BEGIN PART 2/2 "Turnabout is Fair Play"

I woke up the next day and found Obi-Wan staring into my eyes as I
opened them. In my sleep, I'd somehow turned around and ended up
twined with him. I pulled away and he didn't resist. I was just
happy my clothes were still on…I've been known to take them off in my
sleep, sometimes. Obi-Wan had this look on his face, not
quite `inscrutable', but not readable, either. "What? What are you
looking at?"

"You were dreaming last night." He stretched on the bed.

Oh, fantabulous. I had no idea what I'd dreamed. At least it didn't
seem like he hated me for being a tease. But I didn't know if Jedi
could pick up on dreams or not. I shrugged and tried to play it off
casually. "A girl can't help what she dreams."

He wasn't giving it up, though. The dry humor was back, and he was
smirking. "I'm not sure, but I think you were saying my name. It
could have been Qui-Gon, though."

"Saying your name?" I said dazedly, the nagging panic rising at the
back of my mind.

"Well, it was more like moaning, really."

There was no way I was just going to take this! I shoved my panic
aside and smirked back. "I was probably murdering you most violently
for torturing me like this."

His eyes filled with passion and he took a step closer. "No one
enjoys murder that much."

I grabbed some new clothes and ran for the `fresher before I could
act on my own instincts, passing Qui-Gon on the way. Ahh, sweet
privacy. I finished up and emerged, feeling more confident in
regular clothing.

I sat on the couch in the small front room, and Qui-Gon watched me as
we waited for Obi-Wan. "Did you sleep well?"

Though his face was straight, somehow I just knew he'd sensed my
dreams. The dreams I couldn't even remember. I groaned and buried
my face in my hands, peeking out at him. "I can't help what I
dream! I don't even remember any of it!" Well, I did have little
flashes of it still in my memory, but they weren't anything that
would help the situation at hand. I was not about to admit to any of
it.

He smiled, sat down next to me and enveloped me with his arms. I
felt dizzy with his nearness, and his voice made it worse. "Don't
worry, we can't sense exactly what you dream. We just get vague
impressions through the Force, and no one but Obi-Wan or I would have
picked up on them. I did not intend to tease you too much." Obi-Wan
emerged and sat on the floor between us as he finished pulling on his
boots.

I picked my head back up and squirmed away from Qui-Gon, also forcing
myself not to look at Obi-Wan's boots. "What's the point of this?
To keep me constantly sexually frustrated until I give in? That
might eventually work, but I would hate you if it did. I thought
Jedi were supposed to be respectful or something, why are you trying
to corrupt me?! For your own selfish reasons?!"

Qui-Gon's eyebrow twitched slightly. He turned serious. "It is a
matter of proper teaching, not corruption." Obi-Wan just watched,
silent.

"Whatever," I retorted, inwardly wincing at my lack of wit. I'd
think of some really great comeback in 20 minutes.

He held up one hand. "It's true the galaxy benefits when children
who are strong in the Force are born. We do want that. You need
more time to think over your own choices. We only wish to help you
with that. Perhaps to you, we may have been a bit `overzealous' in
our attempts, but it is within our cultural norms for the few
individuals who are a bit, well…phobic about intimacy."

"I am NOT phobic about sex! How many times am I going to have to say
that?! I just don't want to have it until I'm married! Committed! A
REAL commitment, that I take very seriously! I mean geez, maybe I'm
a little nervous about it and everything, but that's totally so NOT
the reason I'm not having sex!" How many times did I have to say
this to people? I should have gotten a business card printed up with
all this stuff, so I could just hand it out instead of having to
repeat myself all the time.

Qui-Gon paused for a moment, deep in thought, or contemplation of the
Force or whatever it was Jedi Masters did when they paused. He could
have been deciding what color teddy would best compliment Yoda's
complexion, for all I knew. "All right. I sense that you are
correct. However, we have no experience dealing with someone who has
made a choice of your kind. We'll try to work with you better, and
take into account that you are working through your education."

"And if I never `work through it?' How long am I supposed to live
like this?"

"I don't know," Qui-Gon admitted. "Jedi occasionally make
commitments of the kind you're talking about, but it rarely happens,
and they do not often raise children the themselves. The Council
will decide. Perhaps if you do not feel comfortable enough with us,
they will have you try with someone else."

I definitely did not want to get pushed over to someone else. That
would be even worse. "I'll think about it. Marrying a Jedi is out
of the question, for now, anyway. I wouldn't marry someone who
didn't believe as I do. That's another part of it. But none of this
is easy."

Both Jedi nodded, and Qui-Gon motioned for us to meditate. I know I
didn't do very well, because I was far to distracted by recent
events. I spent the rest of the day in school, and I learned I was
going to spend a lot of time there each day, until the Jedi were
satisfied that I knew their code and their galaxy well enough. I
figured it would take forever.

A Jedi Knight named Jahl-Rin watched me while I sat with an automated
teacher. I remembered how much I hated school when I was in it.
Jahl-Rin studied some other stuff while I was there, and he
accompanied me to get food and to the `fresher. I was getting the
sneaking suspicion that I was being a little too well
supervised. "I'm tired of looking at this stuff."

Jahl-Rin looked up from his data pad. He gave me the `pointed'
look. "You only have another hour."

I tried a slightly different tactic. "I want to see the garden I
read about. The pictures aren't good enough."

Infinite patience. "They're called holograms. And I can't take you
to the garden now. I have to complete my preparations before I
leave. If you're too tired, you can look at something else."

So…he was doing preparations, and I could do something else. I
wanted to avoid directly asking if I was basically under some sort of
arrest. It was better if I could feign ignorance about that, though
I'm sure the Knight knew I was being sneaky. "But I *really* want to
see it."

Jahl-Rin looked down again. "Perhaps Obi-Wan will take you when he
and Qui-Gon are done with their negotiations today."

"Well, when will that be?" Oh, they were at negotiations, were
they? They hadn't told me.

"Not for another hour." He didn't even look up.

I decided to risk it. "I know the way. Just send Obi-Wan there when
he comes to get me."

"No."

Great. They didn't even trust me to walk down the hallway by
myself. Like I had anywhere to go. I considered trying to fake
illness, but even if I'd succeeded, I only would've ended up stuck in
the healer's quarters again. So I sat there, bored, until Obi-Wan
came to pick me up.

He faced me at the doorway. "Well, I'm happy you're so pleased to
see me."

Maybe I had looked ecstatic to get out of there, but I made a face at
Obi-Wan now. Jahl-Rin called to Obi-Wan that I wanted to see the
garden, but I just shook my head when he asked if I still wanted to
go.

I fell into the routine of dinner and meditation, my mind on my
captivity. I could feel myself pulling inward, resigned to living
out my existence, come what may, but not particularly happy about
being prisoner. I sat on the couch, sort of listening to Qui-Gon and
Obi-Wan talk and sort of thinking about home and sort of thinking
about nothing. I closed my eyes and leaned against the side of the
couch, and I must have fallen asleep, because I woke up and Qui-Gon
was gently shaking me and I heard his soft voice saying, "Wake up."
I hoped I'd slept for the whole night on the couch in peace, but
after a moment my inner clock told me it was more like an hour. Obi-
Wan was probably already in his room. I silently got up and followed
Qui-Gon, stretching slightly. The nap had not improved my mood, and
I felt more morose than ever as I trudged into the `fresher and
changed. It was not a feeling I was used to having, and it annoyed
me even more that I couldn't shake it easily.

Qui-Gon said nothing as I emerged, just indicated the bed with a
sweeping motion. I was just glad he was still dressed. I climbed
into the bed and faced the wall, thinking I should have insisted on
the outside so I wouldn't feel so trapped in there, but as I thought
it I heard Qui-Gon stripping and didn't want to turn around.

He eased himself into bed behind me. "What's wrong?" In his deep
voice, it came out as more of a statement than a question.

I shut my eyes tightly, not wanting to cry. I do not cry, not unless
it's going to get me something. How could he even ask me that,
anyway? How could he not know what was wrong? Then I remembered
that there were things he didn't understand, simply because of our
cultural differences. "Nothing. I don't want to talk about it. I
guess I just wish there was an easy solution to this."

"But there isn't." He pushed me over onto my stomach and began
giving me the best back massage I've ever felt in my life.

I was in heaven as his hands worked the knots in my flesh, and I
willed myself not to flinch if he touched a ticklish spot. I didn't
want any repeats of last night. "Who told you massage was the way to
a women's heart?" I said, my voice muffled by the pillow.

He chuckled once, his fingers working their way slowly across each
muscle. "It's not." His voice was heavy with innuendo.

Oh, great. I could guess what he meant, and I really didn't want him
discussing that with me. It did almost make me laugh, though. He
continued on for a while, and I let him since it felt so good, and it
wasn't turning me on anyway. "We can discuss this, you know. I want
you to tell me why you feel the way you do…if you will."

My whole body felt relaxed by now, and my anger and sorrow had mostly
faded. I just felt…sort of resignation alone. "I can't really tell
you about my beliefs, overall. It would be wrong…somehow I just
know. Your world doesn't work like mine, and for you to understand
half-way would be worse than not at all." I sensed his confusion.

"So then why do you still operate according to your world's rules?"

I'd thought this one over. "It's better to err on the side of
caution, for one thing. And another thing, what if I adhered to your
rules and then got sucked back as unexpectedly as I came here? What
if I was even pregnant then? What would I do? I couldn't just go
back to the other rules, I would still have broken them."

He stopped the back rub and sank down next to me, pulling me close to
him, but not quite touching. I was glad he had slightly more
restraint than Obi-Wan. His voice was tender as he said into my
ear, "Does your world have the technology to heal damage similar to
what you sustained when you got here?"

I froze, focused on that one point. Qui-Gon knew we didn't. I'd
already told him. Even if I did go back, I'd be dead. "Score one
for your side," I said softly.

"But the game's not over yet?" He seemed to sense that I really
didn't want my hand held. I'd rather make light of the situation.

"No. There's still a lot to think about." I smiled.

"Do you mind if I ask you some questions?"

"Sure."

"Could you explain to me the reasons behind your form of sexual
morality?"

"Yeah…mostly. For one thing, right is right, and wrong is wrong, and
we just don't each decide that for ourselves."

"Yes, that would be chaotic if all did as they pleased. What else?"
The tone of his voice made it almost like we were discussing this
over coffee and not in his bed.

"Hmm…well…a practical reason is that if you have sex with someone too
early, it interferes with marriage choices, and with getting to
really know each other."

I felt his surprise. "Explain that, if you would."

"It's…because…gah! There are just some things you should know! How
can you not know?"

He ran one hand along the top of my side. "I really haven't heard of
that before, and I don't know what you could mean."

I thought over how I should phrase it, though I'd both explained and
had it explained to me before. "Okay, if you have sex, it can cloud
your judgment about someone, and then you might overlook some of
their more glaring flaws and then you might marry them, and only
later realize what a mistake you made. Then, even though you've
committed to each other, a lot of people break that commitment. I'd
rather make that decision with a clear head, no sex involved,
understand?"

"A moot point, if commitment is never required," he murmured.

"Yeah, I guess." Crap. He had me there, sort of.

"What else?" he prompted.

I squirmed inwardly, but tried not to show how hard I really had to
work at thinking this stuff over while he was practically plastered
against me. "You have a lot of questions. Anyway…um…if you have sex
too soon, it interferes with your getting to know about that person
because instead of talking or experiencing stuff together, you end up
having sex all the time. You're close physically, but not mentally
or spiritually."

He didn't say anything for a long pause, and I wondered what he was
thinking. He rolled me onto my back, so that I faced him. He looked
as though he was just really figuring something out, like coming to
some great discovery or something. "I think I've realized the reason
behind the differences in our cultures. Your people do not
experience the Force. We do."

I frowned. I'd been expecting something slightly less obvious. I
resisted the urge to say some sarcastic `how *profound* wizard!'
comment. Instead, I found my gaze drinking in what I could see of
his naked body next to mine. I nearly had to lie on my hands to keep
them from wandering. "Yeah, I already knew that. Your turn to
explain." Maybe if he kept talking, I could concentrate on that.

He cupped the side of my face with one hand, ruining my
concentration. "The Force allows us to bond through the act of
intercourse."

I shrugged and tried to play it cool, though I was anything
but. "Well, I don't know about any `bonding', but people on Earth
feel a lot closer when they have sex, too. I suppose the Force could
make the experience deeper for Jedi or something, but…it's still
really a physical thing."

He shook his head, even as I was finishing my sentence. That was
rare for a Jedi, in my short experience. They'd usually waited
patiently while others finished speaking. "No, it's not just Jedi.
We are affected more deeply by it, but even the least Force-sensitive
person still experiences the consequences of sex."

Now this was getting interesting. Maybe if we could just discuss
this academically, I could keep myself under control. "Consequences…
like what are the consequences?"

He smoothed back my hair and settled down beside me a little, and I
felt my control falter for a split second. If he noticed, he didn't
point it out. "I suppose this is something I should have explained
to you from the start, but I didn't realize you wouldn't know. Even
people who aren't Force-sensitive experience it…but when Jedi unite
in sexual pleasure, the bonding is especially deep. And the higher
the midichlorian count – the higher the Force-sensitivity - the more
intense the experience is." The look that crossed his face as he
said the last sentence almost scared me with its intensity. At least
I was finally getting a strong emotional response from him, though
this wasn't what I had in mind in the beginning.

My eyes widened. No wonder he and Obi-Wan had both been so forward
in their advances. And no wonder they'd thought a couple weeks was
plenty of time to get to know each other before sex. It appeared
that the Force here affected more than I'd thought. And I'd thought
it was just typical over-sexed male behavior. "So you haven't been
so aggressive just to accomplish the Council's goal of me squeezing
out more powerful Jedi."

He shook his head. "No…I didn't realize you'd even thought that."

His long hair had fallen forward and on impulse I reached up and ran
my fingers through the ends of it. His hand closed over mine and he
leaned towards me. I quickly pulled back. "Wait, I didn't mean to
give you the wrong signal." No Donna 90210, no. You do not tell the
David you're having sex with him and then say `no' at the last
second. You're giving virgins a bad name. Stop it and control your
hands.

He stopped moving forward. "You have more questions?"

Well, now that he asked, I guess I did. I didn't know if I was brave
enough to ask, but I'd try. "Well…I wish I could understand exactly
what this bonding means, but I guess that's difficult?" I was kind
of afraid that if he'd explained it at that point, I would have lost
all semblance of control right then. But I had to ask, if I was ever
to get to what I really wanted to know.

To my relief, he nodded. "It is really something that can only be
experienced. There's no way to describe it other than what I've told
you, at least none that I know of."

I kept going along the path of conversation I'd laid down. "Oh.
Another thing about the bonding…doesn't it…I mean…if you go
around `bonding' with a whole bunch of people, doesn't it kind of
dilute it or…make it unspecial or something?" I was almost to my
question, and I hoped that maybe he'd just somehow answer it before I
asked.

He lay down on his side and pressed his chest to the side of my
shoulder. "No, not really. Well, I suppose if someone was
especially busy, then maybe. But I've never heard of that
happening. Most people pair off and maintain their bond for a period
of time, then circumstances change and they either marry or break up."

That sounded just like Earth. I could feel my face already reddening
and I turned away from him, unable to face him while I asked my next
question. "Mace said you um, had a lot of experience. So, that
didn't make it…you know…confusing or something…being bonded to so
many people? I really don't understand." I couldn't get the `temple
deflowerer' title out of my mind, and I really couldn't stand the
idea of being another notch on someone's lightsaber…even if he was
really good with it.

"You want to know how many women I've slept with? Is that it?"

"Howdja guess?" I said sheepishly.

"I've been asked that once, before. I recognize the impression
through the Force. I've slept with 5, and all five have since
married."

My image of the temple deflowerer shattered in a carefully restrained
inner laugh. "That's it? That's not a lot."

He placed a warm hand on my hip and squeezed. "Since we seem to have
different cultural standards, why don't you tell me what you think a
lot of experience would be."

My face was still hot with embarrassment and I flinched a little
under his hand. "For people like me, more than one. But a lot of
people where I'm from…on average, they'll have sex with about 20 or
so people in their lifetime. And some people sleep with hundreds."

"Hundreds? And most sleep with 20?" He sounded as shocked as Jedi
Masters can sound.

"Yeah, well, in their lifetime. So if five is a lot, then how much
is average here?"

"It varies from species to species, but over a lifetime, I'd say 2 or
3 at most. Long-lived species would have more. The most I've heard
of is 10, but it's true we don't discuss numbers very much. Mace
knows about me because he's on the Council and they tend to know much
that occurs."

I almost shuddered at the sudden thought that Master Yoda was a long-
lived species. Qui-Gon pulled me closer to him and kissed my ear,
just a peck. "You were worried I wouldn't treasure the occasion as
much as you would. I should have been more considerate of our
differences."

Personally, in these circumstances, where we'd all assumed too much,
I thought he'd been pretty considerate. "No, you couldn't have
known, and I just assumed that it wouldn't matter, anyway." My
embarrassment was just now starting to fade slightly and I felt a
good bit better towards all the Jedi.

He started planting kisses on my neck. "So you've decided to join
our galaxy?"

That was the oddest way to ask `will we be having sex now?' that I
think I'd ever heard. "Unnh, much as I'd really like to, this whole
thing was not my idea, and I need time to think. I learned a long
time ago not to make decisions like this in bed. Especially not when
an attractive naked man with an erection is kissing you while you're
in that bed."

He stopped the kisses and relaxed against me, his hardness warm on my
hip. "Usually, I would say that would be wise."

I fell asleep smiling, I'm sure.

…

I sat in a sparring room, thinking. Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan were engaged
in lightsaber combat on the other side of the room, their weapons
dueling and crackling. At any other time I would have been totally
consumed by the spectacle, but now I was lost in thought. I'd
already decided that my virginity would soon be a thing of the past.
That was not a problem anymore. I wouldn't be going home, at least
not alive, so there was no point in my clinging to standards that for
all intents and purposes didn't exist anymore. I didn't relish the
thought of having baby after baby, but I hoped maybe I'd get lucky
and not have so many. Maybe the reason women here didn't have that
many kids would really be a problem on the male side, so I'd only
have a couple. That wouldn't be too bad. But even that was not what
consumed my thoughts.

My real dilemma was…who to choose first. They both had their
advantages and disadvantages, as far as I was concerned, and I was
having a hard time choosing. Youth or experience? And if Qui-Gon
was as well endowed as fan fiction suggested, I would be in pain.
I'd already checked Obi-Wan out, and he was big, but not Guinness
World Record big. Not "I'd faint at the site of it" big. I decided
to disallow size into the competition. Fan fiction had to be
exaggerated, right? As I watched them fight, an idea came to me. I
knew what I would do now, and I could relax and watch the mock
battle.

The fight finally ended when Obi-Wan disarmed Qui-Gon. They nodded
to each other and strode towards me, both looking deliciously
sweaty. Obi-Wan adjusted his tunic. "So, you were thinking about
something?"

I smiled, knowing they'd both guessed what I was thinking
about. "Yes. I had a hard time deciding, so I let you two do it for
me. Congratulations, Obi-Wan."

Smiles crept across both their faces, as they understood how they'd
made the decision. Qui-Gon clasped Obi-Wan's shoulder. "That's the
last time I let you disarm me just so you can try out an idea for a
move, Padawan." He looked at me. "If I'd have known the stakes were
so high, I would have disarmed him hours ago. I'll see you both for
dinner."

Obi-Wan just smiled at his master and started steering me to the
doorway. "Yes, well, the past will remain the past, right? Till
dinner, then." He leaned over and whispered to me as he pushed me
out the door, "Now on to some real swordplay."

…

Obi-Wan nearly ran me back to their quarters. He suddenly didn't
seem at all tired from sparring. Once inside, we kicked off our
boots and he pushed me into the `fresher and followed after. He
pressed me up against the wall, and I caught a glimpse of us in the
mirror, our eyes full of passion. He peeled off his tunic faster
than my eyes could follow, and I wasn't far behind. Obi-Wan hooked
his fingers into my pants and slid them down, slowly, his eyes
studying my body as it was revealed to him. I shivered, nervous, but
thrilled. He eased my pants down to my ankles and paused, looking up
at me. I stepped out of them, and he closed his eyes and planted a
kiss on my stomach, right above the band of my panties. I trembled
again, savoring the moment of near worship.

He stood again and pressed his body against me, and I delighted in
the feel of his bare skin against mine. Obi-Wan gazed deeply into my
eyes, his face millimeters from mine, his breath warm on my cheek,
and then his lips met mine in a passionate kiss. I wrapped my hands
around his neck and kissed him back, his tongue hot on mine. His
hands ran up my sides until they cupped my breasts and his thumbs
lightly circled my nipples. I trembled against him at the touch, and
though I wanted to remember the moment, I realized I didn't want to
wait much longer. I broke away slightly, just enough to speak
quickly. "Obi-Wan, you're still dressed."

"I thought you'd want to take your time," he breathed.

I smiled and tugged at his waistband. "Not that much time."

He shucked his pants in a heartbeat and slid his fingers into my
panties and over my butt cheeks. I thought I was going to die from
excitement and wiggled to get out of the last bit of cloth, though I
think he'd planned on removing them slowly. I was free of them and
he pulled me into the shower. I washed the sweat off of him,
enjoying the slippery feel of the soap all over his body. His hands
roamed over my breasts again, his mouth latched onto one nipple and I
could restrain myself no longer. I writhed against him, knowing only
that I needed him inside me now.

He hugged me to his body and pulled me out of the shower. "You'll
like the bedroom better," he panted.

I toweled off in seconds and dashed out the door, smiling. "Dry off
quick."

He sprinted after me and fell on top of me as I sprawled out on the
bed laughing. I still smiled as I flipped over on my back and he let
me kiss him all over his face, still laughing.

Obi-Wan's tongue sparred with mine until I started squirming against
him impatiently. I could feel his hardness hot and promising against
me, and I ached for it. His fingers slid down my neck and slipped
into my cleavage. I moaned as his fingers brushed my bare nipple,
his touch like fire against my sensitive skin. I sucked in hard as I
felt my back arch involuntarily, pushing my breast into his fondling
fingers. Obi-Wan smiled, grasped my hand, and pressed my palm against
his jutting penis. My fingers closed around his shaft. "I know you
want to touch it," he breathed, his whisper tickling my ear gently.

I ran my fingers along the contours and finally teased the wet slot
at the top. He moaned and thrust once against me, and then stopped
himself. It made me a little nervous that even with the Force I
didn't know quite what was going on or quite what he was feeling, so
I whispered to him as he sucked at my ear, "It's not going to just go
off, right?" After all, I didn't want this to be over *that* soon.

He was still licking and sucking my ear, and the laugh he blew into
it made me tingle all over. He kissed my eyebrow, and I saw mischief
in his eyes as he fixed them on me. "That's what it's supposed to do."

I couldn't keep the grin off my face. "You know what I meant," I
said between kisses.

I watched his spiky wet hair as he buried his face in my breasts. He
seemed to enjoy them almost as much as I was enjoying him enjoy them.
Even when I closed my eyes, I could feel his excitement pulsing
through the Force, wrapping us together. He pressed down against one
breast and took my firm nipple into his mouth, and I felt the
consuming need double.

"Obi-Wan, I need you NOW." I felt an impression of his thoughts…that
I'd enjoy drawing it out. I ran one hand along his firm stomach and
wrapped my fingers lightly around his sack, then mentally let my
desire leak out and flow towards him.

Obi-Wan grunted into my breast. I felt him sliding and pushing and
suddenly his knees pressed between my legs. With his mouth on one
breast and his left hand tight on the other, his right hand was
quickly sliding up my thigh and almost to my navel, his hand hot on
my stomach. We both gasped as his two fingers traced a line down
between my folds and slipped wetly up and down.

My hips began to undulate slightly and he slipped his fingers inside
and pressed upwards, wiggling his fingers. I had to close my eyes
and stay still for a second as I whimpered, just from the
overwhelming sensation. Obi-Wan's breath was rhythmic in my ear.
His fingers were everywhere and stroked up and down and outside, and
then he found my clit. My hips began to rut into his caressing hand
and my scream was muffled by his neck. Obi-Wan grinned and I felt his
hips pressing down on my thighs, parting them wide. He put his hand
between us and took his penis in his hand. I gasped when I felt the
tip of him suddenly touching me. He positioned his slick member
between my folds and slid his hand out from between us. We both
groaned as Obi-Wan pushed his hips down and I felt him part me as he
slowly entered.

His hard flesh stretched me as he sank in and moaned loudly, pressing
down harder. I breathed hard as I felt the thick shaft digging in.
Obi-Wan moaned in pleasure as his hips continued to press down. When
about a third of him was in me, his progress slowed, then stopped. He
panted, "Relax…a little." I realized I was tightening around him
because of the intensely pleasurable sensation. He shifted slightly,
and I followed his lead and changed the angle of my hips, too. I
concentrated on the mental image of taking all of him in, and he
quickly slammed his hips into mine, sending a jolt of pleasure
through my body.

I rocked as the last half-inch sank in and I felt the base of his
penis grind down hard against my pubic mound. He moaned over and
over as I felt his thickness filling me tightly full, his balls
nestled snugly between the mounds of my ass. I rippled in response
to the alien flesh tight inside me and Obi-Wan groaned at the
sensation. His hips twitched and he sank deeper into me, though I
would have thought that any deeper was impossible. Obi-Wan sighed as
he slid his hips up and back and my enflamed walls contracted as he
pulled out. I cried out when his abdomen slapped back down onto mine
and his penis probed back into my throbbing canal. Then he swiftly
slid back out, only to reverse direction again, his body pounding
back down onto me, again penetrating deep into me and grunting with
each sharp thrust. He shifted again and raised himself up,
supporting his body with his arms as his hips pounded down upon me
with primal rhythm.

His pelvis ground against me and I suddenly felt the flames of desire
dance higher in my soul. My hips began to rise to meet each thrust
and I began to cry out in time with him. Obi-Wan increased the
length and speed of his strokes, "Come, come for me…" he panted. I
gasped over and over as he rammed his rigid cock into my rutting
canal. The shaft grated against me again and again until my entire
body shuddered fiercely as I met the crescendo. My legs scissored
his waist, pulling him tight to me as my hips moved wildly, and deep
inside I climaxed sharply again. Obi-Wan groaned huskily as he felt
my walls squeezing and clutching his shaft. His thrusts became
sharper and deeper and he hissed through his clenched teeth. My body
continued to shake in ecstasy as my mind turned off any last bits of
logical thought.

I panted as my hips writhed into his groin, urging him on. The tight
clenching on his thrusting cock drove him over the edge his head
snapped back, his back arched and his hips hammered sharply down into
me, driving his swelling penis as deeply as he possibly could. The
head struck hard against my cervix and I felt him jerk fiercely
within me. His semen jetted out and onto my cervix, squirting pulse
after thick pulse of his virile seed into my waiting womb. Obi-Wan
moaned over and over as his penis pumped his cream into me. I felt
myself fill to overflowing, the semen squirting thickly out of me and
running down into my crack. And still his rigid shaft pumped and
pulsed, spurting long, thick jets of cum into my still spasming
canal. Obi-Wan finally collapsed onto me, panting and spent, pushing
me gently into the bed.

"Wow," Obi-Wan gasped, fighting for breath. He rolled off to the
side and pulled me against him, twining his legs in mine. I snuggled
my cheek against his neck and felt the waves of the Force roll over
us both. I lay contentedly against him for a while, hearing his
strong heartbeat return to normal. He finally murmured above
me, "We're meeting Qui-Gon for dinner."

Dinner was the last thing on my mind. "Do we have enough time?"

I felt him smile. "No, not really."

Whether it really was different from sex on Earth, I couldn't say.
But I knew one thing for sure. "Obi-Wan, I've got a lot of missed
time to make up for," I laughed.

"You laugh as much in bed as you do in real life," he said wryly.

I smiled back, unable to suppress it. "So? On Earth, the Eskimo
word for sex literally means `laughing in bed together.' They must
have been on to something."

His laugh vibrated against my whole body. "Whoever they were, I'm
sure you would've fit right in with them. But come on, we can't keep
Master Qui-Gon waiting, much as I'd like to right now."

We cleaned up quickly and met Qui-Gon in the caf. I'd considered
trying to get Obi-Wan to play a trick on him, maybe tell him I'd
refused after all or something, but dismissed the idea on two
counts. One, getting Obi-Wan to even try to deceive Qui-Gon would be
almost impossible, and two, Qui-Gon would never fall for it, anyway.

We sat down, and Qui-Gon said nothing about what had just happened.
I'd expected at least some sort of embarrassing comment, given what
I'd had to endure the past few days in their bedrooms, but I realized
their `no kissing and telling' policy must include to the gossiping
in the caf. Qui-Gon looked like he'd cleaned up somewhere, and I
wondered if he'd made a "mission accomplished" report to the
Council. Not that I really cared if he had…except I didn't want to
do anything that would make Mace Windu happy.

We ate dinner at an extremely leisurely pace. I was sure Qui-Gon was
doing this on purpose. Finally, I smiled, leaned over and whispered
to him, "Do you know what I'm thinking?"

He feigned surprise and whispered, "What?"

I smiled. "Do you think every Jedi in the place can sense my intense
frustration?"

He whispered back, "No. But I can. And I'll do something about it
as soon as Obi-Wan remembers he's late for his meditation meeting
with Yoda."

Obi-Wan's head snapped up. "Oh. Master. I forgot." He looked at
me with veiled regret. "I'll see you later." I caught more of the
unsaid than the said in that sentence. He swiftly cleaned up and
exited, nodding to me again.

I smiled back and put my elbows on the table. I had long since
finished eating. I sat patiently, sort of, while I waited for Qui-
Gon to finish pushing the food around his plate.

Qui-Gon finally raised an eyebrow at me and looked at my plate. I
nodded. "Yes, I'm more than satisfied, if that's what you're asking."

"Oh? Satisfied?" he deadpanned.

I blushed, despite myself. I'd walked right into that. Sex must
have affected my brain. "More teasing? Don't you think I've had
enough?"

"I will refrain from commenting on your last sentence," he said
dryly, as he pushed back from the table.

"I'm sure I don't know what you'd say." I said innocently. We
cleaned up and headed towards their quarters again. We walked at
what was for me, an excruciatingly slow pace. Qui-Gon even stopped
to glance out a few windows and comment on the scenery, something I'd
never seen him do before. We arrived back at their quarters, but Qui-
Gon sank down into meditation and motioned for me to join him. I
suppressed the urge to jump him and closed my eyes, and surprisingly
enough, my meditation was mostly productive. Sort of.

I felt Qui-Gon ending his meditation and peeked over at him. He
opened his eyes and looked straight at me, and I quickly pretended
like I was keeping my mind on my own business. I expected him to
call me on it, but instead he rose and headed towards
the `fresher. "Go on to bed, I'll see you in a moment."

I scrunched up my face at his back. He knew very well what he was
doing to me. I grabbed a data reader with a book in it, slipped into
my pajamas and rolled into my familiar place on the bed. Qui-Gon
actually did come into the bedroom rather quickly. I was glad he
couldn't see my face as I smiled. I knew he'd planned on trying to
make me suffer through waiting, but it seemed he hadn't been able to
hold out quite as long as he planned. I stretched and rolled over
with the data pad. "I want you to read me this story."

I watched his eyebrow quirk up as he watched me for a moment. He was
still fully dressed, except for his boots and utility belt.

"What? Why are you still standing there? Are you going somewhere?"
I full well knew he wasn't.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, and I eased out of the covers and
sat beside him, making sure the sides of our bodies pressed up
against each other. I shoved the data reader into his hands and
pulled him against the back wall. He looked from the reader to
me. "You want me to read you this story."

I nodded enthusiastically.

"You could read it tomorrow, when I'll be making preparations for a
treaty negotiation."

"I can't read, remember?"

He gave a short nod. "You don't have…anything else you'd like to do?"

"I heard this story's really good." I wish I could've entertained
the thought that I was fooling him, but I knew I wasn't. At least he
was playing along.

"This story is very long."

I suppressed another smile as I straddled him and let the reader
nestle between my breasts. "That's okay, I like them long."

The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, but before he could think
it was over, I added brightly, "You can stop reading when I fall
asleep."

Another muscle twitched in his cheek as I wiggled a little over his
package. He studied my face and then smiled. "Are you trying to
make me uncomfortable?"

"Turnabout is fair play." Though rivers of fire danced and darted
through my body and down to my loins, I craved seeing him lose his
infernal restraint.

The data reader disappeared so fast I didn't even see where it went.
Qui-Gon's lips pressed tightly to mine and I pulled at his tunic and
tabards. I broke away from the kiss, wondering why I wasn't making
any progress with getting the clothes off of him and onto the floor
where they belonged. I looked at him in confusion as I
tugged. "These things won't come off!"

He chuckled once and began unwinding his sash while I still sat on
him. "It's a bit more complex than it looks."

It didn't just velcro together like I would've guessed. The tabard
and sash were like some sort of one piece wrapping thing, with
intricate tucks and ties. "I never would have figured out how to get
that off! It's like some sort of chastity tabard! I know about a
million parents on my planet who would've loved to get their hands on
something like that!" Chastity tabard…I wondered if that was their
original intent…probably not.

He stripped his shirt off faster, the corner of his mouth quirking
up. "Would it have stopped you right now?"

I shook my head and let the hunger show on my face. "I would've
clawed it off you if I had to."

He pushed me onto my back and kissed the hollow of my throat, then
murmured into it, "I'm glad you wore something less complicated." He
slid his hands up my sides and slipped my top over my head, then
leaned against me and showered a trail of kisses from my neck to my
navel while he pulled my legs around his waist.

His fingers deftly slid my pajama bottoms down as a gentle forward
movement from him raised my butt up. He sank down and wedged his
shoulders between my ankles as I wiggled out of the last remaining
clothing. Through the Force, I felt his strong urge as his hands
crept up my legs and he finally looked up at me from between my
thighs. I felt a slight surge of self-consciousness for a moment,
but the intent look on his face banished it. He lowered his head and
looked at me with utter seriousness. "Now…I'll show you the way to a
woman's heart."

I hissed and closed my eyes as his mouth closed on me, gently
sucking. I believed at that moment that I had reached the apex of
sex, where there is no better sensation. Qui-Gon proved me wrong. I
felt him suck first one little lip into his mouth, then the other,
moving slowly back and forth and down and back. That was incredible,
but then he suckled them both at the same time, running his tongue
along the center of the cleft, and I could only concentrate on the
moment. Soon, I was almost there, sighing softly in rhythm. I was
so close, feeling the growing heat, when he suddenly stopped. My
head snapped up, eyes open. Whatever I meant to say, it only came
out as a moan of utter frustration.

"Trust me." His large hands rubbed and squeezed at my butt and he
kissed and licked the hollows of my thighs, each in turn. Just as I
felt myself start to barely edge down a little, Qui-Gon buried his
face in me again and ran his wet tongue from my opening to the top of
my cleft. His mouth closed over my tiny knob and he sucked as he
flicked his tongue back and forth, and I instantly exploded in an
orgasm that lasted so long it hurt. I gradually became aware of my
surroundings again and let go of the sheet that was squeezed in my
hands.

Qui-Gon still knelt between my knees, watching me intently as I came
back to ground level. "I couldn't let my apprentice show you
everything."

I managed to sit up and kiss his forehead. It was so full of wonder
and passion that my own voice sounded strange to my ears. "Oh, it
was…so good it made me cry," I said hoarsely.

He wrapped an arm around my back and pulled me with him as he
stretched out on the bed with me underneath. I felt his hard length
against me as he kissed my mouth again, and I ran my hand down his
firm chest until I grasped it in my hand. Qui-Gon's hands left my
body and nimbly undid his pants. He kissed me again as he smoothly
freed himself of his pants and pushed them off the bed. He pressed
the full length of his body against mine and I ran my fingers along
the contours of the muscles in his sides and butt, enjoying the
warmth and mysteriousness of his flesh.

He wrapped his arms around me and rolled, pulling me on top of him.
I felt his penis resting rigidly against my body. I looked down and
gasped. Since my mouth was already open, the words just tumbled out
as I thought them. "Fanfiction was right!"

I felt a flash of confusion and amusement from him. "What? Who is
Fanfiction?" This was probably not the first time he'd seen this
reaction.

"Not a who, it's…never mind." I swallowed hard and stared down at
his enormous, uncircumcised penis. The man was hung like a wookiee!
It wasn't even completely hard now, and the thing reached above my
belly button!

"Don't worry. Your body is ready now." //I've dealt with this
before, and I already took care of it// he seemed to say.

I glanced up, then felt my attention directed to the dampness, my own
dampness, that made us both feel slippery where I straddled him. Qui-
Gon traced a finger through the juices still leaking out of my body
and coating his groin, and waited for me to comprehend. I shrugged
my shoulders and smiled like I was getting away with something. "Can
I help it if I overlubricate?"

He silently licked his coated finger and gazed at me through heavy
lidded eyes. "You are…much less inhibited than I would have guessed,
based on your previous actions."

I felt the tightening in my stomach again and could barely summon
enough control to speak. "I just said I was a virgin…I never said I
was a blushing virgin." I leaned forward and scooted up, eliciting a
groan from him as I slid my dripping cleft across his shaft. I could
feel his penis twitch against my inner thigh as I kissed his chest
and nipples, trying to taste as much of him as I could. His hands
grasped my hips and he twisted slowly under me, penetrating me slowly
but smoothly as my sheath stretched to accommodate him.

He must have felt my wonder, though his face was a portrait of
passion. I shifted my hips slightly, still feeling him slowly sink
in. Though my breath came in shallow gasps, I couldn't resist the
urge to comment on the overwhelming sensation. "This feels
different."

He continued his slow thrust, and I was delighted to hear the strain
in his voice as he fought for control. "Pull your legs underneath
you, and you'll feel it even more so."

I brought my legs up and straddled him again, now slowly being
impaled on his huge penis. The sight of him sinking into me and the
newness of the sensation inflamed me further, and I needed more. I
pulled at his hips, trying to make him thrust harder. I succeeded in
sinking a little faster, until he was finally almost fully engulfed.
I circled my hips and clenched down on the rock hard length inside
me. My reward was his immediate and definite response, an
unrestrained shout as his hands grasped my hips tightly and began to
move my body, building sweet tension between us. After a second, I
moved myself in time with his hands and the friction became greater,
too great, until I finally lost myself in pleasure. I kept going,
clenching down on his shaft until he grasped me tightly to himself
and strained off the bed, his muscles contracting. He came in one
long burst and then went slack against the bed. I closed my eyes and
felt the Force swirl around us and through us, whispering things I
only half heard. I briefly wondered if Qui-Gon heard them more
clearly, but I said nothing. Instead, I eased myself down onto him
and closed my eyes as he gently caressed my body.

I must have fallen asleep, because when I opened my eyes again I was
snuggled against Qui-Gon's hot side. I shifted slightly away,
reflecting on the truth of saying that `men were like big portable
heaters that snore.'

Qui-Gon's eyes opened and flickered over to me. "Do you still wish
the Council hadn't ordered you to share a bed?" he murmured.

I shook my head, but suddenly a thought occurred to me and I
smiled. "Hey, did the Jedi Council say you had to be *naked*?"

There was silence for a few moments. "No," he admitted.

I waited for him to say something else, but he didn't. "You're not
even going to try to explain why you kept me feeling awkward and
frustrated for days?"

"If you want me to believe you're mad, you're going to have to stop
smiling."

"I don't think I'll be able to stop smiling for a few days." As he
took me in his arms and kissed me deeply, I reflected that there was
no going back now. But I couldn't say that I wanted to, either.

End