-Wan stroked her hair which surrounded her face like gold. She closed her eyes. Suddenly she started to giggle madly. “We better get out of here, before he comes back,” she said, using the Force to gather her clothes. “If you think I am done with you, you have another thing coming,” Obi said with a mischievous grin. “Then let’s not waste any time,” she said with a wide grin. Looking slightly disheveled, they emerged from the room and ran to the elevator, which took them to their speeder and back to her apartment. Once inside Obi-Wan lifted her up and carried her into the bedroom where they made love all night. The End
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