Title: Hat Trick
Author: Melly aka sharxgrrl
Disclaimer: All hail Lucas. All realize that if Lucas sues me, all I have to give are Star Wars toys and a game-used hockey stick. I will beat him over the head with the stick before he gets it from me. Seriously (hah!) Obi-Wan belongs to Lucas and I make no money off of this.
Rating: Since this is my first fic . . . NC-17. Is there anything else? :)
Summary: Obi-Wan finds you at a hockey game, and much happens after. Author's notes: Pretty much everything that happens in this story has happened at one point or another in my life. Well, except for the Obi-Wan part. Sure wish it had though!
Archive: Ummmm, Temple Library and Generalsgrrls if they want it. Anyone else, please ask. I'll be shocked and honored and probably say yes.

I race my car into the parking lot, slap a ten dollar bill into the hand of the attendant and speed into a parking place, muttering to myself the entire way. "Why oh why do I have to be late on a night when we play the Dallas Stars?" I think out loud. Turning off the ignition, I reach over to grab my bag and jersey, slam the door and start the half-mile run to the Will-Call window.

As I jog, I think out loud again. "If things had been normal, I would have been able to stroll from the lot to the doors in a matter of a minute but nooooooooooo, I had to get stuck at work." Sighing deeply, I wait for the cop to signal me to cross the street. Taking pity on me, he yells "You're late! Faceoff was 15 minutes ago!" and guides me to cross the intersection diagonally. I attempt to run in my platform boots and grin at him in thanks.

Heading over to Will-Call, I yank out my wallet and spill the contents of my bag on the ground. Biting back curses, I throw everything back in, storm up to the window and slam my ID down to get my ticket. The ticketing agent cowers a bit, finds my ticket and timidly slides it under the window to me. "Enjoy the game . . ." he says, but I can barely hear him because I'm already off and running for the front of the arena. As I race off, in the corner of my eye I see him slump a bit, and he seems to be thinking "Thank God for bulletproof glass."

I fly over to the entrance and tap my foot as the usher takes my ticket. I grab the stub and move forward, yanking my jersey from its customary place of being tied around my waist. I slide into it as I wait for the escalator to lift me to the concourse. I debate about going to my seat but decide that I will watch the game on the monitors at the concession stands since I really need something to calm myself down. One Pepsi and four dollars later, I trot off to my seat. I haul myself up the stairs and wait at the top of the first flight for play to end so I can head up the rest of the way to my seat. Glancing at the scoreboard, I note that the Sharks have already scored once, and I have missed half of the first period. I mentally curse my boss as the whistle is blown and people stream up the stairs.

Reaching my row, I climb over ten people to get to my seat in the middle of the row. It's worth it though, I scored a center ice ticket. As I settle into my seat, I notice that the two seats next to mine are empty. At that moment play resumes and I don't have time to think of anything other than the resounding chants of "Bellll-fouuuuuurrrrrr" as the Sharks torment their former goalie. The Sharks draw a nice penalty; high-sticking, I notice, and since it slightly cut one of my boys it's a double-minor. During the time spent sorting out the penalty, I notice someone new climbing over all the people I'd just climbed over. I sigh, realizing that I was about to lose the nice empty seat next to me. As the person climbs past me, his cloak flows over me and he drops into the seat next to me.

"Pardon me," a familiar voice says, and my jaw drops slightly as I stare at him. He rearranges his robes back into place and looks out over the ice as I murmur "not . . . a . . . . problem . . . " in response. My mind tries to comprehend that I knew the man sitting next to me, even in the absence of his padawan braid. I mentally slap myself on the forehead. ::Of course he wouldn't need the braid anymore,:: I chide myself, ::he's a Jedi now.::

Obi-Wan Kenobi breaks me out of my mental berating by asking "Who's ahead?" in that wonderful stealth-purr. "Sharks are up one-nothing," I reply somewhat timidly, still a little shocked at who fate dumped in the seat next to me. Everything starts dropping from my sight except for this beautiful Jedi sitting next to me; not even the chants of Belfour raise me out of my shock. For the next two hours, I alternately stare at the rink where the Sharks proceed to whomp on the Stars, and at the Jedi beside me who seems enthralled with the game. During those two hours, he asks me some questions that allow me to use some of my hockey trivia and insights, but there is one big problem.

He never stares back at me.

The last minute ticks down, and I jump out of my seat screaming at the top of my lungs as the final score flashes on the Jumbotron: Sharks 5, Stars 2. I notice that Obi-Wan is right next to me, yelling as well. ::Too bad he would never be interested in me as anything other than a person to chat to during a game,:: I think. Right as this thought crosses my mind, Obi-Wan asks in a smooth voice, "May I escort you to your vehicle?" Amazingly, he sounds like he hasn't yelled a single word during the entire evening whereas I sound like my voice is about to break into a million pieces. I nod my stunned assent to his question and he does escort me out of the arena, somehow creating a buffer of space around me so no one jostles me in the happy mass exodus of teal. As he walks with me down the sidewalk, I notice that the "problem" is gone.

Not only are his eyes on me, but suddenly I feel his hand on my back. The warmth from it spreads throughout me and is a protective presence. I suddenly realize that he will not be leaving until he knows that I am safe.

We reach my car in the now-deserted parking lot. I look over at him as I unlock my door and I am inspired to ask Obi-Wan, "Do you have transport?"

"No," he answers simply.

"Lodging?"

"No."

"Get in," I say, hitting the unlock button on the door.

He looks at me, a bewildered expression on his face.

"You want the hat trick? You know, dinner, a place to sleep, a set of wheels? Get in," I tell him.

I expect an argument, but suddenly the passenger door opens. He gets in. Swagger, voice, robes, all of it. Sitting in my front seat.

The only thing I can think is ::Don't thud.::

"Where are we going?" he asks me as he fiddles with my stereo, changing the CD to No Doubt's "Return of Saturn," my favorite disc.

"That's a good question," I murmur as my mind goes racing through my options. It is almost 11pm at this point, and not much is open. The first thought though my mind is ::Screw dinner, find a hotel!:: but I kick it out fast, afraid he has picked up on that idea. His expression remains unchanged as he studies the jewel case the CD was in, so I hope he is either really good at not smirking at thoughts like that, or he didn't notice it.

"Hmmmm . . . how about Denny's?" I ask. "It's about the only place I can think of that is open 24 hours and is close to here."

Obi-Wan flashes me a killer smile and nods, and all I am left thinking is ::Ummm . . . after that smile, and with him in the front seat, can I even remember how to operate my vehicle?::

Somehow I figure out how to turn on the ignition and shift into reverse as Obi-Wan continues proving himself to be a man by fiddling nonstop with the stereo. He finally stops playing with it when "New" starts blaring through the speakers and he settles back into the seat, enjoying looking around the city as we drive through downtown but also very alert of what is going on around him.

My green Neon heads down Santa Clara Street and I turn onto North First, driving down until the familiar sign of Denny's lights up the night. I turn into the parking lot and say, "Here we are, Lenny's . . .er, Denny's." Obi-Wan shoots me a quizzical look and says "Excuse me?" I giggle. "Sorry, old commercial, and not worth explaining." I hit unlock and get out of the car. Obi-Wan does the same, and walks over to my side of the car. His hand returns to its place at the small of my back as I lock the vehicle, thankful for his presence as we are not in the best of neighborhoods.

We walk into Dennys and sit down at a booth. A slightly harried looking waitress comes over and plunks down two glasses of water and hands us both menus. I open mine and study it for a while, but Obi-Wan just gives his a cursory glance and places it on the table. A thought flits through my mind, ::I like a man who knows what he wants . . .:: but I mentally smack myself on the forehead again and shyly glance back up at him. This time, there is the tiniest of smirks on his face and I sigh deeply, thinking to myself ::I have got to learn to censor myself since I have the loudest mind south of San Francisco.::

::Don't. I like hearing what you think, uncensored:: wafts through my mind, not in my voice but once again in that stealth-purr. I look up, a bit startled, into Obi-Wan's blue eyes and see the smile on his face reflected in his eyes. His hand reaches out across the table and takes mine, and that wonderful feeling of warmth and protection flows over me again. It is all I can do to keep from melting into a Mellypuddle on the spot and therefore creating another mess for the waitress to clean up.

The waitress comes over and brusquely asks if we are ready to order. I nod my assent and ask for a club sandwich with no tomato and a Coke. Obi-Wan orders nachos and a Sprite in that beautiful smooth accent of his, and flashes the waitress a smile that is just slightly less dazzling than the one I had received in my car earlier. The waitress visibly relaxes and smiles back, something that I thought would not happen unless she was choking the daylights out of her boss. The waitress picks up or menus and wanders off, seemingly a bit dazed.

Obi-Wan's eyes return to mine and he relaxes back into the booth, not letting go of my hand. "So," he asks, "tell me why you were almost as late to the game as I was." I laugh and launch into the detailed story of exactly why I was held up at work and then the hellish traffic I had endured on my way to the game. In the middle of my long tirade of traffic caused by the game, our food arrives. Obi-Wan and I continue to converse through our late dinner and he learns all about me, how I started as a Sharks bandwagon fan but seem to have forgotten to jump off the bandwagon, and miscellaneous other stuff that I thought would bore him but doesn't seem to. He tells me all about life at the Temple, why he was at the game tonight, and other various things.

We had finished dinner long ago and just kept talking, my hand still in his at the middle of the table. I think the waitress has given up on us ever leaving the restaurant and I realize why when I look at my watch, and it says 4 am.

I tug on Obi-Wan's hand. "C'mon Kenobi, let's go," I order, tossing down a nice tip to hopefully avert the waitress' impending nervous breakdown. We head to my car and I unlock the doors, taking a moment to pause and watch as Obi-Wan ducks his head and gets in. ::How did I get so lucky?:: I marvel to myself. ::The Sharks demolished one of my most hated teams and I've got a Jedi in my front seat. I must have done something to get this good karma going.::

Obi-Wan looks over and smiles at me, and I hop in the car and start it up. "Where are we off to now?" Obi-Wan asks me and I smile. "I told you," I say with a smile, "dinner, a place to sleep, a set of wheels. You've got dinner and the wheels, now we're off for the third."

I feel a big dopey grin cross my face as he leans over and gives me a soft, long kiss on the cheek. I squeeze his hand lightly and drive back through the now dark and deserted downtown, hopping on an empty highway to speed back to my place.

As we wind through the side streets towards my neighborhood, I tell Obi-Wan "I live in a house with two other roommates. Hopefully they are already asleep. Either way you can stay with me tonight." Obi-Wan nods and continues studying my neighborhood even though it is shrouded in darkness.

I pull my car into the driveway and shut the car off, grabbing my stereo faceplate and tossing it into my bag before joining Obi-Wan outside the car. As we walk up to the door, I take out my housekeys and say quietly "Try not to make too much noise. I don't want to wake up my friends." I open the door and lead him in, and carefully lock the door behind him. The house is dark and I walk through it without turning on any lights, amazed at how Obi-Wan can follow me without killing himself over furniture like I would in a strange room. ::Duh,:: I think. ::He's probably using the Force to keep himself from hitting stuff.::

We slink into my room and I quietly close the door, turning on the light once it is safely shut. I look around in dismay at the room, slightly embarrassed at the disarray it is in. I apologize for the mess but he just shakes head at me, saying, "Do not feel the need to apologize for this. It is nothing but the sign of someone who is living in a space rather than using it as a showplace."

I reach over and turn Obi-Wan around so he is facing the wall. "Look at the hockey stick," I tell him. "It's game used."

"Why am I looking at the stick on the wall?" Obi-Wan asks, and I reply as I wriggle out of my jersey and shirt. "You are looking at the stick because I am changing into my pajamas and I don't want you watching!" is my answer to him and I feel, if not see, him grin.

As I finish getting into a white Old Navy sleepshirt and plaid sleep pants, he slides out of his robe and his boots. He hangs the robes off the stick, making me laugh and settles his boots beneath it. He then asks me if it is ok to turn around.

"Knock yourself out," I say, "but are you going to sleep in that?" I look at him in his tunics and he nods. I can't help but feel a flash of disappointment as I try in vain to stop thinking he might be more comfortable sleeping in nothing. I try not to meet his eyes as I know he picked up on that thought, and motion towards my twin bed. "Well if you want you can sleep with me here, or if it's too small you can stay on the couch . . " I listen to my voice trail off, realizing that I don't want him to stay anywhere but with me. "No, it's not too narrow," he reassures me. "I've slept in worse places." I nod and throw back the covers and get in and involuntarily shiver as he slides in next to me.

I have just started to think that there will be just enough room when suddenly his arms slip around me and pull me tightly against him. I look back into his eyes as he shifts slightly and his lips meet mine, finally. All of the night suddenly feels like it was simply leading up to this point and I let out a soft moan as his tongue gently pushes into my mouth and strokes mine. I feel his hands slide down my sides and guide the shirt up off of me. I distractedly think, ::well damn why did I even bother putting pajamas on,:: as Obi-Wan's hands stroke up from my sides to my breasts, tweaking the nipples slightly to make them even harder. I reach to the fastener for his tunics and open them, pushing them back to expose his chest. I run my fingernails lightly over his chest, enjoying the slight inhalation of breath that draws from this gorgeous man.

His hands reach down and untie the drawstring on my sleep pants and he pushes them down to the point where I kick them off. I feel his hand then slide down my panties and slip inside them, finding his way into my already wet folds and locating my clit immediately, rubbing it in firm insistent circles. I shiver deeply and pull his face to mine, kissing him passionately and reaching down towards his pants. He moves to unfasten them for me but I grab his hand and guide it back inside my panties and slide my fingertips just underneath the waistband of his pants. I can already feel an impressive erection and I reach down for it, gasping slightly when I realize there is nothing between his pants and him.

As I close my hand around his thick cock, he slides two fingers inside me. We both moan and he starts sliding his fingers rhythmically in and out as I start pumping him with my hand, rubbing my thumb over the head every time I reach the end of his penis. I look at his face and am amazed at the look on his face. His eyes are tightly shut and his mouth is just slightly open, and he is breathing shallowly and rapidly. I am always amazed that I can reduce a man to that face.

I pull his hand away from me rather reluctantly and take mine away as well. He whimpers slightly and I raise a single finger to his lips to silence him. He looks at me and I try to think loudly "I want more than this," as I grab his pants and pull them off of him. He does the same for my panties as I stare in awe at his cock. He follows my eyes and grins. I reach down and grab him again, and guide the head of his cock to my clit. I rub it there for a couple of moments and then guide him to my vagina, pushing the head just barely inside. He takes charge there, rolling me completely onto my back and mounting me. We both sigh as his cock penetrates me completely and he starts to thrust in a slow, smooth manner. I sigh and match his thrusts with my hips as he reaches down to kiss me. I grab on to his butt and wrap my legs around him as his thrusts start to increase in speed. I hear his voice in my head again, that purr whispering sweet nothings to me as I feel pressure starting to blossom deep inside of me.

He reaches down to stroke my clit softly as his thrusts start going faster and in a more rugged pattern. My moans intensify, I realize that I am much closer to the edge of my climax than I had thought. He picks up on this thought and increases the speed of his thrusts and starts projecting his own arousal into my head. This is enough to push me over the edge and I moan long and deep as my muscles contract hard around him, pushing him over the brink as well. He moans as he shoots his semen deep inside me, and we both shiver in the aftermath of our mutual orgasms.

I sigh unhappily as he withdraws, but he wraps me up tightly in his arms and holds me tight as I begin to doze off. My two last thoughts are looking at the clock and realizing it is 6 am, and then looking into his drowsy, half-open blue eyes and thinking about what a night it has been.

I wake up after a very short nap two hours later, still snuggled tightly against Obi-Wan. I rest there for a moment, listening to his heart beat and looking at his face when he opens his eyes. I look into his eyes as he reaches forward, kisses the tip of my nose and smiles. "As much as I hate to say this, we should get up," I say. "My roommates will be up any time now." He nods and reluctantly lets me go, getting out of bed and searching for his tunics. I smile as he quickly gets back into them and shrugs back into his robes. I throw on jeans and a t-shirt, enjoying the way his eyes wander up and down my body as I dress. I give him a soft, lingering kiss then take his hand to lead him out of my room.

We quietly walk into the kitchen, and I find my friends eating english muffins. "Hey guys," I announce, "I'd like to introduce you to a friend of mine. Kathy, Jessica, this is Obi-Wan."

Kathy and Jessica exchange knowing glances with each other. They instantly know that this is more than a "friend," but that is what I get for rooming with two of my best friends. Luckily they are both dressed like me. They offer us some breakfast, which we both take gratefully and slip off into another room to enjoy alone.

After eating quickly, Obi-Wan leans over and tells me a bit regretfully, "I must be leaving. Would you accompany me to my transport?" I nod sadly, feeling tears pricking behind my eyelids. I am amazed at how attached I have gotten to Obi-Wan in less than 24 hours.

I throw on a pair of shoes and say bye to my friends, and head out to my car with Obi-Wan. He tells me where his ship is at and I drive over there, wishing that every light on the way would be red so I could spend just a little more time with him.

All too soon, we reach the hangar and we are standing at the base of the gangway. I say sadly "I guess this is goodbye."

Obi-Wan just looks at me and smiles. "Wait. You want the hat trick? You know, life, free food, a man to love you?" he asks with a grin. "Get in."

He starts to swagger up the gangway. I stare at him for a second, torn. Then after a moment of deliberation, I run after him. Who needs earth, anyway?

He leads me into the cockpit after a brief happy reunion and I settle into a seat behind him, snagging the robe he slung over the co-pilot's seat and wrapping myself up in it. It is way too big for me, but I pull the hood up and figure I will nap for a bit as we go where ever our destination is. He starts guiding the ship skillfully out of the Earth's atmosphere when suddenly something hits me.

I start screaming at the top of my lungs, and Obi-Wan spins around, reflexively drawing his lightsaber to defend me from whatever demons have invaded his ship. I stand there, my jaw on the floor from seeing a Jedi in full battle mode as he scans the area around me, demanding to know what is wrong.

"NO HOCKEY?!?" I wail. "No way. Nuh uh. I am NOT going," I vehemently declare.

"Hey," he soothes as he powers down his lightsaber and winks at me. "Relax. That empty seat next to me was mine too. I've got a pair of season tickets."

He grins and leads me back to the seat as I trip over his robe. I settle back in and he guides the ship once again into the stars. I murmur to myself, "A life, free food, a man to love me AND hockey tickets. Can't get any better than this."

As I doze off, I think I can feel him smiling.