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I knew Obi-Wan was coming into port soon, but I didn't know the exact day. Though I should be accustomed to it by now, I am invariably a little taken by surprise when he calls. Of course that decidedly adds to our excitement, our anticipation of being together again at last.

We meet in the late afternoon at the pad, a windswept platform from which we had a fine view of the massive skyline of Courscant. He was wearing his Republic Navy uniform, clinging black pants and crisp black jacket tipped in silver piping. His knee high boots were polished to a high gloss, as was usual. As we embraced, I recognized the rustling of his pants against my thighs. He kissed my lips, a long lingering kiss. In that instant, weakness took me in the knees, my heart faint with lust to lie beside him. "How have you been?" he asked, his voice smoky, with the wind blowing it softly to my ears. "Fine. As always, I've had butterflies since you called," I answered, smiling into his eyes.

Pleased with this, he smiled, his head gracefuly inclined toward me, filling my eyes with his powerful beauty. Lithe beauty, head to foot. Muscular shoulders fringed with soft fringes, like petals of wild roses, all golden red. Smooth complexion, somewhat ruddy with his travels. Clear blue eyes, evenly set, with a straight nose. A man with the classic image of a fantasy come to vivid life. "How long do we have together?" I searched his eyes. "About six days is all," his mind ranging. "Six days of treasure," I said, making the best of it. "Have you had lastmeal yet?" I asked. "No," he said. "I want to take you out." I smiled, "What would you like then?" Obi-Wan looked at me, his jawline solemn, and said, "You." Then he clasped my wrist. "It's so good to see you."

Looking from the traffic around us, and then down his body, I agreed. "I know. I missed you too." Impulsively, I reached over and ran my hand easily down his crotch. He gasped lightly, delighted by the gesture. My hand lingered and felt him respond beneath it. Our eyes met. He told me not to stop, so I pressed down. As I ran my hand smoothly back and forth over the fabric, I felt the strength and power of the rod beneath. I sensed a rush of electric current between my legs, a strong pulse. Straining to keep my eyes on the airlanes, I wriggled in my seat.

Again, I let my eyes look his way. He clasped my hand, put it to his lips and kissed it. He put it down to rest on his leg and readily unfastened his pants, revealing his already hard cock. Instinctively, I put my hand on it, and finally beneath it. I lifted it a little, letting my eyes fall to it. I felt the smoothness and density of his shaft. "You aren't wearing any underwear today, lover." Smiling, he said, "I'll bet you aren't either. I have an idea. Let's go home and find out." I thanked him with eager affection.

Setting all else aside, we made our way home and to our bedroom. "It is good to be home, love," he said as he began to remove his clothes. "Our bed looks inviting." I undressed while Obi-Wan went to put on some music. I looked up, he stood naked beyond the door, in plain sight. I seized the moment to admire his excellent body/ Supple, lean, and youthful, still. Handsome with rich thighs, like a dancer. A taut flat stomach molding upward to his dense rib cage and upper arms. Very smooth skin, very enticing.

As we reached for each other, Obi-Wan grasped my wrist, touched my arms, my shoulders. With unutterable joy we got onto the bed facing one another, hand in hand, eye to eye. He rolled onto his back as I turned onto him, kissing him, touching him, moving downward. He sighed with pleasure as I consumed him. His sighing provoked my own desire for him. "Oh, I love that," he groaned. he tipped his fingers upon my shoulders. "Come here." His loving words reached my ears in soft whispers. I moved toward him, knowing he was a little weary. He held me, kissed me. Gently rolling us over, he said, "And now, for your pleasure."

"You are my pleasure, bright eyes."

He traced my face under his spread hands, telling me wordlessly he loved me. We kissed long, passionately, gyrating with desire for each other. His tender mouth enveloped my nipples, nipping while his tongue teased the very tips. My breast swelled in excitement. He moved slowly down my body, kissing me softly with his lips and tongue. His golden fingers sliding over me, touching me, caressing, gently squeezing. He took my foot in in his hands and put my toes to his lips. Kissing them, sucking them, running his tongue between them.

He then moved upward, between my legs, turning his head to kiss the inside of my knees. He spread my legs apart and ran his fingers smoothly up my thighs. Lightly touching me, spreading me, he put his loving lips and tongue to me. His breath warm, light chills spread over my body as he caressed me with his mouth. In a peak of passion, he brought me to a shattering orgasm. With insatiable desire, I wrapped my legs around his shoulders. His mouth eagerly responded to my embrace, engulfing me completely. Beneath his lips and tongue, I quivered into a crescendo of luscious completion.

We showered together, bathing one another completely with sweet soap. As we held each other closely, he bent to press a sweet soulful kiss to my lips. "We are perfect together." Obi-Wan went to the kitchen to get some wine while I changed into the gown he had given me on my Naming Day. Transparently green, soft, silky, sensuous. He delights in my wearing it.

Making some time to talk is always especially important to us because of our lifestyle, his work. We spend many hours talking and loving, nurturing our relationship. After telling each other the trials of our separation, we talked of a future full of uncertainty. We sat close in bed, our legs entwined. We love using the romantic effects of candles. Filling the air with wonderful scents, sandalwood, vanilla, and jasmine. The candlelight cast a radiance over him as his silky skin and scent intoxicated me. "How 'bout a massage?" I asked, longing to touch him, to breathe the heavenly fragrance that came from him. "For me or you?" I smiled in reply. "For you, silly. Just for you." A seductive smile then came to his lips. "I'd love it." He turned quickly onto his stomach, finding himself in front of the mirror on my dresser.

I spread my legs and straddled his hips, my gown falling to our sides. I poured oil liberally into my palms, warming it. Anointing his back and shoulders completely, I worked my palms into his lean, steadfast muscles, feeling the tension dissolve, his skin sleek with rich oil. With each stroke upon his skin, I felt my excitement mount. He opened heave eyes and looked up into the mirror at me. I took my gown off, drawing it up over my head, my hair falling in wild disarray. He gasped at the sight of my wanton behavior. Smiling, I lay down on his back, my nipples pressing to his slick skin. He let out a passionate growl as I slide my hands beneath him to his stomach.

I rolled off him, turning him to me, my hand on his waist. I moved my hand freely up his broad torso, and then down the inside of his inclining thigh. I leaned to him, brushing my lips over his stomach to his weeping erection. I stretched my arms out to clasp his shoulders. His right hand stroked my throat, his other pulled me to him. Our parted lips met, playing so tenderly and erotically. I moved to him.

So effortlessly- in one motion I lifted his shaft to my aching center. We moved with each other, for each other. Leaning into his clutching embrace, I felt his breath hot and panting upon my neck. We turned easily onto our sides. Aroused to fresh zeal, we gave to each other in rhythm and melody. As I quivered with intense pleasure, he filled me with his hot seed. Mingled in love, charmed to stillness, in each others arms we lay. He turned his eyes to me, kissing me with his sated gaze. "Oh, how I love you." His fingers softly brushed against my cheek." Then, still at last, we slept in peace. Our bodies relaxed, rest was sweet for us.

After the pleasure of love and sleep, I awakened to the treasure in my arms. My man, my lover, my luxury. I lay there for an hour, holding him, indulging myself in his beauty. Afraid to fail my love, I tried to decide just how to wake him, wanting to give something special. Too late, I saw him just waking from sleep. Troubled by a dream, he whispered, "Just hold me, love. Please." After a while, he squeezed me. "Let's go watch the sunrise together."

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On the sixth day

********************************************************* We stood by the ship. The wind stirred up some spirit in my heart. Obi-Wan cast me a glance. It was time. The now bitter wind pierced my heart. I stood frozen in almost panic. He took me in his arms. "Don't cry," he murmured. "Just love me." Joy and anguish took my heart and my eyes filled with tears. My throat closed at the sight of his eyes, and I whispered, "I'll always love you."

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