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"What in the name of the Force is going on here?" Standing on top of the bar and gazing out at the melee of arms and legs, you're not sure if you should call the Enforcers or just start throwing chairs.

Ever since the damn Republic named this planet as a safe place for the crew on the various ships to take leave, your bar has been filled from sunup to sundown. Usually that wouldn't be bad--the extra business certainly isn't unwelcome--but having hoards of drunk soldiers in a small confined area is the quickest way to a bar-brawl that you've ever encountered.

And standing just tall enough so that your head brushes the average humanoids shoulder, you aren't exactly the best peacekeeper in the galaxy.

A red head pokes his head out of the jumble or arms and legs and waves to you happily, ducking as one of his comrades pulls him into a rough hug. "We're just havin' a bit of a reunion here, lassy," he calls out, gesturing to the fifteen or so bodies around him. "Don't ye be worryin' your pretty head none, honey. We're all officers, and well behaved too."

The woman who had pulled him into the hug smiles at you, her eyes bright. "And as soon as the General sets foot in here, I'm sure we'll all settle down. Ain't never seen a bar fight that the General didn't stop just by lookin' at it."

"So you just hop right down off that bar and don't worry 'bout us," the red head continues with a grin. "Less you be plannin' on doing a little dance, that is." Ignoring the palm to the back of his head he received from his companion he smiled wider.

You turn around and shake your hips at him before hopping nimbly off the bar, returning to where your overwrought aunt is still wringing her hands.

"They're going to destroy the place!" she wails. Rolling your eyes you pat her arm, hauling her into the back room and setting her down in the corner.

"They're all officers, Nanni," you say kindly, using your pet name for her as you smile at her. "I'll watch the front. You make sure everything's okay back here in the kitchen, okay?"

"Of course," she says absently, patting you on the cheek. You smile a little sadly, slipping back out the door into the common room and flashing a look at your twin brother.

"She fading out again?" he asks worriedly, his green eyes flashing.

"I think so. Will you go watch her?"

"You sure you can keep control of that lot?" he asks with a rueful look, tilting his head towards the dining room.

Smiling you stride to the bar, patting the red-head who'd spoken to you before on the arm. "You heard what he said, Sean. They're all officers. Well behaved lot."

"And the General'll be here any minute," the red head adds with a grin. "Ain't no one more serious than the General. He's a Jedi, y'know, lassie."

"See, Sean?" you say with a smile. "There's a Jedi on his way. I'll be fine. Go look after Nanni."

"I'll be in the back if you need me," Sean says, his eyes still dubious.

Shaking your head at his overprotective streak you settle back down in your seat at the head of the bar, eyes scanning the crowd restlessly. Most of your regular clients are here, shuttled off into one corner giving the guard interested looks. Many of the young women and men are sizing up the younger soldiers with hungry eyes, and you make a mental note to ask the band to play a few slow songs after the beer has been flowing for a while.

There's a stir near the door, followed by a silence that seems unnaturally loud after the preceding noise. Confused you hop back on to the bar and freeze, your eyes going as wide as every other civilian's in the room.

The soldiers rise as one as surge towards the newcomer, burying him for a few minutes in a sea of back pounding arms and rough hugs. Greetings tumble over each other as he is herded to the best seat in the house, right next to the bar and dance floor--and not too far from where you're standing.

His back is to the bar, giving you an excellent view of his profile--which you're sure could keep you happily enthralled for the rest of the night. He's beautiful in a way that few people are--as if he is a work of art or a sculptors greatest masterpiece.

Amused to find such lofty metaphors running through your street-girl head, you slide back off the bar and lean back into the shadows, continuing to run your eyes over him. He is clad in a tight black tunic and pants, the only sign of rank being a few braids on one shoulder. His long hair is held back in a silver clasp that matches his utilitarian belt and the clasps on his knee-high boots, offering the only relief from the unrelenting black of his uniform.

Suddenly his face turns toward you, his eyes seeking yours out in the shadows. Quicksilver green meets with yours, and you could swear that sparks are flying between you. You can almost read the glint in his eyes, and suddenly you decide that a night with this man would probably be the best one night stand of your life--and damned if you aren't going to have him.

Having grown up in a bar, you are probably the last person on the planet who would be accused of being shy. You return his smile, your own emerald eyes sparking with desire as you see his body shift towards you. You don't hesitate another second, pushing yourself away from the wall as he turns on his stool, his body facing you.

"Welcome to my bar," you say lightly, leaning across the bar so that your face is a few inches from his. "Can I get you something?"

"Whatever you're having," he replies softly, his voice satin in your ears.

"Do you consider yourself skilled with women?" you ask, your voice soft as you gaze at him narrowly. He blinks at the strange question before tilting his head to the side, regarding you with a smile.

"I've never had any complaints," he responds, his voice suggestive.

"So if I were to tell you exactly what I want to do to you right now, you wouldn't run screaming for the hills like a terrified virgin?"

"My dear girl, I doubt I would have run screaming for the hills even when I /was/ a terrified virgin." Golden eyebrows waggle at you as he leans closer, whispering to you conspiratorially. "And at the moment, I have to admit that I'm neither terrified, nor a virgin. Far from either, in fact."

The seductive smile he levels at you makes your heart skip a beat, and you fight the urge to climb up on to the bar and slide right into his lap.

"Well then," you say softly, leaning forward so that your lips brush his ears. "I want to strip you out of that uniform with my teeth. I want to taste every inch of you with, feel every inch of you. I want to make you beg, and then ravish you until you can't remember who you are." Pulling back you meet his eyes, licking your lips. "I want to be beneath you, my legs wrapped around you as make me forgot who I am. I want you in every position imaginable--and some you've never dreamed of."

You can hear his harsh breathing as you pull back, daring enough to lean in to trail your tongue ever so slightly against the swell of his lower lip. "Interested?" you breath against his mouth.

Before you know what's happening you're being dragged across the bar and pulled against him, your legs straddling his lap. You have only enough time to hope that Sean is keeping your aunt in the kitchen before his lips are on yours, tongue piercing your mouth to tease you breathless.

You can vaguely feel the rough wood of the bar behind you, the feeling of his fingers digging into your hips as he pulls you against him. You can hear the cheering from behind him, the rough catcalls from the soldiers--

--and Sean muttering, "Oh dear gods, not /again/," as he comes in from the kitchen.

The lips stop tugging at your for a moment as his face pulls back. "It's been an awful long time," he groans into your ear, fingers massaging your skin as he shifts into you, letting you feel the hardness pressing into your leg. "I don't suppose I could take you up on that offer--immediately."

"Tell me your name first," you say, grinding your hips into his. "I want to know what to scream."

"Obi-Wan," he gasps, eyes going wide with desire as you shift your hips against his again. "And if you keep that up I'll make sure you're too incoherent to remember it."

"Sean?" you call out, not taking your eyes from Obi-Wan's.

"You owe me," you hear Sean say behind you. There's a soft jingling behind you, and you see Obi-Wan suddenly stick his hand up, snagging something from the air nimbly.

You catch the silver glint of the keys to the master bedroom, a room you always keep locked when the bar is open. "Upstairs," you whisper. "Get me there, and you'll have everything I promised, and more."

You barely have time to blink before you're moving, arms and legs clutching desperately around his body as he runs up the stairs, hands already sliding under your shirt to caress the skin of your back.

He shoves you roughly against the door when he gets there, attacking your mouth with his, and for a moment you're convinced that the two of you will never make it inside. Groaning you push your hips against his, sucking his tongue into your mouth and writhing against his body as you feel one hand sneaking up underneath your shirt to cup your breast, fingertips dancing around your straining nipple.

Breaking away you gasp, "Bed," into his ear, groping for his hand. He tosses the keys aside, opening the door with a wave of his hand and plunging through it, his arms still wrapped around you.

He must be using the Force, because your shirt and pants are gone by the time you make it to the bed. He tosses you down, collapsing on top of you as your fingers tug desperately on the buttons to his tunic, undoing them as your lips meet his for another searing kiss. Your mouths separate only for long enough for you to pull the tunic over his head, and then they meet again, his bare chest pressing down into yours.

His hips rock against you as his hands slide up and down your sides before coming to rest on your breasts, still teasing the erect nipples. You groan as his mouth slips away from yours, sliding down your chin to your neck as his slight stubble tickles your skin.

"Don't mean to sound pushy," you growl, wrapping fingers in his hair and tugging his eyes up to meet yours, "but could you take your pants off and fuck me?"

"I wanted to--" one hand slips between you, fingers sliding into your wetness and caressing.

"Later," you reply, shoving him onto his back and clasping the bulge in his pants. "You're a Jedi--you're up to more than once, aren't you?" You smile into his dazed eyes as one hand continues stroking him, the other undoing the clasp on his pants.

"More than you could possibly imagine," he growls in response, thrusting his hips up as you snake one hand underneath his pants to cup his eager flesh. "So you want me to just fuck you now?" The look in his eyes is electric.

"Cross-eyed," you confirm, easing the tight pants over his hips and smiling as his erection bounces free. "Oooh, that's nice," you purr, petting the twitching flesh as he groans. "You really could fuck me cross-eyed."

"You talk too much," Obi-Wan growls, sitting up suddenly and tumbling you into the bed. He has his pants stripped off in a few moments, tossing them off the side of the bed before falling on top of you.

"You want cross-eyed?" he rumbles, his fingers teasing your nipples idly as he settles back on his knees between your legs.

"And too incoherent to remember your name," you remind him, arching your body into his touch.

"Close your eyes," he says, hands drifting down to settle on your hips. You comply, shivering as you feel the head of his erection caressing your opening.

And then suddenly he's inside you, buried to the hilt, and you're helpless to stop the hoarse cry that tumbles off of your lips as you arch up, crushing your head back into the pillow.

He stays painfully still as he guides your legs up around his hips, long fingers caressing your skin as his hands slide back down to your hips, lifting them slightly. You moan at the change of angle, shifting your hips languidly against his.

"Obi-Wan," you murmur softly, sliding your eyes open.

"Yes?" he responds, pausing.

"Just proving I still remember it," you respond with a grin, letting your eyes slide shut again. "Fix that, would you?"

"As the lady commands," is the harsh respond.

And then he takes you. Long, smooth strokes into you, each one angled perfectly to tease your arousal into painful awareness. The rhythm is odd, keeping you off balance as you try to anticipate the mind shattering thrusts.

You open your eyes for a moment, but the sight of this man thrusting into your body is like sensory overload, the beautiful body and golden hair seeming almost surreal in the dim light. Your soft moans turn into screams as one hand slides up to tease expertly at your clit, fingers slipping around it in teasing circles.

You feel yourself being pounded higher and higher, feel the tremmors starting--

And he stops. Planting a hand on either side of your head he leans over you, chest heaving as he controls himself like no man has any right to.

You whimper, twisting your hips in a desperate attempt for the stimulation you need for completion. Your mouth falls open in a desperate cry, and his lips are on you, devouring you as he resumes moving, pulling out and thrusting back in a fraction of an inch.

"Please," you whimper, crying out when his body stills again.

"Come for me," he responds, leaning back and gripping your hips again. Your eyes roll back in your head as he resumes thrusting, this time his hips snapping into yours at a frantic pace. You can hear the low growls in his throat that escalate into harsh cries as your muscles start to c lench around him.

His body is on top of your suddenly, and you shudder as his lips claim yours, hips thrusting against yours one last time as he buries his cries in your mouth. At the same time you feel yourself launched into climax, your body trembling under his as you cry out softly into his mouth.

The world comes back to you slowly, but you only wake up to realize that there is a stubbed cheek resting on your thigh.

"Obi?" you ask, a little confused.

"You're not cross-eyed yet," he murmurs before leaning over to kiss your curls.

Your head falls back into the bed as you thank the Republic for bringing this man to your planet.