Title:Nighttime Conversations-Part 1
Author:Sara
Rating:R
Category:Humor/Sex
Timeline:Inter-Trilogy
Archive: anyone who wants it
Disclaimer: Not mine. I don't own the General. Lucas does. 'Nough said.
Notes: This is my answer to a really horrible, stressful, anxiety ridden week of work. Hey, it's better to express myself in writing than go get violent on the world. :) Enjoy!

You smile as you pick up the phone, determined to have a little fun this evening.

After all, he's finally back from a long mission.

And while part of you rejoices, another part is frustrated beyond belief because he's not come immediately to see you.

You know he's got other responsibilities, but it's been two months and you've missed him more than you'd ever let on.

You're not lovers.

Not yet at least.

But there's enough heat and passion between you to light up the night sky whenever you're around each other.

It's just that neither of you have chosen to act on those feelings.

You're not sure why, it's just always been easier to be friends.

It probably helped that he was one of the most respected and powerful figures in the galaxy.

But underneath it all, he was simply Obi-Wan.

Your best friend and confidant.

Not that you didn't have X-rated fantasies about him nightly, but you'd learned to shield your thoughts rather well.

Not that he was oblivious to the sparks that flew between you, but he seemed content to let things simmer.

You had been too.

Until everything had changed on this last mission of his.

You'd known he was going to the outer reaches of the galaxy, that's all he'd tell you. But you'd heard enough reports about the battles going on out there, and the ships that never returned.

When you'd seen the news report that a major battleship had been destroyed, your heart had leapt into your throat, wondering desperately if it was his ship.

Through some high placed friends, you'd learned it wasn't.

But the thought that you might have lost him had made you see things a heck of a lot clearer.

You want him.

You love him.

And on this trip home, you're determined to make him acknowledge his feelings and finally do something about it.

So you came up with this perfect plan.

He'd never suspect, since at the moment, you were only friends.

But if you played it right, you'd end up a lot more by the end of the night.

Or you'd end up crushed beyond belief if for some reason your feminine instincts were totally off.

Despite the sliver of compassion you feel, knowing he must be tired, you know he won't rest until you call.

It's like that after every mission.

He let's you know when he's back by a quick mental touch and you always call him to make sure things are okay.

Most times, you simply need to hear his voice as he needs to hear yours.

It's what best friends do.

And hopefully after tonight, you'll be doing a whole lot more.

Smiling, you dial the familiar number.

Your heart leaps as you hear his delightfully mellow voice answer.

"Hello?"

"Hey there, just wanted to call and make sure you got in okay," you begin, smiling at the warm tingly feeling that suddenly invades your body. You know he's smiling as he replies.

"Perfectly safe and well. Qui-Gon is meditating in preparation for our debriefing tomorrow and I am just about ready to collapse from sleep exhaustion. I think I must have gone a week without sleep," he replies, the tiredness evident in his voice.

For a moment, you wonder if you shouldn't just let him sleep.

"It's okay, I was hoping you'd call," he says quietly in response to your thought.

You smile, sending him a comforting, friendly hug in your mind.

"It's good to hear your voice," you reply, meaning the words. "I just wanted to check on you, and if you're not to tired, run something by you," you manage, shielding enough of your thoughts so he can't see your plan.

"I'm never to tired to listen, what's going on?" he asks, sounding interested.

You smile to yourself before you reply.

"Well, you know how much I complain about my dead end job, and how I need to find another job on the side to make some money," you begin, feeling his mind perk up at your words.

Perfect.

"Well, I kind of stumbled on a way to make some extra money, if they like my audition," you finish, smiling as you hear the question in his voice.

"Sounds promising, I know you've been worried about your financial situation. So what kind of job are you auditioning for?" he replies in the low drawl that turns your knees to rubber.

"Well," you begin, settling comfortably into the couch, "it's not exactly the kind of job one brags about, though you have to be very good to get the position," you answer, knowing your elusive words are driving him crazy.

"What kind of job are we talking about?"

His voice is a bit sharper and you tighten your shields, not wanting him inside your mind just yet.

"Um, well, its kind of, hard to talk about," you hesitate, biting your lip, putting your all into your performance.

"Why am I getting the sense I'm not going to like this?" comes his stilted reply, as you feel his gentle mind touch, trying to sense what you're hiding.

You simply smile to yourself as you tighten your shields and continue.

"Well," you begin, carefully phrasing your next words. "You know those late night commercials you see on cable channels, you know, where the women advertise phone numbers for a 'good time'?" you finish, hearing nothing but silence from the other end of the line.

"Obi?" you ask, wishing you could see his expression.

"I believe I must have heard you wrong. I thought you said you're taking a job as a phone sex operator?" comes the low voiced reply.

"No," you begin, hearing a sigh of relief.

With a wicked smile, you finish your sentence.

"I said I'm auditioning to be one of the girls who advertises those phone sex lines. You know, those busty models that try to draw men and women in by dressing in sexy outfits and whispering naughty words on the commercials. I'm not actually performing phone sex," you finish.

Again, you're greeted with dead silence.

"Obi, I'm waiting here. What do you think? I told you I'm a little nervous about the audition, what if they don't like what I've got? I'm really needing some reassurance here," you manage, injecting a bit of worry and insecurity into your tone.

After a few moments, you get your reply.

"Okay, I'm going to try and keep an open mind about this," he begins, but you're ready with a reply.

"Right, I know how open minded you can be friend," you mutter, hearing him sigh through the line.

"Okay, putting aside my absolute horror that you'd even consider auditioning for one of those things," he starts again, his condescending tone annoying you.

You hadn't realized he'd react so negatively to your idea.

Not that you'd expected him to smile and wish you well, but you'd hoped he'd at least rise to the innuendo you were throwing his way, and play along with you.

Not suddenly have a moral attack of conscience.

"Thanks for keeping an open mind," you reply dryly, irritation evident in your voice.

"Let me finish here," he tries again as you press the phone to your ear. "I know you're determined to make some more money, but there are plenty of jobs out there that you don't have to put your body on display for," he tries, but you cut him off before he can get any further.

"What are you saying? No one would see my body, hear my voice, and think of having mind blowing sex with me?" you reply, the anger not hard to fake.

You'd hoped he would.

Obviously, it was time to think again.

"No, I'm not saying that," he tries, his voice struggling to remain calm as you huff out an irritated breath. "What I'm saying is that you don't need to degrade yourself in public to earn some extra income. There are plenty of other women out there who can sell their bodies for sex, you aren't one of them," he finishes, sounding pleased with his response.

You on the other hand, are furious.

This discussion has really gone down the wrong path.

Maybe you were wrong in thinking he'd suddenly want to get naked and do the wild thing with you on your kitchen floor if he'd thought you were daring enough to audition for one of those risqu� commercials.

"So what you're saying then is that I'm unattractive and no man would want me or my body?" you utter sharply, wondering if that's how he really sees you.

"No, you're deliberately misunderstanding me," he replies in a frustrated tone.

You cut him off before he can finish.

"I don't think so," you begin, letting some of your fury fill your voice. "I'm still trying to get over the fact that I called my best friend for reassurance and ended up getting a lecture about how completely undesirable I am," you finish, trying to sound sarcastic, but not quite managing to pull it off.

You can hear the break in your voice as you fight back tears, rethinking your entire plan for the night.

Obviously you'd gotten the signals between you horribly wrong.

Obviously, he didn't find you attractive or sexy at all.

And he didn't believe other men would either.

"I didn't mean to sound like I was putting you down, because I'm not," comes his soothing reply, making you angrier even as your toes curl as his voice deepens. "I just think you could do so much better, and if you just give it time, the right job will come along, I know it," he finished.

"Exactly how much better do you think I can do?" you reply, hoping your shields are up tight enough to hide the pain cutting through you.

But your anger is slowly building.

"I know you can do so much better. You're such a talented person, there's a job out there that will take advantage of the skills you have, foster your strengths and improve your weaknesses. It will all work out in the long run, you'll see, and you'll be better off doing something you're pleased with and something you're good at," he finished.

You're seeing red now, a bright haze through the crushing realization that he doesn't see you as desirable enough to attract people on a phone sex line.

And you're downright mad.

How dare he imply you weren't a sexy, attractive human being who could have men on their knees begging you to let them love you?

Gathering your outrage like a mantle, forcing down your pain, you somehow manage a reply.

"Something I'm good at? Are you implying I'm not good at phone sex? You think I can't sell sex?"

You know your voice is harsh, but you don't care.

The man is going to pay.

And you're going to enjoy every minute of proving him wrong.

"I didn't mean it that way," he begins, but you cut him off sharply.

"So, you don't think I can give good phone sex? How do you know I haven't done it before?" you shoot back at him.

After a moment, you hear his stuttered reply.

"You're not telling me you've done this before? Are you?" he asks in a strangled voice.

You take some sense of satisfaction in the knowledge you can still shock him.

"There are a lot of things you don't know about me Obi-Wan, things you might be surprised to find out that I can do, ways that I have of bringing a man to his knees," you whisper, hearing him gulp audibly.

You smile triumphantly.

"I really didn't mean it that way, if you'd just listen a minute," he tries again, his voice sounding desperate.

You take a deep breath, deciding to go for the gold.

If it doesn't work, you'll feel extremely stupid.

But if it does, you're going to make him eat his words.

And be the most satisfied woman on the planet.

You hope.

Mustering up all your courage, you continue.

"Is my voice turning you on Obi-Wan? Are the words I'm whispering in your ear sending chills through your body, making you think things about me you've resisted since we are only supposed to be friends?" you ask huskily, your voice, if possible, lowering to an even sexier tone.

You can sense you're getting to him, knowing his mannerisms well enough to know he's trying to control his breathing.

"I don't think we should be talking like this right now," he tries to reply, but you're having none of it.

You want to make him squirm.

"Why not Obi? Am I turning you on? Are you getting a little hot under your tunics? You know, they really turn a female on, wondering what exactly you wear under them, or more importantly, how to get you out of them to find out," you drawl, letting your voice become breathy.

Not hard, since your mind is already picturing what he might wear underneath his.

You hope it's nothing.

You smile as you hear a stifled groan through the line.

"I heard that Obi-Wan, are you thinking of me undressing you? Are you hard and throbbing, your desire pressing tightly against the material, driving you crazy with want?

Wanting to feel my hands, and my mouth on you? Wanting to take you deep into my mouth, my lips and teeth milking you to completion?"

Your voice is breathy by the time you finish, echoed by his pants in your ear.

You're feeling quite warm now, and from the soft moans you can hear on the other end of the phone line, you know you're getting to him.

Good.

You smile as you imagine him stretched out on his couch, stroking the bulge between his thighs as he listens intently to your words. His soft moans are barely audible, but you're so attuned to him, you pick them up.

The image in your mind is making you quite hot to tell the truth.

You lick your lips, determined to concentrate on what you're doing, knowing you're going to prove him wrong about your sex appeal.

And both of you are going to enjoy the process enormously.

*****

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author:Sara