Title:  Adventures in Dating
Author:  Dorotea Senjak
Disclaimer:  I don't own Obi or Anakin and I don't want Anakin.  So there.
Rating:  NC-17
Pairing:  O/F
Timeline:  During the Clone Wars, before Anakin turns
Summary:  Anakin sets up his Master with a pilot
Archive:  If you want it, you can have it.
Feedback:  If you so desire, DSenjak@aol.com or KenobisWench@aol.com
Author's Notes:  Thanks to Darry for the beta and The Campaign For Kenobi for
the inspiration.

Adventures in Dating 1

Obi-Wan sat at the table in his quarters reviewing the battle plans for what
he figured would be approximately the 105th time.  Suddenly the door hissed
open and his padawan came bursting into the room.

"Master," Anakin said, his eyes bright and his face far too eager for
Obi-Wan's comfort.

"Yes, padawan?"  Obi-Wan asked, having a bad feeling about this. 

"Do you have plans for tonight?"

Obi-Wan lifted his brow.  "Yes, reviewing the battle plans with Bail and
meditation."

"Wrong!"

Obi-Wan lifted his brow again, cocking his head to the side. "Why is that
wrong?"

"You have a date."

Obi-Wan sighed heavily and frowned at his padawan.  "No," he said flatly, his
tone leaving no room for argument.  "I do not have time for a 'date'."

Anakin made a face at his master.  "But, Master..." 

"Just because you have found romantic bliss, does not mean that everyone
around you..."

"It has nothing to do with that.  How long has it been since...you know,
since you've socialized with a woman?"

"I'm happy with things the way they are Anakin.  Aren't you supposed to be
leaving on a patrol flight?"

"You're only happy because you don't what you're missing," Anakin pushed,
determined that his Master would relax and enjoy himself, if it killed both
of them.

"I know what I'm missing, padawan," Obi-Wan said with a slight smirk. 
"You're going to be late and you haven't even changed into your flight
uniform yet, go." Obi-Wan said sternly, turning away from his padawan,
dismissing him.

"Yes, Master," Anakin said to his Master's back, thinking his Master must
have a good memory if he could still remember what he was missing, "but
you're going to have to explain it to her, she's going to be here in a few
minutes."

Obi-Wan spun around and leveled a glare on his padawan that would have made
Mace Windu shrink back.  Anakin just smirked. 

"What?"  Obi-Wan asked, slamming the data pad down on the table.

Just then the door buzzer sounded.  Anakin turned away from his Master's
stony glare and pushed the button for the door to open.

Obi-Wan stood and followed his padawan. "I am not going on a date with this
woman, get rid of her," Obi-Wan whispered angrily to Anakin as the door slid
open.

A woman of average height and build stood in the hallway.  She wore a pilot's
uniform and had short black hair.  She immediately smacked Anakin's chest. 
"They're waiting for you!" 

"Kam, this is --" Anakin started.

Kam hit Anakin again, harder this time.  "GO!" She shouted at him.  "Or
they're going to ground you!  I can introduce myself." 

Anakin bowed quickly to his Master, carefully avoiding eye contact and rushed
down the hall.

Obi-Wan wondered briefly if he should start smacking his padawan, it seemed
to bring about obedience, then he turned to the pilot, preparing excuses. 

She grinned at him and saluted.  "General Kenobi, it is an honor to meet you.
I'm Kam and you don't have to make up an excuse, I'll leave quietly."

Obi-Wan smiled apologetically.  "I'm sorry Kam, but I have a lot of work to
do, my padawan..."

Her eyes twinkled and she grinned.  "I said you didn't have to make up
excuses.  Anakin has been pestering me since I got on the ship that I just
"had" to meet you.  I didn't think you would be honestly interested, I just
agreed so he would leave me alone."

"Its not that I wouldn't be interested," Obi-Wan tried to explain.

"You're just don't have time." 

"Right, I don't have time."

"Do you eat?" 

"Of course, I eat..." his voice trailed off as he realized where she was
going with the question.  He gave her a half-grin.  "I thought you said you
would go quietly," he teased.

She laughed and Obi-Wan found himself unable to turn his gaze away from her
face.  Her blue eyes sparkled as she said, "I will, I will, I was just
showing you how pathetic that excuse was, so next time Anakin sets you up
you'll come up with something better."

He laughed, his eyes twinkling now.  'Damn,' he thought to himself.  'I like
her, not intimidated easily, bold, funny.  One dinner wouldn't hurt...No. 
The middle of a war was not a good time to get involved with someone.  Of
course, before the war my excuse was training Anakin.' 

He sighed heavily and Kam nodded, thinking she was being dismissed.  "I'll be
going now, Sir.  You work on those excuses, okay?"

"Yes, I will," he said as she threw him one last bright smile and started
down the hall.

Obi-Wan watched her figure disappear down the hall and stepped out, absently
following her, not even closing the door to his quarters. "Too young, too
time-consuming, too remarkable, too distracting...I have a war to win,"
Obi-Wan muttered under his breath, even as he followed her, his pace
increasing.

She suddenly stopped and spun around.  "General!" She said enthusiastically
as he almost plowed into her. 

"Uh, Kam," He stammered.  "I was just on my way to a meeting."

Her face suddenly turned serious.  "General Kenobi," she said.

"Yes?"

She leaned close to him, her mouth centimeters away from his ear, her warm
breath cascading across his skin, awakening feelings he had been repressing
for quite some time.  "General Kenobi," she whispered.  "You are a liar.  And
not even a good one."

She backed away, smirking, her eyes dancing with amusement. 

Obi-Wan cleared his throat.  "Well, from a certain point of view, it is the
truth, because here I am meeting you."

She arched a brow at him.  "Certain point of view?"  She laughed.

"Yes, would you like to dine with me tonight?"

"Hmm....I'm pretty busy."

"Do you eat?" He asked, hands on his hips, lopsided grin on his face.

Kam nodded.  "Yes, we can go to the Officer's Mess, but you might want to
close the door to your quarters."

"Huh?"  Obi-Wan said, turning around to see, that he had in fact left the
door wide open. 

Kam laughed softly as she put her hand on his arm.  Obi-Wan looked down at
her hand like it was a large Mandorlian butterfly...beautiful, but dangerous.
"The Absent-minded General, I'm flattered."

"I, uh, I knew it was open, I --"

Kam laughed, loudly as they walked down the corridor to the General's
quarters.  "Are all Jedi so miserable at lying?  No wonder you're not
involved with anyone!"

They reached the door and Obi-Wan pressed the code to lock it.  "Would you
like me to practice?"  He asked her with a grin.  "You're the sweetest, most
demure young lady I ever met," he said in his most sincere voice.

Kam smacked him in the chest.  "That's good!  Anakin was right, you do you
have a sense of humor.  Until I met him I thought all Jedi were serious and
boring.  But I must ask, can you read my mind?"

Obi-Wan shook his head.  "No, not exactly read your mind, just sense
emotions...feelings, things like that."

"So you don't know what I'm thinking right now?"

"No, I don't and I wouldn't try to 'read' your mind..."

Obi-Wan was interrupted by her lips meeting his in a soft, but not hesitant
kiss.  She backed away slowly, smiling at him.  "Good, I like to keep men
guessing," she said, grabbing his hand and leading him down the corridor
toward the mess hall.

"I don't doubt it," he said as he matched her long stride, wondering if he
should really be holding hands with a young female pilot he just met in
public view and if he should be worried about her apparent habit of smacking
men.  Well, he consoled himself, it had to be more interesting than listening
to Bail go into the intricacies of Senate politics. 

Adventures in Dating 2

General Kenobi and Kam sat at table in the corner of the Officer's mess.  Kam
was in the middle of a rather long diatribe,  "And then he said to me, 'I
don't want a wife who would rather fly into battle than be with me.'  So, I
said, 'Well, I don't want a husband who doesn't realize the Republic is worth
fighting for.'  He then went into a lengthy speech about how I wouldn't give
up flying even if there weren't a war and listed every other fault I have...I
talk too much, I'm loud, I'm brash, I'm opinionated...blah, blah, blah.  And
that was pretty much the end.  Three years, wasted.  The invitations had
already been sent out.  My mother still hasn't recovered.  Last time I went
home on leave, she still had my wedding dress hanging up in my bedroom."

"Ouch, that was rather cruel of her," Obi-Wan commented.  "And just for the
record, he was wrong.  Being loud, talking too much, being brash and
opinionated, those are not your faults, those are the reasons why we've had
dinner together every night for the last week."

Kam laughed and kissed his cheek.  "So, what are my faults then?"

Obi-Wan furrowed his brow.  "You don't have any," he said after a moment of
thought.  "Well, there is your habit of hitting men in the chest..."

Kam laughed again, smacking him in the chest. "Well, that's just fun. 
Anyway, your padawan usually deserves it."

"I know."  Obi-Wan said with a half-smile, his blue-green eyes scanning the
room.  "Does it seem to you that people are staring at us?"

"Good call, Jedi.  They do every time we're here.  You're hot gossip.  Making
me hot gossip by association.  Actually, I guess you could say 'we're' hot
gossip right now.  There is a pool on when we'll have sex.  I was pissed,
because they said I couldn't make a bet."

Obi-Wan considered this information for a moment. "When?"

"When, what?"

"When were you going to bet that we'd have sex?"  He asked, his eyes
twinkling mischievously.

Kam moved her hand under the table to his thigh, massaging upwards slowly.
"That's for me to know and you to find out," she teased as her hand lightly
brushed over his bulge. 

Obi-Wan cleared his throat.  "I don't think this is the proper place for
that," he said even as his hand discreetly slipped under the table and swept
up her legs, settling between them, stroking deliberately. 

Obi-Wan innocently took a bite of food as if nothing was happening.

"You seem so serious and proper, but I see now, it's all an act," Kam
whispered in his ear as she stroked, feeling him harden under her touch.

Obi-Wan chuckled.  "I think we will not be leaving here for a few minutes. 
Makes me miss my robes -- almost."

"I prefer the uniform myself.  Beige doesn't do a whole lot for me.  Are you
finally going to invite me back to your quarters?"  Kam asked, squirming
slightly as he continued to stroke her.

"Finally?  I just didn't want you to think I was assuming too much.  You're
not really the shy type, so I thought you would let me know when you were
ready."

Kam shook her head.  "I'm not a control freak, you can take charge once in a
while.  Anyway, it's not like I can invite you back to my quarters...I sleep
in the bunk on top of Anakin.  Surrounded by 18 other men.  Not a good place
for a liaison.  Unless you're into gang bangs."

Obi-Wan almost choked.  "No.  I prefer to have you all to myself."

"Good.  Let's get out of here and --"

"Hey, mind if I join you?"  Anakin asked, not waiting for a reply and sitting
down across from Obi-Wan and Kam.

"Yes," Kam said, smacking Anakin on the chest.  "I have to look at your smirk
often enough, anyway we're leaving," she said as she stood.

"Not quite yet," Obi-Wan said stiffly, pulling her hand for her to sit back
down.

Kam sat down, trying to hide a laugh behind her hand.  "Or perhaps we could
stay and chat a bit."

"Oh, don't stay on my account, Master," Anakin said with a gleam in his eyes,
taking a large bite of bread.

Obi-Wan rubbed his forehead.  "How is you day going, padawan?"

Kam's hand slithered back up Obi-Wan's hard thigh and he clamped his hand
down over hers, holding it tightly. 

"Not as well yours," Anakin said as he continued to shovel food in his mouth.

Kam smirked and then continued her earlier story, "Anyway, I blasted a few
holes in the wedding dress and felt much better.  Until the jerk married an
exotic dancer -- on the same day we were supposed to be married.  I'd like to
say I wish them both the best, but I don't.  I wish them slow, painful and
her case, disfiguring deaths."

Anakin laughed, loudly.  Kam smacked his chest, hard.  "How would you feel if
your betrothed married someone else on your wedding day?"

Obi-Wan leveled a reproachful glare at his padawan.

Anakin nodded sheepishly.  "I'm sorry, that was insensitive of me.  Hey, are
you going to eat that?"  He asked, pointing at their plates. 

"No, help yourself," Obi-Wan said standing, able to do so without
embarrassment now. "We're leaving."

Kam stood and then still holding Obi-Wan's hand she leaned over and whispered
something in Anakin's ear.  He grinned widely.

"Goodnight, Master.  Night Kam," Anakin said, before stuffing more food in
his mouth, piling their food on to his plate.

Obi-Wan and Kam walked out of the Officer's Mess and started down the
corridor.  "So, what did you tell Anakin before we left?"  Obi-Wan asked, his
curiosity getting the better of him.

Kam laughed and squeezed his hand. "That's for us to know and you to find out
later."

"Hmm...I think I'd rather know now."

Kam rolled her eyes.  "I told him to put his money on tonight." 

Obi-Wan raised a brow.  "Is that so?" 

"Yes."

"This is nice to know," Obi-Wan said dryly.  "But not knowledge my padawan
needs, he doesn't even gamble."

Kam laughed.  "Uh, sure, whatever you say."

Obi-Wan stopped and suddenly swung Kam around, backing her up against the 
wall, and kissed her hungrily.  She hooked her hands on his black leather
belt and returned the kiss just as fervently. 

They continued kissing, Obi-Wan closing the space between them, pressing his
hard body against hers.  Their tongues tangled madly, their passion rising
rapidly.

"General Kenobi?"  A voice rang out, echoing off the bare walls.

Obi-Wan moaned inwardly, slowly backing away from Kam, bringing his breathing
back to normal.  He turned his head toward Senator Bail Organa.  "Yes,
Senator?"  Obi-Wan asked as if he hadn't just been caught making out with a
pilot. 

"Oh, nothing I just wanted to make sure you remembered to come up for air,"
The tall, dark-haired Senator said with a slight smirk. 

"Thank you, Senator.  But I know what I'm doing."

Bail cocked his brows.  "Well, I know its been a long time since you've done
this, Kenobi, I just wanted to be helpful," he turned his attention to Kam. 
"Be gentle with him, he's out of practice.  You might want to take him some
place more private, also."

Obi-Wan groaned, telling himself it would be un-Jedi-like to use the Force to
push Bail on his ass.

Kam smiled sweetly, her face flushed and said, "Thanks for the advice.  I
think I can get him back in the saddle without too much pain for either of us
though." 

"In that case I'll leave you two to finish your public display of affection.
And place my money on tonight, approximately an hour from now, I'd say," Bail
said cheerfully as he turned and continued down the hall.

Obi-Wan groaned again and let his head fall into the wall.  "Well, wasn't
that embarrassing?"

Kam ran her hands up Obi-Wan's back, wrapping her arms snugly around him.  "I
wasn't embarrassed," she lied. 

Obi-Wan chuckled and bit her earlobe.  "He didn't scare you away did he?"

"Obviously not," she said, hugging him and kissing his chin.  "Don't worry, I
know that your Jedi sensibilities won't let you take revenge on him, but I
have no such standards
and I'm piloting his shuttle back to Coruscant tomorrow."

"Are you?"  Asked Obi-Wan.  "I'm sure you'll make it a nice, smooth flight
back for him."

"Oh, yes, don't fear.  It will be a shuttle flight he won't forget for a long
time," she smirked, before pressing soft kisses into his neck. 

Her soft mouth and her heated body pressing against his caused a soft moan to
escape from his mouth.  He nipped her earlobe again and whispered,  "Let's go
to my quarters."

"Thought you'd never ask," she said, as she released him and he took her
hand.  "I was afraid you were going to take me against the wall," she
laughed. "Maybe later?"

***********

Obi-Wan poured Kam a glass of Ale and handed it to her.  She drank it down in
one breath.  Obi-Wan raised his brows as he took a sip of his and refilled
her glass.

"All pilots know how to drink heavily.  They teach you in flight school."

"I'm impressed."

Kam laughed and put her glass down, then took his and put it down too.  She
stood and moved between his knees, putting her hands on his shoulders she
leaned over him, kissing the top of his head.  "I didn't come here to drink,
though."

"Hmmm..." he said, running his hands up and down her curves that her uniform
displayed quite nicely.  "What did you come here for, then?" he asked.

"To fuck you senseless."

Obi-Wan cocked a brow and grinned as his hand brushed under her breasts then
up to her zipper.  She moved to straddle his legs as he slowly began
unzipping her flight suit.  "Layers of clothing, is that really necessary?"
Obi-Wan complained upon seeing her undershirt.

"Not right now," she said as he continued unzipping and she shrugged out of
the top of the uniform.

"Then off it comes," Obi-Wan said his hands snaking under the tight shirt,
pushing it up as his rough palms traveled up her bare flesh.

Kam moaned, increasing in volume as his hands went over her breasts, sending
tingles and white heat throughout her body.  Her own hands moved to unfasten
the front of Obi-Wan's uniform, exposing his muscular chest.  Her hands swept
over his nipples, hardening them, his breathing becoming more labored as her
hand dipped lower, skimming over his well-defined abdomen.

He lowered his mouth to tease one of her breasts.  His tongue darted over the
hard nub, then circled it as his hand massaged the other breast.  He felt his
groin tighten more, his blood rushing to engorge his shaft.  He groaned then
sucked her nipple into his hot mouth as she shivered. 

As he energetically suckled on her breast, Kam tangled her hands through his
hair, writhing on his lap.  Obi-Wan alternated between her breasts, his hands
moving down to her rocking hips.  He wanted her so badly already, he ached
painfully.  It had been a very long time. 

Kam suddenly slid backwards, off his legs, standing shakily.  Obi-Wan leaned
back in the chair, his legs spread wide as he watched her slowly disrobe, his
eyes dark with lust.  Pulling off her boots, she then slid out of her
uniform, until she was standing in front of him wearing nothing but panties.

Obi-Wan's hand slipped down to unfasten his pants and free his erection, he
began stroking himself as she knelt between his legs.  She ran her hands
heavily up his thighs and kissed the back of his hand as is moved up and down
his shaft.  Then she pulled off his boots and stood again.

Obi-Wan released his cock and stood up.  He hooked his thumbs inside her
panties and ripped them off and slingshot them across the room.  Kam rapidly
removed his pants, then wrapped her fingers around his cock, moving her hand
up and down the shaft as their mouths crushed together in a passionate kiss. 
They worked their way toward the bed without parting and Kam pushed him back
onto it.

Obi-Wan stretched out, sliding backwards, pulling Kam with him as she
continued to kiss and stroke him.  She tore her mouth away from his and asked
in a breathless, urgent whisper, "Ready?" 

"Ngggggggggh," was the only response she got as Obi-Wan writhed beneath her.

Kam moved her hand off his cock and grasped his shoulders, moving her hips
forward to tease his shaft with her wetness.  "Does that mean yes?" 

Obi-Wan moaned again, grabbing her hips as he thrust his upwards, his cock
sliding inside of her.  He grunted as he she lowered her hips, pushing him
deeper inside, his fingers digging into her flesh and it took all his control
not to orgasm immediately at the pleasure he felt as she began to rock her
hips rhythmically, lowering herself so he could suck on her nipple as she
rode him. 

Their bodies slipped and slid against one another, their skin covered with a
light sheen of sweat.  Kam began to slam her body harder against Obi-Wan's,
craving all of him, wanting him to sink all the way into her.  Her breast
slipped out of his mouth as she moved hard and fast on top of him.  Kam
captured his mouth in a fierce kiss, their tongues matching the rhythm of
their hips.

She pounded her body against his with bruising force.  He met her thrusts
eagerly, wanting her as much as she wanted him.  His hand moved to stimulate
her clitoris as his wanger pushed against her sensitive muscles.  She moaned
with pleasure, ecstasy sweeping through her senses.

He felt her muscles contract around his shaft and thrust his hips upward hard
as his climax erupted.  His hands moved to grip her waist tightly as her body
was wracked with spasms.  His seed exploded inside of her as his head fell
back against the bed, loud moans escaping from deep within his chest.

Kam collapsed on top of him, stretching out her spent limbs.  Her face fell
onto his shoulder and he turned his head to kiss her sweaty cheek, wrapping
his arms around her.  "Thanks for being gentle," he whispered.

Kam laughed. "All I have to say is, if this is how good you are
out-of-practice, I can't wait to see what you can do after intensive
training."

Obi-Wan kissed her lips lightly.  "I can't wait to practice more."

Kam returned the kiss as Obi-Wan's hands caressed her body.  He rolled her
over onto her back and slid his hand between her legs, his fingers moving
deftly between her wet folds.  "You won't have to wait long," he assured her
with a cocky grin. 

Suddenly the ship alarms sounded and both their commlinks began beeping
urgently.  They both muttered curses.  Obi-Wan gave her a quick kiss.  "Duty
calls us."

"So much for basking in the afterglow.  Later?"

"Definitely," Obi-Wan assured her.