Corla scribbled on her datapad while half-heartedly listening to Lalei go on
about the wonders of Anakin Skywalker. Corla knew that "Ani's" heart
belonged to the reserved, but kind Senator Padmé Amidala, but allowed Lalei
her fantasies. Besides, when 'Lei was talking about Anakin, she wasn't
discussing the size of Master Kenobi's cock.

"He has the DREAMIEST blue eyes, Cor! And that grin...I could just melt at
the sight of him." Lalei resumed braiding Corla's long auburn hair for the
Council meeting. Corla had never been before the Jedi Council prior to
today's meeting, and was feeling very apprehensive. Her master, Jedi Knight
Obi-Wan Kenobi, insisted that the meeting was nothing more than a "check-up"
on their progress in the master-padawan relationship. That relationship
didn't bother her, it was their private one that could never be found out.

"Gotta go Lei. See you soon, I hope. Lemme know if you catch that
Skywalker, all right?" Corla ran to catch her master, who was already
trudging up the tower to meet with the Council. She caught him about
halfway, and panted beside him noisily for about ten minutes.

"All right, Cor'? I assume we'll be getting a mission from the Council."
Obi-Wan bent to place a kiss on his padawan/lover's cheek, a common enough
gesture between masters and students to go unnoticed. However, between he
and Corla, it signified something more intense and uncontrollable.
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Council

Mace Windu scratched his bare chin and sent a sidelong glance towards Knight
Adi Gallia, one of the few women on the Jedi Council. She sensed that
something more was going on between Master Kenobi and Padawan La'ant than
met the eye. Little did she know, she was right.

Adi cleared her throat and addressed the pair. "Master Kenobi, you and your
padawan will be going to Kessel to mediate the dispute between the Trade
Federation and the Independent Spice Miners. War is on the brink, Jedi. We
must prevent it." With that, Adi deferred to Master Windu.

"You'll be there in a strictly diplomatic capacity. Contact the Council
immediately if things turn torwards what Anakin liked to call, 'agressive
negotiations.' May the Force be with you." Kenobi bowed, and signaled his
padawan to do the same. They had a lot of work to do if they were to pack
for a trip to the far-off Outer Rim planet of Kessel.
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Space Cruiser

"Cor? C'mere." Obi-Wan's honeyed voice was slicked over by good Coruscanti
wine. He normally didn't drink, but as they were going to be on a ship for
at least a week, he figured he wouldn't be encountering any adversaries any
time soon.

"Master, you're drunk." Corla slipped into his lap and removed the wine
bottle from his hands. She kissed him, sliding into the pleasant haze of
lust. She felt his fingers probe the edge of her waistband, slipping down
her panties to brush against her warm center.

Corla nearly melted at his touch, but held her resolve. They were on a
diplomatic mission and there were other people present. They might be seen
at any moment.

"MASTER!" she whispered harshly, "PROTOCOL!" Obi-Wan chuckled and
continued. As his ministrations became more hurried, Corla found herself
thrilled by the prospect of actually being caught. The only things around
were droids anyway, as the other crew members had already gone to sleep.
Suddenly, the appearance of the pilot put a stop to their fun.

"Blast, this is why I hate flying." Obi-Wan grumbled.
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Kessel

Corla listened to the endless debates between the Miners and the Trade
Federation's Viceroy, Nute Gunray. Instead of taking copious notes while
her Master mediated the negotiations, she wrote down idle fantasies of just
what she wanted to do when they got off this rock. Every once in a while,
she began to project her thoughts too loudly and Obi-Wan stumbled on his
words, his face turning red with embarassment.

The tension during the endless meetings rose, until it was nearly palpable,
nearly tactile and real. Corla found herself sneaking peeks at her Master
as if she had never bedded him before. In fact, Obi-Wan found himself doing
the same to his young padawan. Finally, it was time to leave Kessel and its
healing spice behind, the Federation and the Miners reaching a tentative
agreement.
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Ship home

Master Kenobi began pawing on Corla as soon as they got behind a closed door
in the small space cruiser.

"No, Master, PROTOCOL!" Corla begged him to stop before they were caught
and separated permanantly.

"Fuck protocol. Fuck the Council and its rules. I just want you."
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