Title: Private Drink
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Damn Males! You think to yourself. Why did the Force decide to create them? You sit in the small club, clutching your drink so tightly your knuckles begin to turn white. The drink maker walks by, staring at you for a moment, but decides not to speak. He looks at your hand, and you realize that he’s hinting for you to release your grip on the cup. You’re about to shatter it in your hands. You knew that he wouldn’t show up. You knew it. It certainly is your own fault, too. After all, you are the fool who is having an affair with an unavailable man. He does this to you constantly. Makes dates, and does not show for them. You shake your head in disgust at yourself. The loud pulsing beat of a new song comes over the sounds of the club. You turn your head to watch the dancers on the stage. Wearing bright, larger-than-life costumes, the female dancers move across the stage, teasing and playing with some of the male species near the front of the stage. Female patrons of all species dance around the dance floor just in front of the stage. Everyone seems to be having a good time. You laugh as one of the stage dancers bops a male on his head with her short staff. The dancer just grins, and continues around the floor, making her bright full costume bounce around her. You look around the club at the other patrons. You glance to your right, seeing a man sitting in a booth, his coppery hair just a little long, coming down in his eyes. You think in the darkness you see a bit of beard on his face, but you can’t tell for certain. And he’s staring right at you. You quickly return your attention to the stage, where the dancers exit, and a single one comes out, in a bright cerulean costume, dancing and singing to the crowd. Her act is amusing, as she dances around, playing with the crowd, reaching out and touching them. You glance over your shoulder, just barely. The man is still looking at you. Great, you think to yourself. Another male. Just what I need. You stare back at the stage. The dancer leaves as another performer, along with a new troop of dancers appears, dancing and playing again. An idea creeps into your head. Why should I sit here all alone, upset, when I can be entertaining another man? It will upset the Jerk immensely seeing me with another man. Maybe it will teach him a lesson. An ornery grin creeps across your face. You face the drink maker, and order another drink for yourself, and a drink for the man at the table. You stand as you watch the server bring the drink to the man’s table. He looks up at her, slightly confused. You walk to the table hearing him telling the server that there must have been a mistake. “There’s no mistake.” You say, smiling, “I ordered it for you.” “I see,” he smiles at you. He looks at the server and speaks an apology to her, and turns his attention back to you. “Would you like a seat?” “I would love one,” you reply, sitting down next to him, probably closer than necessary, but hey, he’s cute, and you’re just in this to upset your lover, so why not? You stare at him for a moment, your eyes looking him up and down. He has a nice shape to him. Not too large, not to small. You approve. He will do nicely. “I suppose introductions would be a good start,” he begins. “No, not today.” You say, smiling. “Let’s not, let’s just pretend that we’ve known each other for years, and that we get along famously already.” You do not care who this guy is, just that he’s there, right now, for your needs. “Well, then, old friend,” he says with a twinkle in his eye, “Why is it that you were sitting at the bar looking so lost and alone?” “I was waiting for someone. But I decided that I should not be kept waiting, and I saw you here, old friend, and decided to come over and say hello.” “I see,” he says, taking a sip off his drink. You notice that he does not move any further away from you, but in fact, slides just a tiny bit closer to you. You smile at him, sipping off your own drink. “So, what kind of a horrid person would keep such a lovely woman as yourself waiting?” He asks, smiling as though he already knows the answer, but is just making conversation. “Evidentially, not one as charming as you,” you say, smiling back. “You think I am charming,” he says softly. “I think you probably are,” you say, batting your eyes at him. The server stops by to see if the two of you are okay, but he instantly waves the server away. He scoots a bit closer to you, his jaw tilted down just a tiny bit, his eyes hooded under his heavy lids, and he smiles at you, as though he’s about to do something. You feel his leg under the table brushing against you, and for some reason, the touch takes your breath away. “What if I told you I was incredibly charming, much more so than the man you were waiting for?” he says, his voice low and filled with something you recognize instantly as a man’s animal hunger. “What do you know about the man I was waiting for?” you say flippantly. “I just know that I would never leave a lovely lady as yourself waiting. Ever.” He leans in a bit closer, and his arm slips behind the small in your back. That touch, you feel it again. Almost like electricity rolling through you. Your breath catches in your throat. He’s only centimeters from your face now, and all you can do is think about how wonderful his lips would taste on yours. What are you doing? You berate yourself. You just met this guy! He could be a psycho for all you know! “I am not a psycho,” he says softly. You blink, staring at him. “What did you say?” “I am not a psycho.” “What are you, a Jedi or something?” your sarcasm drips from your lips. “In fact, I am.” You blink. Oh ka’la, oh ka’la, oh ka’la! He can read my thoughts! Oh chu’ellen ka’la! He smiles at you. “I would not use such harsh language, if I were you.” You try to scoot away from him, but he grabs you at the waist
and pulls you even closer to him.
You’re fully up next to him now, and that electricity flows even more so
through your body. Oh, the feeling
of someone new, you think instantly.
How I would love to… “Love to what?” You blink. “Stop that,” “Stop what?” he asks, with innocent eyes. Eyes that you could just melt into. “Stop reading my thoughts,” you whisper. “Why?” he asks, leaning closer and closer into your face. “Because,” you say, staring into those beautiful green-blue-gray eyes of his that flicker between each color like a rare crystal. “Because why?” he says, you feel his breath on your face. “Because your thoughts are not the most polite and innocent?” “It’s…” you are about to say ‘rude’ when those warm, lush, perfectly sized lips descend upon yours. And the word melts off your lips. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you tightly into his body, and you feel like you will die of ecstasy right now in his arms. His lips run ravenously over yours, tasting and touching every part of your mouth. You feel his lips part gently, and you feel the sensation of his tongue slowly slide out, just enough to taste your bottom lip. That’s it, you are now officially a gonner. The taste of his lips fills your mind, your body and your soul. All you want is more and more of that taste, that sensation. You are lost in a maelstrom of lust, desire, and wanton passion. Part of you wants to throw him on the table and ravage him right now, but the sensible part of you is telling you to behave yourself, at least get him to your domicile. He breaks away from the kiss, and suddenly you feel abandon. You whimper at the loss of his lips, and slowly you open your eyes. He’s staring at you, a bemused smile on his lips. “You did not finish your sentence, old friend,” he says, his eyes flickering. “Was I speaking?” you ask, still dazed from the kiss. He lets out a deep laugh and takes another drink off his glass. His eyes instantly flicker across the club. He stops, staring intently at the doorway. You shift and glance at where he’s looking. Your face turns suddenly hard, and your lips are pressed into a thin line. The Jerk is now here. He is scanning around the bar, obviously looking for you. You glance back at your friend, and realize that he is looking directly at him as well. “Is that him?” he asks softly. “Yes,” you say, not turning back to make eye contact with the Jerk. You instead stare at your old friend, thinking not about the Jerk, but about the kiss that those now slightly frowning lips just gave you. “Did you want to go speak to him?” “No.” “He’s coming this way,” he says, taking a sip off his drink again. “You’re a Jedi, make him go away or something.” You say, waving your hand in the air. He smiles at you. “You really want me to?” “I would much rather be here with you now than with him.” You cross your arms across your chest. You know you’re making that mad-pouty face that sometimes gets you in trouble. But, with this new ‘old friend,’ trouble might not be a bad thing. He grins a cockeyed smile and looks up at the man. He waves his hand as your consort approaches, and you stare in wonderment as the Jerk walks away, as if he does not see you. “Nice trick,” you say with a smile. “Comes with the lightsaber,” he says, smiling at you. “I do not think I can keep him at bay for long. Do you want to leave?” Only if you are gonna kiss me some more, you think, as loud as you possibly can. Like you know how to make your thoughts loud. “Not so loudly,” he says. He stands, and holds out his hand to help you up. As he pulls you up, he says “I plan on kissing you a lot,” his eyes dance mischievously. The two of you head for the door, and over your shoulder, you see the Jerk standing at the end of the bar, looking for you. He sees you this time, and you cannot stop yourself, you smile and wink at him. Your new old friend sees this gesture, and suddenly you are against the wall, your mouth being inhaled by his. His mouth takes control; harshly, passionately, and very, very hungrily. You find yourself gasping for breath as he removes his lips. He releases you, just enough for you to see the silhouette of the Jerk coming right for him. You see the Jerk come toward you, his arm reaching for you. Then your old friend makes a slight gesture with his arm, and you see the Jerk fly across the room, landing in a heap about ten meters away. You stare for a moment at the Jerk, then back at your old friend, but he’s whisking you out of the club and onto the thoroughfare in the blink of an eye. You stop, standing there like a dolt, staring up into his eyes. His eyes look mischievous, and you wonder just what he will do to you now. After all, he can toss you across the thoroughfare if he wants to. He takes your hand gently, smiling at you. “Do you have a transport?” “This way,” you say as you lead him toward your transport. In a flash, the two of you are in your transport, and you’re heading up into the night sky. His hand rests casually across your right thigh, his fingers carelessly strumming the fabric. You barely register that you are flying the transport, most of your focus on the feeling of his hand on your thigh. Mind you, he’s not being provocative, or touching you in any way that is sexual. Still, the warmth of his hands is enough, you feel like he’s burning a hole through your clothing and into your skin. “My name is Obi-Wan,” he says finally, after silence since he got into the transport. “I told you,” you say, “no names.” He shifts so that he is facing you. “But I want you to know what name to cry out,” he replies, his voice heavy and throaty. Your breath catches in your throat, and the inhalation of air is your only response. * * * * *
You swerve through the traffic throughout Coruscant, your heart racing as fast as you’re driving. All you want to do is get to your domicile. Get there with him. His hand never leaves your leg, in fact, it’s now gently caressing your leg. It’s a soft, lazy stroke, but it’s enough. Enough to make your tunic bottom wet with desire. You arrive at your domicile building, and hastily find a place to park your transport. He climbs out, following you to the main tower entrance. You both enter, and you notice that he keeps his distance. Which is enough to infuriate you. When you crave his touch more than air to breath, he’s staying away. What is with him? You think to yourself. He reaches out as you enter the building, taking your hand gently, and caressing your fingers. Once again, his gentle touch feels like fire to your skin, and you are breathless. The eroticism of his touch sends fires through you almost instantly, and you suddenly wish you didn’t live so high in the tower. A smile forms on your lips, and you wonder if he hears all your thoughts. “Of course I do,” he says softly. You palm a lift near the door, and in a moment, you both are in the lift, heading for your apartment. The door seals shut, and you are pulled instantly to this Jedi, his body hot and you can feel his manhood pressing against you. The heat from his waist is enough to send a mini spasm through your body. He stands there, staring at you, just slightly smiling, as if he knows the torment he’s delivering to you. He pulls your hand up to his lips, and you stand there watching him, his lips gently kissing each fingertip. His tongue darts out quickly nipping at your middle finger, and you bite your lip to hold in any moans from escaping. His eyes dance as he watches your face, your eyes. Your face flushes with your desire as he stands there, tormenting you. He grins evilly as he licks your fingers up and down. The lift slows, then coming to stop. He releases you long enough for you to turn around and head out of it. He follows closely, his hand still holding yours. You round the corner to your apartment, and slow as you reach the door. He accidentally steps into you, pressing himself into you. The warmth of his body sends shivers down your skin. His hands instantly wrap around you, pulling you closer to him. You feel the pressure of his lips on your neck, and you nearly loose your footing. “Hey,” you whisper softly, “let’s get inside, shall we?” you moan uncontrollably as his lips run up the side of your neck to that spot just behind your ear. “As you wish,” he says as he detaches from you. You walk a few more steps to your domicile and key the entry pad to let you in. Instantly, you begin your ‘at home’ duties, commanding the computer controls to start the lighting. You drop your purse on its resting place, a small table just inside the main room of the apartment. You step over to your comm. log and begin running through the recent messages. You blink, realizing that he’s still standing in the doorway, watching you. You look over at him and smile. “I’m sorry, I just kind of have a routine when I first get home.” He smiles at you with an almost evil grin. “It’s alright. I find it fascinating, as a matter of fact.” You key the log off. You can look at that later, when you have more time. After all, a beautiful Jedi is standing in your domicile. Why do you need to worry about who calls you when you’re out anyway? He smiles and slowly walks toward you. Well, rather, he approaches you like a predator, stalking its prey. You feel your breath catch in your throat as he approaches you. He pulls off his over tunic, revealing the thin fabric of his under shirt, and you gasp at the slight glimpse of his stomach, a beautiful soft almost golden sand like color. Before you realize what is happening, he is standing before you, his hands slowly and gently running down your arms. His touch is like electric waves flowing through your body. His hands slide up to your shoulders, and gently stroke the tops of them, then they slowly slide to your neck, and his fingers dance up and down your throat, then up to your jaw line, ever so softly touching it, and his fingers work their way up to your lips. You open your mouth to kiss his fingers as they caress your lips, you eyes close as you take one of his fingers into your mouth, sucking on it. You hear a soft moan escape him, and as he pulls his finger out of your mouth, you glance up at him. His eyes are dark and lustful, and you can see the control in him stopping himself from taking you where you stand. He smiles at you, the gentle kindness in his eyes hiding behind the lust. You can’t help yourself, and you smile back at him. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are,” he whispers to you. You bow your head, the sincerity in his voice shocking you. You had always thought yourself okay looking, but never did you really consider yourself beautiful. Just average, you would suspect. “More than average,” he whispers. “You are beautiful, inside and out.” You are about to argue that fact when his mouth descends upon yours, his lips taking command of you, and the last thing on your mind is your rebuttal against your beauty. His lips force yours open, and instantly his tongue is darting into your mouth. Somewhere in the back of your brain, you realize that he has his hands in your hair, pulling you closer and deeper into the kiss, but the thought is fleeting as his lips explore yours. The fire that burns from deep inside you feels like it suddenly overtakes you as you pull him to you, pressing your entire body up next to his. You want to feel, no you need to feel his every centimeter up against yours. His lips descend to your neck and you cry out almost in agony as he claims you for his own with his lips. He pulls and tugs at your top, trying to make more of your skin accessible to him. His hunger is only matched by your own wanton desire as he makes you swoon in his arms. He pulls back just long enough to pick you up into his arms. He kisses you on the neck. “Bedroom?” he mumbles between kisses. “Over there,” you say between your moans, gesturing in the general direction of the bedroom. He begins to slowly walk toward your bedroom, but you barely register that you’re moving, he continues to kiss you, and you do your best to kiss him back. But you mostly manage to moan against him as he moves. In a heartbeat, you are in your bedroom, and you feel yourself landing on your bed, softly, gently. You close your eyes as you feel his warm hands run up and down your body, feeling every centimeter of you. You hear his breath steadily going in and out of his chest, hypnotizing you into a deep trance of need and longing. His hands run up your sides, gently caressing the sides of your breasts, causing you to jerk softly. His hands slowly go back down your sides, resting just below your breasts, and you feel him stop. You are about to open your eyes when you feel the bed shift as he sits down on it, and the smell of him fills your already overly-sensitized mind. His hands run across your blouse, and you feel them begin to unfasten it. Instantly, it seems, your blouse is undone, and all that is separating your skin from his is his own coverings. You feel nothing but the warmth of his hands as they gently descend across your body, sending shivers up and down you. His hands massage your skin, staying away from your womanly areas, just feeling the fabric of your body. He lowers himself, and you feel his lips begin slowly kissing your abdomen, your stomach, and your ribs. Still, he has yet to touch your breasts. His lips run hungrily over your stomach, causing you to cry out. You open your eyes, if only for a moment to look down at him. He’s smiling up at you. “You like it when I kiss your stomach?” he whispers hoarsely. “Uh huh,” is all you can get out, a slight moan slipping from your mouth as he continues his kissing. You keep your eyes closed. Vision is not necessary. His lips slowly work their way up your body, between your breasts, and back to your neck. His lips suck on your throat, nibbling and biting at the sensitive flesh there. You feel his whole body press down on top of you, and you feel the heat from his waist pressing against your abdomen. You moan out with each and every touch of his lips, you feel every movement as though your whole life you waited for this touch. Suddenly, his lips reach your breasts. He takes each one in his mouth, his lips grazing the tip, then diving down on them, as if he wanted to take all of your sensitive skin in his mouth. You cry out at the warmth of his touch; your body shuddering uncontrollably. He glances up, smiling warmly at you. “You are so beautiful,” he whispers. Just as you begin to get used to his lips ravaging each of your breasts, his lips leave them and begin sliding down your body again. You shudder, moaning out with each and every touch he makes as he descends again. He chuckles softly to himself as his lips reach your waistband of your pants. He leans up and instantly has them undone and is sliding them off you. Now naked before him, you can’t help feeling self conscious. You start to shift so that you are less visible, but he reaches out and stops you. “No, let me look at you,” he whispers. You close your eyes, and hear his breathing increase. You peak at him, opening your eyes to see his face. You feel yourself nearly faint at the site of him staring down at you. His eyes are filled with rapture, his lips parted slightly, a slightly crooked smile across his face. His hand reaches out and caresses your thigh, and he looks as though it might strain him, he seems so lost in his thoughts. You see him let out a slight moan as he slowly descends to your body. His lips meet your thigh with a reckless passion, his lips running feverishly up and down your thighs. You curl your toes and cry out with delight with every touch. His lips and hands seem to have perfect knowledge of how to make you writher under his touch. You cry out as his lips make their way to your center, his breath hot against your wetness. You shiver uncontrollably when he begins kissing you there, his lips nipping and biting at your sensitive flesh. In a moment, he has you screaming out, your hands gripping the edges of the bed, trying to hold on for dear life. Still, dieing like this would not be a bad thing. He glances up to you, his lips moist and glowing in their well-done job, and smiles. “Did you enjoy that?” He whispers. You try to moan out an answer, but it doesn’t happen. You wind up shaking your head. He laughs at you, and begins disrobing. You lay there in awe as he removes all of his clothing, slowly, as if he’s trying to tease you as he goes. His chest and shoulders slowly bare themselves to you, and you smile, admiring even in the cool lighting of night his curves and broadly cut muscles. You tentatively reach out to touch him, but it would involve you having to get up, and that’s something that would take too much energy at this point. You smile at the site of him. He is beautifully sculpted under those clothes. Subconsciously, you lick your lips. He sees the gesture and a smile creeps into his face. But this is not a smile of amusement. This is a smile of pure lust and wanton need. His slow, teasing labor of removing his clothes forgotten as he drops the rest of his clothes to the floor. He is upon you instantly, his flesh rubbing against your own. You both moan instantly as your skins make contact. The warmth of his body invades your psyche almost magically, as you both instantly rub and touch and caress each other. Your mouths roam over each other’s shoulders, neck, ears, face, lips, anywhere you can reach. With a burst of energy, you push this beautiful sculpture of a man off you, and climb on top of him, your body instantly renewing your need to touch him. Adrenalin runs through your body like fire, as your lips travel up and down his body. They taste every part of his chest, his arms, his stomach, and his legs. And like he did for you, you neglect his manly area, only letting your breath graze his engorged cock. He moans out with every move you make, you feel his hands in your hair, trying to persuade you toward his beltline, but you refuse. Instead, you tease him with every lick and caress you can remember. You slide your lips down the crease where his leg meets his hip, and he cries out as though in pain. You glance up at him, the rapture in his eyes revealing everything to you. You grin at him, telling him you know how much torture you’re putting him through, but you don’t care. You stop, staring at his manhood. The darkened tip, swelling and looking like a volcano about to erupt. Tentatively, you reach out and gently, ever so gently, you caress the tip with your finger. A rumble comes out of him, but it barely registers as you continue gently caressing this large, attentive piece of flesh. Then you descend upon it, taking it fully in your mouth, as deeply as you can take it. He cries out as you do so, his hands pounding into the bed. You slide back up off him, and smile at his panting, and descend again. He moans, leaning up so he can watch you slide up and down him. The taste of him is perfect, just warm enough, just salty enough. Perfect. You roll your lips up and down him, feeling him moan and shift under your every movement. You speed yourself up just a bit, and he cries out again. Suddenly you feel his hands on your head, pulling you off him. You look up in surprise at him, fear that you are doing something wrong. “Not like that,” he whispers, “not tonight like that.” He pulls you up to him, and instantly, you’re on your back again, and he’s on top of you. His hardness is pressed against you, but he doesn’t enter you, not just yet. He grinds his hips up against you, and looks into your eyes. “May I have you?” He asks, in the softest whisper. “Take me,” you manage to whisper back to him. With that, you feel him suddenly enter you, and you begin to shake under the pressure. Your whole body quivers at the sensation. No one has ever filled you quite like this, and he isn’t even fully in you yet! “Nnnngggggg,” he moans, “so tight, so wet,” he says as finally inserts himself fully. For a moment, you both don’t move, you just bask in the moment of him filling you completely. Then he starts to move. Slowly at first, a gentle kind of thrust against you, making soft moans come out of your mouth. Then his momentum gains. You begin thrusting against his momentum as he seems to find a way to bury himself so deeply with each thrust into you, that screams exit your mouth faster than you can register them. You grab onto him, holding on again as if you are falling off the edge of a cliff as your orgasm finally takes you. You cry out in a voice and sound that seems foreign to you, you barely recognize that it came out of your mouth. “Obi-Wan,” you scream. He cries out as your insides spasm and tighten around him, and a deep rumble starts from within his chest. It gains momentum as it climbs up his chest and erupts from his mouth just as his hot seed fills you. His body jerks, and you feel him pulsing inside you as his orgasm finishes. His body drops on top of you, panting and covered in after-sex sweat. He kisses you on the cheek, and slides off you. “Aren’t you glad I told you my name?” He says, grinning like a kid. You smile and exhale a deep breath. Letting out a yawn, you twist to see just how far the top of the bed is, and where your pillow is. You start to scoot up the bed, and somehow manage to pull the covers down while you’re still on top of them, and slide into your bed. You smile at Obi-Wan and make a motion with your hand, and he’s instantly under the covers with you, his arms wrapped around you, holding you close to him. “Do you want to tell me your name now, old friend?” He asks, nuzzling his head into your shoulder. You smile and whisper your name to him. He smiles back at you, his finger gently grazing your nose as he says your name. “I like that name, it suits you,” he says. “Thank you,” you reply. You curl down into his arms, and drift off pleasantly to sleep, feeling comfortable and safe in your old friend’s arms. * * * * *
You awake with a start, jerking up out of bed. You glance at your crono next to the bed, and realize that you’re already a half-hour late for work. You fly out of bed and head straight into the ‘fresher to get ready for work. Your mind runs rampant, How could I forget to set my alarm? You think. Then it hits you. You stop, and turn and slowly walk back into your bedroom. Your bed is empty, there’s no sign that anyone had even been there last night. It couldn’t have been a dream, you think to yourself. I couldn’t have imagined that. Then the realization hits you like a blaster. You feel like a fool almost instantly. It was a one-night stand for him, as much as it was for me, you think to yourself. I’m diluting myself to think that it could have been anything else. Sure, part of you wishes he is still here now, but then, the other, logical part of you understands why he wouldn’t be. After all, it’s not like he’s in love with you or anything. You all didn’t make some galactic shifting bond last night, you just had really great sex. You let out a sigh and finish getting ready for work. * * * * *
Okay, even though you had amazing sex last night, that certainly doesn’t mean that your day at work has to be great. You can’t help the grin on your face that looks like it’s been plastered on your mouth, but hey, that happens after really good sex. Still, your day sucks by all gages and standards. After all, you are late, then your boss decides that since you are late, you have to work an extra hour tonight, and to top it off, everything on your desk is marked ‘priority one.’ Eventually, you get through all your work, and are about to take a short break and eat something from the vending machine when your assistant steps into your office. “Um, I know you’re getting ready to go eat, but this just arrived for you,” she says, handing you the oblong box. You let out a sigh. “Who’s it from?” “It doesn’t say.” Then she looks at you for a moment. She knows you well. “Maybe it’s from your mystery man of last night.” “I doubt that,” you reply, snorting at her. “It’s probably plans for that new building.” You, being a planet-wide consultant, assist in planning new buildings and add-ons to structures planet wide. And you get a lot of oblong shaped boxes, filled with models and such. You pull the wrapping off the box and pop it open. You expect to see a model of a new star-scraper in the box, but you nearly drop the lid when you see what’s really in there. Laying beautifully in the center of the tissue inside the box is a long, single, perfect red rose, the petals just barely opening, and not a flaw or thorn on it. You blink and stare at it for a moment. “Well,” your assistant says, stepping up next to you, “is there a holo?” You blink, and see a small data chip laying in the base of the box under the flower. You pick up the rose and smell its wonderful scent. You pull the chip out and place it in your data reader, and hit the display button. A holo of Obi-Wan appears, and you are about to play the message, when you see your assistant standing there, waiting with baited breath. You glare at her, and she pivots on her heal and heads out of the office. You press the play button, and the image begins to roll. Obi-Wan smiles at you. “I am sorry I could not be there when you awoke, but I had very pressing matters to attend to this morning. I wanted to tell you last night that I would be leaving early, but you fell asleep so contently, I did not want to wake you.” He let out a sigh. “The hardest thing I had to do this morning was pull myself up from your arms and leave. I wanted to stay there all morning long.” Once again, this man has turned your brain into goo. You hear yourself let out one of those cheesy girly sighs, that make you sound like you’re in finishing school again. And part of you wants to kick yourself for sounding so dumb. But that cheesy grin has filled your face even more, and you know there’s no way to get it off now. “I should be able to come see you soon,” Obi-Wan’s hologram says. “Until then, I hope you accept this rose to keep you thinking of me until I can see you again.” You nod at the hologram, as if he could actually see you. “Until then, old friend,” he says with a grin. Then the hologram shuts off. You sit there for who knows how long, just staring at your rose and back at the holo. After about an hour, you just pick up your things and head out of the building. You tell your assistant to take messages, that you’ll be in tomorrow. Right now, you just want to go home. In a few minutes, you’re walking into your domicile, your had wrapped around the rose, and as you palm the door open, you wonder what you’re going to put it in to keep it fresh, when you nearly faint as the door opens. Inside your domicile are bouquets of roses! All colors, all shades, in large vases all over your home! You spy at least 15 different arrangements, all of them with at least a dozen in each one. They are placed all around, everywhere. You barely have room to come in and place your things away. You stare at all the flowers, shocked and amazed. You see your message display blinking and you head over to it and flip it on. Before you, an image of Obi-Wan is standing in your apartment. He’s smiling. “I wanted you to have a rose for every moment I thought of you.” Instantly you blush, your face turning as crimson as the rose from your office. Tears begin rushing down your face. Never has anyone done something like this for you. Least of all The Jerk. Your hands are trembling, and you can barely control the tears rolling down your face. Suddenly there’s a hand on your shoulder. You jerk backwards, jumping into him. Obi-Wan lets out a laugh. “Surprise,” he says. You wrap your arms around him, and he pulls you close to him, running his fingers through your hair. “Why are you crying?” he whispers. “Never…never has someone done something so wonderful for me.” You manage to say. He pulls your head up to look into his eyes. “Now I am here,” he says as he kisses you on the forehead. “There’s no need to feel less than you are.” You smile up at him. “Those are powerful words.” “But they are the truth,” he replies, pulling you to him even more. His hands run through your hair, and you smile. You feel, in the strangest way complete. Even though you barely know this man. But that doesn’t matter. Not anymore. The End
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