Disclaimers and such in part 1.

General jist: Lots of sex, not mine, don't sue me, story for Amber.
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The next time you wake up your are snuggled up closely to a very warm body.
For a moment you don’t even open your eyes, letting the sensation of being
held warm and safe wash over you.

Obi-Wan is shirtless, his arms tangled around you, holding your back firmly
to his chest. One of his legs is thrown over yours, his head chin resting on
top of your head. One of his hands is drifting idly across your stomach,
drawing thoughtless little patterns that make you shiver.

Almost without thinking you press your back more firmly against him, seeking
for more warmth. The hand on your stomach suddenly freezes as he wakes up,
letting out a startled gasp.

"I’m sorry--" he starts, but you just shake your head, pressing against him
again. His desire for you is obvious, a firm pressure against your lower
back, heat so searing that is penetrates your shirt and his pants easily.

"Please," you whisper, wiggling around until you can meet those glorious
eyes. "Please?"

"Why?" he replies, his voice a low groan. You can feel one of his hands,
creeping up your back under your shirt and running lightly over the skin of
you back. "You never--never wanted to before--"

One of your hands comes up to rest on his bare chest, his skin warm to the
touch. With a soft sigh you trace one of the muscles, watching as it
quivers. "You never asked before, Obi-Wan Kenobi." Looking up from under
lowered lashes, you smile slightly. "And I never would have dared ask you."

"Why not?" Obi-Wan responds, his free hand pulling back to begin undoing the
buttons down the front of your shirt. "You’re a very attractive woman, when
you’re not half-dead--and you must have realized long before now that I
value you very much for who you are."

"Ahhh," you reply, still tracing the planes of his chest with an idle
finger. "But you’re General Kenobi. Legendary warrior, second only to Master
Jinn in the fighting arts. I’m just a lowly little Healer who happened to
get assigned to your ship--"

"--by my request, as you well know--"

"--and wouldn’t dare try to seduce to infamous General Jedi Kenobi."

"How about if the infamous legendary totally insecure and yet mostly naked
General Jedi Kenobi tries to seduce you?" Obi-Wan asks, rolling over
suddenly so that you’re pinned beneath him, his face only centimeters from
your own. "Would you resist very much? Because if you did, I’d give up."

"I could probably be persuaded," you reply, arching your neck up to nuzzle
at his cheek. "But he’d have to kiss me first."

"With pleasure," Obi-Wan responds, tilting his head to the side and catching
your lips with his own.

The kiss starts off gentle, warm lips barely caressing your own before his
tongue sneaks out to trace the curve of your lower lip, urging your lips to
part.

The minute your mouths opened, it is if a floodgate had been lifted. All of
the stress of the past three weeks, your brush with death, his fear of
losing you--everything comes rushing at you at once, giving the kiss a
desperate edge. Before you can blink his hands are tangled in your hair,
tilting your head back as he slants his mouth across yours, tongue tangling
with yours with fierce desperation.

Your own hands come up to the back of his head, pulling frantically at the
tie holding his long hair into it’s utilitarian ponytail. His mouth grinds
into yours, sending shoots of electricity through your body, causing you to
make low moaning sounds of inarticulate need.

Finally his mouth leaves yours, leaving you panting harshly and trying to
regain your breath as his mouth slides down over your chin, tongue spiraling
intricate designs that burn and tingle. One of his hands has succeeded in
shoving your shirt off of your shoulders, leaving your collarbone free for
his attentions.

You let out a shuddering sigh that turns into a whimper as he licks at the
hollow of your throat, latching onto the pulse throbbing beneath his skin
and sucking hard. One hand travels up your body to cup your breast, thumb
sneaking out to caress the hard nipples as his mouth travels slowly down to
meet it.

You don’t bother supressing the moan that tears through you as his teeth
latch gently onto a nipple, worrying it softly before letting his tongue
snake out to soothe it, causing your entire body to arch up off the bed. His
only response is a low chuckle as he opens his mouth wider, sucking your
nipple between his lips and running his tongue around it as he suckles.

"Obi-Wan," you gasp out, hands clenching convulsively where they’re resting,
one on his shoulder and the other tangled in his hair. "Please . . ."

His only response is to shift to the right, lavishing the same treatment on
your other nipple as his hand drifts up to caress your lips and face.
Catching one if his fingers, you suck it into your mouth and trace your
tongue up and down it, delighting in his harsh moan.

His mouth slides slightly down, leaving a trail of kisses and soft bites
down your side and over to your navel, where he traces lightly before
teasing it slightly with his tongue. You suck harder on his finger, starting
to slide your mouth up and down it, hearing him moan again.

You release his finger and murmur, "I’d love to do that somewhere else,"
into his hand, pressing a kiss into his palm.

"Soon enough," he responds. Fingers hook into your undergarments, coaxing
them smoothly down your legs. "I’m busy right now."

Your attempt at a witty remark is cut off abruptly as he nuzzles the curls
between your legs, nudging your thighs apart with his shoulders. The sudden
kiss he presses to the sensitive skin makes you cry out, needing him
suddenly with a longing that’s almost an ache. He only has time for one
teasing lick across your bundle of nerves before you tangle your hands in
his hair, pulling him firmly up the bed.

"Time for that later," you gasp out, gluing your lips to his and kissing him
fiercely. One of your hands creeps down to plunge into the waistline of his
pants, clasping his erection and caressing it. You pull back and smile at
his ragged gasp as you squeeze his hardness carefully. "Now I want you."

Large hands tug anxiously on the ties to his pants, snapping them with a
muttered curse when they foil his trembling fingers. You continue to caress
him as he struggles with his pants, trying to squirm out of them.
Unfortunately for him, every time he wiggles it only rubs his hardness more
firmly into your hand, making him gasp for breath.

"Need help?" you finally purr, your hand caressing the length before fingers
dance out to brush across his sides. Taking his strangled groan as assent,
you quickly strip him of the pants, cramming them into the corner of the bed
before squirming around to survey your prize.

::Large . . .:: is all you have a chance to think before warm hands close on
your shoulder, dragging you up to lay prone across Obi-Wan’s body. His mouth
seizes yours again as his hands travel up and down your back, touching with
frantic longing.

"Now?" you gasp out, pulling back to kiss one cheekbone. Obi-Wan groans in
response, rolling over without letting go of you. Hands grasp your thighs as
he leans in for another kiss, guiding your legs up around his narrow hips.

You let out a howl as long fingers slide into you, a howl answered by
Obi-Wan’s harsh moan when he finds how ready you are for him. For a few
moments he massages you before pulling back, replacing fingers with
something hot and hard.

"Beautiful," he grates out as he slides slowly in, fingers clasping on your
hips as he tries to control his speed. You can feel yourself tossing your
head uselessly from side to side, ankles locking behind his back as you try
to pull him deeper, faster.

Suddenly his weight is on you, his body stretched out on top of yours. You
can feel him pulsing in your depths, his hips rocking almost desperately
against yours as he lets out little moans of need.

"Move," you urge, rocking your hips against his and causing him to groan.
"Now."

He pulls back a little ways before thrusting back in, hips rotating gently.
You can feel your eyes rolling back in your head as he repeats the gesture,
again and again, pulling back a little further each time.

Soon he’s pounding into you, his low moans echoing your own as his hips
grind against yours. Hands find their way under you to clasp your buttocks,
digging into your flesh as he pulls you upwards and changes the angle.

You open your eyes and moan at the erotic vision before you. Obi-Wan is on
his knees, fingers digging into your hips as he thrusts, golden chest
heaving. His head is tilted back, the glorious eyes closed. Honey-red hair
sticks to sweat covered shoulders and neck, a few strands hanging in his
face and swinging back and forth with his hypnotic strokes.

Feeling your gaze, Obi-Wan lets his eyes slide open. Passion and desire
swims in the gray-green depths as he drinks you in, letting lose a primal
cry as he thrusts even deeper. One hand slides around to brush against your
bundle, causing your body to jerk up, shoving yourself deeper on him.

"Come for me," he pleads between thrusts, voice a cross between a gasp and a
growl. The fingers playing with you become more insistent, stroking and
teasing mercilessly. "Please."

Your eyes slide shut as you feel the tremors began to start, your entire
body quivering as the overwhelming waves of pleasure pick you up and toss
you around. Obi-Wan groans deeply as your body tightens around him,
thrusting his hips even harder. With a harsh cry he collapses on top of you,
still thrusting as he claims your lips with his.

You can feel him bursting inside you even as you scream, lights flashing
behind your eyelids. Your entire body is trembling as you scream again,
riding the waves wherever they want to take you.

Whether you actually blacked or not is debatable, but it takes you so long
to regain your senses that you figure it doesn’t really matter anyway. Your
eyes drift open to see Obi-Wan hovering somewhat anxiously, obviously still
out of breath but even more obviously worried.

"I thought I might have hurt you," he whispers, collapsing gratefully next
to you when you smile at him and shake your head. "You--you probably
shouldn’t have expended that much energy. You were still pretty worn out."

Reaching up with one finger you trace his swollen lips, letting your smile
widen. "I’ll just skip the prescribed brisk walk around the ship, if it’s
okay with you," you respond, smiling as your finger is caught between those
tantalizing lips and kissed gently.

"Well don’t think you’re going to trick me into doing that again until
you’re well rested," Obi-Wan says with a straight face, hand drifting down
to caress your stomach. "I can’t have it said that I don’t take care of my
crew."

You pout up at him, eyes wide. "What if I want you to do it again?" you ask
innocently, hand sliding down his abdomen. Before you can reach your target,
your wrist is caught in a tight grip.

"Oh no you don’t," Obi-Wan whispers, his face suddenly very close to yours.
"Or else . . ."

"Or else what?" you respond.

"Or else this."

Your eyes roll back into your head as he buries his face between your legs.
What scares you even more is how quickly your body responds . . .

Something tells you this may well be the best week of enforced idleness you
ever spend.

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