Author: Cerulean Blue

Characters: Obi-Wan and Corla La'ant

Rating: It's Cerie, of course its NC-17:)

Category: Smut

Disclaimer: Once again, I don't own anyone but Corla. Stay quiet, great
flanneled guru. I dont have anything but half a bottle of root beer, a
battered, dog-eared copy of "A New Hope", and the Moulin Rouge soundtrack.
Oh, I own Lalei Jinn too. God, glad there's a method to makin these SW
names :)

Summary: Turnabout is fair play, as Obi-Wan discovers in the middle of a
Council meeting.

Suggestion
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It had been a week since Obi-Wan had "forced" his authority over his young
padawan, Corla, but she still tingled with low-energy desire whenever she
looked at him. Claiming her as his lover wasn't exactly protocol, but
Obi-Wan had never followed protocol anyway. Of course, Corla hadn't
breathed a word of her master's intense display of dominance...except to
Lalei.

"He did WHAT? Master KENOBI? God, is he a good lay?" Lalei's soft green
eyes belied her quick wit and twisted mind. She looked over her shoulder to
Master Yoda, noting he was occupied with Anakin Skywalker. Anakin winked at
the girls and cocked his head towards Yoda indicating that he'd keep him
busy for a while. Lalei blushed and turned towards Corla under the guise of
training.

"So, is he, well..how's his 'saber?" Lalei giggled and blocked a frustrated
blow from Corla's dark blue lightsaber. Lalei had trained under Yoda
himself, being the niece of the late Qui-Gon Jinn, and as a result was the
best swordswoman in the Temple. She flicked Corla's 'saber away and clicked
both off, yelling over her shoulder that they were going to the garden to
meditate.

"Vigilant, my youngling. Strayed from path you must not be, hrmm?" Master
Yoda watched his charge with amusement. Qui-Gon had been so happy that a
member of his family had been so strong with the Force since he had no
children of his own.

Lalei bowed to the tiny master, her blonde hair sweeping the floor. "Yes,
Master."
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Garden

"It was...exhilarating. I've never felt so swept away and out of control.
But, I think he feels that it was a mistake. He hasn't spoken to me about
it since." Corla sighed and fiddled with her padawan braid. Bruises and
love bites heal, but the scars Obi-Wan Kenobi had left on her heart were too
much to bear alone.

"So, stop sitting on your ass and suggest something to him. Are you, or
aren't you a Jedi?" Lalei crossed her long legs and stared at Corla
intently.

"Yeah, I guess." Corla slipped into meditation, hoping that Obi-Wan was in
an isolated place.
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Council Room

/Ben? It's me./

Obi-Wan groaned. Of all the times she could pick to mindspeak with him, she
had to pick the middle of a Council meeting. Anakin had returned from a spy
mission to report that Supreme Chancellor Palpatine had his hand in a few
too many Trade Federation affairs. There was a strong feeling that he was
their mysterious master sith from the last encounter with them on Tatooine.

/Cor'? I'm in a meeting. Is it important?/

Corla shuddered. *Of course it was important* she thought with shields up.

/Uh huh. I want you, Ben. More than I can stand./

Obi-Wan shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He had figured Corla hated him
after his outburst last week. Oh well, a man could always be proven wrong.

Corla smiled as Obi-Wan gulped in his mind. She was getting to him. She
decided to send him a little image of where she wanted to be.

/I want to be wrapped around you...I want to pin you to that big fluffy bed
in Master Windu's quarters with my thighs.../ Corla shuddered, her own
thoughts driving her wild. She covered quickly, before Obi-Wan could
notice. /But it's only a suggestion,/ she ended coquettishly.

Suddenly, images of her lithe, sweat-soaked body riding over his, the only
sounds permeating the room the wet slaps of their over-stimulated bodies
flooded into his brain. He shifted nervously again, adjusting his already
half-mast cock, attracting the attention of Mace Windu.

"Obi-Wan? Are you all right? You haven't been paying attention to anything
Anakin has said. Need a visit to the Healing Temple?" Mace scrutinized him
with his piercing gaze. The man never missed a thing unless he intended to.

"The only Temple I need to visit is the Temple of Corla," he growled under
his breath. Aloud, he told Windu that he was merely a bit hot.

"That is fine, Master Jedi. You are excused." Mace understood completely.
Obi-Wan had some new lover he was ready to get back to, he just didn't know
who the mystery woman was.

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Garden

Obi-Wan burst through the gate like a madman, searching wildly for Corla.
He found her beneath a blooming bougainvillea tree, giggling maniacally with
Lalei Jinn.

"You suggested something, Padawan?" He kept his facial features and voice
wonderfully composed, but the tide of emotions in his eyes belied his
demeanor. Corla felt so powerful, knowing she'd caused the ever-composed
Obi-Wan Kenobi to lose control for the second time in a week.

"Come with me to our quarters. I need some help with battle tactics."
Corla winked at Lalei and followed her Master back to their small apartment.
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Apartment

"Damn you...gods, I've never lost it like that. What you *do* to me!"
Obi-Wan's voice was ragged, sharply edged with desire and frustration.
Corla merely smiled. It was his turn.

She removed his cloak and tunics, taking the time to fold them neatly and
place them in a chair. She stroked his face, the roughness of his beard
overwhelming her fingers in tactile stimulation. She kissed the corner of
his mouth with a lazy, open-mouthed kiss, just enough to let him know she
was in charge and setting the pace.

She turned around and straddled his left leg. She bobbed up and down a bit,
eliciting a groan from him. She went to work on his leather boot, pulling
it off with agonizing slowness...brushing his shin with her pelvis with
every pass. Seeing how she affected him, she made quick work of his other
boot and pulled his leggings down.

"My, my, aren't you happy to see me?" Corla kissed the tip of his straining
cock, barely flicking the head with her tongue. Obi-Wan jerked at the
sensation. Their first encounter had been all about her submission, and now
he was getting his dream come true. He never thought he would have this
chance.

Corla took him into her throat deeply, humming with pleasure at the sheer
size of him. He held onto his Jedi resolve by biting his tongue, trying not
to thrust into her delicate mouth. In the end, he couldn't hold out and
locked his fingers into her soft hair.

Sensing he was close, Corla stood up, amuzed at Obi-Wan's pout.

"Corr..." he purred.

"Bed, hon." She took his hand and led him to the large bed in his chambers.
Abandoning all pretenses of tenderness, she threw him on the soft
mattress. She began to remove her clothes when she saw Obi-Wan propped on
one elbow, watching her with interest.

"Uh uh. Turnabout is fair play." Standing only in a camisole and her
leggings, Corla walked to the bed and swept her hand over his eyelids,
reveling in the tickle of his long lashes. She placed a soft kiss on each
eyelid before returning to her stripping. Trusting him to be honest, she
hadn't tried to use the Force to seal them shut. Obi-Wan peeked through his
lowered lashes, attempting to put on a come-hither stare for her when she
turned around. With each inch of skin she bared, the temperature in the
room began to rise. Finally, she was done, and walked back to the bed.

"Hence, the power of suggestion, Ben." Corla cleared her throat and waved
her hand in Jedi fashion. "You want me to ride you all night long, ride you
until you scream." Obi-Wan was beyond words at this point, and merely shook
his head to make clear his consent.

Corla gently impaled herself on his engorged cock, knowing she hadn't been
prepared as well as the time before. She felt him bump her cervix and
wiggled around a bit, smiling at the low growl Obi-Wan made.

"You have quite a repretoire, Ben. But I want to hear you scream. Can you
do that for me?" She slid her body up and down, sheathing his body with her
dripping core. She squeezed her vaginal muscles around his cock, causing
him to shudder. She repeated the motion, alternating squeezes with his
thrusts into her.

"CORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR" he screamed, flipping her over and pounding
into with an intensity he had never known. She came at the sound of his
scream, her wet walls convulsing wildly around his steel cock. He emptied
himself into her, and rolled off before he hurt her with his larger frame.

Obi-Wan heard Corla mumble something moments before she curled against him
in sleep. Something like, "It was only a suggestion, Master Kenobi."
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