Title: Never Been Kissed
Author: Lyssa
Rating: NC-17
Category: Romance, Seduction, Smut, and a little bit of humor too
Characters: Obi-Wan/female, with a cameo from Qui-Gon and Tahl (in my universe, she's still around) Time Period: Late Jedi Apprentice era; Obi-Wan is about 18
Summary: Obi-Wan is supposed to be doing homework with a fellow Padawan, but it turns out that he learns something entirely unexpected. *By the way, this is for Cerie. She put my name in her fic, so I thought I would return the favor, consider it an early birthday present.

Disclaimer: George owns all of the Jedi and everything in the Star Wars universe, and I'm certainly not making any money off of this. In fact, a large percentage of my income goes to him anyway to support my Star Wars habit, so he's probably making money off of this too, in some round about sort of way.

Feedback: jedigroupie@hotmail.com

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Tahl sighed contentedly and nestled into Qui-Gon's embrace. After a few minutes of silence she asked, "So, what is young Obi-Wan up to this evening?"

Qui-Gon stirred out of his daze and absently stroked her back. "Oh, he is spending the evening with Cerie."

"Yaddle's apprentice?"

"Yes," he said with a sigh.

"Lucky girl," Tahl mused.

"Hmm?" Qui-Gon wasn't paying complete attention to what she was saying. He seemed far too occupied with kissing her neck.

"I mean she's lucky to be spending the night with your handsome, young Padawan," she said pulling his chin up so he would be less distracted.

Qui-Gon laughed to himself. "Actually, I think they're just doing homework. I wish it was something more interesting than that, but he's quite difficult."

Confused by his comment, Tahl scrunched up her forehead inquisitively. "Obi-Wan doesn't really date," Qui-Gon explained. "He's never even kissed a girl. He thinks it's gross, and anything sexual just completely disgusts him."

"Where did he get those ridiculous notions? Certainly not from you." Tahl nibbled at his neck as she said this catching Qui-Gon off guard and making him jump a little.

"You know he's not one for the Living Force and big emotions, so I did my best to explain human sexuality in more technical terms, thinking he might understand it better. Well, you should have seen his face when I finished 'The Talk', he looked absolutely petrified and completely disgusted. He thought it all terribly barbaric, and was shocked that I had actually engaged in 'such a primitive act.' You know how uptight he can be sometimes. Now he spends all of his spare time fending off the dozens of girls that constantly seem to be throwing themselves at him."

"If I were a seventeen year old girl I would be throwing myself at him too," Tahl joked.

"Now would you?" Qui-Gon said flipping her over and pinning her to the bed.

"Then again, I prefer experience to youth anytime,'' she purred as Qui-Gon kissed her senseless.

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"Remind me again why this sappy, long-winded play, written by someone who died 700 years before Master Yoda was even born, is relevant to the life of a Jedi," Obi-Wan said with a sigh.

"Because Master Billaba said it was, and because we need to watch it in order to pass her class," Cerie replied. "Besides, it's kind of sweet."

Obi-Wan rolled his eyes in response. Usually he didn't mind his academic assignments, but this Ancient Literature of the Galaxy class was killing him. The only benefit to it was that it gave him a chance to study with his friend Cerie; that's why he was in her quarters watching this archaic and incredibly irritating holovid. If it wasn't for her company he would certainly have fallen asleep ten minutes into the play.

The holographic actors rambled on prolifically, declaring their undying love for on another before kissing passionately. Obi-Wan made a disgusted noise causing his classmate to stop her assiduous note-taking.

"I have never understood how any civilized being could find that repulsive tradition of saliva exchange to be the least bit appealing," Obi-Wan declared.

The shock nearly caused Cerie to drop her datapad. Could it be possible that someone as gorgeous as Obi-Wan had never kissed anyone? No, she refused to believe that.

"Oh, come on now Obi-Wan. It's not that bad. It can actually be pretty fun with the right person," she responded, hoping to pry some information out of him.

"You mean you have actually done that?" he asked, half astonished, half disgusted.

"You mean you haven't?" she blurted out abandoning all attempts at subtlety. Obi-Wan was shaking his head in shock. "You don't know what you're missing," she said.

She kind of liked the idea of Obi-Wan being so innocent; it was actually quite adorable. Of course, it also made her want to be the one to corrupt him.

They sat in awkward silence for a few minutes, watching the holovid, but slowly, Cerie shifted on the couch so she was facing Obi-Wan. She leaned closer, her eyes moving over his profile.

"We're supposed to be watching the play," he said, turning to face her. She took the opportunity to give him a quick, gentle kiss.

When he leaned back a moment later his cheeks were flushed, and his eyes looked like they were going to pop out of his head. "Why did you do that?" he asked, perplexed.

"I didn't think that it was logical for you to make such a rash judgment about something that you've never tried. So, what do you think?"

"Uh...I don't know," he admitted, dumbfounded.

She smiled and trailed her fingers down his face, making him close his eyes, then she kissed him once more, softly, their lips just barely touching.

Obi-Wan kept his eyes closed, absorbing the experience. It was not nearly as uncomfortable or unpleasant as he had expected it to be. He even found himself leaning in to the softness of her lips slightly.

"See, that wasn't so bad now, was it?" she asked.

Obi-Wan's mouth curled up just a little at the corners, and he looked down, his lashes obscuring those lovely eyes of his. Reluctantly, he spoke, "It was more enjoyable that I thought it would be."

"It gets even better," she told him, her hand ruffling the soft spikes of his hair. He looked up at her, raising a questioning eyebrow.

She brought her lips to his again, this time with a little more passion, and Obi-Wan surprised himself by responding to her kiss. Her lips moved delicately against his, the sensation almost electric. His heart was beating significantly faster when Cerie finally pulled away, brushing her thumb across his lower lip then over the cleft of his chin.

"I'm sorry," she apologized. "I got a bit carried away for a moment."

"It's quite alright," he said with a shy smile. He had to admit that he really didn't mind her getting carried away, and he certainly wouldn't mind it if she got even more carried away. Cautiously, he closed the distance between them, bringing their lips together once more.

Cerie couldn't help but smile as Obi-Wan's lips caressed hers. He seemed to be a quick learner. Maybe it was time to push him a little further. Her hands snaked up around his neck, and slowly she attempted to coax his lips apart with her tongue.

What was she doing? Obi-Wan wondered. He was trying to push away, but part of him wanted to keep going. He was stuck in a battle between his body and his mind, but luckily, she backed off before he had to decide which part of himself to listen to.

She gently stroked his face, moving in closer. "Shh, relax," she cooed.

Obi-Wan felt a strange surge of excitement and nervousness growing in the pit of his stomach, and despite all of his training, he couldn't get rid of it. He could hardly believe that it was him sitting there on the couch with Cerie's soft hands running all over his chest and shoulders. When he moved to look deep into her eyes, his doubts began to fade; there was something right about this. She had been his friend for most of his life, and he trusted her completely; so this time when she kissed him he allowed her to take the lead.

The initial strangeness of having someone else's tongue in his mouth passed fairly quickly, and he found himself giving in to the kiss, his hands resting tentatively on her back. An electric sizzle seemed to dance over his skin as her hands kneaded his neck and clenched in his hair. He gave into the urge to pull her closer, loving the feel of her pressed against him. The only thing he could compare it to was the adrenaline rush he experienced during battle, the quickened heart rate, the exhilaration, the heightened senses; it was the same, but it was also very, very different. He soon discovered that he was unable to detach himself from the situation, not that he wanted to at this point.

Cerie felt her body catch fire as Obi-Wan pulled her closer. It seemed that his opinion of the "repulsive tradition of saliva exchange" had been radically altered, and that she had been the one to change it, made her smile. His enthusiastic response to her kisses left her senses buzzing with arousal. She had started this game, but she wondered if she was really prepared to carry it further. Her body screamed "Yes!!!!" But she knew that she would probably be moving way too fast for Obi-Wan. If he thought that kissing was gross, there was no telling what his opinion of sex would be.

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Obi-Wan's mind reeled. How had all of this happened? One minute they were doing homework, and the next Cerie had her tongue in his mouth and was practically in his lap. And the strangest thing was that he seemed more than willing to continue this madness.

When the two of them finally separated, they were both gasping for breath. Without realizing it, Obi-Wan found his arm still wrapped tightly around Cerie, not letting her get too far away. He was unable to form the words he wanted to say. It was as if that part of his brain had shut down and something more primitive had taken over. Emotions flashed through him that he never even knew he possessed, and the Force waves that rippled about them were not the same familiar vibrations that he had experienced in training. They were raw and wild like nature itself.

Cerie took a deep, centering breath to calm herself before she spoke. "Do you want to keep going?" she asked tentatively.

He nodded slowly, his eyes darkening to almost a deep indigo as they locked with hers. "I can't believe I'm doing this," he mused. A shiver ran through him as her soft, wet kisses moved from his mouth to his neck and collarbones.

Unconsciously, he allowed his hands to roam over her body, the low purring sound from her throat encouraging him. She was halfway in his lap now, sitting on one of his thighs, one of her legs between his, and the contact sent a sweet fire coursing through him.

Cerie had managed to open his tunics, and her hands played across his warm skin. She began to rock against him, her body undulating like a wave, her breathing harsh. She felt that most of his tension and doubt had faded, so she allowed herself to become a bit bolder. Her touch glided up his clothed thigh and hip to the waistband of his pants, her fingers creeping under it just a little, when suddenly, she felt his whole body become tense.

"What are you doing?" he asked as he pushed her hand away.

"I want to touch you, to make love to you," she replied.

"You mean intercourse?" he asked in shock. "I don't think I'm ready for that," he stammered.

She brushed her hand over the growing bulge in his leggings. "You feel ready," she said with a sweet, mischievous smile. Very gently, she began to stoke him through the fabric, making him let out a low groan.

He shook his head, trying to come to his senses. "It's just so unsanitary and undignified."

"And incredibly enjoyable," she finished. His only reply was a look of disgust. She had stopped teasing him and looked at him seriously for a moment, still a little confused at how uptight he seemed about the subject.

"I just don't think that anything could be enjoyable enough to override the unpleasant aspects of it. It's a wonder that our species has been able to propagate using this barbaric process of fluid exchange."

"You make it sound so unromantic." The look on his face showed her that he did not appreciate her trivializing this issue. "So, your problem is not really a moral one?" she asked, becoming serious once more.

"No, not really, I just find the prospect of being inside another being very distasteful."

"Well, when you put it that way," she laughed. She knew she had to approach this logically if they were to make any progress. "You thought kissing would be unpleasant too, but you changed your mind about that, right?"

"Yes, I liked the kissing," he replied sheepishly, his cheeks flushing at the admission.

"And you seemed to be enjoying the other things we were doing, correct?" Obi-Wan nodded in response. "And you trust me, don't you?" she asked.

"Of course."

"So, we'll continue very slowly, and we'll stop if you find it too unpleasant," she proposed. Obi-Wan smiled to himself, thinking that one day she would make a fine negotiator. She had him convinced despite the urging of his mind to totally ignore what his body wanted. Besides, between Cerie's logic and his body's own agenda he was definitely outnumbered.

Cerie's slow, luscious kisses began once more, and they caused the fire within him to burn more fiercely. He found himself returning her kisses enthusiastically, exploring her mouth and enjoying the taste of her warm skin as her hands moved over his chest, lightly teasing his nipples and the sensitive spot she had discovered on his neck. Very slowly, he was beginning to recover from the embarrassment caused by the current aroused state of his body, and he soon discovered that he enjoyed the gentle, tentative touches she lavished on that area.

Despite his earlier doubt and protests he had to admit that her touch felt incredible, the sensations hard to describe. The pleased look on Cerie's face spoke volumes. She clearly loved driving him wild, making him forget all of his former reservations. This left Obi-Wan curious, wondering what it would take to drive her to the same state of bliss that he was experiencing.

He pushed her away a little, just enough so that he could look into her eyes. His fingertips glided down the neckline of her tunic, feeling the silken skin beneath. "Show me how to touch you," he said, barely recognizing his voice; it sounded so low and breathless to his ears.

The simple request brought an extraordinary smile to her lips, one that combined joy, desire, and mischief, and it sent a thrill through him that he was the cause of it. He watched in silent awe as she peeled away the various layers of her clothing, revealing her soft curves to his heated gaze.

She took his hand in hers and kissed his fingertips. "Start with slow, gentle caresses, they make my skin tingle," she instructed.

He trailed the back of his hand across her lips and down her throat, his fingertips sliding over her arms and up and down her back until she sighed. His movements, which at first were a bit awkward, became more practiced; he found spots that made her gasp and shudder when touched.

He allowed his fingertips to brush lightly over her breasts, enjoying the contrast of her smooth skin beneath the textured lace of her bra. The more he touched her there, the more she responded, letting out soft moans that stirred his own arousal. She guided his hands, showing him how to unfasten her bra, and he felt the heat rising in his cheeks, and in other regions too, as he gazed upon her for a moment then quickly looked away.

Cerie smiled at his shyness, yet another incredibly endearing aspect about him. Playfully, she tugged at the tunics that hung loosely about him. "Come on, your turn," she whispered in his ear before sucking the earlobe into her mouth. She was successful in coaxing him out of the tunics, but he was still hesitant to go any further.

As she undressed him, her breasts brushed up against his bare chest, and the shock of feeling skin on skin gave him a jolt that was like pure electricity. She felt so unbelievably good against him, like nothing he could have ever imagined.

She took his hand and guided it to her lips, sucking on his index finger then bringing it down to trace around her nipple. "Use your fingers, your lips, and tongue, " she urged him gently, her hands running through his hair and down his neck to his shoulders, feeling the well-trained muscles beneath the skin. She kissed him deeply as his hands reverently explored her breasts.

Obi-Wan found his senses overwhelmed by the sweet taste and feeling of her mouth on his, the tender flesh in his hands, and the fire spreading through his body. He was so lost in sensation that he didn't notice the slow rocking of his hips beneath hers. His rational mind was gone, he was going on pure instinct and lust now, too late to turn back.

His mouth wandered down her throat to her breast, and he was shocked by the ravenous kisses he was covering her with. She guided his hands lower, down to her burning center. They both let out a moan as he slipped his fingers into her. With her eyes tightly shut, she moved against his hand.

He learned quickly what to do in order to make her scream. He felt her growing even wetter as her hips jerked so violently against him that he was afraid that he was hurting her. He stopped suddenly, making her cry out at the loss of contact.

"What's wrong? Do you want to stop?" she asked, concerned that she had pushed him too far.

"Are you alright?" he asked, barely able to get the words out.

She stroked his face reassuringly. "Oh Obi-Wan, I've never been better, love," she purred. "It just means that you're doing something right," she responded to the concern in his eyes.

He looked as if he didn't quite believe her, so she kissed him gently, caressing his face and neck soothingly. "You have no idea how incredible it felt when you were doing that, Obi-Wan. I want you to feel that way too. Will you let me?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

He didn't answer, but he didn't stop her either as she began to undo the fastenings of his leggings. His heart was pounding in his throat, and his face was on fire. He nearly jumped out of his skin at the shock of her fingertips on his shaft. She tugged at his leggings, and he lifted his hips to help her remove the remainder of his clothing.

Things had gotten way too serious, and Cerie smiled as she looked at him hoping to make him feel more comfortable and to lighten the mood. He was so nervous; it looked like he was going to have a heart attack, but he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. "Alright, I think I'm ready," he said around the lump in his throat.

"As Master Yoda would say, 'Our own counsel we will keep on who is ready,'" she scolded before bursting into fits of laughter. It just popped into her head, and she had to say it. She wiped the tears of laughter out of her eyes long enough to see that Obi-Wan was cracking up too.

"Somehow, I don't think this is what he meant," Obi-Wan replied, still slightly hysterical at the absurdity of the situation.

Cerie kissed him playfully, her arms thrown around his shoulders, glad that the tension had disappeared. He pretended to look worried when she flashed that mischievous grin of hers at him. "My, Obi-Wan, that's quite a nice lightsaber you've got there," her voice still light with laughter.

"Maybe you could give me a little guidance on how best to put it to use," he retorted.

"It would be my pleasure."

He closed his eyes as she moved in to kiss him, and he started shuddering as she began to stroke his length with sweet, delicate touches. It was like every nerve in his body was concentrated into that one part of him, and his brain was hardly able to process the deluge of sensations. Her hand was wrapped around him, and he found himself thrusting up into it.

She climbed into his lap and lowered herself onto him. Obi-Wan's head rolled back, and he called out her name. He had no idea that it would feel like this. It wasn't just the incredible sensations; it was the rush of adrenaline, the pulsing feeling of the Force around them, and this amazing feeling of connection, of being surrounded and held. Almost distantly, he heard Cerie's moans and cries. He loved that he was doing this to her, making her feel that good.

She began to move in his lap, up and down, and he wriggled his hips to help increase the motion. He was moving unconsciously, his hands on her hips guiding her as she ground herself on him. It was like one unbelievable sensation building on top of another, the fire spreading through him. He felt like they were wrapped in a glowing haze that made his skin sizzle. Cerie's cries were growing louder as her hips rolled into his, and she was shaking all over.

He didn't think it was possible for her to feel any tighter around him, but all of the sudden he felt her muscles contract, and a wave of pleasure washed over her and crashed into him. His own muscles grew tight as well, and he felt like at any moment he would explode or die, he wasn't sure which. He didn't think he could stand it anymore, the pleasure was just too intense; then suddenly it doubled, and he was drowning in it. Every cell of his body was flying apart, and now he was sure that he was going to die or maybe already had. There was no way anyone could survive this. He was pulsing and burning, exploding into her.

Slowly, the pleasure began to fade, and he became aware of Cerie's arms wrapped around him, making him realize that he was still alive, still in his skin. Shaking and drenched in sweat, he clung to her, trying to catch his breath, wondering what to say. She was kissing his forehead and stroking his hair, a satisfied smile on her face.

"Wow," was all she had to say.

"No kidding," he replied dumbly. He took her face in his hands and brought their lips together for a long, slow kiss. When he pulled away he was smiling shyly, "So when can we do it again?"

"I think I've created a monster," she laughed, pushing him down so she was laying on top of him on the couch.

After another round of even wilder lovemaking, they drifted off to sleep wrapped in Obi-Wan's cloak, the sappy play they were watching having ended long ago, their homework unfinished on the table beside them. They were so exhausted, so sound asleep that they didn't even notice when Cerie's Master came home to change before returning to the marathon Council meeting she had been at all evening.

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Qui-Gon silently crept out of Tahl's quarters just after dawn to return home to shower and change before heading off to morning meditation. He hesitated for a moment as he walked back out of their flat, contemplating waking Obi-Wan up early so he wouldn't miss his first class, but he decided to let him wake up on his own and headed out the door.

At lunchtime he and Tahl were just walking into the dining hall when Master Yaddle stepped in front of them. "Master Qui-Gon, speak to you in private I must," she said in an uncharacteristically irritated voice.

"Of course, Master," he replied, wondering at what he had done now. He told Tahl that he would return shortly, and he and the diminutive Council member stepped into a nearby classroom that was empty.

"Master Qui-Gon, a bad influence your Padawan has become. Corrupting my apprentice he is," she was beside herself with concern.

"Pardon me, Master?"

"Know you where young Obi-Wan was last night? Spoken with him today have you?"

"Of course, I know where he was; he was studying with Cerie. And he has been in class all morning so I haven't seen him yet today."

"Hmm! Studying!" Qui-Gon wouldn't have been surprised if steam had been coming out of her ears.

"I don't understand Master Yaddle," he said, trying to calm her down.

"When from the Council meeting I returned last night, know you what I found? Hmm? Asleep on the couch with my Padawan, your apprentice was," she said outraged. "At three in the morning!" she added.

"They probably just fell asleep doing their homework. I'm sure it was perfectly innocent," Qui-Gon explained.

"Innocent, you say! Wrapped in Obi-Wan's cloak they were, and IN_NOTHING_ELSE," she emphasized the last three words by stabbing her curved green finger at Qui-Gon. "On the floor were their clothes. Scandalous, it is."

Qui-Gon forced himself to make a troubled face; it was the only thing he could do to keep from laughing. "Please forgive my Padawan, Master Yaddle. I shall speak to him about this as soon as possible. It is a very serious matter."

"Thank you, Master Qui-Gon," she said, sounding a bit relieved. "Return to the Council meeting I must now." And she disappeared down the hall.

When Qui-Gon returned to the table, Tahl could tell that something was wrong. "What is it?" she asked.

"I'll tell you later," he told her, barely able to restrain his laughter. He saw Cerie walk in across the dining hall and excused himself again.

Qui-Gon returned to the empty classroom, this time with the apprentice. He stood there looking very stern as she squirmed guiltily under his gaze. "So young lady, I believe that you should be congratulated," he said with a smile.

She sat for a moment, puzzled. Then it hit her, and her eyes grew wide and her cheeks turned bright red. He knew! "Master Qui-Gon, I can explain," she stammered.

"No need," he smiled, "but I thought I would warn you that your Master knows, so be prepared." He turned and headed for the door. He had already turned the corner when he peeked his head back into the classroom, "By the way Cerie, thank you."

If only Yaddle were that understanding, she mused.

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Obi-Wan knew he had just failed a test, but, despite that, he had never been happier in his life. He saw Cerie across the classroom and smiled at her, but she looked too concerned to smile back. Maybe she was tired, he thought. So was he, but he didn't mind. The second that class was over, he tried to make his way over to see her, but she took off, so he headed back to his room.

Qui-Gon was sitting on the couch reading when Obi-Wan arrived home. "So how did your test go?" Qui-Gon asked.

"Umm, I could have done better," Obi-Wan replied truthfully. Qui-Gon looked up from his holobook and eyed him suspiciously.

"Is everything alright, Padawan? You look... different," Qui-Gon said, barely containing a wicked smile.

Obi-Wan's face dropped to his knees. How could he know? Do I look different? A million questions raced through his mind.

"Never mind," Qui-Gon said, pretending to change the subject. He saw a hint of relief on his Padawan's face as he plopped down on the couch beside him, but Qui-Gon had no intention of letting him off that easy. "So, did you have a nice evening last night?" He was really going to enjoy tormenting him for at least the next few hours, then he would take him out to celebrate.

"Umm, uh, er...I" was the only reply that Obi-Wan could come up with.

"See, you're already becoming a primitive, barbaric beast. Congratulations! So, how was it?"

Obi-Wan's eyes were wide in shock, and it took a minute to get his mouth to work again. He had been dying to tell someone about it, and he couldn't think of anyone better to share his elation with than his Master, his best friend. Finally, he got up the courage to speak. "Umm, it was incredible!" he said with a not-so-innocent-anymore smile.