Title: Siren

Characters: Obi-Wan mainly...and a couple of Sith Chicks..see if you see em!
Qui-Gon's here too...strange that the evil part in TPM didn't happen,
isn't it? :D

Rating: NC-17

Category: Pure, unadultered smut..as if you expected anything less? ;)

Disclaimer: Hey, Georgie Boy....you sue me, you ain't gettin nothin.
Besides, all I wanna do is get jedihottie laid! I swear I'm not going to
profit off this gross misrepresentation of the characters created by George
Lucas and Lucasfilm. All Moulin Rouge lyrics are property of Twentieth
Century Fox.

Appearances: Ms AC, Lady Sythe(happy bday!), Sara C, Haley J the Bat
----------Siren---------------

I hated my job. Well, correction: I loved to sing, I hated where I had to
do it. I had classical training with the High Masters on Alderaan for cryin
out loud! What was I doing singing in the dumpiest nightclub on Coruscant?

I lined my blue-green eyes with kohl and put my sun-streaked brown hair up
into an elaborate braid. Glancing at the chrono, I realized I had ten
minutes before I was due on stage. Straining my ears, I heard the final
chords of Lady Sythe's oh-so-popular number. I smiled to myself as I heard
her come back into her dressing room. Hopefully, if my plans worked out,
she'd have one very lovely, very available Sith Lord waiting for her along
with a bottle of very expensive wine for her birthday.

"Hey, Cerie...you're up! Knock em dead, kid!" Sythe grinned at me and went
back to her dressing room. Oh well, another night of singing for drunken,
groping men. I shook myself in an attempt to relax and walked out to the
small stage.

Before I sing, I always pick out a face in the crowd to stare at. Tonight,
the face chose me. He was...well, stunning. Shoulder-length blonde hair
shot with copper, warm blue-green eyes, and an infectious smile. Oh boy.

"Good evening, ladies and gents. Tonight, I'll be starting out with a song
I wrote myself." I smiled at the blonde babe and gave him a little wink,
eliciting that gorgeous smile and a whoop from the crowd.

Amethyst Crow, my pianist, struck up the warm jazz beat of "Take Me Home"
and I launched into the song, not really thinking but feeling the music. I
smiled at my cutie, staring into his eyes as I sang the chorus, "Baby, what
would it take for you to take me home?/Don't you wanna see just how much fun
love can be?" I finished, and made a short bow as I went to retrieve my
water bottle from Haley J, my assistant. I caught small snatches of my
blonde's conversation with a tall man seated next to him.

"She's stunning, Master. I can see why you enjoy coming here so often."
His voice was a school in culture and caressed the simple words with grace.

"Yes, apprentice, but did you notice her Force signature? It overwhelmed me
when I first came in here." This voice was older, calmer.

"Master, I came to hear her sing. Her voice...gods, I've never exactly
*needed* a woman before..." He said it so seriously that I stifled a
snicker and nodded to Amethyst to start up again. Normally, the second song
in the show is my duet with Sara C. Silk, but I decided to jazz things up a
bit. We would sing a love medley instead of mine and Sara's "Sisterhood."

"Now, I need a little help," I drawled in my southern Alderaan accent,
"Would the blonde seated front-row center come on stage please?" My blonde
looked to his "Master" questioningly, to which the master nodded his assent.
I helped him climb on stage, shivering at the heat and sexuality he
radiated from his being. Gods, he was even better looking up close.

"What's your name, honey?" I tried to keep my stage presence, not wanting
my regulars to see me faint in delight.

"Obi-Wan. I have to say, you have the most stunning voice." I blushed
depsite myself and gave him a peck on the cheek. He smelled of fresh rain
and Jedi soap. I gave him a once-over and determined that he was indeed a
Jedi knight. Oh brother, he was probably reading my mind from the second I
stepped out on stage.

"I liked what I heard, Ms. Blue. You have an interesting opinion of me."
His gravelly whisper couldn't be heard by the audience, but I blushed
anyway. When I looked up, he was smiling that damn smile of his. I
regained my composure and set out to do what I had originally intended.

"Ok, Obi-Wan. I'm sure you know the Love Medley from Moulin Rouge?" He
nodded; the song had been number one on the Coruscant charts for ten weeks.

"Well, you're gonna help me out by singing Christian's part, ok?" Amethyst
struck up the sound system and the music came blaring out of the speakers.

"I was made for lovin you baby, and you were made for lovin me..."
Obi-Wan's voice was a warm tenor, and I shook with delight knowing he could
sing. I promptly replied with my smart-assed comeback.

"The only way you're lovin me, baby, is to pay a lovely fee." I smirked at
the crowd, really getting into my character.

"Just one night, just one night.." I was proud of my little Jedi, he really
played the part to the hilt, kneeling at my feet. I mock-kicked him and
replied with "There's no way, cause you can't pay!" We finished some time
later, the crowd roaring when Obi-Wan spun me into his arms and kissed me.
He slipped a bit of paper into my palm and went back to his seat. I kept it
in my hand and finished my set, not peeking at it until I was back in my
dressing room.

"My Siren--I knew from the moment I saw you I wanted you. Meet me at the
Temple Garden in the Jedi Temple when you get home from the club.
Love,
Your Blonde"

I swear, I think I blushed to the roots of my hair. I combed out the messy
curls and twisted it into a bun. I wiped my face clean of my heavy stage
makeup and was soon greeted by my familiar reflection, smooth pale skin and
a set of innocent-looking eyes rimmed with dark lashes. The corner of my
mouth quirked up as I posed for the mirror. It was no use. My real face
was nothing compared to my stage presence. I wasn't the gorgeous woman the
Jedi had wanted to sleep with...I was just me. Suddenly, I felt hands close
over my eyes.

"What the?!" I tried to scream, but I was silenced by a warm voice.

"Don't underestimate yourself, little one. My apprentice is quite taken
with you." I turned to see the taller man that had been seated with
Obi-Wan, his master.

"I am Qui-Gon Jinn. My apprentice sent me to take you to the Temple...he
doesn't want you walking the streets this late." I stared at him
incredously. There WERE gentlemen left in the world. Sheesh, I should have
went Jedi a long time ago.

"Ahh, don't think me entirely altruistic. I wanted to see if your pianist
would be interested in having a drink with me sometime, but she doesn't seem
to be here. Do give her the message though." I nodded, and made myself a
note on the notepad I kept on my vanity. I linked my arm with Qui-Gon's and
grabbed my bag with the other. The Jedi temple was a short walk from my
club, but it was still unwise to walk the streets of Coruscant after about
ten or eleven and it was already one.

I stared at Qui-Gon, amazed at how tall he was. I'm petite myself, being
only 5'2, but this man would be taller than most women. "So," I inquired in
what I hoped was a conversational tone, "What exactly did Obi-Wan say about
me?" I peered at him, trying to read his inscrutable face. I was worried
that Obi-Wan wanted my stage presence and not me. I wasn't a virgin, but I
wasn't about to sleep with a man who didn't at least harbor warm feelings
for me.

"Don't worry, Cerie. He wants *you*. He's perfectly intrigued by your
mind...imagine, a classically trained Alderanni opera singer here in our
little part of Coruscant." I smiled, relieved. Then, I wondered just
exactly what Obi-Wan had seen in my mind.

"Little one, he saw that you're smart, funny, kind to others, and the
possessor of some rather interesting fantasies." Qui-Gon took me into a
small flat in the Temple complex and left me, mumbling something about
having to do some research. Obi-Wan came to the door, expecting to see his
master standing there.

"Oh, wow. I was beginning to wonder where you were. Come in, come in." He
wrapped a strong arm around my waist and brought me into the apartment,
settling me down on the couch and heading into the kitchen.

"Red wine or white?" he held up two bottles of vintage Nubian and nodded
when I said white. He handed me a glass, and settled down next to me,
closer than friendly.

After several glasses, I relaxed and was openly touching Obi-Wan. He took
my glass from me and trailed a lightly calloused hand over my cheek.

"You're even more beautiful without the stage makeup, y'know." His fingers
moved to my lips, tracing the edges. "So beautiful," he murmurred. My
world shattered when he took my lower lip into his mouth and suckled. This
slow seduction was the key to my undoing as I felt my resolve melt with
every caress.

Somehow, Obi-Wan managed to get my sweatshirt off, and was working on my bra
when I had the presence of mind to suggest heading to the bedroom.

"Sure about this?" He asked, concern in his eyes. I waved a hand
flippantly and cupped his growing arousal. He took that as a yes and
scooped me into his arms.

He deposited me on the bed and moved in to finish undressing me. I couldn't
do anything, I was so overwhelmed. I'd always been a geek in school, and
couldn't get over the fact that this gorgeous man wanted me.

"Mmmm...so sweet." Obi-Wan had gotten me down to my panties and was kissing
a trail down my flaming body. "Love, you're perfect." I melted, reveling
in the fact that he called me "Love." My rational mind told me it was
merely a pet name created in the height of passion, but deep down I think I
wanted it to be true.

"It is true...sweet Force, you're beautiful." Obi-Wan took my left breast
in his mouth, running his tongue across the nipple. I writhed and begged
for him to take his mouth somewhere else, somewhere more intimate.

My wish was granted when I felt him move and hook my legs over his
shoulders. He flicked his tongue over my clit and I screamed, knowing I
would have sold my soul to the Sith for him to do it again. He complied
with my unspoken wish, and thrust his tongue deeper into my folds. I felt
my climax mounting, and whimpered in disappointment when he stood up.

"Love, I'll be back. I just have way too many clothes on." He pulled his
Jedi robes and leggings off, his erect cock bobbing from the crux of his
thighs. He slid back between my legs picked up where he left off. Finally,
I began to shake with release, surprised when I felt him slam into me
unexpectedly.

He moved within me slowly, his strokes speeding up as he lost control. His
thrusting became almost haphazard as he neared his own climax and finally he
spilled his hot seed into me and sank against my body.

"Sorry 'bout that." He mumbled, rolling off me. I mewled with the loss of
his warm body and snuggled into him, my hand absently stroking his chest.
His hand curled around my hip and I could see him smiling in the darkness.

"Sing for me again, Blondie?" I longed to hear his honey-coated tenor sing
to me and me alone.

"I never knew I could feel like this/Like I've never seen the sky
before/Want to find this inside your kiss/Every day I love you more." His
voice trailed off and he pressed a soft kiss to my temple, urging me to
sleep. I happily obliged, and tried to get even closer to him as we drifted
into a dreamless sleep.
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