Summary: Distance takes its toll... even on the General

Disclaimer: All characters belong to George Lucas, S'leena is mine

Notes: This little piece of smut was born of watching one particular scene in
"Nora" far too many times. If you haven't seen this Ewan treasure, go rent
it. James Joyce might have been a strange person, but Ewan does him justice!
(More notes at the end of the story)

(If the itallics don't work .. everything in ~~ ~~ are S'leena's words)

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General Obi-Wan Kenobi sighed as he entered his quarters, hoping he never had
to see a mission briefing or defense strategy again. Foolish he knew,
especially in the middle of a war, but still, a man could dream, couldn't he?

Groaning in relief, he slid onto the soft sofa, closing his eyes as he leaned
his head back against the plush material, feeling the dull headache he'd had
all afternoon finally receding. As he focused on clearing his mind, using the
Force to calm and soothe his tired muscles, he found himself uttering a groan
as he heard the beep signaling someone was at his door.

He opened one eye to look at the chrono on the table next to him, realizing
that any message at this hour could not be a good one. With a small sigh, he
dragged his tired body from the sofa and walked to the door, hitting the
panel to open it with a weary look of resignation.

He was pleasantly surprised to find a young man, not a commanding officer,
standing there, holding a small holochip. He tried not to be amused at the
expression of nervousness that appeared on the boy's features as he looked
him straight in the eye.

"General sir, I have a message for you," the young man offered in a hesitant
voice, almost as if he were afraid of the answer.

"Thank you," Obi-Wan murmured, not with little amusement as the young man
scurried off as soon as he'd handed over the chip. It seemed his reputation
was alive and well among the crew. No one, it was rumored, liked to disturb
the General after a long days work. He had to admire the courage of the young
man who dared brave his supposed wrath.

Chuckling under his breath, feeling a little better at knowing nothing major
was amiss, he punched the button on the panel, hearing the whir of the door
as it slid closed behind him. He moved back to the sofa, turning the chip
over in his hand, noting it looked rather ordinary, no special markings
designating it as an important message.

He settled down against the cushions, reaching for his data pad and slipping
the small chip inside. As the image floated to life before him, he found his
heart beating a little faster, his smile turning natural as the beautiful
woman materialized before him, her lush voice flowing over him in waves.

~~ My dear General, it has been far too long since we last talked. And since
I hear nothing but tales of your endless battles, I thought you might be in
need of a more pleasant distraction tonight. ~~

S'leena.

He sighed as he gazed into her large, sultry blue eyes. Her dark mane of hair
fell around her shoulders in ringlets and waves, framing her heart shaped
face. Soft, full lips that were made to be under his, or running eagerly
across his body, tempting him from this recorded message.

He felt arousal begin to permeate his system as he let her seductive voice
weave around him, realizing it had been almost a month since he had heard
from her. She was a pilot, commanding her own squadron nearly a galaxy away,
so it was rare she had time to contact him.

But when she did, her messages were almost always of the most pleasant sort.
And if past history proved anything, of a very private sort as well.

Settling back against the couch, he allowed himself to fall under the
hypnotic seduction of her sly gaze and melodious voice.

~~ Are you thinking about me Obi-Wan? Remembering the last time we were
together? Remembering how it felt to touch each other? Remembering how we
screamed each other's names in that final, passionate moment? ~~

Obi-Wan couldn't hold back a groan as his mind began to fill with images of
their last encounter. Her hair spread across his pillow as his lips ran a
torturous path from her collarbone to the valley between her breasts. The
soft mewl of his name as he took a nipple into his mouth and worried it with
his teeth, feeling her arch against him in unrestrained passion.

His body grew tense and hard, his desire swelling at the images she was
provoking. Unable to help himself, he found his hand sliding to the bulge
that was growing in his trousers. He moaned as he pressed his hand against
his erection through the thin material, feeling himself harden even more at
the slight pressure. He began to move his hand up and down against the
material as S'leena's soft voice went on. He tried to keep his eyes open,
wanting to see the beauty before him, but the passion surging through him
forced them closed.

~~ Are you touching yourself now lover? Are you stroking yourself, feeling
how hard you are for me? I'm imagining how hard you feel against my hands as
I stroke your desire. I want to feel the heat of your flesh under mine as my
lips run over your shaft, sucking lightly, just enough to make you moan my
name as a whisper or a plea. I want to feel my body pressed against yours, my
breasts rubbing against your chest, making you cry out, begging me for more.
~~

Obi-Wan couldn't help the cry that left his lips as he felt his desire rise
and fill, nearly painful as it strained against the material of his trousers.
With another small moan, he loosened the strings at his waist and slid his
hand inside, feeling his body shudder as he cupped the burning flesh in his
hand. Closing his fingers around his staff, he began to stroke himself with
long, smooth motions, wanting to drag out the pleasure as long as he could,
S'leena's voice the only stimulation he needed.

~~ I want to be inside you, to feel you pounding into me as you moan my name
in ecstasy. I want to feel you shudder as I close in around you, so tight and
warm you never want to leave. I want to hear you moan as I cry out your name,
begging you to take me harder, faster, deeper. ~~

Obi-Wan was lost in a haze of pleasure as his strokes sped up and his desire
spiraled. He could feel S'leena's long, luscious legs wrapped around his
waist, could feel her heat enveloping him in an inferno of need and desire.
Could hear her cries and moans as he pushed her deeper into the mattress with
the power of his thrusts, unable to feel anything but the ecstasy closing in
around him.

~~ Oh Obi-Wan, I can feel you, I can feel you touching me, feel you inside
me, I need you so badly my lover! Can you feel me clench around you? Can you
hear my scream of passion as you find your release? ~~

His head fell back, his lips open as he gasped for breath, lost entirely in
the desire he could feel reaching its peak. One final, hard stroke brought
him over the edge and with a cry of her name, he felt the warm stickiness of
his release spurt from him, his body jerking in reflex reaction to the
exquisite pleasure swamping his body.

It took him several minutes to return to the conscious world around him.

With a small moan, he opened his eyes, noting the mess he'd made, but not
really caring. His body was still filled with a relaxation that only S'leena
could bring to him, even if it was simply through a holomessage. Smiling, he
heard soft laughter as he dragged his gaze back to the image shimmering in
front of him.

If it was possible, she looked even more beautiful, a smile of satisfaction
on her lovely features.

~~ And that's only a taste of what you'll get when we finally meet again
Obi-Wan. Remember, and hurry back to me my love. ~~

With those words and a quickly blown kiss, her image faded from view as the
message ended. For a moment, he felt a terrible ache of longing, realizing he
had no idea when he would see her again. But that was quickly replaced by a
sense of calm, something in the Force telling him they would cross paths
again.

Until then however, he was going to have to be content with these passionate
messages, whenever they could get them through.

Smiling, feeling more relaxed than he had in days, he straightened himself up
and reached for the datapad and a fresh new chip.

An evil grin crossed his face as he imagined how much fun it was going to be
to turn the tables on his lover.

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End

Notes Part 2:
Okay, the scene in "Nora" is James Joyce (Ewan) reading a pretty damn
erotic letter from his "mistress/wife" Nora. He definately enjoys it. Then
she enjoys his response. See the movie, you won't be disappointed!