You make your way quickly through the crowd, aware of the eyes that turn to you as you pass. You know that if you slow down too long, some young slobbering padawan will want to dance with you. That's something you don't need to be hearing about for the next week.

You find yourself a nice seat at an empty table far enough away from the dance floor to discourage invitations. As you gaze around the room, your eyes find a definite prize. There's Obi-Wan sitting about five tables away, surrounded by a gaggle of adoring girls. You snicker indignantly as he plays his little flirtatious game with them. He finally sees you and smiles an evil grin as he raises an eyebrow. He then flirts even more enthusiastically with the girls, checking to make sure that you're still watching him. Typical. You lean back in your chair, fold your arms, and just smirk at him. You've gone a few rounds with him before, and you know that he'll never get anything remotely as good as that from those girls, and you know that he knows it. He takes a sip of wine as he stares at you, and he then proceeds to flash that killer smile at the now giddy groupies at his table. The moment he looks away, you slip away from your table to make sure he doesn't get the satisfaction of trying to prove to you how popular he is.

You walk quickly, looking over your shoulder to savor his disappointed reaction to your departure, and then you smack right into a solid form. You turn, startled, to find that you've crashed into Mace Windu.

"Now, you're not escaping so soon are you?" he asks.

"Well, not before I get a dance out of you, Master Windu," you reply coyly.

"Of course. I'd be delighted in helping you turn Obi-Wan as green as Yoda," he says.

You laugh as Mace takes your hand and leads you to the dance floor. As always, Mace's dignified robes and solemn expression belie his penchant for unabashed fun. There is obviously no finer dancer in the room. And out of the corner of your eye you relish the sight of Obi-Wan's scrunched up expression as he watches the two of you.

When the song ends, Mace grabs your hands and kisses them. "I think that did the trick. Ole Obi-Wan is about to bust a vessel!" Mace laughs a hearty laugh and bids you good evening.

You turn to see Obi-Wan with his back to you as he stands next to Master Qui-Gon. Another group of girls, all joined at the hip are standing behind the two men, whispering to each other. You roll your eyeballs. You couldn't have been like that at their age, could you? Then you see a friend of yours standing a short distance from the two Jedi. You know she's got it bad for Qui-Gon. She catches your eye and gives you a bit of a pleading look. You know this game well enough, and you give her a nod in return. You breeze past the giggling girls who fall quiet and annoyed when they see you pass by them and straight toward their hero.

Obi-Wan senses you approaching him, and he turns his head. Before he can speak, you whisper in his ear, "So do you want to be ogled at or ravished til you scream?" You see the grin begin to form on his face and you turn quickly to slink out of the room, knowing full well that he's stalking close behind you.

No words are exchanged between you as you lead him to his room. You know the way well enough by now. When you get to the door, you stop and await a little chivalry on his part. He opens the door and allows you to enter the room first. Just as he barely follows you in, you slam him against the wall and kiss him hard, searching out his tongue with yours. He growls as he reaches down and grabs your ass and then grinds your body into his. You are rewarded by feeling the bulge that is already straining against his pants.

You break the embrace abruptly and back away from him. "Who the hell do you think you are trying to make me jealous tonight? That was really, really pathetic."

He grins at you. "Yeah, but it worked, didn't it?"

"Not as well as dancing with Mace worked on you." You yank his robe off his shoulders and drop it to the floor.

"You tease," he says.

"Shut up," you say as you strip his belt and rip open his tunic, pleased with yourself that you've finally mastered the intricacies of his clothing.

He stands before you bare-chested and says, "Actually, I think this dress had more to do with grabbing my attention than anything." He places his hands on your waist and rubs circles around your hips, and you feel the wetness between your legs the moment he touches you. He descends slowly to his knees and then runs his hands over your breasts and back down to your hips. He then lightly strokes his fingers down the backs of your legs.

Much to his delight, you shift on your feet to keep your balance. His hands slide up under your short dress, and he licks his lips as he quickly runs his fingers between your legs and feels your wet panties. He then swiftly pulls them off as he gives you a wanton glare. You return his gaze, lick your lips, and let out a soft moan as you feel his finger gently caressing your clit.

"Oh yeah, baby," he says in a husky whisper. "You like that, don't you?" He puts a little more pressure on you and then kisses your knee. The dress hinders any further action on his part so you slowly pull it off, stretching your body up as you pull it over your head because you know he likes that.

You hear him groan and then feel his hot mouth on your thigh, sucking hungrily at your skin. You look down just in time to see his tongue shoot up between your legs. You cry out as his tongue tortures you slowly, and he looks up at you with a predatory glare. He lifts your leg up, giving his tongue more access to you. You rest your foot on the bed to maintain your waning balance and begin to grind your hips into his face as he eagerly laps at you. You moan loudly as he grabs the small of your back and presses you into his tongue. He groans as your gasps of pleasure increase.

You swiftly approach the edge and mutter under your breath, "Ooooh, don't stop…don't stop." You feel like your leg is going to give out on you and suddenly you find yourself spun around and your back thrown down on the bed. He presses your legs apart and lowers his tongue on your clit at a maddening pace. You sit up and grab the back of his head, lurching your body as it begs for release. You feel the tickle of his braid teasing your thigh. Then his fingers get in on the play, stroking you while he licks you. You are overrun by erotic sensations, and you come hard, the waves fiercely crashing through you, and you squeeze his hair and cry out as you ride the orgasm. You flop back on the bed and try to catch your breath.

You hear him rustle around - the sound of his boots coming off…the sound of his pants unfastening. "Well, that was fun," he says as he walks toward you. "But time for bed now." You feel the bed crash into the wall. You turn over to see him sitting up at the head of the bed with a silly grin on his face. "Good night," he says.

"Oh really?" You crawl up to him and take his mouth in yours. You quickly nibble at his earlobe and neck, and his head falls back with a moan. Your mouth descends quickly, flicking your tongue at his hard nipple, causing him to make unintelligible noises that grow louder as you gently nibble at it. You run your lips down his stomach, and he flinches the lower you go. You stop then to gaze at his erection and give it a good stroking with your hand. While you do this you raise your head again to look him in the eyes. His pupils are narrowed with desire.

You lick at his lips and purr, "It's such a beautiful cock." You kiss him gently as he releases a staggered sigh into your mouth. "It'd be a shame to waste it. But if you'd rather sleep…."

"No," he replies desperately.

You give him an evil grin. "I thought not." You then go down on him swiftly, sucking his cock toward the back of your throat, rubbing your tongue hard against it. He lets out a very loud cry and bucks his hips, causing the headboard to crash into the wall again.

You stop and look up at him to see his half-horrified response to your intermission. "You could go back to those giggling girls if you want."

He shakes his head frantically. "No, no. Just you. Just want you."

Now you giggle. You've reduced this well-spoken Jedi to a babbling idiot. You take him into your mouth again and suck at him mercilessly. He bucks his entire body, repeatedly banging the bed into the wall. "Oooooooh fuuuuck…. Ooooh you're so good…sooooo gooood…."

You stop when you hear other noises coming from the other side of the wall. "Ooooooh…..mmmmmmm….Qui-Gon….yessssss!!!"

You look up at Obi-Wan's amused face and giggle. "You go, girl."

"Well, he is the Master, after all," Obi-Wan says through ragged breaths.

"Yeah, sounds like he's got you beat by a long shot," you tease.

His eyebrows furrow at you, and you suddenly find yourself grabbed and shoved up against the wall. Obi-Wan shuffles slightly on his knees to gain his balance, and you feel his cock poke at you. You wrap your legs around his waist and bite your lip in anticipation. "Fuck me, baby," you growl.

He pulls frantically at your lips with his, darting his tongue in and out of your mouth. He shifts his weight and then thrusts into you, pushing up to slide in as deeply as he can. You groan together as he plunges into you again and again. You are vaguely aware of the loud bang of the headboard against the wall, but more keenly aware of the ecstasy rising again inside you as he thrusts his hard, throbbing cock deeper and deeper into you. You tense around him and feel the shudder go through his body.

"Oh baby," he growls in your ear as he licks and sucks at the soft spots on your neck. "You're so good…so fucking good…."

You feel his braid agonizingly tickle at your breast, and you arch your back to press yourself closer to him. You feel him grow bigger inside you as he thrusts even deeper and circles his hips at the deepest point. You cling to him for dear life as you feel your orgasm rising again. You tense your whole body to hold on to that delicious edge, but the power of him overwhelms you.

He grunts and focuses into a rumbling growl, the sound of which sends you over the edge. "Oh Obi! Oh gods!" You thrash madly against him as you climax.

The spasms of your orgasm send him over the top. "Yea baby! What's my name? WHAT'S MY NAME!" He releases a loud grunt as he explodes hot and wet inside you, filling you more…and more…and more…until there is nothing but pure liquid sex between you.

He falls backward onto the bed, and you collapse on top of him, savoring your sweet, slick bond. You finally slide up to meet his face, and he pulls you into a lingering, lovely kiss. "You're the only one for me, baby," he says as he gently rolls you onto your back.

You nuzzle his nose and say, "Well…what about all those giddy girls out there…."

You feel a tug in your mind as his eyes lock to yours. And then his lips descend…and he kisses you…fully…completely…senseless….

~The End~