Just a quick note: not all of these ficlets will tie into my other fics, nor will they all be "adult fare" (but this is me and this ship we're talking about, soooo...). These are just a collection of ideas and images I've had in my head for a while and wanted to get out. I hope you enjoy!

"I will never understand these people. Why common sense has taken a leave of absence in the Senate, I will never know."

Obi-Wan let her rant. He simply watched her as she paced around the room gesturing wildly at the datapad in her hand. Perhaps he was secretly a sadist (like she had claimed once or twice before) because of the joy he took in watching her get fired up. He loved her innate passion, but had no desire to be on the receiving end of her wrath. He would much rather that honor go to the Senate at large, or the datapad she now threw to the floor.

"I don't understand why politicians have to complicate even the most basic matter," she huffed as she sat down beside him. "And then they try to simplify the most complex ones." She took no notice when he bent down, gathered her legs in his arms, and swung them up to lay over his lap. She simply ran a hand over her face, frustrated at the universe in general. "If they allow newly-joined planets to have autonomy over themselves instead of imposing a slew of new laws, then just maybe they wouldn't begin regretting their choice and move for secession in ten nanoseconds and what are you doing?"

Obi-Wan took his time drawing the zip down on the side of her right boot and pulling the shoe from her foot. "Nevermind. Keep talking. Venting is good." He did the same to the left and let them both drop to the floor with a muffled thud.

Asajj looked at him warily but didn't move. "What are you up to, Kenobi?"

He turned big, too-innocent eyes to her. "Nothing at all, my dear."

"Liar." She drew in a sharp breath when he pushed the hem of her skirt up to her knees. Cool air hit her bare shins while the heat from his thighs warmed her calves. "You're getting lazy if this is your idea of foreplay, Obi-Wan."

Any other jab was soon drowned out by a deep moan of pleasure when his fingers found the pressure points in her right foot. His thumbs pressed into the arch and moved in small, slow circles. "What was that about 'lazy foreplay', my sweet?"

She tried to fix him with a withering glare but could only manage a less-than-frightening stare. What he was doing was surely some kind of magic to feel so good. "Shut up."

He smirked in response. Once he was satisfied her foot had gotten enough attention, he began on her calf, using more of his palm on the less sensitive muscle. Out of some kind of masochistic curiosity, he wondered how long he could keep his eyes on his task rather than drift up to look at her face. He knew he would falter if he looked up and saw an expression of ecstasy to match the sounds she was making; it was difficult enough to not respond to those alone.

Asajj's head fell back when he found a particularly tender spot just under her knee. Her shoulders quickly followed until she was lying back on the couch, her head hanging just over the armrest. Now she was completely at his mercy, not that she minded. In fact, part of her wished he would extend the courtesy he was bestowing on her leg to the rest of her body.

Her sighs and moans cut off with a sudden gasp. He had lifted her leg and touched his lips, ever so gently, to her ankle. She hadn't expected that. Nor did she expect the kiss a little further up her shin. She raised her head just enough to watch his head continue up her leg, each kiss different from the last; some were feather-light, others were firm, and still others featured appearances by his teeth or the tip of his tongue. She had just started to think the massage was really a clever ploy to have his way with her (he really didn't need to go to the trouble for that, though) when he gingerly set the leg down.

Obi-Wan smiled to himself when a frustrated growl escaped her lips as he moved to her left foot. When he stroked the bottom of her foot this time her back arched slightly off the couch and her fingers clutched at the cushions. He couldn't bear it anymore. A deep sigh from her chest tore his gaze from his kneading fingers to her face.

Pale, half-hooded eyes stared back at him. Her lips were parted. Her chest moved up and down with deep, quick breaths. He didn't realize his hands had gone still until she rested the half-massaged leg on his shoulder. "Don't stop," she whispered.

If he had been a few years younger, Obi-Wan would have gulped, hard, and trembled in the face of such desire. Instead, he merely swallowed the small lump in his throat and resumed his work...without putting her shapely limb back to his lap. The grin on her face told him she liked the change in position.

Which put a whole new set of ideas into his head...

There is no emotion (whomever wrote that part has obviously never been in the same room with Asajj Ventress), there is peace (and no greater peace can be found than in her arms when those passions we're not meant to have are spent). There is no ignorance, there is knowledge (and what knowledge of the physical arts she's taught me!). There is no passion...

Well, there went the theory that a quick mental recitation of the Code would calm his quickening heartbeat or even out his short breath. He was suddenly very glad that they were now on the same side of the battlelines...for the most part.

Asajj let herself fall under the spell of his talented hands. It was so rare she was able to feel this good, especially when she and her secret lover were so often apart. And she especially enjoyed how he no longer approached such caresses with embarrassment or guilt. Once he had gotten over that block he had proved to be a most exemplary student, eager for new lessons under her masterful fingers.

She should have known he would use those lessons against her one day.

Asajj waited until he reached her knee before snaking her other leg around his back. A quick tug had her sliding towards him so that she was tightly locked into his side. He stilled as the move caught him by surprise, along with the tangle of her long fingers in his hair. "I said, don't stop," she breathed.

"Oh, you are a wicked one," he groaned throatily.

"Don't dent you love it, Kenobi." With a firm hold on his hair she guided his head further up her leg. She took immense pleasure in the way his breathing quickened the closer he got to her inner thigh. Her bottom lip threatened to split open from how hard she was biting it trying to silence her cries.

The only warning she had that something was wrong was the gentle touch of his hands on her waist...before he pulled her down the couch and hovered over her. He kept her hips flush against his, her left leg still on his shoulder and her fingers tight against his scalp. "I don't deny anything," came his labored whisper. "I am only too happy to serve."

Satisfied that he had effectively rendered her speechless by the unexpected move, Obi-Wan parted her dark lips with the tip of his tongue and silently invited hers to play. Her shock lasted only a moment more before she responded to his scintillating kiss. "Are you ready for another lesson, Obi-Wan?"

He shivered at her tone, at the fire in her eyes. All he could do was nod. She smiled.

Half a second later and Obi-Wan was on his back looking up at the ceiling. He let out a frustrated groan when he realized what had happened: Asajj had twisted them onto the floor when he had been lost in his haze of desire. She now sat atop him, her knees at his sides, grinning like a cat who had caught herself a hapless sparrow. "Lesson number twenty-four, my dear: even when you have the upper hand, never let your guard down." She shifted against him to draw a moan from his lips. A slight lifting of his hips and the tightening of his hands on her narrow waist accompanied the movement. Her smile widened. She made sure to flex every muscle, take note of each point of contact as she leaned forward. Her hands went to either side of his face, relishing his expression of anticipation and complete submission. "And lesson twenty-five," she breathed against his mouth. "When you think you have the upper hand over me, you don't." She licked his lips to punctuate those last two words.

Obi-Wan's chest constricted. His skin tingled and became almost too sensitive to bear. His body ached to move. Her weight on top of him was both a comfort and a tease. How did any man before him survive a night in her arms without bursting into flames? "Lessons learned," he choked out.

Asajj slowly raised herself back into a sitting position, her hands trailing down his chest and belly. But they didn't stop once she was upright again: they continued up her thighs, over her prominent hips, and covered his hands still on her waist. "I'm not convinced, darling." With agonizing slowness, she guided his hands under her close-fitting shirt and up to her breasts. "Show me that you've actual been paying attention."

Although he almost always bested her in combat, Obi-Wan knew he would never be her better in the bedroom. But with the sounds of her sighs and cries of approval ringing in his ears and the clench of her hands and legs around him as he demonstrated mastery of some of her many lessons, he didn't mind in the slightest.