Author: Ellie    dnacloned@scientist.com

Rating: NC-17

Archive: Generalsgrrls, Sith Chicks

Disclaimer: George owns Obi-Wan, I own the chick. Don’t make no money.

Summary: The Council forbids Obi-Wan to remain with his love.

Warning: Angst!!

“Can you say that you won’t miss me? That you won’t miss my touch?”

Obi-Wan stood a few feet away from Jai-Tiel and stared blindly as she spoke.

He glanced down, shuffling his feet, clearing his throat, preparing his next

words.

“I can’t.” He whispered.

“Then why? Why do this?” She fought the tears back, determined not to lose

what was left of her composure, her pride.

“There are duties that go beyond our menial lives, beyond choice.”

“Menial,” she seethed. “I’m…us,” she corrected, “We are menial? That is

what this is to you?” She gestured to herself then to Obi-Wan as he shifted

uncomfortably under her accusations.

“No, that isn’t what I meant. You know what you’ve meant to me. I don’t

want to do this but it is the Council’s will.”

“The Council! Fuck the Council. They don’t run our lives. We run our own

lives. Obi-Wan, you confuse your duties with your life. Yes, you are a

Jedi, you are to serve all living things, but you must not lose yourself in

the process.”

“I must obey the will of the Force.” Obi-Wan replied solemnly.

“Then you are not as strong as they say. I have half the Force sense you do

and I have felt it. Through our bond, through the electricity that

surrounds us every time we make love. I know that it is right, that this is

the Force’s will. Why do you refuse to see it?” Jai folded her arms across

her chest and glared at the man standing before her. He was willing to

throw it all away, and she would not allow it.

“I’m sorry Jai. The Council has made their orders clear. I am to become a

General, leave on my mission, and you are to remain behind…forever. And

this mission is…permanent. My new post. They believe that our

relationship is only interfering with my duties.”

“Is that how you feel? Do you agree with them?” Obi-Wan stood as if

searching his conscious for an answer. Jai could feel the anguish in him;

the concern and sorrow radiated from him through the Force.

“I can’t answer that now. But I am a Jedi Knight and I will obey the

Council. It is what I must do.” He crossed the small space between them

and cupped her face in his hands. She fought back the tears again. He

stroked her cheek and spoke gently to her. “I will always love you,

Jai-Tiel. You are my only love. I will never sever our bond. And I will

never forget you. But you must admit that our paths lie in opposite

directions. You’ve always known that. You have your destiny and I have

mine. If it is the true will of the Force then they will cross again; but

now we must succumb to them. I’m sorry, my love.” He leaned closer and

placed his lips on hers. Slow at first, testing. She wrapped her arms

around his neck and returned the kiss. His mouth was sweet, hers soft and

sour like Alderaanian Ale.

Obi-Wan scooped her up in her arms and carried her to the sleeping quarters,

laying her softly on the bed.

“Obi, your touch…” she drifted off, lost in his kiss. “Touch me, please. I

want to feel you. Put your hands on me.” He obeyed and moved his hands to

her breasts. He could feel her nipples respond as her ran his hands over

them through the light tunic. One swift motion removed it and he touched

her bare skin. She trembled.

“Do not be scared my love. Let me love you. Here and now.” He moved his

mouth down to kiss each breast taking the nipple lightly into his mouth,

sucking gently. Then moved down to caress her belly with his tongue. He

tugged lightly at her pants and the blaster that hung there and she

responded by arching her hips off the bed. He slid them off her narrow hips

slowly, discarding them on the floor beside the tunic.

He moved one hand to her mound and she gasped. He moved slowly, softly

placing two fingers between her folds, feeling her wetness. He moved them

inside, sweeping them across her sweet spot and she arched against him

again. She could see his arousal, even through his clothing. He seemed to

read her thoughts and withdrew his fingers and stood. He removed his

clothing piece by piece teasing her with the site of him. Jai watched

eagerly. His chest was strong and she yearned to run her hands across it,

to run her fingers through his hair, to feel his arousal in her hands.

He resumed his attention to her own arousal. She could feel his breath.

Then he touched her. He lapped lightly and she gasped.

“Obi-Wan, please… I need you, now.” She cried out. Then took matters into

her own hands. She flipped him to his back and straddled his legs. His

eyes were a testament to his shock at her sudden strength. She held his

length in her hand and cupped his sac in the other. He groaned in approval.

Bending low she took him fully into her mouth, relaxing her throat to take

him completely. She moved her mouth slowly up and down his member, running

her tongue along the under side, lightly scraping her teeth along the top,

eliciting another loud moan as he writhed under her touch.

“Jai, no, not like this. I want to be inside you.” She stopped and grinned

at him. She lay back on the bed and stared at him beside her. He took the

site of her bare body in hungrily.

“Take me,” she whispered.

He placed himself above her and with one swift movement sheathed himself

inside her warmth. He gained speed as he moved against her. She rocked her

hips up to meet his in perfect rhythm. He leaned close, their sweaty

chests, slick against each other. He claimed her mouth again, shoving his

tongue forcefully to reach hers. She kissed his neck and nipped at his ear.

“Oh, Obi, you feel so good.” She sighed as he increased his pace. His eyes

were wild with passion.

“Jai, I want you to come, please, I want to hear you.” His words pushed her

closer to the edge as he hit her spot over and over again. Then she felt

it. She felt their bond electrify. She could feel his arousal and passion

towards her as if she were looking down upon herself.

She could feel his orgasm approaching. His breath came in ragged gasps as

he pounded into her. It took her over the edge. She screamed his name as

she came and he responded with his own orgasm, needing only to have heard

and felt hers to take himself over the edge. She felt his warm seed pulse

into her, and he moaned has her muscles clenched around him, milking every

last drop.

He collapsed, his full weight upon her, and lay there as their breathing

slowed. Suddenly, he lifted himself above her again and stared, saying

nothing. He studied every curve of her face, every line, the way her hair

fell across in curly tendrils, wet with sweat. He memorized it all, burning

it into memory. He placed the feel and sound of her arousal there also. He

would never forget this moment.

He kissed her again, passionately. She squeezed him, pulling him to her

with all her might. She smiled at him and he placed that into memory as

well. He would never forget.

Then she felt it. She could sense it through the Force. He hadn’t changed

his mind over any of it.

“What was this then?” She asked quietly. He kissed her lightly on the

mouth and moved to the side of the bed, reaching for his clothes. He stood

naked beside her, holding them in his arms and spoke.

“It was good-bye.” He said and turned and walked out of her life.

And the tears came forcefully. She could not hold them back any longer.

She just lay there, bare, grieving for her love.