Rating: NC-17

Category: ABH

Summary: Insomnia. It's a horrible thing, normally. Of course, thats when
a certain TPM padawan decides to remedy the situation.

**Author's Note** Look at the time on this post. Yup. I'm awake. I do
this all the time.

Insomnia
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You can't sleep. You glance at the tiny clock on the corner of your
computer, it mocks you with the numbers "3:12 AM." Fuck. You have a
meeting in the morning that you'd like to be alert for. You'd already tried
reading, didn't work. You tried counting sheep and decided to stop when you
got to four hundred. You tried relaxing music, but when you found yourself
writing lyrics to Pure Moods' X-Files Tubular Bells, you flicked it off.

Which brings you to the computer. Out of some stroke of luck, or madness,
you might have feedback on your latest fic. You check. Nope. Normal
people aren't up this late reading fic. Growling, you grab some cold pizza
from the fridge, flip on some oldies, and attempt to read yourself into
sleep.

Four fics later, nothing. Except that you're hornier than a white-tailed
deer. For some odd reason, you're beginning to think that going to the Sith
Chicks archive and doing a search for "NC-17" wasn't such a good idea. You
sigh, and decide to make the best of it. You take a swig of Pepsi and start
singing along to Robert Palmer's "Addicted to Love." That's when you heard
the voice.

Soft at first, a light humming. Then louder, singing "Addicted to Love"
right along with you and then proceeding to do the guitar riffs. Deciding
that A) You're out of your blooming mind or B)There's an oldies singing
madman about to rape you and leave you for the dogs right behind you, you
pick up the pizza box and hope for the best. As you're about to whack it
over Mystery Man's head, you catch a glimpse of his face. You put down the
box, ask him to wait a moment, and bang your forehead on the desk. You
really needed to sleep more often.

"Are you alright, miss?" He soothes the strawberry on your forehead with
his fingertips and looks at you with intense..what color ARE his damn eyes?
This late at night, your thinking processes aren't that advanced, but you
think they're blue. In a moment, however, they'll be green and make a liar
out of you.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Except that Obi-Wan Kenobi is standing in my living room.
Call me in the morning...wait, better make that late afternoon. Around tea
time, preferably, since you're from across the pond." You babble on
incessantly and he cocks his head, studying you.

"Across the pond? I'm afraid I don't understand that particular phrase,
miss." You groan. 3 am is NOT the time for pleasantries. "Listen, call me
Starr." He looks at you, aghast. For some odd reason, he seems to think
the woman seated at her desk in her old high school track jersey and sweat
pants is a lady. Yeah right.

"I couldn't possibly..." You roll your eyes, drag him down by the braid,
and kiss him passionately. When you pull away, he's staring into your eyes
with a mixture of confusion and pleasure. "Wh..what did you do that
for..mi..Starr?" You smile, amazed that someone so hot could be so shy. He
certainly was snippy enough in "The Phantom Menace."

"'Cause I needed to shut you up..you were giving me a headache." You grin
widely, hoping he'll see that you were just kidding. He seems to
understand, and settles himself down on the futon you have in the office.
You spin around in your desk chair, flipping MSN messenger to "away." It's
not like Carlos Enrique de la Vega is actually speaking to you, rather he's
probably doing things that would frighten mosquitoes in response to your
broken Spanish.

"Soooo...how'd you get here?" Obi-Wan gulps and merely replies, "I was
summoned. You have quite a strong mind for someone who isn't Force
sensitive. Of course, the nature of the summons was, er, delicate." He
blushes. Shit. You made a Jedi blush.

"I get it, no need to explain. So, where's Quiggy?" Obi-Wan looks at you
like you've suddenly sprouted another head. Of course, with the nature of
this hallucination, you probably did.

"Quiggy? You mean Master Qui-Gon? My master?" You nod fervently, trying
to urge him to get on with it. Maybe he can help you fall asleep with some
sort of Jedi mind trick.

"Asleep. I was summoned alone. Your mind...it's..amazing when focused on
one thing." He blushes again. Well, you can't help it if you get horny.
The man is a walking orgasm and should know this by now. He runs a hand
through his short hair and sighs. Oops. You must have been broadcasting.
Not being trained in shielding, you start reciting the X-Files mytharc
timeline in your head. It helped you through chemistry with that hottie Mr.
Coleman back in high school.

"Who is Mulder? And why on earth do you know everything about him?" You
laugh then, a huge belly laugh. You never thought you'd hear those words
out of someone's mouth while in your presence. He continues. "Is he..your
lover?" Obi-Wan looks positively concerned. You roll in the floor now,
literally, your body attacked by a spasm of giggles. This was priceless.
Rubbing tears from your eyes, you settle next to Obi-Wan on the futon and
apologize for the giggle fest.

"No problem, miss. Your laughter is beautiful." You look up at him in awe.
Your unusual laugh has been described as many things, but beautiful wasn't
one of them. You trace his cheek with your finger, and thank him.

"The pleasure is all mine. Now, why can't you sleep?" You sigh. You've
never been able to sleep well, but you pretty much stopped sophomore year of
high school. Whether it was stress or the pressure to succeed, you didn't
know, all you knew was that you went through life with perpetual dark
circles.

"I just can't, Obi. Never have been able to. I just get so wound up, you
know? Got any suggestions? What do you do?" Obi-Wan blushes again and you
figure something is up. Knowing you're stepping into a trap, you ask
anyway.

"Oh, well, I usually make love. I drop off into peaceful sleep right after
that." It was your turn to blush. You were thinking something innocuous
like a Jedi meditation trick. Ooops. Guess he wasn't going to be able to
help you after all.

"I can still help you, if you don't find me presumptious milady." You shake
your head no and he smiles, a soft smile. He takes your face into his hands
and kisses you gently, his tongue snaking out to explore your mouth. You
grant him access, and slant your head to get a better angle. He groans into
your mouth, his hands sneaking up beneath your jersey to knead your
already-aching breasts. He divests you of the jersey and works his way down
the slender column of your neck while rolling a nipple between his thumb and
forefinger. Moving down to nibble on your collarbone, his hands find their
way into your sweatpants. He brushes his hands against your already-wet
body and quickly pulls the gray pants off, leaving you naked. It was then
that you realized that you probably needed to move this to the bedroom.

"Bed..now...Obi.." He understands somehow and scoops you into his arms.
You give him directions to the bedroom and he carries you there. He drops
you on the bed softly and you find yourself thanking God that you changed
the sheets earlier that day. He stands before you, back turned, and strips.
You prop up on one elbow and watch, intrigued with the play of his muscles
beneath inch upon inch of golden skin. He turns back around and smiles at
you, and you find yourself melting like a popsicle in the Georgia sun. He
lifts your ankles and hooks your legs over his shoulders. Realizing what he
is about to do, you try to stop him.

"You..you don't have to. I'll be okay without it. Really." He looks at
you questioningly but doesn't put your legs down. "I won't do anything
you'd mislike, milady." You sigh. That wasn't the problem. You'd like it
immensely, but he didn't have to torture himself on your account.

"I don't mind at all, milady. In fact, I love the taste of a woman
aroused." You blush then, amazed that he could go from shy schoolboy to
wanton lover in such a short time. You nod your assent and he attacks you
with his tongue, sharp jabs at your clit coupled with long strokes along the
length of your dripping core. You're shaking now, knowing that orgasm is on
the way. As the soft ripples begin, he's suddenly slamming into you with
his cock. Your hands reach up and one wraps around his braid while the
other claws at his back. The orgasm keeps coming, over and over as he
strikes a spot deep inside you that seems to make you vibrate like a tuning
fork. So THATS what it felt like when someone hit your g-spot. Wow.

"Can..can't hold it, have to.." You merely nibble his earlobe in response
and he comes into you, shooting his liquid warmth into your body. He rolls
away, stroking your belly absently as you drift off into sleep. The last
thing you remember is him pulling you close and whispering into your hair,
"Sleep well, little one."
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The End. Maybe I can get some sleep now. Heheh

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