Crimes Between Us

Chapter Four

Rating: NC-17

After two hours of tramping around in circles, while infinitely grateful that he'd

healed my ankle or I'd be ten times worse off than I was then, I was still annoyed.

"Obi-Wan. With all due respect oh great Jedi one, we've been by this burnt out tree

four times. "

The young Jedi shushed me. "Quiet, I'm trying to let the Force guide me."

I laughed. Long and loud. "The Force doesn't know where it's going and neither do

you." Spying a cave, I stopped and put my pack down, stepping just inside to inspect

it's contents. It was empty. "I'm not walking any further tonight. I'm sure if you

don't show up back at camp, Qui-Gon will know something's wrong and open up

that link again."

"Kalla." That voice. That accent. My name. My undoing. "Come on. Just a little

while further."

Maybe not quite my undoing. But it unnerved me, for sure. "Nope. If you find

camp, come back for me. Leave a trail of peanuts or something."

"Don't be ridiculous."

"Me? Ridiculous?" Now he was pushing my buttons. Arrogant Jedi. "Ridiculous

is you trying to find your way out of this creepy forest in pitch black. Try to call

Qui-Gon again."

Obi-Wan sighed. I was sure he was thinking I was just as arrogant as he was. It

was a battle of the wills for sure. "I just did."

"On your comlink."

"Because it would be suddenly fixed?" he sniffed.

I rolled my eyes. "Just humor me."

"Humoring Kalla Solo seems to be the story of my life these days," he muttered,

flipping the comlink on his wrist open and pressing several buttons.

I pondered our relationship just then, the throwing together of two people, roughly

the same age (him only a few years older than me), equally stubborn, equally

intelligent, but knowledgeable in two different sides of the spectrum, and wondered

how that was ever supposed to work.

"Trust me, Kenobi, you don't humor me all that often," I finally muttered back.

The Jedi looked up. His blue eyes bore into mine and I wondered what he saw there.

Did he think about me in the middle of the night the way I found myself thinking of

him? Or would he look right through me always, the way he seemed to be right

now?

"Doesn't work. Still."

I frowned, suddenly finding myself mad at him. I wasn't sure why, except that I'd

convinced myself that he saw me as nothing more than an annoying little girl, the

occasional verbal lashing of the tongue and even the occasional wrestling match

we'd engaged in nothing more than just a way to pass the time.

"Fine," I muttered, suddenly wanting to be alone more than anything. "Thank you for trying.

I'm gonna gather some wood and try to start a fire at the entrance to that cave over

there."

He said my name again, and it brought tears to my eyes. "Kalla--"

I kept walking, determined not to let him get to me. When I was finally able to speak

without my voice betraying my emotion, I said, "Leave me alone, Kenobi. Do what

you want. Circle the forest until daybreak for all I care. But stay away from me."

I'd had time to build the fire and get it lit, and by then I thought he'd truly gone on

his way. I was surprised when Obi-Wan entered the dank cave, on instinct I

abruptly opened my mouth to protest his presence there. My words were drowned

by his low growl of objection and the slight shake of his head. The message was

clear. I wasn't getting my peace tonight. The young Jedi would not leave me alone.

I didn't know if I was really annoyed by that, or flattered.

"It is against my code," he said by way of explanation. He did not look at me as he

said it, merely picking up a stick from the ground and pushing at the embers of the

fire near the entrance of the cave.

He did not look up as I laughed softly, and did not respond when I muttered my

disagreement. "It's against your code to leave me alone?!"

It served to frustrate me further when the Jedi ignored me, settling himself on the

ground near the flames and holding his hands out to warm them. His skin

illuminated a deep amber color in the orange glow of the fire. I tried not to stare. It

was pitch dark out, and the fire created strange shadows that danced across the cave

walls. Obi-Wan's blue eyes lit up then darkened of their own accord as the light

slithered across his face.

I sighed loudly, finally drawing the Jedi's attention. "Something wrong, Miss

Solo?" he breathed, amusement shining in his eyes.

I frowned. "Yeah, you're in my cave."

"Your cave?" Obi-Wan stood, approaching me incredulously.

I backed away as he advanced, until my back was flush against the far wall of the

small cavern, and there was nowhere left for me to go. "My cave," I repeated,

struggling for my voice to remain strong despite my acquiescent position. "I found

it, I built the fire, I'm staying here tonight."

Obi-Wan's eyes looked as dark as the midnight sky as he stared at me, his broad

body dwarfing the leaping strokes of light at the mouth of the cave. "What will you

do without me here?" he asked, his voice low, relaxed, maddening.

I opened my mouth to respond but snapped it shut again when the Jedi's arms

snaked out and plastered themselves against the wall on either side of my head. He

leaned forward, his breath tickling the soft skin on my face. "Who would be here to

protect you?" he whispered sensually.

A shiver bolted through my body and I steadied myself so the boy would not notice

it. Who was I kidding? He was a Jedi. He could reach into my mind any time he

wanted and find out what I was thinking. Right now though, he didn't seem to be

interested in that. He merely moved closer, his cheek brushing mine, full lips--those

lips I'd spent hours dreaming about--grazing softly against my ear.

Suddenly, the fire crackled and my senses came crashing down around me. Where I

was---who I was with. "The only person I need protecting from," I muttered,

pushing him slightly back with my hands, "is you, Kenobi."

Obi-Wan seemed taken aback at first, but he quickly composed himself, removing his

hands from the cold stone wall and touching my shoulders softly with his fingertips.

"We need to stop this Kalla," he whispered, his voice tinged with desire.

My green eyes flashed. "Stop what, Obi-Wan?"

The Jedi dropped his hands to his sides and curled his fingers into his palms. He

seemed about to say more, but shook his head slightly as his conscience, or something

else, decided against it. Instead, a hand that had been locked into a fist at his side

came up to my face, seemingly of it's own volition, his palm cupping my cheek.

Slowly, tentatively, his lips moved to mine, touching briefly for a moment, soft,

feathery, then with more authority. He kept his mouth closed, waiting to see if I

would push him away.

Perhaps I'd push him back into the fire. Perhaps I'd make him regret the moment he ever

thought of kissing me.

But I didn't. Instead, my body went limp beneath his, and my lips parted as a soft

sign escaped my lips. Obi-Wan used this as an opportunity to deepen our joining,

easing his warm, soft tongue partway inside of my mouth. Still, no resistance. In

fact, my hands fluttered tentatively to his waist, gripping the wool of his cloak

tightly in my fists. The young Jedi's tongue stroked mine, tasting, exploring, as the

kiss grew even more insistent.

I felt myself melt into the kiss and begin to give back, moving my mouth hungrily

against his, my tongue clashing with the Jedi's for control. My hands floated up to

his face, resting palms on either side of it, applying slight pressure to his cheeks and

the sides of his head to attempt to gain control of the moment.

But it wasn't to be. Obi-Wan maneuvered his body so that it was flush against mine,

pressing me into the cool cave wall. His other hand snaked across my waist,

enjoining me to him, legs entwined with legs, groin to heated groin, chest to chest,

and our mouths, hungry, searching, desperate.

I began to get dizzy, from lack of oxygen or the severity of the kiss, I wasn't quite

sure. But I held on, hands leaving his face and slipping around to the back of his

neck, gripping into the soft, short hair, my fingers brushing his Padawan braid.

When it felt my lungs would burst, I finally, reluctantly pulled away. My eyes

locked with heavy lidded blue ones and I realized...

This was Obi-Wan! What the hell was I thinking? We couldn't stand each other.

Right?

A gush of air escaped my lungs and I pushed it out, sagging against the wall. I didn't

know what to do now. My mind was rushing, my brain telling me to run, my body

begging to stay. Struggling for control, I stood a bit straighter and ran my fingers

through my tousled hair. Opening my mouth to speak, I nearly choked when Obi-

Wan advanced again, cutting me off with another searing kiss.

This time, I allowed him to have complete control, not protesting when he shrugged

off his cloak and tossed it to the ground at our feet. Not protesting when his arms

went around my back and, still not breaking the kiss, when he propelled me around

so that he was against the wall of the cave. And not protesting when he brought his

hands up between us and gripped the hem line of my shirt, tugging it urgently

upward until I was forced to break away from his delicious lips so he could get the

shirt over my head.

There was a small moment of clarity when I stepped away and allowed the shirt to

be removed from my body, when I locked eyes with him once again and realized

where I was, who I was with, and what I was about to do. But I remembered what

Obi-Wan had said earlier, about closing off the mind because things became

distractions, and I did just that, not allowing myself to look into his eyes for too long.

Instead, I advanced upon him again, my own fingers clawing at his tunic, pushing it

desperately from his shoulders and gasping when it fell away with ease, revealing

the most exquisite, golden, muscled chest I'd ever seen. My mouth, of it's own

volition, it seemed, moved from his lips to his chin, placing soft, wet kisses in the

slight dimple there, then moving downward until I was devouring his neck. I let my

instincts guide me, shutting off my mind completely and allowing the soft moans

coming from the Jedi to guide me.

Obi-Wan's hands flew to the waistband of my pants and tugged them impatiently

downward, and I stepped out of them willingly, my mouth never leaving the pulse at

the base of his neck where I was teasing him with my tongue, sending small tremors

through his entire body as I sucked on the sensitive nerves. His hands wandered my

body, gliding soft palms and nimble fingers over every curve, my skin turning to fire

everywhere he touched. I, in turn, moved my own hands down to shed him of his

pants, taking down his boxers with one swift movement as I did so.

Obi-Wan's cock was large and erect, already weeping at the tip, evidence of the

effect I was having on him. He leaned his weight into me, his hardness pressing into

my stomach, causing my knees to buckle and he guided us both gently down to the

cloak on the floor of the cave. I lay back willingly, my back arching as he kneeled

above me and glided expert fingers over the lacy fabric of my bra.

I became astutely aware of my surroundings as I lay on the dark ground, in white

lace panties and a matching bra. My hair splayed out on either side of my head, my

expression I knew, a mixture of apprehension, contentedness and desire. Moving his

hands over my erect nipples again, he smiled slightly as he reached underneath me

and unhooked my bra.

I shivered as the cool air brushed over my hardened buds as two large, plump

breasts were revealed. He did not hesitate to lower himself to me, securing his body

weight on either side of me with strong, powerful arms. His lips clamped onto one

sweet red peak, sucking furiously like a baby on a mothers breast. I moaned loudly,

my hands immediately raking into his brown hair, pushing him closer to my chest,

begging him to taste me further. He complied, moving from one breast to the other,

sucking on my skin, running his rough tongue over the cherry red buds, even

nipping slightly then licking away the pain.

My hips rose as the bolts of pleasure the Jedi was sending through my breasts made

their way to my groin, causing it to ache for attention. I could feel his massive

erection pressing into my thigh, moistness leaking from it's tip as I thrashed and

undulated against it. Finally, his name carried from my mouth on a high-pitched,

pleading moan, begging him to release my tortured breasts and concentrate his

efforts elsewhere.

"Obi-Wan--please--"

At this utterance, the young man looked up, blue eyes locking onto the shining green

ones that I gazed up at him with, and instead of doing what my mind screamed at me

to do, which was stopping this before I went too far to turn back, I instead

encouraged him to move down my body, trailing kisses from his hot, wet mouth

down my torso to my belly, where his tongue dipped into the cavern of my belly

button before traveling lower.

Obi-Wan pressed his face into my panty-covered crotch, and I heard my own soft,

satiated moans echoing throughout the cave not realizing the way my hips bucked up

against him, begging him for more contact. His hands traveled to the waistband of

the final barrier separating him from my most private gift, and he only lifted his

head long enough to slide the dampened garment from my hips and toss them

casually to the side. In moments, he was back, kissing and licking at the insides of

my thighs before nuzzling my swollen pink lips apart.

I gasped loudly and arched upward again as Obi-Wan's tongue darted quickly out of

his mouth and tasted my center. He lapped at me, tongue teasing every fold and

ridge, taking his cue from the gasps and moans I released, like the expert lover he

was proving himself to be. My hands sunk into his hair and I guided him across my

aching sex until finally pushing him toward my swollen clit, begging him for

attention there. Obi-Wan readily complied, running his rough tongue over the erect

bud, sucking and licking at it until I was moaning steadily in pleasure, my hips

rocking and bucking against him as wave after wave of sensation floated over me.

I felt my knees go weak and they fell lazily to each side as I guided the Jedi along my

sensitive bud, feeling my orgasm approaching quickly. Breath came in short gasps

and dizziness washed over me as I came. I bucked my hips upward, simultaneously

pushing Obi-Wan's face closer to my needy button, and he more than delivered,

sucking hungrily at my as my passion juices flowed out of me.

Obi-Wan licked every last drop from my satiated mound, while I rocked slowly back

and forth, riding out the wave of pleasure as long as it would last, and moaning his

name softly, over and over. I wasn't even aware I was doing it, his name flowing off

my tongue, the satisfied, breathless whisper of air on my lips.

Moving up my now-limp body, Obi-Wan positioned himself over me, the head of his

cock brushing up against my trembling, wet skin. Meeting my eyes, he couldn't

seem to bring himself to plunge into me, instead, he hesitated, reaching up and

brushing the sweaty hair from my forehead. Then, still without entering me, he

leaned down and claimed my mouth in a salty kiss, sharing my taste. I groaned and

kissed feverently back, thanking him for his efforts.

Although my hips rose slightly, meeting his waiting penis with the folds of my sex,

Obi-Wan still asked. I figured he knew it could be his undoing, and good Padawan

he was, he couldn't proceed without asking.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

I stared at him for a moment, feeling time stop. My heart thundered in my chest, a

pulse I felt echoed in his wanting penis, but he remained still, waiting. Finally, a

lazy grin spread over my face and I used every ounce of my strength to lift myself

up, pushing Obi-Wan over onto his back.

He landed with a thud, the air escaping his lungs in a surprised whoosh. Placing my

hands on his shoulders, I straddled the Jedi, my knees bending and locking on either

side of his hips. Slowly, agonizingly, I lowered myself, impaling myself on his dick. I

laughed breathlessly as I did so and claimed, "I always have to do everything myself

with you, don't I Kenobi?"

My teasing tone, hopefully, told him that I was fully aware of the situation, and it's

consequences, and still wanted it. Relaxing under me, he gazed up, locking his eyes

on my tits, bouncing as I rode him easily until my hips finally ground against his.

We both groaned at the sensation of Obi-Wan completely filling me. I remained still

for a moment, allowing my body to get used to the stretched, filled feeling of this

man inside of me. I'd been impressed at his length, and he felt even bigger now that

he was filling me. Leaning down, I kissed his lips briefly, then pushed my body back

up and leaned back, bracing my hands on the ground on either side of his knees. I

rode him at this deep angle, shuddering each time he pushed up into me.

He was hitting my sensitive button with each thrust, and when he reached up to

tweak and twist my nipples with wetted fingers, I nearly cried out and came again.

Biting on my lip, I resolved herself to wait for him, quickening my thrusts as I

ground against him.

God, he was sexy. Sweat coated his skin, causing it to glisten with the glowing

embers in the dying fire. He was more than sexy. He was beautiful. Moving his

hands from my nipples, he gripped at my waist and guided my thrusts, bucking his

hips up in rhythm to the dance I'd created. Obi-Wan's breath shallowed readily,

and he knew he wasn't going to last very much longer.

Unexpectedly, I felt the orgasm overtake me, and I threw my head back and let out a

long, low moan. Obi-Wan slipped one hand down to where our bodies were joined

and rubbed at my clit as I came. It only intensified my orgasm, and I screamed as

this wave washed over me, spasms shooting throughout my body as white hot stars

exploded in front of my eyes.

I was completely spent as I slunk forward, my body connecting with Obi-Wan's

broad chest, a thin sheen of sweat glistening on my skin. I felt him jump inside of me

at the new angle, and realized he still had not released. Raising my head, I claimed

his lips in a slow, languorous kiss.

"Cut the Jedi control, Kenobi" I hissed when we parted. "Are you gonna have fun

or are you gonna prove what a man you are?"

Obi-Wan widened his eyes at this remark and a sly smile spread across his face.

With one quick movement, he was out of me, shivering as the cool air in the cave

assaulted his hard, wet cock. I moaned slightly as his dick left my body, but it turned

into a giggle when the Jedi lifted me in his strong arms and pushed me up against the

wall of the cave. I wrapped my legs around his waist and allowed him to impale me

once again on his erection. He stood, holding me up against the wall, and pumped

furiously in and out of my tight velvety softness.

I moaned as my breasts bounced, nipples raking against that perfect chest. Obi-Wan

slipped his tongue into my mouth and kissed me roughly, and I felt his moans flow

into my mouth as he thrust even harder and began to come.

His dick pulsed and jumped inside my smooth tunnel, and with one final push and a

long, low groan muffled into my mouth, Obi-Wan exploded, shooting his passion

deep inside my body. He stayed his cock inside of me, shuddering violently with the

effects of his orgasm, then moved it slowly in and out, milking the last of the feeling.

It seemed to be taking every ounce of strength he had to remain standing. Finally,

he collapsed backwards, bringing me with him tumbling onto the cloak at their feet.

He kept me cradled in his arms, his dick softening inside my pussy.

"That's more like it, Jedi," I murmured into his neck, feeling sleep overtake my

weary body. I didn't care if time stopped and left us there, together, not fighting, in

that little cave, where we could make love as often as we wanted. I placed several

soft kisses across his salty, sweaty skin before allowing myself to drift off, feeling

utterly peaceful and content in his arms.

**

When I awoke, I realized Obi-Wan was still inside of me and smiled. Untangling

myself from his arms, I looked up and saw dawn breaking at the mouth of the cave.

I grimaced as his dick slipped out of me, but he didn't stir, and I stood cautiously, my

legs slightly shaky from the activity the night before and made my way outside.

Still naked, I walked down to the nearby stream and waded into the water. My

thoughts drifted to the Jedi sleeping in the cave, and I wondered what he would

think about the night before. I didn't even know what I thought about the night

before. I'd wanted it--wanted him--so badly. But we barely could be in the same

room without fighting. I sighed. I had no idea what would happen now.

A presence approaching from behind didn't startle me. I could feel him even before

his arms wrapped around my waist, his naked body pressing into my back. I could

feel his penis pressed up against my buttocks, flaccid but warm and pulsing with life.

I smiled as his lips met the crook of my neck and he bit softly, then licked away the

pain. He didn't speak and finally I turned, meeting his eyes and seeing the same

apprehension that I knew shone in mine.

I pulled the Jedi further into the water until it came to both our waists. I didn't

know what to say, so didn't say anything. Our eyes never left each other as I dipped

myself down and wet my hair, then rose again, my nipples jutting out from the cool

water.

Obi-Wan reached out and caressed them, then finally broke the stare as he took one

into his mouth and sucked lazily on it. I gasped slightly, moving us toward the

waterfall at the far edge of the lake as he mouthed my tit. We half swam, half

drifted there, playing tentatively with each other as we went. Obi-Wan bathed each

nipple with his tongue, then claimed my lips with his for a long, slow kiss. I reached

down into the water and stroked his penis, bringing it half-way erect despite the cold

water. When we finally reached the waterfall, we kissed long and hard under the

rushing water, no doubt both enjoying the roaring in our ears that drowned out any

nagging voices of conscience. Obi-Wan turned me around, pressing his now fully

erect cock into my back and kissing my neck as he had first thing that morning. He

pushed me through the shallow water up to the wall on the other side of the

waterfall. We stood in the knee deep water, completely blanketed by the rushing

sheet of water that fell from a higher mountain. Obi-Wan dipped down, kissing my

shoulders and back before arcing my hips toward him and entering me from behind.

I groaned softly and clawed at the rocks I was pushed up against as I felt him slide

into me. My tender nipples scraped against the rock in front of me and I squeezed

my eyes shut, concentrating on every sensation flowing through my body. Obi-Wan

began to pump slowly in and out, one hand gripping my hip for balance, the other

snaking around and caressing my belly. I groaned loudly as he dipped his hand

lower and stroked at my clit.

Unexpectedly, Obi-Wan moaned and sped up his thrusts, simultaneously pinching

my sensitive clit. "I'm going to come," he moaned into my ear, his breath hitting

every nerve. I moaned in turn. "Come with me," he breathed softly, panting as he

pushed deep into me, then slid out, almost completely, then pushed back in. Over

and over, strokes so long and hard that I began to lose track of where one ended and

the next began.

I felt my own orgasm building, stroke by agonizing stroke until I could bear it no

more. I cried out not caring that I hadn't waited for him.

But true to promise, Obi-Wan came at that instant, his grip on my hips tightening

almost painfully as he pushed one last time into me then shuddered with his climax.

I could feel the warm wetness lurching into me, and I reveled in it, feeling the power

of the Jedi surging through me. He groaned loudly, calling out my name as I

clenched my vaginal muscles, drawing every drop from his body.

Finally, after a long, audible climax, we both stilled. I leaned back into the Jedi's

strong arms and sighed contentedly. He turned me around and led me back into the

water, then kissed me softly, easily, keeping me tightly pressed to him.

We stayed like that for a long while, both resisting what we knew we had to do.

Finally, I voiced it.

"What are the chances that we could just stay here, just make love all day and all

night and not worry about Correlia, or Macedonians or anything like that?"

Obi-Wan chuckled, but it trailed off into a sad sigh. "This is going to be hard you

know," he ventured.

I looked up at him, then reached up and brushed his forehead lightly with my

fingers. "I know," I whispered quietly, silencing any more talk of it with a long,

hard kiss.