Title: One Wild Night : Part One
* * * * *
"In the smoky bar Naleh took a sip of her drink. She had never fancied herself as being the type to watch from afar when she spotted someone attractive. Then again, perhaps she was deluding herself. For that was just what she was doing. It had been a long day at work today, and she had decided to allow herself a drink. She tried not to drink too often; despite the pleasant aspects of drinking, there were far too many consequences for her to be comfortable with partaking often. So she saved such things for special occasions. And tonight, rather then wasting away at home with her own meager supply of alcoholic beverages, Naleh had decided to go out to a bar. Why not; wherever she went was bound to have better quality drinks then she possessed. So, she had entered the bar that night, ordered a drink, and gone off in a corner alone. She had every intention of brooding alone while she finished her drink. What she hadn't expected, was for him to enter. Him being the most blindingly attractive man she had seen in a long time. He was dressed simply but elegantly in an all black suit, complemented by grayish brownish fedora. On anyone else, he would have looked like a Guys and Dolls reject. But with this man's short reddish gold hair and beard, combined with the physique of a man that clearly was in good shape, it only made him look more magnificent. Naleh nearly dropped her drink when she spotted him entering. It took her a few moments to notice the "oh" expression on her face, and quickly wipe it off. The last thing she wanted was for some drunken fop to mistake her admiration for a come-on. The man seated himself at the bar, ordering a drink. Over the next few minutes, Naleh watched countless women approach him. With each one, he smiled and nodded politely, then sent them on their way. With each woman rebuffed, Naleh's decision not to approach him only cemented. Many of the women who approached the strange man were far more attractive then Naleh herself. Besides, he was a complete stranger. Attractive though he undeniably was, he could be a psychopath. That was the main problem Naleh had always had with one-night stands. Besides, as long as she stayed safely at a distance, she could imagine whatever she liked. Unless the stranger was a Jedi (unlikely), he would never know about her thoughts. Something about the hat proved to be a more then adequate incentive for her daydreams. She couldn't stop imagining his voice…perhaps singing "Luck Be a Lady". FORCE, she loved that song. Time passed. More women approached the stranger, only to be (politely) rebuffed. Her daydreams only got more and more heated. Then, as she reached closer to the bottom of her drink, it happened. Although not the it she had been hoping for. "Hey, shweetheat. Wanna dansh?" The far-too-old man stumbled over to Naleh, unable to walk straight. He stumbled even as he was standing still next to her. The putrid odors invaded her nose, all too pungent even from the distance away that he was. Her face wrinkled slightly in disgust. This was exactly why Naleh seldom went to bars. She sighed, and spoke to him gently but firmly. "Thank you, but I am not interested in dancing. Please, just go away." Maybe this time the oaf would take the hint and just leave. Fat chance. He sat down next to her, moving his face right next to hers. "Naww, a pretty thing like you shouldn't be alone on a night like this…" he attempted to pause dramatically. He only succeeded in sounding drunk and confused. "The boogeyman might come and GET YOU!" On the last two words, obviously trying to be clever, he reached over fumblingly for her breast. Naleh gave a disgusted sigh and shoved the intruding hand away from her. Pity he had her trapped against the wall; otherwise she could stand up and walk away. But the jerk had her trapped in the damn booth. She tried to shove him away from her and out of the booth, but he was too heavy for her meager stature. "I told you, I'm not interested. Now just get away from me!" The oaf chuckled at this. Doubtless, he was preparing another idiotic remark, but he was interrupted by a sharp voice. "I think the lady has made it quite clear she wishes to be left alone." Naleh looked up, entranced by smooth, Inner-Core accent to see the man she had been so entranced with earlier. So her vision had come to her rescue! The stranger made an odd waving motion with his hand, then spoke again. "You will leave this woman alone." His words were almost a monotone, and Naleh frowned. Such a phrase may have worked, if the man had put more of a threat into it. As it was, she could only envision the drunk laughing. Instead, much to Naleh's surprise, her unwelcome visitor's eyes went blank, and he dutifully repeated the other man's words. Her rescuer made the motion again, telling the man to go home and sober up. To Naleh's astonishment, the drunken fop repeated the words, then stood and left. Naleh watched him go, then turned back to her rescuer. He offered a smile that made her melt into a puddle. "May I sit here?" He gestured to the seat across from hers. Naleh nod dazedly; his smile combined with that accent that caresses her ears…and of course the hat. Force, this man only grew more attractive by the second. She swallowed and nodded. "Of course. And thanks for the rescue…" Naleh trailed off, hoping he would take the hint and offer his name. "Obi Wan, and you are most welcome." He took her hand and brought it to his lips, said lips and breath caressing the back of her hand as his eyes held her captive. "To tell the truth, I am almost grateful for him." Naleh blinked in confusion at this, and he flashed her his killer smile again. Melt. "I have been trying to work up the courage to introduce myself to you for the past half hour. This provided an excellent excuse, miss…" Naleh swallowed, and croaked her name. He gave her a sweet smile. "Divine," he whispered, and closed his eyes as he kissed the back of her hand. Sweet Force…did the man know how to charm a girl, or what? "So," Naleh said shakily. "What brings you here tonight?" Naleh tried to regain her scrambled wits, but they all flew out the window when he smiled at her again. She found her eyes drawn to his hat; the way it made his otherwise honest face seem rakish, and the mystery the slight tilt lent to his face. She swallowed and forced herself to pay attention to his words. "My crew is on leave, and I thought I would take some time off myself." Naleh blinked at his words. "Your crew? What, are in you in the army, or something?" Obi Wan grimaced. "I wish circumstanced dictated otherwise, but I'm afraid I am." His fingers absently caressed the back of Naleh's wrist, sending shivers up her arm and down her spine. "You must have been working hard lately." Naleh's voice came out soft and sympathetic. The area near them had been alive with activity lately; anyone in the military had to have been hard pressed. Obi Wan grimaced again, then turned his piercing aqua gaze on her. "Very. And so I hoped I might find…release here." He continued his caress on the back of Naleh's wrist. She was surprised at how quickly such a gesture aroused her. "I-" Naleh stammered, no longer sure what it was she wanted to say. His eyes drove every thought out of her head. She was suddenly possessed with the thought of dragging him onto the table and mounting him then and there. He let out a startled gasp, and stiffened slightly. Naleh frowned, fear rushing though her. Had she offended him somehow? Obi Wan's expression cleared at this, and he abruptly drew her hand up to his mouth, kissing and suckling at the soft skin on the back of her wrist. Naleh let out a small moan. "You project very…enthusiastically, my dear." Naleh blinked at this. "Wha-what are you talking about?" She managed in between moans. Obi Wan smiled. "I am a Jedi, dear lady. You project your…desires very clearly." His voice deepened with arousal. "Why do you not act on them?" Naleh tried to sort through the new information, but his lips on her wrist made any sort of thinking impossible. Underneath the table, she slipped off on shoe, and lifted her foot and placed it strategically. It was time to make him moan. Obi Wan's eyes went as wide as saucers. His hand clenched hers spasmodically and he visibly held in a groan as he felt her foot caressing his member. His eyes locked on hers, and she saw a mischievous light shining in them. "Minx," he hissed. "How do you like it when I do it?" Naleh gasped as she abruptly felt a hand beneath her pants and panties softly stroking her just at her opening. She grasped his hand still holding hers, and leaned forward towards him, the table digging into her waist. He laughed softly. "Do you like that, love?" She heard him tease. Naleh's mouth twisted, and she managed to stroke him more through her intense pleasure. His eyes burned into hers, as she felt him harden against her foot. "Perhaps we should take this somewhere more…private. Do you have a transport somewhere?" Obi Wan's voice was deep with arousal. Naleh gasped as the invisible hand found her clit. She closed her eyes, swallowed, and nodded. Obi Wan's hand slipped under the table and caressed her foot. With all of the caressing, Naleh barely managed to retrieve her foot and slip it back into her shoe. It took her longer then usual, though, as Obi Wan never stopped his Force-caressing. He finally stopped himself, though, as they both stood. Thank the Force. She could barely see the door straight with his "attention", let alone be able to drive. He placed one hand protectively on the small of her back, and she could feel the heat rolling off of him. The cool air outside the bar assaulted Naleh's overheated skin. She paused for a moment, leaning back to enjoy the breeze. It was only a moment before a solid body slammed into hers and shoved her against the outside wall of the bar. She opened her eyes to see Obi Wan (no surprise there), his eyes a deep jade green. She only had time for a puzzled frown before his lips were on hers, kissing her passionately. One hand clenched the fabric of her shirt at her lower back, pinning her body to his. The other hand drifted up to cradle the back of her head, holding her captive to the wild kiss. Her hands drifted up to his face, and she groaned as his hips ground against hers. He finally ripped his lips from hers and moved to devour her neck. "Can't you even wait until we get to my apartment?" He only growled in response. Naleh sighed, grasped his head, and drew him back to look at her. He frowned in puzzlement, and started to speak, but she placed on finger on his lips. "Shhhhhh…" she told him softly. "At least wait until we get to my domicile?" A positively naughty smile grew on his face. "As you wish," he whispered, the intention hidden in his voice making her shiver. He escorted her to her speeder, one hand placed protectively on her lower back, and chivalrously opened the door for her. It wasn't long after she began the drive home, however, that she felt a large, warm hand rest on her thigh. Naleh gasped as she felt the heat coming from that hand, and she wondered briefly if he planned to use his real hand this time. She heard Obi-Wan growl low in his chest, just before his hand began to move slowly upward. Naleh couldn't suppress a squeak as his hand gently stroked her entrance through her jeans briefly, then moved upwards. Her vision tunneled when she felt his hand undoing the clasp of her jeans. The sound of a horn made Naleh jump, bringing her out of her trance. She pulled hard on the stick, just barely avoiding a head on collision. "Obi?" She panted, breathing coming hard as his hand slipped slowly down her pants. "Maybe this isn't the best place." His only response was a growl, and she had to force herself to concentrate as his hand reached her opening. "You needn't worry, Love," he purred in her ear. He nipped slowly at the base of her ear, causing a slight moan to escape her lips. "I won't let anything happen to you." That's comforting, she thought distantly as a finger slipped inside her, stroking her slowly at first. Another finger joined it, and instantly found her clit. Naleh gasped and had to struggle to fly straight. "Trust me," he crooned, tipping his hat back to have better access to Naleh's neck. He zoned in on the spot where neck met shoulder, and suckled and licked until Naleh let out a soft cry. The speeder started to swerve as the soft suckling at her neck combined with the added eroticism of Obi's hat turned her brains to mush. His beard scratched delightfully against her skin, making her crave more. The wheel abruptly turned by itself. Naleh was startled for a moment, before she distantly remembered that he was a Jedi. "Just show me where to go." Naleh was taken of guard by the comment, then remembered that he could pick up on her thoughts. So she created a visual map, using certain landmarks to show him how to get to her apartment building. All the while, Obi Wan softly licked at her neck, and gently pumped her. On the whole, Naleh was rather proud of her concentration. That is, until he hit an especially sensitive spot with his lips. She gasped and let out a loud moan as her head fell back. He growled in appreciation and rubbed insistently at the spot, while another finger snuck inside of her and teased her clit. Naleh gasped for air, the act of driving completely forgotten. She placed her hand on the back of his, urging him to go deeper as she arched into him. Her other hand clawed at the base of his neck as he sucked harder on her skin, driving her mad with ecstasy. After a long moment, he moved up to nuzzle her ear. "Do you like this, Love?" He whispered, his fingers never stopping. Naleh tried to gather her scrambled wits enough to answer, but every pump and caress of his fingers knocked every thought straight out of her head. Suddenly, his hand pulled out of her, and Naleh gasped at the rush of cold air against her hot skin. "Wh-" she gasped. "Why'd you stop?" He chuckled and licked her neck. "I believe we have arrived, my dear." "Oh," she said, taking the controls again and guiding the speeder to its usual resting place in the garage under the apartment building. Obi Wan stepped out of the speeder as soon as it settled, opening Naleh's door for her and offering her his hand. On the whole, Obi Wan behaved rather well. He put his arm snugly around her waist, following her to the elevator. He didn't once slip his hand into her pants again, or even give her a suggestive glance. Of course, given the fact that the re-settlement of Obi-Wan's hat made Naleh want to grab him and kiss him senseless probably had something to do with his good behavior. It drove Naleh crazy how calm Obi-Wan was being as they made their way to the elevator. She was pleased to see that the lift was empty when the doors finally swished open. She pushed the button for her floor, then shoved Obi-Wan against the back wall when the doors closed. She attacked his neck, returning some of the attention he had given her on their journey home and drawing a pleasured moan from his lips. His hands clenched at her hips, and he suddenly spun them, pinning her against the wall. "Impatient?" He growled, then slammed his lips down on hers. His hands snuck underneath her shirt, caressing breasts and exploring her mouth with his tongue until she was dizzy. Naleh returned the kiss in kind, hoping it would distract him long enough for what she had planned. She slowly moved her hands down his chest until they reached his belt. She quickly unfastened it and shoved her hand into his pants, zoning in on his enlarging manhood. He pulled out of the kiss with a deep moan, his eyes rolling into the back of his head with the pleasure he was feeling. Naleh grinned as she watched his reaction. She squeezed on his penis enough to get his attention. Her eyes locked with his, and she grinned as wickedly as she could. "Yes," she said in a low voice. She began to move her hand slowly down the length of him, drawing out another moan. "I'm VERY impatient." He made low, incomprehensible noises as she continued to stroke him. One hand weakly grasped at hers, trying to push her away. "Stop," he whined desperately. Naleh giggled and ignored him, sending one finger stroking at the very sensitive spot just underneath the head. He let out a loud growl, and his head thunked against the wall of the elevator. "Love, please, stop!" He begged. Naleh leaned in and nibbled on his earlobe. Her other hand snuck inside his trousers. But rather then joining the first, she wandered behind his length to the hair nestled by his balls, wedged her finger there, and wriggled it. Obi Wan burst out into helpless laughter. One of his hands gripped her waist, clenching spasmodically as waves of pleasure hit him. The other hand grasped Naleh's hand, weakly trying to pull it away from himself. Naleh leaned forward and nibbled on his neck, continuing her tickle-caress combination until she could tell he was very close to coming. She gave an evil grin and increased her attentions. All conscious thought left Obi-Wan as the pleasure built into a tight knot in his gut. His body's mounting need for release over-rode any plans for Naleh that he had been forming in his mind. His hand that had been trying to pull Naleh's away now joined hers in stroking his length, their fingers intertwining. His breath came out in short, strained gasps as their pace increased even more and his hips thrust forward with each stroke. Growls and moans unfurled from deep inside his chest. Obi Wan let his head fall to the crook of her neck, burying it there as his intense pleasure left him unable to concentrate further. His hips pumped into their hands, and he continued moaning and growling helplessly against her skin. The vibration of his voice, his lips, and his beard against her neck only inflamed her further and she pumped him harder. At last, he let out a series of muffled cries and exploded. Naleh licked his ear as she encouraged his explosion with her hands. He gave a final pump just as the elevator dinged in announcement of reaching their floor. He lifted his head off Naleh's shoulder slowly as he clumsily readjusted his pants. Naleh watched him fumble with his buckles and belt, an amused grin lighting her features. He looked at her, his eyes still dark with lust, and she teased him once more by licking his cum from her hand. He growled low in his chest, the sound sending shivers racing up Naleh's spine. He grabbed her hand at the same time he caught the lift doors with the Force as they began to close again. He dragged her out of the lift and into the hall, where he pinned her to the wall, ruthlessly attacking her neck. Now it was Naleh's turn to let her head drop back to the wall with a thunk. His arms wrapped tightly around her waist and lifted her slightly into the air; just enough so that her neck was within easy reach of his mouth, and her legs dangled in the air. His hips ground into hers, and she felt with astonishment that he was rapidly regaining a very healthy erection. "You are a very bad girl," he whispered into her ear, the intention in his voice making her shiver. "Taking without permission," he said as he rubbed a bearded cheek against the base of her neck. He then began to trace her neck with slow, open-mouth kisses, enjoying the sighs and moans the act produced. "You should be properly punished for such an act." Naleh's head thunked against the wall, as she tried unsuccessfully to stifle a long moan. Her reaction only seemed to encourage him, and he rubbed his clothed erection against her throbbing mound. His beard on her neck tickled her sensitive nerve endings, and she whimpered. So much for making it to my apartment, she thought. Almost as if he'd heard her thought, (and maybe he had), Obi Wan abruptly stopped. He gently lowered her to the ground, and took a step back, studying her. Naleh's cheeks heated up, and she started to as him what was wrong, when... he moved. The next thing Naleh knew, she had been tossed over Obi Wan's shoulder, and he was carrying her towards her apartment as though she was a sack of grain. Only his hand explored her in ways most inappropriate for a sack of grain... Naleh's eyes widened and she suppressed a squeak as she felt Obi's hand on her bottom. She swallowed, closed her eyes, and tried to gather herself. Well. Turnabout was fair play, after all. Obi-Wan grinned to himself when he heard Naleh's sound of surprise. He pinched her rear with his left hand as his right began a painfully slow massage of her inner thigh. Her whimpers against his back were more then enough fuel for him to continue. He used every bit of experience at his disposal to torture her with his pinching, teasing, and caressing. Then he made a startled noise himself, as he suddenly felt a small hand slip down the back of his pants, and caress his balls. Obi-Wan stops in his tracks, a low moan escaping his lips. He enjoyed the contact for a moment, closing his eyes and leaning his head against Naleh's side. But then he remembered his original intent. His moan turned into a growl as he moves down the corridor again. He decided it was time to turn the tables again, and, fast as lighting, had Naleh's pants pulled down to her knees. His hand, that up 'till then, had been content just to caress, zoned in on her clit, and began a furious rhythm. Naleh's breath left her in a squeak, and her eyes rolled back in her head as every thought left her head with the talented Jedi's hand. She buried her face in his tunic and whimpered uncontrollably. Obi-Wan's grin grew wider at her reactions, and he thought it a good idea to up the ante. His thumb continued to rub her clit as a finger slid to her opening. Naleh gasped, desperately trying to regain her breath. At last, she was able to speak. "O-Obi... mmmmm... let's just... try and make it to my room?" She stuttered the words out between moans. She heard Obi Wan's sweet laugh behind her, buried her head in his tunic and whimpered loudly. He laughed again as he pulled his hand away from her, causing a whimper of disapproval. He then set her on the floor in front of the door to her apartment, pulling her pants back up as he did so. Naleh gave him a quizzical look as he adjusted her pants. He simply gave her that half grin that sent a chill down her spine. He kept his hands on her hips, still holding her pants since he didn't bother fasten them. His fingers traced lazy circles on her hipbones, making it difficult to concentrate on unlocking the door. Naleh's hands shook, making her take twice as long to open the door. She finally managed it, though Obi Wan's caressing circles on her hips and behind wasn't helping any. Obi-Wan didn't waste any time. As soon as the door was open, he shoved Naleh through, pinning her to the nearest wall as he slammed the door shut with the Force. He ripped her pants off completely, and picked up where he'd left off in the hallway. Naleh couldn't contain the pathetic whimpers and moans that escaped her lips as Obi Wan slowly regained the rhythm he had in the hallway. One hand lay buried between her legs, turning her into spastic goo, while the other was wrapped around her waist, pinning her to him from behind. He nuzzled and suckled on her neck, letting her feel lips and tongue and beard.... Naleh quickly grew dizzy. "Obi," she breathed. She reached down between their bodies, intent on making him as crazy as he was making her, but he anticipated this. His free hand grabbed hers and yanked it above her head, where the Force held her other one. He just stared at her for a moment. Eyes that had turned jade green bore into Naleh's blue, and he panted. She could see the insane hunger, the need in his eyes. Then he knelt, and she could feel his breath on her opening. His lips make contact, and all her perceptions stopped with the feeling of his tongue inside of her. Obi-Wan grinned wickedly as he plunged his tongue inside of her, knowing just where to lick and suck to make her scream. He wasn't disappointed. Naleh's scream echoed through the tiny living room of her apartment, and her body bucked against his mouth, causing his tongue to slip deeper in. Naleh's hips pumped rhythmically towards the talented Jedi without consulting her. She distantly thought that that was very rude of them. She couldn't hold onto the thought for very long, though, as Obi Wan's tongue continued to make her scream, and she felt herself spiraling very quickly towards completion. Obi-Wan could feel the Force crackling around him. She was close, oh so close. He grabbed her hips and pulled her even closer, stiffening his tongue as he pushed it in as far as it would go. Naleh moaned, and muttered what sounded like a plea, but Obi-Wan was too lost in the taste of her comprehend anything. His tongue licked deep insider her as his lips sucked on anything within reach. Naleh screamed as her orgasm came crashing down on her. She grabbed a fistful of red-blonde hair, holding his head in place as her hips continued to buck wildly against him. Obi Wan growled and grabbed her ass. His tongue stabbed into her, licking and sucking her enthusiastically as he pumped every last drop out of her until she slumped down onto the floor, cradled tenderly in his arms. He pulls her close as their breathing begins to slow. It's only then that he hears quiet sobs. He pulls Naleh's face up, kissing away the tears he finds on her cheeks. "Are you alright, Love?" he asks, his cultured voice full of concern. "Oh, Force, I've hurt you. I'm so sorry...." "No, no, you didn't," Naleh protests between sobs. She composes herself before looking into his eyes. "It was wonderful!" They both grin, pausing long enough for a passionate kiss. Obi broke away from the kiss after a moment, tenderly nuzzling her face. "Then why were you crying?" Naleh shook her head and cuddled into him for a moment, before meeting his gaze. "You lost your hat!" Her eyes were full of an artful innocence, and she saw a naughty sparkle awaken in his eyes. "Well then, I'll have to make it up to you, won't I?" End Part One The End
|