Author: Cerulean Blue Title: At Last Rating: NC-17 Category: ABH, Songfic Disclaimer: I don't own anybody belonging to Lucas, I don't own any words belonging to Etta James, and I don't own you. Summary: "At last/my love has come along/my lonely days over/ and life is like a song" =============================== You roll over in bed, wondering what in the hell is making that annoying noise. You hear it again, a soft snuffling right near your pillow and crack your eyes open to venture a look. The sight is breathtaking. High cheekbones, a slim nose, golden lashes laying across rosy cheeks. Full lips slightly parted and pouty...the man was sex incarnate. You rub his mussed hair, smoothing down the shoulder-length tresses and think about how your luck has changed in the past few weeks. "Ooh At last the skies above are blue well my heart was wrapped up in clover the night I looked at you" You'd been assigned to the General's ship about a month ago to fill in for the chief medical officer. What with your medical degree and colonel ranking in the Republic Army, you were used to outranking just about everyone you ran across, civilian or military. Such was the case on the RSC Valiant, where you reported straight to the CO, General Obi-Wan Kenobi. Before anything else was done on board, the crew threw you a Welcome Aboard party. You looked around, seeing various men of various species. A Mon Calamarian woman seemed to be dictating the alcohol intake of the crew members, one in particular. "Bant, I can handle it..ok? I've been cooped up on this Force-forsaken ship for six months, don't I deserve a drink?" You look to the man in question and are sure your tongue is lolling out. He's absolutely gorgeous, and you can't get enough of staring at him. His body would make most holo actors jealous, and his eyes are stunning. His golden hair is pulled back into a neat ponytail and his chin is freshly shaven. His black uniform clings perfectly to his shapely ass and you find yourself wondering what it would feel like to dig your nails into that ass during sex. Never had you been so smitten on first sight, and you were determined to find out this man's name and rank. Perhaps he was only one or two below you, and a relationship wouldn't be impious. "Obi-Wan, I've told you. If you want to go and get a hangover, all right, but don't come whining to me. You'd better hope that the ship's new medical officer is willing to take care of one big baby of a jedi knight." You gulp. The man you'd just been openly ogling was none other than the General...*your* commanding officer. Oh well, perhaps he hadn't noticed you. /Not notice you? It would take a blind man./ You gulp again, knowing that it is his rich baritone that is seeping into your mind. You shake your head and try to sift through the cobwebs that his presence is rapidly forming. You finally decide on a response. /Thanks...I think. General, sir? Care to meet me over at that far table?/ You think the location to him and he nods, making his way over with long strides. As soon as you reach the table, he stands up, pulling the chair out and seating you. You laugh a little, amazed that after being around men so long he still kept his manners. "Well, Bant would have my ass if I didn't keep my manners up to par. She's worse than Marasta Thawart on that being polite and cooking bit. Although, what those two have to do with each other, I may never know. He covers your hand with his and brushes a soft kiss across your lips. This was getting deep, and fast. Hopefully, he was as good a kisser as he looked. Hopefully. ------------ TBC Disclaimers in the beginning ----------------------------- "I found a dream, that I could speak to A dream that I can call my own I found a thrill to rest my cheek to A thrill that I have never known" The General's lips pull away and he smiles at you, holding out his hand to yours. You hear the strains of Aini's latest ballad and decide to take a whirl around the dance floor. Maybe he would be a better dancer than your last boyfriend, the sith-incarnate Jaelith. Dancing with the General is an exquisite pleasure..his feet glide and his hips sway just so. He pulls you close and murmurs in your ear. You stiffen slightly in shock, then lean close to whisper your response into his ear, taking care to breath heavily and keep your voice sexy. "Why of course, I would LOVE to go back to your room...but, won't they see us?" You gesture vaguely to the patrons of the floor. Obi-Wan says nothing, merely scoops you into his arms and begins to carry you out of the ballroom. He waves his hand in front of several people, intoning that they never saw him leave his room. The entire ballroom is left in a Force-induced haze and you laugh, wondering how determined this man really is. He comes to a room, and asks you to punch in his access code as he is otherwise occupied. You smile and type it in, and he nudges the door open with your hip. He never breaks stride, even when you plant a hot, open-mouthed kiss on his neck. He drops you onto the bed gently, and begins to pluck at the long row of buttons trailing down his torso. Inch upon inch of golden skin is exposed to your eyes and you find your mind wondering. Three buttons in and you can see his hands visibly shaking. "General, are you alright?" He pulls you close, tucking your head beneath his chin and breathing deeply. He tilts your head back and places a soft kiss on your forehead, his lips brushing across your skin with near-reverence. "I'm fine..you..damn, I've never lost it like this. It's something about you..your aura is..amazing.." He tilts your head back even farther, claiming your lips with his own. You slide your hands into his semi-opened shirt, ripping the buttons the rest of the way off. You quickly undo his pants and throw them aside, leaving him bare to your eyes. He smiles, and does the same for you before levitating you over to the bed. When you're lying down, he comes down slowly, his hands framing your face and his thumbs massaging your cheekbones. His eyes deepen to green, as if silently asking you if this is ok. You nod without thinking, your eyes drooping closed and your lips parting. Obi-Wan's teeth nibble along your neck, then curve around your right breast. His fingers dip into your folds and then trails them across your lips. Your tongue sneaks out to take a taste and then he thrusts into you, his fingers mimicking the actions of his cock. You thrash your head from side to side as you feel your orgasm building. You come then, waves racking your body and causing you to writhe uncontrollably. Obi takes your cue and finishes in a white-hot explosion of lust, his fingers digging into your hips as he holds on for dear life. Sated, he rolls away and plays in your hair a moment before drawing you close and murmuring into your ear. You smile, and snuggle into his warmth, knowing that this was what you were waiting for all along. ============== Fin