Title: All Hail Mary Sue

Author: Emmy

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Rating: This part PG

Archive: Sure, what the hell

Disclaimer: George owns Obi, but Emmy and Darry are entertaining him on his side trip to Washington (we met yesterday to
watch TPM and girlie-groaned alot).

Synopsis: I'm sick! So here's a mushy rescuing, shagging padawan quickie smut fic. So sue me. :)

Part 1

This was about as much fun as scratching one's eyeballs out. Anlee hated these parties. Everyone showed up properly dressed
and well-mannered. By the end of the evening, the men would transform into slobbering drunks looking for some action. This
was always the case with diplomats and politicians. She just had to do her best to smile and stick close to her friends. Such was
the life of a senate employee.

She sauntered around the buffet table, trying to identify anything remotely appetizing. Although thanks to the presence of the
Chancellor, the food had been upgraded. One could always tell the importance of the guests by the offerings at the buffet table.

Another high point with the Chancellor in attendance was the presence of the Jedi. When one is trying to make polite
conversation with a Pendarian - the hermaphrodytic, stench-ridden species that they were - it was always a bonus to have eye
candy relief. And this evening, in particular, presented much relief.

"Pardon me, Miss Nevin."

Anlee turned from her conversation with the Pendarian. "Obi-Wan," she said with a smile. "How nice to see you."

"Miss Nevin, Senator Dalnad has asked for your assistance," he said with a mild grin.

"Of course." She quickly followed Obi-Wan away from the Pendarian trying not to giggle. There was no Senator Dalnad. He
had done this once before. When they were out of earshot she said, "Thanks for the rescue."

"My pleasure," he responded as he led her to the far end of the room and out of sight from her previous party. "Now, I must
return to the Chancellor."

"Of course," Anlee responded. She watched him walk away and let out a heavy sigh. She had known him for some time
through her job duties, these parties, and the like. Their paths would occasionally cross "off-duty", but, much to her chagrin, it
never moved beyond friendly conversation. Anlee had given up the idea of pursuing Obi-Wan given his apparent lack of
interest - and his even more apparent throng of admirers. But a friendship with him was certainly no hardship.

She stood alone and surveyed the room. The alcohol was beginning to flow a little too freely, and the women who seemed to
find self-esteem in the mere presence of the wealthy and/or influential were behaving just a little too desperate. Anlee decided
that an escape at that point would cause no disturbance. She made sure no one important was watching her, and she quickly
ducked out the door.

Anlee had just made her way down the outside steps of the convention center when she heard slurred words behind her.

"Hey there, Anlee…don't worry…just me…."

She turned to see what she had been trying to avoid. "Hello, Brent," she said dryly. He was always at these parties. Always
drunk. Always bothering somebody. Now it was her turn.

"You leaving so soon?" He walked up to her and reached out to touch her face. "But it's so early."

Anlee backed up and said forcefully, "Brent, I'm tired. I'm in no mood for your games. I'm going home. Good night." She
turned and started to walk away, but Brent grabbed her around the waist and turned her around. "Let go!"

Brent grabbed her head and kissed her hard. It was cold and messy. She pushed him away and yelled, "Get the hell away from
me!" He rushed to her again and planted his mouth on hers. She struggled against him and managed to pull herself away enough
to slap him across the face. He stepped back, his eyes focusing hard, and then he slapped her back, causing her to stumble.

"It's about time you started treating me better," he said.

"Bastard!" she yelled. He slammed his hand over her mouth, and she stomped hard on his foot. He let go momentarily and she
scrambled away. But he quickly grabbed her shoulders and spun her around. She hit him again. He took a step back, and they
stared at each other for a moment. All of a sudden, he hit her hard across the face. She stumbled to the ground, her hand
breaking her fall. Sharp pain shot up her arm. Instinctively she turned toward him and kicked him in the shins. He fell to his
knees, and she kicked him hard in the groin. As she opened her mouth to scream, Brent suddenly went flying across the
courtyard.

She looked over to see Obi-Wan rushing toward her, his robe billowing out behind him. Behind him, two security guards were
running to catch up. He knelt down beside her and examined her face with his hands. "Are you alright?"

Anlee just nodded, although her entire body was shaking.

"No, you're not," he said. Then he looked over to her hand. "You're bleeding." He lifted her arm, and the blood ran down her
arm from a cut on the heel of her hand. He grabbed something out of his belt and wrapped it around the wound.

Anlee continued to stare at Brent as the security guards took hold of him.

Obi-Wan looked over his shoulder. "Don't worry about that. They'll take care of him." He turned back and gently tilted her
chin up. "He won't hurt you now," he said matter-of-factly. He put his arm around her waist, and lifted her to her feet. "We
need to get you to a healer."

Part 2

By the time the healer had finished with Anlee, her hand was stiff and ached, but the only evidence of the gaping wound was a
red, inflamed streak. Her face did not come through so well, the bruise on her face a vibrant shade of purple. She stood in her
bathroom staring in the mirror.

"Are you alright?" Obi-Wan called from the living room of her tiny apartment. He, thankfully, had insisted on escorting her
home.

"Yeah," she sighed. She switched off the bathroom light and walked out to him. "It's just…."

"Just what?" he asked softly.

"Just a little shocking to see myself like this," she said gesturing to the bruise. She tried to suppress her anger, but added, "That
fucking bastard." She exhaled loudly and stared down at the floor. "Sorry." She looked up to see him smiling softly at her. She
shivered a little. "Well, thanks for walking me home." Despite her enjoyment of his presence, she just wanted to be alone and
not to have to listen to any of his Jedi-speak regarding anger.

"Separating oneself from anger is one of the most important things a Jedi must do," Obi-Wan said, moving in to fill her line of
vision. He laid a hand on her shoulder. "But I beg you not to think me dispassionate in this matter." His voice tightened as he
continued, "The fact that someone has caused you injury is not something I easily separate myself from."

Anlee swallowed hard as her stomach fluttered. The intensity of his eyes only served to further emphasize his point. Anlee
backed up until she found the wall to support her.

"Your injuries," Obi-Wan said, reaching down and cupping her hand in his.

"It's not bad," Anlee said. "Sore, but…" she gasped as he ran a finger along her palm and gently across the scar. "But…it
should heal just fine."

Before she could think to breathe, he raised her hand to his lips. She shuddered as he tenderly kissed the palm and then
brushed his lips across the injured flesh. She leaned into the wall as his lips gently caressed the inside of her wrist. Another
stuttered gasp escaped her lungs as his eyes caught hers, and he took great care to trace his lips along the sensitive skin.

As her knees began to shake she blurted out under her breath. "You probably shouldn't do that." Her eyelids fluttered as he
continued to meet her gaze and kiss her wrist.

His lips left her arm for a moment, and he said, "Do I offend?" He placed a kiss on the soft pads of her fingertips.

"On the…contrary," Anlee said between gasps. "But I fear I may pass out."

The corner of his mouth turned up as he gently suckled the skin just beneath her thumb. Then his arm slid around her back and
he pulled her close. "Then I shall have to catch you."

Anlee grabbed at the fabric of his robe as he lavished her wrist again with his lips. Her fingers stroked his hair. She was
possessed by the urge to pull him to her, longing for the feel of his lips on hers.

"Then why don't you?" he asked as his lips ran up her thumb, his eyes never leaving hers.

She was startled at his response to her thought. "Well…I…um…" She broke into a nervous smile. "I'm just…no good at this."

"Hmm," was his only response. He released her hand and touched the bruise on her face. His head came forward and his lips
barely touched her cheek. She was filled with the scent of him…the sensation of his skin on hers. His face was warm and soft.
Anlee's breath caught in her throat as his lips touched her cheek lower…and lower still. His hand gently cupped her head as his
other arm pulled her tighter to him.

"I wonder if you would allow me," he said as his lips hovered barely beyond hers, "to right a terrible wrong."

She didn't respond. She didn't have to. His lips moved on hers with tenderness…slowly, carefully testing her interest. A quiet
whimper from her encouraged him, and her nervous wall crumbled down as she slid her fingers up the back of his head and
pulled his lips closer. He tentatively slid the tip of his tongue inside her mouth. He moaned his thanks as her tongue ventured to
meet his. Anlee tried to remember how to breathe as he deepened the kiss, his tongue searching her out. It had been a long
time since she had been rightly kissed…if ever like this. If not for his arm around her waist, she surely would have slipped
away.

She whimpered softly when his lips left hers, so he returned…gently, softly…granting her short, delicious kisses. He sucked
lightly at her bottom lip and then rested his forehead against hers. "You lied to me," he said, his voice throaty.

"What?" Anlee gasped.

"You said you were no good at this," he purred.

"Oh…." Anlee smiled and bit her bottom lip. "I guess with a little inspiration, I do alright."

"Yes," he said, tenderly kissing her forehead. He wrapped his other arm around her shoulders, and she burrowed into
him…letting his warmth seep through her skin. She laid her head against his chest and listened to his steady, but building, heart
beat as he stroked her hair. His voice was resonant when he spoke. "I must admit, I do not wish to leave."

Anlee sighed. "I know."

His hand came to rest on her cheek. He slid his fingers under her chin and lifted her face. His lips descended on hers again. Her
head was light, and she grabbed onto him to support herself. He broke the kiss with a ragged breath. "Anlee…I…I don't want
to seem…ill-mannered or…or presumptious…but I could stay…make sure you're alright…. I would not suggest anything you
do not wish…but…."

"Stay," she said whispered.

Obi-Wan continued in an adorable sputter, "This does not mean that…that I expect anything…I just…want to make sure
you're alright…to…."

She kissed him this time and said a little more intently, "Stay with me tonight." She slid against the wall and walked toward the
bedroom.

Obi-Wan responded nervously, "Um…it has been a while since we've seen each other…we could talk...."

Enough of this game, she thought. She turned suddenly to face him. "Obi-Wan, you didn't bring me home to talk. And I didn't
ask you to stay to talk."

Obi-Wan removed his robe and in one sweeping gesture, grabbed Anlee around the waist and swung her around. Her back
gently hit the wall, and he claimed her mouth hungrily. His body heat enveloped her rapidly without the barrier of his robe.

"It's just that we've been friends…" he whispered as his mouth moved along her cheek.

Anlee gasped as he sucked in her earlobe, "Line crossed, fine with me." She groaned as his lips sucked at that tender spot
behind her ear. Her knees gave a little, and he held her up.

"Uh-oh," he said with a purr. "Are you threatening to faint on me again?" Anlee only answered with a sigh as he continued to
kiss that area. He pressed into her thigh, and she could feel his arousal hard beneath his pants. "I wonder," he said, voice
tainted with desire, "what other spots make you faint." His breath was hot against her neck.

She gasped again as his mouth sucked down her neck, his hips gently grinding into her. "Hmmmm…. Pin the Jedi on the
erogenous zone, is it?"

His chuckle vibrated against her skin. "Something like that." His voice was muffled as he placed a hot kiss at the hollow of her
neck. She whimpered as he teased the spot with his tongue. "Mmmm…found another," he said.

His lips consumed every inch of her neck, and she tugged at his tunic. "Off…take this off," she ordered breathlessly. She had to
feel his skin. Now. He stepped back and she watched impatiently as he tossed his belt to the floor, kicking it out of his way, the
light sabre making a louder thud on the soft carpet than she had expected. He cast aside the outer tunic, and then pulled the
other one over his head. Her breath fluttered as she watched his naked chest and arms strain and bend as he pulled the shirt
over his head.

Anlee's greedy arms pulled him to her, feeling his hot, smooth skin as she ran her hands down his back. With a moan he took
her mouth again. She shivered as she felt his fingers creep up the inside of her blouse. In a flurry of movement she pulled the
blouse over her head and threw it away from her. She gasped as his mouth devoured her shoulders, and his naked chest
pressed against her bare skin. His hand cupped her breast, and he ran his thumb over the silky fabric of her bra while his mouth
tasted the plump flesh of her bosom. She closed her eyes and moaned, leaning her head back against the wall.

Anlee opened her eyes as she felt him step away. He stood, staring at her with a wanton gaze. He stretched his arm out and
unbuttoned her skirt. It slid to the floor, and he bent down to remove her shoes. He stood again and just stared at her. His
hungry eyes on her near-nudity made her self-conscious. She broke his gaze and looked down nervously…the voice in her
head reminded her of that little paunch of a stomach, those hips that never seem to fit anything properly.

"No," he said and moved in quickly. His hands ran along her stomach, around her hips, and back up to cradle her breasts.
"You are as a woman should be," he said as lust grabbed his voice. He kissed her again, and she sank into him. He pressed his
groin into her hips, and she let out a stifled moan. His hand ran down her side and caressed her thigh. Carefully, light fingers
skated up the inside of her thigh. He groaned as his fingers met the wet fabric of her panties.

"Look at me," he whispered. Anlee's eyes met his. She felt his fingers slide beneath the waistband of her panties, and she
gasped. "I just…want to touch you," he said, licking his lips. She moaned breathlessly as his finger slid through her wetness.
She bit her lip and released another moan as his finger moved around her clit.

He groaned and stared deep into her eyes. He caressed her slowly, tracing long circles around the swollen nub between her
legs, her desire flowing onto his fingers. Anlee pulled herself taller and latched her mouth onto his bare shoulder as he continued
to stroke her. She nipped and licked at his skin as she moved her hips closer to his fingers. She raised her knee to spread her
legs wider and leaned her head back against the wall. His fingers felt so good, her pleasure rising higher and higher. "Oooohhh,
Obi-Wan," she sighed.

"Nnhh," he moaned against her lips. He kissed her deeply and then watched her face surrender to her desire. "Oh, you are so
beautiful like this," he whispered.

Anlee dug her fingers into his shoulders and sucked at his neck. Before she could stop it, she felt herself approach the edge as
his fingers played at her faster. "Obi-Wan," she moaned in a warning tone, a signal to him that she was approaching the point of
no return.

"Oooohh, Anlee…come for me…come…I want to watch your face…please….let me…please."

He didn't have to ask. She choked out a loud moan and moved her hips faster against his hand trapped in her panties. "Oh
yes…Obi-Wan, please…don't…don't stop." She opened her mouth and voiced her climax as it overtook her in high waves.

"So beautiful," he gasped as she writhed against him. She cried out as the last wave of pleasure washed over her and then she
relaxed against his body. He kissed her hard and rubbed against her thigh. "Oh, baby…. I need you. I need you so much."

"Make love to me," she softly pleaded. He kissed her with another groan. He then picked her up and layed her down on the
bed. She watched him as he removed his boots and stripped off his pants. She licked her lips as his erect cock bounced from
his pants. He was much larger than any man she had been with. And she was a small woman…but ready for him.

He descended to her side and carefully removed her bra and panties. His lips twitched as he drank in the vision of her naked,
eager body. He laid over her and licked lightly at her already hard nipple. She arched her back toward his tongue, stretching
her body and grabbing at the bedcovers. He moaned deep in his throat as he took her breast in his mouth, stroking her other
nipple with his rough finger.

The desire to be filled screamed through her body. "Obi-Wan," she grabbed his head and pulled him up to look in his eyes. "I
want you inside me."

His face shuddered at her request. She spread her legs for him, and he shifted so she could feel the tip of his cock pressing
against her. His hand went down between her legs and he inserted two fingers inside her.

"Please, Obi-Wan," she begged as he moved his fingers in and out.

"You're so tight. Are you sure? I don't want to hurt-"

"Please," she whispered harshly.

Obi-Wan pulled his fingers out of her, and slowly pushed the tip of his cock into her. As he pressed himself slowly, trying to
restrain himself, Anlee gasped as she was stretched…painfully. As he buried himself inside her with a loud groan, she cried out,
and he stopped halfway in.

"I'm hurting you," he gasped, his hand trembling against her cheek.

"No," she eeked out.

"You lie again," he said through a staggered breath. His cock was pulsing, begging to be consumed by her tight wetness.

"Just…." Anlee closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Her muscles relaxed. She wrapped her legs around his waist and
pressed her body up, burying him completely in her as he moaned.

Obi-Wan thrust slowly deeper into her as she tightened her legs around him. "Anlee…ooh…." It was all he could do to
continue breathing as she opened her body to him.

Anlee whimpered as he filled her, slowly sliding deeper into her. Her pain was replaced by greater longing. His large cock
rubbed along that perfect spot inside her. She felt him take her higher with each long, delicious thrust. His head hovered above
hers, his face a mask of restraint mixed with pleasure.

"Are you okay," he whispered softly.

"Yes…oh, Obi-Wan, don't hold back…fill me…."

His face released the strain and he groaned loudly. "You…you don't know how long I've…nnngghhh…wanted you…dreamed
about you…."

She grabbed his head and kissed him, whimpering into his mouth. "Oh baby," she sighed. "Show me…show me your
dreams…."

He grunted against her lips, his cock begging for more. "I don't want to hurt you."

She laughed softly. "You won't. You couldn't."

"But-"

"Obi-Wan," she gritted through her teeth. She grabbed his ponytail and shook his head slightly. "Show me."

He groaned and arched his back. Anlee grabbed his hips and dug her fingers into the hard muscles as they flexed and pushed
his cock deeper into her. She found his rhythm and matched it. With fluid motion, his hips circled and plunged, and she rose up
and retreated, arching herself to ride his cock as he stretched up high above her. Her legs held fast around him. His mouth fell
open to emit a staggered moan, and he lowered to whisper in her ear, "Come…let me feel you…."

Anlee grabbed the back of his head, and he looked into her eyes. She whined softly as he shifted slightly to press his cock
directly against that spot inside her with each thrust. "Oh…right there," she moaned. The pressure built higher, and she
tightened around his shaft.

"Yessss," he sighed. His body began to tremble and beg for release, but he held on, needing to feel her pleasure. His hips
quickened as he felt her clench, and then her hard spasms grabbed him. She cried out and bucked herself against his body.
From her toes to her head, she felt herself split open with pleasure and then filled up with the brightest joy.

He called her name as he exploded fiercely inside her. His pleasure shot out of him over and over, and then her rapture entered
him and flowed through his body. His head fell against her flushed chest, and she held him tightly. Gradually, the intensity
receded, but the sparkling remained. Anlee felt as though she were floating.

It was several minutes before she was able to speak, but finally she said softly, "What happened?"

He shifted up to find her eyes. He stroked her forehead with his fingers. "I think," he said with a soft smile, "that we bonded."
He kissed her gently.

"I don't understand," she said.

"A Force bond…a joining of souls," he said reverently.

"You did that?" she asked.

He shook his head and smiled. "But I'm glad that the will of the Force finally makes sense in this circumstance."

"Hmmm…. Jedi-speak…." Anlee grinned. "I didn't realize the Force was into bondage. Well, whatever it was, let's do it again
real soon. Except...."

"Except what?"

"I have this other idea...me on top...you doing the writhing."

He laughed and kissed her slowly, deeply. She sighed as his frame loomed over her, dominating and sheltering her as she sank
into the mattress under his langurous kiss. He finally rolled to his side and pulled her in close. She bathed in his warmth and
drifted off to sleep.

~The End~