Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: Don't sue, God King Lucas. All you'll get is a half-glass of
watered down diet cream soda, some dried up ink pens, and a copy of Bridget
Jones' Diary. Please don't steal Ms. Jones from me...she keeps me sane...

Category: It's a fluffy little piece in Obi's POV

Summary: After a long day, the General wants nothing more than a hot bath.
Too bad he finds a surprise in his tub. ;)

Scrub
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I hate space travel with a passion. For some reason, I seem to be just as
tired and grimy after lounging about on a cruiser as I was when returning
from a hands-on, lightsabers-blaring Jedi assignment with about half the
fun.

I drug myself into my apartment, locked the doors and closed the blinds with
a Force touch, and began to strip in my living room. Leaving a trail of
clothing along my hallway, I ended up naked in the bathroom. That's when I
saw her.

Sprightly little thing, with long dark hair and innocent-looking green eyes.
There was a sprinkling of freckles along her button-like nose and a flush
in her rounded cheeks. She was staring at me like an ewok caught in the
path of a speeding pod-racer, holding my razor in one hand and my soap in
the other.

Just what would he do with this little spy?
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What to do with a snoop? I had no earthly idea. Well, I suppose I should
start with asking her who she was, right? The girl, meanwhile, was still
staring at me like a frightened animal. I guess she assumed that I was
going to tear her apart limb by limb. Of course, I wouldn't. She was sort
of cute.

"Who are you and what are you doing in my apartment?" Ok, so that came out
harsher than intended. Sue me. She merely put my razor and soap down and
let out a long sigh. Then, I saw the sparkling tears welling in her eyes.
Sithspit. I can't stand it when a woman cries. I've seen more things than
any sane person probably should in his lifetime, but I'm still sensitive at
heart.

"Now, now. I don't allow crying." I tried to comfort her a bit, but I had
no experience with that sort of thing. I was jaded on relationships ever
since I was a padawan and Princess Cerie of Alderaan turned me down. Wasn't
worth the effort to put my heart out on the line to just have it stomped on.
I merely settled for rubbing her shoulders for a moment until the sobs
stopped racking her body. When she'd dried her eyes, she opened her mouth
to speak.

"I'm rushing. The girls in the pilots academy started a sorority and I'm
trying to join. They told me I had to break into your apartment and steal
something of yours." She looked downcast and I understood. She was just
trying to snatch something of mine so she could get into a club. Well, it
was a good thing that I wasn't falling for a kleptomaniac.

"You do know I'm going to have to punish you, right?" Oh son of a whoring
sith. I can't even flirt decently. Oh yes, grand, Obi-Wan Kenobi.
Proposition a woman in such a way that she thinks you're going to prosecute
her. To my surprise she laughed. I took that as a good sign and moved in
to kiss her. I didn't expect to fall into the bathtub myself.

"Hello. My name is Obi-Wan Kenobi. Who might you be?" I cracked up then,
and so did she. Something about landing on top of a woman in a bathtub
without water or sex involved was hillarious.

"Dee. Pleased to meet you General Kenobi." I groaned. I'd hoped she
wouldn't mention that little tidbit. Sure, being a general had its
advantages, but normally people treated me different. Now, the woman was
going to be all cold and aloof.

"Nope. Not a general. Obi-Wan. Or Ben, if you so desire." She smiled
softly and whispered under her breath. I couldn't hear her so I leaned in
closer. Her soft lips pressed against my ear and breathed an erotic
message.

"Ben, darling. You're crushing me. Move." Somehow I didn't expect that.
I shifted around enough to allow her on top, not yet willing to end this intimate conversation. My body had other ideas, wanting to end the
conversation and move on to more pleasureable things. She settled into my
chest and propped up slightly, allowing her to look into my eyes.

"You have beautiful eyes, Ben. Anyone ever told you that?" I was aghast.
Nobody had ever complimented my eyes before, least of all a woman straddling
me in a bathtub.

"No. Never. Thank you." She smiled again and plucked at my shirt. "Now
this has to go," she said with a leer. I allowed her to pull the shirt off
and she did likewise. The feeling of skin against skin was amazing, and I
worked on pulling her shorts off. While I was thus occupied, she somehow
managed to remove my pants and boots, and kick off her sandals. I suppose I
dawdled a bit. What's a man to do when faced with such a nice ass?

Being in the bathtub prevented a lot of foreplay, but I somehow managed to
pull her up enough so she was straddling my face. I thrust my tongue into
her steaming pussy, surprised she was already wet for me. I must be better
than I thought. A few minutes later, however, she slid away from me. I
looked at her, puzzled, but then was greeted with that steaming warmth
enveloping my cock. Oh gods, she felt good. She was tight and hot and wet
and ngghhh. We kissed then, for the first time in our short relationship,
and she finally began to move at an agonizing pace.

Ok, this had to speed up. Not that I minded slow sex, I normally enjoyed
taking my time, but my back was killing me. Somehow my soap had ended up
under the small of my back and was making my life a living hell. I grabbed
her hips and helped her along, causing her to make a small gasping noise.
Hell, I wished I'd had a holovid recorder. I would have liked to listen to
that sound on loop for hours before I had to do anything related to my job.
Maybe then I wouldn't be such a hard-ass.

We came simultaneously, a miracle in itself. Dee propped up and did
something so flexible I could only dream of having her do it again. Anyway,
she'd managed to get out and dress, giggling a little when she saw me still
in the tub. She pulled me out and surveyed the bathroom while I dressed.
She could have watched, but apparently she was a lady.

"Whatcha lookin for, love?" I said as I fastened my belt. She laughed a
little and said, "Something to take to my new sorority sisters. I need to
prove I was here." I thought for a moment, and then pulled my pants off
again.

"Hey, I'm not ready for THAT again, mister!" I shook my head no and shucked
off my boxers, tossing them to her. She caught them and looked at me,
finally understanding. I went back to my bedroom, bare-assed, and found a
fresh pair. I pulled them and my pants on, kissed her goodbye, and pondered
what all the events of the day. All I wanted was a hot bath.
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The End

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