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"5, 4, 3.no."
Padawan Raba Calder could hardly believe her eyes. Her Master asked her to make a delivery to Corridor 8, room 2, but she had no idea it would be to the private quarters of Master Qui-Gon Jinn and his Padawan, Obi-Wan Kenobi. Raba's fingers tightened around the small carved-wood box entrusted to her by Master Cir'dua. She only needed to drop off the box and leave, simple enough. Then why did she suddenly feel nervous and flustered? It wasn't as if she'd never met either of the pair. Everyone knew of Master Jinn and Padawan Kenobi; they were possibly the most prominent Master and Apprentice pair in the Temple. And probably the most amazing looking pair as well.
"Stop it!" Raba chided herself. She came here to do a simple duty and drooling over the occupants of the chambers was not part of it. With what little gumption she still had left, Raba quickly touched the chimes to request admittance. She heard movement behind the door in response to the call, and leaned back on her heels to wait. When the door slid open, Raba eyes went wide. She sincerely hoped that the sight she beheld would be burned into her memory for the rest of eternity. Obi-Wan Kenobi stood before her in a flouncey white shirt open to his waist and tucked into tight black trousers. Tall, slick black boots came up just over his knees and his skin seemed to gleam as if it had just been oiled. His hair, much longer, obviously grown out for quite some time now, hung in gold-brown locks around his ears. A second faux plait matched his Padawan braid on the other side of his head. Obi-Wan as this vision, Raba thought to herself, could be nothing more than a figment of her imagination. How could it be possible that an object of her desire would be so delectably displayed before her? No deity is that generous or giving. She tried desperately to recall what good deed she had done to deserve this. Whatever it was, she'd be certain to repeat it.
But a fantasy of her mind, he was not and Raba stood gaping at him for an extremely long moment. So long, in fact, that it had gone beyond awkward to just plain embarrassing. Obi-Wan shifted uncomfortably under Raba's gaze and coughed, a little self-conscious. He directed his gaze to the floor while an impish grin curled around his lips.
"It's a disguise," he half-heartedly explained.
"oh.my." was about all Raba could manage. She didn't want to close her eyes or move her head in fear that the luscious vision would somehow disappear, but it instead gestured to her with finger-less black gloves to enter his quarters. Raba gulped a breath and tried to recover some dignity. She needed to be in control of herself. If Obi-Wan looked like this, what could Master Qui-Gon look like?
Raba stepped just inside the threshold and lifted the box tightly gripped in her hands up towards Obi-Wan.
"Uh, Master Cir'dua said you needed this?"
Obi-Wan moved to stand in front of her and fiddled with the lock on the box, still in Raba's grasp.
"Yes, Master Qui-Gon made the request," he stated as he leaned forward slightly to get a better look at the aging clasp. "He said it would finish off the disguise well."
With a soft click, the box popped open, Obi-Wan lifted the lid and peered inside. His jaw dropped, his features spread with stun. Apparently, this was not what he had been expecting. He blinked a few times before reaching in and pulling out the contents. Obi-Wan dangled the mess of chains, jewels, and beads off his fingers, his brow furrowing as he seemed to consider what he held.
"Oh," Raba finally realizing what they were, "Maksen slave.chains." her voice trailed off as the look of shock returned to Obi-Wan's face. He peered up into Raba's eyes, obviously disconcerted, and then looked back at the jewelry in his hands.
"Uh huh," Obi-Wan eyed the chains suspiciously, "and you just." he hesitated.
".wrap it around your neck and ear." Raba supplied, trying not to blush, her thoughts twisting beyond her control. The secret mission became all too clear to her, slave Obi-Wan to Master Qui-Gon. She'd heard rumors about these two but always dismissed them as bitter conclusions drawn by rebuffed admirers. Only now, she had to wonder. Obi-Wan glanced back up at Raba.
"Will you put them on me?"
For maybe five ticks on the crono-meter, Raba stopped breathing. The room spun a little before she reined in her pounding emotions and consented, drawing on every lesson of control she could ever recall having heard. Obi-Wan traded the chains for the box, slipping them into Raba's hands and then set the box on a table behind him. He dropped his head back and to his right, allowing her access to the strong curve of his neck. His hair shifted back and one braid slid off his shoulder to dangle next to his shoulder blade. Raba couldn't help but think how soft his hair looked, but such thoughts were not going to keep her from embarrassing herself and she desperately didn't want to risk that. She'd never be able to look him in the eyes again, and oh what eyes she would be missing.
Stop that!
Raba swallowed her breath and moved close to Obi-Wan's body. She unwound the chains and slid the oval ring around his left ear. She then took the long stretch of jeweled beads under his chin and wrapped it around his neck once to loosely collect about his collarbone. One dangling gem nestled into the hollow of Obi-Wan's throat. Raba suddenly wondered what it would be like to tease the gem out from it's resting place with her tongue.
No.
She closed her eyes and regained her diminishing composure. She draped the short line of chain and beads around the back of his neck and under his soft hair. Obi-Wan rolled his head forward to allow her better access, but it only sent a shudder though her to see his hair shift fluidly again and brush across her arm. Raba latched the short chain to the long over his right shoulder and stepped away. Obi-Wan had his eyes closed the whole time and slowly opened them as he raised his head back up. There was a distinct twinkle in his blue-green depths.
"All done," Raba grinned, struggling to keep the nervousness out of her voice. Obi-Wan raised his hand to brush over the chains and turned away from the fellow Padawan to check his reflection. Standing before the mirror, Obi-Wan turned his head back and forth, up, down, studying the ornaments. Each movement caused a chime, clang, or rustle of metal.
Raba knew she shouldn't ask, it wasn't her place, but curiosity bested her. The chains that Qui-Gon requested were of a specific nature.
"So, you'll be posing as a." she almost choked, ".Trophy slave?"
Obi-Wan spun around; the ruckus produced by the jewelry caused Raba to flinch. High-pitched tings of tiny bells assaulted her ears. Obi-Wan winced as well, laying his hands across his collarbone to stop the swinging chains. With a semblance of silence achieved, Obi-Wan dropped his hands and looked at Raba.
"Now, what did you say?"
Raba lowered her head a bit and smiled to herself. So, Master Qui-Gon hadn't told him. Biting her lower lip, Raba cleared her throat.
"Only the prized possession of the Master wears those type of chains."
Obi-Wan blushed, but a knowing and devious smile spread across his face as he turned back to his reflection. Oh yes, there HAD to be something between those two. Without turning around, Obi-Wan mused.
"So I guess that means I'm not a Pleasure slave."
It was Raba's turn to blush, trying to force the image of Obi-Wan kneeling between the legs of.no, no, no! Out of my mind, she demanded of herself, closing her eyes for a brief moment and assured the strength of her shields. She would not broadcast these thoughts. A small smile curled the corner of her mouth. But she'll save them for later. Raba looked up from her sordid reverie to meet Obi-Wan's pointed gaze. It was another five crono-ticks before she breathed again. He grinned at her and then turned back to his reflection, holding the chains still, dampening the clatter. Oh, Sith! What if he heard all that? Or was she just being that transparent?
"Well, Master Qui-Gon said he had a way to assure he'd be in control of my role on this mission." Turning back to Raba. "This must have been it. Trophy slave, huh?"
Raba nodded and shrugged, trying to dismiss her nervousness. Her task completed, she really should be going, Master Cir'dua probably wondered what happened to her padawan. Besides it's rather inappropriate just staying to stare. She would have excused herself right then, but Obi-Wan spoke first. No, *first* the most devious expression crawled across his face, stopping Raba mid-attempt to speak, then he spoke.
"Too bad," he stalked towards Raba, "I would have liked being a Pleasure slave. Just once, you know? To experience what it would be like." Stopping just in front of her, that Temple-famous impish smile of his curled his lips, the excitement in his eyes spiking. Raba thought she may faint, she couldn't possibly excuse herself now. Her conscience wouldn't allow her to miss this. Let alone her hormones. She wanted to say something witty, teasing, intelligent. To impress him with her poise, anything other than what she was really doing - staring dumbly back at him, willing the gods that he kiss her soon. But he didn't kiss her; he leaned close to her ear. She swallowed hard as his hot breath warmed her earlobe.
"If you had a Pleasure slave, what would you have him do?"
Not fair! He wasn't playing fair! How could she maintain any level of dignity if he insisted on seducing her so damn well? How could she impress him if she couldn't even speak? A searing hot tongue traced the edge of her lobe, leaving a warm wet trail and sending a shiver down Raba's spine. All she had to do was ask.
Kiss me, touch me, caress me, fuck me.
She raised her hands to his shoulders, wrapping them over the strong caps and squeezing. Her intent to push him away slowly passed from her mind as she allowed her hands to slide down to his shoulder blades and span over his back. Strong fingers curled around her waist, holding her tight and drawing her closer. All she had to do was ask.
"I'd have him kiss me for a start." Her own voice startled her, darker and deeper than she'd ever heard it. She felt Obi-Wan chuckle, a soft rumble in his chest.
"Yes, my Mistress," then his mouth descended on hers. The first touch of lush flesh sent wild excitement humming though her body. Each extremity tingled, then numbed. The only sensation she remained aware of was the hot demanding pressure against her lips. Her back arched as he took the kiss deeper, his tongue pushing past her lips, licking and then parting them. A moan started somewhere deep inside Raba and slowly ascended to erupt in her throat. His tongue swirled inside her mouth, tickling her palate and teasing her teeth. She wrapped her arms around him even tighter to keep from melting into a heap of goo on the floor. She felt the sensation of being lifted, but Obi-Wan's hands continued to rub across her back.
The Force.
How resourceful. Raba knew they were moving but didn't know, didn't care, in which direction until the table bumped the back of her thighs. She was lifted to the edge of the table, her ass running into the box that had held the chains that started all this. Bless those lovely chains! Still wrapped about Obi-Wan's neck, the beaded jewels jingled and jangled in sporadic rhythm with the twist and turns of Obi-Wan's lips and tongue. Raba gasped for breath when Obi-Wan released her lips to trace his tongue along her jaw line and then suck on her neck. Her fingers gripped the back of Obi-Wan's flouncy shirt, pulling it taunt against his sculptured chest. She barely had time to catch her breath when Obi-Wan leaned her back and let his hand trail down her body. Pausing to kneed and caress her breast before continuing lower, the soft touch settled between her thighs. She moaned loudly at the contact and squirmed as he applied a bit more pressure. Her chest heaved with each circular rub. Trembling, her voice shook when she spoke.
"Master Qui-Gon.?"
"Isn't here," Obi-Wan finished, spoken between sucks on her earlobe.
Raba squelched an initial wave of disappointment at the news in light of the circumstances. How many fantasies did she think would get played out in one day? This one should last her until oneness with the Force and beyond.
Obi-Wan continued to rub her as she felt the laces of her trousers undo themselves. Why had she never considered the Force as an accessory to sex? She obviously lacked Obi-Wan's perception. Or training.
His fingers left her only long enough to slip down, sliding against her skin and inside her pants. Searing white heat ran through her veins. She moaned and squirmed as his fingers settled against her wetness, spreading and caressing her in a steady, soft mind-bending motion. She called out wordlessly as the speed slowly increased, but her calls were quickly swallowed by Obi-Wan, his mouth capturing hers, his tongue easing between her lips. In perfect rhythm with his fingers, Obi-Wan's tongue thrust into her mouth, harder and faster. Both moaned loudly. She slipped her legs around the back of his and pulled his body closer. She could feel his hard erection against the inside of her thigh. His groin pressed against her and he rubbed himself harder and harder. They gasped through broken kisses before they couldn't kiss anymore, mouths gaping as the nearing climax twisted the tension in their bodies to mind-blowing levels. Obi-Wan's fingers suddenly picked up speed, in sync with his hips thrusting against her, the chains chiming in perfect rhythmic harmony. Overwhelmed, Raba spiraled over the edge of sensation, her cries erupting with her body. She panted hard, catching her elusive breath as she felt the warm wet rush against her thighs, Obi-Wan grunting deep in his throat. He shuddered with aftershocks then leaned forward, pushing Raba back against the table, the cool smooth surface chilling her overheated skin through her rumpled tunics. She reached back to shove the carved box out from under her as Obi-Wan released his weight fully, pressing her down and capturing her mouth again, soft and caressing. The moment hummed with perfection - sated, mindless pleasure, drowning in the tender kisses from a flawless mouth. It was almost ethereal, like being lost in another dimension, where a demi-god suckled her skin, telling her she's beautiful and time was of no consequence.
Well, almost no consequence.
Padawan!
Raba's eyes snapped open at the mental call of her master.
The Time!
She wasn't supposed to be gone this long. She was to make the delivery and hurry back for lessons, how long had it been? Raba jerked up, practically pushing Obi-Wan off her, the chains tingling with the sudden motion. He moved to the side, eyeing her with a puzzled expression, resting his hip against the table.
"I have to go." Her voice breathless as she fumbled with her trousers. She still trembled, adrenaline rushing through her, and couldn't fasten the ties tight enough to stay. Obi-Wan watched her for a moment, as she grew more and more frustrated, then batted her hands away to tie the laces for her. She released a sigh and closed her eyes for a moment to calm down. Obi-Wan finished and took a step back as Raba slid off the table, a resigned smile playing on his lips.
"Your master called you."
Raba nodded, smiling as well, apologetically. Obi-Wan rested his fists on his hips, enhancing the fall of the white flouncy shirt. Raba ached at the sight - she didn't ever want to go. His resigned smile became a full grin as he crossed his arms over his chest.
"You can come back and visit anytime you'd like, you know."
Raba dropped her head slightly, she knew she was blushing. Even after all that, she couldn't help but still feel shy around him.
"I know," she answered simply, then with a sudden wave a confidence, she snapped her head back up. "But I probably won't return," she said with all seeming seriousness.
Obi-Wan's arms dropped to his side, shocked displayed on his features. Then a quick mask of his own confidence fell into place. He re-crossed his arms and shifted to stand hip-shot out.
"You so sure?"
"Yes," she replied, jutting her chin out slightly, though a bit hesitant with her façade. She honestly didn't want to leave, yet here she was telling him it was doubtable she'd return? By his raised brow, she figured he probably didn't believe her anyway. Inching closer to door, a wide grin finally split her face. Obi-Wan's smile flashed wider upon seeing hers.
"Master Cir'dua probably will be keeping a tight rein on me after this and besides." She paused standing flush with the threshold. "I wouldn't want to make Master Qui-Gon jealous." She immediately stepped out into the hall; the door whooshing closed behind her. Pressing her ear against the door she could distinctly hear Obi-Wan's chuckled response.
"We're not fooling anybody."
Raba turned away from the quarters, her smile broad, lost in her thoughts. She could hardly believe what had just happened to her. The delectable Obi-Wan Kenobi had kissed her! Feh! He'd done a hell of a lot more than just that! She wasn't going to walk back to her quarters; she was going to float! A sharp gasp of a passerby pulled Raba back to the moment. She looked up to see another female Padawan staring, then she looked down at herself.
Disheveled, mussed, tousled, debauched.
The wet stain on her thigh completed the "well fucked" look effectively. She'd be hard-pressed to deny what she'd been up to and she had no idea what her master was going to think. Raba raised her gaze again to see that the Padawan was still staring at her, mouth agape. Raba lifted her chin and rested her hands on her waist, shifting to stand hip-shot out, just as Obi-Wan had done only moments before. With a pure Sithly glare, Raba smirked at the other Padawan.
"Jealous?"
The young girl's jaw snapped shut at that with an indignant huff before she turned on her heel and stomped off. Raba laughed both at the Padawan's reaction as well as her own newfound savvy. She wasn't about to let it go to waste. Raba threw back her shoulders and marched forward, she had a master to shock yet today as well.