"Turnabout is Fair Play" Part 1/2
By Jenner

RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: Another of us gets sucked into the SW Universe, finds out
where baby Jedi come from, finds her convictions challenged, and
spends a delicious amount of time waffling over whether or not
to "give it up". (Of course she does!)
Thanks to my friend Megan and for her illogical belief in the
existence of a Temple Harem and how they'd woo virgin women.  And of
course, to my inner six-year-old, for getting me in so much trouble
all the time.  :) 
FEEDBACK: Yes, please.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the characters, or the Star Wars concept,
Lucasfilm does. I have no intent to profit.

...

I sat up as Qui-Gon entered the room.  He looked serious, but he
almost always did. I waited while he tucked his robe around himself
and sat beside me.  I'd already learned not to question him before he
was ready to speak. Since arriving mysteriously on Coruscant and
being rescued by Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan, I'd spent a couple weeks
recovering in the Temple and answering questions the Council had
about myself and how I came to be here.  Not that I had much
information about it myself.  All I knew was I'd woken up here in a
ton of pain, and they'd told me I'd just appeared out of nowhere, and
that I had massive damage on a cellular level.  I'd gradually
realized that the Star Wars people I was seeing weren't
hallucinations, but that was about all I was sure of at first.  I
still really didn't have much of a clue what I was doing
here...besides trying to cause as much chaos as I could.

"Lay back down, please.  You know the healers won't allow you to get
up.  Your cell walls are still damaged, and something like that is
slow to heal," Qui-Gon said gently.

I frowned and crossed my arms across my chest.  Qui-Gon, along with
almost everyone else here, had so far treated me like a fragile
child.  I hated the feeling of being controlled.  "I feel absolutely
fine, and I have for days.  It's driving me crazy sitting here all
the time with nothing to do."

For the millionth time, Qui-Gon regarded me with a look of infinite
patience. 

"And don't go looking at me with infinite patience." 

Qui-Gon still looked at me with infinitely more infinite
patience.  "And how would you prefer that I look?"

Gah!  Jedi.  "I don't know.  Get mad or something.  Yell at me.  It
creeps me out to have everybody so polite all the time." 

Qui-Gon raised an eyebrow, ever so slightly.  "Interesting.  You
didn't mention before that people are rude where you come from."

I sighed.  "They're not *rude*, they're just not unnaturally
polite."  I bit my lip, starting to get madder.

Qui-Gon must've noticed.  Gee, big surprise.  He waved his hand,
slightly.  "Lay down," he said softly.

I have to confess that I felt the strong urge to do as he asked, but
I'd been forced to stay almost exclusively in bed for 9 days while
the healers insisted I heal and the Council debated my existence or
something.  I normally have trouble sitting still for five minutes,
so by now I was completely nuts with cabin fever.  No gentle mind-
trick was going to cut through that kind of insanity.  Compulsion
would, if he went that far...and I'd push him as far as I could, just
for entertainment.  "No."  I put on my best stubborn face.

Qui-Gon appeared slightly surprised at my resistance, if that's what
his eyebrow quirking up meant.

I smiled smugly.  "You know, your eyebrow quirks up when you're
surprised.  You might want to work on that, it makes you less
inscrutable." 

Qui-Gon's face was unreadable again, instantly.  "You cannot upset
me.  No matter how hard you try."  He clamped a huge hand on my
shoulder and fixed me with a stern gaze. What other kind was there,
anyway?  "If you do not calm yourself and lie down, the Healers won't
let me stay."

I made a face, but then smiled sweetly and lay back down.  "Well...if
you left, who would I pester?"  Truthfully, my main hobby the past
week had become what I called 'Qui-baiting'.  Making him squirm had
become a thoroughly compelling challenge, and it effectively cut
through the boredom.

"Thank you for being obedient, it pleases me when you do not cause
yourself harm." 

I couldn't tell if he was serious or not.  There was no way he could
seriously be saying that to me, was there?  Did I look like a six-
year-old?  Maybe the Jedi were *always* joking, but I just couldn't
tell.  "Is that supposed to motivate me?  Because I think you can
guess how much I care about obedience, and how hard I'm trying to
please you," I said with as much innocence as I could muster.

His visage sharpened and his eyes felt like they were piercing my
soul.  I almost shivered with a mixture of glee and fear.  I'd
finally gotten a reaction!  It was thrilling, but at the same time I
wondered what I'd unleashed and if I'd be sorry I'd done it.  Both
emotions faded from me when I saw his face become merely concerned. 
Baiting him would be a lot more fun if it wasn't so impossible.

"I don't understand why you persist in this self-destructive
behavior.  We're only trying to help."

Jedi!  Especially Jedi Masters. Why did they always have to know what
to say to make everything go their way?  Thing was...two could play
at that game. Even though I knew it would encourage the six-year-old
mental image they had of me, it was my only weapon, and I had to use
it.  I sighed and let all the anger drain away from me.  "I know."  I
tried to look contrite and started working up my emotions.  "And I'm
glad that I'm still alive and all, and it was especially nice of all
of you to keep me that way."  I started to let the tears well up,
really feeling the moment.  I am, after all, the littlest sister, and
the ability to cry like a faucet is a survival requirement for my
kind.  "I...I'm just...t-tired of staying in here all alone by
myself...and-I-don't-even-know-where-I-am-and-I-don't-even-know-
anybody-and-all-my-friends-and-family-aren't-here-and-they're-
probably-dead-or-something-and-I-just-wish-I-could-be-sure-they-were-
ok-and-at-least-feel-like-I-was-trying-to-help-them-but-instead-I'm-
just-(deep breath)-stuck-in-this-little-room-all-cut-off-from-
everything-".  After this the tears were freely flowing and I was
gathered into Qui-Gon's strong arms and held tightly while I quietly
sobbed. 

My deception was total, I'm sure, since it held a large part of the
truth.  I'd already conducted a few tests into the extent the Jedi
could 'read' me, and I'd figured out that all I had to do was pick
something with a large kernel of truth and then get really dramatic
about it, and they took it as genuine. I've always had a talent for
cheating the rules, and they were so honest that it had been easy to
test my theory on them.  Each time they'd caught me using deception,
they were quick to point it out...at least so far.  I kept all that
knowledge buried deep inside and focused on wanting to get out of
this room as I tried to choke back sobs and Qui-Gon started murmuring
comforting things to me.  Hehe, Qui-Gon was actually easier to fool
than Mom was!  He didn't know all of my tricks yet, and I was pretty
sure he didn't suspect I'd figured out some of the limits of the
Force. 

"You must let go of your grief and sadness, or they will consume
you.  I can't promise you that you'll be able to go home, but the
healers have said that you can leave this room in another day.  I do
promise that we will do everything we can to figure out what brought
you here and whether you can go home.  I assure you that we really do
want to help you...please, don't fight it."

I sniffed a little, still clinging tightly to him.  I could feel him
through the Force, sending me comforting and calming 'vibes' (for
lack of a better word).  I had to admit...I was feeling better,
anyway.  "So you'll talk to them?  The healers?  And they'll let me
out of here?"  I let my voice shake just a little.

"I don't think they realized how important it was to you to leave. 
They are firstly concerned with your health."  Qui-Gon eased me back
on to the bed, his fingers brushing tears away from my eyes.

I wiped at my eyes myself and allowed myself to be placated...for the
moment.  I smiled weakly.  "I thought I made that *abundantly*
clear.  There's nothing to do in here. I can't even read your
alphabet, y'know."

Qui-Gon actually smiled back and squeezed my hand.  The closeness of
him suddenly made me feel skittish and vulnerable.   I hated that I
needed him here, but deep down I couldn't deny it.  I needed
*someone* here that I could trust, and it was either him or Obi-Wan,
and preferably both.

"You state everything forcefully...how are we to know which feelings
run the deepest?"

I made myself look hurt.  "Maybe they're all deep."

Qui-Gon merely looked thoughtful for a few moments, then seemed to
mentally shake it off.  "I'll leave you alone to rest."  I found
myself fearing he'd guessed at my deception, but then he would've
confronted me...I think.

"No," I said quickly.  I didn't want him running off just
yet.  "Don't leave me in here.  You must have come for some reason."

He paused, I guess deciding whether or not to tell me.  "The healers
may extend your stay here if I upset you too much.  It interferes
with the healing process."

"There's nothing even wrong with me anymore." 

"Not that you can see, but you are supported by the Force at the
moment."

That was interesting, but I wasn't sure how much I believed it. 
After all, I knew about Qui-Gon and his 'certain point of view.'  "So
tell me what's up.  I'm not upset at all right now, except for the
intense curiosity I now feel over why you came here."

Qui-Gon squeezed my hand once more.  "I'll speak to the healers. 
They'll let you out in a few hours, I think, and we'll discuss it
then."  He raised a hand as I opened my mouth to protest.  "We'll
discuss it then.  Sleep."  I heard the firmness in his tone, and I
knew it was useless to argue. 

I awoke again, feeling unnaturally peaceful and relaxed, to the feel
of someone's warm hand on mine.  I stretched and opened my eyes, to
find Qui-Gon sitting by the bed. 

"You talked to them?  Can I go yet?"  I rubbed my eyes with my other
hand.

"I have something important to discuss with you."

I nodded.

"The Council wants you to appear before them.  You've answered many
questions from this room, but there are some things that should be
taken care of in the Council chambers."

"Ok."  That meant I'd get to leave this room!  Woo-hoo!  I kept my
expression bland, though I knew Qui-Gon would sense more.

"There's something that the Council will want to discuss with you. 
It involves something known as midichlorians."

I interrupted.  "I've heard of those."

Qui-Gon actually looked genuinely surprised.  "You have?"  He shook
his head.  "Most likely the same way you heard about everything else
about us, right?"

I nodded.  "What about them?"

"You have a very large count."  Qui-Gon looked deadly serious.

I was slightly offended that they'd checked my midi's without my
permission.  Like I was some kid!  "So?  Doesn't surprise me.  The
Force pretty much doesn't exist where I live.  We probably need like
a totally massive amount of them to just to survive."

"You've thought about this, then." 

"Sure.  I mean, it's really weird being able to actually 'feel the
Force' and all.  There's gotta be some reason I can feel it here and
not on Earth.  I figure it's like...if I lived on a high gravity
planet, I'd need lots of muscle just to get around.  Then if I
visited Earth, I'd be totally strong, because you need less muscle
there.  I think it's kinda the same thing with midichlorians."

"Hmm.  So you do know when you're feeling it, then.  The Council will
want to test your ability."

"You didn't know I could feel it?  I can't help but feel it."  I
laughed, "How did the healers think I got out of their locked room
before?"

His face remained unreadable as ever this time, but I detected
surprise.  "That was how you did it?  They assumed the lock
malfunctioned.  We don't use them very often, and I think this is one
of the only ones in the Temple."

"Yeah, well, not like it got me very far, anyway.  You know it's
really not nice to go around drugging people who just want to get out
of bed."  I was still bitter about them catching me, too.

"You know it was for your own good."

That was doubtful, but I'd already argued that.

Qui-Gon reached down and brought up a bundle.  "Put this on, then
we'll go to the Council."
He left the room and I couldn't suppress the grin as I donned the
tunic and pants.  They were simple, like what I assumed the initiates
in the Temple wore, but it was very cool anyway.  I made sure they
were straight and called out mentally to Qui-Gon, just to see if it
would work.

The door opened instantly.  I smiled at his quirked
eyebrow.  "So...you heard me, I take it."

He nodded.  "Yes, but I suggest you conserve your strength.  I
convinced the healers to let you leave early."

Whatever.  I allowed Qui-Gon to hold onto my arm as I walked out of
the room, though at first I was a little unhappy about the perceived
lack of trust on his part.  It was not like I was really going to run
away.  My opinion of his grip changed dramatically as I exited the
healing quarters and felt a gradual wave of exhaustion and bone-deep
pain build up over me.  The wave finally peaked and crashed down on
me as I got farther away from the quarters.  I staggered under the
pain, extremely grateful that Qui-Gon's strong grip kept me from
falling. 

"Are you all right?"  His voice was thick with concern as he peered
over at me.

"I'll be fine," I wheezed.  It hurt a lot, and I really didn't know
if I'd be fine, but I was just getting my first real glance at the
Temple and I didn't want to give it up. 

Qui-Gon grasped both of my shoulders and started steering me back
towards the healing chambers.  "I can sense your pain. There's no use
denying its existence."

No!  I wanted to be anywhere but stuck in that stupid room again.  I
sat down and went limp like they tell people to do when they're
having a sit-in, hoping Qui-Gon would give up, or at least get
reinforcements and give me a chance to make a break for it.  Or, at
least let me lie there in pain and die free.  I found out Jedi
Masters don't have much trouble picking people up.  Qui-Gon easily
lifted my limp body and started for the healers.  The concern on his
face made it evident that he didn't realize I'd sat down out of
stubbornness and not out of severe pain.  Well...it was mostly out of
stubbornness.

"I'm sorry I brought you out too early.  The healers would not have
allowed it for another day if I hadn't urged them so strongly." 

I felt the pain and weakness ease as we entered the healing chambers
again.  I wondered about the Force properties of this area, and
whether it was the rooms themselves, or the healers presence, or a
combination of both that made them like that.  I didn't really have
time to think much about it, and the look on Qui-Gon's face made me
feel something resembling guilt again.   I resolved to act a tad more
maturely, but even as I promised myself this, I knew the chances of
my actually making good on the promise were slim.  I glanced around
at the three healers who'd come from their meditation places to see
after me.  "It's my fault, I'm the one who's being driven completely
insane by solitary confinement."  My smile was weak but my voice was
vehement.

Qui-Gon set me down.  "I'm almost glad you're 'fight' has returned to
you."

I edged toward the door, trying to be subtle but I'm sure failing
miserably.  "Did you just crack a *joke*?" 

The healers just looked on as Qui-Gon took a few steps so he was
blocking the door.  They'd decided days ago that it wasn't worth the
effort to fight with me when they knew Qui-Gon would do it.  I folded
my arms again, feeling myself really start to get whiny.  "Just let
me try to go out one more time, please!"  I fell to my knees and
begged in a most exaggerated fashion.  "Please, Qui-Gon, just give me
this one thing, and I'll do anything.  Anything...you name it, I'll
even have your *baby*, just please let me try again!"

A look of something that might have been embarrassment and shock
flashed across Qui-Gon's face.  "How did-" he shook his head,
features sharpening to what I now called 'command mode.'  "Stop
this.  You are not going outside until you're ready."

I stood up, growing angry again.  I kept my voice even.  "I am ready
now.  Now."

"We both thought you were ready not ten seconds ago.  You weren't. 
The healers will tell you when you're ready.  Let me take you back to
bed."  He had a firm grip on my wrist now.

"You're right, I wasn't ready ten seconds ago.  I'm ready now."  I
put on my best stubborn face, the one I'd been giving a lot of
practice over the past few days. 

Qui-Gon paused.  "All right.  But if I let you try one more time,
promise me you'll go right back to bed afterwards."

"Sure, Mom, I promise.  I'll go back to bed if my plan fails."  By
the look on his face, I don't think he liked being called 'Mom.'  I'd
have to remember to keep that one up my sleeve for later. 

Qui-Gon insisted on half supporting me before I even stepped out the
doorway.  This time was different, though.  This time I knew what to
expect.  I could sense the difference between the place where I was,
and the rest of the Temple.  I paused at the doorway, hearing the
whisperings of the Force around me.  I breathed deeply and let the
strength flow into me and remain as I exited the healer's chambers
and walked down the corridor.  Qui-Gon's grip loosened slightly and
the distraction made me lose a bit of my connection to the Force.  I
felt the pain threaten to overcome my body again, but I concentrated
on not letting it bother me.  It was there, yes, but I gave it little
significance in my life at the moment.  It seemed small and
unimportant.  I was able to pull this off for about three minutes
before I was doubled over in pain again and Qui-Gon picked me up and
ran back to the healer's chambers.

I did as I promised and stayed in bed.  Truthfully, I felt wiped out
again, and I really wanted to just rest my eyes a little. 

I woke up later to find Qui-Gon sitting by my bed, his eyes closed.

I stared at him for a half-second before he was fully awake and
petting my hand again and stroking my hair.  All this affection was
really starting to freak me out and I sat up and tried to play it
cool. 

He just looked at me, and what he was thinking I couldn't
tell.  "You'll be able to leave in two more days if you stay in bed
and concentrate on healing your damaged cells."

"Okay, you were right and I was wrong.  I'll stay in bed and go
crazy."  Stupid damaged cells.  Who would've guessed those little
things could cause all this trouble?  The healers had said it seemed
like the water in my cells had expanded somehow, and that's what
caused the damage. 

He squeezed my hand again.  "You won't go crazy.  I'll stay here with
you."

I laughed.  "Great, so instead of *me* going crazy, I'll just make
you crazy instead."

He merely smiled.  How come it always seemed like he knew something
nobody else did?  He pointed to a stack of data disks.  "You've got
to learn to read some time."

I groaned.  He *was* going to drive me crazy.

...

Two days later, I entered the Council chambers and took a deep breath
as I waited for them to get to the point of whatever it was they
wanted with me.  First, we had to go over everything I'd told them
about what I knew about Star Wars.  I wouldn't tell them the future. 
Not yet, I just wouldn't.  Later...that would come later.  I was glad
Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan were there with me, though I hadn't talked to Obi-
Wan as much yet. 

Just when I was starting to really get impatient with all the
questions, Mace Windu leaned forward and, though I would have sworn
it would be impossible, his face got even more serious.  He put his
fingers together and held them in front of his chest.  When I looked
at his hands all I could think of was "spider on a mirror" and I had
to swallow back a laugh.  He didn't give any sign that he noticed,
but I'm sure he did.  I'm sure they all did.

He said my name, then "We have something important to-"

I cut him off, totally unable to handle the seriousness.  "How come
all of you say my name so often?  That's really weird.  You know, you
don't have to include it in every sentence."  Last time I'd seen them
in the Healers' chambers, they'd really and for truly put it in every
sentence.

It made me feel really good to feel that I'd maybe shocked them a
little.  Until Yoda called me on it.

"Pleases you it does, to disturb our calm.  Of the dark side, that
is."

I just couldn't bring myself to heckle Yoda.  It was too weird to see
aliens in real life, anyway, and the little guy just seemed too
ancient and wise and unpretentious.  Well, until I thought of him and
Viagra.  But I gave in and looked at my hands.  "Sorry, Yoda."

"Sorry you are, yes, but think you must on why you do this."

I already knew why, but I wasn't saying.  I just nodded, knowing this
fascination with the profane was so strongly ingrained in my
personality that it would take my lifetime to rid myself of it.  If I
even wanted to.  I just nodded and kept my head down and my mouth
shut.

Mace took a deep breath and I knew he was ready to go on.  "You're
midichlorian count is extremely high.  Higher than we've seen in a
long time."

They were waiting for my response. I just shrugged.   "And?  I
already told Qui-Gon my theory on why that is.  If this was 80 years
from now I'd be trained as a Jedi, but I know you only train babies. 
So what do you want with me?"

I could sense Adi Gallia's mind catch on something I'd said.  "80
years from now, you'd be trained as a Jedi?"

Mace was still doing his spider on a mirror imitation.  "You can't
keep dropping hints about the future and still refuse to tell us what
you know."

Me and my big mouth.  "I'm not really that good at keeping secrets
when I really want to tell them.  I'll tell you when and if I decide
if it's right that you know.  I already told you I don't know if
there's anything anyone can do to change the future, anyway, so
telling you would only make it worse.  Um...not that it's necessarily
all bad or something."  I added the last part kind of lamely,
planning to just keep my mouth shut about that stuff for a long time.

Mace dropped his hands and I could finally stop focusing on
them.  "But this indicates that an upheaval takes place within the
Jedi Order."

I just shrugged.  "Answer *my* question first...what do you want with
me?"

My impertinance was rewarded with 14 looks of infinite patience. 
Mace went back to what I'd interrupted.  "As I said before, you have
a very high midichlorian count.  We want you to bear children."

Hmm, time to stall on this one.  Talking about reproduction with the
Jedi Council was not high on my list of priorities.  "Yeah, so does
my mother.  That's what you called me in here for?  That's you're
brilliant suggestion?  You want me to have kids someday?"

"No, we want you to bear children now.  It's important that you have
as many in your lifetime as is possible."

What?  "So I'm like some brood mare to you?!  That's disgusting!"  I
didn't even want to think about a life devoted to squeezing out baby
after screaming baby. 

For Jedi, they looked almost taken aback by my outburst.  "The Jedi
here have as many children as possible.  We are happy when we
occasionally locate women who have high midichlorian counts but
who've not been trained as Jedi, and they are happy to bear
children.  We did not anticipate your resistance to the idea."

"Who wouldn't?!  What kind of place is this?!  I can't even believe
you're saying this to me!"  I was still reeling with disbelief.

"It's very important to the future of the Jedi that we maintain high
midichlorian counts."

"Jedi, schmedi.  Get some of your own to bear you litters of
screaming brats."  I really liked kids, a lot, but my mood was
darkening. 

Mace's patience never wavered.  "Their midichlorian counts are not as
high. They also can only bear a limited number of children, and more
are always needed.  It's understandable that you might need some time
to think it over.  You'll also need to choose fathers."

Gah! They weren't giving up.  A thought occurred to me.  "Look, if
it's such a big deal to you, just take my DNA or something.  Geez." 
That oughta get me out of this.

Mace shook his head.  "We wish it were that simple.  We've tried that
before.  The baby must be carried to term in the mother's womb.  The
connection to life is absolutely vital to the transmission.  It's not
simply DNA."

I sighed, loudly, though his objections reminded me of the cloning
experiments in their future.  "Look, I don't even plan on having kids
for a while, and I really don't plan on having that many.  And
anyway, what makes you think I'd just have kids and then hand 'em
over to you?  I just wasn't raised that way."

"It is your choice, of course, but you would be denying your children
the chance to develop to their full potential.  You'll also be
selfishly denying the galaxy the protection your children could
bring."

Puh-lease.  I resisted the urge to tell them they could have my
children when they pried them out of my cold, dead hands.  "Who are
you to say what my children are going to be best at.  I know what
happens to the Jedi, and I'm not letting that happen to the fruit of
my loins."

"Perhaps your children would help prevent whatever tragedy you
predict will befall us."

That kind of made me think.  I mean, I felt kind of bad for the Jedi,
getting wiped out and all.  "Look, I don't know how I'll feel about
this in the future.  I guess if I meet some guy and fall in love and
have his babies, I'll consider letting them be Jedi.  But only if I
think I can change what's going to happen to all the Jedi."

"Actually, I suppose you don't quite understand what we mean.  You
see, in order for the midichlorian count to be as high as possible,
the fathers should be Jedi."

I interrupted again.  "Wait...fathers...as in...plural.  You want me
to go around making babies with a bunch of men?!  That's even worse! 
I can't believe this!  What do you think I am?"

Mace spread his hands wide.  "Why is that worse?  We don't understand
why you feel so offended by this.  I must assure you that it is not
our intent to offend you."

I tried to make sense out of all this.  "Okay...so you just want me
to like, make sure the biological fathers of my children, which I
might have someday, are Jedi.  As in, nice, clean, sterile medical
procedure...I get my eggs fertilized by some high midichlorian sperm
if I maybe decide to let my kids become Jedi.  Is that what you're
saying?"

Mace shook his head.  "All conception must take place naturally.  The
midichlorian counts are adversely affected by any tampering with
nature.  This was all determined hundreds of years ago."

Oh.  My.  Gosh.  "So you want me to go around having *sex* with
different *people*!?  And you thought I would *do* this?!"  Well,
pretty much anybody else would, I guess.  But I was on a roll as far
as this virgin thing was going, and I sure didn't wait this long to
throw it away because _Mace_ asked me to.

Mace gave the barest nod, perplexed.  The other Council members and
Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan were all looking at me like I'd gone insane or
something.  "Do you not like sex?  Perhaps you've had a bad
experience?  If that's your main obstacle, I think you'll find we can
overcome that."  He looked almost smug.

Oh.  My. Gosh.  Again.  Was Mace Windu bragging to me that he could
make me happy in bed?  This had to be some kind of
nightmare.  "Experience?"  I squeaked.  "I don't have *any*
experience!  You just don't go around having sex with people you're
not married to!"  At least, I didn't...and we weren't talking about
anyone else here, this was me.

Mace nodded again, looking smug now that he thought he understood the
problem.  "No, of course you don't have sex with people you're not
married to.  But you're not married yet, you've already told us
that.  You can have sex with whoever you want.  You're old to still
be a virgin, though...at least for our world, though maybe not for
yours.  In any case, it's understandable for you to be a little
nervous about your first time.  We all were."

I stuttered, trying to overcome my absolute horror.  It was almost
worse than the time I was 11 and unwittingly asked my dad what the
word "masturbation" meant...and it was in front of my
grandmother.  "I...It's not...it's-I-"  I could feel my grip on the
Force faltering as I became more and more panicked by the idea of
what they were suggesting.  My head started to swim.

All the Jedi seemed to look at me with infinite understanding, though
they understood nothing.  Evidently Mace was the only one who was
going to say anything, because no one else stopped my stuttering
protests.  "Your first time is usually a private matter in our
culture as well, but nothing we would shy away from discussing if the
topic came up.  I can assure you we did not mean to embarrass you,
and we'll do everything we can to accommodate you."

"Wha--?!  But no, it's just wrong!  You don't have sex with more than
one person!"

Mace spread his hands again.  "We're not suggesting that.  More than
one at a time could detract from the bonding you experience with your
partner."

I buried my face in my hands and made a panicked groan.  "No, I
mean...I mean...you only have sex with one person for your whole
life.  And you're supposed to meet them and fall in love and then you
get married, and then that's the only person you have sex with.  And
you raise your kids together.  You don't just go around having sex
with random people!"

I felt slight confusion in the room.  "I suppose it is possible that
someone would have sex with only one person in their lifetime, but
not morally necessary.  Only after you've been sworn in marriage to
someone would you remain monogamous.  We've never encountered anyone
who feels how you do about sex, though human traditions do vary
slightly from planet to planet.  Do all people from your culture feel
the same way about sex as you?"

I suppose he had me there.  I dropped my hands.  "Well...it's my
ideal, and even though not everybody does, it's one I've kept my
whole life so far.  I guess I really don't know if the same rules
apply here.  I mean, I guess they don't have to, but it just sounds
really weird to hear you even suggest anything like that!  I mean,
you just go around, having sex with people you don't know?!"

"No, no, we're not suggesting anyone have sex with someone they don't
know.  But you know many of us, and you know Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan even
better."

"I've been here for like two weeks!"

"How long are you supposed to know someone before you have sex with
them?"

"How long are you supposed to know someone before you marry them?"  I
countered.

"We're not suggesting you commit to anyone right away, but we
understand your hesitancy.  Why don't you consider trying with Qui-
Gon?  Many young human females have felt comfortable choosing him for
their first time."

My jaw had already dropped so far there was no way I could get it up
off the floor.  That was awful on so many levels.  In the first
place, yeah, he looked good, but he was like 60 years old.  Talk
about father figure.  In the second place, Mace Windu was just
sitting there in his council chair looking all proper, and he was
*offering* Qui-Gon to me.  And in the third place, what's this about
Qui-Gon deflowering all the young Temple maidens?  The thought of my
own deflowering taking place at the hands (and other parts) of a man
who'd already slept with hordes of women just seemed so very
unspecial...so very unlike my pictured 'wedding night.'  My face
burned hot and I started to feel more of the effects of my cell
damage from all the shock.  I started to breathe hard and tried to
calm myself, but it wasn't working very well.

Seeing the look on my face, Mace leaned forward, and the Jedi almost
seemed to be attempting something as close to lightheartedness as I
imagine they could get.  "Well then how about Obi-Wan?  You know him,
and he's quite popular with the females as well...though much less
experienced due to his youth and the demands of being an apprentice."

I'd been hyperventilating for too long now, and the whole scenario
just kind of blew up in my face like a bursting balloon.  When Mace
mentioned something about 'once you go black, you never go back' I
only half heard it, because the world was already closing down to a
dark tunnel, and then mercifully, I passed out.

...

I woke up in a dimly lit room, lying on my side.  For a minute I
thought the whole thing was a dream, but then I realized I wasn't in
my room.  All I could see before me was a beige wall, instead of the
window in my own room.  And I was dressed in a Jedi undertunic.  I
studied the wall for a few seconds, reliving what had happened in the
Council chambers.  Well, at least they hadn't all had an orgy in
there or something.  I looked down and realized the bed touched both
the wall I was sleeping next to and the foot of the bed.  With a
start, I realized I was not in the Healers' chambers.  I felt
movement behind me on the bed and started to turn around when a large
hand landed on my shoulder.  Panic surged through me, then I felt
waves of calm settling over me through the Force.

"It's all right.  There's no need to be frightened or anxious."

Qui-Gon's voice.  I turned around, to find him lying on my bed, next
to me.  Or rather, *in* bed next to me.  Yes, he was *under* the
covers, and he was at least naked from the waist up.  His long hair
fell across the tops of his broad shoulders as he patiently waited
for me to stop gaping.  My eyes glanced over the thin sheet covering
us and I quickly brought them back up and started to shake all over
and hyperventilate again.  I was in bed with a probably naked Jedi
Master who was covered by only a very thin sheet, and the only way
out of bed was to climb over him.  And the last thing I remembered
was passing out.  I felt Qui-Gon strongly send a calming influence my
way, and I couldn't have resisted it even if I'd wanted to.  I
started to feel relaxed and slightly sleepy and lay my head back down
on the pillow, but inside I was still slightly worried about
something.  "Just exactly *what* is going on?"  I'd meant it to sound
tough, but it came out more dreamlike than anything else.

Qui-Gon began stroking my hair.  "Just relax and concentrate on the
moment," he said lowly.

I never thought I'd hear him say that and actually mean it in a
sexual way.  I couldn't believe my virgin ears.  "Why are you in my
bed?"

He smiled that dang gentle smile of his.  "I'm not.  You're in my
bed."

A jolt went through me again, instantly smothered by calm.  I was
pressed up firm against the back wall, anyway.  The bed was in kind
of a nook in the room, and I was stuck there.  "I think it should be
against the Jedi code to mind-whammy people when it has anything to
do with a bed," I said lightly.

The smiled broadened and he inched a little closer.  "It doesn't
necessarily have to have anything to do with a bed."  He must have
seen my look of panic again, because he seemed to force himself to
remain serious.  "No Jedi would ever use Influence to obtain sexual
gratification, and no, before you ask...not even in the interest of
getting stronger baby Jedi."  He sighed.  "I just want you to be able
to think about sex without panicking, so we can discuss this like
adults."

I couldn't be sure, but it felt like I was being insulted.  "I can
*so* discuss sex like an adult.  And I wouldn't panic if I was with
some guy I knew and...and...I didn't just wake up in bed with him." 
With him naked and propped up on one arm and inching closer.  What in
the world were they thinking?  That I'd wake up with a naked guy, be
astounded by his penis and helplessly split my sticks?  It was almost
as bad as a frat house.

"All right.  You'll get to know me now, and Obi-Wan as well, and
whoever else you want."

"That still doesn't mean I'm going to become a baby factory."

He smiled again.  I was beginning to regret ever wishing I could get
him to lighten up.  "That's a funny expression, but that's not what
the Council has in mind.  They just want you to enjoy yourself and
conceive as many children as the Force allows.  That could be none,
or three, or ten.  Perhaps it's different in your world, but here,
most human women can only conceive two children in their lifetime. 
That hardly makes you a factory, and anyway, there's no need to worry
about it at this point."

Two kids, huh?  That explained why they wanted me to do this so
badly.  But it still didn't change my mind.  "Maybe the rules will
change for me since I'm in you're world now, but in mine, women can
have a lot of kids.  I still don't want to have any kids with anyone
I'm not married to."

"Understandable, if the children were going to be raised by you.  But
they'll be raised in the Temple and trained as Jedi, and they'll have
a much deeper existence than you and one other man could possibly
give them." 

His hand was still alternately stroking my hair and caressing my neck
and shoulder, and I wanted to make myself shrink back from it, but I
felt so relaxed, and though I didn't want it to, it felt really
good.  I guess after you've deflowered hundreds of women that you get
the hang of it after a while.  "That's debatable.  But anyway, I
still just don't feel right having babies with just anyone."  It was
my body that was going to have to carry them around, after all, and
*me* that was going to have to look at these kids growing up and
worry about them turning out right and having a future, even if I let
them be Jedi.

"We understand your reluctance about having sex before you feel
intimately comfortable with someone, and it is honorable.  But
sexuality is nothing to be ashamed of."

That cut through the calmness and made me angry.  "Whoa!  Hold it
right there.  I am in no way ashamed of anyone's sexuality, mine
included.  Sex is a beautiful thing, in the right context, and I hope
to enjoy lots of it someday.  But not until the right time."

"Honesty with oneself if of great importance," he said gently.

I sighed, the defensive anger flowing out of me.  I don't know how
many times I'd been called immature or frigid because of the sexual
choices I'd made.  Usually by loser guys I'd turned down.  I was
tired of being heckled.  It was time to turn the tables back
again.  "I adhere to a moral standard which elevates the importance
of sex, more than maybe you can understand.  I am most certainly not
embarrassed or ashamed of my sexuality.  It's just that
its...well...not something that's discussed in public."

Qui-Gon still had not stopped softly touching me this whole
time.  "Your upbringing is different than those in this world's. 
We've never heard of anything like what you talk about, not
anywhere.   But we can understand and accommodate your differences. 
We want to teach you our ways, and maybe we can reach some sort of
mutual understanding.  That is why you are going to stay with Obi-Wan
and I from now on."

"What?  In your bed?"  The words were out before I could even be
embarrassed enough to stop them.  Even with Qui-Gon's comforting
touch, I was now trying to bodily meld with the wall, and I my hands
were white-knuckled onto the thin sheet.

He crept a little closer.  "I can feel your physical attraction to
me.  To me and to Obi-Wan.  If I couldn't, you wouldn't be here. 
There are some things which you might not feel comfortable doing at
first, but which you will have to do if you are to feel comfortably
intimate with us."

Oh, oh, oh.  "And that would be?"  His eyes followed mine as I
glanced quickly at the shut door far on the other side of the room.

He started stroking my cheek with one hand.  "I've been here with you
since you passed out.  I wouldn't ever force you to do anything you
didn't want to do."  His thumb brushed my lips, but he sensed he'd
gone to far and returned to my neck and shoulder. 

I really, really wanted to hide my face under the sheet, and I
probably would have, except I remembered that if I put my face under
the sheet, I'd get an eyeful of a most probably naked Jedi Master,
and that would really freak me out at this point.  "Oh?"  It was all
I could squeak out.  Why oh why was karma getting me now?  All I'd
done was try to make a few Jedi squirm, and there I was a few days
later, about as uncomfortable as I'd ever been in my life.

He smiled and inched closer.  He was so close I could feel his soft
breath on my face as he spoke.  He seemed really huge up close,
too...the sheet over us rose up and over him, and it gapped open
between us.  I tried not to think about what I'd see if I peeked down
the gap.  I couldn't get any further against the wall without
violating the laws of physics.  He held my gaze with his and started
almost whispering to me.   "Here are the rules, specially for you. 
As I said, you're going to stay here with Obi-Wan and I.  If you
want, you can choose another Jedi's quarters.  We won't be offended,
so feel free, though we would very much like it if you stayed here. 
The rules will be the same as what I'm about to tell you no matter
which Jedi you stay with."  I flinched as he put a finger on my lips
to stop me from saying what I was about to say.  "You can share my
bed or Obi-Wan's, but you will share one of them each night.  No
sleeping on the couch or floor, unless one of us is there with you,
that is.  We'll be here in the Temple for at least a season, but
you'll come with us when we leave, as long as it's not too dangerous,
and you'll stay with us as long as you want.  Whenever you choose,
you can stay with another Jedi, though I don't guess you'll do that,
from what you've expressed so far.  And...you don't have to have do
anything with anyone until you're ready."

I waited, pressed up against the wall and staring into his blue eyes
and wondering why I was so crazy as to want out of this situation. 
But I did.  It was just too sudden for me, and I couldn't change the
way I was.  I guess I could have tried to totally refuse, but somehow
it just didn't seem like a possibility.  Here I was in the Star Wars
galaxy, and in Qui-Gon's bed fer cryin' out loud.  I decided then and
there just to go with it until I could figure out what to do.

He bent one leg so he could rub it against mine and the touch of skin
on skin sent a rush through my body.  With my eyes still locked on
his, I shook my head, feeling completely trapped and thinking maybe
my 'go with it' decision had been a little hasty.

He backed off, still smiling slightly.  "All you have to do is say
no, and we won't go any further."

I felt less panicked, but with dismay I realized I sorely missed his
touch.  I tried to get a hold of myself and swallowed hard.  What was
this 'we' won't go any further?  I hadn't done anything at all.  Even
though I'd wanted to, but nobody said anything about that.   I
relaxed my grip on the sheet.  "All right.  Can I get up now?"

He smiled.  "Nothing was ever stopping you."

Well, not technically, but there was still the little matter of me
having to crawl over him.  A little of my bravado returned.  "I'd
just maybe feel more comfortable if you got up first." 

He smiled and got up, and I instantly clapped my hands over my eyes,
cursing my stupidity.  Oh yeah, he was naked.  Naked and excited, and
totally not caring that he just threw the sheet off his naked body
and stood there looking naked and naked and naked and hugely excited,
right in front of me.  I think he was actually enjoying my
embarrassment, if that's what the corner of his mouth twitching like
that meant.  "The human body is nothing to be ashamed of.  It's not
like I'm parading around in public.  You should look at mine, and
then when you look at Obi-Wan's or someone else's you'll appreciate
differences.  Go ahead, look closely, I don't mind.  No, then?  I'm
going to get dressed if you don't take your hands off your eyes. 
Okay, then, have it your way."

I kept my hands over my eyes until I heard him start getting
dressed.  I tried to suppress the urge to peek, but my curiosity was
strong.  I waited a few seconds until I thought he'd at least have
some pants on, and then I peeked out between my fingers. 

"You don't have to peek, you can look all you want." There was just
the tiniest spark of humor in his voice.

I took my hands off my eyes, seeing that he was tying his pants, and
glared at him   "I don't think Jedi are supposed to smile when they
cause other people extreme embarrassment."

He shrugged on his tunic.  "It's completely good natured, I assure
you."

I wondered if Jedi Masters could feel happy when someone who's been
heckling them for a couple weeks finally gets what's coming to them. 
They probably wouldn't admit it, anyway.  "Why does sex have to be
the only thing you people have a sense of humor about?"

"It's not.  But your shyness is something a lot of us have gone
through, though we were mostly younger when we overcame it."  He
tugged on his boots and when I saw him standing there in them, I
almost wished I'd given in.

But there was that immaturity insult again.  I propped myself up on
one arm, feeling indignant.  "You know, I told you before, a lot of
people from my culture think it's more mature to *wait* to have sex. 
So I'm just a little shy around new people, big deal, I don't see why
it's so funny."

He sat back down on the bed and reached a long arm out to touch my
chin as I glared at him.  The humor in his voice told me he was still
having way to much fun with this, as far as I was concerned.  "We
don't mean to offend you.  We think your control is remarkable for
someone so young and with no training.  Now get dressed." 

How much teasing about this was I going to have to endure?  I pushed
the sheets back and slid off the edge of the bed, and I still had to
brush past Qui-Gon to get there.  I spotted my tunic and boots by the
bed and tugged them on over what I was already wearing, uncomfortable
under Qui-Gon's gaze.  I finished pulling myself together and Qui-Gon
showed me around their quarters.  Basically, it was two rooms, a
living area, and a 'fresher.  I brushed my hair and cleaned myself
up, then came out to find both Jedi waiting for me.  I looked at them
expectantly, quietly dreading whatever embarrassment might come next.

Obi-Wan looked as amused as Qui-Gon.  "Relax, we're just going to
show you around this part of Coruscant after breakfast."

We ate and they showed me parts of the city, which I thought was
pretty exciting.  The air taxis and walkways were fantastic.  I still
felt awkward, but the newness of everything made me forget a lot
about the past day's events.  I fairly sighed with relief when we got
back to the Temple and ate dinner without anything awful happening to
me.  It was not until we returned to Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan's quarters
that I remembered again - I was supposed to share a bed with one of
them.  I kept my mind on what I was doing and tried not to think
about it.  Since I'd first woken up in their world, the Jedi'd had me
meditate with them, and the three of us did that now. 

We finished and Qui-Gon brought out a small bundle.  "Here're some
sets of clothes, though there's of course no need for you to wear
them," he winked.  He actually winked at me.  Obi-Wan was grinning as
I pulled the bundle out of Qui-Gon's hands and glared at them both.

Before I had any chance to think about it, Qui-Gon solved my dilemma
of who to risk sleeping next to that night.  "Why don't you go with
Obi-Wan for a while.  Maybe he can tell you about his first time." 
Obi-Wan grinned even more broadly and grabbed my wrist, pulling me
along with him.  I dragged my feet and protested that I could sleep
on the couch for just one night, but he slipped his shoulder down to
my belly, tilted me over, and carried me like that into his room. 

...

Obi-Wan tilted me onto his bed, and I saw with relief that it was
placed in the center of the wall, so both sides and bottom were ways
to escape.  He smirked down at me, openly enjoying that now, after
all the teasing I'd done to him while in the Healers' quarters, it
was now me who was squirming uncomfortably.  "Council's orders," he
said, with more than a little glee.   

"Yeah, well, it's not 'Council's orders' that you get to look at me
while I dress, so turn around."

He turned and began stripping.  "All right, but finish changing
before I'm through," he teased.

I hurried with the layers of clothing rather than complain to him
that Jedi were not supposed to smirk.  The pajamas that were in the
bundle were a little on the skimpy side for what I wanted some men I
didn't know to see me in, but at least they weren't too revealing. 
Just shorts and a tank top, in beige, of course.  I finished
dressing, though I was a little distracted by the sight of Obi-Wan's
tight bare ass, and Obi-Wan turned back around.  I was determined not
to let it show that his penis was totally freaking me out.  I kept my
eyes fixed on his face and felt the sweat start to prickle all over
my body, even though it was cool in the Jedi's quarters. 

He smiled crookedly.  "You look a lot better in those than Master
Yoda does."

"Gee, thanks.  Which side is mine?"  Keep the eyes away from the
penis.  You are not, I repeat, not getting totally wet at the sight
of that thing. 

"Oh, the bed?  Um, I usually sleep in the middle."  He was smiling,
but I wasn't just looking at his face.  His boys were swinging free,
all right.

I rolled over to the far side and pulled up the covers and crawled
under.  He lay down on top of them, on his back.  His penis flopped
back against his stomach and he looked over at me with a grin.  "It's
no use trying to pretend you're not intimidated by my penis.  I can
sense it through the Force."

He had not just actually said that.  "I am not intimidated by your
penis, Obi-Wan."  I was intimidated by all strange penises, but we
weren't discussing that. 

"Then look at it.  If it's not so scary, then look."

"No."

"Why not?"

"Oh fine, I'll look already."  I looked, and actually found myself
studying it, fascinated.  "It looks...funny.  Like different somehow."

"What?!  How would you know if it were different?  It does not look
funny."  His face had turned so serious all of a sudden, and I
realized that at least a Jedi Padawan could still be sensitive about
something.  I'd have to try that line on Qui-Gon.  "I've seen
pictures, and they didn't look like that."  I wasn't just kidding
him, either...it really did look funny.

His calm returned.  "Oh.  Well, pictures might not look like the real
thing.  That's understandable."

"No, I mean photographs, not drawings."

His eyes widened and he stared at his own penis.  "Well, what's
different about it?  It's not that different, as far as I've seen."

"So you compared, eh?" Glad I could make him squirm again, I tried to
describe what looked funny about it as best I could.  "Well, it looks
like your penis tried to put on a turtleneck sweater, but couldn't
quite get his little head through the neck hole.  It looks stuck in
there or something, like it's too shy to come out."

Then he started laughing.

I scrunched up my face.  "What's so funny?  It's your penis that's
funny looking."  Just when I thought I had him at my mercy!

"I know what you mean.  Some men have a very small foreskin.  I guess
your planet's men have that kind."

"Well, no, they cut it mostly off at birth."

He looked shocked.  "Cut it off?!"

"Well, not all the men.  It's sort of a religious thing for some
people, and the medical community in my culture just sort of picked
up on it.  I think it's going out of fashion.  I didn't even realize
it made that much of a difference."

He took my hand and started to bring it over to his penis.  "Here,
look."

I wrenched my hand away before he could get it close.

He smiled, with that dang infinite patience thing again.  "Just
look," he said gently.  He grasped his penis and very gingerly rolled
back the "neck of the sweater", which by now I had guessed was a
fully intact and fully-grown foreskin.  He pulled it back just enough
until the familiar looking mushroom tip of his penis poked out. 

I couldn't believe I was actually having some sort of live anatomy
class in Obi-Wan's bedroom.  "Hey!  There it is!  That's what I've
seen, that part in there!  I had no idea that a foreskin made such a
big difference in appearance."  It was actually quite amazing, but I
hoped Obi-Wan hadn't caught on that when I'm nervous, I sometimes
talk a lot.

"It doesn't look quite as different when it's erect, as the head of
my penis will push out the top.  And the foreskin naturally retracts
when it's inside you."

Did he just say inside *me*?  I felt myself flush hotter and looked
away.

"You're blushing," he commented with a sly grin.  Why did I have to
have skin that shows any little blush?  It's been something I've been
teased about mercilessly.  Though he didn't comment, I'm sure I
blushed even harder at what he next began to do.  His hands began
stroking his penis quickly.

I jumped out of bed, throwing the sheet off of me and over
him.  "What are you doing?!"  Not like I didn't know.

He slowed down, his fingers still running slowly up and down his
hardening shaft underneath the sheet.  "Don't you want to see the
difference?"

"Huh?"  My brain had stopped working.  I tried to make myself look
away from his groin, but it was impossible, even as I continued
backing up.  I ran into a small chair against the wall and sat down
in it.

"Just look.  Now that I'm getting hard, watch how it looks more
similar to a penis with a small foreskin."  His breathing was
quicker, voice mixed with pleasure, and the sound was triggering some
unconscious part of my brain that was programmed to respond to that. 
I watched as he threw off the sheet and continued stroking, until his
penis was fully engorged and jutting out stiffly from his body.  "You
can get a better look if you come here."

I swallowed hard.  There was no way I was getting up.  I didn't even
think my legs would work at that point.   Obi-Wan slid off the bed. 
I sat frozen in my chair, pressed up against the back of it, as he
sauntered over to me, one hand still gently playing with
himself.  "See?"  He stood almost pressed against my knees. 

For a few seconds, I watched his engorged penis twitching before my
eyes.  I tore my eyes away and looked at his face, thinking it would
free me of the urge to swallow his penis whole.  When I looked into
his flushed face, with his lips slightly parted and curving upwards
and his eyes full of passion, I knew I'd made a mistake.  I shut my
eyes tightly and tried to think about anything but what I was
thinking about.  "I saw it already."

I heard him move and suddenly felt his hands on either side of my
face, I twisted out of them and the kiss I knew was meant for my
mouth instead landed on my jaw.  His voice was raw and hungry as his
grip tightened on my face.  "I want you."

Iron resolve strengthened me.  I'd resisted this approach many times
in the past.  Maybe not from a completely naked man, and certainly
not from a Jedi, but this was just a new variation on an old theme. 
My voice was flat, though inside I was completely turned inside
out.  "I can't.  I can't and I won't.  I already told you, and I'm
not changing my mind just because you have an erection." 

His hands left my face and I heard his steps retreat and the bed
rustle softly as he sat down on it.  I opened my eyes again and he
was still staring at me.  He whispered, "Watch me." 

"I don't want to see.  I don't want to know.  I don't want anything
to do with it." 

"I feel your lust for me, otherwise I wouldn't have tried this.  I
know you want release as well.  Let me give it to you."

I'm sure Obi-Wan was now achingly hard, and so was I.  But I was used
to resisting and he maybe was not.  I was only now appreciating Qui-
Gon's earlier control.  I shook my head.  His hand started moving on
his penis again and I curled into a ball and moaned out a
muffled "No."  I just couldn't watch him do that, much as I wanted
to.  I jerked back as he touched my arm.

"I won't if you don't want me to.  It's all right.  We should
meditate before sleep, anyway."  He pulled me out of the chair and I
stood on wobbly legs until he pushed me down on the floor to me knees
and he knelt beside me.  We slipped into meditation for a period of
time, until through the Force I felt Obi-Wan ending his meditation. 
I ended mine as well, but I didn't want to open my eyes.  He pulled
me back over to the bed, and I risked opening my eyes again as I slid
under the sheet.  I felt and odd mixture of relief and disappointment
when I saw that Obi-Wan's penis was now back to it's funny looking
self again.  He flopped onto the bed and pulled the sheet up over
him, and I turned over on my side, facing away from him, and closed
my eyes.  He called for the lights to go off, and the room plunged
into blackness.  The bed moved and I felt his fingers start to trace
patterns along my back.

"Obi-Wan, I think I've had enough excitement for one day."  And the
meditation might have solved his erection, but I was still wet and
really didn't want to get wetter.

The fingers stopped tracing designs, but his hand still rested on my
elbow.  "There's not necessarily anything sexual in my touch."

Yeah, right, not technically.  Then I suddenly remembered something. 
Maybe, just maybe, this would embarrass him.  "Hey, didn't Qui-Gon
mention something about you having a story?"  I said innocently.

His hand left my elbow and I felt his fingers slide under my arm so
they could rest on my side.  "A story?  Oh, of my first time.  Okay. 
What do you want to know?"  Dang, he didn't sound embarrassed at
all.  I stiffened slightly as he snaked his arm around my stomach and
pulled me closer to him.  I felt his stomach muscles against my back
as he chuckled at my reaction.  I took a deep breath and let it out,
relaxing my muscles as I exhaled.  Not necessarily anything sexual in
his touch, my ass!  But I couldn't outright accuse a Jedi of lying,
and I didn't think he would, anyway.

"Um...who was it with?"  I tried not to think about what other parts
of him were touching my back, though thankfully, nothing
was 'insistently poking.'  I really didn't think I could take that
much more sexual frustration, at least not tonight.  I was sure even
Mother Theresa would've caved in by now.

His fingers moved against my stomach.  "I wouldn't have to mention
this if you'd been raised here...but we don't discuss past sexual
relationships like that.  We don't even usually talk about current
ones, though we don't try to hide them."

Hmm, that was interesting.  "You don't 'kiss and tell', huh?  I guess
I'm glad of that.  What else don't you talk about?"

"Like what?"  I felt him bend down to kiss my neck, his lips soft and
his stubble slightly scratchy.

"Obi-Wan, you can't deny that kissing is sexual."

He stopped kissing, but I could still feel his breath on my
neck.  "Well, I could, but I'll stop."

"Numbers.  Do you talk about numbers?"

It took him a second to figure out what I meant.  "Oh.  Two."

"Two?  What about Qui-Gon?"  The Temple deflowerer.

He gave a small laugh.  "We don't talk about other people.  You'll
have to ask him yourself.  What else do you want to know?"

Darn.  What else could I ask?  I was sure I'd think of a million
things tomorrow, but I wouldn't have to guts to bring it up unless I
was sure it would embarrass him.  I racked my brain.  "Well...did you
like it?"

He sounded confused.  "What a question...why wouldn't I like it?"

I shrugged.  "I know a lot of people who didn't like their first
time.  Both men and women.  It's part of the reason I'm waiting until
I'm sure, and until I'm committed to the guy, so I know even if it
sucks we can still work on it together."

"Oh, I guess that makes sense, sort of."  He gave me a little
squeeze.  "But you might find here that we've had enough practice to
make it enjoyable." 

Even through the dry delivery, I could sense mirth.  Yeah, Obi,
you're a real sexpert with your whole two women.  I stopped myself,
realizing I was applying a double standard.  I'd planned on marrying
a virgin, and it didn't make much sense to make fun of them in that
case.  And Jedi were good at pretty much everything, right?  "Okay,"
I was anxious to change that line.  I really didn't want to start
discussing technique or anything with a naked Obi-Wan.  "Then tell me
how you felt - and not physically, I mean in your heart and mind," I
added.  I tried to tease him. "Were you scared?"

"Scared? No, though that's understandable if someone would be." He
squeezed my shoulder reassuringly with his other hand.

How did he keep turning the tables on me?  "Hey, I'm *not* scared! 
I'm just *waiting*.  For *moral* reasons."

He ignored it.  "Well, I felt a bit nervous, but I was old enough,
and I knew who I wanted, and the time seemed right, so really it was
just a natural thing and after some initial clumsiness I did what
came naturally.  I think it's the same with most people.  I don't
really have much more of a story to tell you than that.  Nothing
embarrassing happened, if that's what you were hoping."

It was exactly what I was hoping, but I moved on.  "How old?"

"18."

"That's old!"

"You're 24.  How old are people when they first have sex where you're
from?"  He didn't even sound defensive.  There just had to be a way
to make him really squirm!  At least this was cooling things off a
little.  The smell of him was making me want to turn around now, and
I knew if I did that...well...better not to do that.

"I knew kids who were 11.  I think average is 15 or 16.  Maybe
younger now."

"They're married so young?  I wouldn't think they'd be ready for sex
or marriage at that age."

"They're not.  Those are the ones that don't have the same ideals
that I do.  That's another reason I'm waiting.  Where do you draw the
line for having sex?  Who's to say 11 is too young?  The line has
been drawn for me at whatever age I am when I get married, and that's
where I plan on keeping it."  My resolve strengthened as I said it,
even though I felt like one of those lame 'don't have sex, it's evil'
people that I laughed at when they used to come to my schools.  Obi-
Wan's hand was still on my stomach and I fought the desire to move it
up to my breasts.  It would not be good to let my thoughts wander
that much, especially not around a Jedi, and especially not a naked
one.  A naked on in bed with me. 

"I've never heard of anyone having sex at that young an age, at least
not in the Jedi Temple.  We don't believe sex should be treated
trivially, at all.  We know it's important to sort through what we
really feel, so we wait through our young ages of conflicting
emotions before bonding with anyone that way."

He phrased it oddly, and I wasn't sure what he meant exactly, so I
couldn't argue with it.  "I guess you just have a different limit,
maybe...one that's less tangible." I yawned, actually feeling sleepy,
despite all the stimulation.

"Yes, I suppose you could say that.  We do talk about it with some,
usually, before having sex for the first time, to be sure we've
sorted everything out."

I snickered, even though I was tired.  "Did you talk about it with
Qui-Gon?"

"Why are you laughing?  What's so funny that I talked about it with
my master?"  I could imagine his confused look.

The image of him talking to Qui-Gon about sex brought all sorts of
funny images to my mind.  I could just see Qui-Gon at the head of the
classroom in that scene in Monty Python's "The Meaning of Life" where
the professor brings in his wife to demonstrate to the extremely
bored class exactly how to have sex.  I yawned again.  "Never mind. 
I can't think of any more questions for you."

His hand ran lightly across the top of my side as he shifted behind
me.

I desperately tried not to laugh as he moved his fingers across the
same spots on my side.  I am, unfortunately, extremely ticklish.  As
in, if people even think about tickling me, I feel it.  It's like
torture, and as soon as people find out that I'm ticklish, it's all
over.  I fidgeted uncomfortably and snickered as his hand touched a
particularly ticklish spot.  "You-hhaa-nooo-stop!" I laughed, unable
to take it any longer, and squirmed away from him.  My tiredness was
effectively banished.

He took his hand away and gripped my shoulder.  "You're ticklish?!" 
There was more than just a little amusement in his voice. 

I sensed trouble, and it was heading my way like a freight
train.  "Um...no," I said quickly, still facing the wall.  Even
though I knew I couldn't deny it, I had to try.

"No?"  He made his voice sound menacing, but I couldn't feel it
through the Force.

I breathed deeply, trying to quell thoughts of tickling.  "I'm
warning you, if you tickle me, I'm totally not responsible for
whatever I may do to get away.  And anyway, as far as anyone is
concerned I am most certainly NOT ticklish."

"Oh, if you're not...well...then you won't mind this!"  He launched a
full-force tickle attack, and I was lost in a fit of laughter,
screaming for him to stop while my sides ached.  I twisted and
kicked, purely on instinct.  When someone tickles me, I can't focus
on anything but making it stop, and my body just responds to
accomplish that.  Now with the Force here to guide my instinct, I'm
pretty sure Obi-Wan had a hard time blocking my quick blows,
unexpected as they were from me.  I finally wound up pinned under
him, breathing hard, and unable to move beneath his weight.  At least
he couldn't tickle me while he was holding my arms by my head.  I
could feel his warm breath on my face, and his mouth quirked up at
one corner.  "Well, it seems we've discovered that you would do well
if you learned some combat techniques."

I stared dazedly at him for a few seconds, studying his face now that
it was so close.  His braid swung down and just brushed the side of
my face.  I smiled, probably kind of a dippy smile at that
point.  "You know, the last person who tickled me walked away with a
broken front tooth.  I wasn't kidding when I said I wasn't
responsible for my actions if I'm being tickled."

He eased his weight off of me a little, and it was easier to
breathe.  His eyes roamed across my face, and the flash of desire
that both crossed his face and hit me through the Force made my lips
burn like fire.  I closed my eyes, and his soft lips were on mine,
his tongue probing my mouth.  My head was pushed back into the bed
with the deepness of his kiss, but he was still tender enough that I
could kiss him back.  Just the right amount of suction made the kiss
feel soul-deep, and I lost myself for a while in the sensual embrace
of his mouth on mine, my body rising upwards against his and my hands
still pinned by my head.  His mouth left mine and I felt a twinge of
regret, until I felt his mouth land on my breast, moving in a hot
circle over my shirt until he reached the nipple.  I arched against
him immediately and my hands came free, and then I was almost
instantly touching him anywhere I could.  His touch snaked down and
up my sides until they tugged at my waistband.  I felt the fabric
start to slip away and it jarred me back to reality.  I started and
squirmed back, pushing him off even while I was wondering why I was
doing it.  We both stayed there, unmoving, disheveled, and breathing
raggedly.  Great...so now I was a complete tease.  Hello, Donna from
90210.  "I-I'm sorry-I" I shook my head and inched towards the side
of the bed.

He reached over, pulled me against him and lay down, keeping a fold
of the sheet between us, though I could still feel his hardness
pressing into my thigh.  He sighed into my ear, "I suppose someday
I'll say I enjoyed the challenge."

I said nothing, worrying over what had happened and thinking I would
never be able to sleep now.  But Obi-Wan just closed his eyes and
dropped off, still hugging me to him, and I soon fell asleep next to
Obi-Wan's rhythmic breathing.

END PART 1/2