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Title: “Mine” (1/1)

Author: Darth Diebin

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Rating: Pointless, Plotless, Smut. NC-17

Archive: All lists. Disclaimer: I do not own Obi-Wan Kenobi, although I do sleep with him from time to time. Hope you don’t mind, George.

Warning: Agressive and posessive Obi! (Yeah . . . all he needs now is the leather . . .)

Author’s note: Lady Destria and I created the characters of Ilishia and Dania together. Up until this point, she wrote all the smut about them and I wrote everything else. However, I wanted to write this story, so I’m borrowing “smutty-Dania” from Des. I’ll give her back in one piece, Lady D, I promise. *grin* And now you owe me that darn sandwich story you started! Pay up!

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She didn’t want to be there. Having so recently fought with Obi-Wan, Dania chafed at the restrictions that required her presence at the Temple affair, forcing her to occupy the same room as Obi-Wan, his very presence scraping against nerves left raw by their intense falling out.

Master Ilishia had been firm, however, refusing to let her Padawan wriggle out of her responsibility.

“Dania,” Ilishia said patiently, staring down at her Apprentice with a steely gaze. “When you first became involved with Obi-Wan, I warned you that liaisons among the ranks of the Jedi could be perilous. You have argued with Padawan Kenobi. Fine. I feel for your pain. However, the rest of the Galaxy could care less--and it is the rest of the Galaxy that matters. We are servants, Dania--but servants to the people, not to our own desires. Do you understand me, Padawan?”

“Yes Master.” There was little more Dania could say. She saw the sense in her Masters words, but it didn’t make things any easier.

At first it had been a game. She could feel his eyes on her as she mingled with the crowd, feel the intensity of his gaze. He was dangerous, Obi-Wan Kenobi. Dangerous in the manner of a predator--once focused on his goal, he let little stand in his way.

So she had flirted carelessly with the male Padawans, letting one after another lead her around the dance floor, letting them hold her closer than she liked, even letting some of them kiss her. Let Obi-Wan Kenobi watch her--she could care no less.

Part of her knew this was dangerous. Obi-Wan had proved more than once in the past that he had a very large streak of protector in him--an emotion that sometimes crossed the line into possessiveness. She could feel the heat in his gaze increase as the night went on, feel the electric tension through the bond they shared.

She would hear about this later, she knew. He would yell, he would rage. It was possible she was dooming their relationship right there--but pettiness, an emotion she thought she was far above, was her ruler now. She wanted to hurt him. She wanted to make him feel as low and dejected as she had felt.

She met his eyes only once--and the unmistakable message she read there fueled her to a new height. ::Mine!:: his gaze snarled. ::Not now,:: hers responded, fitting actions to words as she linked arms with her current admirer. Giving Obi-Wan a purposefully bland look, she turned and graced her new companion with the force of one of her most dazzling smiles, watching smugly how his knees seemed to suddenly get rubbery--while other parts of him firmed up.

“I’m growing tired of this,” Dania said lightly. The man, she didn’t even know his name--or care--was quick to offer her an escort back to her room. Refraining from looking back at Obi-Wan, Dania let the stranger lead her from the room.

They were only half way back to Dania’s apartments when Obi-Wan caught up with them.

“Excuse me, Lucanio,” Obi-Wan said, obviously more familiar with the Padawan holding Dania’s arm than she was, “but Master Ilishia asked me to fetch Dania for her. I’m sure you will excuse us.” His voice was light, but Dania could sense the danger in him--he was strung so tightly he seemed like he was ready to explode.

Lucanio cast Obi-Wan a look of pure disgust before bowing over Dania’s hand, gracing her with an elegant kiss. “Later, my lady,” he said softly, glaring again at Obi-Wan--who couldn’t have been more oblivious to Lucanio if the other man had been invisible.

Lucanio had just disappeared around the corner when Obi-Wan snatched Dania up, pushing her up against a nearby wall and latching his mouth onto hers. There was no questioning in his kiss--no sharing or asking. With his lips he took possession of her, completely and totally, leaving her no space to think or breath. Dania struggled weakly, trying to push him away before she fainted from lack of oxygen.

He pulled back for a moment, only long enough for Dania to take a ragged gasp of air, and his lips were back again, this time his tongue shoving roughly between her lips, seeking out her own and plunging against it.

Dania was dazed when he pulled back, fighting against her own senses to reclaim her scattered wits. Taking advantage of her momentary confusion, Obi-Wan scooped up the diminutive Dania and strode purposefully towards his room, which was considerably closer than hers.

She began struggling again when she understood his destination, but Obi-Wan’s arms were locked almost painfully around her--and he was considerably stronger than her. Although a Padawan, Dania was training to become a Jedi Healer, as opposed to a Knight, and therefore had a significantly less rigorous physical training routine, leaving her helpless to escape the much stronger Obi-Wan.

He held her even after he had opened his door, locking it and striding into the bedroom before tossing her down on his bed.

“You are mine, Dania D’oi’seda,” he snarled at her, shedding his robe in one swift movement before joining her on the bed, maneuvering himself so that he lay on top of her, pinning her down with his greater mass. She attempted to spit at him, but he put a large hand over her mouth, cutting off her protests. “You forgot it this evening. You will never forget it again.”

Dania bit his hand.

It all went downhill from there. Pinning her arms above her head, Obi-Wan began kissing her again, his mouth burning a path down her chin and neck with its intensity. He was ruthless in his manipulations, knowing every spot on her body that was sensitive to his touch, using all of his knowledge to make her body respond to him. Teeth grazed the skin on the side of her neck before rough lips began to draw on the sensitive flesh--knowing that he would leave a mark and reveling in it.

Mine, he growled within her mind again, dragging his face up to hers and pinning her to the bed with the fierceness of his gaze.

“No,” Dania responded, meeting him glare for glare.

Securing her arms with the Force, Obi-Wan moved down her body, pushing her shirt aside and letting his mouth descend on her stomach. He bit her softly, moving upwards and capturing one nipple between his teeth, growling in pleasure at the way her entire body arched up off of the bed.

::Mine,:: he said again, the thought roaring inside of Dania’s mind.

“No!” she cried, refusing to respond to him in his mind. Using her own skill in the Force, she slipped free of the bonds around her arm, lunging from the bed in one graceful move, tumbling head over heels before coming up on her feet.

Dania had only taken one step before she hit the floor again, her body pressed into the carpet by the weight on top of her. “I’m faster than you, and you know it,” a low voice purred in her ear, breaking off to bite her earlobe. The mouth moved to the back of her neck, one strong hand gathering her hair up and pushing it aside.

Dania couldn’t help the gasp that escaped her as the warm lips crushed against the back of her skull, the rough tongue sneaking out to trace designs on the skin right below her hair line. Obi-Wan had discovered long ago that proper attention to this spot could leave Dania whimpering in a matter of moments, and he took full advantage of it, adding teeth to the lingering caress, sucking and licking and nibbling in turn.

::Mine!::

“No--” Dania’s voice was breathless as she tried in vain to ignore the sensations flowing over her, tried to buck up and dislodge the body above her, only to find herself flipped over, Obi-Wan straddling her stomach, his knees holding her arms tight at her side.

He didn’t even bother to take her shirt off, simply ripping the buttons aside and letting it fall open. His mouth fell to her shoulder, teeth dragging against her skin as he moved his mouth lower, stopping when he reached the swell of her breast. Teasingly, Obi-Wan let his mouth circle around it in an endless spiral, coming closer and closer to the sensitive nipple without actually touching it.

::Mine.:: The voice was soft and insinuating now, caressing the inside of her mind. Only Dania’s pride caused her to stutter out a denial, past the point of being able to think straight.

She let out a soft cry as his mouth finally took her nipple, flicking it a few times with his tongue before beginning to suck in earnest. Against her will her body arched up towards him, and Obi-Wan rumbled his approval, purring against her skin.

Dania almost cried out when his mouth left her skin, but he was beginning to move downwards. She felt her arms pinned to the floor with the Force again, but she couldn’t gather her wits enough to free herself--and to be completely honest she no longer wanted to.

She felt the fastener on her pants give, felt his warm breath against her, a stark contrast to the cool air as he stripped her body of it’s covering with practiced ease.

Hands ran over her legs, caressing and touching possessivly before sliding around to grip her bottom and squeeze roughly, lifting her lower body off of the floor.

“Obi-Wan . . no--” Her protest broke off on a moan as he did what she was afraid he would, burying his mouth in her and giving her one long, searing lick, causing her to scream.

His eyes lifted to meet hers over the length of her body, eyes that burned into her skull. “Mine,” he almost purred, letting his breath tease the aching warmth beneath his mouth.

“Yours,” Dania rasped out, squirming against his tight hold. “By the gods, Obi--please!” ::Yours, yours, yours!:: she cried out in her mind.

Dania had never seen somebody change so quickly. Before she could even blink the strange, aggressive Obi-Wan had disappeared--and she found herself being carried to the bed and set down gently as lips claimed hers in the most heartbreakingly tender kiss she’d ever received. Obi-Wan’s hand fanned out against the sides of her face, cradling her head gently as his thumbs caressed the soft skin underneath her eyes.

“I love you, Dania,” he whispered against her lips when he finally pulled back.

“Love you too. Sorry--” The apology cut off in a gasp as Obi-Wan slid down Dania’s body again, this time to claim her with achingly tender gentleness. Her entire body arched off the bed as his began slow, loving licks--making her shudder with the need for release.

One finger, then two found their way between her legs to join in the skillful dance, and Dania began to whimper. Obi-Wan /knew/ her . . . knew every spot and touch and place on her body that would respond to him, and he was using that knowledge ruthlessly.

“Please,” Dania gasped, trying to pull back from him even though her entire body ached to be closer. “Need you--want /you/--”

“Soon enough,” came the muffled response as Obi-Wan continued his ministrations, stealing Dania of even the ability to speak. She felt Obi-Wan’s mind begin to twine with hers, wrapping her in love and want and need. His emotions were amazing, startling--overwhelming.

The waves began deep inside her, building with a slow desperate intensity that almost scared her. Her last thoughts, cried out as she spiraled up into oblivious rapture, reached Obi-Wan and made him groan with need. ::Yours! I love you!::

She had hardly come down from that mystical place Obi-Wan had sent her when she found herself beginning to rise towards it again. Obi-Wan was on top of her, inside her--pulsing hot and needy. His mouth fell to hers, devouring her with warm, hungry kisses.

::Forgive?:: The thought tore through Dania’s mind on a wave of pleasure, and she forced her eyes open to stare in to the quicksilver eyes above her.

“Nothing to forgive,” she said softly, leaning up to kiss Obi-Wan again.

He threw back his head with a hoarse growl and began to move, hips thrusting with reckless abandon. Dania felt one of his arms slide around the back of her shoulders, causing her head to fall back and bearing her neck to Obi-Wan’s hungry mouth. His other hand dug almost roughly into her hip, fingers clenching in time with his quickening thrusts.

The growl started low in his throat, growing louder and louder as he nuzzled with fierce intensity at Dania’s neck, shoulders, and breasts. The hand on her hip moved down and urged her leg up around his back, and Dania groaned as the action enabled him to bury himself even deeper within her. She could feel herself about to fall--knew he was so close . . .

With her last conscious action Dania reached out and wrapped them both in her gift, connecting them through empathy so that they were one mind and one spirit, taking and receiving, chasing each other back and forth towards the edge.

The fall was long and hard, and for a long time they lay entwined, breathing heavily. Obi-Wan tried to shift to the side, but Dania held him tightly, savoring the feel of his body stretched out against hers.

“Remind me to make you jealous more often,” Dania finally said, opening her eyes to stare up at Obi-Wan. “That was rather enjoyable.”

The growl came from nowhere, and Dania fought to suppress a giggle. Obi-Wan had never growled before this night--it must be a new quirk.

“My lady,” he said firmly, staring down into Dania’s eyes with a piercing gaze, “I won’t be as forgiving next time.”

Dania's eyes sparkled as she ground her hips into Obi-Wan's, making him groan.

“Don’t tempt me, Obi-Wan Kenobi. Don’t tempt me.”

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