"Lucky for you these things are built with a practice mode," you grunt as he blocks you. The loud hiss and crackle of your sabers proves your equal strength, despite your disparate heights. His blue and your purple would actually be a thing of beauty if the blades weren't so deadly…or at least in this case painful. This is shortly proven as the slightest misstep allows him to graze your arm with a burn before you re-group and block a fatal blow.

"Now who's the lucky one?" he sneers.

"Focus, Padawan!" Master Qui-Gon absolutely does not tolerate banter during practice.

"In trouble now," you shoot back at Obi-Wan.

"That goes for you, too!" You suppress a chuckle at your Master's admonishment. You know he's going to catch a lot of flack from Qui-Gon if you don't behave properly. So you comply and allow your Master to show off in this friendly rivalry.

You change tactics and back Obi-Wan into a corner. This is always fun, to see how he'll get out of it. A fraction of a second later, he's flipping over your head. Before you can turn to fully face him, he finds his opening and slams you against the wall with the Force. It's a stronger bolt than you anticipated and you drop your saber. "Damn," you say under your breath.

::Well, this is no fun:: he says in your head as he points his saber at you. ::Oh well, since you are unarmed, admit your sorry defeat, and we can have another round.:: His face jumps in surprise as his saber flies out of his hand.

"I said focus, Padawan! Now you have lost your weapon as well. Let us see how you fare."

"Aaaww," you say with a pout, "didn't they teach you that Masters read minds, too?"

You half expect a scolding from your Master, but you hear nothing. You then smile as you imagine the bet he is probably making with Qui-Gon over this practice round. You and Obi-Wan both know what this means. Anything goes.

While he's grinning, you move swiftly and slam him with a Force blow, followed by your body. He hits the ground beneath you with a thud and a grunt. You focus all of your energies on holding him down as he summons his to try and push you back. You pant heavily at each other like a couple of rabid animals, your sweat-soaked clothes making easy movement a little tricky as the fabric sticks to your skin.

The struggle continues. "Give," you say. You know better than to think he actually will. Your Force strengths are equal, but his physical size finally prevails. Suddenly you find your back slammed onto the floor, and your arms quickly pinned down.

"Give," he orders. You shake your head and scan his mind and body for a weakness. He leans down to your face and grits his teeth, "Give."

Then you find your opening. Without a second thought, you stick your tongue out and lick his cheek. He jumps in surprise. You grab his shoulders, buck him off your body, and then force him on his stomach, pulling his arms behind his back. You hear an echo of laughter coming from your Master.

"Alright, that's enough for today," Qui-Gon says.

You release Obi-Wan and stand up. He springs to his feet and points at you. "But, Master, she cheated."

"I did not!"

"You did!"

"Obi-Wan, you lost your focus," Qui-Gon says.

"But she…she LICKED me!"

"Padawan, if you are going to be thrown so easily, perhaps we need to work with the practice droid some more," Qui-Gon says.

You bite your lip to stifle a giggle, and Obi-Wan glares at you. He hates to lose to you, friends or not.

Your Master walks between the two of you and addresses you. "You know better than that."

You put your hands on your hips and say quietly, "So how much did you win?"

He raises an eyebrow at you and points to the door, "To the showers, Padawan."

"Yes, Master." You walk quickly into the shower room. As usual, you have the place to yourself, at least the women's side. The large shower room itself is separated by a wall, with a small, and always securely locked, door separating the genders. Occasionally for large practice groups - always men - the door is opened. But you've never actually seen that since there are far fewer women at the Temple.

You peel off your wet clothes and boots and turn on one of the shower faucets. You stand under the water and close your eyes, feeling like you could probably take a nap like this. You finally reach for the soap and clean the practice grime off your body and hair. As you rinse you close your eyes again, taking a brief respite…it's the only time you ever really get to be alone. It's one of the advantages of being a female padawan with a male Master.

You hear a faint creaking sound and open your eyes. You stand staring, surprised, for a moment as you see the door of the shower room slowly open. You reach out with the Force to determine who is there. No one. You walk slowly, a bit nervous in your vulnerable state, toward the now open door. You peek around the door and through the doorway but see nothing but the men's shower room. You hear water running, but see no one.

Then you hear an odd noise. You hear it again. It sounds like…a groan. You hear it again, a little louder and a little more enthusiastic. You know that sound…or what you think it probably is. And you also know that Obi-Wan is most likely in there. You reach out with your mind, but he - or whoever it is - is shielded. You know you should just turn around, walk away, and dry off…but you cannot.

Ever so slowly you creep toward the doorway. The voice of reason tells you to stop right where you are…the punishment for entering the men's shower room is severe. But before your reason can talk some sense into you, you pop your head through the doorway. You then slap your hand over your mouth to keep your gasp from sounding aloud.

Obi-Wan is standing under the shower, water running down his muscular chest and stomach…his hand wrapped tight around his cock, stroking slowly but intently. The groans continue to spill out of him. Your breath catches and you stare in wonder at how beautiful and purely sexy he is like this. And you also know you have crossed a line that you can never retreat from.

Like a magnet, you are pulled to him. You walk slowly so as not to alert him to your presence. He has shielded his mind, but he obviously is not on the defensive. As you get closer, you can more clearly see his arousal, which ignites your own. You see the tightness of his chest and neck…the strength of his hand as it pulls on his shaft.

You swallow hard as you stand before him. You reach out and touch his arm. He jumps and his arm instinctively reaches out and grabs you around the neck. In a fraction of an instant, he realizes it is you, and his eyes grow wide, and his breathing is staggered.

You sense an angry accusation rising up in him. Before he can act on it, you grab his hand from around your neck and move in quickly and suck on his erect nipple. You feel his anger toward you shatter, as he moans and grabs onto your head. You run your tongue along the smooth skin of his chest as it shakes with each shallow breath he takes.

He pulls your head away and says unconvincingly, "We can't do this."

You respond by descending to your knees, running kisses down his stomach as you go. You nip at his thigh with your teeth and then look up to see his hopeful eyes and mouth gaping open. "So," you purr as you lightly flick the head of his penis with your tongue, "what brought this on," you say as you lightly run your fingers up the length of his erection.

His cry echoes through the room as you swallow his length into your mouth. He eagerly presses his hips toward you as you suck him hard. You playfully run your fingers up and down the backs of his tense thighs and then up his hips and stomach as he leans back into the wall to support himself.

"Ooooohhhh," he moans as you press your tongue firmly against him as you run your mouth up and down his cock. He plants his hand firmly on the back of your head and thrusts deeper to the back of your throat. "Sssoooo good…mmmmhhhh."

You shift your eyes up, and a spark shoots through you when you find his enraptured face. Dueling with Obi-Wan had been one of your favorite activities. Now you know that pleasuring him is second to none.

"Oh gods," he calls out as you move your mouth faster and tighter on him. "Please…please," he begs. "Yessss….yessss…just like that…." You always knew he'd be chatty. He squeezes your hair and yells your name. His spastic abdomen lets you know what's about to happen. He growls, and he comes hard. You drink him down eagerly as he heaves raspy breaths between his grunts of pleasure.

The next thing you know you are pulled up and swiftly pressed into the wall as his mouth consumes yours. A constant, low rumble sounds from him as his tongue enthusiastically explores your mouth. He is quickly tasting your neck, hungry for your flesh. His experienced hands slide up your wet body and caress your breasts as he nibbles and sucks on your shoulder. His thumbs play at your nipples as he moves back slightly to take in your longing now.

He bends at the waist and takes your breast into his mouth. You moan your approval and run your fingers through his hair, pulling out the band that fastens his ponytail. His arm wraps around your back, but then his hand slides down your buttocks, and his fingers slide between your legs and tease at your opening. You pull on his hair and whimper as one finger barely enters you.

He lets out a hot sigh on your breast and raises himself up. He pulls your leg up and rests it against his hip as he inserts another finger inside you. His mouth latches onto your earlobe and he whispers heavily, "Gods, you're dripping."

You can only moan and whimper in response. He pulls his fingers out of you and moves them forward. You shift your hips back slightly to quicken the process. You moan again as his finger slides up to your clit, and he teases it with torturously slow circles. Your hips move in time to his caress, and he lightly licks your lips as he watches your face.

"Better than fighting, don't you think?" he says.

"Mmmmhhh…" You grab his face with your hand.

He sucks your thumb into his mouth. "If I would've know I could actually render you speechless, I would've done this a long time ago," he says with a slightly mocking tone. He continues to slowly circle your clit with his finger.

"Ohhh…don't tease… not…now…."

"Why," he purrs as he slightly increases the pace of his erotic touch. "Don't you like it?" He leans in and suckles at your bottom lip.

"Ohh…yesss," you whimper onto his lips. You then whine when his fingers leave you.

"Don't worry, impatient one," he lightly scolds. He kisses your lips sweetly…and then your neck…and then your breasts…and then your stomach. Your body begins to tremble in anticipation, and all rational thought flies out of your consciousness as his tongue makes contact with you. At first his tongue imitates what his fingers were doing, sliding hot and wet around your clit. Tiny groans escape his throat as you moan for him to continue.

At the first sign of your knees beginning to buckle, he suddenly stops and stands up. You begin to sputter. "What? What? Don't stop."

He chuckles as he pushes you along the wall. "Sit," he says. You look down to see the small bench that you've seen on your side of the wall hundreds of times. As you sit, he kneels before you and spreads your legs wide, lifting one over his shoulder. You shiver as he blows on your pulsing, hard nub.

"Pleeease," you beg.

He looks up - always the smart ass - and says, "Are you sure?"

You grab the back of his head and lower him between you legs. You lurch instantly as he licks at you again. You hold his head tightly there, although the pressure of his shoulders against your thighs pushes you slightly up the wall. You squeeze his hair, and his tongue darts hungrily at you. It seems as though you cannot get close enough to his tongue, and you grind your hips into his face. His mouth is setting you on fire, feeling so good, but you need more.

"Obi-Wan!" you call out as his fingers plunge inside you. Your moaning leads him to find the center of pleasure within you. He massages that sweet spot as his tongue laps you up on the outside. His fingers sliding in and out at the perfect angle rushes you to the edge. You spread your legs as wide as you can and claw at his shoulders. You've held off begging, wanting to make this exquisite sensation last, but you finally relent, knowing full well he won't allow your release until you do.

Your voice crackles as you whine, "Please…please…."

::Please what?:: you hear in your head.

"Dammit," you growl, your body writhing on the verge of explosion.

::Say it:: he says.

"Ooohh gods…make me come…make me-aaahhh…." You are rocked with a fury of delicious spasms from the outside and inside. Your head bangs against the wall as you ride the orgasm, coming hard into his mouth and hand. You collapse in a heap, your half dry skin and hair sticking to the tile.

Obi-Wan raises himself, still on his knees, and gives you a smirk. "I believe you finally gave in to me."

You sign and blow hair strands out of your face. "Must you always be a brat?"

"No," he says lowly. He leans in and kisses you tenderly but deeply. You sigh happily and reach your tongue out to his, entwining them slowly and reverently. His chest is warm against yours, and you wrap your legs around his waist. He finally pulls away from you, his eyelids at half mast. "This changes things," he says.

You shake your head. "We're still friends, our Masters are still betting on us, and I can still kick your ass."

"And I yours!" He stands and pulls you up with him.

"Just wait til you really get inside me," you tease. "Then we'll see who's the champion." You slink away from his arms and walk toward the door, knowing that you need to be getting dressed before your Master sends a squad in after you. You glance at him over your shoulder and give him a sassy giggle as he stands there gulping…and just before you disappear through the doorway, you see his cock bounce in your direction.

"Wait," he calls out.

"See you later, baby," you laugh and close the door, locking it securely.