Title: Adventures In Raising Padawans

Rating: Oh, NC-17

Category: Humor

Characters: Obi-wan and lil Ani..and some originals

Disclaimer: I dont own anyone but Isabel ben Ardeth. Don't sue, oh flannel
god.

Note: Teeniny tiny spoiler for the book, "Rogue Planet." In fact, if you
haven't read the book, you won't even see it.

Have fun, Rayna! Hope this eases the tension of writing code!
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Anakin Skywalker had to be the most irritating child he'd ever met. Obi-Wan
Kenobi sighed and tried once again to locate his young apprentice within the
Force, but it was to no avail as the talented prodigy had masked his Force
signature.

Obi-Wan sighed again and put on his boots for another late-night trek
through Coruscant's underbelly. Highly most likely, Anakin had found some
new extreme sport to participate in, like the time he discovered the garbage
pit races.

As he was putting on his cloak, he felt a sheepish Anakin touch his mind.

/Master? I'm at Isabel ben Ardeth's shop. It's in the middle levels, I
swear./

Obi-Wan smiled. He knew the place, a well-kept mechanic's shop where the
Republic got their fleets tuned. "Isabel," he mused aloud, "How *do* you
make him behave?" Anakin was a regular at the woman's shop, often repairing
small engines free of charge and lightening her perpetually-huge workload.

He had never met Isabel personally, but she was rumored to be both beautiful
and single. Anakin had mentioned that she was a small woman, but no more
details than that. He was more interested in hyperdrive engines at this
point in his life, and the lovely Queen "Padmé" Amidala.

Hopping into his speeder, he quickly found the shop, a small, cozy place on
the sixty-second level. The garage was a level directly below the main
shop. He parked, and walked inside planning the most torturous punishment
for his young padawan.

"Master! Look! She has the TX-40 cloudspeeder in!" Obi-Wan looked at the
red speeder, noting that it had a relatively strong set of thrusters for
such a small craft. It was then that he saw her.

She was petite, as Anakin had said, but possessed an ethereal beauty that
took the words from Obi-Wan's mouth. She had exotic blue-green eyes set in
a heart shaped face and a cloud of waist-length dark hair. Her skin was like
Alderaani porcelain, smooth and free of blemishes.

As he stood drooling over her, he didn't register his Padawan's taunts.

"Master's got a cru-ush....." Obi-Wan snapped his head up and leveled a
piercing gaze on Anakin.

"Anakin." His voice was calm, but full of Jediesque reprimand. Isabel
recognized it, and tried to intervene for the small boy.

"He didn't mean any harm, Master Kenobi. He's just a boy. Besides, I'd
like to keep him alive. I'll actually have tomorrow off thanks to him."
Isabel ruffled Anakin's blonde hair and gave him a dimpled smile. "Why
don't you re-configure those power converters and I'll bail you out, ok?"
Anakin let out a whoop and ran to repair the converters, hoping that his
punishment from Obi-Wan wouldn't be very severe.

Isabel flashed Obi-Wan with her smile and launched into a campaign to
prevent the padawan's punishment. She tried to play up her charm, unaware
that the Jedi knight was very uncomfortable in this situation. He'd been
with women before, of course, but they had always been fellow Jedi. They'd
also been in his padawan years, not recently.

"Please, don't punish him Master Kenobi. I asked him to stay late to help
me clear out my backlog. I wanted a day off tomorrow and Ani was more than
willing to help me out...." Obi-Wan smilled and waved his hand in a
flippant manner.

"It is no problem. I'll reprimand him on the importance of telling me where
he is and leave it at that. Now you, you need to be punished." His lips
quirked up in a suggestive smile.

"Are you flirting with me, Master Kenobi?" Isabel flashed him another
million-watt smile and was chanting to herself, *Please be flirting, please
be flirting...*

"Why, Jedi do not *flirt* Miss Ardeth. They merely take what they want, or
in your case, ravish." He winked then, and called to Anakin.

"Anakin, time to go. Bid Miss Ardeth farewell and let's be off. Master
Yoda will not be pleased if you fall asleep in history tomorrow." Obi-Wan
smiled at Isabel once more, and directed his next comment to her.

"You know, uh, since you have tomorrow off and all, uh, could we go to
dinner?" Obi-Wan felt a blush spread across his face. He had never asked a
civilian woman out before and had just made a fool of himself. Women at the
Temple were much easier to deal with, most were more tongue-tied than he.

"Master Kenobi, I would love to join you for dinner. In fact, I'll even
MAKE you dinner. Come to my apartment at seven tomorrow, it's right above
the shop." Isabel bent down and brushed Anakin's cheek with a kiss while he
made a rotten face.

"Ugh, I hate it when you do that, Isabel." Isabel merely smiled and ruffled
his hair.

"Hey, are Jedi knights allowed kisses and hair ruffles too?" Obi-Wan smiled
again, and Anakin groaned. His master had never been this giddy before.

Isabel laughed and touched her lips to his cheek and ruffled his longish
hair. The man was a character to say the least, and a good father-figure to
Anakin.

~The Next Day~

Isabel bustled around her kitchen, trying to find the oregano she'd somehow
misplaced. Ord Mantellan pasta was harder than she thought. Master Kenobi
was going to be there any minute and she wasn't even dressed! She finally
found the oregano, tossed it in, and went back to her bedroom to change.

She slipped into a soft coral colored dress that was off the shoulder and
fell right below her knees. She put pearl drops in her ears and pulled her
hair into a dignified chignon. She hoped she didn't look too fussy. She
slid into her pumps and took a last spin around her full-length mirror. As
perfect as she was going to get.

She went to her wine cabinet and pulled out a bottle of vintage Nubian and
put it on ice. She tried to keep from fidgeting, but she was wondering
where in the sith he was. Finally, her doorbell rang.

She opened the door and her jaw hit the floor. He was dressed in civilian
clothes, a billowy black silk shirt and black leather pants. He was wearing
tall, black boots. Boots that just oozed sexuality and screamed, "Fuck me."

"You know, I have a face," he teased, gently lifting Isabel's chin to look
into her eyes. She was beautiful tonight, more so than last night and he
had found her stunning then.

"You're so beautiful you make my eyes ache," he whispered, brushing a kiss
on her cheek. Isabel merely stood there, shell-shocked at his appearance
and actions.

"So, do I get to come in or what?" Isabel moved out of his way
not-so-gracefully and ended up sprawled on her rug.

"Damn heels. I never get used to them." Obi-Wan smiled and helped her up,
pulling her in close. This close, she was able to see his eyes for the
first time, their depths a mercurial green, blue and grey all mixed
together. She kissed the tip of his nose and he leaned in for a deeper
kiss. It was then her timer went off.

"Let me get that before your dinner burns, Master Kenobi." He released her
reluctantly and she bent to retrieve the pan from the oven. Whatever it
was, it smelled good. She placed it on the table and cracked open a bottle
of vintage Nubian red.

Obi-Wan sat down and attacked his plate of pasta, not realizing just how
hungry he was. Apparently, he was a messy eater because Isabel leaned over
with a napkin to swipe red sauce off his freshly-shaven chin. She
apparently thought better of it, and her tongue snaked out to lick the sauce
away. Obi-Wan shuddered and smiled when he saw her amused face.

"You taste good, Master Kenobi." Isabel went back to her food, staring into
her plate as if it held the divine secrets of the universe. It was then she
heard his voice in her ear.

"You can call me Obi-Wan, Isabel. C'mon, let's go *taste* each other, shall
we?" Isabel smiled and got up from her chair. Obi-Wan pulled her in for a
kiss, their first real kiss.

It was mindblowing. He seemed to know everything about her, knew how to
caress her skin as he teased her lower lip. He knew that she loved to be
kissed on her neck, but not bitten...it was uncanny. He scooped her into
his arms and asked her where the bedroom was. She flicked her hand to the
left and he opened the door. He laid her on the bed gently and went to work
taking her clothes off.

He slid the heels off her feet, and carefully placed them in her closet so
he wouldn't trip on them later. He teased her dress down, pleased when he
found she wasn't wearing a bra. Soon, she was lying there in her panties
and begging for him to touch her.

He chuckled then, and laved her breasts with soft kisses. He took a nipple
in his mouth, sucking it and nipping it with his teeth. Isabel writhed
beneath him and he moved to the other, giving it the same attention. It was
then that he began his trek downward.

First her stomach, swirling around her navel several times before he was
satisfied with her increasingly-vocal responses. Then, each hip, blowing
raspberries to make her giggle. Finally, he slipped his hands beneath her
knees and hooked them over his shoulders. Realizing what he was about to
do, this most intimate of kisses, she spoke.

"Obi-Wan...you..you don't have to do that if you don't want to. I don't
mind." Isabel felt embarassed almost, knowing most men hated to go down on
women.

"Shhh, sweetheart. I want to." He snuffled at her opening, making her jump
in surprise. He slid his tongue along her wet center, and swirled it around
her clitoris. Then, he purred into her body, sending a vibration through
her she had never felt before. While still nipping at her clit, he inserted
a finger into her, and twisted around trying to find her g-spot. He found
it quickly, and worked another finger in and was pleased when he felt her
orgasm mounting. Her body convulsed around his fingers, and Isabel moaned
in pleasure.

He unhooked her legs and turned to strip his clothes off. His erection was
already at the critical point, and she hadn't even touched him yet. She
lifted up from the bed and made a soft noise.

"Why are you turned around? Strip for me....you can't tell me the great
Master Kenobi is self-concious." Obi-Wan smiled and turned to face her.

"Unbearably self-concious. Perhaps you can help me to overcome it?" It was
then that he ripped off his silk boxers and saw her eyes go wide.

/Gods, he looks like he could tear me in two./ she thought to herself. Of
course, she was forgetting Obi-Wan was a Jedi.

/I'll be gentle./ he cooed into her mind. That was it. Isabel was
officially a puddle.

He gently lowered himself down on her threading his fingers into her thick
hair. She spread her legs and hooked them around his waist so he could have
better access. He lowered himself on her carefully, and when he was fully
inside, gave her a moment to get used to him.

Soon, however, Isabel was thrusting against him, wanting him to move. He
obliged, striking up a rhythm that was painfully slow. He would pull
himself out completely save his tip and then plunge in quickly, burying
himself to the hilt. Soon, however, he began to lose his Jedi control and
his strokes became erratic. He didn't want to end it so quickly for Isabel,
but he couldn't help himself.

"It's ok. I've already come...come for me, Obi-Wan. Come for me." Isabel
was barely hanging onto conciousness herself, and she never came from
intercourse.

He thrust into her one last time, spilling his semen into her welcoming
body. It was then he felt the gentle waves of her orgasm. An orgasm she
hadn't expected at all. It wasn't earth-shattering, but for a woman who
never came during intercourse, it was enough to make her want to scream. So
she did.

"Shhh...shh. I think I need to take parenting advice from you more often."
Obi-Wan purred into her ear. He rolled off her and pulled her close to
cuddle.

"Me? I just wanted to keep you from murdering that adorable padawan of
yours. It's an adventure, raising a little one when you're so young
yourself." Isabel twisted and looked into his eyes, noting his mirth.

"I'm not that young. Do not forget, I knew an awful lot of bedroom tricks
that can only be gained by experience." Isabel laughed and dropped off into
sleep, her world existing within that circle of warm arms.
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