Author:  Dorotea
Title:  Following Orders 2/?
Disclaimer:  George owns him, I just play with him.  Without financial gain. 
Rating:  Look at the Author's name  -- does it say Dorotea?  You know the
rating then.  NC-17.  I tried to write non-smut once, my muse laughed at me,
for a long, long time.  I finally had to put duct tape on her mouth to shut
her up.
Warning:  Contains DOM!Obi, if this, for some reason I can't even comprehend,
bothers you, please don't read this.
Summary:  Pretty much the same as last part.  <G>
Author's Notes:  Thanks to Darry for the beta.
Archive:  If you want it, you can have it. 
Feedback:  You have to ask?  Always welcome:  DSenjak@aol.com


Following Orders 2/?

You walk into the communications room quickly, it was the middle of the night
and you had hopes of getting a couple hours of sleep, if you could just get
the coded messages through to Master Yoda.  The room is empty except for one
man hunched over a computer.  General Kenobi.  You stop in your tracks,
internally debating if the messages could wait until morning.  It had been a
week since your 'encounter' with Obi-Wan in the woods and you had never gone
to his quarters.  You had chickened out.  You don't know if it was because of
embarrassment (having sex with someone who may or may not know your name) or
if it was because of fear, fear that you would get hurt.  You had seen him
since then, but not alone, and he had treated you the same way he always had
-- barking orders or not noticing you were alive.  You are backing quietly
out of the room when he suddenly spins and levels a glare at you.  Damn. 

"You," he barks.  "Do you know why I can't get any coded messages through to
the Council?"

'You?'  Oh God.  He doesn't know your name.  "No, I've been having the same
problem.  I was just, um, going to see if I could figure out the problem." 
You say, trying to maintain an aura of calm control as you walk over to a
terminal and begin punching in data. 

In a split second he has strode over and is peering over your shoulder while
you work.  "You know, it looked like you were trying to sneak out of the room
to me."

You swallow nervously.  "Why would I being trying to sneak out of the room?" 

He leans closer, breathing into your ear.  "I don't know, are you trying to
avoid me?"

"Why would I be trying to avoid you...sir?"  You say scooting closer to the
terminal as you continue your attempt to fix the communications system,
although you are having a difficult time maintaining your focus. 

"Because you forgot where my quarters are?"

Your fingers stop flying across the keyboard and you swivel in the chair to
face his amused gaze.  "I um, I'm sorry about that, sir, I wasn't sure if you
really wanted me to come, or if you, um, you know, were just -- " you stutter
like an idiot.

"Didn't I tell you I don't have time to listen to you stammer, Knight?" 

You nod, not even attempting to speak.  He puts his hands on the armrests and
leans in close to your face.  Why does he like pinning you in so much?  "My
ego isn't that fragile, you don't have to apologize.  It disturbs me that you
can't follow orders though," he says sternly.

You arch a brow at him.  "You didn't order me and technically I'm not under
your command - I'm not a member of the military."  You're not sure if he is
serious or if he just enjoys watching you squirm.

"I can change that," Obi-Wan says, invading your personal space so his mouth
is practically brushing against yours. 

"You can change what?  The fact that it wasn't an order or the fact that I'm
not in the military?"  You ask, your heart pounding as you jerk your head
backwards.

He grins wickedly.  "The fact that you're not under me."

"How?"  You ask, cheeks flaming.  Why was is so hot in here?  And why
couldn't you get the visual of him on top of you, hair falling over his eyes,
mouth slightly opened, a sheen of sweat covering his face as he moans your
name (if he knew your name) -- out of your mind?

"Don't worry about it.  You fix this coding problem."  He backs away from you
and you let out an audible sigh of relief.  You decide to indeed not worry;
he is probably just tormenting you for sport.  His demeanor becomes
professional again.  "Contact me when you have it working."

You eye his comlink hanging on his belt.  "I see you got a new comlink," you
say with a grin. 

Obi-Wan scowls.  "Unfortunately.  Use it to contact me, I'll be in my
quarters," he says as he turns and strides out. 

************************

An hour later you have the problem fixed and you obediently try to reach the
General on his comlink (for some reason you can't stop thinking of him as the
General), but he doesn't answer.  You consider just going to bed, but your
sense of duty or sense of not getting your ass chewed out won't let you.  You
walk quickly through headquarters to his rooms.  You stand for a moment
outside the door chewing your lip.  Finally you work up your nerve and ring
the buzzer.  You stand shuffling your feet for a few minutes and ring it
again when there is no response. 

This time the door slides open and you a half-asleep General is standing
there, looking very annoyed.  "I fixed the communications line."  You say as
if he wasn't staring daggers at you.  After all, he had told you to contact
him. 

He nods, his face relaxing somewhat.  "It took you long enough," he
complains, motioning you to come in. 

You peer around him into the dark room.  Why was he inviting you in?  You
swallow nervously, your breathing quickening at the thought of him touching
you again, you touching him, his body pressed against yours.  Oh, Gods, no,
no, no.  "Um, I'll let you get back to sleep.  We, I mean I, I need to get to
bed."  You close your eyes and shake your head, what did you just say?  Gods,
now he's going to know exactly what you were thinking about.

"I have a bed," he says suggestively, with a gleam in his eyes.

You nod, tilting your head slightly to see his bed around his shoulder. 
"Yes, you do.  It looks like a very nice bed.  My bed is just a narrow cot,
but yours looks much bigger.  That's fair after all, you're a General," you
ramble, willing the words to stop, but they continue.  "Um, you should have
someplace comfortable to sleep, I'm rambling aren't I?  I'm sorry."  You
finally slap your hand over your own mouth. "Could I sound anymore like an
idiot?" you mutter under your breath. 

"I don't think so," Obi-Wan says with a straight-face.

You lift your eyes to meet his, your face now deep red with an embarrassment.
"Would you believe it is just sleep deprivation that is making me sound like
this?"

"No," he says shaking his head.  "But come in anyway."

"Why?" 

"I don't have time for stupid questions.  You know why.  Come in, NOW," he
commands.

His imperious attitude should make you angry, but instead turns your insides
to mush and causes a warmth to rise in you.  You frown, as much as yourself
as at him.  "I, uh, I don't..." you stutter with your usual decisiveness. 

He furrows his brows together and takes a step toward you, looking both ways
down the long stretch of hallway.  When he sees it is empty, he grabs your
hand and pulls you into his quarters, keying the door locked as soon as it
slides closed. You pull your hand away from his and do your best to look
angry, not aroused. 

"Just because you are a General, does not give you the right to do whatever
you please," you rant, working up your righteous outrage, despite your
complete lack of desire to leave.  "You cannot order me around!"  You huff,
as you push him out of your way and stomp toward the door. 

You don't make it very far.  Before you can even get to the control panel, he
has tossed you onto the bed and is straddling you.  You lie, sprawled on your
back, looking up at his crooked grin.  "I can't believe you did that!  I want
to leave," you sputter as he ignores you and unclasps your belt. 

He spreads open your tunics, exposing your breasts.  His hands roughly knead
your breasts.  "You will leave when I tell you to and you will come when I
tell you to," he growls, bringing his lips down on your with a crushing kiss
that pushes your head into the soft mattress.  His tongue delves deep into
your mouth, battling ferociously with your own.  He abruptly ends the battle,
leaving your lips sore, but aching to feel the bruising pressure of his again.

You gulp for air as he moves down the length of your body, still straddling
your legs.  "I'm going to take off your boots now, if you move I will tie you
to the bed.  Understand?"

Your eyes widen and you nod, thinking to yourself you might not mind being
tied to the bed.  He grins, picking up the thought.  He moves off of the bed
and removes your boots.  He grabs the waistband of your pants and tugs them
off.  Then he just stands at the edge of the bed, his eyes roaming over your
bare body. 

You blush at the naked lust in his eyes and squirm uncomfortably on the bed. 
He grins at your discomfort and removes his sleep pants, revealing his large,
fully erect cock.  You forget your embarrassment and grin wantonly at his
beautiful, hard and lean body.  You spread your legs and arch your back
before you even realize what you are doing.  He kneels between your legs,
running the palms of his hands up your thighs, over your hips and up your
curves, bringing them to rest on your breasts. 

A low moan of pleasure escapes from your throat and you tilt your hips toward
him.  His hands massage your breasts and his mouth finds your neck, kissing
softly at first and then nipping.  A hand travels slowly down your stomach to
stroke your curls lightly.  His hand moves down further, his fingers deftly
moving between your folds and then inside your opening.

His fingers piston easily in and out and he grunts with satisfaction at your
moistness.  "I think someone likes being ordered around," he smirks.

"I do not," you protest weakly, even as your hips rock against his hand,
encouraging his fingers to thrust deeper and faster. 

"Do you still want to leave?" He asks in a husky whisper, his blue-green eyes
dark with desire. 

"No," you admit grudgingly.

"Do you want to come?"  He asks as he withdraws his fingers from you.

You whimper slightly, your body aching to be filled again.  "Yes, please,"
you plead.

"Beg," Obi-Wan whispers as he positions his cock at your opening, teasing you
by pressing it against you, but not entering.  You know he wants you as much
as you want him, so you refuse to beg again.  You arch your back and push
your hips up so the tip of his cock slides inside of your wetness.  He groans
loudly, but pulls back, determined that you will give in before him.

You made a big enough fool out of yourself of the day though and as desperate
as you to have his cock inside of you, you don't want to continue giving him
the upper hand.  You rake your fingernails up and down his back as you lift
your legs and wrap your thighs around his waist, pushing his hips downward. 
A loud, almost anguished groan escapes from him as you arch your hips again.

"Do you want me?"  You ask breathlessly as his tip is pushed inside of you
again.  "Do you want to be inside of me?"

"Oh, Gods, yes," he moans.  "But ---"

"Take me now, right now, or I am leaving," you interrupt him. 

He gives you a harsh look, withdrawing his hardness from you.  For a second
you think he is going to tell you to leave, but when his cock impales you
with such force that you pushed halfway across the bed, you realize he was
just backing up for momentum.  "Gods, Obi-Wan!"  You scream as his hips
pulverize yours as he thrusts his cock deep inside of you, banging against
your cervix.  "What are you doing?" 

"Taking...you!"  He answers with a growl between thrusts.  The velocity of
his thrusts push you back farther, so your head is hanging off the edge of
the bed.  The friction of his cock moving in and out feels so incredible, you
don't even care about your head or if you will be able to walk in the
morning.

You moan loudly as your hips match his intensity, bucking wildly off the bed,
smashing into his with bruising force.  Obi-Wan continues pumping
ferociously, pushing your further off the bed, his cock stretching and
filling you.  "Come, come for me," he demands, somehow managing to thrust
even harder and faster, the pain just heightens the pleasure that is close to
erupting inside of you already.

You didn't think there was any way you could stop yourself from coming at
this point and his next thrust in hits the spot and sends you over the edge,
every nerve in your body screams out as white heat passes through them. 
"Obi-Wan, oh, Gods!"  You cry out, gulping for air. 

You feel his body freeze for a second before the frantic motion of his orgasm
begins.  His hot liquid explodes inside of you as your muscles tighten around
his cock.  He grunts as he pumps you full of his seed.  When his hips have
slowed, he withdraws slowly from you.  He puts his hands on your waist and
pulls you back on bed and then promptly collapses next to you. 

You moan softly, your body aching and spent.  You almost feel guilty for
enjoying that as much as you did.  Of course, now what were you supposed to
say?  'Thanks for the fantastic rough sex, but I have to go?'  You roll
toward him, hoping for once, he will say something.  His eyes are closed and
he is breathing deeply.  You shake your head.  How could he fall asleep? 
Maybe he was faking it, because he didn't know what to say either.  You
carefully push back a loose lock of hair that has fallen over his eyes. 

His eyes shoot open, startling you.  "Eeep," you squeak. 

"Eeep?"  He grins. 

You frown.  Why does he always make you feel like an idiot?  "I have to go,"
you say stiffly.  "I still need to get some sleep."

Obi-Wan sits up and turns down the covers.  "Get in, you're going to sleep
here."

You arch a brow at him and purse your lips.  "You know, General Kenobi, it is
customary to ask!"

He actually rolls his eyes at you and crawls under the sheets.  "I'll send
you an engraved invitation tomorrow, right now I want to go to sleep.  Get.
In. Bed. Now."

You glare at him for several minutes, but he doesn't notice because his eyes
are already closed.  You huff.  If you get in bed now, he'll think he can
order you around all the time.  But you want to get in bed.  Plus, you
console yourself, he already thinks he can order you around.  Maybe in a
couple of hours when you get up, you can have a normal conversation with him.
You shake your head.  Not likely, but better than going back to your narrow
cot and sleeping alone.  Not to mention you're legs feel unsteady, you're not
sure you could storm out if you wanted to.  You sigh and climb under the
covers.  "I know I'm going to regret this," you mutter under your breath.

You settle in and Obi-Wan rolls toward you, putting his arm over you
possessively.  He kisses you lightly.  His expression is a little too smug,
but you decide not worry about it right now.  "Goodnight, mouse," he whispers.

"Mouse?" You ask indignantly.

"Ahmm, yes, you squeak like a mouse."

"I do not!" You protest.  You pause for a moment.  "You don't remember my
name, do you?"

"Of course I do.  I just think mouse fits you better," he says as his hand
travels upward to linger over a breast.

"What's my name?"

"Go to sleep, mouse," he replies groggily.

"You don't know my name," you complain.  "If I weren't so tired, I would
leave," you say as sternly as you can. 

Obi-Wan just snorts and pulls you closer to him, nuzzling your neck and
cupping a breast lightly in his hand. 

"I can't be this desperate for decent sex," you mumble.

"Decent sex?  Decent sex?" Obi-Wan asks, his voice suddenly alert.

You sigh softly and shift slightly under his arm as if you're settling in to
sleep.  "Hmm...yes, decent sex," You yawn. "You know average, ordinary..."
you whisper, your voice fading as if you're falling asleep.

"Average?  Ordinary?  Ha.  I'd like to see you try to walk, mouse. I'd show
you extraordinary sex, but it would kill you," Obi-Wan grumbles.

You fall asleep with a grin on your face. 

Following Orders 3/?

You are roused from sleep by the sun creeping over the bed.  You stretch and
open your eyes.  There is arm and a heavy leg thrown over you.  You turn your
head toward the General, he is sleeping soundly, his breathing deep and
steady.  You shift under his weight, turning toward him.  He is beautiful,
there is no doubt about it.  In sleep, his face looks much younger,  the
permanent scowl is absent and he looks relaxed.

Your hand caresses his leg softly, his muscles hard beneath your palm.  He
stirs slightly, rolling onto his back.  You continue to worship his body,
your hand traveling up his leg, over his hip and onto his flat, well-muscled
abdomen.  You lean over and kiss his chest, fingers circling one nipple while
your tongue flicks the other one. 

Your other hand descends to the center of his torso, following a light trail
of hair to his groin.  You stroke his flaccid cock lightly.  It immediately
stirs, growing in your hand.  You grin as he lets out a low moan and you move
down the bed.  You lick the base of his shaft, then run your tongue up its
length.  Your hand grazes lightly over his balls as you take the tip into
your mouth.  He groans and shifts again and you begin to suck him, relaxing
your throat muscles to take all of him.  Your head bobs up and down over his
cock as you circle your tongue around it.

You pull away from his cock, sitting up and throwing a leg on each side of
him, rubbing your wetness against his cock.  You peer down at him, surprised
to see his eyes still closed.  You slide up and down his cock and lean over
to kiss his bearded chin.  His eyes shoot open, his intense gaze catching you
off guard. "Eeep," you squeak.  "I thought you were still sleeping," you
stammer, mentally slapping yourself for squeaking again.

Obi-Wan grins and places his hands on your hips.  "If you think I could sleep
through that, you are greatly underestimating your skills."

You halt your rocking hips.  "Did you just say something nice to me?" You ask.

His brows furrow and his grip on your hips tightens.  "Don't let it go to
your head and finish what you started," he replies in a commanding tone.

You roll your eyes and position yourself so his cock is at your opening. 
"Yes, sir," you reply, lowering your hips so his length slides inside your
wetness. 

He grunts in approval as you ride him slowly.  His hardness feels so good
inside of you, stretching your tightness, rubbing against your sensitive
muscles.  You lean forward, allowing your weight to fall on him, burying your
mouth in his neck, sucking gently as his hands roam over your curves. 

As your pleasure builds you begin to ride him faster, his hips thrust off the
bed, and his hands grasp your hips once again.  You push your weight off him
and lean back, putting your hands out behind you to support yourself. One of
his hands grazes over your stomach and over your mound.  His thumbs circles
your throbbing clitoris, sending a wave of ecstasy through your body.  Your
head falls back and a long moan escapes from your lips as he continues to
stroke you, his hand picking up speed to match the frenzied motions of hips
rising and falling.

The combined stroking of your clitoris and the sensitive spot deep inside
send you over the edge and you gasp as your groin tightens with pleasure that
spreads upward.  Electric jolts shoot through you as you ride the General
even harder, slamming your body into his.  Obi-Wan holds on to your hips with
bruising force as he comes, his hips bucking of the bed, his hot liquid
shooting into your depths as your muscles tremor and tense.  

You collapse forward on top of him, your body exhausted and satisfied.  "Oh,
gods, that was nice...," you say breathlessly.

Obi-Wan shifts beneath you, his cock still semi-hard inside of you.  "Decent
or did I manage to work up to slightly better than average this time," he
asks, voice dripping with sarcasm.

You lift your head slightly to meet his piercing gaze.  You open your mouth
to speak, but he somehow manages to further intensify his look.  "Eeep," is
all you get out.

His grins at your squeak.  "You're so cute when you squeak, mouse," he says,
pushing a loose lock of hair behind your ear. 

"I don't squeak!" You protest.  "And about the decent remark, I, uhm, well, I
was, you know --" your idiotic stammering is thankfully interrupted by the
simultaneous buzzing of Obi-Wan's comlink and the door.  

Obi-Wan groans.  "You are saved by the comlink this time, mouse, but I expect
to hear you stutter an explanation later," he says, lifting you from his
shaft. 

You unstraddle him and you both climb out of bed.  You pull on your clothing,
while he grumpily grabs his comlink and answers it.  "What?" he barks into
it. 

You have to grin at him standing naked, legs spread, on hand on his hip,
scowling, barking into a comlink.  He spots your grin and he doesn't quite
grin back, but you see a slight gleam of amusement in his eyes.  He snaps a
long string of orders into the comlink as you sit down on the edge of the bed
and pull on your boots. 

The door buzzes again and you scowl.  How were you going to get out of here
without being seen? You glance at the time.  Damn.  You're late. 

Obi-Wan turns off his comlink.  "See who's at the door, I'm going to take a
shower."

You give him an incredulous look.  "What?  I can't do that!  If I answer the
door, by the end of the day everyone will know, that we're, we're, well you
know what I'm talking about." 

He arches a brow.  "Actually, as usual I have no idea what you're stammering
about.  Just answer the door and take a message," he says dismissively as he
spins and strides in the bathroom. 

"I will not!" You exclaim as the door slides shut.  "I didn't even get to
take a shower," you mutter, slumping down in his chair.  "I wouldn't even do
it for extraordinary sex!" 

The door buzzes again.  You sigh.  It was the only way out, you had to answer
it, you had to report to Master Windu. You stand up and slowly walk to the
door, you key it open, frowning.  You almost gasp when you see Master Windu's
surprised face.  "What are you doing here?" He asks.  "You're supposed to be
working on those troop numbers."

You swallow nervously.  "I, um, I was working on a communications problem for
the General."

Master Windu nods.  "Where is General Kenobi?  I need to speak to him."

You nod, thoughts racing through your mind.  If you tell him that Obi-Wan is
in the shower, he's going to suspect something, if he doesn't already suspect
something from your disheveled appearance.  You study your boots for a moment
and then meet your former Master's gaze.  "I can take a message for him," you
offer. 

Master Windu frowns.  "Are you covering for him?  Is he hiding again?"

You shake your head.  "No, no.  I wouldn't cover him, for him." This
conversation was going nowhere fast.  "I'll tell him you need to speak to
him.  He will contact you as soon as possible," you say authoritatively as
possible with your stomach flip-flopping.

Master Windu almost falls for it, nodding for a second and turning to leave. 
Suddenly, he spins and levels his gaze at you.  His eyes light up with the
spark of an idea.  You get a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. You
recognize that look -- this was going to be bad, very bad. "You are just what
the General needs," he says enthusiastically.

Your eyes widen and you gulp.  "I beg your pardon, Master, what do you mean?"


Master Windu smiles.  You haven't seen him smile in over a year.  "Don't
worry about it," he says, handing you a data pad.  "You go work on those
manpower estimates the Council requested.  I'll wait here  --"

"Master Windu," Obi-Wan says walking into the room, wearing only his black
pants, his bare chest announcing his relaxed relationship with you and making
you cringe. "I wasn't expecting you so early."  Obi-Wan turns his head to you
and gives you a pointed look.  "I didn't think you would still be here, you
can go now."

You face flushes.  Dismissed, but at least he had covered for you. "Yes,
sir," you say to Obi-Wan, you carefully avoid looking at Master Windu again
and spin and walk quickly out the room.  You were worried, very worried.

***********************************

Later, after you have made yourself presentable, you walk into the
communications center.  It is full of people working with frenzied
efficiency.  Your eyes immediately fix on Master Windu and General Kenobi
huddled in a corner having a conversation.  They both see you walk into the
room and their conversation halts and their eyes shift to you.  Your stomach
flip flops again, but you try to look disinterested and sit down at a
terminal and begin working.

After a minute has passed you steal a look at them and they are talking
again, both of them looking too happy for your peace of mind.  Obi-Wan
catches your look and gives you what can best be described as a 'the cat that
just swallowed the canary' smile.  That can't be good. Your heart starts
pounding in your chest; you have to remind yourself to breathe.  Obi-Wan nods
at you, then spins and swaggers out of the room, throwing you one last
'I-have-you-now' look over his shoulder as goes.  You press your lips tightly
together to keep yourself from squeaking.

Master Windu walks directly to you.  "I need to speak with you privately," he
says, putting his hand on your shoulder.

You glance worriedly at his hand.  This was more serious than you had
thought, Master Windu was not a demonstrative person.  You stand slowly, an
involuntary shudder passing through your body.  Master Windu turns and starts
out of the room and you follow him grimly.

When the two of you arrive at his office, he motions for you to sit down. 
You sink slowly into the chair, your heart racing.  He takes a seat behind
his desk and taps his fingers on the desk for a moment, studying you closely.

"What is it?" You finally blurt out, unable to take the tension anymore.

Master Windu's eyes dart around the room and then he fixes them on you.  "The
Council has a new assignment for you."

"Where?  Doing what?"

He studies his tapping fingers for a second, then clasps his hands together,
still not meeting your eye.  "We think you will find it challenging and
rewarding."

You arch a brow.  It must be something truly horrible.  Something they
couldn't find anyone else to do.  "What?" you ask weakly.

Master Windu meets your gaze.  "You're General Kenobi's new aide."

"WHAT?"  You exclaim, shooting out of the chair.  "No!"

"Is there a problem?" he asks.  "I know the General can be a little
overbearing and well, short-tempered, but that is what your services are
needed for.  You can reduce his workload, screen his appointments, work on
the endless reports, things like that."

Things like that.  You frown. You wonder if your former Master had any idea
he was prostituting you.  You hoped he hadn't gotten the right idea when he
saw you in the General's quarters this morning.  You would hate to think he
would turn into you a whore, just so he didn't have to put up with a grouchy
General.  You rub your temples, this was a nightmare.

"I don't think I'm the right person for the job, I think someone in the
military could do a better job.  I don't think I could provide what the
General needs."  'A solid whack upside the head' you think to yourself.

Master Windu stands.  "The General thinks you're the perfect person for the
job, he doesn't want someone from the military, he wants a Knight.  You know
how non-Jedi can be intimidated by us.  He would be more comfortable with
you."

"But, I'm not comfortable with him!"  You protest.  You consider for a
nanosecond telling him that you had slept with Obi-Wan, but you didn't think
that admission would improve the situation.

"Well, considering the amount of time you're going to be spending with him, I
wouldn't worry about that.  Soon you two will be working as one," Master
Windu enthuses.

You slap your hand over your mouth to hide the grin that you can't quite
suppress despite your distress.  Master Windu definitely did not know.  There
is no way he could have said that with a straight face if he knew.

You take a deep breath. You weren't going to get anywhere arguing with a Jedi
Master.  It would be better to deal with General Kenobi directly.  You just
hope you could control your stammering, stuttering and squeaking while you
told him there was no way you were going to be his aide.  You didn't want to
spend the rest of the war following his orders.  Not even if some of them
were quite pleasurable.  You had principles and you were not going to be his
whore.

"Yes, Master," you say standing up. 

Master Windu walks with you to the door.  "General Kenobi is waiting for you
to report. You know where is his office is?"

You nod.  "Number 42.  I'll report now, Master."

Master Windu sighs and pats your shoulder. "Don't look so glum.  I'm sure
working under the General won't be that horrible.  You can take it."

You bite your lip to keep yourself from blurting out, 'Yes, sometimes I enjoy
taking it under the General.'  You just nod and quickly stride down the hall
to the lift.

A few minutes later you're standing outside the General's Office.  "I am not
going to stutter.  I am not going to squeak. I am not going to answer if he
calls me mouse.  I am not going to stammer like blathering fool," you repeat
to yourself aloud.  You take a deep breath and ring the buzzer.  "No matter
what look he gives me I will not squeak." 

The door slides open and you walk in.  Obi-Wan is hunched over his desk
studying simulated battle plans.  His brow is furrowed in concentration, his
face tense and his lips pressed tautly together.  He doesn't look in your
direction, just motions for you to take a seat. 

You sit in a chair across from his desk, surveying the office, while he
enters data into the simulation.  Your legs bounce nervously as you try to
distract yourself by noting he has a nice view and a much larger office than
Master Windu.

Obi-Wan pauses the simulation and turns his attention toward you.  You brace
yourself, ready for a leer or the 'I-know-how-much-you-want-me' look or a
simple barked order with no greeting at all. You tell yourself you will not
let him melt your defenses this time.  He rubs his forehead for a moment and
then turns his gaze on you.  He doesn't leer, arch his brows or bark an
order.  He looks into your wide, obviously nervous eyes and his face relaxes;
his lips spread into a soft smile, not a smirk; and his eyes sparkle, not
with lust, but with genuine happiness to see you. 

Damn.  You weren't expecting that.  No wonder he was such a great General. 
Warm tingles flow through you and your defenses melt away.  Your mouth opens
and closes several times as he continues to throw that vastly unfair look of
affection at you. 

He pushes his chair back from his desk, stretching out his legs.  He cocks
his head slightly to the side, causing a lock of his silken golden hair to
fall over his eyes.  "Come here, mouse," he says in a rich voice as smooth
and thick as honey. 

"Eeep," you squeak.

Following Orders 4/?


You try very hard not to get up, but you are drawn to him.  You can't resist
the pull of his twinkling eyes.  You stand and walk over to him, your leg
barely brushing his.  You swallow nervously and bite your bottom lip,
gathering your resolve. "We need to talk, General," you say, trying to keep
your voice professional. 

He pulls you onto his lap, his hand caressing your leg softly.  "About what,
mouse?"  He asks in a whisper, his mouth pressing against yours with a short
kiss.

"Um, about being your aide," you pause, waiting for him to say something, but
his mouth is busy kissing and nipping on your neck.  His hand unclasps your
belt and tosses it across the room.  You shiver as his hand parts your tunic
and grazes over your breasts.  This was not working, you shift on his lap,
trying to ignore how nice his muscular legs feel.  "General, sir?  Sir?"

Obi-Wan mumbles something incoherent into the nook of your collarbone as his
hand continues to caress your breasts.  You take a deep breath and try to
suppress the pleasure you're feeling.  You are a Jedi Knight.  You can do
this.  "Sir!" You exclaim loudly as you pull his head up from its cozy nest. 

Obi-Wan gives you an annoyed, puzzled expression.  "What?"

"I'm trying to talk to you," you implore, pushing his hand away from your
breast.

"I'm listening," he replies, reburying his face and sliding his hand back
inside your tunics. 

You close your eyes and count silently to ten, wondering briefly what the
Council would do if you sliced off one of Obi-Wan's hands.  You
simultaneously push his head and hand away.  "I. Do. Not. Want. To. Be. Your.
Aide!" you say loudly and slowly, hoping it will sink in.  You scoot quickly
off his lap, deciding it would be easier to make a convincing argument if
your weren't snuggled next to him.  For you anyway.

You stand in front of him, avoiding his eyes.  Your eyes start to drift
downward, but you stop them, knowing that will distract you just as much. You
put your hands behind your back, nervously wringing them.  Obi-Wan leans back
in his chair, a slight smile on his face.  The smile angers you.  "What is
funny?" You ask, perturbed that he finds your displeasure amusing.

"It's not funny, I'm just impressed that you managed to get that whole
sentence out of your mouth without stammering or squeaking, mouse."

"Don't call me mouse!"  You shout, stamping your foot.

"Yes, sir!"  He barks, causing you to jump backwards, running into his desk. 

He rolls his chair forward, placing a leg on either side of you, pinning you
against his desk.  He's laughing now and you feel the toll of lack of sleep
and emotional distress wash over you.  You need to meditate, but since you
can't do that right now, you just struggle to control your emotions.  You
look away from him, focusing on the view from his window.  You don't even
realize you are crying until you feel the tear roll down your cheek and feel
your chin quivering.

Obi-Wan sighs and tries to pull you back into his lap, but you don't budge. 
"Now, mouse, what's wrong?"  He asks in a befuddled tone.

You don't answer, not wanting to make eye contact with him.  He tugs on your
waist again, but you ignore him.  

Obi-Wan stands and gently wipes away the wetness with his hand.  "Oh, no.  I
don't allow crying..."

"Maybe you should just order me to stop," you sniffle. 

Obi-Wan's face tenses.  "Women," he mutters under his breath. 

You gather your courage and gaze into his eyes, yours rimmed with tears. 
"You don't even know my name..." you sniffle.  You never act like this, why
does he effect you like this? 

"Nonsense," he snaps.  "I just like calling you mouse."  He reaches up and
pushes an unruly strand of hair out of your face.  With a sigh he leans down
and scatters kisses on your face.  "Now, stop crying and tell me why you
don't want to be my aide."

You stifle your tears and accuse,  "You don't want an aide, you just want a
whore."

Obi-Wan shakes his head.  "No, I want an aide, I need an aide.  I expect a
lot more from you than just sex."

"But you expect sex!  How can we have a professional relationship, if we're,
um, sleeping together?  What would the boundaries be?  I mean, I, uh, just
don't think it would work."

Obi-Wan sighs.  "It will work," he says softly, running his hand through your
hair.  "There is nothing to be scared of."

You swallow hard.  You can think of a lot of things to be scared of, but you
want him so much it makes it hard to think clearly.  He moves in closer and
enfolds you his arms.  You lie your head on his shoulder absently, it feels
good to be held, despite your unease.  "Are you going to bark orders at me
all the time?" you ask weakly.

"Yes, and I expect you to obey without question if it involves professional
duties."

You look up at him, a small smile graces his face.  "And if it doesn't
involve professional duties?"  You ask with an arched brow.

"I still expect you to obey, but I won't make you do as many pushups and laps
around the compound if you don't comply immediately."

You grin, although you have a feeling he's not joking.  You put your hands
behind Obi-Wan's neck and pull him down, pressing a kiss into his lips. His
tongue slides through your parted lips, probing your mouth.  Your tongue
circles his, savoring his taste.  He places his hands on your hips and lifts
you up onto the edge of his desk, sending disks and data pads onto the floor.


You slide your hands down his chest, unbuttoning his shirt and spreading it
open.  You graze your fingers across his nipples, hardening them and then
slide your hands down his flat, hard stomach.  You skip pass his belt and
caress his bulge, smiling as you feel it grow, straining the fabric of his
uniform.  He moans softly as you continue to stroke him with one hand,
unclasping his belt with the other.  His belt and lightsaber drop to floor
with a dull thud and you unfasten his pants, sliding your hand inside to
stroke his stiff cock.  

"Oh, mouse, that feels good," he groans.  "But I think you have too much
clothing on."  He backs away from you and pulls off your boots one at a time.
He reaches for your waistband and unties your leggings.  You lean back on
your hands and lift up your hips so he can pull off your pants. 

He slides his hands slowly up your bare thighs, spreading your legs wider as
he goes.  He strokes your mound slowly and then slides his fingers inside of
you.  You moan softly as he deftly pistons them in and out, knowing exactly
where to send them to build your pleasure quickly. Your breath catches when
his console starts beeping loudly next to you.  Obi-Wan simply ignores it,
his lips capturing yours in a hard kiss as his fingers begin pumping into you
faster. 

You groan in protest as he pulls out his fingers, but he replaces them
quickly with his hard cock.  He puts his hands on either side of you and
thrusts hard and fast inside of you. You wrap your legs snugly around him,
wanting him deep inside of you.  "So tight, so hot," he moans softly before
biting into your shoulder.

You bite your lip, grabbing his shoulders to prevent yourself from being
pushed back on the desk as he begins to thrust forcibly into you.  His cock
pounds into your sensitive spot, sending a rush of white-heat through you.
You bite your lip harder as your muscles tighten and your walls collapse
around his shaft. 

His teeth sink deeper into your skin as he climaxes, his body shuddering
against you as he thrusts frantically into you.  "Gods, yes," you groan as he
fills you with his come. 

Obi-Wan releases your shoulder with a small gasp.  The console is still
beeping loudly and has been joined by a beeping from his comlink.  He moans
as he withdraws from you, kissing the large bite mark on your shoulder, then
your lips. 

The door buzzes adding yet a new tone to the background music.  You both
groan this time and you quickly grab your clothes and dress.  After you are
both dressed, Obi-Wan picks up the comlink.  "Mouse, you get the door, I'll
take care of these two."

"Don't call me mouse," you protest with a slight pout.

Obi-Wan arches a brow at you and traces your pouty lips with his finger.  "I
am going to call you mouse, you'll get used to it," he says with a wry grin.
"And pouting, crying, tantrums, and sulking will not happen." His voice
returns to his usual command tone,  "Now get the door."  He turns away from
you and answers the comlink before you have a chance to respond.

You frown and make a rude gesture at him, which he sees in the reflection on
his window.  He turns to you and shakes his head at you and points to the
door.  "Now," he mouths silently, listening to a diatribe coming from the
comlink.

You make one last face at him and then walk to the door.  This was going to
be interesting, at the very least. 


Following Orders 5/?

You follow General Kenobi into his quarters and promptly flop down on the
bed.  It had been an endless, exhausting day.  You were beginning to
understand why he was always in a bad mood.  You had only been his aide for
two weeks and you were ready to bite off a few heads yourself. 

Obi-Wan sits down at his desk, slamming a data pad down on the surface. 
"Come here," he orders.  "We're not done for the day, we still have to finish
this report for the Senate."

You moan and reluctantly sit up, you pull off your boots, tossing them across
the room, you might as well be comfortable.  "We've been working for twenty
straight hours," you complain as drag yourself over to him.  "I need sleep. 
I forgot where my bed is, I haven't seen in it so long."

He frowns at you.  "What did you think?  That this job was going to be all
sex on my desk?"

You give him a 'drop dead' look.  "At this point I'm so tired, even decent
sex probably would kill me."

He arches a brow and pats his leg.  "Sit, mouse."

You furrow your brows.  "Don't call me mouse.  We need to put in a
requisition for an another chair," you say flatly as you slide onto his lap. 

"No," he answers sharply.  "The only thing about working on all these reports
that is bearable is having you on my lap."

You smile despite your grumpiness and give him a quick peck on his bearded
chin.  "That is number 3," you say. 

"Number 3 what?"  He asks warily.

"The third nice thing you've said to me," you smile sweetly and brace
yourself for his displeasure.

"You're counting?" He asks, his face tense. 

You nod, trying to suppers a grin but unable to.

He glares coldly at you for a long moment and you feel an 'eeep' trying to
escape from your mouth, but you manage to halt it.  "See if I say anything
else even remotely nice to you again," he complains.   

You roll your eyes.  "I wasn't going to hold my breath waiting for the next
one anyway!"

His eyebrows shoot up.  "Mouse, mouse, mouse..." he says in a teasing tone. 

You jump up and kick his leg, unfortunately he still has his boots on and you
are barefoot.  "Ouch!"  You exclaim as you stomp away and snatch up your
boots.  "I've had enough of your abuse!  Always barking orders at everyone
like you're you're, like well, I don't know, but it's annoying!  You should
treat people with a little more respect!" You rant, while you attempt to put
on your boots while standing.  You manage to get your boots on without
falling and stomp back over to Obi-Wan.  He has a bemused expression on his
face and that just makes your blood boil.  You weren't his entertainment. 

"Now, Mouse, just calm down..." Obi-Wan begins in a condescending tone,
patting your arm.

That was it, you were not his pet!  You did not need to be patronized and
talked down to.  You push his hand away and jab your finger into his chest. 
"Listen here, General Kenobi, my name is not MOUSE.  You will NEVER call me
mouse again!  I am not your pet!"  You scream in his face, even though it
wasn't being called 'mouse' that was making you angry, it was his entire
imperious attitude.

Obi-Wan's face hardens and his eyes turn to ice as he shoots out of the
chair.  He stands, aghast, actually at a lost for words. You would have been
bemused, if you hadn't been so shocked at yourself. 

You spin quickly away, knowing you can't withstand his stare for long, you
rush to the door and pound the exit key.  Your hands are trembling as you run
out of his quarters.  As the door hisses closed behind you, Obi-Wan calls out
to you.  You ignore him, even though he had actually used your proper name. 

You walk out into the woods surrounding the compound, the cool air clearing
your mind somewhat.  You can't believe you just screamed at him that way, why
did he always make you act in a total contradictory manner to your normal
behavior?  You didn't normally stammer or scream, but he just made you into a
different person.  It was like your brain just didn't work properly when you
were in close proximity to him.

You've been walking a few minutes when your commlink starts beeping steadily.
You know it is the General.  You ignore it and keep walking until you reach
the banks of babbling creek.  You sit at the edge and stare at the flowing
water.  You sigh heavily, you missed him already, that was pathetic.  "Why do
I feel bad?  He's the one who should feel bad...if he actually HAD feelings."
You mutter to yourself. 

You hear the crunch of footsteps behind you.  You gather up your legs,
hugging them tightly and try to suppress the panic you feel rising in you. 
Obi-Wan doesn't say anything, just sits down next to you and stares.  You can
feel his eyes on you, but you just look down at your hands and keep your
mouth clamped shut for fear if you open you will start babbling apologies
like an idiot. 

"Look at me," he commands. 

You shake your head and pull your legs closer to your chest.  Obi-Wan reaches
over and gently pushes your unruly hair back.  You shiver at his touch.  You
can't resist turning your head toward him, even in the darkness you can see
his aqua eyes peering at you.  His hand slides across your cheek and he leans
over and kisses your cheek lightly.  "What did I tell you about tantrums?" 
He asks in a low voice.

You bite your lip, trying to keep the apology from coming out, trying not to
be a mouse.  But your heart overrides your brain and the words come rushing
out.  "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have yelled at you...I'm sorry, I'm...You're,
you're just not nice...."

"I'm not nice?"  Obi-Wan asks incredulously.

You smile sheepishly.  "Well,..."

"I know, I'm a rude bastard, but it serves its purpose."

"Which would be...what?"

He looks away from you for a long moment before answering.  "It keeps people
at a distance...I don't want anyone to get close.  So many friends have died,
I just don't want to care anymore and I don't want anyone to care about me."

You don't know what to say. You could understand how he felt, the
ever-present ache of friends that are gone forever.  You sigh, you also know
he is holding something back.  You've seen him looking longingly with pain
filled eyes at a holo of a beautiful woman.  You didn't know who she was, and
you didn't have the nerve to ask.  You decide not to bring it up now - he was
actually talking to you and you didn't want to cause him to clamp up again. 
"I understand, but I do care about you."  You meet his steady gaze evenly. 
"I'm not going to stop."

A lopsided grin crosses Obi-Wan's face.  "Not even if I yell more and
introduce you to everyone as Mouse?"

"You already introduce me to everyone as mouse and I'm used to the yelling."

"How about if I just bark orders day and night and expect complete obedience
from you?"

You bite your lip as you grin.  "You already do that too."

Obi-Wan frowns.  "I really don't see how or why you put up with me."

"Because..." your voice trails off; you can't find the words to describe how
he makes you feel, how you crave his touch, dream of his turquoise eyes, want
nothing more than to be close to him.

"It must be the extraordinary sex," he says seriously.

"No," you say.

"No, it's not the because of the extraordinary sex or no, we don't have
extraordinary sex?"

You give him a bemused smile.  "Well, I don't have that much to compare it
to, but I think it is definitely above average.  I meant that sex wasn't the
reason I put up with you."

"Above average?"

Men.  "Do you want me to have sex with other men so I can rank you?"  You ask
flatly.

"Mouse!"  He exclaims.  He stares at you for a long moment.  "You wouldn't --
would you?"

You shake your head in the negative.  You see the relief in his eyes.  He
thought you were serious?  "I don't have the time."  You say in a serious
tone.  "Unless you want to give me less work, then -- "

You are interrupted by Obi-Wan's lips crushing yours.  His hand grasps the
back of your neck, pulling you closer.  His tongue pushes forcefully into
your mouth, devouring you.  His other hand roughly fondles your breasts
through your tunics.  You struggle for a moment, then grasp his waist,
pulling him closer to you.

Your mouths part, gasping for air.  You move onto his lap, wrapping your legs
around him.  He unclasps your belt and parts your tunics, pushing them off as
he slides his hands over your bare flesh.  "You do not toy with me, Mouse,"
he growls in your ear. 

You shiver and try not to squeak as his mouth attacks your neck, nipping and
sucking.  "Do you understand, mouse?"  He asks, his fingers teasing your
nipples to hardness. 

You slide your hips forward, rubbing his growing arousal.  "Yes, sir," you
whisper breathlessly in his ear, your tongue flicking out at his delicious
lobe.  You then take the entire lobe into your mouth, sucking fiercely on it.


He moans as his hands struggle to untie your pants.  When he succeeds he
slides his hand inside, stroking your mound.  "I want to be inside of you
now..." he moans desperately, his fingers sneaking down between your folds. 
You gasp, the sensation overwhelming you.  You slide back on his legs, giving
his hand more space.  He slides a digit inside of you, angling it up to hit
your sensitive spot.  He thrusts it mercilessly, until your head drops back,
ecstasy shooting through your body, shuddering against him.

Obi-Wan pulls his hand away from your still shuddering body with a groan. 
"On your knees, now," he commands.  

You slide off his lap and position yourself on all fours, your leggings
dropping to your knees.  Obi-Wan grabs your hips, sheathing his hard cock in
your wetness with a quick, hard thrust from behind.  You bite your lip as he
slams into you with short, furious strokes, scraping your walls and pounding
your bundle of nerves.  The pleasure is so great, you don't even care about
the rocks digging into your knees or palms. 

"Harder," you challenge Obi-Wan.  With a loud grunt he complies, the force of
his thrusts pushing you down to your elbows.  You hear the fabric of your
tunic rip as your arms are pushed across the rough ground.  His hands grasp
your hips with bruising pressure as he sinks his teeth into your shoulder. 

You gasp in pain as your flesh is ripped by his teeth, hot blood filling his
mouth.  Your climax explodes from you, sending white heat throughout your
body, your muscles tense and tighten as your vision blurs.  Obi-Wan's teeth
puncture further as he comes hard, deep inside of you.  His hips spasm into
you with incredible force, his hands clenching your hips so tightly you feel
as if he will break your bones. 

He releases your bloody shoulder from his mouth as his thrusts slow.  You let
out a small whimper as he withdraws from you.  You almost collapse into the
forest floor when he lets go of your hips, your body feeling boneless.  You
manage to gather yourself up, weakly dressing.  Obi-Wan stops you from
pulling your tunic on, "Is your shoulder okay?"  He asks, peering at it by
the light of the moons. 

You glance at the slow trickle of blood oozing down your back.  "Um, it's
fine.  You can clean it when we get back.  You used to hurt me much worse
than that during lightsaber class, without the fringe benefit of an orgasm."

He chuckles.  "Mouse, you're funny."

"Hmm.  Must you call me mouse?"  You ask softly as you tie your tunics back
on. 

"Yes, it's not an insult you know, I like mice, I think they're cute." 

"Cute?"

"Yes, like you."

"I'm cute and funny, eh?"

"Yes, and that is nice a thing.  Number 4, I do believe," he smirks.  "What
was number 2?"

"Last week you said my hair looked better than usual."

He grimaces.  "And you counted that as a compliment?"

"Yes," you laugh nervously.  "Am I pathetic?"

"No, I'm very lucky," he says, drawing you in for a tender kiss.