Title: "Eyes Like Twins" (Wilson Phillips song, one of my other faves..)
Author: Sami (DestinyRage@AOL.com)
Rating: R, not really NC-17 (But not used to the system yet.. still
learnin')
Characters: Queen Arshea and Obi-Wan
Category: Romance
Disclaimer: No moneies for me, cause de ain’t mine.. only Arshea is.. and her
guardians.. ^_^
Summary: Just after Episode I ends, Obi-Wan goes for a walk to help mourn the
loss of his Master, and runs into Arshea...
Spoiler: If you haven't seen Ep. I.. you might not want to read this.. very
small spoil, I suppose.. O.o?

Obi-Wan Kenobi stood at the window of his quarters in the palace of
Theed, his arms crossed defiantly over his chest. He stared at the stars,
much like his master had done, but now his master was gone... Obi-Wan felt
lost. A rebel without cause in some respects. The young jedi master’s arms
tightened at the memory Qui-Gon’s defeat, as it ran through his thoughts.
Forcing back the anger that increased steadily in his heart, Obi-Wan decided
to go for a walk. He drew up his hood as he made is way from his rooms to the
gardens. The fragrant smell of the air greeted him when he entered, a figure
in the shadows caught Obi-Wan’s attention. Queen Arshea sat on the edge of a
fountain, gliding her fingers upon the surface of the water. The moonlight
accented her face and hair, while deep blue orbs stared at the ripples as
though they were telling her something. The sky blue silken gown clung to her
body tightly, and revealed the soft skin of the queen’s back, and shoulders.
Trailing upon the ground, the gown made the woman appear almost a mermaid,
showing herself to the world around her. Obi-Wan began to turn, not wanting
to disturb her, but stepped into the moon’s light to approach her.

“Could not sleep, Your Majesty?” He asked, being drawn toward the
fountain, pulling down his hood. The queen shifted her gaze from the shallow
water toward him, and smiled.

“Not really, my thoughts would not stray from your master.” She
straightened her back, and rotated to face him. Her neckline plunged ever-so
revealing the lush cleavage of her breasts and a bit of her stomach. Obi-Wan
managed to keep his eyes on hers, having been used to seeing such outfits
worn by her. “How are you faring, Obi-Wan?” Her voice was calming, almost
relieving. Obi-Wan was thankful that she didn’t apologize and sympathize like
everyone else. She merely handled her own loss, in her own fashion.

“I miss him,” He stated plainly, putting his hands in his sleeves. “I
only wish I could be half the Jedi he was.”

“You will be. Actually I feel you’ll be greater than he was, Obi-Wan. In
time, of course..” Arshea focused on him, smiling a bit brighter than before,
her red lips pursing together, making her face soft. “You have a very
promising padawan, is that not a relief?”

“No, I would have preferred to wait for the time when I was ready to take
on a padawan. However, my master wished for me to take Anakin as my
apprentice, and therefore I did.” The jedi became slightly defensive and
sighed, attempting to relax. Tenderly, Arshea reached up and placed her hand
on Obi-Wan’s arm, searching his eyes with care.Obi-Wan resisted the urge to
pull his arm away for every time she touched him, even in the slightest of
ways, it was too comforting. She stood elegantly, not putting any leverage
upon Obi-Wan’s arm, but using her own grace to straighten her body to its
lengthy, slender form.

“I understand your pain, Obi-Wan. I can not directly relate to it, but
understand it.” Her voice was heavy with compassion, as her hand gently
squeezed his arm. Obi-Wan had laid his over hers, having not considered the
action before doing it. They were satiny, delicate and yet covered with
memories of mistakes and battles. Arshea took a step closer to him, adjusting
her hand to link their fingers, the attraction luring them closer and closer.
Obi-Wan inhaled deeply taking in her perfume of exotic flowers, he squeezed
her fingers, feeling her pull nearer to him. The very fiber of his
consciousness screamed for him to back away and leave, but his emotions kept
him frozen in his place. He cared for Arshea, and he had seen the friendship
she had with his master. Envious of that, he wanted more than his master had
with her, more than anyone had. The jedi released Arshea’s hand, relocating
it upon her cheek as he stared into her eyes. He was lost in their emotions,
drowning in the very comfort that they were providing him.

“Obi-Wan,” She whispered, her lips close to his own.

“I know,” He replied, placing his lips upon hers, tasting their
sweetness. His hand caressed the flesh of her cheek prior to sliding down her
neck, clutching her arms, and pressing their bodies together. Wrapping her
arms around him, she felt his heart pound heavily against her chest as she
positioned her hands flat upon his back. Obi-Wan continued the tender kisses,
drawing his every breath from her, making Arshea feel dizzy and light-headed.
His lips had taken hers in, as there was no end to one and no beginning of
the other. She shivered uncontrollably under his strength and touch, her body
trembling against his. Parting their lips, he stared into her eyes yet again
before pulling away, only to lead her out of the garden, and back into the
palace.

Arshea closed her eyes, entrusting him to take her to where ever they
were headed. She stopped and he released her hand, allowing it to fall to her
side. Her eyes fluttered open, to find them in Obi-Wan’s quarters and he
perched a few feet away, regarding her like a piece of art in a museum. She
glided out of her stance and up to him, her hands outstretched before her.
Making contact with his chest, she slipped her fingers under his cloak
working it off his shoulders until it fell from his body onto the floor.
Obi-Wan’s hands drifted from her arms to her waist, easing her closer. Her
fingers made their way to the belt that held his robes closed, it yielded to
her will and loosened, revealing his muscular chest. Obi-Wan set his hands on
her back, kneading the skin soothingly, before lifting the small straps of
her gown and releasing them to fall down her arms. Arshea enveloped Obi-Wan
in an embrace, pressing bare flesh together, her breath catching in her
throat. The jedi shed the robes and inched his way to the bed, resting the
woman attentively onto its surface.His boots slid off as he stared into her
eyes, feeling light-headed like she had. Rough, callused hands brushed over
her sides, shifting the gown from her body; letting it lie upon the floor.
Her body was completely uncovered as she stared up at him, an outstretched
hand beckoning to him. Rubbing his cheek on its palm, Obi-Wan positioned
himself over her, tasting her lips tenderly, resettling his hand at the back
of her neck. The queen’s arms intertwined themselves around his neck as they
lay there; body against body, and heart against heart. Lifting her
effortlessly, he repositioned her on the bed, pressing her carefully with the
weight of his body. Nuzzling her, Obi-Wan breathed her in, this time the sce
nt was more intoxicating than before. Arshea planted delicate kisses upon
Obi-Wan’s neck, as one arm wrapped itself around her and the other allowed
the hand to cup her breast tenderly. A breathed moan escaped past her lips,
as her head dropped back against the bed, her back arching under his touch.
If to answer the low sound, Obi-Wan massaged the breast, paying careful
attention to the raised nipple. Her legs rubbed themselves against him,
urging him on. Arshea’s hands squeezed his shoulders before drifting down his
back, and sliding her fingers under the edge of his breeches. Levering, he
maneuvered the breeches off of his body and laid himself down upon her
pressing his erect member against her.

“Obi-Wan...”She stared into his eyes, her tongue emerging from between
her lips to moisten his. Enclosing her mouth with his own, he shifted
minutely and entered her, pushing himself completely inside her. Ever muscle
tensed and her hands squeezed his back, as pleasure and pain became one.
Arshea enfolded him with her legs, closing them around his waist.Obi-Wan
started a rhythm, pumping steadily, as he continued to kiss her passionately.
Breaking the kiss, the queen arched her back, moaning softly with each pump.
His hands moved to smooth over the skin of her buttocks, thighs and stomach.
Biting her lip, she attempted to keep quiet as the rhythm quickened. Her
hands slid from his shoulders to run her nails over his chest, making him
growl under his breath. She smiled up at him softly, her eyes dancing with
pleasure and excitement. So not to lose his concentration, Obi-Wan closed his
own eyes, not wanting to fall completely under her spell.Though the two were
both far gone, immersed in the pleasure that made them forget everything
about their reality. Lightly, Arshea touched his neck, drawing him down as
she kissed him sweetly. Suddenly, she gasped as fire shot through her, a
warning that the climax of it all was near. Obi-Wan stepped up the pace once
more, growling deeper than before as he bit her neck sensually. The tension
built to the breaking point as finally she felt she would be torn a part.
Obi-Wan moaned against her neck, ever muscle stretched while he released
inside her. In the end, the climax hit hard and fast, making her moan between
gritted teeth.

Black. Everything was dark and dim, but it didn’t matter. They were
together, and the world was light years away. What more could they have
wanted then each other in their time of sadness and hopelessness. Change is
inevitable, and this was just another of those changes. Arshea some how
managed to open her eyes, finding that the two had moved under the cover of
blankets, and her cheek was pressed against Obi-Wan’s chest. The wind crept
through the windows as the sun pulled itself up over the horizon. She took in
a deep breath with the remaining strength she had, and released it never
before having felt as complete as she did at that moment. Moving her hand,
she rested it beside her face upon Obi-Wan’s chest. He slept soundly, only to
be rudely awaken in a few hours to the realization that reality did not
vanish. Queen Arshea shut her eyes, and denied reality’s will to conquer the
moment. They were together then.... and then is all that mattered.

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