Title: Careless Kissing
Rating: PG13 again, maybe R
Category: AU/ABH---I put some noncanon stuff in here...a lot of it
Disclaimer: I dont own em George. I own Celia. If you want to borrow
her,
ask me and I'll prolly let you.
Celia's eighteen now, Obi-Wan's twenty five.
Careless Kissing
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Celia flipped her silver hair over and began her daily routine of trying
to
straighten it. She'd read in the latest issue of "Jedi Hunks"
that Obi-Wan
Kenobi, hot Jedi extraordinaire, liked women with "long, smooth hair
and big
innocent eyes." Well, Celia had big eyes, but her hair was far from
smooth.
"Little one? We're having a guest for breakfast. Hurry up."
Master
Qui-Gon Jinn yelled to his padawan, trying to get her out of the 'fresher.
Ever since Obi-Wan gave her the "talk" she'd been obsessed with
her
appearance, spending hours trying to straighten her naturally curly hair.
He didn't understand it, but there were many things he didn't understand
about women.
Celia emerged a few minutes later, hair still curly. She'd apparently
given
up. She plopped into her normal chair next to Qui-Gon only to realize
she
wasn't alone in said chair.
"What the? OH! OBI-WAN!" Celia's face flushed and she ran into
her
bedroom. Obi-Wan smiled at his former master and went to fetch her, knowing
from a recent incident that Celia was easily upset.
Of course, a year ago, she hadn't been so...womanly. Celia had finally
filled out, her curves overtaking the sinewy muscle built by years of
Jedi
training.
"Celia? Sweetheart? Can I come in?" Obi-Wan opened the door
to his old
room and found Celia sitting on her bed, making a lei out of starfire
orchids.
"I suppose you enjoy seeing me miserable?" Celia sighed and
turned away
from the older Jedi. She continued with her self-deprecating tirade, "I'm
nothing to you, nothing but a plaything. Haven't you noticed that I've
bent
over backwards trying to impress you? I even spend hours straightening
my
hair...for YOU!" She got mad, relishing the release of emotion.
Obi-Wan sighed then, realizing she'd become beautiful in the short while
he'd been off world. In fact, he liked her hair..those silky curls
cascading down her back in a carefree waterfall. Her wide violet eyes
reflected anger at the moment, but were usually filled with mirth and
love
for her master. But, as he peered into them, he saw something else. She
wanted him. More than anything.
"I..I think you're beautiful, Celia. However, I'm far too old for
you.
Find someone your age, someone who can appreciate that beauty of yours
better than I ever could." Obi-Wan tried to fight his overwhelming
need to
kiss her.
Celia sighed again and crawled into his lap. Obi-Wan had always been
a
source of comfort for her, a sort of balm for her wounded soul. The death
of her master on Naboo had been devastating, and without Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon
to help her through the pain, she couldn't have survived. She shuddered
when she felt his lips in her hair, kissing her scalp almost reverently.
/Oh well, what can a little careless kissing hurt?/
/Nothing. Absolutely nothing./ Obi-Wan tilted her chin up so he could
look
into her eyes and saw pure admiration swimming in their depths. He smiled
then, and gently touched his lips to hers. This wasn't their first kiss,
but it was the first time he'd initiated it out of his own will. The first
time he had merely been granting a wish.
Her tongue twined around his in the age-old erotic dance, twisting and
turning with a skill born of hours in dark closets with fellow padawans.
Obi-Wan slid his hands down her body, cupping her breasts and groaning
when
he heard her sigh into his mouth. Celia arched her head to get a better
angle for kissing him, and ground her bottom into his crotch. She gasped
when she felt his erection spring up beneath her, startled at his reaction.
They broke, panting heavily. Obi-Wan kissed her forehead and spoke mumbled
apologies under his breath. It wouldn't do for this little interlude to
get
back to Qui-Gon. It wouldn't do at all.
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