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After the Party

By PaRu (PaRuJinn@marajade.net)

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Rating: NC-17

Synopsis: This story delves a bit into an incident mentioned in my story, "The Gift" which can be found in the Corellian Archives. Luc-Da Jinn remembers her first time with Obi-Wan as Luke remembers the great man that he knew.

Luc-Da sipped at the expensive Corellian wine as she sat with her daughter, Mara, Mara’s fiancée, Luke, Han and Leia and listened to Han Solo regale her with the story about how he, Chewbacca, Leia, and Luke had gotten trapped in the garbage masher on the first Death Star.

"There was more than one?" she gasped.

"Only two and the Rebellion destroyed them both," Leia pointed out.

"But that would be another story," Han said. "We would not be sitting here together if it hadn’t been for that old fossil..."

"Ben was a great man," Luke said in a tone than told Luc-Da that they were both joking in their argument but not with the fact that Ben Kenobi was a great man.

"He was indeed a great man," Luc-Da agreed. "But he was a man who had had the greatness thrust upon them." She paused. "And a damn sexy one at that."

Leia and Han began laughing while Luke only looked at Luc-Da incredulously. Mara tried not to laugh but was not as successful as she had hoped.

"I’m sorry," Luke said as he gave into a fit of laughter himself. "But I just can’t think of him that way."

"Of course you can’t," Luc-Da replied. "You were his student and his friend." She paused to take a sip of her wine. "Now, how about you finish your story, Han."

Han cheerfully described the slide into the garbage masher. Luc-Da listened with enough of her mind to be able to answer questions but the rest of it took her back to a time before the existence of Empire and these wonderful young people.

Obi-Wan escorted her from Amidala’s birthday party, which was rapidly breaking up after Amidala’s departure, and back to her room. Anakin was probably already asleep in the room that he shared with Obi-Wan next door to Luc-Da’s room and he insisted that he should check on the boy when she asked him in. She didn’t know f he would actually return, so she undressed, unwound her braids from the pile on her head and pulled her thin gauzy nightgown over her naked body, the wide collar hanging off of one bare shoulder. She turned and admired the bed, an elegantly carved four poster that stood over her head and had curtains that could be drawn around it. The knock on the door interrupted her reverie and she turned. She knew who it was so she used the Force to open the door.

Obi-Wan stood there in a simple tunic and pair of cotton pants that tied at the waist. His feet were bare and he looked at her in a manner different than how he had ever looked at her before.

Luc-Da was unsure as to what she wanted from this man, but when he stepped into the room and closed the door behind him her nervousness vanished. Tonight a man of action and not words, he came forward quickly and without a word took her in his arms and kissed her deeply. Her back pressed against one of the posters, her hands clutching the silk curtains in an effort to keep herself from falling. His mind touched hers and they mingled together in a passion that could not be surpassed or described.

When he pulled away, she found herself disappointed. That emotion was short lived when he knelt before her and began to explore her feet with deft fingers. Slowly, his hands moved up her leg under her nightgown, lifting it as he explored. When the hands reached her knees, he stopped to kiss them, sending shivers up her spine. After that, his hands ran up the backs of her thighs as his lips tasted the fronts of them.

He reached her buttocks and lifted the gown to her waist. As his lips tasted her and his hands touched her, her hands clutched the curtains and poster behind her as she willed herself to breathe. One finger stroked against the rising heat there and the wetness of his tongue only made her want to cry out. His mouth sucked at the sensitive flesh causing ripples of pleasure to flow over his mind in waves. He spent several minutes making her crazy, his tongue and fingers flicking across surfaces that she hadn’t known could make her feel these things. Finally, with her gasping for breath, he moved his mouth upward once again but left his fingers touching the sensitive spots in the mass of dark curls between her legs.

Next he stopped at her bellybutton. The gentle ministrations he gave to her belly along with the fingers still buried deep between her legs made her moan. She could feel his smile against her skin and she sighed to know he was enjoying it as much as he was.

His hand left her crotch and traveled upwards, joining the other and bringing the gown and his lips with them until he reached her full breasts. He had barely touched them when Luc-Da felt her nipples harden. She sighed again as his mouth came down on the hard peak of one. His tongue flicked across it as his fingers gently stroked the other nipple. Gently he sucked until she moaned with the pleasure. His tongue created a trail between the nipples as he switched breasts, now sucking and stroking the opposite nipples. Her moan was his signal to move on and find other areas of pleasure.

He untangled her hands from the curtains and lifted her arms over her head to pulled the gown over it then lowered his head to kiss and suck at her neck. He tossed the gown aside as he slowly moved his way up her neck and past her chin to her face where his lips claimed hers once more.

Wanting to return the pleasure he had given her, she tried to push him away to return his ministrations. He pulled her back against him, refusing to allow her to.

"Tonight is about you," he whispered as he stroked her body. "Not me."

Their lips met once again and Luc-Da calmed to let things happen as they may. Her hands moved to the fasteners on his tunic and soon it was on the floor next to her nightgown. Her hands explored his chest until they found the waistband of his trousers and she pulled at the tie that held them up. With the waist loosened, she slid her hands inside to touch his maleness. He gasped against her lips as she stroked the length of it with both hands. She pushed the trousers down until they fell of their own accord and pooled around his ankles. He took his feet out of them and kicked them aside as her hands moved back to his heat. She stroked him until he pressed against her and pulled her arms around him.

Their lips locked in an inseparable touch. Luc-Da could feel the growing need against her leg and wrapped both of them around him. The growing hardness of it between her legs made her temperature rise. He carried her a short distance and repositioned himself before falling into the bed on top of Luc-Da.

His first thrust came quickly and unexpectedly and she moaned from the pleasure of it. Softly she called his name then fell into the rhythm with him as he moved quickly against her. They moved flesh against flesh and mind against mind, holding back as long as they could until, miraculously, they climaxed at the same time.

Coming down from the high, Obi-Wan put his forehead against hers and looked into her green eyes. "I love you," he said softly then kissed her lips ever so gently.

The words caused an ache inside Luc-Da that she could not explain but she returned the emotion and quickly told him so. "I love you, too."

He stroked her face. "What do we do now?" he asked softly.

"I haven’t the foggiest notion," was her reply.

"Then how about we just do it again?" he said.

"How about we do it until we are both so tired that we fall asleep in each other’s arms?" was her reply.

Obi-Wan smiled. "Sounds like a plan to me," he said then kissed her thoroughly.

Luke snapped his fingers in front of Luc-Da’s face. "You awake?"

She jerked as if she had been asleep. "I’m fine," she replied.

"You had this kind of far away look," Han put in from over Luke’s shoulder. "I wasn’t sure you were listening."

"You were at the point where the walls started to close in on you and you were trying to brace it with the garbage," Luc-Da said. When they looked at her in surprise, she went on. "I am really good at splitting my attention."

Before allowing Han to go on with the story, Luke had a question for her. "What was the other half of your mind thinking about?"

Luc-Da smiled before answering. "A young Ben Kenobi who was brash and unexpected and very passionate."

"That must have been *some* memory," Han commented.

"It was," Luc-Da replied.