Author: Cerulean Blue
Title: Surreal Existence
Rating: NC-17 (First part is PG)
Disclaimer: Meesa no own dissen Jedi
Summary: Sequel to Sue's "Ethereal Persuasion"
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I'm floating.  This is all so surreal.  When Obi-Wan follwed me home after 
the power outage fiasco, I thought that our one night was just that.  One 
night.  But today, after a particularly nasty round of customers, he asked 
me to go with him to one of the fanciest restaurants in all Coruscant, 
Pucchirl's on the Aerofill.

Gods, it would take a month's wages for me to buy a modest entree there, and 
yet Obi-Wan was going to BUY me dinner.  The man was the consummate 
gentleman, never imposing.  He was almost too reserved, too sweet.  I'd 
worry, but apparently everyone but me saw how deeply he wanted my company.

Even Larina Meig, who'd first seen him earlier today, said he had the 
bemused look of a bashful man in love.  Bashful.  Yup, that's Obi-Wan.  
Bashful as the day is long.  I loved his shy little smile, and the blush 
that colored his fair skin when I made an innuendo.

I decided on my blue dress, the only thing that could be even remotely 
dressy enough for Pucchirl's.  It fell past my knees in midnight blue 
perfection, the smooth and shiny satin complimenting my fair complexion and 
blue eyes perfectly.  It had been the first nice thing I'd ever bought for 
myself after getting out of that hellhole casino.  I slipped on silvery 
heels and spritzed myself with some perfume Dex had given me for Christmas 
the year before.

I had no jewelry, but with my hair artfully arranged in a cascade of spiral 
curls, I had no need for it.  I hated wearing my hair up in that infernal 
ponytail for Dex's, and tried to wear it down whenever I went out.

I heard a muted chime, and opened my door.  Obi-Wan was standing on the 
other side, formal Jedi robes in place of his normal cloak.  He had trimmed 
his beard, and his hair was pulled back in a low ponytail.  He stretched out 
an arm and I took it, wrapping my shawl around me closer.  Sensing that I 
was cold, he wrapped an arm around me and led me to a luxury speeder parked 
outside.

"Nice wheels, luv."  Obi-Wan laughed and admitted that they were on loan 
from the senatorial pool.  I didn't care, I was with a man that genuinely 
cared for me, and that was worth everything.
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Disclaimers and other interesting stuff in part one
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We got to the restaurant and were immediately escorted 
to a semi-pravate table overlooking the city.  
The male waiter was dressed in a tux, and greeted us with a wide smile.  
Obi-Wan ordered wine and a Graeillian delicacy in lieu of the typical 
appetizers.  I smiled at him, and was sure that my grin was 12 parsecs wide.  
Obi-Wan flushed and drank a gulp of water.  Sure, we'd had sex in my apartment 
after a long, stressful day, but we'd never been on a date like this before.

"So, Hermione?  Has your ex-boyfriend bothered you 
anymore since I frightened him away?"  Obi-Wan took my hand in his, 
drawing tiny circles with his thumb over the back of my hand.  At that moment, 
the world narrowed down to his face, those piercing blue-green eyes and open face.  
Our food came, and he delicately fed me a bit of the fruit, tracing my lips and 
kissing away the tangy juice.

"Mmm...Obi-Wan..."  He was about to kiss me..really kiss me, 
when that damn waiter came back.  I ordered, deciding on 
grilled Mahi with lemon and pepper.  Obi-Wan ordered some sort 
of Nubian pasta dish, claiming he'd become addicted to it during 
the Trade Federation crisis.  I vaguely remembered it, I was about fifteen
 or sixteen at the time.  As we ate, an old-fashioned string quartet
 from Alderaan played several familar waltzes.  I didn't know how 
to dance formally, but I was willing to bet Obi-Wan Kenobi could.

"Obi-Wan?  Let's dance."  Obi-Wan peered at me 
curiously, his fork poised to place yet another bite of
 pasta in his perfectly-formed mouth.  I took his hand 
and drug him to the floor, encouraging him to not be so damn shy. 
He relaxed, and began to teach me the steps to a simple waltz.

"All right, Hermione.  I'm leading, you follow.  
Step-two-three, step-two-three, da da da, da da da..." 
 I placed my index finger over his lips and laid my head upon his shoulder. 
 He smelled of soap and something that was essentially Obi-Wan,
 a spicy, enticing, almost sexual scent that clung to his hair and clothing.  
Unlike most men I knew, Obi-Wan didn't wear cologne, and any scent that I picked 
up from him was natural.  Of course, that made it all the more exciting, knowing that 
he radiated sexuality from every pore of his being.

He whispered in my ear, his soft breath causing shivers 
to travel down my spine.  I clung to him in anticipation, 
knowing that it wouldn't be long before I was stretched
 out beneath him, his soulful eyes bearing down into mine.

"Hermione?  Are you ready, love?"  Was I ready? 
 Gods, every time I saw this man I was ready. 
 Obi-Wan left a high-value credit chip on the table and 
the waiter stared at us, dumbfounded.  He then saw Obi's 
arm snake around my waist, his fingers massaging me 
through my thin dress.  He smiled knowingly, and was glad that 
he got a hefty tip in compensation for his inconvenience.

We were silent in the speeder, Obi-Wan driving 
slightly faster than he usually did.  Other than that,
 his face was stoic and completely Jedi, except the turbulent 
blue-green eyes.  In Obi-Wan's eyes, desire and lust swam around in 
addition to an emotion I'd never thought I'd see in this lifetime: love. 
 Gods, a Jedi was in love with me.  Oddly enough, I believed I 
was in love with him too.  He was so passionate, yet reserved.  
He was a man of paradoxes and paradigms, and I was utterly, 
completely smitten with him.

We stopped at my door and Obi-Wan, 
ever the consummate gentleman, opened my door
 and helped me out of the speeder.  I palmed open my
 apartment door, and shrugged off my shawl and shoes 
while in the small foyer.  Obi-Wan took off his
 overtunic, leaving the wrapped undertunic and pants.  
He pulled his boots off, and I whispered in his ear
 just what I thought about those boots.

"Luv, those boots just scream, "Fuck me."
Obi-Wan smiled shyly and led me back
to my bedroom.  Once inside, he shut the door 
and went back to pulling off his clothes.  I went to him, 
and began to deftly unwrap the layered undertunic.

"Allow me..I don't want you to miss out 
on all the fun."  Obi smiled again and I 
succeeded in divesting him of his tunic 
and pants.  I sunk to my knees, and breathed
 lightly on his cock, smiling when he twitched
 in response.  I looked up and met his eyes, which were
 half-lidded and hazy with lust.  I barely flicked my
 tongue over the head and he groaned, his face flushing
 and his lips upturned in a small smile.  I took him 
in my mouth slowly, trying to get used to his length.  He 
was good, and merely threaded his fingers in my wayward
 curls.  I sucked and nibbled, his groans becoming 
louder and more impassioned.  He finally pulled me up,
 and gasped for air.

"Hermi...let me undress you..."  I complied,
 and he gently removed my long, satin dress. 
 His fingers danced around my bare breasts
 and teased my nipples into hardened peaks.  
He kissed me, only to break it a moment later and 
make a fiery trail down my torso as he pushed
 me onto the bed.  His tongue delved into my 
navel and I writhed, knowing where he was headed. 
 However, he made me suffer and laved kisses to my hips
 and thighs first, merely breathing over my clothed mound 
and moving on to my knees.  I begged and moaned, and he took
 mercy on me and pulled the tiny scrap of cloth away with his 
teeth.  His lips closed around my clit and I nearly came off
 the bed, the sensation so raw and intense.  He thrust his
 tongue into my opening, twisting and hitting my g-spot over 
and over.  His fingers came up to pull at my clit, and the 
combined stimulation was too much.  He thrust into me then, 
my body still quaking from an orgasm so intense that I 
was shaking all over.  He pumped into me slowly at first, 
and then became haphazard as he got closer to finishing.  He 
sunk his teeth into my shoulder and I screamed, my hips 
bucking up and meeting his just as he came in a white-hot 
spurt.  Finished, he whispered endearments and apologized 
for my shoulder.

"Are you all right, Hermione?"  Obi-Wan 
gazed at me with concern and I smiled.

"Yes, of course.  It's all so surreal, 
being here in your arms after I thought
 I'd never see you again.  At least not this way."  
Obi-Wan laughed and pulled me closer, whispering into my ear
 just as I dropped off into sleep.

"Why do you suppose I come to Dex's so often now?  
It's not for the food, Love."
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The End.  I hope I did Sue some justice