Title: Painful Illusions

Author: Cerulean Blue

Rating: It will be NC-17, this part is prolly PG-13

Category: It actually has a plot. Angsty, romancy. Clone Wars.

Disclaimer: Well, if you'd let Obi-Wan get some action, we wouldn't have a
problem Uncle George ;) I don't own him...I'll give him back.

Summary: Healing from a battle injury, General Kenobi falls for his healer.
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The sound of blaster fire rang out over the battlefield. General Kenobi was
leading an offensive charge over the plains of Yavin IV, and men were dying
left and right. Since the army was cloned, every man had a number. Every
once in a while, a Jedi commander was brought in, bringing relief to the
tired faces of healers, sick of seeing the same face over and over.

War was hell, and it was evident especially when padawans were out in the
field dragging bodies in to be healed. Master Healers were harried, not
knowing whether to come or go. Most of the minor injuries were sent to the
regular doctors, saving the Healers time and energy.

Danae Thracia made her third body run of the day, her heart leaping into her
throat when she saw a black-clad figure go down after a stray rocket grazed
his thigh and hip. She ran and scooped him up with a strength she didn't
know she had, laying him gently down behind a rock outcropping in order to
set his leg.

She ripped his pants, seeing that the nasty burn and shrapnel had ripped
through his skin, leaving a jagged mark. His eyes opened and closed, and he
seemed to be fading out.

"Don't die on me, damn it!" Obi-Wan nodded weakly, taking in the woman's
face. He knew she was Jedi from the sheer strength in her body when she'd
carried him and her overwhelming aura. He nearly bolted when he felt the
whisper of a long, thin braid touch his cheek. She wasn't even a
full-fledged Healer yet. She was a padawan, close to knighthood to be sure,
but a padawan nonetheless. What type of galaxy was it that made mere
children go out and drag in the dead?

Danae poured her healing energy into him, trying to make him heal enough to
walk back to the temporary medivac unit they had set up. She needed all her
strength to bury the dead.

"C'mon," she glanced at his ID Tag and gulped. He was "the" general.
General Kenobi. "C'mon, General Kenobi...stay with me.." Her eyes floated
above his, and he tried to focus in on the blue orbs, tried to ignore the
pain shooting through his body. He stood, leaning heavily on the healer,
and hobbled back to the medivac. He watched her as she ran back to the
field, dodging blaster fire from the Trade Federation's droids. The last
thing he saw before he passed out was her flaming red hair, sweeping over
her face as she tended to the dying.
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Obi-Wan knew he was dead. Being in this much pain *must* warrant death. He
tried to shift in the narrow cot he was placed in back at headquarters, but
realized he was completely immobilized. He craned his head to check for
signs of life, but found none. Resigned to solitary bedrest, he flopped
back onto the pillow, hoping that the searing pain in his thigh would heal
quickly and he could get back into action.

"Feeling better, General?" A redhead poked her head in between the privacy
curtains surrounding his bed. He smiled weakly and noticed that she was
really a beautiful woman, albeit stressed and distracted.

"Yeah, I just want out of here. What exactly happened?" Danae sighed and
decided to give him the bad news already. No sense in dancing around the
issue.

"Well, sir, the injury you sustained was the result of a rocket tearing your
flesh. As much as I'd like to say you can leave, you can't. The healers
have done all they can, Master Healer Tallis even worked on you personally.

Obi-Wan gulped. If Master Healer Tallis hadn't been able to heal him
immediately, then no one could. Corvia Tallis was the strongest healer the
Temple had, and would be on the Council if she hadn't turned down Windu's
nomination. Truth be told, she was much happier in the Healing Temple,
being with her not-so-secret lover, Wil Straylighter.

"So I'm left here to convalesce under the care of a Padawan?" He watched as
the woman's smile faded. He hadn't meant to be snippy, but somehow his
voice came out that way. He was frustrated and ready to get back to the
field.

"For your information, I would be in the Trials right this moment if I
hadn't insisted overseeing your care. I'm the best healer the Temple has
had in a while, Master Tallis included." Her blue eyes began to flame with
righteous anger and she placed a hand on her hip, challenging Obi-Wan.

"Sorry...uh, I didn't catch your name." Obi-Wan felt himself blushing,
knowing that this woman, although younger and smaller than he, had put him
in his place.

"Danae," she said icily, "Danae Thracia. Apprentice to Master Aini Dee.
Anything else?" Obi-Wan felt her anger with him, knowing he'd offended her
earlier. He grinned and was secretly satisfied when she grinned back. He
liked how she didn't take anything off him, even though he was a revered
knight and a general. She treated him like anyone else who came under her
care, and it warmed his heart. He was sick of the burecracy, the sucking up
because of his rank or looks.

He then felt her hands probing under the gauze over his leg. She was trying
to see if infection had set in, but somehow it seemed more of a friendly
touch. He watched enraptured as her deft fingers poured healing energy into
his wound, willing the jagged edges to knit together with no more than a
touch and a thought.

Healers were often overlooked in the general view of the Jedi, most people
looking to the warriors as the important figures. But, healing was a talent
that many weren't able to master...the ability to be so in tune with someone
else's midichlorians to instruct them in the repairs of the wonder that was
the human body.

"All done, for today at least. Looks good. I'll see you tomorrow morning
bright and early for some physical therapy." Danae turned to exit, her
chin-length hair spinning in a flaming whirl.

"I'll be glad of the company." Obi-Wan called out behind her.

"After your first session, you won't be."
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Danae met her friends and fellow padawans in the makeshift cantina the brass
had set up for a couple drinks. The group was carefree and uninhibited,
knowing that with each dawning day new threats arose. For now, however,
they discussed Danae's new patient.

"So, what's it like, treating the General?" Ana Thamsd flipped her auburn
hair back behind her shoulders and got a feral gleam in her eye. The
General was one piece of prime meat.

"Well, he seems nice enough. Basically he's stuck on himself, thinkin' he's
the Force's gift to women." Danae took a sip of her Coruscanti rum runner,
thinking that she might need something a little stronger after her first
therapy session with the General. She was patient, but she wasn't *that*
patient.

"Isn't he?" Cerie mused breathlessly. She'd had an intense crush on the man
ever since he gave her extra help in sabre practice. Being a Healer, she
didn't necessarily have to be the world's best in fighting, but Cerie had no
talent whatsoever. The only way she'd passed the trials last week was
through Obi-Wan's hours of training.

"No, I mean, I suppose he's marginally attractive..." Danae mumbled
noncommittally, not wanting her friends to have the satisfaction of teasing
her.

"Oh hell, Danae, even your MASTER has a crush on the man!" Sarie Sarahmn
slammed her hand on the small table and looked to the other two members of
their little club, Ashlana Willows and Kristla Kayan. Both agreed fervently
that yes, Danae was an idiot, and yes, the General was the Force's gift to
women. Danae shot them all a look of disgust and stalked to her room.

The healers all exchanged glances and shrugged, collectively thinking, "She
wants him. Bad."
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Danae tossed and turned in her bed, the earlier events with the General and
later her friends going through her mind. She wasn't in love with him. She
only had affection for him as a patient. Really.

*Then why are you worrying your brains out over him? Get a grip, girl, or
you'll never be able to help the man heal.* Sithspit. She hadn't thought
about that. The fact that she'd be spending eight to ten hours with him
daily, helping him learn to move his healing leg and giving him long baths
in the whirlpools. She had to view him objectively.

After struggling with her demons, Danae finally slipped into dreamless
sleep, dreading that she'd ever taken on this hefty assignment.
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Obi-Wan wanted five more minutes. He didn't *want* to wake up at the crack
of dawn. But, Danae was being persistent, so he finally graced her with a
look. Not a nice look, to be sure, but a look nonetheless.

"I'm up, I'm up..." He saw she was perfectly dressed, and apparently ready
for something painful.

"Yeah, I can see that. First things first, I'm going to help you move your
leg some." Danae helped him lift it and go through a few motions. He
grimaced a bit but held on to his resolve. After an hour, he was crying.

"Gods, that hurts. Shit...Danae!" Obi-Wan gritted his teeth, knowing she
did it on purpose. Nothing therapeutic could hurt that much. Danae's eyes
widened, realizing his pain, and she quickly laid her healing touch on him.

"I'm so sorry. I pushed you too far...thought you were ready. Force, how
could I be so stupid. Sorry, General. Won't happen again." Obi-Wan
mumbled something that she didn't quite hear and she leaned closer to his
lips to hear.

"What?" she asked.

"Obi-Wan. Call me Obi-Wan."

Danae was touched. He wanted her to know him on a personal basis, the first
step to recovery. Maybe healing the General wouldn't be as hard as she
thought. Besides, he was sort of cute in a I-love-to-boss-people kind of
way. Maybe she could learn to like him, be his friend. It wasn't like she
was throwing herself at his feet or anything.

But damn, she wanted to. And that was a problem. Jedi could have
relationships, sure, but it wasn't exactly looked upon favorably. Besides,
the great Obi-Wan Kenobi wouldn't think a lowly padawan healer like her was
worth anything, would he?
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Obi-Wan tried to get comfortable in his narrow bed and mused over the day's
earlier events. Danae had actually seemed sorry for pushing him too far
during therapy, something that made Obi-Wan feel good...knowing that she
cared for him at least professionally.

But, he felt the twinges of something more than friendly tickle his thoughts
of Danae. Something more like lust. The way her hair swung when she
turned, the way her deft fingers probed his wounds and warmed them with her
healing touch. Her laugh, when she decided to grace him with it, was enough
to make a sith lord denounce the Dark side. But, it was merely physical
attraction..nothing more, nothing less. He appreciated her as a person,
sure, but as a woman, more.

He was interrupted in his thoughts by another young woman, this one however,
was recently knighted and very familiar with Obi-Wan. He'd helped train her
when her Master had fallen ill and had been the sole reason she'd passed the
trials. Cerie had come to thank him personally and check up on his
well-being.

"Hello, Master Kenobi. Feeling any better?" Cerie sat down on the edge of
his bed and forced herself to breathe. He was gorgeous, yes, but he was
also out of her reach.

Obi-Wan smiled. She still had a crush on him. Cerie was cute, with her big
aqua eyes and golden brown hair, but she was too tiny and submissive for his
tastes. He regarded her as a little sister and felt like he had to protect
her. She'd always had a thing for Qui-Gon, and was devasted when he died.
Somehow through her grief she came to love Obi-Wan as a dear friend, even if
she felt intimidated by him.

"Much. You look different. What is it?" Obi-Wan cocked his head playfully
as if trying to discern what was different about her appearance. Cerie
looked indignant, knowing he was playing.

"You know...look at my hair!" Obi-Wan laughed, realizing she looked like a
landed fish when she was angry.

"Yeah, you're braidless. So, how does it feel to be a real Jedi?" Obi-Wan
fingered the silky, now braidless hair of his friend/protogé.

"Wonderful. My 'sabre blade is blue, of course." Obi-Wan laughed. Cerie
had been an orphan on Alderaan when discovered by the temple and had
actually named herself after her favorite color.

"Obi-Wan? You like Danae, don't you." Cerie prided herself on being able
to actually accomplish her little *mission.* Everyone knew that Danae was
gaga for the General even if she wouldn't admit it, but her friends thought
it wise to test the waters before actually trying to set something up
between the two of them.

Obi-Wan gulped. He wasn't about to admit to her friend that he thought she
had a hot body and would like to fuck her, but a long-term relationship was
out of the question. What girl wants to hear that? He tried to defuse his
response in order to say he was interested, but not committed.

"Well, she's a good therapist. And, she's got a wonderful sense of
humor..." Obi-Wan felt himself blushing..he couldn't lie to Cerie, no one
could lie to Cerie. That little innocent piece of baggage had gotten his
own Master tied in knots, he wanting to fuck her but afraid that she'd be
hurt if it ever went bad. Right now she was boring into him with those huge
eyes, looking like a child who wanted to know why you forgot her birthday.

"Thanks, Obi-Wan. Get better, would ya? Danae's comin' back around three
to get you in the whirlpool. It'll make you feel tons better, cause
therapy's a bitch." With that, Cerie left to inform everyone of the "recent
developments."

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Danae grabbed a sandwich and went over her caseload. She had three clones
to tend to with blaster wounds, the General, and a padawan healer that had
been caught in the crossfire. The joys of war.

She started with Jay, her healer, knowing she'd need him up and about within
the next few days. His chest wound was superficial, but painful. She
worked on him, making small talk. The whirlpool was excellent for helping
heal burns and most superficial battle wounds. It would also be beneficial
with the General's deep laceration.

"How's it goin, Jay?" Danae frowned when she saw him wince during the
whirlpool treatment. Being this sensitive meant his wound was deeper than
she thought. More treatment, less time to do it in.

"Good, considering. Cerie still doesn't know I'm alive, though. Don't know
what it is about her and Master Jinn." Jay's brown eyes reflected his
intense frustration over loving a woman who was in love with the past.

Danae squeezed his shoulder affectionately, trying to imbue him with some
confidence. "She'll come around, Jay...I promise. Cerie's just enamored of
a man that was larger than life. Show her you're real..you're there for
her. She won't be able to resist you. All done." She helped the gangly
healer dry off and get into his robe. Jay was a cute guy, but Danae was a
professional. Her patients weren't sexual objects. That's when she saw
him.

Cerie was wheeling General Kenobi into the whirlpool area for therapy. He
was already in his robe, and it gapped open slightly revealing his golden,
muscled chest. Danae found herself fantasizing about trailing her lips
along that chest, following it as it tapered down into his narrow hips and
strong thighs.

*Stop it!* she thought to herself. She wouldn't want to be broadcasting
when she was having to massage the soreness out of those thighs. This was
going to be a test of her mettle.

/You're broadcasting, Danae. I'm flattered, really./ Danae jumped at the
sound of his rich baritone in her mind. She nearly melted right then and
there, knowing he knew her thoughts.

/Get out of my head, you crazy lout! I want to be professional, and you're
making it very difficult./ Danae and Cerie lowered him into the pool, both
women taking longer than normal to admire the hard muscle that was the
General.

/Screw professional. Cerie's leaving. Touch me, Danae. Touch me like you
do in your dreams./ Obi-Wan smiled then, amused at the blush creeping over
Danae's fair skin.

/What do you know about my dreams? I've never dreamed about a conceited,
self-centered narcissist! You think you're the Force's gift to women, but
let me tell you, you aren't. Why, you aren't even CUTE! Your chin is far
too large, your eyes are off-center and that horrendous puke green
color...." Danae railed in her mind, getting annoyed at the fact that
Obi-Wan was laughing.

/Well, I've dreamed of you. Your soft, creamy skin bare against mine, your
hair tickling my thighs as you take me in your mouth. Your perfect
breasts.../ Obi-Wan stretched languidly in the pool, water droplets
trickling down his chisled torso.

/Oh shut up! Sithspit, you're the single most annoying man I've ever met.
Do you ever think of anything besides battle plans and sex?/ Danae was
massaging his injured thigh now, coming dangerously close to his crotch.
*Not intentionally.* she told herself in lieu of justification. She was
curious though. Force knows she was dying to know what he felt like.

"So find out." he whispered, his voice raspy. Apparently she hadn't
shielded well enough and her latest thoughts had slipped through. Danae
found her hand sliding towards him, and then she stopped herself.

"NO! I won't do this. I won't be some prize for you to win. I'm going to
make you writhe...I'm going to lead you on until you can't hold back your
passion and then leave. I'm...I'm..." Just then, he grabbed her face and
kissed her, tongue twining with hers in a passionate embrace. She broke it
off and did what she'd wanted to do since she met him: slap him hard across
the face.

"It was worth it, you know. You're beautiful when you're angry." Once
again, Obi-Wan was twisting her thoughts around with that honeyed voice of
his. Danae was in for a long couple of weeks.
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The kiss. It haunted her every waking moment, and, to tell the truth, Danae
was damn sick of it. She would never admit to herself that she wanted it as
much as he did, and tried to hide behind an aura of professionalism.

Obi-Wan, meanwhile, had become more tolerable, but he was still the cocky
bastard she'd originally met. However, his attempts to be civil had given
him somewhat a higher regard in Danae's book.

She had made her rounds for the day and was about to head to the cantina for
a drink when she realized that he was probably lonely and dying for some
attention. She picked up a cake and headed over to his "room."

"How ya feelin, Obi?" Danae plopped down into the tiny chair next to his
bed and watched his eyes roll at her presence.

"I thought I already suffered through your presence today." he shot in his
overly-cultured voice. That same voice could be full of life and happiness
if he was caught in the proper mood, but now it was dripping with acidic
sarcasm.

"Hey, I brought you a cake. Chocolate cake." Danae opened the box and took
a whiff of it. "Mmmm...chocolate frosting.." She trailed her hand through
the icing and slathered it on Obi-Wan's nose. He laughed then, licking the
chocolate from Danae's fingers and suckling them a bit longer than
necessary.

"Mmm...Danae." Obi-Wan saw her blue eyes widen at his implications and he
merely replied with a nibble on her thumb. She sighed, and removed her
hand, licking off the remaining chocolate and relishing Obi-Wan's taste.

"You know, this little interlude of yours won't last long. You're nearly
well." Danae emphasized her point by poking his thigh, nodding when she
noticed him flinch only slightly.

"You mean to tell me that this...this is just a painful illusion? That you
don't feel anything for me? Danae, I've never loved anyone before. I love
you. At least, I think I love you. How can you explain the fact that I
want to be around you all the time even when you're cold to me?" Obi-Wan's
voice took on a pleading note and Danae found herself unable to tear her
eyes away from his breathtaking face.

She put the cake aside and slid her chair closer to his bed, trying to gauge
his response when she ran her hand through his hair. He sighed, and planted
a kiss on her wrist.

"I don't want to fall for you, General Kenobi. You'll hurt me. Maybe not
intentionally, but I don't want to give my heart to a man who may or may not
die the next day. I just wish we could have met somewhere different..."
Her speech was cut off by his mouth on hers, dueling in a way only he knew
how. He dragged her on top of him as best he could, reveling in the feel of
her light body over his. Her breasts were crushed against his chest and he
brushed them lightly with his thumbs. He snaked his hands down her waist
and squeezed her buttox, effectively crushing her against his crotch. She
gasped, realizing that he was hard for *her.* She wiggled on him, ready to
give herself to him, reaching for her tunic...

"Mast...oh dear." Sienn and Rayna, two new padawans fresh from the temple,
came into the enclosure. Danae instantly rolled off Obi-Wan, embarassed
that she'd let her libido think for her.

"Yes?" she addressed the padawans curtly. Wait until THIS got around the
camp.

"Uh, we heard noises and we thought Master Kenobi was in distress. We'll be
leaving now." With that, both girls left, giggling furiously.

Danae turned her gaze onto Obi-Wan, giving him a harsh glare.

"Don't ever do that to me again. I...I lost control." She turned to leave,
but Obi-Wan stopped her.

"No. I love you, damnit. If you didn't return my feelings, I'd understand.
But I don't understand denying yourself the pleasure. We could be so
good, Danae. Give me a chance?" His mouth quirked up in a pleading gesture
and Danae left, knowing she wouldn't be able to resist him for long.
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"What do you mean you lost control? You should have lost control weeks
ago...you're an idiot, Danae. An utter idiot." Ana shook Danae's shoulders
and tried to make the woman realize that any woman would KILL to be in her
position.

"But, Ana...it isn't right. He's using me. Besides, I care for him, more
than anything. I wouldn't want to be attached to him and he leave me. Or,
worse yet, die in battle. I couldn't survive. When I love, Ana, I love
with every fiber of my being. And I honestly love him." Danae sighed
heavily and slumped in her chair. She poured a shot of Nubian firewater and
tried to relax.

"Why don't you love me, then?" Danae whirled around to find Obi-Wan
standing behind her, blue-green eyes glowing with desire and affection. He
was limping slightly, but overall walking very well. From a medical
standpoint, she was quite pleased to see him like this. But, from a
personal standpoint, she was angry that he'd eavesdropped on her
conversation with Ana. Ana, seeing her distress, left the scene, hoping to
fuel a change in Danae's tense relationship with the Jedi knight.

"Because you don't love me back." Danae felt like crying. She ached for
him to love her, to cherish her. However, in her heart of hearts, she knew
he could never love her back. Jedi didn't love.

"Look at me, Danae." She turned and looked into his eyes. "I'm going to
open myself up to you...completely. Form a mental bond with me, but drop
every one of your shields. I'll do the same and prove that I love you."
Obi-Wan pulled a chair in front of Danae and took her hands in his.

As soon as she dropped her shields, thousands of images bombarded her brain:
fantasies, desires, wishes. She saw herself through his eyes, she was
beautiful...achingly beautiful. She saw how he'd make love to her: slow and
passionate, fast and furious. And, most of all, she saw his love. It
weaved through his thoughts like a gossamer thread tying a spider's web
together. In everything he'd ever said to her, the love was present. She
traced it back to its source, finding that he'd loved her since she rescued
him on the battlefield. He loved her. Her. It was more than she could
grasp at that moment.

She broke off the bond, panting heavily. Obi-wan took her into his arms and
soothed her raw emotions. She was still questioning why he was in love with
her, oblivious to her charms and beauty. He tilted her face up towards his
and saw unshed tears shining in their blue depths. It was then he kissed
her.

He poured his heart into the kiss, trying to convey every emotion he'd ever
felt for her into one heart-pounding moment. She delved into his mouth with
passion, trying to touch his very soul. Their tongues twined and writhed
for a long moment before Obi-Wan broke it off. He nibbled her bottom lip
and rubbed her nose with his, relishing the moment of closeness.

"I love you. More than anything." he murmurred into her ear.

"I know" was her only reply.

This part is rated NC-17
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Obi-Wan smiled. He'd finally confessed his true feelings to Danae a few
hours earlier and was surprised to learn she felt the same. The downside to
the whole situation was that, since he was well, he was able to go back into
battle. He was expected to report to Master Windu at 0900 hours tomorrow
morning.

He threw on the bathrobe that Cerie had thoughtfully provided for him and
tried to walk off some of his insomnia. It wouldn't do for him to fall
asleep during Mace's briefing in the morning. He wandered the corridors of
Yavin IV Medicorps Headquarters with no real aim in mind. He eventually
found himself in the residence halls where healers attempted to get snatches
of sleep between battles.

A white-clad figure turned the corner and slammed into him. Obi-Wan started
in surprise and found that his assailant was none other than Danae.

"Can't sleep?" Danae opened the door to her room and invited Obi-Wan in for
a cup of tea. Obi-Wan gratefully accepted, wanting to spend as much time as
possible with Danae before having to go back out to the field.

While she heated the kettle, she addressed Obi-Wan's insomnia with all the
professional concern that she as a healer could never quite turn off.

"Why can't you sleep? In pain? Feel sick? Just restless? I have some
sleeping pills in my medicine cabinet if you'd like them. Feel free."
Danae rubbed her neck, fidgeting in the presence of this
startingly-attractive man. Her sarcasm used to be a shield for her, but now
that they'd professed their feelings, she had no such protection. She was
grateful for the distraction of the wailing kettle. She poured them both a
cup of tea and sweetened them with honey she'd snatched from Ashlana's
private stash.

"Actually, I was thinking of you." he drawled in his cultured voice. "I
have to report to Master Windu in the morning for battle plans and
reassignment. I won't be seeing you for quite a while, at least until
Harvest. I wanted to spend some time with you. Why are you awake,
praytell?"

Oh, where did she begin? She was wound tighter than a child's toy, ready to
explode with the tension that the change in their relationship had caused.
Aloud, however, she merely mentioned that she was too busy to sleep.

"Too busy to sleep? For the sake of the Force, let me help you. C'mere."
Danae sat next to him on the sofa, instantly relaxing when he began to
massage her temples. He filled her with the Force, trying to induce her
into sleep, but all he managed to do was turn her on even more. She twisted
in his embrace and pressed a chaste kiss to his perfect lips.

"Mmm...thank you, Obi-Wan." Danae shifted to straddle his lap. "How can I
ever repay you?" She wiggled a bit, causing his face to stiffen along with
other parts of his body.

"Why, Padawan Thracia, I do believe you're trying to seduce me. Want to
know a secret?" Obi-Wan spoke this last sentence into her ear, eliciting a
shiver that traveled from her neck to her toes.

"Yes." she whispered breathlessly.

"You're succeeding." Obi-Wan scooped her into his arms and headed towards
her bedroom. He deposited her on the bed and turned to strip off his robe.
Once naked, he turned, expecting to find Danae lying there, but she was
gone.

She snuck up behind him and threw him on the bed, straddling him with her
strong thighs.

"General Kenobi, I'm in charge here. Don't you ever forget that." She
pinned his arms over his head and held them with the Force. She moved down
the length of his body, tasting every inch of his golden skin with teasing
nips and kisses. He was stretched before her languidly, like a caged jungle
cat full of grace and power.

Her lips found his navel, and delved inside to taste him more fully. He
groaned as those same lips traveled down and blew raspberries over his hips.
She dilligently avoided his straining cock, until he thrust upwards
seeking the release only her mouth could bring. Danae smiled and brought
her lips down over his erection, teasing the underside of his shaft with her
tongue. She worked out an easy rhythm, swirling over the head, swallowing
him, tickling his base with her teeth. Finally, as he began to shake, she
pulled off of him and slammed onto him with her own desire.

She rode him desparately, not wanting the moment to end. He shook with
release, firing into her in jets of hot semen. He grasped her hips with his
fingers, leaving marks that she would be all too proud of. Finally, as a
shock to herself, she began to quake around him. Spent, she rolled off him
and curled into his side to salvage the rest of the all-too-short night.

"Danae? I'll miss you." Obi-Wan murmurred into her hair.

"I will too, Obi-Wan. I will too."
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