Disclaimers: Obi-Wan is George's. Lucky, lucky man. A'lira is mine. Lucky,
lucky woman.

Notes: "Wet-Obi" alert here. This comes from too many viewings of the 'bar
scene' and the 'wet-Obi' scenes from AOTC. Pure, plotless smut! Enjoy!

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A'lira was bored.

Bored, hot, and more sexually frustrated than she'd ever been in her life.

She knew it wouldn't be that hard to relieve that frustration, plenty of men
of every species had already tried to pick her up tonight. But none of them
appealed to her senses, her needs and desires at the moment. She had begun to
despair if any man ever would again.

Sighing, she threw back another drink, the burn of it now totally unnoticed
because her throat was numb from consuming several of them already.

She sighed as she ran the cool glass across her neck, letting a few water
droplets slide down into the valley between her breasts, evaporating before
they went further from the simple heat of her skin.

Gods she needed a man!

Cursing, she motioned for another drink, her eyes sweeping around the bar one
more time in hopes someone, anyone, might catch her fancy.

Her gaze suddenly locked on the tall figure that had just pushed through the
bar doors. It was pouring outside, so it was no surprise the man standing
there was completely drenched.

She watched curiously as he pushed back the hood of his dark cloak, and felt
her heart suddenly stop for an instant as she took in the fact that she was
now staring at the most beautiful man she'd ever seen in her life.

Even soaked to the bone, his long hair plastered to his head, droplets still
sparkling in the short beard he sported, he took her breath away.

She swallowed hard as she watched him move towards the bar, noting the eyes
of many other females followed his progress as well. There was just something
about him, his presence, the sheer sexiness of his stride, the tight black
pants that clung to well toned hips and thighs, and the black shirt now
plastered to his chest, showing off an impressive chest and a pair of muscled
arms visible through the part of his cloak.

Dear Gods the man oozed sexuality.

A'lira found herself unable to look away as he took a seat several spaces
down from her and motioned for the bartender. She watched as he ordered the
same drink she had, taking off his cloak and settling more comfortably into
the seat.

She sighed as the move caused the muscles in his back and shoulders to
ripple, showcased nicely by the way the damp shirt clung to his skin. She
swallowed hard as she watched him undo the top button of his shirt, revealing
a tantalizing glimpse of brown skin and a sprinkling of chest hair.

Feeling her internal body temperature skyrocket, she gulped down the rest of
her drink, and motioned for another, barely able to drag her eyes away from
the man. She frowned as someone jostled her arm, and turned to find a large
man with a leering grin staring at her.

"Wanna danch?" he slurred, the smell of alcohol on his breath nearly
overpowering her.

"No thanks," she managed, turning away in hopes he would leave and respect
her wishes.

"Come on, you know you wanna dance, a hot little number like you shouldn't be
sitting alone," he rumbled, leaning over to put his arm around her waist.

Sighing, she turned to face him, her eyes turning a steely gray as she pushed
his arm away.

"I said no thanks, now kindly let me go," she managed through clenched teeth,
starting to get annoyed.

"I don't think so, come on baby, how's about a kish," he slurred again,
leaning in and aiming for her lips.

Groaning in frustration, she used all her strength to shove him away, anger
building at the ire that suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"If you don't leave me alone, I'm going to have to get violent," she spat,
eyes on fire as she clenched her hands into fists.

"Li'l thing like you? I don't think so, you know you want it," he leered,
advancing again.

A'lira was just about to swing when a low voice suddenly spoke from behind
her.

"You WILL leave this woman alone," it intoned as she turned to see who was
speaking.

Her breath stopped as she noted the man she'd been staring at earlier was now
standing by her side, wearing a calm, yet firm expression as he stared down
her annoying suitor. She wondered if his words would have any effect, since
the man seemed to not know how to take 'no' for an answer.

To her shock, she saw the man's eyes suddenly go foggy.

"I will leave this woman alone," he intoned, causing A'lira's jaw to drop
nearly to the floor. Turning a stunned gaze to her savior, she was surprised
to see a slight smile on those full lips.

"You will leave this bar and learn to treat women better," the stranger
spoke, his eyes never wavering from his prey.

"I will leave this bar and learn to treat women better," the man replied,
turning and making his way from the room without another word.

A'lira watched him go, her mind trying to absorb what had just happened. Had
this man used some form of mind control? It seemed hard to believe, though it
was not unheard of, but still, it was disconcerting.

"Don't ask, you don't want to know," the stranger replied, seeming to read
her mind as a smile appeared on his face.

The man's smile could light up a completely dark room for hours. And now that
it was aimed at her, she wondered only if she could remain standing in the
glare.

She felt foolish as she saw the smile widen, realizing she must look a fool
standing there gawking at him. Finally managing to recover, she smiled back
and motioned to the seat next to her.

"Well, seems the only way I can think of to thank you is to buy you a drink,"
she offered, seeing his eyes spark and his smile widen.

"I can think of many more pleasant ways to repay me, but a drink will do for
the moment," he murmured in a low voice that sent shivers down her spine.

She swallowed hard, wondering if she were reading him right. Pushing her
arousing thoughts to the back of her mind, she slid back onto her seat,
noting he settled himself right beside her, their arms nearly touching.

His shirt was still damp, and now that he was next to her, she could see it
clung very nicely to the muscles of his arms. Arms how she immediately
wondered would feel wrapped around her, pressing her to that lovely chest she
was now in a wonderful position to observe.

"What are you drinking?" he asked in a low voice, the words seeming to flow
over her body like warm rain. She found it difficult to speak with his
beautiful eyes, a strange mix of bluish-green that she'd never seen before,
locked on her face.

"Um, whatever he's pouring," she finally managed as the bartender reached
them with a smile. The stranger motioned for two of the drinks before turning
so his gaze once more met hers.

"So, since I just rescued you from a fate worse than death, I believe the
least you could do is tell me your name," he murmured with a wry smile that
took her breath away.

"A'lira," she managed, holding out her hand. "And while I appreciate the
help, I could have taken care of him myself," she tacked on as an
afterthought.

"Obi-Wan. And I figured you could handle him, but it proved a good excuse for
me to introduce myself," he replied candidly, grasping her hand in a tight
grip.

She felt a tingle flow up her arm as their skin met, his palm rough against
her softer skin, his grip strong and firm, and perhaps, lingering just a bit
too long for a new acquaintance.

Not that she was complaining. Besides the man had admitted he'd wanted to
meet her.

Definitely a promising start.

"So Obi-Wan," she replied breathlessly when he'd released her hand, letting
his fingers brush along her palm as he withdrew. "What brings you to this
gods forsaken planet?"

She knew it was probably a stupid question, but she was struggling to find
anything to say, so he wouldn't think her rude if she continued to stare at
him. The man was really too attractive for his own good, radiating a
sexuality that nearly screamed for it to be unleashed.

Gods how she wouldn't like to be the one to unleash it!

She felt a blush rise in her cheeks as she saw his eyes begin to sparkle with
a mix of laughter and something else. Something deeper, darker, that sent a
shiver of anticipation down her spine.

"Actually, I am here on business, which, I am happy to say, I have just
concluded," he replied, smiling and tipping the bartender several credits as
their drinks were placed before them.

"So you're out for pleasure then, now that the work is done?" she asked,
knowing it probably wasn't extremely subtle, but somehow, not really caring.

Obi-Wan's laughter made her knees weak as it washed over her like a
waterfall.

Dear gods, was there nothing about this man that didn't turn her on?

"You could say that," was all he replied, sending her another cryptic, heated
smile.

Gulping, she reached for her drink, nearly downing it in three swallows. She
sighed as she felt the alcohol speed through her body, heightening the
already lovely buzz she had going from her earlier drinks, and now the
presence of this man beside her.

"So, what kind of pleasure are you looking for?" she managed, trying not to
start in surprise as his hand suddenly captured hers and his thumb began
stroking the inside of her palm.

Again, that laughter that made her think extremely bad thoughts about what
she wanted to do to him, right there and then.

"Pleasure that I can only dream of," he whispered, his eyes suddenly seeming
to go far off for a moment, before refocusing on her, this time, filled with
an unabashed desire. "Pleasure I strongly suspect you could provide," he
finished, his hand moving over her palm with long, flowing strokes as he
gazed into her eyes.

A'lira swallowed hard, knowing he was making an invitation in his own strange
way. The question was, should she accept it? This was a virtual stranger
after all, one she might never see again. The thrill of the idea sent a
shiver down her spine.

She was no stranger to one-night stands, although she did not indulge in them
often. But when she did, she was usually not disappointed. She enjoyed sex,
and liked having partners who enjoyed it. Something told her that this
handsome stranger would more than deliver on both counts.

One look into those smoldering eyes was all it took to find her answer.

"Dance with me Obi-Wan," she offered, twisting her palm so their fingers
entwined as she rose from her seat, pulling him with her. She smiled when he
simply nodded and offered no resistance, simply tightening his fingers around
hers as she led him to the dance floor.

She smiled to herself as she noted the music had switched from a techno beat
so popular in these types of clubs, to something slower, yet just as pulse
pounding and blood stirring as she'd ever heard.

The perfect music for a seduction.

Because that was what she intended to do to this seemingly willing man. She
was going to seduce him, in the middle of a crowded dance floor, without a
regret in sight. She owed herself this, and she had a feeling her new
companion would not object.

Smiling to herself, she found a semi clear spot and turned to face him,
gasping as he suddenly slid one of his arms around her waist, the other
moving to her neck, pulling her tightly against his body.

She couldn't hold in her sharp gasp as her breasts pressed snugly against his
chest, his shirt still damp, but not enough to transfer any moisture. Even
through her thin shirt and his billowy one, she could feel the heat coming
off of him in waves.

Sighing, she adjusted her body so one leg was pressed between his, wrapping
the other around his thigh as he dipped her back over his arm in time with
the music.

She smiled as she felt something hard against her leg. The smile turned
confused as she realized it wasn't what she thought it was, as it jabbed
against her thigh. Looking down, she felt her gaze lock on the long, silver
cylinder he wore at his side.

A lightsaber.

Suddenly, it all became clear.

"You're a Jedi?" she asked, surprised at the revelation, but realizing it
explained several things, including the probable mind control of earlier.

Obi-Wan smiled and shrugged.

"On better days," he offered with sigh, repositioning his weapon and pulling
her close again.

A'lira smiled and wrapped her arms tighter around his neck as she arched
against him.

"I hope this is one of them," she whispered in reply as his rich laughter
again rolled over her ear, making her shiver and press closer.

"It's definitely up there, and climbing fast," he teased, letting his lips
brush against her earlobe.

She sighed and closed her eyes, letting her body move in time with his,
pressed so close she couldn't tell where he began and she ended. The arousal
that had been simmering on a slow burn all night was slowly being fanned into
a flame as she felt his hands slide to her lower back, stroking gently
beneath the material of her top.

The feel of his skin was electrifying against hers, drawing a small,
breathless moan as she buried her head against his neck, letting her lips
begin to roam along the heated flesh of his collarbone. She figured turn
about was fair play.

Obi-Wan's stifled moan made her grin against him in triumph as she let her
mouth roam over his skin, delighting in the slight stubble of his beard as it
rubbed against her lips. She gasped as he suddenly bent her back in a dip,
the move causing his thigh to press tightly against her now heated center.

"You like dancing?" he murmured as he pulled her up and into him, his lips
brushing over her cheek, planting baby kisses against the soft skin.

A'lira moaned as she steered his lips towards hers, knowing at this moment,
the only thing she needed was to finally feel those lips against hers.

"Only when it's with the right person," she murmured, just before his lips
claimed hers.

She moaned at the sensations that swamped her body as their lips met. A
powerful desire unlike any she'd ever felt swept over her body as she felt
him open his lips to her, his tongue reaching to duel with hers,
participating, it seemed, fully in this delightful action.

She shivered as he moaned against her mouth, plundering it now, taking and
claiming her lips as if they had always been his. She twisted her fingers in
his still slightly damp hair, making it easier to grab and hold onto him
while her nails raked up and down his neck.

Obi-Wan's groan at the motion encouraged her to do it again, letting her
nails run from his scalp, across his shoulders and down to the small of his
back. He felt so strong and hard against her fingertips, the scent of him,
something uniquely male mixed with fresh rain, surrounded her, making her
mouth water and her body tremble.

With a nearly inaudible groan, she pressed herself even closer to him,
deepening the kiss even as she rubbed herself against him. She heard him
growl deep in his throat, and pulled back long enough to see a blue flame had
lit up his eyes.

"You do know you're playing with fire," he growled, his eyes aflame as his
hands roamed down her back, reaching to cup the soft globes of her backside
as he brought her hard against him again.

"Then let it burn," she whispered, drawing his lips back to hers for a
ravenous kiss.

From that moment on, any and all control was lost.

They moved against each other frantically, lips meeting again and again in
bruising, passionate kisses that left them both breathless. A'lira thanked
the gods that the lighting in the club was so dim, she could barely make out
the people next her, which was a good thing, since Obi-Wan's hands had slid
completely under her top, climbing over the skin of her stomach and were now
stroking the fullness of her breasts.

She moaned and pressed herself deeper into his hands, her own not idle as
they slid underneath the billowy shirt he wore and began to roam over the
heated flesh of his lower back and stomach.

"Beautiful, I knew you'd be this responsive," he husked against her skin as
his lips moved to her neck, planting heated, open-mouthed kisses against the
soft flesh, his hands continuing to knead and stroke her breasts.

All A'lira could do was moan, unable to form any coherent words as his
fingers and lips worked magic on her hypersensitive body. She arched herself
harder against his thighs, now able to clearly feel his desire for her,
strong and rampant, pressing against her hip.

Needing more, she let her hands slide south, delighting in his moan as she
cupped his hardness through the material now stretched tautly against his
arousal. She began to run her fingers lightly against him, as he arched into
her hand, his moans a little louder against her ear.

"Someone's a little excited," she managed, knowing it was probably not the
best time to tease him, but unable to hold back the words. She always took
delight in the power she knew she held when she could bring a man to this
state.

"You sure you want to go there?" he growled back, pulling his head back far
enough to look deep into her eyes.

A'lira felt a slight shiver as she noted the intense white heat that coursed
through her body at the look in his eyes and the tone of his voice.

She didn't answer in words.

Instead, she squeezed his hardness as she yanked his lips back down to hers,
pouring all her desire into the kiss, feeling him shudder against her.

Before she could revel in the knowledge she had brought him to this intense
state of arousal, she felt her world shatter as his hands, somehow without
her notice, slid underneath her skirt and cupped her heated center.

She moaned loudly against his ear as he began to torture her like she had
him. She was frantically moving her hips against his hands, uncaring of the
fact they were in the middle of a dance floor, surrounded by hundreds of
people. All she could feel was his heat, his warmth, and the desire flooding
over her system as he stroked her higher and higher.

"Obi-Wan," she moaned, gasping his name as his fingers slid beneath the final
piece of material separating them. She whimpered as he began to move his
fingers against her, stroking and twisting, somehow managing to hit that
perfect spot, making her legs nearly give out as sensation washed over her.

But even that wasn't enough.

Somehow, through the waves of sensation swamping her, she managed to get the
zipper of his pants down, and heard his harsh groan as she suddenly held his
hot flesh tightly in her hand, stroking and pressing against him as he cursed
quietly in her ear.

"A'lira," he growled, his fingers withdrawing from her as both his hands
suddenly clamped around her waist, pulling their bodies into alignment.

"Obi-Wan," she replied, nearly frantic as she felt him press against her,
wanting him more than she ever had anyone in her life. She looked deep into
his eyes, willing him to see how much she wanted him, wanted this.

He must have understood because before she could do more than moan, he'd
thrust forward and joined them together. Her cry was mingled with his, both
lost in the pulse pounding music as they began to move.

A'lira knew she should be shocked, after all, they were surrounded by people.
But she didn't care. All she could feel was him, buried deep inside her,
bringing her closer and closer to the peak with each thrust. She clung to him
for balance, trusting him to keep them upright, even though she could barely
think straight through the pleasure he was bringing her.

She could feel her body building to the peak, spurred on by the fact that
anyone who looked closely at them would easily be able to see what they were
doing. It added a sharpness to the desire that only served to send her higher
faster.

"Obi-Wan," she moaned as she felt her body reach the breaking point.

"A'lira," he moaned, opening his eyes to stare deeply into hers as with one
last thrust, he sent them both over the edge.

She closed her eyes, moaning and shaking as the waves crashed over her, again
and again, buffeting her body like a storm. She could feel him trembling
against her, feel his body relax, sinking into hers as their breathing began
to slow.

When she finally thought she could breathe normally again, she managed to
lift her head just enough to see the wonderment in his eyes.

"Now that was what I call a dance," he whispered, his eyes sparkling as he
leaned down to kiss her again, this time, slow and deep, serving only to
spark the embers in her body.

Sighing, she pulled back for air, separating them slightly as she
straightened her clothing, noting he did the same to his. When they were both
presentable again, he pulled her back into his arms and began to sway with
her to the soft music that now surrounded them.

A'lira sighed, wishing this night never had to end, wondering if he would
simply walk out of the club, satisfied, never to return.

"I'm only walking out of here tonight if you're with me," he whispered
against her ear.

She jolted, pulling back to look at him, remembering that Jedi could read
minds. And he obviously had no desire to stop reading hers. This could be
interesting.

"Well then, why don't we get out of here and take this some place a little
more private," she whispered against his ear, letting her mind fill with
visions of just exactly what she wanted to do to him when she got him alone.

And she had decided some of those fantasies definitely must involve water.

His low groan as he grabbed her wrist and headed for the bar to retrieve
their things was all the answer she needed.

Smiling, she let him lead her from the club, anticipating the night to come.

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The End