The tunic was clinging to her damp skin as she struggled to keep up
with the Jedi. It was so hard to breathe in that rain forest- the
humidity was so thick, it acted as a muffling blanket to the noise
they made. Mist hung on the air and coated the emerald colored
vegetation, pooling in large dewy drops. Obi Wan's blue blade was
emitting a gentle whirring noise as he cut a path through the deep
greenery. Anakin followed in close suit, and she lagged behind the
padawan, panting with labored breath, grabbing loose the brown vines
of trees for support.

This mission to Cophrigin 5 was turning out to be fruitless.
Although the planet was inhabited by humans, they had not seen
anyone in days. Finding out the topographical characteristics of the
planet was easy enough. Scouting out the cultural situation was
proving to be quite another.

After trudging a few standard yards more, she had to stop for a
moment. Anakin spun around with a look of sheer aggravation,
stamping his foot childishly in the moist earth.

"Master!" he declared loudly. "She needs to rest- again! I told you
we should have taken someone else with us!" He regarded her intently
with a look of disgust, as he slightly shook his head.

Obi Wan deactivated his blade and shifted his weight to one side,
casually putting himself at ease. He smiled amusedly as he wiped
the perspiration from his brow and ran his hands through his golden
hair.

"This climate is oppressive, Padawan," he conceded. "We do need to
find a little reprieve soon."

Anakin rolled his eyes and leaned against a palm tree-like trunk,
then settled on intensely staring at the lady. Spitefully, she
smiled back, reclining into a seated position against the opposite
tree, amongst velvety ferns. She took her canteen for a drink,
taking a deep swill, relishing the clear and cold liquid inside.
Anakin was visibly irritated while he watched her drink. She got a
kick out of seeing him this way. It was appealing to her as she
found it both exciting and entertaining that he was so ill tempered
and easy to get a rise out of. His good looks and equally
tempestuous nature were stimulating and dangerous to her.

Her gaze turned to consider Obi Wan, who was unbuttoning his shirt
and pulling it out of his pants, so that his well-formed chest and
stomach were exposed. The master was indeed a magnificent sight to
behold, she decided. She could not tear her eyes from his body as
lusty thoughts begin to invade her mind. She felt her body's
moistening arousal as she began to entertain delicious thoughts of
loosing her tongue onto his body, making him yearn for her.

"How much further must we travel, Master Jedi?" she asked throatily,
her hand grasping her collarbone and traveling down to her bosom
flirtatiously.

Anakin must have read her mind as he stiffened and stood up
appalled, and then seemed to have a second thought as he
reconsidered her with his own suggestive smirk, once again settling
back against the tree.

"My Lady," Obi Wan began as he extended his hand toward her,
seemingly obliviously to her coquettish gaze, " I am afraid we must
continue for a bit longer, but I do believe we will come upon an
oasis of sorts quite soon, if my memory serves me correctly."

She took his offered hand and slid up to him, the nipples of her
breasts raking upward across his exposed abdomen, until they were
face to face. Obi Wan felt a sudden insurgence of excitement as it
electrified his body. He noticed how the cloth of her beige damp
tunic clung to her form, and realized how much he wanted to peel it
off of her and explore what was underneath.

"Thank you," she said almost purring, after she had already stood
up.

Anakin's presence seemed to overshadow the moment, as he stood
directly beside them, staring quietly, contemplatively.

Obi Wan cleared his throat. "Shall we continue, then?" It was more
of a statement than a question, and he led the two onward and
further into the lush foliage.

Hours later, they came to what Obi Wan referred to as
their `sanctuary' from the sweltering jungle. In a clearing, there
was one of a series of small lagoons, separated from the larger
fresh water lake that it spilled from in a cascading waterfall.

The water was unexpectedly deep, a cobalt blue swirling pool, with
promising coolness due to its depths. White foam danced on the
surface, along with a consistent spray from the shallow waterfall
that languidly overflowed into it. Flowers in hues of scarlet,
fuchsia, and various coral tones with yellow framed the perimeter of
the water, and scented the air with a fragrant aroma that smelled
something like a hybrid of vanilla and jasmine.

Obi Wan inhaled deeply as there seemed to be less humidity, and the
air was most definitely cooler. The lagoon was generously shaded,
but the stray golden threads of sunlight seeped through the foliage,
making the water glitter on its surface in a few random places,
turning the water beneath it a transparent teal.

As she assessed the beauty before her, she was not surprised to see
Anakin already ahead of them, exploring behind the waterfall.
Turning back to Obi Wan, she watched him wade into the refreshing
waters, cupping it in his hands and drenching his face and hair. He
glanced at her, smiling slyly as his eyes sparkled with desire. His
shirt still hung open, now sopping wet white gauze that revealed his
muscular arms underneath. His pants hung low on his hips, revealing
yet still more of his well-defined body.

Taking off her boots and clothes, she stepped into the water with
only her tunic on, and completely submerged herself in the cool
waters, gracefully stroking her arms outward in to the lagoon. She
swam so that she was about ten feet in front of Obi Wan, where the
water came up to her waist, and surfaced gradually, revealing first
her head and face, then each inch of her body slowly. She stood
staring at him, her hardened nipples erect through her white shirt,
and her skin goose flecked from sexual provocation and coldness both
at once.

Suddenly, two strong hands firmly gripped her hips and pulled her
lower into the water again, onto a lean, firm body.

It was Anakin, and she felt butterflies in her stomach as he drew
her close to him, relishing the warmth coming from his body and his
hot breath on her cheek, contrasting sharply with the chill of the
lagoon about her.

"So, you like my master, do you?" he said huskily, his voice
dropping an octave. He spoke loudly enough for Obi Wan to hear him,
as it was certainly his intention.

She was not answering because her body was too busy pulsating with
anticipation. Anakin's hands were underwater, caressing her inner
thighs roughly, generating heat in the chilly water. She leaned into
him in a seated position on his lap, and felt his engorged organ
rubbing against her backside. One hand had traveled to her mound and
began to massage it teasingly as the other locked on her thigh,
pressing her onto his body. He continued to taunt her, as he spoke
for the benefit of Obi Wan as well.

"Or do you like me? Maybe both of us?" Her reply to his rhetoric
was merely to breathe even more laboriously, eyes becoming feral
with need and lust.

Small moans were escaping her lips by the time she realized Obi Wan
was in front of her. He gently peeled the wet shirt off of her and
began to fondle her breasts, kneading them, then pinching and
rolling her nipples between his fingers as his mouth claimed hers in
a deep kiss. She arched against Anakin, who had grabbed her hands
and was restraining them neither from touching him or his master.

The padawan's mouth was blazing a trail up and down her collar and
shoulders. His full soft lips grazed from her collarbone up her
neck, making her skin sizzle. Obi Wan's hand dropped into the water,
stroking her erogenous zone rhythmically, then inserting his fingers
deeply inside of her, feeling her hot wetness throb from his boiling
touch. Her chest heaved up and down visibly as she audibly sucked
the air into her lungs while the jedis continued to incite her
sensually, steaming her cravings.

Obi Wan's kisses became more impassioned as he grabbed her face and
angled it so that he could kiss her more deeply. His searing wet
mouth traveled down to her breasts as his tongue licked the area
between them once slowly in an upward sweep, then closed on each
nipple in turn, nipping and suckling until she was writhing with
pleasure, grinding against Anakin's straining arousal.

Anakin was laughing softly holding her arms in place still, as his
master continued his ministrations. " I think she likes you more,
Master!" he joked lewdly.

"Why don't you see if you can convince her to like you more, my
apprentice?" he quipped, playing along.

Released, she spun around to face Anakin, her blood quickening still
more from listening to their banter. "Yes, Anakin," she managed
raggedly, as her tongue snaked across her bottom lip. "Can you make
me like you more?" Although her stare was instense, her appetite was
dizzying by this point, and she was yearning to have the jedi inside
of her.

Biting his lip, Anakin swiftly and forcefully wrapped her legs
around his waist and hoisted her onto his shaft, penetrating her. A
groan escaped her lips as she leaned back onto Obi Wan. He had
resumed fondling her breasts with one hand and her clitoris with the
other while Anakin plunged in and out of her powerfully and slowly.

"How's this, my lady?" he asked arrogantly, gruffly. Anakin
continued to ram into her, accelerating into a more vigorous pace,
making her cry out with bliss. Her nails dug into his back as she
sought to pull him deeper inside. Anakin's face registered
satisfaction mixed with pleasure as he relished her neediness,
dropping his eyes to look at her open mouth as he sneered with
delight.

"Oh, I think she may like you more than me, after all, my young
apprentice," the Master ribbed mockingly. Sensing her primal desire,
Obi Wan wrapped his hands about her hips and pressed her further
down onto his apprentice, rocking her back and forth as he kissed
her neck from behind.

Her orgasm was building as her the rest of her senses numbed. All
she could feel was Anakin, hard and thrusting inside of her. She
sensed Obi Wan's pleasure as he spoke of dirty things suggestively
to his apprentice. Not being able to hold back anymore, she exploded
with great force, deaf to Anakin's grunts when his own rapture
overwhelmed him.

She was still throbbing; her chest wracked with gasps for air, when
Obi Wan entered her from behind, her desire rekindling anew. It was
now Anakin who kissed her hungrily, breathing heavily into her mouth
as his master gently worked into her still pulsating velvety flesh.

Remarking how hot and good she felt, Obi Wan continued to fluidly
slide in and out of her, clutching her waist tightly as he pushed
deeper and deeper inside. Once again, she could not resist letting
go after hearing his words, and gave into the thunderous ecstasy
that overcame her. It was as if she was riding the wave of one long
continuous orgasm, peaking and dipping multiple times, as she had
been still spasming when he first entered her. Obi Wan pounded into
her with a few more strong thrusts, and Anakin embraced her as he
spoke licentiously in her ear until her climax ebbed. His master
emitted a loud groan and burst, riding the wave of gratification
until it crashed and dissipated.

She slumped in Anakin's arms, kissing him affectionately on the
mouth and turned to Obi Wan to repeat the gesture. Some minutes
passed as idle banter and slight laughter ensued. After languishing
a bit longer in the lagoon, the satiated trio got out of the water
and proceeded to dry off in debauched silence.

It was not long before Anakin cleared his throat and spoke.

"So, my lady. Now that we wore you out, do you think you are going
to have to rest every ten feet on our journey?" Sarcasm had already
replaced his witty repartee.

Looking at him good naturedly and unaffectedly, she answered with a
humorous tinge to her voice. "Anakin, I have decided- I do like your
master better."

She winked at him as he winced with feigned pain, and Obi Wan
laughed vaguely as he gathered their supplies.

Once back in the sultry jungle, the incident was forgotten.

END