Disclaimer: All Star Wars characters belong to George Lucas, Zara is mine

Notes: I originally wrote this story as a Qui/Obi/Female one, then, becoming
infatuated as I have with the Obi/Ani relationship, I rewrote and reworked it
a bit to make it an Obi/Ani/Female story. Warning, this does contain het and
slash situations! I just couldn't help myself at the thought of having both
of them at once! <EG>

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Zara sighed as she settled deeper into the couch, trying to alleviate the
tension pulsing through her body. It had been a hell of a day at work, where
everything that could go wrong had gone wrong.

She made a mental note to kill whomever had come up with the bright idea of
making a holovid of a full-scale amateur musical production of 'The Sound of
Music.'

She was still surprised to see how many people turned out for performances of
the ancient musical production. It had been centuries since it was first
performed on stage, and even quaint and out of date as it was, it was still
popular with creatures of all kinds from around the galaxy.

Go figure.

Not that the production hadn't come across great.

In fact, she was rather proud of the project.

But dealing with the antsy actors of various species, production crews,
cameras, a full-scale orchestra and far too much repetition of the phrase
"the hills are alive" was extremely trying on one's nerves.

Not that she hadn't gotten a good laugh when one of the crew members, a
rather overeager Gungan, had suddenly jumped onstage in the middle of an
argument over some line delivery and stuttered out "the hills are alive" in
his best "Christian-The-Penniless-Poet-From-Moulin-Rouge" fashion.

Another ancient movie that had stuck around for centuries, and surprisingly
was still one of the best selling holovids of all time.

Go figure.

But the impromptu performance had been the highlight of her long and tiring
day.

The rest of it was filled with arguments and technical work she'd rather not
think about anymore.

She'd breathed a sigh of relief as she'd finally arrived home, determined to
do nothing but relax in a nice hot bath, make some tea and find some old
video to watch for the night. She refused to think about what else she could
be doing, if a certain Jedi Master and his padawan were anywhere around.

Zara blushed as she remembered the last encounter she'd had with Obi-Wan and
Anakin.

Their energetic bout of passion had taken her several days to recover from.
It had been wonderful, but it had been three months ago. The duo had been
sent out on continuous missions, and hadn't been able to make it back for any
visits. She frowned, wondering where they were, hoping they were safe. Not
that she wanted to spend her night worrying about them, but she couldn't help
it.

The three of them had formed an immediate, intense and lasting bond when
they'd been thrown together months ago at the Jedi Council meeting. They had
been the only two people there willing to help her get the information and
interviews she'd needed for the piece she'd done on it. Why they'd helped
her, she didn't know, but working together had somehow led to sleeping
together and it had spiraled from there.

Despite how strange it sounded, she loved both of them, and knew they loved
her. It might not be the most conventional relationship, but it suited them.
Their Master/Padawan bond seemed to flourish with the addition of her
affections, though she did sense a creeping darkness every now and then. She
chose most often to ignore that feeling, concentrating on what the duo could
accomplish when they put their minds together.

Zara sighed, bringing herself back to the present, body already in a low
state of arousal.

She shifted uncomfortably on the couch, willing her heated body to relax. She
flipped aimlessly through the programs on the holo-screen in front of her,
hoping to find something interesting to distract her. Smiling, she finally
settled on the 'Classic Holovids' channel, which ironically, happened to be
showing 'Moulin Rouge.'

Not a bad way to end the night.

Especially since the actor playing Christian looked a lot like Obi-Wan.

Feeling her body still humming with arousal, she settled more comfortably
into the couch and began picturing Obi-Wan in Christian's role.

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An hour later, she was sniffing as she watched Satine haltingly try to
explain why she couldn't see Christian anymore. She always got teary around
this part. Luckily, she always watched this movie alone, so no one would
notice.

As she reached for a tissue, she jumped as she heard the beep from the door
panel.

Frowning as she noted it was past 11PM, she shuffled to the door, glad she'd
pulled a robe on over the short silk nightie she'd donned earlier that
evening. Checking the video monitor, she felt her breath catch. With a small
cry, she punched the button, allowing the door to slide back. Before it had
completely opened, she threw herself at the two smiling men who stood before
her.

"Well, obviously you're glad to see us."

Obi-Wan's mellow voice flowed over her body as she held both men tightly to
her, breathing them in as their arms came around her.

"I think that's an understatement Master," Anakin managed in a wry voice, his
words softened by a boyish smile and impish grin.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to attack you, I'm just so glad to see you both,"
Zara murmured as she pulled back to smile at them.

"We're glad to see you too," Obi-Wan replied with a soft smile as he pushed a
strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering as they brushed across
her cheek.

Zara felt her already overheated body begin a slow burn as she caught the
flash of desire in the older man's eyes. Her heart began to thump in triple
time as her gaze slid to the padawan, who had a hungry expression in his dark
orbs as he deliberately gave her a once over.

"Come in, please," she finally managed, pulling back far enough to let the
men enter her apartment.

As they stepped inside, she slid the door closed and engaged the lock.
Turning to her guests, she grabbed each by the arm and dragged them to the
sofa, wrapping their arms around her as she settled comfortably between them.

"You're watching that movie again," Obi-Wan suddenly said in a wry voice as
his attention was caught by something on the video screen.

Zara smiled.

"Well, it just happened to be on, and since I was thinking about you both,"
she began, getting a laugh from Anakin.

"You have to admit Master, that actor does bear a striking resemblance to
you, if you got rid of the beard and the mullet, and learned how to sing,"
Anakin offered as Zara burst into laughter.

"A woman can dream, can't she?" she asked, smiling as Obi-Wan pulled her a
little closer to his side.

"And would you care to tell us just what you've been dreaming of these past
few months while we were gone Zara?" he whispered, brushing his lips against
the shell of her ear, sending a shiver down her body at the contact.

"My Master and I have been anxious to hear your answer to the question,"
Anakin murmured against her other ear, allowing his breath to puff gently
across the sensitive lobe.

She shuddered at the twin sensations of the master and padawan's breath
against each ear. Her arousal was quickly peaking in the presence of both
seductive men. It had been far too long.

"How about I show you instead?" she managed, before reaching up to pull
Obi-Wan's mouth down to hers.

Zara moaned as she lost herself in the kiss, delighting in Obi-Wan's groan as
he crushed her lips with his. Her tongue reached to spear with his, tangling
and twisting against his mouth, drinking in the familiar spicy taste that was
his alone.

She shuddered as she felt Anakin's lips burning a trail of kisses across the
nape of her neck, his teeth nibbling on the sensitive juncture just below her
earlobe.

She couldn't help but moan against Obi-Wan's mouth as Anakin nipped and
licked at the spot, causing her body to shudder with pleasure.

"She is so sensitive, so quick to respond to our touch Master. It's
delightful."

Zara barely heard Anakin's whisper as Obi-Wan's hands suddenly slid beneath
her robe and under her nightie, gliding across her stomach, moving slowly
upwards until they were cupping her breasts. Her strangled moan was lost
against Anakin's mouth as the eager young Padawan replaced his Master, who
had turned his attentions lower.

She sighed, twining one arm around his neck, loving the way Anakin tasted,
just as much as his Master. She also knew he liked the taste of Obi-Wan on
her lips. It was one of the little things that aroused her to no end.

She moaned and she grabbed a hold of his padawan braid as he deepened the
kiss, his hands sliding up and down her back, pushing her gently against
Obi-Wan's hands and soon after, his eager mouth as he licked and sucked at
her breasts. She cried out at the feel of Obi-Wan's lips tugging at her
nipples, his teeth nipping every now and then to increase her pleasure. She
could feel Anakin's hardness pressing against her back, hear his soft moans
as he watched his Master pleasuring her.

Zara was nearly beyond control at the moment, lost in the sensation of
Anakin's kisses and panted breaths and Obi-Wan's touch. She arched her hips
forward frantically, hoping one of them would get the message and move
further down her body.

The ache spreading through her body intensified as Anakin's fingers slid
around her waist and began to move tantalizingly lower, brushing over her
navel through the silk of the teddy. She arched her hips again, holding her
breath, praying he'd slip those talented fingers underneath the silk.

Coherent thought left her body with a cry then as she felt his fingers brush
quickly over her curls at the same instant that Obi-Wan nipped gently at one
of her nipples. Her hands flew to his head, holding him tightly against her
as he suckled her sensitive flesh, his free hand massaging her other breast
into a hard, aching peak.

"Please, more Obi-Wan, take more of me," she managed on a low moan, gasping
as he obliged.

She was so lost in the sensation of his hot, wet mouth on her skin that it
came as a complete shock when she felt Anakin's fingers slide against her
thigh and curve against her mound. She cried out again as he slipped a finger
inside her, his thumb circling her sensitive bud with a skill that never
ceased to amaze her.

It also aroused her more than anyone or anything ever had.

"Oh Anakin, please, I need more," she groaned, arching desperately against
him as he slipped another two fingers inside her.

"So hot, so sweet, so tight, oh Master, please, it's been too long," Anakin
uttered on a low moan, breathing hard as he watched his Master lick a path
from her breasts to her naval.

"Tell me how she feels Anakin," Obi-Wan muttered, earning a soft moan from
Zara and a harsh sigh from the younger Jedi.

"She feels wonderful Master, so wet and tight, she's more than ready for us,"
he growled in satisfaction.

Obi-Wan smiled as he noted the desperation in his padawan's voice. His body
was crying out desperately for release as well.

"Please, someone, anyone, harder," Zara moaned, delighted when she felt
Anakin speed up his thrusts, gasping as she suddenly felt Obi-Wan's heated
breath against her center.

"What do you want Zara?" he whispered, looking directly into her eyes.

Zara could barely form a sentence, lost in the sight of these two men,
hovering between her legs, bringing her the greatest pleasure she'd ever
known.

"Tell us, please, we are here to please you," Anakin murmured as he slipped a
third finger into her tight channel.

"Please, I want your mouths on me," she managed, unashamed of the brazenness
of her words.
All she knew was that she wanted them. And she wanted them bad.

"Whatever the lady desires," Obi-Wan murmured with a quick smile for his
apprentice.

She watched, body humming as the two exchanged a mental message. She hated
when they did that, feeling excluded from their thoughts. But, on the other
hand, the result was more than rewarding.

Zara cried out as she suddenly felt Obi-Wan's tongue spear against her now
throbbing bud as Anakin's began planting kisses against her inner thighs. Her
hips arched off the bed as Obi-Wan closed his mouth over her center, licking
in long, slow sweeps, making sure to stab her pleasure points at every
possible opportunity.

Anakin's fingers never stopped moving, and she wondered how in the world he
managed to plant kisses up and down her thighs while stroking her into what
was sure to be the most massive orgasm she'd had in months.

Thought was suddenly lost as she felt Anakin's fingers twist inside her,
hitting that perfect spot at the exact same instant Obi-Wan took her aching
bud between his teeth and pulled.

She came with a scream that echoed off the walls as her hips thrust
frantically against Obi-Wan's face and Anakin's fingers. Everything inside
her seemed to come together then fall apart in a freefall that sent her
soaring up to the heavens. The waves swept over and over her, as both Jedi
gently slowed their actions, bringing her back to earth with gentle kisses
and whispered words of love.

She sighed as Obi-Wan slid his body up hers, kissing her gently, letting her
taste herself against his lips. She relished the flavor of their combined
tastes, letting his tongue tangle with hers as she tugged Anakin's ponytail
to bring him against her.

She sighed as she turned to kiss the apprentice, letting the waves of bliss
swamp her. When she finally pulled back for breath, she found herself staring
into the amused and very aroused faces of the two handsomest Jedi she'd ever
met.

"Wow, now that was what I call a welcome home," was all she managed, glad
when both men broke out into hearty laughter.

"We aim to please," Obi-Wan murmured as he slid his hand to her breasts.

Zara moaned as she felt him begin to knead the sensitive flesh, amazed to
find her nipples hardening again.

But she wanted to touch them this time.

With a small smile, she pushed his hand away, lifting herself so she could
straddle his lap. She smiled at his groan as she pressed against his
hardness, feeling a new surge of wetness fill her core as he grew against her.

"Gods, you feel so good," he muttered, his hands tangling in her hair as he
brought her lips to his.

She moaned against him, arching just a bit harder against him as she felt
Anakin begin to plant gentle kisses against the back of her neck. With a
sigh, she adjusted herself so his hardness was pressed against the small of
her back, Obi-Wan's desire pulsing against her now burning center.

She smiled as she heard both men groan as each arch and retreat of her hips
rubbed her tantalizingly against them.

"Gods, I need to be inside you," Obi-Wan managed around a groan as Zara
flicked her tongue across his small male nipple, her nails raking down his
back as one hand held him to her, the other reaching back to pull Anakin
closer.

"Then take me," Zara moaned, reaching one hand down to unfasten the ties at
his waist.

Obi-Wan needed no further urging, and within seconds, his hardness was
pressed against her softness. She had a quick thought that she was glad she
hadn't worn underwear tonight, but found it disappeared quickly as Obi-Wan
thrust gently against her.

"Please Obi-Wan, I need to feel you inside me, it's been too long," she
managed on a strangled groan as she heard Anakin moan at the desire in her
voice even as he reached around to stroke her breasts.

With a soft cry, Zara felt the Master thrust upwards, burying himself to the
root in her willing body. His strangled groan let her know he was enjoying
the sensation as much as she was.

For a moment, they remained still, simply absorbing the feel of being locked
against and inside each other.

Then, Zara locked her gaze with his and slowly lifted herself until he was
barely inside her. She gasped as she felt Anakin's hands suddenly wrap around
her hips, pushing her down until she enveloped him again.

"I want to see you lose control on my Master Zara," Anakin whispered harshly
in her ear as he guided her hips up and down Obi-Wan's shaft. Zara shuddered
at the words, as his fingers pinched her swollen nub in time with Obi-Wan's
thrusts. Each move also rubbed his fingers against Obi-Wan's shaft, wringing
aroused moans from both men.

"Gods, feels so good, don't stop, please," Zara moaned, broken words and
phrases spilling from her lips as she felt Obi-Wan thrust deeper inside her.
The sensation of him filling her, while his padawan's hands guided her
against him, his back sandwiching her between two hard chests, was nearly
enough to send her over the edge.

"Oh Gods, nnnnggggghhh," was all Obi-Wan could manage as he felt his body
begin to tense, the waves of ecstasy almost upon him.

"That's it Master, take her over the edge, make her come, make her scream for
us," Anakin moaned in a breathy voice against her ear.

Zara felt her body teetering on the edge, the whispered words only serving to
send her desire spiraling higher and higher. She completely lost it as she
felt Anakin lightly bite the back of her neck at the exact instant Obi-Wan
thrust hard against her, hitting the exact right spot that sent her screaming
over the edge.

Zara wondered only if she would survive the intense waves of pleasure
bombarding her system. She was swept away on a passion greater than any she'd
ever known as she felt Obi-Wan shudder and release himself inside her.

The feel of Anakin's arousal, still pressed against her back only heightened
the sensation as she let the waves carry her away, before slowly returning
her to shore. As she floated down from her high, she leaned over to plant a
soft kiss on Obi-Wan's lips.

"Wow," was all she could manage, earning a sleepy laugh in reply.

"Glad I didn't disappoint after all this time," he muttered, as Zara laughed
in reply.

"That was very educational Master," Anakin murmured with a smile, his body
still tense and aroused, pressed tightly against Zara's back.

"I learned from the best," was Obi-Wan's cryptic reply as Zara turned her
head to face Anakin.

"Well, we'll just have to see about that, won't we?" she murmured devilishly
as she leaned up to capture his lips in a hungry kiss.

She moaned as a fresh wave of desire hit her as Anakin lifted her off
Obi-Wan's lap and pulled her up against his body. Without a second thought,
she wrapped her legs around his waist, rubbing her center against the massive
hardness she could feel between her thighs.

She moaned as she felt his hands slide down her back while his tongue dueled
with hers.

"I need you Zara, I need you now," he muttered against her lips as he planted
frantic, eager kisses across her jaw and cheeks.

"I'm more than ready Anakin, please," she panted, feeling the wetness seeping
from between her thighs, amazed at how ready she indeed was.

"Hold on to me," he whispered as he began to move across the room.

Zara moaned as each step pressed them closer together, their bodies rubbing
against each other in all the right places.

"Anakin please, I need you now," she moaned, wondering where he was taking
her, wanting nothing more than to feel him deep inside her before she went
insane. She gasped as she suddenly felt the hard wall of the living room
against her back.

"How did you know this is what I've fantasized about?" she managed as she
felt him slip two fingers inside her to test her readiness. Her desire
multiplied as the Jedi simply chuckled.

"You really need to ask?"

The reply came from Obi-Wan who had risen from the sofa and was watching them
with heated eyes.

"Now Zara, I need to feel you wrapped around me," Anakin muttered as he
struggled to release the ties on his pants.

With a small moan, she slid her hand down between them, helping him loosen
the material until she was able to cup his hardness in the palm of her hand.
Stroking him slowly, she moaned as he arched into her.

"Please, I can't wait anymore," she pleaded as she positioned him against her.

With a harsh groan, Anakin thrust high and hard.

Zara cried out as she felt him bury himself in her to the hilt, stretching
and splitting her body on a nearly unbearable wave of pleasure. For a moment,
Anakin let his head rest against her neck as they both absorbed the familiar
sensations sweeping over them.

Then, with a small groan, they began to move.

Zara moaned as she felt her head slam against the wall with each powerful
thrust, the pain lost in the intense pleasure of feeling him take her. She'd
dreamed about being taken against the wall by these men, and the reality was
far surpassing her dreams.

"Please, harder," she managed, crying out as he slammed into her, his body
shaking with the effort.

Zara could feel her own body nearing another, almost incredibly unbelievable
peak. She moaned as she clenched her muscles tightly around him, hearing his
groans as he panted against her throat. As she teetered on the edge, she
managed to pry her eyes open, only to see Obi-Wan stroking himself as he
watched them, passion burning in his gaze.

The sight, combined with a powerful thrust from Anakin, sent her soaring over
the peak. With another scream, Zara let herself go, clenching around him as
he groaned his release into her neck.

Her third orgasm was the most powerful yet, leaving her nearly unconscious
with pleasure as it washed over her. She clung tightly to Anakin's neck,
feeling the shudders consume his body as he spent himself inside her. She
felt more delicious aftershocks shudder through her as she heard Obi-Wan's
labored breathing as he continued to stroke himself, his eyes locked on their
entwined bodies. She smiled as she felt Anakin become aware of his master's
arousal, whether through their mental bond, or the soft groans clearly
audible across the room. She smiled as his own shaft hardened again inside
her.

"Go to him Ani, he needs you now," she whispered against his ear, kissing him
gently as he pulled himself from her, setting her gently on her feet and
giving her a soft smile though his eyes were now sharpened with a different
kind of desire.

Barely able to stand, but feeling her excitement rise, she sank to the floor
as she watched Anakin approach his master. She caught her breath as the tall
young man slid to his knees, his hands immediately reaching to cup Obi-Wan's
considerable length.

She felt a shiver run through her body as she watched the fire burn brighter
in Obi-Wan's eyes as his hands fisted in his padawan's hair, pulling him even
closer as Anakin wrapped his lips around his prize.

"Anakin!"

She watched fascinated as emotions flashed through Obi-Wan's eyes, able to
sense through the bond she had with them both, his pleasure at his padawan's
ministrations. Literally, as if she were seeing through his eyes, she let him
draw her into his mind, let her feel what he was feeling.

She cried out softly as she felt the Master's pleasure, each shudder coursing
through her like a tidal wave, swamping her with its intensity.

She opened her eyes as she felt a sharp spike of pleasure, groaning low in
her throat as she watched Anakin take Obi-Wan's desire deep into his throat,
reveling in the hoarse cry that came from the Master's lips as he finally
reached his climax. Anakin swallowed, refusing to pull his mouth away until
he'd milked every last drop. With a small smile, the apprentice then rose to
take his master's mouth in a deep kiss, the two clinging together in an
obviously familiar pose.

It was the most erotic sight Zara had ever seen. And even though she saw it
often when they were together, she was still amazed how much it turned her
on. Although her body at the moment was so weak, she didn't think she could
stand any more stimulation. She sighed as she saw the two men finally break
apart, noting Obi-Wan brushed a finger across Anakin's cheek tenderly before
releasing him completely and turning to her with a satisfied smile.

"Padawan, I do believe we should move this to some place a little more
comfortable, Zara needs to recuperate and I think we all need some sleep,"
Obi-Wan offered, his breath still coming in uneven pants as he ran a fond
hand through Anakin's hair.

She smiled as Anakin nodded, again exchanging some mental words with his
Master as they both moved towards her.

With a soft sigh, she relaxed as Obi-Wan lifted her into his arms, smiling
down at her as he carried her towards the bedroom, Anakin flipping off the
video and turning off the living room lights as he followed.

As Obi-Wan placed her gently on the bed, she looked at them both with her
heart in her eyes.

"How long can you stay?" she whispered as both Jedi settled themselves on
either side of her, pulling the covers up around them.

"At least two days," Anakin murmured as he buried his head in her hair, his
arm tightening across her waist as he drifted off to sleep.

"Good, we've got a lot of time to make up for," was all she could manage as
she snuggled down between them, smiling as Obi-Wan rested his head against
her chest and closed his eyes.

She smiled as she felt waves of sleep overcome her.

Her last thought as she lost consciousness was how glad she was she had the
next few days free.

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The End