"Ma'am?"

Elleran turned to her assistant. "I don't know, Tedric. I just don't know."

"What will you tell them," Tedric asked, his face showing both of their concern.

"I'll tell them what I know. That is all I can do." Elleran walked across the infirmary to write some notes on her patient's chart. "I will go speak with them now. Call me if there is any change. Any at all."

"Yes, ma'am."

Elleran composed her thoughts as she walked the halls towards the communications room. The Council would want to know every last detail, and she had very little for them. Aside from the obvious. General Kenobi had been part of a small reconnaissance team to investigate the crash of a shuttle on Nunra. The Council had been most displeased with the General assigning himself to the team. The General had dispatched the original team, so, true to form, he felt obligated to search for them himself. Unfortunately, his shuttle met the same fate, crashing inexplicably during the landing sequence.

Suspecting something more than mere coincidence, Republic Command sent a squadron of fighters to Nunra to search for the missing crews, as the government of the planet played helpful but did not go out of their way to ascertain the location of the missing soldiers. The Republic squadron could find nothing but two sites of shuttle wreckage.

And then, after two more squadrons were dispatched to the region, the crews miraculously reappeared, seemingly dumped in the forest on the outskirts of the capital city. All were healthy aside from several days of convenient memory loss. All healthy except for the General.

Elleran stood in the communications room in front of the transmission screen. Slowly, the image of Mace Windu rippled onto the screen.

"Master Windu," Elleran said, giving a respectful bow.

"Master Healer Belil," Mace said, giving her a simple acknowledgement. "What do you have to report on Master Kenobi's condition?"

"General…er, Master Kenobi's condition remains unchanged," she said. Switching from army mode to Jedi mode, and vice versa, always caused a bit of confusion on these types of missions.

"You have nothing more to report?"

Elleran recognized the voice although she could not see the face. "Master Jinn, I assure you that we are doing all we can to ascertain-"

"Tell me exactly what your examinations have uncovered."

Elleran shifted on her feet as Mace's face contorted in slight annoyance at being usurped by the off-screen Master Jinn. She watched Mace give a stony glance to his left, presumably in the direction of the interruptions.

Elleran waited until Mace's eyes returned to her before speaking. "Master Kenobi shows all the signs of a viral infection. However, no virus can be found in his body. His main symptom is a fever…a rather high one."

"Not to intrude upon your expertise, Master Healer, but a fever…." Mace's face remained stoic as he searched for the proper words.

"Not normally a serious condition or a difficult one to cure," Elleran answered. "But in this case…." She sighed. "Master Windu, I am embarrassed to admit that I cannot determine the cause of this fever or cure it, at present. This is a basic malady that should be easily remedied. But there is something very elusive about this…and currently, the Gen-- Master Kenobi's experience is inaccessible to me."

"Is there anything you DO know?" Again the voice from Master Jinn. "Or shall we send someone in your stead?"

Elleran bristled as she saw Mace's eyes dart to the left again. "Master Jinn, I assure you that I am quite competent to treat him. I would not have been assigned to this mission if that were not the case. As you are quite aware, your former padawan is very strong in the Force, and, although his conscious mental state is tenuous at best, I feel that he his subconsciously locking these memories away from me. If there was some sort of trauma associated with his experience over the past several days, I do not want to exacerbate his distress or his illness. It is very likely, given the absence of any discernable disease, that his fever is somehow psychosomatic. We are doing everything within our power to keep him as relaxed as possible, and I suspect that in a matter of days I will have a better explanation for you, once he feels safe to lower his shields to a more workable state." Elleran took a deep breath. "Now, do you have any more questions for me?"

"Thank you, Master Healer Belil," Mace said. "We appreciate your efforts and know that you are doing all you can."

"Thank you," Elleran said.

"Now," Mace said. "Is there anything we can do to assist you in this endeavor?"

"Is there any word regarding the other crew members? Do they have any memories at all?"

"I will let you speak with Master Jinn regarding that information."

She watched while Mace stepped aside and let Master Qui-Gon Jinn take his place in front of the transmitter. "Master Jinn," she said with a bow, trying to pretend she hadn't received his insults already.

"Master Healer Belil," he said.

Elleran cringed that the warrior Jedi always made a point of distinguishing her - and all of her colleagues - as a healer, thereby insinuating a lesser master title. But all the warriors did it. "The other crew members…."

"All have been questioned by Republic Command and the Council," Qui-Gon said. "Most have regained their memories, but the details are sketchy at best. We are currently investigating their accounts."

"And regarding Master Kenobi?"

"No one knows anything," he said with a sigh. "They all awoke in some sort of prison cell, and Obi-Wan was not with them. The last thing they remember was the crash. As you can see, there is a critical gap of information."

"And their release?" Elleran was losing hope that this conversation was going to provide the answers she thought she'd get.

"They were deprived of food and water for several days," Qui-Gon said. "They simply recall being forced out of their cells by armed guards and stumbling out to the location where they were recovered. None recall seeing Obi-Wan until the rescue team found him a short distance away."

The look of worry on Qui-Gon's face caused Elleran to soften to him slightly. "Master Jinn, I am certain that after we sufficiently nourish his body and allow him time to rest, he will be in a better state to tell us what happened. And I will be in a better position to cure him. His fever is high but is not life-threatening. He shows no sign of physical injury aside from my previously reported findings of a mild concussion and several minor cuts and bruises, most likely attributable to the crash."

The hint of a smile covered Qui-Gon's face. "I am sure you are right."

Elleran considered the appropriateness of her statement before she continued. "Master Jinn…. Master Kenobi is very well-respected and very well-liked out here. He has fostered fierce loyalty from his crew, myself included. We take his healing not only as an official duty but as a personal one as well. I assure you that we will afford him the best possible care that-"

"I know," Qui-Gon said. "Obi-Wan has expressed to me his faith in his crew, and I know that he requests your presence on his ship whenever possible. I apologize for questioning you earlier."

"I understand," Elleran said. "You are concerned for him. So am I. Now, if you will excuse me, I would like to return to the infirmary. I will contact you as soon as I have more information."

"Even the slightest change…." Qui-Gon said.

"Of course," Elleran said, nodding. Once the image of Qui-Gon had disappeared, she turned on her heel and quickly walked out of the communications room.

She arrived back in the infirmary to find Tedric standing over the General. He looked up when he heard the door open. "His fever has gone down."

"It has?" Elleran made her way swiftly to the bed and laid her hand on Obi-Wan's forehead. She sighed, "Only slightly."

"Still, it is an improvement," Tedric said. "How did it go?"

"They want answers, and I don't have them," she said. "I told them I was certain that he'd be improving in the next few days."

"Are you certain?"

Elleran gave Tedric a weak smile in response.

"Did you…." Tedric began. "Did you tell them about his…the…."

"No," Elleran said, shaking her head. "No need to mention that. It is a….a delicate matter. A matter that does not leave this room."

"Oh, of course," Tedric said, blushing slightly.

"How long? Two days?"

Elleran smiled at his tense face. "You were missing for five days. And, yes, back on board for two days."

Her voice was somewhat muffled, her form somewhat blurry. Obi-Wan closed his eyes tightly and opened them again.

"It is the fever," she said. "It has lowered…but not enough." Elleran smiled again as his drowsy eyelids fought to stay open. She placed her hand against his cheek, his skin flushed and too warm. "Sleep."

Elleran waited until he fell into deeper slumber. Then she closed her eyes and began again, reaching into him with the Force, searching for any answer to this dilemma. His memories were beginning to loosen, but not yet flowing freely. She could not grasp the details, only the sense of them. Anger…violation…arousal…. Elleran opened her eyes. The latter was obvious given his current physical state. He had been that way since they brought him back on board. A situation rather difficult to overlook in her line of work, but not an uncommon one. Although quite uncommon for this length of time. It was a fact she had not told the Council and one she did not intend to. Although the male body usually responded this way in cycles, especially during sleep, his continual physical arousal was not something she could continue to write off given his lack of improvement.

She closed her eyes again and began the process over. However, he seemed more resistant this time, seemed to subconsciously sense her probing. She spent several minutes attempting to forge a stronger bond of trust, sending energy of caring and acceptance into him. Slowly…very slowly…his shields began to drop. After a brief moment of hesitation, a surge of relief flooded their bond as he let go of his tight grip on the memories. As the images unfolded, Elleran began to shake with his anger and her sorrow.

Elleran swallowed hard as she sat before Qui-Gon's image on the screen. "Master Jinn."

"What is it? What has happened?" Qui-Gon could tell by the look on her face that the news was not good.

"Physically, he is improving," she said. "His body is stronger, but his fever remains." She took a deep breath and said, "I believe I have determined the nature of his experience."

"Well, that is good news," Qui-Gon said.

"Master Jinn, this is an extremely sensitive matter," she said. "But given your relationship to him, I felt that you were the only person I could share this with at this point in his recovery. I would ask that you keep the more…personal details of our conversation today confidential until Master Kenobi is well enough to explain the situation himself."

Qui-Gon felt a surge of worry and then released it. "Tell me what happened."

Elleran took a deep breath. "The information I am going to share with you is based upon my reading of his memories of the experience. This is made more difficult by the fact that he was somehow Force blocked during these events."

Qui-Gon immediately began to sort through his dread. "What do you mean, Force blocked?"

"Let me just relay to you what I saw through his eyes. He has some recollection of the moments immediately following the crash. Many men and many voices surrounding the ship. Before he could gather his strength, he was paralyzed by something. Based on my experience, I would attribute this sensation to a stun blast. Now…." Elleran looked down at the notes she had scrawled. "His next recollection is waking up in a small room, laying on a bed. He reached out to assess his situation and found the Force inaccessible, so to speak. This is what I meant by Force blocked. His perceptions were as any other man, merely physical and slightly intuitive."

Qui-Gon exhaled slowly, trying to clear his mind and simply remain open. "How is this possible?"

Elleran shook her head. "He does not know for certain. He was bound in arm, torso, and leg restraints. His memory also relayed a thick, metal collar of some sort holding his head down. He was literally trapped."

"Who were these people?" Qui-Gon barked. "Were they affiliated with the government? And what was their purpose?"

Elleran swallowed hard. "Master Jinn, are you alone?"

"Pardon me?"

"Are you alone right now? Are there technicians with you?"

"Technicians? Yes, of course," he said.

"Please send them out of the room," she said. She had done the same once the communications link had been established. "As I said before, this is a very sensitive matter."

Qui-Gon waved his hand toward the technicians in a bid for their departure. Worry tightened his throat at the healer's tone. He took a deep breath and reminded himself that Obi-Wan was alive and mostly unscathed. He obviously had not been the victim of torture or overt physical abuse. But something dire was about to be revealed, that much was obvious, and Obi-Wan was too far away for Qui-Gon to reach him or help him. He knew he had to place his faith in this young woman, just as Obi-Wan did.

When the room was finally empty, he turned his attention back to the screen. "Please continue."

She nodded. "He had very little contact with others. He was mainly visited by droids who, for the most part, made sure he remained unconscious. The figure strongest in his memory is a woman. He doesn't know her name, or who she was affiliated with. What she did tell him was…." Elleran paused. "She told him that they wanted his…." She cleared her throat. "They wanted his seed, as she put it. Jedi seed."

Qui-Gon's mouth dropped open, a terrible tremor rushing through him.

Elleran continued, "She told him not to fight, that they had blocked his Force strength. She told him that friends of theirs would pay a high price for Jedi seed and had given them the capabilities to capture a Jedi and rob him of the Force."

"What?!" It was all Qui-Gon could muster.

"I don't know. This is as detailed as his memory gets. They drugged him to keep him sedated, so the words and images are very unclear. At least this is his understanding, although I found no traces of drugs in his body." Elleran nervously shuffled her notes. "They used some type of mechanical stimulus - I sensed several nodes placed on the proper meridians - to increase his…his sperm production and to increase blood flow to his genitalia. This manipulation-"

"Manipulation?? This is a violation." Qui-Gon tried to squelch the anger. "If this were done to a woman-"

"I agree." Elleran said quietly. Healers possessed great empathy, yet at the same time were expected to remain clinical. It was something she could not do easily. "I am merely trying to relate these incidents in the least volatile manner. We can feel the extent of this once he is well. Right now he needs our help."

Qui-Gon nodded but said nothing.

"As I was saying, this manipulation was done by machinery, electrical stimuli. But this woman I referred to earlier…. She would…touch him and taunt him. She would heighten his arousal…and then leave him that way." Elleran had seen many things as a healer, but never anything like this, and she was not prepared to discuss such explicit matters.

Qui-Gon felt sick. Of all the things he had imagined, never had this scenario crossed his mind. He said in a low rumble, "And then what did they do to him?"

"This…stimulation went on for the duration of his captivity. My sense is that she enjoyed torturing him in this manner." Elleran cleared her throat again.

"Did she…." Qui-Gon pursed his lips and said, "Did she take anything from him?"

Understanding perfectly, Elleran responded, "No. He has a vague memory of seeing her the night before his release…. Please keep in mind that this type of stimulation, when left unresolved, if you will, for days at a time…. Well, it left him in a state of delirium. Coupled with hunger…and the fact he had no Force resource, his perception became more clouded as these events ensued. I also sense that she did something else to him, but it is so subtle…so deep, I cannot pinpoint it. Some sort of mind manipulation as well. This could also account for the memory loss experienced by the other crews."

"You could be right," Qui-Gon said. "However, nothing was found during their examinations."

"In any case, the next thing he remembers after seeing her that night was a large group of men quickly freeing him and dragging him from the bed. They took the care to dress him, even making sure his weapon was in place before loading him in a speeder and dumping him, presumably where he was found."

"To make it look like he had been unharmed," Qui-Gon said.

"Yes, most likely," Elleran said. "I mentioned a restraining collar to you eariler. He recalls that once this device was removed, the Force began to flow through him again. However, his body and mind were too weak to put it to any use at that time."

Qui-Gon's mind began to race. "So this collar somehow blocked the Force."

"It would appear that way," Elleran said.

"But who would have these capabilities?"

Elleran shook her head. "I am afraid that is not my expertise. That is why I brought this information to you."

"Of course," Qui-Gon said. "But his health currently…."

"He is the same," Elleran said. "But there is something I did not share with the Council in my last report."

Qui-Gon's forehead wrinkled with concerned. "Which is?"

Elleran sighed. "This experience has left him in a state of…of arousal. I believe his high temperature is associated with this condition."

Qui-Gon chose his words with excessive care. "Perhaps you should give him some privacy."

Elleran nodded, trying to remain clinical in her response. "We have tried that. In fact, I had him moved to his quarters thinking he would be more….comfortable there. But the situation remains the same." She could feel her cheeks blush slightly. "Any attempt on his part to alleviate the situation has proven unsuccessful, and in fact seems to have exacerbated his condition, as though his body is physically unable to resolve it." It was an explanation she had carefully worded and practiced until burned into her memory. She waited for some response from Qui-Gon, but he only stared at her with wide eyes. "Through the healing bond, I have attempted to redirect his blood flow and to pinpoint the blockage, but that has proven unsuccessful as well." Elleran took a quick breath. "As I explained at the beginning of our conversation, this is a rather delicate matter."

Qui-Gon admired her candor and shared her discomfort. "Who else knows of this?"

"Only myself and my assistant," Elleran said. "And now you." She sighed and said rather casually, "Master Jinn, I have never seen anything like this before. I am hesitant to consult other parties given the very personal nature of his condition. But currently we are left with a delirious General unable to command. His discomfort is rather extraordinary…as is his embarrassment, and I have kept him sedated as much as possible in order to keep him comfortable."

Qui-Gon tried to assuage her frustration. "You are doing everything you can for him. The Force will do the rest. Have faith in that."

"I do. We know much more than we did two days ago, so I am certain that eventually a solution will present itself." Elleran breathed a slight sigh of relief, happy to be done with this inquisition. "Given your longstanding relationship with Master Kenobi, I trust you to use this information as you see fit."

Qui-Gon gave her a kind smile. "And I will tell the Council that currently he is plagued with a fever and exhaustion as your latest written report suggested."

"I felt that this was a condition that did not need to go on record until Master Kenobi is well enough to determine that for himself," Elleran said.

"Obi-Wan has expressed to me on more than one occasion his admiration for you as a healer and a colleague. I now understand his sentiments," Qui-Gon said.

"Thank you, Master Jinn," she said. "We will continue to keep this matter confidential on our end. I will contact you again if there is any change."

"Please do. Meanwhile, we will step up our investigation on Nunra. Do you have any physical description of this woman you referred to?"

Elleran nodded. "I will send the image through immediately."

"Very good," Qui-Gon said. "Thank you for your candor, Master Belil."

Elleran smiled slightly at his subtle praise in her title. "Thank you for listening, Master Jinn."

"Where Obi-Wan is concerned, you cannot ask too much of me. Please remember that," he said.

"I will," Elleran said. "If that is all…."

"That is all. Force be with you."

"And you," she said as she disconnected the transmission.

Part 3

Elleran stood at Obi-Wan's bedside wishing for a change, but finding none. "Has he said anything?" she asked.

"No, nothing," Tedric said. "Incoherent mumbling."

"Well…it's late. Let's leave him to rest," she said. "I will check on him in a couple of hours."

"Very well," Tedric said before he exited the room.

Elleran watched Tedric leave and then sat down on the edge of the bed. She placed her hand on Obi-Wan's forehead, and he flinched. Her touch was cool to his overheated skin, an almost refreshing sensation. Beyond that, he was unable to comprehend her identity or her intent.

She placed her left hand on his chest to try and calm his staggered breathing. She connected with him quickly, calming his lungs and slowing his pulse. She forced the calm on him for several minutes until he was able to pattern her unspoken instructions. At least his Force strength had returned, even if his body was not yet able to harness it completely.

Obi-Wan mumbled something again.

"General?" she said.

He did not respond with words. He merely moved his arm and placed his hand over hers.

"General, what it is? Can you hear me?" His eyes remained closed, so she reached into his mind. He was still unconscious.

Suddenly his hand began to guide hers down his stomach. Elleran gasped and froze as he guided her hand over his stiff erection. She tried to pull her hand away, but he held her there, pressing her palm against him and moving his hips into her touch. Electricity shot through her body, and she quickly released the sensation. This was most inappropriate. She grabbed his arm with her right hand and pulled his hand away, and then she stepped back from his bed.

"Please," he gasped. Obi-Wan was only aware of sensation, not of her specifically. His plea was instinct driven. He felt pained, swollen, and so heavy. His mind floated in a haze, and his body suffered a frantic hunger. That was his only reality.

"I'm sorry," she said, uncertain if he could even understand the words. "I don't know how to help you." Elleran turned and quickly walked out of the room, needing to focus and regain herself. As she exited his quarters, she came face to face with Major Wodren.

"Captain Belil."

"Major Wodren," she said, trying to sound calm.

"Any change?"

"No, I'm afraid not," she said.

"Can I see him?"

Elleran shook her head. "No. I still have not determined the nature of his illness. He needs to remain isolated until I have a better handle on this."

"Very well," Major Wodren said. "Please give General Kenobi my regards."

"I will," she said with a smile as she turned and walked away, thankful that the Major was not a Jedi as well.

Elleran awoke with a start. Her breathing was heavy, and she forced her body into relaxation. But the pull was almost painful, and she could no longer ignore it. Rolling out of her bed, she put her robe on over her knee-length sleep tunic. Neglecting her feet, she stepped into the hallway without shoes and walked quickly to the General's quarters, stretching out her senses to avoid running into anyone.

She sat on the small chair next to his bed and simply watched him. Observed his trembling, his heavy exhalations, and his incoherent mutterings. She closed her eyes and reached out to the Force, calmly begging for an answer. All she could ascertain was that he was blocked…somehow that woman - whoever she was - put some kind of lock on his body to control him before they were ready to rob him. But what was the key to releasing this hold on him? Elleran dove deeper into the Force, freeing her mind to receive the answer.

She opened her eyes suddenly, but could not understand what shook her from her meditation. She looked over at Obi-Wan. The sheet that covered him had been kicked to the floor. His naked body writhed on the mattress, his skin glistening with sweat. Elleran forced her mind into indifference and gazed upon his erection as it pointed insistently toward the ceiling. Her body responded otherwise however, and she tried to squelch the tremor in her stomach as her hand reached for his forehead.

Obi-Wan was aware of nothing but the cool touch once again on his skin. And the scent. A woman's scent. He moaned quietly, feeling his penis swell again to the point of pain. He had to end this. It could not go on.

Elleran's breath caught in her throat as she felt the pull again. She sat back in her chair, but it continued…stronger and more determined. Sudden, intense craving filled her, and she closed her eyes to try and center herself. But he kept pulling. She knew it wasn't conscious on his part. What else could he do after a week in this condition? She calmed her breathing and went inward, freeing up the grasp he had on her.

The sound caused her to open her eyes again. A pitiful, pleading noise. She looked up to see him stroking himself, his body desperately pressing up as if it could force the break it needed. Elleran could feel his tight desire all around her, the terrible craving that tortured him.

Suddenly she moved, and crawled on top of the bed. She hesitated for a moment, but the pull intensified. She tugged her tunic up slightly and swung her leg over his waist, straddling his body. He seemed unaware of her as she remained perfectly still. "What am I doing?" she whispered. But as she watched his beautiful, tormented body begin to thrash underneath her, she knew she could not escape this.

Elleran raised her tunic up to her waist and moved down his body. Her center began to burn as she approached her final decision. She inhaled deeply and lowered herself on him.

Obi-Wan cried out as he was consumed. Hot….wet…..tight…. The sensations flooded his body. He tried to rouse himself to full consciousness, but his mind would not cooperate. Unspeakable pleasure billowed to his awareness. He tried to center his mind on his surroundings, trying to distract himself from the slippery sheath that coaxed him from his daze. He felt on the verge of release, raising his hips to seek it out. But there he stayed….it was only a tease. Then fear shook him as the image of his tormenter entered his mind. He could not - would not - be taken like this. "No!" he shouted.

Elleran fell forward at his strangled cry, moaning at the indescribable feeling as she pumped him slowly. Then she lowered her lips to his ear, saying, "Forgive me."

Obi-Wan's mind instantly stirred. That voice. He knew it. He eyes flew open. Relief filled him when he saw the face did not belong to his captor. Then a delicious tremor rushed through him when he recognized the sweet face above his. "Elleran," he gasped.

"I'm sorry," she whimpered softly against his cheek, the soft stubble tickling her skin. Each motion along his shaft sent electric shivers through her. "I'm sorry…I…."

"Oh gods," he groaned, reaching down to grab her hips and pull her faster into him. Elleran sat up quickly, letting him direct her body up and down. She began to moan, fighting the urges of her own body in order to focus on his. But the sensations were too overpowering. His cock felt so good as every desperate part of her slid along it. She could feel his climb along with hers, the pressure rapidly coiling within her. His wanton groans filled her ears, only bringing her greater pleasure.

His groans took on a more pining edge, and she tightened around him, trying to break whatever this spell was that kept him in constant hunger. "What do you need? Tell me…" she choked out in a strained voice.

Obi-Wan followed what his instinct dictated, flipping her to her back and dominating her. He dug his knees into the mattress as he plunged into her faster and harder. He wanted to come so badly…it would feel so good…so good. He tightened his entire body, summoning all this physical and mental strength to break this dam. He needed to pour himself into her…but the hunger only increased, and he cried out his desperation.

Elleran felt him clutch at the mattress on either side of her head. Her fingers dug into his hips as she spread her legs and tried to pull him deeper into her body. She teetered on the edge but focused on not losing control…this was not about her, no matter how incredible he felt inside her. His face and chest were tensed, his skin red, his eyelids puffy and swollen. Elleran ran her fingers up his side and his chest, his skin slick with sweat, his breath gasping at her every touch. "Let go," she moaned softly, reaching into him across their bond to try and help him release.

He shuddered as he felt her inside him, continuing to thrust into her, chasing after his pleasure. His mind joined with her intention, but he remained unquenched. "I can't," he whined.

"Come for me," she whispered aloud and in his head. "Let it go."

Obi-Wan groaned at her summons. He reached that edge point and braced his body, but nothing happened. He was so high…and he would stay there. He cursed under his breath. "It won't," he growled roughly. He lowered himself to his elbows, unable to stop the flexing of his hips. "I'm trying," he said through his strangled throat.

Elleran tightened her body again, knowing it would only tease him more, but not wanting to lose herself when he could not. Suddenly, a thought occurred. "Obi-Wan, look at me…look at me," she said through staggered breaths, focusing on him, her mind forcing her body against the desire to climax.

"I can't let go…I can't…." he said desperately. "I can't take this," his voice raised to a fever pitch as his cock continued to burrow into her. He felt a fury begin to rise in him, certain that he would go mad. The very thing he enjoyed most had turned into torture. He never could have imagined this, especially not with her. After all the longing that he held so secret from her….it never should have been like this. Anger and shame began to overpower his pleasure.

"Obi-Wan," Elleran whined loudly. "Look at me!" She grabbed his head and forced his gaze to meet hers. His eyes were frantic and dark, his pupils grossly dilated.

He let out a pathetic cry and began to slow his hips. "I can't," he muttered gruffly.

Elleran suddenly knew she had been going about this all wrong. She broke their healing bond and instantly formed another, looking into his eyes as a lover. "Then feel mine," she whispered.

Obi-Wan gasped as he felt her desire and her pleasure flood him. Why was she doing this to him? She was just like the other.

"Obi-Wan," she snapped at him. His eyes focused on her again, and she unleashed every sensation she had for him. "Make me come," she moaned as she rolled her hips against him. "Feel it with me."

His eyes rolled back and he moaned as he felt her lust…her need for him. And he knew he needed more. He circled his hips and plunged into her, trying in vain to meet the rhythm she set, his entire body trembling as he fought for his sanity. But it was almost too painful to continue.

Elleran raised her hips higher, bending them fluidly to maximize her own pleasure, knowing he was unable to do it himself. Gradually, she began to release control of her body, turning it over to desire and flooding her lover with every sensation, focusing it towards the center of his pleasure. "Feel me come," she whimpered. She shuddered as she felt it approach, the faintest hint of a tremor swirling through her.

Obi-Wan moaned as she connected with him in this way. He felt her tightness, felt the barest lap of her waves inside him. He circled his hips faster as the prize got closer.

"That's it," she sighed. Her breaths suddenly became high-pitched whines as his cock slid just right against that spot inside her, unleashing the first rush of her orgasm. "Oooohhh…gods…." she groaned.

Obi-Wan's breath hitched as he felt her spasm of pleasure. He had to have this…he had to. "Pleeeease….Elleran," he cried out to her.

Through their bond, she grabbed the source of his need, connecting it with the waves that began to pulse through her. "Ride it with me….feels so good…feel it with me….." She screamed out loud as the orgasm tossed her body up and sent her soul crashing into his.

Obi-Wan wheezed as she shared her climax with him, the pleasure bouncing from her body and into his. Her scream reverberated in his mind…. And suddenly, a flash of blinding light raced through him. His body uncontrollably lurched as Elleran's intense orgasm pulled at his very essence. For a fraction of a moment all time, all consciousness, ceased and then….

She cried out, matching his feral shout as everything shattered inside him, and he pulsed and poured into her. "Yes…yes…yes…yes," he repeated over and over in a raging growl, his body shaking violently as his hips pistoned madly. He came in a fury, the yearning rampaging through him, at long last blazing out of him, and into her welcoming, eager body.

He lost track of everything but the glow of relief, exhaustion seizing him as the last burst of sweet fire escaped his cock. He tumbled down to the mattress, landing halfway on Elleran, completely unable to be mindful of her to any extent. She fought for her breath as his weight forced it out of her, and she pushed him off, rolling him to his back.

Elleran sat up, fanning out the tunic that clung to her wet skin. She pushed away the damp hair that stuck to her face and then looked down at her patient. His body shook from head to toe, his face appearing bruised in spots from the tension he'd been through. She could see his eyes attempting to focus, his lips trying to form speech. She then rolled off the bed and stood on shaky legs, searching for his bedcovers.

The only thing Obi-Wan could do was breathe. In the distance, elusive thoughts danced around….something to say, to do. He could not get a firm hold on any of them. His body finally sated…finally…the sensation of peace was all-consuming. Even as he felt a sheet pulled over his body, even as gentle fingers tenderly caressed his face, he was distracted from all of it by the fact that he could see and feel and sink into the light that had remained at arm's length for what seemed like an eternity.

Elleran felt the heat swiftly recede from his skin. Reaching into him, she felt his fever dissipate and peace flow through him as it had before this entire ordeal began. This was over. Finally over. The Force told her, and his subconscious told her. She slowly stood from the bed, knowing she had no right to stay. She picked up her robe and wrapped it around her body, melancholy filling her. She had never understood the depths of her longing for him until tonight. As good as he felt, as shattering as her pleasure was, it was suddenly over. Just like that. She stood next to the door, looking back once more to observe the General deep in slumber. Elleran used the Force to confirm that no one was in the hallway to see her, and then she stepped quickly through the door, trying to banish the question from her mind as to what would happen tomorrow in the harsh reality of day. Although she had cured him, she knew that the fallout from her behavior would be unavoidable.

Part 4

Elleran carefully tightened her long, dark hair into a thick braid. Conservative, unsuggestive. She examined herself in the mirror with different eyes. She wished she were home and able to wear her loose tunic and ample robe. But she was in the army at the moment and had to wear the uniform. She had never been particularly fond of it, but this morning the trim, black jacket was too short, the slim black pants too tight. She felt too revealed, the curves of her hips and buttocks too exposed….too come-hither. The calm, centered Jedi side of her said to simply trust the Force. But the deepest, feminine part of her said that once the General revealed her unique healing methods, her reputation - not to mention her career - would be ruined. She would be receiving propositions from bold padawans and army retirees while working the night shift at the emergency station on the far side of Hoth.

Elleran closed her eyes and brought herself back to the present. For now, she had a job to do. She released her apprehension, her guilt, and her lingering thrill to the Force…taking the memory and filtering out her emotions. She stored the sterilized event in her mind and let go of any commitment to it.

Tedric greeted her the minute she stepped into the infirmary. "He is well," he said enthusiastically. "General Kenobi, that is. I checked on him first thing this morning. His fever is gone, he is coherent, and his Force strength has returned."

"This is good news," Elleran said, raising her shields against the young healer. "Any explanations for his sudden recovery?"

Tedric shook his head. "All signs of illness are gone, and….."

"And what?" she asked.

"And…his other…condition seems to have resolved itself."

Elleran couldn't help but smile at the young man's nervousness. She cleared her throat. "Is he still in his quarters?"

"Yes," Tedric said. "Waiting for you to give him release."

"Pardon me?"

"Release him from the sick order," Tedric said, handing her the computerized data pad that stored the sick order release, a bureaucratic invention that would prevent the General from officially returning to his command until signed by the ship's healer. "Ah," Elleran said. "I always forget the legalities of this army. Thank you, Tedric. I will see to this right away."

As she approached his quarters, she centered herself and raised her shields, putting herself in that clinical healer mode she was supposed to aspire to. When she entered the room, she was greatly relieved to find Major Wodren at General Kenobi's bedside.

Major Wodren turned as he heard her enter. "Captain Belil," he said happily. "We were just talking about you."

"Oh really?" she said, keeping her eyes on Major Wodren.

"The General is quite anxious to return to his duties. Colonel Kettrick sent me to see about his release," he said, then turning toward the General who was seated on his bed, presumably nude under the bed covers that came up to his waist.

"Of course," Elleran said, stepping forward. She looked down at the floor and then jumped off the cliff, looking up and straight into Obi-Wan's eyes. The only thing that prevented the electric jolt from shooting straight to her skin and back into him was her skilled healer control. Given their close contact with others, healers had to excel at keeping their personal thoughts and feelings locked away. She felt the all too familiar vibration at her forehead as he tried to pick up her thoughts. But this was the one area where she surpassed him. She simply smiled and said, "How do you feel?"

"Very well," Obi-Wan replied. He reached out with the Force, around her and through her. Nothing.

"Excellent," she said. "I will simply verify what Tedric has told me, and I can sign the release." Elleran reached her arm out and gingerly touched her fingers to his face. Her breath quietly hitched in her lungs as his energy flowed into her. She quickly blocked it, and then reversed the process, sending her energy into him.

Obi-Wan felt a memory rush as her fingers touched his skin, recalling how they touched him the night before. He looked up at her face, searching for a reaction on her part. Her expression was a study in calm as her eyes focused on her own hand, her only response a slow nod.

"I pronounce you healed," Elleran said with a soft, matter-of-fact smile as she removed her hand from his skin.

"Thank you," Obi-Wan said with as much emphasis as was appropriate.

"So I take it you've isolated the cause of his illness and that it bears no threat to the rest of the crew," Major Wodren said.

Elleran turned with slightly noticeable surprise. She was unprepared to answer that. As her mind shifted to search for an explanation, her shields lowered just enough for an expert warrior to gain entrance.

::Talk to me:: said the voice in her head.

"Captain?" Major Wodren said.

Elleran inhaled quickly and pushed Obi-Wan out of her mind, locking her shields tight again. "Major, you can tell the Colonel that the illness is not contagious. As I've stated in the records, it appears that he was heavily sedated during his captivity. This, combined with the physical stress, dehydration, and malnutrition all contributed to his condition." She then replaced her business-like face with an accommodating smile. "If Colonel Kettrick has any questions, please tell him to contact me."

Major Wodren nodded. "As always, Colonel Kettrick trusts your judgement in these matters." Then he smiled. "And I am certain that no one will protest to the General returning to his duties."

"Well, I'm sure I could think of a few someone's," Obi-Wan joked.

Without turning to face Obi-Wan, Elleran said, "I will sign the release now. If you will excuse me, I'll return to the infirmary."

"Of course," Major Wodren said.

Elleran quickly walked toward the door.

"Captain."

She stopped and turned to face Obi-Wan. "Yes, General?"

"You will need to join me later to address the Council. I will notify you when they are ready to speak with you," Obi-Wan said.

Elleran swallowed hard. "Yes, sir," she said with the slightest hint of worry. With that she turned and exited the room.

Having exchanged final niceties with Major Wodren, Obi-Wan sat alone in his quarters. His last words to Elleran had not been a threat. He knew the Council would request to speak with her after they heard his account. It had obviously unsettled her. She barely revealed it, but it was enough for him to pick up.

Obi-Wan sighed and crossed his arms, relaxing back a bit. She was almost cold to him, and he couldn't determine if that was her true emotion or if she was hiding other feelings. Perhaps he had hurt her in his….over-agitated state. His memory of the previous night was clouded, bits and pieces of it vivid in his mind, but the rest of it difficult to grasp. He didn't even remember her leaving.

He closed his eyes and tried to put all the pieces together. He savored the memory of her body, soft and wet as she took him in again and again, her beautiful moans captured in his ears as he replayed them. He gasped as he remembered his frantic release…and then how he fell on her, half-crushing her body in thoughtless exhaustion, her pushing his weight off…. And then being covered and cared for. And he being unable to do anything but fall asleep.

Obi-Wan pursed his lips together in disgust and rubbed his temples. No wonder she was closed off to him. He took a deep breath and relaxed his muscles, not wanting to dwell on his embarrassing behavior…and wanting to figure out how to make amends. He had to. He needed more now. He needed to see her naked before him, to touch her skin….feel the curves of her breasts and to hear her moan for him. He needed to taste her…and to sink slowly into her, experiencing every inch of her body.

He opened his eyes suddenly to discover his own hand wrapped around his engorged cock. He flipped the sheet off and quickly moved his hand away, breathing heavily and staring at his erection as if it were his worst enemy. He couldn't go through this again. He got out of bed and walked slowly to his shower and turned on the water, considering giving himself an ice-cold wake up. Instead, he relented and afforded himself some warm water.

It felt surprisingly good to clean up after all those days of laying around doing nothing. He attempted to distract his thoughts to more mundane matters, but his body had other ideas. He grunted with disgust. Not that it was an uncommon occurrence to take care of business in the shower alone, especially on long missions such as this one, but he felt plagued by it this time. What if he stayed like this again…rampantly erect and consumed by his own hunger….

Deciding it better to discover this alone, he hesitantly lowered his hand and carefully gripped his shaft. His skin still slippery with soap, his hand glided easily up and down his cock as he closed his eyes. The memory instantly returned to him….plunging into her body, the sweet noises and words she muttered, how she swayed beneath him. Obi-Wan braced his arm against the wall as he stroked himself, licking his lips and groaning softly as he recalled how she tightened and spasmed around him, calling his orgasm forth with her own…. He groaned and lurched his body forward, hot liquid bursting out and covering his hand and forearm. Obi-Wan exhaled with relief, now able to set his mind to the next task before him. It was time to speak with the Council.

Part 5

Elleran steadied herself as she made her way to the conference room where Obi-Wan had been addressing the Council for well over an hour. At least it was preferable to the communications room where any number of people could eavesdrop….and at least there'd be a solid table to dig her nails into while she faced the inquisition. She always thought it would be easier with them all on a big screen, unable to read her thoughts, but the closer she got, the less certain she was. Elleran knew this was a true test of her faith in the will of the Force.

She had no choice but to sit next to him, given the close range of the camera. And she had no idea what they had all heard….but she could just about imagine.

Mace Windu spoke first. "Master Healer Belil."

"Master Windu," she said with a quick bow of her head.

"You are to be commended for your duties," he said.

"I…. Thank you, Master Windu."

"I believe we have all the details we need," Mace said. "Unless there is anything you would like to add."

"Seeing as I am not familiar with what Gen-" she inwardly kicked herself, "Master Kenobi has told you, I-"

"We have your written record, transmitted this morning…." Mace said.

Elleran worked her mind against clenching her fists. Her written record did not quite resemble the truth. It was an omission of information, but a lie nonetheless. She really would be going to Hoth.

Mace spoke again. "Fatigue, dehydration, malnutrition, chemical substances…. All leading to fever, delusion…. Rest, fluids, Force work all leading to his recovery. Is this correct?"

"Wrote it, she did," Yoda finally piped in. "Proceed we shall."

Elleran braced for the impact of her foolishness.

"Of course," Mace said. "And, obviously, Master Kenobi has corroborated this account…."

Elleran sat stone still, trying not to appear too wide-eyed.

"….the reason we asked to speak with you is to verify that he is truly well enough to command his ship." Mace gave her the hint of a smile. "Jedi warriors tend to be a stubborn lot and not always respectful of healers' instructions, as you may be aware."

"Yes, Master Windu." Elleran made a quick recovery. "I mean, yes, he is well enough to perform his duties. As healthy as he was before the incident. I wouldn't recommend any off-ship excursions for a few days, but all in all, he is competent to lead his crew. I reported the same to Republic Command this morning."

Mace nodded. "Very well, then. I believe we are finished here. Master Jinn will be contacting you again later to discuss the details of the investigation."

"I will await his call," Obi-Wan said.

"May the Force be with you, Obi-Wan," Mace said.

"And you, Master," Obi-Wan said. And with that, the screen went black.

Elleran remained still in her chair, feeling his eyes on her.

"Did you really think I would tell them what happened last night?" he said softly. Then he chuckled slightly and said, "That I would let them send you to Hoth?"

Elleran felt her face redden. So much for her Jedi composure. "I'm sorry…." She looked at him quickly and then away again. "….for everything. My actions are inexcusable."

"Your actions," he said leaning in closer to her, "undid a terrible circumstance."

She stood up quickly to gain some distance.

He continued, "I know you did what you did with great care…and at great risk. And now you want me to forget about it, but I cannot….and neither can you."

She didn't need any help deciphering his words. "A relationship between a general and a captain is most inappropriate."

Obi-Wan sprang up from his chair, "But we-"

"And for a healer to take advantage of her patient is unconscionable," she quickly added. "For a Jedi to take advantage of another-"

"Who is to say I didn't take advantage of you?" He stepped in front of her as she backed up. "You felt my pulling you last night…that is why-"

"I am responsible for my own actions," Elleran said.

"As am I," Obi-Wan said, stalking closer to her, the shining handle of his lightsaber rolling languidly across his black-clad thigh. "But who is to say that it isn't the will of the Force?"

Elleran let out an exasperated sigh, "If we were any other two people on this ship-"

"But we aren't like any other people, are we?" he asked, stopping in front of her. "We were born different…with different strengths, different abilities. Heightened awareness…." He lightly touched his fingers to her cheek. "…heightened needs."

Elleran gasped, desperately trying to maintain her control. "I feel terrible for what I did."

"What you did," Obi-Wan said softly, "was beautiful. What I did was….not. I want to make it up to you."

"There is no need to-"

"But there is a need," Obi-Wan said, tilting her face up, only a fraction of an inch from his, "isn't there?"

Elleran shuddered and dropped her reserve. "Yes," she whispered low against his lips.

Obi-Wan made the tiniest moan as he brought his other hand up to cradle her face. "Let me start with what you forgot last night."

Before Elleran could ask, his lips slid along hers…teasingly they played at each other for several moments. And then he slid one arm around her back and pulled her close as her arms encircled him, and she leaned back into the wall. She opened up to him completely as his tongue slid inside her mouth, their groans mingling in their mouths. His body pressed her into the wall, the hunger tugging at them both….a ravenous hunger that could only be satisfied among their own kind. Not that they couldn't - and hadn't - found their own pleasure with others unlike them, but Jedi's understood each other's needs…and only those of equal endurance could satisfy each other's sharpest appetites.

Elleran moaned as his fingers skated around her covered breast, his mouth moving down to suck the soft skin of her neck. He would need no instruction…she wouldn't have to feign happy patience while she waited for him to learn the secrets of her pleasure.

"Damn," Obi-Wan said suddenly.

"What?" she gasped.

Suddenly over the intercom came Major Wodren's voice, "General Kenobi?"

"Yes, Major," Obi-Wan said with surprising calm.

"Sir, we are receiving communications from an unidentified source," Major Wodren said.

Obi-Wan hung his head and sighed. "I'll be right there, Major."

"Yes, sir."

Obi-Wan kissed her lips, saying, "I'm sorry. I have to-"

"I know," Elleran said before pulling him into a deeper kiss. Then she reluctantly pushed him away. "Later," she said.

"Most definitely," he purred, leaning in to nibble at her earlobe.

She pushed him off again and said, "Control yourself, General." She looked down at the obvious bulge in his pants and gave him a smile. "Perhaps you should wait here for a moment." She kissed him quickly and then walked out of the room.

Elleran didn't see him for the rest of the day. But she knew he would come to her eventually. After she ate her modest dinner, she returned to her quarters, changed out of her uniform into her sleep tunic, pulled down her hair from its braid, and settled on the floor to meditate. She sat with her back resting against her short bed, her legs criss-crossed in front of her. She inhaled deeply and closed her eyes, reaching out to the Force and releasing herself to it. She found the harmony as it centered her and sheltered her mind and spirit, and she let herself float there in peace.

Suddenly a sharp image entered her mind….of Obi-Wan taking her swiftly. Her eyes flew open in surprise…and she was even more surprised to find him sitting on the floor against the wall observing her quietly.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I'm having some trouble controlling my thoughts. I wouldn't intentionally violate your meditation." It was one of the first lessons a Jedi learned. Communion with the Force is sacrosanct.

"How long have you been sitting there," Elleran said.

"Not long," he said, his eyes admiring the smooth skin of her ankle and calf as her right leg slipped forward.

"Let me rephrase," she said. "How long are you going to sit there?"

His response was to lean forward, stretching his arms out to crawl slowly to her. He lowered his head and torso, running his tongue along the inside of her ankle. Elleran gasped as her control began to wane again. His lips attached to her calf, light kisses dancing up her leg. His lips came to the hem of her sleep shirt, and he rubbed his face up the fabric, stopping momentarily to kiss the curve of her breast, and continuing up to her lips where he stole one long, sweet kiss as she leaned her head back to the mattress.

Obi-Wan then lightly brushed his lips against hers. "I need to touch you," he whispered.

Elleran already knew that, but she delighted in hearing him say the words. She rose to her knees, pulling the sleep shirt over her head and tossing it aside. She smiled as his breaths grew ragged when he gazed upon her nudity. He reached down, placing his hands on her waist. Then he ran his hands up the length of her torso. Elleran moaned and leaned her head back as he attentively caressed her breasts. After several glorious minutes, his fingers slid up the front of her neck and cradled her head. He pulled her up into another deeper kiss, his tongue entwining with hers. She hastily removed his belt and began working on his jacket buttons. Achieving her goal, she pressed forward into his bare chest, luxuriating in the warmth of his skin on hers.

He pulled away from the kiss and swiftly lifted her off the floor, laying her on the bed. Elleran grabbed his hair and moaned as his quick tongue began a languid tease of her nipple. It was exactly what he wanted to hear, and he rewarded her by tenderly suckling her beautiful flesh, ever so lightly coaxing her nipple into further arousal with his teeth. He moved to her other breast, paying it great attention with his mouth until her back arched fully off the bed and her whimpers grew hoarse.

He traced his fingers down her stomach as his lips followed. Her scent began to fill his head, increasing his arousal. When he slid his finger through her wetness, Obi-Wan nearly lost control when he discovered the ample evidence of her desire. He stood up and quickly removed his boots and pants, letting her drink in his naked form as he had done with her. He crawled back on the bed, hovering above her and lowering his head for another precious kiss. But when she reached down and felt the girth of his erection, sliding her hand up and down it, Obi-Wan growled into her mouth. It had been too long since he'd been with one of his own.

He slid down her body, placing hungry kisses along the path to her center. His mouth watered as he got closer. He pushed her leg higher with his shoulder and immediately slid his tongue along her swollen flesh. Elleran groaned and bucked her hips toward him as his head moved back. He smiled at her reaction. His tongue dipped down again, slowly lapping up her nectar as she began to writhe underneath him, her moans bouncing off the walls. He alternately teased her with his finger and then his tongue, focusing on the swollen bundle of nerves, her energy pulling him into the exact spot that shot electricity through her.

Elleran released the last vestiges of her control as she gave her body over to his ministrations, the sweet pressure tightening up inside her as her hips pressed up to encourage the climb. "Oooohhh….pleeeeasse…." she moan aloud and in his head.

Obi-Wan groaned against her as he heard and felt her pleasure. Elleran bent her knees and braced her feet on the mattress as the distant rolling began. Obi-Wan slid his hands under her rear and lifted her off the mattress as her hips began to pulse up and down, her whines turning breathless. Higher and higher she climbed as he brought her to his tongue, circling harder against her clit, matching the rhythm of the waves that began to pulse through her. Elleran shouted as the orgasm hit her hard, reaching her arms above her head and arching her body high as he lifted her hips even higher. She sighed happily as her body crashed down to the bed, a light sheen of sweat breaking out across her skin.

Obi-Wan immediately pulled her body forward as he kneeled on the floor at the edge of the bed. She slid down and wrapped her legs around his waist as he kissed her, his urgent erection poking at her thigh. Elleran shifted down, taking him inside her with one swift move. He threw his head back and groaned, his memory paling in comparison with this reality. He shifted his knees to gain better balance and then slowly pumped into her, his thick cock spreading her wide as she whined at the delicious sensation.

She grabbed his shoulders as she leaned back, her hands sliding down his arms until her shoulders came to rest against the bed. Obi-Wan slid his hands to her back to support her, holding her steady as he thrust in and out of her. He leaned forward for several minutes to kiss her breasts, her fingers winding through his hair. Low, primal noises rolled out of her lungs, and he leaned back, pushing her body higher as her shoulders still rested on the mattress. He thrust his hips faster, angling them in order to slide his cock along that spot inside her that made her groan with each stroke. The friction frantically increased between their hips as their torsos arched back, their bodies calling to each other.

Obi-Wan moved his head forward to watch her glistening form swaying mindlessly in front of him. "Come for me," he gasped. His mouth dropped open and he groaned as she tightened around him. His head fell back again as he plunged his cock further into her, increasing the speed of his thrusts as her body begged him for more. His body began to shake as Elleran called his name in his head over and over. Suddenly she cried out loud, her muscles clenching and pulling at his shaft.

"Yesss," he hissed, his body tightening as she climaxed on him, her come pouring thick and wet around his shaft. In a split second he snapped and erupted inside her with a shout of her name. She squeezed around him, milking the hot orgasm out of him. One last tremor ran through him, and he fell forward, their wet skins slapping together, his arms firmly circling her back. He breathed heavily against her chest for a moment. Then he felt the stiffness of her shoulders as they balanced her weight against the edge of the mattress. He slid out of her body and lifted her again to the bed, crawling up next to her and curling his body tightly against her on the skinny mattress.

"I hope this makes up for my rude behavior last night," Obi-Wan said as he traced the lines of her face with his fingertips.

Elleran gave him a wicked grin. "It's a good start anyway," she said, wriggling around until she could climb on top of him. Her hair cascaded around his head as she slipped her tongue into his mouth with a chuckle. Suddenly an insistent beeping called from the pile of Obi-Wan's clothes resting on the floor.

He muttered a curse, sitting the two of them up. "I have to get that."

Elleran allowed him to get up and then flopped back to the bed. "Perhaps I shouldn't have been so eager to sign your release."

Obi-Wan opened the comlink. "Yes," he said in an exaggerated tone.

Elleran suppressed a giggle as Major Wodren informed him of the latest unnecessary details of the waste disposal repairs. ::Oh, wait until I tell everyone at the Temple about the fearless General Kenobi and the broken garbage disposals,:: she said in his mind.

He eyed her and responded in kind, ::Not if I get to you first.::

::Oh, really? This sounds like it could take quite a while,:: she responded, sitting up and leaning against the wall that the bed was pushed against. ::I'm getting awfully lonely over here,:: she added as she spread her legs rather wantonly.

He gave her a smirk as Major Wodren kept talking. ::Now I remember why I like Jedi girls so much.::

::Well, talk around the Temple was that you needed to be reminded of that,:: she said with an equally evil smirk as she gave him a sultry look and lightly ran her fingers over her breast.

::You probably shouldn't do that,:: Obi-Wan said.

::Why not?:: Elleran then ran her hand down her stomach, letting her thighs fall farther apart and running two fingers between her legs, smiling as she saw his cock bounce.

Obi-Wan stared at her wide-eyed for a moment until Major Wodren's voice blared over the comlink, "General? What do you think?"

"Sounds good. Carry on," he responded absent-mindedly before powering off the comlink and tossing it to the floor. He walked to the edge of the bed and said, "Don't stop."

Elleran smiled and indulged him, sliding her fingers along her slick flesh again. Her eyelids fluttered as she centered on the spot that brought her the greatest pleasure. Obi-Wan inhaled a stuttered breath as he watched her enjoy herself. Suddenly she stopped and whispered, "Your turn."

He raised one knee and rested it on the bed, reaching down to stroke his revived erection, letting out a quiet moan as he felt her tremors. He looked down at her through hazy eyes and moaned louder as she began to pleasure herself again. As the drops of fluid seeped out of him, she moved suddenly, kneeling on the bed, grabbing his hand away, and taking his hard shaft into her mouth. Obi-Wan growled as she sucked at him mercilessly, tangling her hair in his fingers and pressing his hips toward her.

Elleran shivered as she felt his pleasure inside her. She cupped his sac and stroked him gently as she continued to run her mouth up and down his length, forcing loud groans from his throat. Obi-Wan cried out, and she felt the spike of his climax, tasting his orgasm and then letting his cock slide out of her mouth, bending her head back and moaning as the hot, sticky fluid covered her breasts.

Obi-Wan groaned as he watched her delight in the sensation of his come shooting onto her skin. He dropped to his knees and kissed her hard, sliding his thumb between her legs as her hips moved quickly into his touch. He stroked at her rapidly with eager fingers as she spread her legs wider and wider, whimpering into his mouth as her body jerked against him. Her lips finally slipped from his as she cried out leaning back on her hands and rolling herself back and forth as she came for him again.

Elleran fell back against the mattress and sighed. "I think," she panted, "that you need to rest now."

"I need to rest?" he asked as he crawled on the bed again.

"Yes, you," she said. "I'm the expert here, don't bother to argue with me."

They shifted their bodies until they were pressed against each other again. "Don't tell me you're wearing out on me already."

Elleran tugged at his head until he moved, resting his elbows on either side of her head, covering her with his body. "I'd prefer not to have to face the Council again tomorrow when they find you dead in the morning," she said.

"Well," Obi-Wan purred, "if I am to die, I am taking you with me."

Elleran chuckled, "Now, THAT would make good fodder for Temple gossip."

Obi-Wan grinned, "Let's see then…. What type of scandalous, salacious details shall we give them?"

Elleran wiggled her eyebrows at him, "I'm sure the famous General Kenobi can think of something."

A sly smile spread across his face. "Well, for starters…you certainly haven't screamed enough for my taste."

"Hmmm…." Elleran lightly ran her tongue across his lips. "What else would you like to taste?"

His breath shuddered at her teasing question, and he claimed her mouth with his hungry lips as he prepared once more to claim her body…and not for the last time.