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Surprise!

by: Sarah

Rated: R (possibly NC-17 this part - if I can figure out how to write it)

Feedback: Please please please! Lay it on me! But no flames please.

Disclaimer: Everything from the StarWars universe belongs to George Lucas and 20th Century Fox. I make no money off of this and this story is in no way affiliated with Mr. Lucas and 20th Century Fox

Special Thanks: To all my list sibs, espically the Obi-Chicas who helped me to be come the Obi-Chick I am today. Without whom, I could never have begun to write Obi-Smut. And I'd also like to thank the millions of plot bunnies or in this case smut bunnies that visit me, basically everyday.

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You wake up, look at the clock, move to get out of bed, but when you realize how early it is (4:30 a.m. is what the clock reads), and that you have the day off from work you flop back down on the bed, and sleep for about another hour. At 5:30 you wake up again, and although you want to go back to sleep, you can't because your body just isn't used to sleeping in.

You get up out of bed, grab your flannel robe from your closet and quickly put it around your shoulders.

"Damn, it's cold! I really want to be going back to sleep right about now... but nooooo..... ", you mutter quite unhappily about the fact that its cold and you'd rather be sleeping in your nice warm and cozy bed.

You walk out your door, and over to the linen closet that is by your bathroom, and take two big fuzzy blue terrycloth towels.

"Well maybe a nice warm shower, will make me feel better.", you say as you sleepily walk towards the bathroom. You shut and lock the door behind you, hang up your robe on the door, walk over to the shower, and turn on the water, and as it wooshes from the faucet, you put your hand under it to test the temperature... It's a bit too cold for your liking.

"Ahhhh! That's cold!!!!" you shout, but since you are the only one who lives in the house, you don't have to worry about waking up the others that would be in the house. You turn the knob to the faucet swiftly to the left, hoping to warm up the water but when you put your hand under the faucet again, it's now WAY too hot!

"OWWWWWWWWWW!!!! OW! OW!!! OW!!!!!!", you holler at the top of your lungs. Once you've regained control your anger from your pain, you turn the knob to make the water a bit more lukewarm. While you are waiting you inspect your hand, and you decide that it was nothing too bad, and that you'll survive. But you are hoping that the rest of the galaxy didn't hear you not to meantion your neighbors.

You sigh, and then you take off your oversized sweatpants and t-shirt. And following that your underwear. You test the water with your other hand this time, and this time, you get a much better response.

"Ah, that's much better.", you finally smile, getting into the shower, and pushing in the shower button that is under the the knob to the faucet.

You just stand there just letting the warm water spray down on you.

Letting it help you to relax your sore and tense muscles. At the same time you begin to clear your mind of all stray thoughts, as the water pours down on you. Then after about 10 minutes, you pick up a washcloth, and the liquid body soap and begin to wash yourself.

You wash your arms, chest, stomach, and, your legs, and as you go to go over your stomach and chest area again, you feel a gentle pair of hands massaging your back, slowly trying to ease all the tension from your back.

The hand that you feel, feels vaguely familar, although you've never really felt it before. The hands move up and begin to massage your shoulders. Although you are afraid to find out who could be in here with you since you live alone and you know you went to bed alone last night, and that you know that you were the only one in the bathroom or at least you thought you were.

The thoughts of trying to figure out who in the universe could this possible be, scare you but yet, you remain calm. It's as if you are connected with this person in some way, and as a result your nerves are amazingly calm.

Without turning your head, you look out of the corner of your right eye.

And you see a thin but long braid hanging down from behind the persons ear, that is just barely touching your shoulder.

With a bit of shock now forming on your face, you look back to your orginal line of sight which is the shower wall with the shower head attached to it.

***Oh, wow...*** You think about what you just saw from the corner of your eye for a brief moment and you figure out who this mystery person finally is.

Suddenly you pause in thought, and then excitedly in a singsong voice you think to yourself. ***the Padawan is in my shower, the padawan is in my shower...*** You stop yourself, realizing that this is probably some wonderful dream that you are probably having, due to one of the many fics you read from your list sibs last night. ***Nah...***, you think to yourself.

***The padawan really isn't in my shower with me, although I wish he were..."

Your train of thought is suddenly cut off by Obi-Wan's voice in your head.

***Oh, but this isn't a dream, my darling lady....*** You gasp from the surprise of hearing his voice and from the excitement of knowning that this is real... Or so he says.