Title: Insomnia
* * * * * The residence hall is quiet tonight. You have this feeling that most of the respectable Padawans are tucked safely in their beds, sleeping soundly after a long day of studying. Still, here you are, sitting on the long couch that now became your nighttime home, listening to the silence of the Temple. You can’t help your sleeplessness, you’ve tried everything. You tried meditation, sleeping trances, medications, even vigorous exercise, all to no avail. Your Master knows nothing of your current state of insomnia, and frankly, you didn’t want to tell him. He would never understand. After all, you were one of very few human females in the Temple. Surrounded by literally hundreds of handsome male Padawans of a plethora of species. Face it, you are horney. So horney, you don’t know what to do with yourself. Not even the most vigorous of self-stimulation had eased this mini-nightmare of hormones. And you couldn’t go to your Master about this, considering what thoughts he conjures up in your mind when it runs amuck on you. So, night after night, you sit on your couch, reading the ancient scrolls, looking for something that could help you in your predicament. You had debated going to see some of the female Masters, but you didn’t know them very well, and you didn’t want to admit this predicament to your closest friends, much less female Masters you didn’t know. Tonight was no different. Except that tonight, you gave up on the scrolls, and just lay here on the couch, letting your mind run rampant. You snuggle under your favorite blanket and stare absently at the ceiling. What was going on in your mind, though, was much more interesting than what covered the Temple ceilings. Images of him danced through your mind. He comes to your saber practice, in order to demonstrate some of the more difficult saber techniques. He’s been to all of your classes the last few weeks, and you’ve been astounded by his strength and agility. You watched as he moved with the grace of the wind, spinning, striking, parrying, thrusting… Oh, you really needed to stop thinking about him thrusting anything! This is not what you need right now. You stare at the ceiling, counting the lines on it, trying to focus on something that wasn’t even remotely sexual in nature.65, 66, 67, 68, 69, Oh, this isn’t helping… You think to yourself. You roll over and grab the holovid controls, and flip on the local governmental news. That almost always could put you to sleep. Replays of the Senate meetings were all that were on at this time of night, and surely that would help. At least you hope it would. You stare at the monitor, watching a Senator from Alderaan argue with a Senator from Kashyyyk. You snicker to yourself as you watch the Alderaanian Senator keep looking at his translator before commenting on what the wookiee was saying. Just as your eyes begin to drift closed, something wakes you up. “Can’t sleep?” a voice asks. You roll your eyes open, and nearly spit out a rude comment when you see the most beautiful pair of green-blue eyes staring down at you. You immediately jerk your head up. It’s him! It’s Obi-Wan Kenobi! You think to yourself. He steps closer. “Can I sit here?” He motions to the far edge of the couch. You had most of the couch taken up with your legs and blanket, and you immediately shift positions so that your legs hang off the edge of the couch, and you now are somewhat sitting up. “These Senatorial meetings will put nearly anyone asleep in moments,” he says, as he seats himself on the far end of the couch. “I almost was asleep,” you mutter. “Oh, I am sorry to wake you, then,” Obi-Wan answers, shifting as though he was going to move. “It’s alright,” you mutter. “Do you know any good sleeping remedies?” “A few,” he muses, smiling slightly. “Been having difficulty sleeping?” You smile, because you just don’t know what else to do. You wonder how terrible you probably look sitting there in your sleeping shift, wrapped in a hand-woven quilt you found at a market a few years ago. You couldn’t even guess when the last time was that you actually cleaned the quilt. It probably smelt horrid. “A little,” you reply, pulling the blanket near your face, sniffing it to see if it reeked or not. Your roommate is convinced the blanket should burn in the incinerators. You exhale a breath when you realize it didn’t smell as you thought it did. “Have you tried counting?” Obi-Wan asks you. “Doesn’t help,” you mutter, not daring to look at this beautiful man sitting next to you. You bite the inside of your cheek in hopes to suppress the desires that are already creeping in from your subconscious. “Um, have you tried some warm tea?” He asked, staring at the holovid. “No good,” you reply. “Are you having nightmares?” he asks, turning to look at you. “No!” “Are you sure? Nothing else keeps me from sleep than nightmares.” “This isn’t something I feel appropriate talking to you about,” you stammer, trying to end the conversation. The last thing you want to do is tell this beautiful Padawan that he’s the object of your desire, and all you want to do is throw him down and… Oh, you have to stop thinking like that! “You are in the saber class I assist in, aren’t you?” He asks, changing the subject. “Yes, I am,” you mutter softly. “If I remember correctly, you are one of the better ones in the class.” “Thank you, Padawan,” you almost whisper. “Obi, you can call me Obi,” he replies, scooting just a tad bit closer to you on the couch. “Obi,” you say, almost automatically. “Yes?” “Oh, I was just… Um, I mean… Oh, I just don’t know.” You reply, smiling at him bashfully. You never intend to be coy and flirty with a man when before you meet him, but when you’re put in a situation with one, the first thing you know, you’re flirty and coy. It’s a part of yourself that you hate. “What is wrong?” He asks, breaking you from your thoughts. “Hmmm?” You look at him. Those beautiful eyes stare intently at you now, seeming to soak you into him. Stop looking at me like that! You think. “You had the most distasteful look on your face. Are you sure you’re alright?” No, I’m not alright, you think to yourself, I’m a horribly, horribly horney Padawan that wants to throw you down on the floor and take you faster than you know what hit you! Your mind screams. I haven’t even kissed anyone in at least a year, and I’m so pent up with sexual frustration, I can’t even sleep at night! Other than that though, I’m perfect. For just a brief moment, Obi-Wan’s eyes widen, and his face blushes. He glances back at the holovid, and you just realized that he probably read those thoughts. Great, just great, you think, now he thinks I’m a psycho Padawan, just perfect! “Uh, I think I’m gonna try to go to bed now,” you mutter, pulling the blanket up to yourself and wrapping it around you like a make-shift robe. “Oh, okay,” Obi-Wan replies, staring at the holovid projection, “you don’t want to keep me company for a while?” For an instant, your face turns bright crimson. “Uh, do you want me to?” “Sure,” he replies. “Okay,” you say, relaxing back on the couch. You keep your blanket bundled up tightly around you, trying to look like you’re not the nymphomaniac that your thoughts are portraying you to be. You sit there next to him for a bit, both of you straining to keep your distance from each other. “Uh,” you start, but he turns to speak at the same moment. “Oh, go ahead,” he says. “No, you.” “No, really, you go ahead,” he says. You let out a sigh. “Now I forgot what I was gonna say,” you mumble. Obi-Wan lets out a soft laugh, and grins at you. “What I was going to say was do you want to go practice sabers or something?” “It’s 02:00 in the morning!” “Best time,” he smiles, “no one’s around to see you fall.” Your competitive edge creeps into your psyche. “Who said I would fall?” “Is that a challenge?” “You’re on, Padawan.” * * * * * An hour and a half later, you’re sweating through your workout clothes, and sparring with the object of your desire. Of course, now the desire is replaced with the burning need to knock this arrogant Padawan on his nicely shaped bottom. Obi-Wan is sweating profusely through his under-tunic himself, as he lunges at you. You counter, holding him back. His face is just a few centimeters away from yours, and you try to push him backwards. He isn’t budging, and he snags your foot with his, sending you falling to the floor. As you begin to tumble, you grab his tunic, pulling him down with you. You both land on the floor, him laying unceremoniously sprawled across you. Resisting the urge to let your hormones take over, you push him up off you, ready to attack again. “You have to concentrate,” Obi says, getting up. “I am concentrating!” You snap back. You jump back up, placing your saber at the ready-stance. “Are you certain you’re ready to keep going?” Obi asks, taking in a few deep breaths. You raise your hand, bending your fingers to wave him back, and hold your saber in the ready stance. He steps up to you, and barely gets his saber in position when you begin. You snap your saber around at him, putting him immediately on the defensive. The two of you stalk one another, when you dive in with a strong thrust to his left side. He blocks it easily, then you attack with an arch to the left, but switch to the right, barely getting a strike into Obi-Wan’s left side. Obi-Wan leaps backwards, then jumps forward, coming at you with a full body lung. You leap backwards, swinging and thrusting, trying to block his onslaught. You come back on the attack, tying up with him, your leg about to snap forward to toss him to the ground when Obi-Wan shoots you backwards with a strong Force-push into the padded wall. You slam into the wall, your saber flying about a meter from you. You pause long enough to realize you’re on the floor. He leaps across the room and lands with his feet on either side of your hips, pinning you into the wall. His saber held in a high arch, ready to bring it down on you. “Give?” he asks, out of breath. You stare at him, and a wry grin spreads across your face. You flash him with images of your desires, and he stumbles backwards just slightly, his face flushing with embarrassment. You grab his leg, and with all the Force energy you can muster, you send him flying into the air, landing flatly on his back, knocking the wind out of him. You leap up, call your saber to your hand and land with one foot on his chest, this time your saber glowing brightly in his face. “Give!” you holler at him. “Never!” He cries out, grabbing your ankle and twisting it, sending you flailing to the floor. He’s on his knees, pinning you down to the floor of the practice room, this time, your hands pinned with his arms, your legs pinned down under his bodyweight. His face is now centimeters from yours, and the look on his sweaty face changes from its strong attack face to something you do not recognize. “That was not a nice thing to do,” He whispers gruffly at you. “I never said I was a nice Padawan,” you reply, struggling to pull your arms free. “You should be,” he says. Before you realize what’s happening, he flattens himself on you, kissing you passionately on the mouth. Shock is not enough of a word to describe the feelings that run through your mind as he kisses you. You just lay there, letting him kiss you, because he’s still pinning you to the floor. Oh, and the kiss! You almost feel yourself orgasm just by that! He pulls away, and you flutter your eyes open, looking at his green-blue gems staring back at you. “You never know what could happen in a saber fight when you do things like that,” he mumbles, beginning to stand up. You realize that he’s leaving the room, but your energy is gone. You close your eyes and you drift off to sleep on the practice room floor. Drift off imagining the kiss from Obi-Wan still lingering on your lips. * * * * * You stand in Master Briiffe’s den, and he’s staring at you like he wants to smack you. Exaustion is taking over your body, and all you want is your bed. Your whole body aches and you feel like you’re about to pass out from your duel with Kenobi last night; your body is covered in bruises and small cuts you can not remember getting. Not that you care where the bruises come from. Your mind still tingles from the kiss. Oh, the kiss! You wonder if he would have done it at all had you not been so terribly horney. And that you didn’t flash him with your desire. Still, now you get to deal with your Master, being found early this morning by two of the Masters lying on the floor of the saber practice room, still asleep, and your saber laying on the floor a meter away from you, still on. Your Master’s anger is not something you take lightly. You know that you will have a long list of things to do to make up for this indiscretion of breaking curfew and dueling without an observer. Still, his voice remains passive and monotone as he lectures you. “You have no idea how much you frightened me this morning,” he says softly. “I’m sorry, Master,” you bow your head, afraid to hear the rest of his onslaught of lecture. No matter how much trouble you are in, he always keeps his voice calm, and that infuriates you more than anything about him. He lets out a deep sigh. “Will you please tell me what is wrong with you? You have been elusive for weeks now, constantly exhausted, and now you are found asleep in the saber practice room, damp with sweat, your saber laying near you, still ignited. Please, Padawan, what is troubling you?” He comes around his desk and creeps closer to you. “I do not wish to discuss it with you, forgive me Master.” “Is there anyone you would be willing to discuss it with? A female Master, perhaps?” “No Master.” “You know that I am your confidence. Are you certain that you do not want to discuss anything?" “No Master, my concerns are my own,” you say. Part of you wants to run out and find Kenobi right now, and kiss him firmly on that grinning face of his. At least his kiss keeps you from thinking about every male around you as a potential sexual mate. For that you are eternally grateful. Now, all you can do is think about him. And the kiss… Don’t go there, you tell yourself. Not now, not while you’re getting your punishment. Think toilets, think pond scum, think womprats, think bantha fodder…you tell yourself. Anything to keep from thinking of him. “You realize that I must punish you for this,” he begins as a knock sounds on his door. He lets out another sigh, and heads for the door. You can hear the voices near the door, but you don’t know what’s being said. You glance slightly over your shoulder and see the gigantic Master Jinn and Padawan Kenobi enter the room. Immediately, you stare at the floor, afraid to look Kenobi in the eye. Toilet, pond scum, toilets, womprats, bantha fodder, toilets… “Padawan,” Master Jinn begins, “you have something you want to say to Master Briiffe?” “Yes,” Obi-Wan says, stepping up next to you. You feel his arm graze yours slightly as he looks up at your master. You inhale sharply as his slight touch sends shivers up and down your spine. Be calm, be calm, be calm, you tell yourself. Toilets, pond scum, womprats, toilets, bantha fodder, pond scum, that icky green stuff that drips off breakfast meat… “Master Briiffe, it was my fault that your Padawan was asleep in the practice chamber.” “How so, Kenobi?” “I challenged her last night to a saber duel. Her bruises and injuries are my fault.” Kenobi kept his vision level with Briiffe’s. “If someone is to be punished for her practicing without an observer, let it be me, it was my fault.” Briffee does not scare Kenobi. Of course, with a Master like Jinn, not many would intimidate you, you think. Don’t look at him, don’t do it! Pond scum, that icky green stuff, toilets… “Why did you leave her in the practice chamber, alone, sprawled on the floor?” “I did not realize that she had fallen asleep, or I would have taken her to her chambers.” “Well, then, Padawan,” Briiffe glances at you, and back to Kenobi. “Did my Padawan tell you what was ailing her? She seems to be suffering of some kind of mental problem that she will not speak of, even to a female Master. Did she perhaps tell you?” Kenobi glances at you, then at your master. Please, don’t say anything, please don’t say anything, please don’t say anything, your mind pleads with him. Don’t look at him! Don’t do it! “No, she said nothing to me, Master Briiffe,” he replied. You almost fall to the floor with relief. In the back of your mind, you exhale a deep breath. You want to kiss him right now, not from your aliment of wanton lust, but out of gratitude. “Padawan,” your master says, pulling you out of your thoughts. "You have to now complete punishment for your code breaking. Since you like the saber practice chamber, you have to clean it, from top to bottom, using nothing but a manual scrub brush.” “When?” “Starting at the end of your classes. Whatever keeps you awake at night will certainly not bother you this evening.” Master Briiffe said, staring at you sternly. “Padawan,” Master Jinn speaks up for the first time. Kenobi snaps his head toward his master. “You must help her clean the room. Since you are responsible for her private duel, it is only fair that you assist her in her punishment.” “Yes, Master,” Kenobi says, his voice as monotone as the rest of the men in the room. “Padawans, dismissed,” your master says, shooing you out of the room. You turn to leave as Kenobi follows you from the room. He stays in step behind you for a few meters before speaking to you. “I’m sorry,” you say, not looking at him. “It’s alright,” he says. “I knew better than to challenge you.” “Because I’m better than you are?” you ask, grinning for the first time today. “Not hardly.” Obi-Wan says, grinning. You reach the turn for your quarters. “I’ll see you tonight,” you say, as you turn. “I’ll see you this afternoon,” he says, walking away. You pause mid stride, wondering what he means. Then it dawns on you—he means during saber practice today. A flush of embarrassment runs through you when you realize you’ll have to go through class wiping the drool off your chin yet again. But this time, you will at least know how he kisses! * * * * * You get through all your classes without much harassment from your fellow students. You are getting ready in the changing room before saber class when your roommate comes up to you. “Is it true you were in here last night playing with Kenobi all night?” she asks, her eyes sparkling. “No,” you reply, fastening your workout suit clasps. You grab your lightsaber belt and fasten it around you. Some energy has returned to you over the course of the day. Of course, the little nap you had in botany class helped too. “The whole Temple thinks you two were sleeping together right here in the saber room!” She says as a crowd of the other female Padawans gather around you. You look at her and roll your eyes. “Sleeping together, eh?” you say, unfastening the top of your tunic. “Does this look like sex to you?” You reveal the bruises and cuts all over your shoulders and back that all of them know comes from saber practice. “My legs aren’t any better,” you say as you refasten your top. “Do you need to see the bruise the size of Yoda’s head on my left thigh?” The other girls start giggling, when a voice calls down into locker room, hurrying all the students up. In a few minutes, you along with the rest of the Padawan females are spread out in the practice room watching Master Gallia and Padawan Kenobi run through a few moves. You try to pay attention to what Kenobi does, but your mind keeps flickering back to what he did before to you. In this very room. His lips were on mine, just over there, on the floor…Oh, there I go again, you think to yourself. Toilets, womprats, pond scum, that icky green stuff, calculus, Yoda’s little hairs sticking out of his head… “Padawan!” You hear shouted at you. You blink and look up to see Kenobi standing before you, sweating slightly, his lightsaber drawn. You glance over his shoulder and see Master Gallia standing behind him. “Come here, Padawan,” she says. You look around and see that the other students stand in ready-mode, waiting for you to get your head back in the room. You pull your saber, and step forward, watching your partner. “Now, Kenobi, don’t injure her.” Gallia says. “Padawans, begin!” You instantly block an attack coming from Kenobi, and jerk to the left, sticking your leg out to trip him. He jumps reflexively off to the right, out of the way. You two stalk around each other, your competitiveness reactivated from the night before. You lung forward, and he blocks. He thrusts himself forward, and you block. You thrust right, but change and head left, and snag him on the right side. He groans and bends to block the area you hit with the saber, as he comes after you, full force. You leap backwards, flipping in mid air, away from him, and landing on the top of one of the piles of padding in the corner. Kenobi flings his saber at you, and you easily Force-push it away, too late to realize what he’s really doing. He leaps up on the pads and swings his leg out as he lands, knocking you off the padding and onto the hard concrete. You blink for just a moment as he lands on top of you, his foot on your chest. “Give,” he cries out. “Not me!” you snap, swinging your leg up and catching him directly in the groin. He doubles over for just an instant, as you leap up and call your saber to your hand. You have it ignited and bring it to bear on him, meeting his saber instantly. You swing right, and he blocks, he swings left, and you block. You banter each other with simple shots and block, when instantly an image pops in your head of Kenobi on top of you, ravenously kissing your bare chest. Your eyes nearly bug out of your head, as you find yourself tumbling to the floor. Kenobi lands on your chest, pinning your hands to the ground. “Give,” he calls out as he knocks your saber from your hand and sends it spinning across the floor. “Cheater,” you whisper. His face gets closer just slightly to yours. “I learn from the best,” he whispers. “Padawans,” you hear, and you snap your head to the side, and realize, the same time Kenobi does, that the entire class stands still, watching the two of you. Kenobi gets up, and holds out his hand to help you up. You take his hand, and on impulse, you yank with all the energy you have, pulling Kenobi down to the floor. You jump around, landing on his chest, pinning his arms down. “I didn’t give,” you say, staring at him. He puts his hand on your chest, pushing you backwards, and you somersault off him, back on the floor behind him. You call your saber back to your hand as you stand, seeing that Kenobi is doing the same. You two charge each other, sabers smacking together, holding each of you just a few centimeters away from each other. The electricity in the sabers flickers and sparks as you glare at him through the two blue-white blades. You jerk backwards, flipping in the air again, landing a few feet away from him, then leap forward, using one of Adi Gallia’s special moves. You somersault on the ground then leap up, bringing your saber up in a firm thrust. Kenobi blocks the move, and leaps to the side. He jerks himself behind you, grabbing you from the back, one hand across your upper body, the other around your arms. “Padawans!” Master Gallia yells at the two of them. You immediately drop your saber and whisper “give, for now Kenobi.” “Get over here, Padawan,” Gallia glares at you. Kenobi releases you and you walk over to the rest of the group. You step back in place in the line, trying to ignore the giggles and glares of your fellow students. “Thank you, Padawan Kenobi for that rather overly unnecessary display of your fighting skills. You may go now,” Gallia said, dismissing him. She turns her gaze back to the class, using your display with Kenobi as an example for lecture. You glance slightly over your shoulder, seeing Kenobi leaving the room. I’ll see you later, Kenobi’s voice fills your head. You repress every single blood vessel in your face to keep from blushing. Toilets, womprats, Yoda’s little hairs… * * * * * The class lets out, and you go back into the changing room to get your things. By the time you get into the room, you realize everyone else is gone. You decide that a shower would be a wonderful thing. You step into the shower, letting the piercingly hot water pummel your body. Each and every inch of your body hurts, and you don’t even want to think about having to clean the practice room right now. Instead, you think about the sparring match with Kenobi. You stand there, shaking your head in the shower. You have no idea how much I liked those images, Kenobi, you think to yourself. What I would give for you to do that to me…Again, your mind berates you for thinking like that. You flip the water to cold and stand in the water stream for what seems like an eternity, then finally shut the water off. Fresh and clean, and not horney, you step out of the shower and quickly dry yourself and fling on your tunic. You go to your storage bin and pick up all your things to take back to your room. You quickly climb the stairs. Popping out of the room, you nearly stumble into Obi-Wan Kenobi. “Oh, I’m sorry,” you mutter, stepping out of his way. “I want to talk to you,” he says, not letting you pass. “I have to take this stuff back to my room, do you want to walk me?” You ask, knowing perfectly well that the rumor mill among the other Padawans will run amuck if they see the two of you walking together. Not to mention how much it won’t help your libido that is already going haywire again. Toilets, icky green stuff, Yoda… “Can I talk to you first?” he asks. “Sure,” you say, sitting your things down on the floor, and plopping down on a stack of protective padding mats. He takes a seat next to you, and scoots himself around to face you. “I wanted to tell you that I’m sorry about before,” he whispers. You stare at him, unsure how to respond. “I shouldn’t have kissed you like that, I’m sorry,” he says softly. “We were both fighting and…” You stop him mid sentence by grabbing him by the neck and pulling him toward you. You kiss him hard and passionately. He pulls you close to him, wrapping his arms around you. You run your fingers through his hair, grabbing his ponytail firmly and holding him to you. He runs his arms up and down your still slightly damp back, holding you as close to him as he can. You pull back away from him and stare into his eyes, still holding the ponytail. “Are you certain you’re sorry?” “Not anymore,” he whispers, putting one hand on the back of your head and pulling you to him again. He kisses you harshly, almost like he needs your life-force. His tongue darts out of his mouth, caressing your lips. You instantly open your mouth, allowing him access, and moaning softly at the touch of his tongue to yours. Suddenly, he pulls away, when the sound of two voices comes into the room. You immediately stand, grabbing your things, and look at the doorway. Master Biiffe and Master Jinn come in the room. In Master Biiffe’s hands is an old metal bucket and in Master Jinn’s hands are two brushes. “There you are,” Biiffe says. He sets the bucket down. “I – uh, we were – about to take my things back to my room so I could get changed,” you say, stammering like an idiot. “Too late, you should have thought of that before.” Biiffe says. “Get started, you two.” He glares at the two of you. “You have three hours.” Master Jinn doesn’t speak, but turns and heads out of the room, with a grin spread wide across his face. Kenobi watches the Masters leave. “I suppose we should get started,” he says, heading over to the bucket. You nod your head, following. As you get to the bucket, you hear the sound of the main door being locked. “Did you hear that?” “I did.” Kenobi replies. “They locked us in here!” “That does not surprise me,” Kenobi says, letting out a deep sigh. * * * * * After two hours of silent work, the two of you have most of the room clean. You continue scrubbing on the floor, not looking at Kenobi. “I’m sorry, Kenobi,” you say for the thousandth time. “It’s okay. I told you, you can call me Obi,” he tells you. “That’s hard to get used to,” you mutter. You scrub and scrub on scuff marks that do not want to be removed from the floor. “Can I ask you a question?” Obi asks. “Sure,” you say, slightly out of breath. “What was it that your Master said was ailing you?” You let out a chuckle before replying. “You haven’t figured it out?” You hear him rinsing his brush, “No, that’s why I asked.” You set your brush down and spin around to look at him. “You really want to know?” “I wouldn’t have asked otherwise,” he says as he looks back at you. You let out a sigh. “You promise not to laugh?” “I promise.” “I’m suffering horribly from an attack of hormones.” You say, womprat, Yoda, toilets… “Huh?” “I’m horney, Obi-Wan Kenobi, I’m so incredibly horney I don’t know what to do with myself. I can’t sleep, I can hardly eat, everywhere I go, I’m constantly in a state of sexual arousal.” You spin around, scrubbing harder than you thought possible on the floor. You try to stop yourself, you don’t want to have to replace the flooring in the room. “Oh!” he exclaims. “So… last night… that wasn’t a tactical thing?” he asks. You hear him scrubbing harder on the floor. “No, it was not tactical, although it did work,” you reply, refusing to look at him. “Toilets, womprats, icky green stuff, Yoda’s hair, bantha fodder,” you recite to yourself in a husky whisper. “What was that?” he asks. “Nothing,” you say, “let’s just finish, okay? We don’t have that much more to go.” You pull the bucket to you with the Force so you don’t have to spin around to look at him, and rinse your brush. Then a thought crosses your mind. “Was yours tactical?” you ask. “Yes,” he replies. You don’t respond as you work even harder to finish scrubbing your half of the room. About thirty minutes later, you have finished your side of the room. Obi-Wan still has a few meters to go on his side. He seems a bit annoyed that you finished before he did, but all the well. You are pretty confused about the whole tactical conversation a bit ago. “I’m going down into the changing room for a quick shower. I smell like pad-mats.” You announce to him as you walk down the stairs into the changing room. You get just inside the door and begin stripping off your sweat-soaked Padawan tunic. You don’t even bother with turning on all the lights, you know your way around here blindfolded. You jump in the shower, on the verge of crying. Part of you wants to go smack Obi-Wan across the face, while the other half of you wants to go throw him down and molest him until he’s delirious. You flip the water on cold, chilling all your hormonal desires. I wonder if I can stay in the cold shower until they come unlock the doors? You think to yourself. After standing under the cold water for a few minutes, you know that’s not a possibility, and you shut off the water and grab your towel. As you dry off, you think you hear something, but you’re not sure what. You reach out with the Force, and feel a presence in the changing room with you. Wrapping your towel around you, you grab your saber from the shelf where the rest of your stuff is, and ignite it. You take a few steps forward, and take a chance, “Kenobi!” you call out, but there’s no response. You step forward a few more steps, rounding the corner to the main walkway in the changing room. Suddenly, you are grabbed from behind and pulled back against the shower wall. Your saber goes flying out of your hand and lands near you on the floor, but this time, it hit the ignition switch and lays dead on the concrete. The whisper of light from the main entrance is the only thing that allows you to see who’s holding you. Obi-Wan’s eyes stare at you in the shadows of the shower. His eyes are hungry, they are the same as they were last night on the floor of the room. This time, though, you recognize the hunger behind them. “What are you…” you’re stopped by lips pressing against yours, hungrily taking your mouth like a prize. He presses so hard against you, you feel like you could faint right there in the shower. But this would be a good faint… He pulls back just for a moment. “You started this,” he whispers, kissing your neck. A moan escapes your lips, “how… did I… start this?” you mumble under his lips furious attack against your damp skin. “You and your ‘tactics,’ that’s how,” he mumbles nibbling at your shoulders. He brings his lips up to yours again, kissing and tasting you, claiming you for his own. You lean your head back into the cool wall, the only relief from the heat pulsating from your body. He moves down your body, kissing and tasting every part of your exposed flesh. Your body screams for him to remove the towel, your only line of defense against his roving mouth. Still, your arms clamp tightly around it, trying not to let him take it off. You let out a low moan, but try to push him away. "My tactics?” You’re still not sure you like this, especially with his tactical comments earlier. He pulls his eyes up level with yours. “Your tactics, showing me what you knew I wanted, tempting me…torturing me…” he says between kisses on your neck. “I had to pay you back!” he replies, sucking on that sensitive skin just behind the ear. You can’t help the grin that spreads across your face as you let out a moan. He just doesn’t get it! Well, I’m not telling him different, you think to yourself. He begins working his way down your neck again, and this time as he reaches your towel, you raise your arms to his shoulders. He takes this cue and slowly untucks the towel, holding it up around your waist with his hips. His hands begin ravaging your chest, caressing your breasts slowly and deliberately with each hand. Moans and whimpers fall out of your mouth as his lips slowly slide down your body to each breast. You feel his lips slowly circling like a predator, waiting to strike. Then he takes your right one, sucking and biting as you cry out, and he slides to the left one, bringing out more cries from you. His lips travel down lower and lower, stopping at the towel line across your hips. In a long, wet lick, he slides back up to your torso, and looks you in the eye. “I think we need to change something here,” he murmurs. He grabs you in his arms and carries you across the changing room over to a tile bench that lines the wall just outside of the shower. The coldness of the tile shocks you as he sets you on it, but the tile soothes the sweat that’s now coming out of your pores. He lays you backwards across the bench, and pulls your lap to the edge. He peels the towel off you, and begins his ministrations. His lips roam over every part of your flesh, nipping, kissing, tasting each part of you. You feel his breath pass over your center, and you nearly scream. “Now, now, don’t get to excited,” he says, whispering to you. “I haven’t told you to scream yet,” he says. In a moment, he dives down into your center, consuming and tasting you fully. You bite your lip in order to keep from screaming out. One hand goes instinctly into his hair, pulling at his ponytail, while the other flies over your head, grabbing the bench for support. Your back arches and your legs wrap around him, ankles locking together. “Mmmmm,” he moans, “tastes so good,” as his tongue dives further into your center. You feel yourself falling over the edge, your body begins to convulse against the bench. He raises his head and looks at you, his breath still heavy on your center. “Come for me,” he says hoarsely. “Come for me, now.” He brings his lips back down to your sopping center, and in one last lick, you feel yourself tumble over the edge. You scream out, your whole body shaking and convulsing under his touch. He refuses to pull away until you fully ride the waves of your orgasm out. Finally, after an eternal wave, your body relaxes against the bench. You find somewhere in you the strength to lift your head and look down at him. He smiles up at you, his head resting on your thigh. His lips glitter in evidence of what he just did. “Oh, by the Force,” you mutter, “I’ve never had an orgasm that good!” “I’m not done with you yet,” he murmurs, standing up. You try to slowly bring yourself upright, and when you do, you find your vision level with his manhood. Manhood that looks like it could rip through his tunic any moment. A burst of energy, or rather, desire, flows through you, as you reach up and begin unfastening his tunic. As fast as you can, you pull his over tunic off, then his under tunic, revealing his broad, sculpted chest. You raise yourself up a bit, and begin licking that beautiful chest, your tongue darting out around each of his nipples, causing him to tremble under your touch. Your lips move up and down him, and when you reach his lower tunic, your hands immediately start pulling the straps for that. On one tug, you hear the sound of something ripping, but you pay it no mind. In a moment, his manhood is staring you down, and you know you have to do something about that. Taking him in your mouth, you start just at the tip, nipping and licking at him. He cries out under each of your ministrations, moaning and cringing. You lick around his base, then up the shaft, sending shivers down his body. Then you take him fully in your mouth, going down as deeply as you can. He cries out, almost in agony, and he pulls you away from him. You look up at him, unsure why he’s stopping you. He pulls you up to him, embracing you tightly as he begins kissing you all over your neck again. You return the ministrations, as you feel his manhood throbbing against you. “Take me,” you whisper hoarsely. In a moment, you’re on the floor, Obi’s on top of you, his whole body pressing into you. You feel him begin to enter, and you cry out. He cries out your name as he slowly slides in. “You feel so good!” he slides out slowly, and then back, keeping a slow rocking motion. “Obi,” you say, looking at him. He pulls up and looks into your eyes. “Take me, take me now!” you command. With that, he begins to thrust, harder and faster than you ever thought possible. Your whole body quakes and quivers under each thrust, and with each one, you scream out. He throws his head back, thrusting with all his might, sending you skyrocketing over the edge again, coming even harder than before. As you come, you feel him begin to pulse within you, coming himself. “Ahhhhhhhh,” he cries out, spilling himself into you. You feel your body pulsing around him as he drops on top of you. The two of you lay there for some time, neither one sure just how long. You barely realize that time has passed, all you know is the relaxation and calmness you feel for the first time in months. Obi rises up, looking down at you. “We should probably get up, you know our Masters will be here soon to let us out.” You let out a deep sigh. “Can’t we just stay here, lock the door?” “I did that when I came in,” he smiles at you. You shake your head, “I’m not surprised.” You two emerge from the changing room a few minutes later, holding hands, and grinning. You both stop mid-stride when you see Master Jinn standing in the center of the room, glancing at your work. He turns and looks at the two of you. “I was considering coming down there and dumping cold water on the two of you if you didn’t emerge soon.” Your face turns every shade of red imaginable as you stare at the Master. You open your mouth to speak, but words will not come out. “Padawan,” Jinn says, staring at you, “get back to your quarters before your master comes hunting you down with a gaffi stick.” You nod and turn to head out of the room. Before you reach the door, Obi steps up to you, grabbing your arm. “I hope you sleep well tonight,” he says as he kisses you on the cheek. “You too,” you say as you step to the doorway. “Go on, my Padawan,” you hear Jinn say. “Walk her back to her room if you choose.” You stop and spin around, seeing Obi-Wan sprint to join you. He takes your hand as you begin to walk out of the door. You get a few meters away from the saber room when you hear Master Jinn’s thoughts in your head. Behave you two, and please, be a bit quieter next time. Your face turns crimson and you look at Obi-Wan “Did you hear that?” Obi nodded his head. “That’s my master, he replies, grinning as you two head down the hall toward your quarters. The End
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