For the first time in perhaps his entire life, Obi-Wan Kenobi felt like a young, carefree kid. This night wasn't about missions or fighting or the war going on somewhere above the hazy Coruscant sky above him. This night was for the stunningly gorgeous blonde sitting across from him in the corner booth. She went on about some thing or another, but he was just entranced by the happy sparkle of her beautiful blue eyes.

He hadn't seen Satine since he was a teenager, when the Jedi Order sent him and his master on a mission to her home planet to protect her from terrorists who were trying to kill her. In the year they'd spent together, they'd become much more than good friends. But duty called, and he was called back to the Jedi Temple while she was left on her planet, Mandalore, to rebuild what was left of her home.

Now, for the first time since they reunited, they had an evening together – alone – at Dex's Cafe. She had her favorite – hot chocolate with extra whipped cream – while he had his usual black cup of caf.

"So...you still have the scar, huh," he said, gingerly sipping the hot beverage.

She chuckled.

"I do."

"I still say I carried you to safety."

"Really, Master Jedi? The ten stitches you put in my hip disagree, my dear."

"Wouldn't have been so difficult if I didn't use double the dose of anesthetic and it still hadn't been enough."

"I didn't hear you complain when you were yanking my pants down."

"How could I? Yanking a beautiful girl's pants down is every teenage boy's dream."

"Ever the flirt, Obi-Wan."

They barely made it through the front door of Satine's apartment. It started innocently enough, with a kiss goodnight outside the diner, but it quickly turned more passionate as he took her by the waist and pulled her closer.

"How far is it to your place?"

"Ten, fifteen minutes, tops."

"Let's get out of here, shall we?"

Obi-Wan backed her up against the living room wall and began kissing her with more passion than he ever remembered having in the past. She returned his kiss with equal fervor, parting her lips to allow his tongue to brush against hers. He pressed up against her, his arousal brushing against her stomach. She gasped at the feeling. He broke the kiss and looked down at her, concerned.

"I'm not hurting you, am I?"

"You could never hurt me, Obi," she whispered, her voice strained with need.

Satine pressed her lips to his once again, kissing him as her hands wandered, feeling the ripples of his toned muscles underneath his tunic. She grasped the hem and, in one movement, pulled it over her lover's head. It landed on the floor beside them.

He unbuttoned her top, exposing the black lacy bra she wore underneath. As he unclasped the bra and tossed it aside, his eyes darkened with desire. He stared at her bared breasts, moving up and down with every shallow breath she took. Then, in a move he remembered from when he was younger, he took one of her nipples in his mouth, flicking it with the tip of his tongue. She gasped as the sensation shot through her like electricity.

At some point – Satine wasn't exactly sure when – Obi-Wan had managed to remove her long skirt, letting it pool at her feet. She stood before him in nothing but a simple pair of black panties.

"The bedroom's upstairs."

"There's a perfectly good wall behind us."

Satine was in no state of mind to argue, especially after Obi-Wan dropped to his knees. With both hands, he grasped the waistband of her panties and pulled them to her ankles, letting them join the skirt already on the floor.

"You're so beautiful," he said, kissing right below her belly button.

She breathed in sharply, her heart pounding, her body anticipating what was coming next.

"But you're so much more than beautiful," he said, kissing a trail from her belly button to her right hip, where his gaze settled on the three-inch scar, only slightly discolored after all this time. "I still remember stitching that up. Who thought one little cut could bleed so much?"

She chuckled.

Then, without preamble, Obi-Wan pressed his tongue into the hot, wet spot between her legs. He went slowly and softly at first, then harder and faster. She gasped, her cries filling the air around them, running her fingers through his wavy auburn hair.

"Obi...oh, gods, Obi."

Soon, two fingers plunged into her core, followed by a third. Her walls tightened, eliciting a moan from the Jedi. He continued moving in and out, massaging the bundle of nerves above with the pad of his thumb. Her cries became louder and higher and, in the white-hot heat of her orgasm, she shouted something – Obi-Wan wasn't exactly sure what – in her native Mando'a.

She looked down at him, eyes filled with animalistic desire.

"Obi, please," she gasped. "Take me."

Obi-Wan Kenobi was never one to deny her, and now was no exception. He returned to his feet, took her in his arms and carried her to the couch nearby. He laid her down gently, as if she were made of glass, and unbuttoned his pants, pulling them down and kicking them to the side.

Her eyes widened with desire at the sight of his manhood, long-buried memories on Mandalore bubbling up to the surface – memories of quiet, but still passionate, lovemaking sessions while Qui-Gon slept in the tent next door.

She bit her lower lip in anticipation of what was going to come next.

"I want you."

He positioned himself above her and, in one quick motion, he was fully sheathed inside her hot, wet core. He stayed still for a moment, feeling the heat welling off of her, until her still-contracting walls bid him to move.

"Satine...you...you feel so good."

Between the beautiful woman moaning and writhing beneath him and the sensations he had gone far too long without feeling, he wasn't going to last long. With one final, deep thrust, he too fell over the edge.

He stayed, in her and on her, for several minutes, never wanting it to end, wishing it could be like this all the time.

"Obi?"

"Yes, love," he replied through short, panting breaths.

"I really do hate the beard."