The firm grip of his hands on her hips as he pulled her into a series of dance moves made her breath hitch. She bit her lip. An undeniable ache had started low in her abdomen, and she wanted it fixed. When he twirled her a last time and dipped her, she hooked her leg behind his, the high split of her dress exposing almost her entire leg, his hand trailing over the exposed skin... The look he gave her then added to the ache; it was an intense, burning stare she had never seen from him before.

"Come with me, now." Obi-Wan pulled her with him, oblivious to the rest of the crowd now. He didn't care if they noticed them anymore.

They somehow managed to reach the narrow hallway at the back of the ballroom, finding a deserted corner behind a decorated pillar.

"I didn't know you could dance, Kenobi. Is that what they teach younglings nowada-"
She couldn't finish her sentence with Kenobi's lips on hers. He'd pushed her against the wall roughly, one of his hands quickly disappearing in the split of her dress. She gasped at the sudden sensation, the change in pace and the unbridled need that rolled off him in waves through the Force. As she felt him getting hard against her thigh, she quickly followed him in his haze of desire and gave in to her own need.
This wasn't what she had planned for tonight.

"You..." he kissed a trail down her neck.
"...play a mean..." He kissed her again, feverishly.
"...game, my sweet."

Asajj didn't think about the bounty anymore. She wasn't sure if she was capable of any thought besides how much she loved the sensation of Kenobi's beard scratching against her skin, or how the firm and almost painful grip he had on her waist pleased her.
Time to step up the game...
When she hooked a leg over his hip, he immediately caught on her plan. Her other leg went up, and then her center was suddenly firmly pressed against the bulge of his hard cock.
She hissed at the contact.
Obi-Wan groaned against her neck, his hands sliding into splits of her dress to her backside.

"Hmm. Your attire is conveniently cut, my darling." He said as he squeezed, earning him a gasp.

"I'm glad you approve..." Asajj rocked her hips against him, her nails scraping his scalp. He groaned - almost growled - and bucked up against her.
One of his hands slipped into her undergarments, drawing a gasp and a long moan from her dark lips as his fingers slipped between her folds.

A door creaked in the distance, which mildly alarmed Asajj. Not because she was ashamed of being in the middle of explicit content, but because she didn't want to draw the attention of guards or other Jedi. Not while this one was doing such a good job of keeping her occupied.
At the sound of footsteps, Obi-Wan covered her mouth with his hand and pushed her flat against the wall, the pillar providing just enough cover.
"Shhh, someone's coming." He whispered in her ear. She would comply, but he wasn't stopping his touches... She felt how he curled one of his fingers to slip inside her, and she moaned against his hand, unable to help her reactions.

After a heavy pause, they heard footsteps moving on and away from them, and Obi-Wan removed his hand from her mouth with a devilish smirk. Smug bastard.
"Let's say we get out o-" a low rumble shook through the building, shaking it in its foundations as plaster fell off the ceiling, sending Obi-Wan and Asajj tumbling to the floor in a heap.

"What in the name of the Force was that?" A second rumble collapsed part of the ceiling, effectively blocking their exit. They were trapped.
Obi-Wan's comlink immediately beeped. He shook his head in attempt to clear it, but with Ventress sprawled on top of him... A hard task to complete indeed. Especially because she seemed to show no intention to stop what they'd been doing.

"Hmm... I could care...but I don't." She caught his lips with hers, ignoring his comlink completely. He couldn't, however.

"Hold on... - Ah, damnit Asajj, just...-" his groan drowned out the rest of the sentence as she ground her hips again his and buried her face in his neck. Vengeance was sweet.

It beeped again. Sucking in a breath, he answered.
"Kenobi here, what's going on?" Asajj's hands moved over his chest, downwards...

"Master, there has been an explosion near the west wing, we've engaged Cad Bane, he's after Narsh. Where are you?" It was his padawan. Of course it was his padawan.

Asajj grasped his cock through his pants, and he couldn't suppress the yelp that formed in his throat.

"Obi-Wan, are you okay?"

"Yes. Yes! I'm keeping Ventress busy, we're...fighting. Do you need my help?" He mentally punched himself. That sounded ridiculous. He grabbed hold of Asajj's hand, trying to hold her still before he lost all his sanity with the pressure she was providing.

"Just keep her busy, we'll deal with the explosion." The comlink connection died with a chirp. Had Anakin sounded suspicious?