Relieving Office Tension, by Crysta Novelli

Rating: PG-13
Characters: You and a certain adorable padawan
Category: ABH
Archive: Sure! Just let me know so I can stop by and admire it!
Feedback: Always appreciated!
Summary: You're at work, and you don't want to be. Someone shows up to help you get through the day.
Disclaimer: I don't own you or the padawan, and I'm not making anything off of this. I promise - he just stopped by for a short visit.

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You lean back in your chair in your cubicle, trying to refocus your tired eyes on the computer screen before you. For some reason, the clicking of keyboards coming from the surrounding cubes sounds louder today. Not being able to concentrate on the work you need to get done, you're tired of checking your e-mail, waiting on letters from friends who are busy actually working today.

You close your eyes for a moment, trying once again to rest and refocus your eyes. You are well aware that the focus of the screen is fine. 'If only you had gotten more sleep last night,' you think, stretching your arms above your head. The stiffness in your shoulders won't seem to go away either, and you find yourself longing for a nice warm bed, with a nice warm body in it to curl up beside as you drift off to a sound, restful sleep.

Shaking your head to clear the image, you open your eyes and return your gaze to the computer screen. Your hands remain on your shoulders, trying to ease a little of the stiffness so that you can get back to typing.

Suddenly, your hands are covered by a pair of warm, strong hands. Masculine hands, you notice, turning your head to look at them. Funny, you hadn't heard anyone come in, but then you were deep in thought, so you weren't too surprised. Your turn slightly in your chair and raise your eyes to see who has come to invade your office space.

Your eyes grow wide as your gaze locks with that of a young Jedi padawan. "Obi-Wan Kenobi?" you breathe, surprised to see him, of all people, in your cube. He gazes at you with those deep blue eyes, and greets you with a smile and a single finger to your lips.

//Shhh...// you hear in your mind. //No questions. Just relax...//

You close your eyes at the words, completely willing to obey. You're far to tired to ask questions anyway.

His soft hands take yours from your shoulders and place them in your lap. The padawan's gentle hands glide over the backs of your hands, his fingertips caressing your wrists. Then his palms slowly drift up your bare arms to come to rest on your shoulders once again. The strong hands gently begin kneading your stiff shoulders, chasing the tension away. You lean back into his touch, sighing as he finds a particularly stiff knot and gently, yet firmly works it out. Little ringlets of fire chase each other over your skin, racing from your muscles and evaporating into the air around you. You marvel over his ability, wondering where he's been all your life.

After a while of simply working your shoulders, the tension is finally gone, and the padawan kneels behind you now, his warm breath tickling your ear as he leans forward and takes an earlobe into his mouth. He suckles it gently, and you moan lightly. As you roll your head to the side, his lips move from your earlobe to your neck, his tongue leaving little ringlets of fire dancing over your skin. He stops, blowing gently on the moistened skin, and your breath catches in your throat. You can sense him smile as he resumes his gentle caresses on your skin. There is no more tension left in your body now. Somehow the padawan's magic touch has managed to chase it all away.

You smile, completely relaxed now, as he stands, running his hands once more over your arms and shoulders, then curling a strand of your hair around one finger and tugging gently. A hand snakes around to your chin, turning your head back towards him. You comply, and turning, you are met by his lips on your own. The kiss is soft, sensuous, and tender. His tongue glides out to taste your lips, and you part them, allowing him access. Obi-Wan explores every corner of your mouth, including your own tongue, leaving you breathless when he pulls away. You open your eyes to meet his, and he smiles at you again. His hand reaches out to your face, and he runs a finger along your temple and down your cheek, where it lingers on your chin for a moment.

He holds your gaze, and you know that he is about to leave. "Thank you,"you whisper softly, and he nods, his deep blue eyes sparkling magically. Turning your head, you watch him walk away, out of your cube, and you breathe deeply. Closing your eyes once more, you re-run every caress through your mind, allowing yourself one last moment of rest before you open your eyes and return your attention to the screen before you.

*THE END*