Title: Journey Through the Storm
* * * * * Obi-Wan looked down at Luke as he snored softly in the makeshift crib Beru had provided for him. His chest rose and fell as shaking squeaks passed through his nose. The infant snorted, jerking one foot, and relaxed. Obi-Wan let out a whispery, sharp chuckle and smoothed a large, calloused hand over Luke’s golden-blond halo of hair. Jade crept into the dimly lit room and watched her husband for a moment. She noted that Beru was very kind to have taken Luke in like this. She wondered what she would tell Owen. What Owen would say. She wrapped her arms around Obi-Wan’s waist and laid her head between his shoulder blades. She felt him sigh but could not discern whether it was contentment, annoyance, or weariness. “He’s beautiful,” Obi-Wan said. “Spitting image of Anakin. Maybe it’s good that Beru and Owen are taking the child. I wouldn’t want to ruin two Skywalkers in one lifetime.” Jade squeezed him, then let go, turning him to face her. “You raised Anakin the best you knew how,” she said. “You did nothing Yoda wouldn’t have done.” “Except stop him from turning evil,” he said, glancing over his shoulder at the sleeping baby. Jade put a hand to his face and turned it to face her again. “What was happening to Anakin was beyond your control,” she said. “The circumstances surrounding him were not of your making. That alone should wipe any guilt from your heart.” She placed a hand on his chest where she knew his heart to be, and Obi-Wan put his hand over hers, gripping it lightly. “What would I do without you?” he asked her. “Who knows?” Jade answered mockingly. “Probably live a content, normal life.” He shook his head. “No. A lonely one.” He pulled her close and cradled her in his arms, running his lips over the top of her head as they clung in the darkness and listened to the tiny, baby snores behind them. “The desert will soon be impassable,” Jade murmured. “A storm is building.” “Owen will be back soon,” Obi-Wan added. He sighed. “We should set out.” * * * * * Obi-Wan grunted and propped a large chest against the rickety front door. Jade sighed and pulled off her cloak, tossing it onto a chair. The violent winds still rattled the door of their cramped hut, but at least it was closed. Sandstorms on Tatooine were nothing to trifle with. This being Jade’s first, she didn’t wish for it to be her last. Obi-Wan turned back to her, running his hands through his filmy, sand-coated hair. They were both covered in a thin layer of dust and grime, and both were exhausted from trudging through the sandstorm. Obi-Wan in particular looked bereft of energy, yet something lightened in his eyes when she unexpectedly grinned at him. “You’re filthy,” she said. He raised his eyebrows, then got an understanding look on his face. “From the storm, you mean,” he said, nodding slowly. “What else could I have meant?” she asked him, laughing a bit. He chuckled thoughtfully and leaned against the chest. “Do you think Luke will be all right?” he asked. “Obi-Wan, Luke is the safest baby in the galaxy right now,” she said. “He has two, wonderful, generous foster parents. And two Jedi watching his back. He’ll be fine.” “I know you are exasperated,” Obi-Wan said, reading her expression. “You’re sick of hearing me fret about this.” “Only because you are making yourself worry,” she said. “With no reason. I’d gladly listen if I didn’t think it was causing you harm.” “I’m not causing myself harm,” he grumbled playfully. “I just…” He became utterly, beautifully earnest. “That boy is our last hope.” Jade nodded. “And we’re his.” “Precisely.” Jade crept toward him, her body feeling loose with fatigue. She pulled her arms around his shoulders and tangled her fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck. “I know you,” she said. “You would never let your guard down about something like this.” “Because I worry,” he said, putting his arms around her waist and squeezing. Jade felt like she should smile, but her adoration and love for him made her so serious. “No,” she said. “Because you’re you.” “We’ve been married for seven hours, and we haven’t celebrated it,” Obi-Wan commented, shifting the subject with the ease of a man who was confident in his conversational skills. “Not much of a ceremony either,” she added, laying her head on his chest. “When I had envisioned our wedding, it had always been with our friends and loved ones near. With Yoda giving his blessing and overseeing our marriage bond. Not on some outer rim planet with a barely legal certificate.” Obi-Wan stroked her hair. “First of all, Yoda doesn’t bless marriages between the Jedi. If he had known, he would have forbidden it. Even if his words mean almost nothing with the Order in shambles. Secondly, I married you because I’m in love with you. No matter the state of the ceremony, my love for you is always constant.” She smiled blissfully and played with the folds of his tunic. She was fidgeting. He could tell he had embarrassed her and made her bashful when she fidgeted. “I forgot to carry you over the threshold,” he murmured into her hair as his lips grazed the top of her head. “We were having enough trouble walking over the threshold,” she said. “Carrying me would have been a chore.” “Never,” he said. “A pleasure. Not a chore.” She laughed at the tone of his voice and sighed. “I feel like I’ve been rolling in filth,” he said. “The filth’s been rolling on you, actually,” Jade said in reference to the storm outside. “I think I need a bath.” She looked up at him, and his lopsided, naughty smile rained down on her. “Get undressed,” she said softly, feeling a heady desire fill her senses. “I’ll get the water ready.” Obi-Wan nodded as she pulled away and began unbuckling his belt. The temperature in the room seemed to shoot up a dozen degrees suddenly, and Jade’s face became flushed. She walked backwards, sensing obstacles behind her with the Force. She turned toward the bathroom door just as his tunic slipped from his shoulders. Panting slightly and clinging to the Force for peace, she began running the water. She knew of the severe shortage of water on Tatooine and filled the tub only halfway. She felt Obi-Wan’s presence behind her. Through the Force she sensed his timidity and yearning. Even now he came to her as though for the first time. His emotional virginity filled her mind. She turned to take him in with her eyes and saw that he was completely disrobed and beautiful. All creamy skin and toned muscles. A few scars did catch her eye, but they only served to make him that much more beautiful. Obi-Wan saw that she was struck and unmoving, so he moved to her, enfolding her in his arms and grinning when she touched his abs gently. She bit her lower lip and looked up at him. “Obi,” she said softly. He lowered his face to hers and let his lips hover a mere breath away. Jade reached up and felt the width of his broad back and shoulders, trembling against his body. “Will you bathe with me?” he asked. He sounded as if he was inviting her to brunch. “Yes,” she said, the tension destroying her and his love bringing her to life again. He undressed her, running his hands over her soft, blushing skin. She was so charged that his mere touch sent sounds of pleasure from her mouth. He knelt in front of her to pull her leggings and panties off. When they hit the floor, Jade stepped out of them, but Obi-Wan did not rise from where he crouched. He licked his lips and furrowed his brow broodingly instead. He leaned forward, his face full of romance, and kissed her privates softly. His tongue slipped between her vaginal lips and ran along and through the place where she craved him, lapping at the sweetness there. Jade gasped and brought her hands to the top of his head. Her fingers tangled in the red locks of hair as his mouth worked slowly and purposefully. She felt her legs weaken as Obi-Wan’s hands took hold of her hips, and his fingers spread over her behind, holding her fixedly to his lips. She wanted to lie down but was unwilling to break this blessed contact between them. Gradually, Obi-Wan’s passionate kiss ended and turned to sweet pecks. Then he turned his face up to her and felt the strength in her body leave even further as she sank to the floor with him. He grasped her as she kissed him firmly, a stark contrast to her loose limbs. “We haven’t even made it to the tub yet,” she whispered against his beard. He stood, simultaneously pulling her off the floor to carry her, and laid her in the shallow water. He followed after her, laying his body on hers. His lips followed a trail which began at her feet, leaving them both shaken when he reached her face. “Is that better?” he asked, scooping water up with his hand and pouring it over her stomach. “Mmm,” she said, closing her eyes and clinging to him. It was then she felt him silently asking her consent as he kissed her face and nudged against her with his enflamed manhood. She spread her legs apart, offering access, and he slid gently inside her. She always felt a twinge of blissful pain at his size, but it was just that: blissful. Any hurt was quickly replaced with the ecstasy of their closeness. Every muscle in his body worked to please her. His moans filled her ears. His body filled her senses. Her own frenzied need for him took over her instincts. The pleasure rolled on and on until it met its peak and was sent flying and crashing. The sound of Obi-Wan’s name echoed in the chambers of her lungs, being called again and again. She shuddered and was conquered. With a hissed intake of breath and a helpless moan, Obi-Wan joined her. He laid against her, panting. She kissed him aimlessly, unable to find his lips in her crazed need to feel his kiss. Her mouth brushed all over his beard as she ventured toward his mouth. Like searching for berries in brambles. He turned his tired face to her and kissed her fully with an eager, curious tongue slipping against her own. “I love you,” he said. “And I love you,” Jade replied, running her hands over his trembling, now-relaxed muscles. “And I’m not done,” he said. He slid out of her and rolled onto his back, pulling her on top of him. “You still need to bathe me.” “You are the naughtiest man,” she said, grinning with pleasure. “If the Council had known…” “Only with you,” he said. “You bring out the scoundrel in me.” She smiled. “It was about time, too. You and your extreme dignity.” “I’m surprised you can still make clever quips when you’re lying on my swollen sex.” “You know me,” she said, slightly breathless at his description. “Never without my wit.” She settled over him and sat up, straddling his narrow hips. She scooped up water and poured it over his chest, rubbing him tenderly. His hands rested on her hips and a smiled curled at his lips as she caressed him. She poured water over his hair and leaned over him to kiss his forehead. Obi-Wan desirously ran his hands over her body and down to her thighs. “Should we move to bed with this?” he asked. “Do you feel clean?” she asked in return. “No,” he chuckled. “Does it matter?” “No,” she said back, lying down on his chest. As he pushed himself up, Jade wrapped her legs around his waist and let him carry her to bed. It was a meager bedroom, just like the rest of the hut. Yet with the two of them together, it could be construed as cozy. Obi-Wan laid back on the bed, letting Jade crawl over him, tasting his wet skin. His muscles were tight again with tension, and she let her tongue roll over them zealously. His chest, his stomach, his thighs. And a deep, hungry kiss against his throbbing member. Obi-Wan was losing his composure. He hardly ever did. Only in the presence of Jade. He pulled her onto him, urging her to ride him. She gladly accepted the invitation and slid over him. Her flame had been reignited, and they melded. She moved fluidly. He guided her with his thrusts. His hands slid up her torso and to her breasts. He plunged into her and massaged her sensitive, rosy nipples. Jade surrendered her body to him, crying his name. Crying “yes”. Her hands ran shakily over his abs as she gasped. He told her that he was hers. She owned him. Then their pleasure collided all at once. She fell onto him and clutched him, rolling on the bed as he took her again. Their love making seemed to never end. When it did, they wondered if the world had gone with it. They held each other in the silence, feeling their sweat and heartbeats mingle. Outside a storm raged, but within tempests had settled and restless passions had been satiated. Tired bodies and spent emotions found relief. And two Jedi found a silver lining in all the misery they had endured. The End
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