Notes: The author was actually there in 1977 and bought lots of merchandising when she was making approximately 0.000001% of Lucas' 1999 income. So, since we girls are gettin' dissed by the God King yet again, I present the following:

You groan and rub your eyes. Every blink of your eyelids feels like sandpaper, and you wish you had remembered to bring your glasses with you so you could lose the gritty contact lenses. You are almost afraid to check your connection status to see how long you've actually been online.

Then you groan again as you stretch your cramped up neck and shoulders. This really isn't healthy, you think, as you being to type again, your wrists screaming at you to stop and call it a night. But there's a lot of work to do. And the sooner you quit, the more work will be piled up waiting for you tomorrow. Besides, you enjoy what you're doing. Your brain is happy, it's just your body that isn't quite approving at this point.

You decide you should at least walk around a bit and stretch out your back before you are unable to stand up straight. Heading to the break room, it doesn't go unnoticed by you that the place is deserted. You really don't mind it so much aside from the fact that the building makes strange noises when it's really quiet.

So you gasp and startle yourself a bit when you see somebody else examining the questionable contents of the vending machine.

"Oh," he says, turning his head toward you. "I didn't mean to scare you."

"No, you didn't scare me," you say as your heart pounds in your ears. Then you smile. "Well, maybe a little. I thought I was alone."

"Sorry to disappoint you," he says smiling back.

Yeah, right. You smile. "So tell me, Knight Kenobi, what in the name of all that is pure and holy are you doing appraising the contents of our vending machine at this late hour?" It is not unusual to see him in the Senate building, but that's usually during the daylight hours.

His face turns very serious. "The Council dispatched me here upon the request of the Chancellor."

"Oh?" you ask, playing along.

"Yes. It seems that there is a conspiracy afoot."

"Oh, how awful," you say dramatically. "A conspiracy? Here? In the Senate building? How could that ever be possible?"

"Well," he says, lowering his voice and raising an eyebrow. "It appears that access to all the Twix bars is purposely being blocked by half a row of Almond Joy's. And," he says rather dramatically as he looks back to the vending machine and points higher against the glass, "all the pretzels are being blocked by three packages of onion-flavored potato chips that no one will ever buy, thereby forever blocking access to pretzels on this floor."

You try not to laugh. "Surely, there must be something you can do about this heinous injustice."

"Well," he says, opening his hand to reveal sparse change. "I am close to a solution for liberating the pretzels, but I fear the Twix will remain captive for quite a long while."

You finally laugh. "Follow me, brave Knight, I think I may be able to end this siege for you."

He looks at you curiously but follows you as you walk down the hall back to your office. You stop just short of your office door and open the cabinet against the wall, revealing an array of snack treats.

"Private department stash," you grin. "Help yourself."

"Are you sure?" he asks with token Jedi reserve, not wanting to actually commit any crime even if it is pilfering a forty-cent bag of pretzels.

"I am quite certain," you say. "Take whatever you like."

He smiles. "I shall mention your bravery and brilliance in my report. The Senate will be forever indebted to you."

You smirk. "The Senate is already forever indebted to me."

He chuckles, his eyes brightening in a way that leaves no doubt why the Jedi made this one their poster child. He is absolutely compelling.

That eyebrow of his quirks up at you again as he pauses.

Like you care that he can read your thoughts. "What?"

"Thank you," he simply says.

"You're welcome," you say, unsure of whether he's talking snacks or observations. And, again, you don't care. "So, nosh on there," you quip.

He smiles yet again, something you don't see him do much during the regular run of business around this place. "Your generosity is greatly appreciated. And I will be forever indebted to you."

"Oh rreeeaaallly?"

He laughs. "Yes. If there is anything I can do for you, please do not hesitate to call upon me."

You leer at him. "Consider yourself called."

~*~

"Oh, you're so tight."

"Mmmm.... Yeah, I get that a lot," you sigh. "OW!"

"Sorry," he says. "It probably isn't healthy for it to be this hard."

"Let me just finish this off here."

"Well, hurry up," he says. "The sooner you finish that, the sooner this will soften up, I'm sure."

"Okay, okay, I'm almost there. Just be quiet a minute so I can concentrate." You peer at the document on your monitor. "Just a few more things to fix."

"You said that five minutes ago," Obi-Wan says, digging into the hard knot in your shoulder.

"I'm sure I could hire a masseuse who wouldn't make pithy comments while I'm trying to think," you say.

He chuckles. "Am I being relieved of my duties?"

You sigh, finally finishing your work and closing the file. "Hell no." You yawn as you start to shut down your system. "Excuse me," you say as you scoot your chair out. "Need to stand."

Obi-Wan backs up and pushes your chair out of the way as you stand up. His hands return to your shoulders, massaging out the kinks while you toss some paperwork around on your desk. His fingers slide up the back of your neck working on the knots there, his fingertips intermittently lightly caressing the sensitive skin, causing funny things to happen to your tired mind and body. Well, this situation would cause funny things to happen to your fully alert mind and body. It's just that during the course of normal Senate business with this man, you are better able to hide the thought from him of ripping his clothes off and vice versa. Right now, you are certain that thought is leaking right out of your imagination and into his.

You gasp as his fingers suddenly move forward, caressing the sides of your neck and moving up to trace the curves of your ears. Your head involuntarily falls back, and you release a staggered breath as his fingers lightly skate across the underside of your chin and down the front of your neck.

Without a word, he steps to your side, sliding his hands up to cradle your head and pulling you into luscious kiss that takes your breath away. His lips slide along yours, and his arm wraps around your waist as you press your body against him. His other hand waists no time, gripping at your side and then exploring upward. You moan and stretch your torso forward as he caresses your breast, clenching the fabric of your blouse as his mouth moves down your neck.

You reach behind you and toss everything aside that your hand meets, leaning your weight onto your hand when both of his hands slide up the front of your body. You throw your head back with a moan, your need increasing by the second and desperation taking over.

He steps back for a moment, quickly removing his robe. Then he reaches forward and grabs your head, kissing you with a hunger you thought he'd never show you. His tongue slowly slides into your mouth, and he groans as you twirl your tongue around his. You run your hands up through his short hair, twining his ponytail around your fingers as he pulls you close, your bodies grinding against each other as you lean back against the desk.

He pulls out of the kiss, his eyes heavily lidded as he whispers roughly, "Where's your boss?"

"A long ways away," you say, leaning forward and searching out his lips again.

And then the phone rings.

"Shit," you say, pushing Obi-Wan back. You know what this means. "Hello," you answer informally and annoyed. "Damn," you mouth silently. Of course it's your boss. He always knows that you work late. You roll your eyes and turn your back to Obi-Wan, unable to concentrate on your boss while those teal eyes burn into you and those hips shift just so.

But then you gasp as you feel fingers on the bare skin of your back, Obi-Wan's hands sliding up under your blouse and teasingly skating up and down the length of your spine. You bite your lip and bang your pen against the desktop as your boss continues to talk.

The slightest moan escapes your throat, and you cover with a cough as Obi-Wan's lips suddenly make contact with the small of your back. You give him a glare, and he smiles up at you, having descended to his knees while you were focusing your attention on trying to make sense of your phone conversation.

His arms reach around to your front, and he begins unbuttoning your blouse. This is getting very interesting. As soon as your blouse hits the floor, his lips are sliding up your back very slowly. You close your eyes and try not to breathe too loudly into the phone. But when his lips reach your shoulders as he stands, you feel the clasp of your bra give way. You clench your arms to your sides to prevent him from pull your bra off, and then you make quick work of ending the phone conversation.

You slam the phone down and turn to face him, still holding your bra up. "Why are you still dressed?" you ask.

He smiles and takes a step back. Then he slowly begins to unfasten his outer tunic.

Well, two can play at that game. You kick your shoes off and sit on the desk, holding your bra to your chest with one hand, while your other hand pulls your skirt up to reveal the tops of your stockings and garter belts. You smile and bite your lip when you hear a slight moan from him. You shoot him a quick glance and then lift your right leg slightly to unfasten the garter belt. You slide the stocking down with one hand and toss it to the floor.

You look up and nearly fall off the desk as you discover him completely nude, aroused, and staring at you most intently. You knew he had to be in good shape, figured he was probably fairly toned. But nothing prepared you for the sight of his slightly bronzed skin and perfect, smooth definition of well-formed muscles. And when he begins to move toward you, you know you are being stalked.

His hand slides under your left thigh, pulling your knee up to his hip as he pushes your skirt even higher and presses his erection against the thin, silky fabric of your underwear. You toss your bra aside as his mouth claims you in another hungry kiss. You feel his fingers working at your other garter belt, tickling the back of your leg most deliciously as the fastener snaps free, and your stocking joins its twin on the floor.

He wastes no time, bending down and teasing your nipple with the tip of his tongue. You grab the back of his head and push your torso toward him, needing far more than a tease. He moans against your skin as you open your body to him, wrapping your legs around his waist and lowering your last defenses.

You whimper as his lips tenderly suck at your breast, his need apparent as he begins to grind his hips into you. You respond by pressing back into him. Flexing your hips up and down to rub hungry nerves against his erection, causing breathy moans to spill out of you both.

You grab hold of his ponytail and pull his head up. "I need you now," you say against his lips, your voice low in your throat as you reach back to unzip your rumpled skirt.

He kisses you thoroughly and then pulls your skirt down as you press up on your arms to lift your rear off the desk. His fingers quickly hook under your panties, and he tosses them to the floor with the rest of your clothing.

His hands slide up your thighs, and you moan when he reaches your center, his thumb circling around your clit as he licks his lips and a rumble sounds from his chest. You move your hips in time to his arousing caress, closing your eyes and leaning your head back as you sink into the incredible sensations.

"Oooh, that's good," you sigh, losing yourself to him.

"Beautiful," he purrs as he lightly kisses your face.

You reach down while he lightly nibbles your earlobe and circle your fingers around his cock, smiling as he moans into your ear. "Fuck me now," you whisper back to him.

"Yes," he sighs.

You whimper when his touch recedes, but as he pulls you to the edge of the desk, you have no complaints. He looks into your eyes and then slides his length inside you, groaning and closing his eyes as he sinks into your warmth. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and inhale his intoxicating scent, moaning as his hips begin to move, thrusting forward and circling into you as your sense of time is completely lost. Slowly and deliberately he continues to slide in and out of you, the heat between you building quickly.

You surrender yourself to him, leaning back against the strong arms that hold you as you vocalize your pleasure. "More...please," you sigh.

He flexes his hips up, rocking you smoothly as your fingers dig into the hard muscles of his shoulders. He tightens his arm around your back and slides his hand between your bodies, stroking your clit with his fingertips.

And that is your undoing. You moan desperately as you tumble toward the edge.

"C'mon, baby," he purrs, rolling his hips as he slides in and out of you. "Come for me."

"Please...please...." you moan as the pleasure tightens and intensifies. Your breathing becomes rapid, your exhalations accented by whimpers as you get closer and closer....

And then you cry out as the delicious spasms wrack your body as you come hard.

"Yes," he growls through his teeth. "Ah...so good," he rumbles as he thrusts faster into you. His body trembles and then he groans and cries out, rapidly sliding deep within you as his orgasm overtakes him.

You feel his heat explode inside you, and he sighs into your ear, slowing his hips and holding you tightly as you squeeze his waist with your legs and rest your head against his shoulder.

"Well," he finally says.

"Yeah," you say definitively.

With your bodies still joined, he lifts your head and kisses you slowly. You could probably stay like this forever if your legs weren't starting to go numb.

He breaks the kiss and smiles at you. "A bed would help that, I suppose."

"Oh," you say, raising your eyebrows. "You know what? I have one of those."

"You do?" he asks with mock surprise. He looks around the room, his eyes playful.

"Oh well, it's not here," you say. "You'd have to come home with me."

A naughty smile covers his face. "If you insist."

"I do."

"Do you have a stash of treats there as well?" he purrs.

You bite your lip and smile.