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It was the eyes, Lesith thought as she finished her shake. Anakin wasn't
conventionally handsome, but when he looked at her with those intense dark
eyes she felt a shiver of attraction. Well, that and the charming innocence.

They had known each other off and on for several years now. The daughter of
a senator, Lesith was taking some classes at the Temple. Often non-Jedi
attended classes dealing with issues outside of specialized Jedi learning.
She had first run into Anakin in a diplomatic class; they had been partners
assigned to deal with various practice scenarios. As they diffused pretend
wars and negotiated imaginary treaties Lesith appreciated his intense focus
and unusual approach to problems; he in turn seemed taken with her quick
humor and vivacious energy.

They had been casual friends since then, occasionally having lunch together
or finding themselves in the same class. That all changed about three weeks
ago. Lesith had invited Anakin to a party her best friend and life-long
confident Pamela was having. Somehow the talk worked its way around to
innuendos; and Anakin admitted to her that he was still a virgin. Lesith had
never known any man who was willing to admit that, and was immediately
intrigued. She had made it her mission over the last week to flirt with him,
finding he blushed easily. He didn't avoid her, however, so she assumed he
enjoyed it on some level.

Now she watched him with a speculative look as he finished off his lunch.
She had learned that tomorrow was his 19th birthday. Thinking wicked
thoughts, she decided a special present was definitely in order. She asked
him if he would have dinner with her and Pamela tomorrow, without mentioning
his birthday. He accepted with that cocky grin that made her insides
tighten, and left. Now all she had to do was talk Pamela into the quickly
forming plan for his "present". That shouldn't be hard, it was well known to
her friends that Pamela often spent free time around the Temple sighing after
the more hansome Padawans.

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"I'll bet you *can't* do it." Pamela drawled with a challenging smile.

"It's not that I *can't* do it," Anakin protested forcefully, "it's just that
it's not right to influence someone like that." Pamela continued to grin
mockingly at him.

"Look, Lost Boy," Lesith broke in, "no one's asking you to use the Force."
She gave a small, mock sigh of exasperation.

"Well if it's that easy, you do it Golden Girl." Anakin replied stubbornly.
A slow, almost predatory grin blossomed on Lesith's face. Pamela's eyes
widened, and she sat back to enjoy the show. Anakin obviously didn't know
Lesith as well as he thought he did.

Turning her head only slightly, Lesith spotted their waiter and lazily
motioned him over to the table. He glided over to their table in the way
only the most unctious of waiters develop.

"Do you need anything?" he inquired.

"Today's my friend's birthday." Lesith said, gesturing to Anakin. Perfect
waiter he was, the gentleman acknowledged this with a little bow of the head
and a "Happy Birthday" to Anakin. He looked pointedly back at Lesith,
clearly waiting to hear the significance of this piece of information.

Lessith looked slowly around at the half-empty restaurant. "This is an
excellent dining establishment. I've been in here half-a-dozen times myself,
and I'm sure you remember seeing my father in here more than that." The
waiter, wary now, just nodded. "I believe you deserve more business than you
are getting. I'm sure many Senator's would love this place, if they only
could be pursuaded to try it. I know my father conducts many dinner
conferences."

Lesith looked at the waiter fully for the first time. "I can guarantee more
Senators will hear about establishments that are top quality. And, of
course, the top quality establishments always provide a free bottle of wine
to diners on their birthday." She sat quietly, offer extended, waiting
calmly for his decision. The waiter looked intently at her for almost a full
minute. Pamela, who unlike Lesith could afford to look away from the waiter,
was hard pressed not to laugh as she noticed the incredulous look on Anakin's
face, and the sweat on his forehead.

"Of course, madame," the waiter said smoothly, after what seemed to the
others like an eternity, "we always provide a free bottle of wine for special
occasions. I'll see to it right away. And if the Senators enjoy the best of
service, I hope they'll arrange to allow me to wait on them. It will be my
pleasure to make sure they are well taken care of personally." Lesith agreed
gravely, and the waiter slid off to fetch the wine.

When he was gone, Lesith turned back to Anakin with a giggle. "See?" she
challenged him.

Anakin looked down at the table. "Well, I'm better with mechanical things."
he mumbled, sullenly defiant.

Pamela grinned wickedly. "I'll bet you are." She reached over and took one
of his hands, running her fingers along the back of it. "You seem like you'd
be very good with your hands."

Anakin blushed, but gamely replied, "I've never had any complaints."

Lesith claimed his other hand, turning it over and stroking his palm.
"That's because you're always working on mechanical things. Long fingers
like this... you'd be good at working on delicate projects. Anakin's skin
had darkened again, but he was too headstrong to stay quiet.

"Some of my projects were quite delicate. Soft and delicate, quite
sensitive."

Pamela shared a secret smile with Lesith. "Remember, you won't need dessert
here," she said, apparently changing the subject, "we've got a dessert you'll
never forget."

The girls released his hands as the waiter returned with the wine, and Anakin
started breathing normally again.

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Lesith had made sure his Master would be gone tonight by the simple expedient
of asking him. When she told Pamela, her friend had looked at her in shock
and told her one simply did not ask Jedi Masters such a thing. Really,
Lesith had found Obi Wan easy to talk to, and had to watch out she did not
reveal too much of what she was planning for Anakin. He had easily agreed to
remain out for the night, with a smile entirely too knowing for her liking.
She had gotten what she wanted, however, and was willing to leave it at that.

As Anakin and Pamela walked ahead talking, Lesith dropped back to check one
more time that she had everything. She opened her satchel, and touched the
expensive rope she purchased earlier that day. It had cost her the better
part of three month's wages, but the rope had been specially Force-woven to
bind anything it tied. Even a desperate Padawan. She touched the can of
green frosting and smiled, feeling deliciously wicked. Lesith was content to
walk behind a pace, watching the way Anakin's cloak billowed out behind him.
Her eyes raked his tall form, and she sighed in delightful anticipation.

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Anakin sat on his bed, smiling in innocent expectation. The girls had
blindfolded him, telling him they wanted his desert to be a surprise. Lesith
had to surpress a giggle, imagining he was expecting cake. With a shared
look, the two friends pounced. Lesith grabbed Anakin's arms, holding them
over his head while Pamela quickly bound them with the Force-rope. While
Lesith was pulling off the blindfold, they all tumbled back on the bed, and
Anakin's eyes popped open in shock. Both Lesith and Pamela started laughing
at the expression on his face, and before he knew what was happening, Pamela
jumped for his legs while Lesith used the second piece of rope to tie them
together as well.

The women stood by his bed looking down. Anakin was neatly tied, hand and
foot, wearing an expression halfway between amusement and anger. Before he
could decide how he wanted to react, Pamela jumped on the bed opposite
Lesith, who sat down next to Anakin. Lesith smiled.

"Don't worry, we won't hurt you. It's just time for dessert." As Lesith got
the frosting, Pamela pulled his thin shirt up over his head until it hit his
bound hands. She twisted the shirt around the top frame of his bed,
effectively using the cloth to bind his arms over his head. Turning with the
frosting, Lesith paused a moment to admire Anakin's bare torso. She came
back to the bed, running her fingers up his side, showing him the frosting.
"We never said *you* were going to be the one eating dessert." Grinning
wildly, Lesith wrote 'Happy Birthday' on Anakin's chest.

Pamela and Lesith shared a look of predatory glee, and both looked at Anakin.
His face had gone red with embarassment, but his breathing was ragged
suspecting what was to come. He struggled a bit with his bonds and his eyes
were wide, but his growing erection revealed his excitement at what was
happening to him. "Shall we stop?" Pamela whispered. Anakin remained silent.

The two smiled at each other, and bent their heads. Anakin writhed in
embarassed pleasure, as tongues licked the frosting from his smooth skin.
The heat of his skin, and his barely heard moans of pleasure inspired Pamela
and Lesith on. Their tongues eagerly licked his sensitive nipples. He felt
delicious shocks shoot through him. Pamela smiled against his chest. She
took his nipple into her mouth, making sure it was wet, and warm. Then she
moved her head back slightly and blew across it. The sudden cool sensation
brought a gasp from Anakin, and as his nipple hardened instantly, she licked
it again.

Lesith was taking a different route. She lay her head on Anakin's chest, and
slowly ran her cheek along his skin. Her hair trailing along behind her
tickled him unmercifuly, running frissions of pleasure through his nerve
endings. The heat of his skin burned into hers, melting into her growing
desire. She could see his arousal, and it excited her to know she was
responsible. Well, partly responsible.

Pamela moved her mouth to his navel, brushing her closed lips across the skin
underneath, tongue flicking out for just a second to slide under the waist of
his pants. His heart was racing now, and he strained against his bonds,
needing to feel sensation against the most sensitive areas; a need denied him
by his fiendish captors, who were having too much fun tourturing him. He
could feel the warm breath from Pamela's mouth, and the silky softness of
Lesith's skin.

He moaned in pleasure and frustration when Lesith ran her tongue up his arm,
nipping at the skin of his wrist. Anakin's twist of pleasure rewarded her,
and she sat back. Pamela gave a final, long lick to his navel, and sat back
as well.

To Anakin's surprise, the two women got up off the bed and moved to the door.
"Happy Birthday, Anakin." Pamela purred. The looked at the bound Padawan for
a long moment, enjoying his shocked expression as he realized they were about
to leave. When the two finally got into the hallway with the door closed
behind them, both dissolved into laughter. They sank down, and looked at
each other. For one moment, a new possibility passed between them... but the
moment passed unremarked and Pamela got up to leave.

"Have fun." she said as she moved off, heading for her home. Lesith waited
at the door for a moment, listening. Anakin seemed to be struggling in
earnest now, afraid that the two had left him there, bound and helpless,
sugar-covered, to be found by his Master. Lesith let him squirm a moment,
then opened the door and walked back in.

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Lesith lounged against the door, arms crossed, amusement clearly showing on
her face, watching Anakin struggle with his bonds. He stopped as he noticed
her, and glared angrily. Her smile widened as she returned the look.

"You didn't really think we'd leave you here, did you Lost Boy?" she teased.
His anger turned to confusion as Lesith walked, not to him but to the small
kitchen in the back. She grabbed a washcloth and doused it with water, as
hot as she could stand. Only then did she return to the bound Padawan. She
sat on the bed and looked at him for a moment. He looked so vulnerable in
the rumpled bed, shirt tangled around his tied wrists, that she caught her
breath with desire. He lay very still looking at her with those dark,
piercing eyes.

Lesith wrapped the cloth around her hand, and began to slowly wash the traces
of frosting from Anakin's chest. The rough cloth slid over his smooth skin,
leaving behind a path of slowly cooling heat. His nipples hardened as the
sensations began to arouse him again. Lesith finished and dropped the wet
cloth on the floor beside the bed. He looked at her with desire, but she saw
something dark shadowing his gaze as well. She wet her lips and leaned her
face close to his.

"You don't like not being in control, do you?" She whispered, her lips almost
brushing his. He remained silent, she could feel his breath like a kiss on
her skin. She raised her head and reached up to untie the shirt from his
bed. Now, though his hands were still bound together he could at least move
them. She felt something warm and wet on her chest, and looked down. Her
movement had stretched her up beyond Anakin's head, putting his face level
with her chest. He had obviously given in to temptation, and snuck a quick
lick on the inside of her breast, where her shirt was open. He regarded her
with innocent eyes just beginning to sparkle with humor.

She grinned down at him. Lesith was happy he was beginning to enjoy his
present. "Well," she said mischeviously, "if that's what you want..." she
let her words trail off as she stood up. He smiled that self-assured smile
at her, and for a moment it was as though he were in control, even as she
towered over his luscious body. Lesith threw back her head and laughed.

Still smiling, she moved her hands to the front of her shirt. Anakin's eyes
opened wider as she slowly unbuttoned it. He squirmed in arousal as she
continued to perform a striptease, his breath coming in short gulps. Finally
she stood naked before his bed, striking a pose. "Please." was all he could
manage to whisper.

Lesith's arousal was as great as Anakin's, but she was more practiced than he
at hiding it. In one swift move she put her knee on the bed and swung her
other leg over him, straddling his stomach. He whimpered in need, feeling
her desire. She drew a deep breath, holding on to her control, and ran her
nails lightly down the sensitive skin of his sides. Anakin closed his eyes
with pleasure. She leaned down, letting her hair trail over his skin, her
fingers resting lightly on his stomach. She felt him tremble gently, as
previously unknown sensations washed over him.

Her control broke completely. She half-turned and pulled his pants off in
one movement, but stopped when she hit his feet. She stared stupidly for a
moment at the rope tying them together, then slid off Anakin and fumbled
trying to undo the knot. Her fingers moved more urgently, trying to pick the
rope free that Anakin had bound more tightly in his struggles. Suddenly, she
felt his arms slide over her head and his heated skin press against her back.
With his wrists still tied together, he freed his legs as she sat in the
circle of his arms. She felt his cheek against her bare back as he held her
and thought she would melt on the spot. He may have still been tied, but at
that moment he was as full of assurance and control as any planetary ruler.

He pulled her backwards. His arms were still around her but she twisted and
swung her legs over him lying on top of him, feeling the hardness of his
desire. She squirmed a bit, rubbing against him and he moaned again. With a
feeling of satisfaction at once again being in control, she watched his face
as she raised her hips and slid herself slowly onto his cock. Lesith stored
the look of extacy on his face in her memory, and began to ride him.
Anakin's breath came faster. She was already wet with desire, and his heated
flesh seemed to sear inside her. They moved together, their focus narrowing
to the rhythm of pleasure. She heard him cry out and felt the wave of his
climax. Her own followed seconds after.

She lay her head on his chest, feeling him breathing deeply. He was still
inside her and for long moments she just lie there, feeling peaceful. Then
she slid off to lay beside him, and smiled though he couldn't see it,
thinking of all the new experiences she was going to get to share with him.
His breath evened out, and he moved his head to look at her. When he saw her
contented expression, he smiled back at her.

"Just one thing," he said, trying to slide his arm out from under her, "are
you going to untie me before Master Obi comes back?" She laughed and moved
her head, allowing him to pull his arms in front of him. Then she sat up and
put her hands over the knot tying his together. "That depends," she said,
mock-seriously, "on whether I'm going to have to tie you up to get you to
make love to me." The dark desire in his eyes gave her the answer, and she
smiled as she untied the rope.