by Angela Jade

Setting - post-TPM

e-mail - angela_jade@bigfoot.com - constructive criticism and happy thoughts greatly appreciated ... please don’t flame me!

Rated - NC17

Status - complete, but I may add more later...

Summary - Obi meets a lady in a bar...

Feel free to post wherever, as long as it’s got this spiel at the top.

Disclaimer - Obi-Wan belongs to George & co; Lusa and I are just borrowing him for a while. I am making no money from this.

Tried to write this one for the guys as much as the girls - let me know if it worked. And there’s a teeny, tiny hint of a plot. But not much, and I can handle it. ;-)
 
 
 

He wasn’t supposed to be here. Yoda and Mace would go nuts if they found out. But young Anakin was proving to be a bit of a handful, and Obi-Wan needed a break. He peered into the bottom of his empty glass. He needed another drink, too. Waving to the droid behind the bar, he didn’t notice the person slipping onto the stool beside his. When he accidentally caught her eye, he almost jumped, controlling himself only at the last moment. Her pale blue eyes speared into his brain, and his whole body felt like it was encased in ice. Wow. Her short, dark hair was brushed forwards, framing her face and accentuating her eyes even more. He found himself mesmerised by her dark red lips, asking if he would join her in a drink.

Obi swallowed. ‘Sure. That would be nice.’

The red lips curved up into a smile as she snapped her fingers at the droid. ‘Set them up.’ She swivelled towards Obi and crossed her legs; her short dress riding up a little, revealing a muscular thigh. ‘I don’t think I’ve seen you in here before.’

He swallowed again. ‘I have been a few times, but not recently.’ He held his hand out to her. ‘Obi-Wan.’

Her grip was firm and she inclined her head towards him. ‘Lusa.’

The droid returned, setting five small glasses in front of each of them, then filling the glasses with a clear liquid. Obi eyed the row of glasses. ‘I believe you said “a drink”.’

She shrugged. ‘The droid takes so long I always set them up five at a time.’

‘Are we racing?’ The woman was intoxicating; he didn’t need the alcohol to make him feel light-headed.

‘Not yet.’ She smiled again. ‘Not unless you want to.’

He lifted the first glass to his lips and sipped. It tasted slightly sour and had a kick like a rancor. ‘What is it?’

Lusa lifted her first glass and threw it back in one, licking her bottom lip to catch the last drop. ‘Moruvian chala.’ She set the glass down on the bar and reached for the next one. ‘If you don’t like it, we can order something else.’

Obi drained the rest of the glass, using the Force to dampen the burning sensation in his gullet and to stop his eyes from watering. ‘No, this is fine.’ He even managed a smile as he raised the second glass in a toast. ‘To the distillers of Moruvia.’

Lusa raised her glass in reply. ‘And to their customers.’

He threw back the second glass at the same moment she did and they both smiled as their empty glasses hit the bar with a ‘thunk’.
 

The chrono on the wall behind the bar claimed an hour had passed since their first chala. Obi-Wan frowned. Surely not. Then his gaze drifted over the large collection of empty glasses arrayed before him on the bar. Okay, maybe an hour seemed about right. He turned slightly to watch his new-found companion as she returned from the ‘fresher. There was a small dance-floor at one end of the bar and her elegant high-heeled shoes clicked quietly as she crossed towards the music-box in the corner. It was an old-fashioned audio-only system, and bright light streamed out of its top, illuminating her face as she leaned over to choose a song. He leaned back slightly, sipping his last chala, admiring the view. All thoughts of Anakin, the Jedi Council - heck, the rest of the galaxy - left his brain, as he watched this one, fascinating woman. The rest of the room swam in and out of focus but she remained sharp, her every feature detailed. With a start, he realised she had turned and was walking towards him. Walking? Perhaps ‘stalking’ was a better term to use. Her long legs kept perfect balance on those tall shoes, and her short, red dress shimmered under the lights. Her head was slightly bowed as she watched him from under long, dark lashes; her gaze never left his.

She came to a stop directly in front of him, standing very close, swaying gently in time to the music. She lifted her chin until they were almost nose to nose. ‘Would you like to dance, Obi-Wan?’

He felt the blood draining from his head, and he had a pretty good idea where it was heading. One quick Jedi calming technique coming up. It helped. But not a lot. ‘I’d love to, Lusa.’ At least his voice didn’t go all squeaky. He slipped off his stool and followed her to the dance-floor. Her delicate perfume filled his nostrils and blew his calming technique out of the sky.

When they reached the dark, empty space at the end of the room, she turned and slipped her arms round his neck. Obi’s brain stumbled again, but the auto-pilot kicked in and he felt his own arms reach around her waist. With her high-heels, she was almost as tall as he was, and although she was slim, she still had curves in all the right places. Their gazes locked. He just couldn’t take his eyes off her. A small part of his brain insisted that if he did, she might just disappear. Not terribly logical, but he wasn’t willing to take the risk.

She frowned slightly and looked down when his lightsaber bumped her hip. She raised her eyebrows at him. ‘You’re Jedi?’

He smiled self-consciously and used one hand to slide his belt around so that the weapon lay more to his back. ‘Ummmm ... off-duty?’

She smiled again, making his heart race. ‘It’s okay. Don’t be embarrassed.’ She gently traced his jawline with the tips of her fingers, and he really had to fight against the urge to close his eyes and lean into the caress. Her eyes met his once more, her lips parted slightly and he realised that, more than anything else on the planet, he wanted to kiss her. Was this love at first sight? Or lust? Obi-Wan was not very experienced, but no woman had ever made him feel the way he did now. She had some kind of power over him that reached down inside him and grabbed him by the libido, threatening to squeeze the very breath from his body.

He had just plucked up the courage to try to kiss her, when the music changed to a faster, more raucous number. She smiled, her eyes twinkling. ‘I love this song. Don’t you?’ Then she was spinning away from him, arms over her head, hips gyrating in time to the music.

Obi-Wan’s arms suddenly felt cold, as the heat of her body left him. Then the heat coming from inside his own body started to rise once more, as he watched her dance for him. He stood perfectly still, hardly daring to breath in case he broke the spell. He risked the occasional glance towards the other patrons of the bar, but they seemed oblivious to what was happening on the dance-floor. He had just decided this was rather odd, when the thought was ripped from his brain as his eyes fell on Lusa again. She was totally wrapped in the music, arms still held high, eyes closed, her whole body taking part in the dance.

Her ice-blue eyes flicked open again as she moved towards him. ‘You’re not dancing.’ She took his hands in her own and tilted her head to one side. ‘Don’t you like me?’

He swallowed, not taking his eyes off her beautiful face. ‘I hardly know you.’

Her face moved closer to his until he could feel her breath on his lips. ‘Funny,’ she said. ‘It feels like I’ve known you forever, Obi-Wan.’

That was it. He could take no more. He leaned in the last few centimetres and crushed her lips to his own. The passion exploded between them and he felt as if he was falling, falling who knows where, but he didn’t care. She had him mind, body and soul, and he HAD to have her. Maybe the galaxy was still spinning, maybe it had stopped. He didn’t care. The woman in his arms, returning his kiss with as much passion as he felt, was the centre of his universe now.

Their lips parted as they both gasped for breath. Her eyes met his, and he realised they looked darker now, her pupils dilated.

‘Obi?’

‘Yes?’ he croaked. He didn’t want to talk, only to kiss her again.

‘I don’t think I want to leave here alone.’

Her statement stunned his already-frazzled brain. Gorgeous women did not normally talk to him, let alone ask him back to their rooms. At least, he assumed that was what she meant. Wow. ‘I ... I don’t know what to say.’

She looked down. ‘I’m sorry. I’ve offended you.’

‘No.’ He lifted her chin with his finger. ‘No. I’m not offended. Quite the opposite.’ He kissed her again, his hand caressing her face. When her lips gently parted and their tongues tentatively tasted each other, his legs almost buckled under him. ‘Can we go now?’

‘Yes,’ her mouth whispered against his.

He took her hand then, and led her towards the door, not noticing or caring whether anyone saw them leave together. Once outside in the warm summer air, he looked down at her small hand in his, then at her face.

She nodded understanding of the unspoken thought. ‘I have a suite just round the corner.’ She squeezed his hand. ‘Come.’

They walked hand-in-hand, in silence. Obi-Wan still felt light-headed from the alcohol; he tried to clear it from his system, but nothing seemed to work. He didn’t care. Didn’t care about anything but the woman by his side. For a fleeting moment, he wanted to ask her where she came from, what she did for a living, even what her full name was. But the thoughts left his head instantly. Later. There would be time for questions later.

They reached the facade of a small hotel, and she smiled at him, pulling him in through the entrance. ‘Are you okay?’

He nodded dumbly, following her through the entrance lobby to the turbolift. Once the door closed on them, she leaned in and kissed him, a kiss that promised more. ‘Do you want to leave?’

His eyes never left hers. ‘No.’

She smiled. ‘Good.’
 

Once they were inside her room, the door hissed shut, and Obi-Wan felt himself being roughly pushed up against a wall, Lusa kissing him hungrily.

‘I can’t help it, Obi. I want you. More than I’ve ever wanted anyone.’

He stroked her hair, cupping her face in his hands. ‘And I want you, Lusa. I’ve never met anyone like you. You make me feel so...’

She laid a finger over his lips. ‘I know.’ She traced the outline of his lips as if mesmerised, before replacing her finger with her mouth. They kissed and kissed, eyes closed, hanging on to each other for dear life. Then she was unfastening his shirt, kissing her way down his chest as more and more skin became exposed. He leaned his head back against the wall as she worked her way back up, pushing the shirt off his shoulders, kissing and biting at his neck. She leaned against him, and he could feel her breasts through the material of her dress. She lifted her left knee and rubbed her leg against his thigh. His hand caressed her leg, slowly working its way under her dress until he could feel the small scrap of silk covering her ass.

She kissed her way up his jawline and sucked his earlobe, then whispered, ‘just a moment.’ She stood back from him and his body silently screamed in protest.

A moment! He couldn’t wait a moment! What the hell did that mean? He struggled the rest of the way out of his shirt, before he looked up and ... stopped breathing.

She stood there in black silk underwear and her black heels, her dress now a shimmering red puddle at her feet. Her golden skin almost glowed and he could now see that her whole body was as toned as her arms and legs. She smiled as she stepped out of her shoes. ‘Come.’

Obi-Wan could do nothing but follow her as she walked to the door at the far end of the room. He paused to remove first one boot, then the other, before his belt fell to the floor with a resounding thump. The rest of his clothing followed, leaving a trail of his presence across the room. He passed through the doorway into a dimly lit bedroom, feeling slightly disappointed when he saw Lusa was not already waiting for him in the huge bed that dominated the room.

Then a pair of hands were over his eyes. ‘Guess who?’

He turned and swept her into his arms, delighted to realise she was now as naked as he was, her underwear discarded on a chair in the corner. He half-carried, half-dragged her to the bed and they fell down on it in a tangled heap, laughing and kissing, their hands all over each other.

Her fingers left a trail of fire down his body, and her mouth caused small explosions on his skin as she kissed and nipped him. He hissed inwardly as she reached down and grabbed him, her cool hand deftly working him until he thought he could take no more. He reached down with his own hand to stroke her clit and her breathing became laboured as her hand tightened round him. Pain. Pleasure. The gap between the two sensations narrowed and almost disappeared. She was biting him now, leaving tiny red marks all over his body, while her nails dragged red lines down his sides. Then suddenly she was on top of him, taking him inside herself, moving with exquisite slowness. His hands crept up her thighs and his eyes closed as she tightened her inner muscles and moved a little faster. He felt like he was about to burst, to shatter into a million pieces.

Lusa leaned down to kiss him, biting his lip as she pulled away. ‘Come for me, Obi.’ The speed of her movements increased as she laid her hand on his forehead. ‘Give me everything. I need to know everything.’

He opened his eyes to meet her hypnotic gaze, then closed them again as the sensations overtook his body. He came with a shout, arching his back and yelling her name. His Force sense seemed to explode, sending his thoughts, memories and feelings hurtling outwards. Lusa gritted her teeth, fighting against her own climax, her hand still clamped to his head as she absorbed as much information as she could. Then Obi-Wan passed out, just as she let out a primal scream, finally able to allow herself her own release.
 

Lusa sat quite still, her hand still on the unconscious Jedi’s forehead, fighting to calm her breathing. She removed her hand and slowly slipped off him, kneeling at his side, watching him as he slept. Then she climbed off the bed and shakily replaced her underwear, before dragging a small bag out from under the bed. She pulled clothes out from the bag and dressed quickly - black leggings, a black tunic, black boots, and a belt with the lightsaber still attached. Finally came a long, black cloak which she shook gently before pulling it round her shoulders. She retrieved her red dress, shoes, and a purse from the main room and dropped them into the bag.

Slowly, she sat on the bed next to Obi-Wan and reached out to stroke his hair. ‘Thank you, my young Jedi. Thank you for everything.’ Her hand travelled over his body, the bite marks and scratches slowly fading away. ‘You’ll wake up in the morning with lovely memories of a wonderful evening.’ She leaned down and kissed his lips, leaving them totally unmarked. ‘Your memories will quickly fade. Mine will not.’

She stood up and pulled a cover over him, then she picked up her bag and left.
 

Her small speeder was parked nearby, and Lusa was soon zipping along in the Coruscant traffic, heading for the nearest spaceport. Within the hour, she was aboard her sleek starship, the speeder parked in the hold and the warm-up sequence initiated. She got down on one knee, bowed her head, and waited.

It was not long before the hologram of a hooded figure shimmered in the air before her.

Her head remained bowed. ‘Master.’

‘Arise, my apprentice, and report.’

Lusa stood, her face still half-hidden in the cowl of her cloak. ‘I found Kenobi.’

‘And our new technique? Did it work?’

‘It did, although it took more chala than we expected to overcome his basic powers.’

Sidious nodded slowly. ‘We can synthesise a stronger version of the drug.’ He stared at her closely. ‘Did you bed him?’

Her voice remained steady. ‘I did. His barriers were nonexistent. I learned much.’

‘Good. Good. You will send a full report.’

‘Already done, my Master.’

Sidious merely nodded. ‘And what of the boy? Skywalker?’

‘Many believe him to be the Chosen One. The Jedi Council did not want him trained, but Kenobi has talked them round and has now taken the boy on as his padawan. He has a mother in slavery on Tatooine.’

‘Interesting. You know where to find her?’

Lusa nodded. ‘I do.’

‘Very well. I shall read your full report. You will go to Tatooine, keep her under observation and await my orders.’

Lusa bowed as the hologram shimmered and vanished. ‘As you command.’