JenJen sat at her open window, watching the storm. It had begun over an hour ago, and the fierce lightning had knocked out the electricity all over the city. She had nothing to do, but sit and breathe in the sweet smell of the rain. She had been having fun here, but sometimes it was nice to relax and do nothing! The sky was beginning to darken as the sun began to set. JenJen sighed contentedly, and laid her chin on the slightly damp window sill. A flicker of shadow passed at the edge of her sight. Jen knew she should stay put in the relative safety of her room, but her curiousity got the better of her.

The storm had raged itself out of energy, and the only sign of it now was a steady, warm rain. Jen slicked her hair back away from her face. Kymira had offered her an umbrella, but she ignored her friend. Something was drawing her outside, away from her warm room, and into the damp evening air. There was a large wooded area just outside the neatly manicured grounds, and she felt a pull from the middle of the trees. A ghostly voice seeped into her mind. //Come to me...// Blindly, she stumbled forward, until the sight of the shadow made her stop dead in her tracks. There he was... the General. Dressed in his blessed black leather... his shoulder length hair hanging slightly over his brooding gaze, as if asking her to reach out and smooth it away. His shirt clung wetly to his wiry form, emphasizing his strong shoulders. The open buttons of his shirt invited her hungry eyes lower. The tight black leather of his pants hid nothing from Jen's imagination. He was like a force of nature, all muscle and sinew. His stormy gray eyes took her in, like a predator choosing his prey. Jen shivered then started to back away slowly. "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to disturb you." A feral grin catches his full lips. "You're not... stay."

Even if she had wanted to, Jen couldn't have left after that. His cultured voice had taken on a dangerous edge to it, and she found herself wanting to test that edge. "No, really. I should go." Like the panther he so closely resembles, he strikes. She finds herself pulled to the damp ground, as his hard body settles om hers. "I said stay." The edge had a decided growl to it now, and the sound sent a shiver through her veins. Heat stole over her cheeks. "Don't be afraid of me. I'm not going to hurt you, I promise." Yielding to temptation, she ran a fingertip over the slick curve of his jaw. His skin was so firm... and masculine. He trailed his fingers down Jen's neck, smiling when he felt her shudder. He took her hand and placed it inside his open shirt, against his bare chest. She could feel his heart pounding against her fingertips and palm as a thousand shards of desire pierced her body. "I want to make love to you, Jen," he murmured, leaning his head down until only a hand's breadth seperated their lips. "I want to feel your body against mine, and hear your voice call out my name."

Then, he kissed her. Hot and wet, his lips covered hers as he plundered her mouth and stole her breath. His kiss was demanding and fierce, yet somehow tender and welcome. Jen clung to him. She felt his hands at her chest, undoing her buttons on her shirt. She knew she should stop him, but for some reason she couldn't tell him no. He lifted her hips, unsnapping her jeans, and pulled them off of her willing body. Jen trembled as he deepened his kiss. She heard the clinging suck as his clothes disappeared from his rangy frame. He moved his hands under her to he buttocks, and she gasped at the sensation of his touch. "I won't let you go tonight," he whispered as he pulled away from her lips. "Obi-Wan.." His long fingers settled on her lips, shushing her. "Sshhhh.. Forget about everything else. Tonight, there's only us."

He buried his lips against the sensitive flesh below Jen's ear and she moaned in pleasure as a needful ache throbbed through her. Needing to quench it, she reached up to him, running her hands over the wet flesh of his back, feeling the muscles there ripple beneath her palms. He rolled her over so she sat straddling his stomach. He sucked his breath in sharply as her breasts were bared to his sight. "You are beautiful..." he moaned, lifting himself up to take her right breast into his eager mouth. Jen gasped in pleasure as his tongue flicked over the taut nipple. She buried her hands in the long dampness of his hair, cupping him to her. Once more he rolled her back to the ground and pulled back, staring down at her as he seperated her her legs with his firm thigh. She felt him, warm and wet, as he probed the center of her body with the tip of his shaft. "I want you," he growled from between clenched teeth.

He closed his eyes as if he was being tortured. "Obi..." His blue eyes opened again. "It's all right," he whispered. "I just have to get," he took several deep breaths. "Control." His hand trembled as he reached to cup her cheek. "I don't want to hurt you..." Jen kissed him, reassuring him of her willingness. He fell against her and she savored the feel of his entire body pressing to hers, the satisfying feel of his hips between her legs. He left her lips and kissed down her throat to her breasts. Needles of pleasure pulsed through her with every touch of his tongue and hands on her flesh.

He moved his hand over her hip and down to the throbbing ache at the center of her body. Jen moaned as he seperated the tender folds of her body and stroked her intimately, causing her need to burn brighter. "Like that, do you?" "Yes," she groaned. He smiled. "What if I told you it gets better?" Her voice was strained at best. "I don't think I would believe you." His stomach quivered against hers as he laughed. Obi-Wan trailed his lips down her ribs to her stomach. Jen arched her back as he ran his tongue over the sensitive flesh of her hip and more pleasure assailed her. Obi-Wan moved his hand from between her legs, and before she could voice her disapproval, he took her in his mouth. He kissed her inner thighs, looked up at her and gave her The Look. His finger circled her bundle in an intimate caress and he gave an impudent nip to her thigh.

Jen wiped the dripping moisture from her face and bit her hand at the fierce pleasure that erupted through her. Never had she felt something so intense, so wonderful. His tongue teased her as his finger continues its slow assault. Her body quivered and spasmed as he quickened the strokes of his tongue. She tangled her hands in his hair, pushing him closer to her as she pressed her feet to the soppy ground to bring her body closer to him. "Come for me, my girl..." Jen screamed with release as the world spun around her.

Obi-Wan lifted his head in triumph. Now it was time to claim her. With his entire body trembling with need, he climbed up her still shuddering body and pressed her back as he covered her. She moved her hands down his body, cupping his hips, drawing him closer to her. "I want you inside me. Now," she begged as she reached down and took him in her hand. She guided his swollen cock toward her. He rumbled low in his throat. "That's what I love most about you. You always know what you want." He slid into her in one deep thrust. Jen moaned in blissful satisfaction as he buried himself deep.

Lifting her hips, she urged him on, whispering her need to him as he stroked her sheath. "Faster," she urged, her body spinning out of control. Obi-Wan obliged and she felt as if she were on the precipice of some great cliff, about to fall. Her ecstasy built, stoked by the fire that was his body. Jen dug her nails into his back as her body erupted again and she groaned with wonderous release. Obi-Wan moaned as her body spasmed around his , and her grip on his shaft grew tighter. he thrust harder now, needing to find the same peace for his body. Jen felt him shudder as he thrust one last time. He was calling out her name as she felt the warmth of his seed seep into her.

Jen came back to reality as he picked her limp form up "You'll take a cold if we don't get you cleaned up and warm. Come on... back to my room." Jen sighed happily, and rested her wet head on his chest.