"You hear that? Keep me busy. Now how are you going to do that, darling?" Her hands were working on the buttons of his suit, eager to reach the skin underneath.
The way Obi-Wan was responding to her teasing had her blood running hot, her heart beating fast and she was aching. She didn't ache. Not for a man, never. Yet she was for this one, this... Arrogant Jedi that had entered her life all those years ago at the beginning of the Clone Wars, the one she couldn't get out of her head because he'd defeated her and allowed her to escape on more than one occasion and vice versa, and because she thought she hated him beyond reason.
Yet their skirmishes soon became charged with a different meaning; the sarcastic flirting they both enjoyed had become a lifeline for her. She enjoyed the interaction so much because any interactions she had with others were usually singularly directed death threats, orders, or screams of terror.

The buttons of his suit gave way and Ventress all but tore his undershirt open. He wasn't protesting. Not anymore. Especially not because she was trailing her sharp nails over his chest and stomach, which felt intensely good. How did she make the sharp tinge of pain feel so good?
She had sat up, straddling his hips, rocking back and forth, the pressure in his loins almost unbearable. Dear Force, if she kept this up he would come undone soon.

The way the General had shuddered under the scratch of her nails only added more fuel to her fire, the angry red stripes that marked his skin pleased her more than she could've imagined. He was so hard under her, the Force around him thrumming with the anticipation of release.
Smiling slyly, Asajj pulled at the skirt's edge, where she had concealed a zip; you never know when you need to get rid of excess fabric when hunting bounties - or in this case; when you need to seduce a Jedi. Kenobi propped himself up on his elbows, following her every move. The skirt separated from the corset in the blink of an eye, revealing the garter belt hosiery, black lace panties and straps that held her concealed lightsabers.

Obi-Wan felt like he was going to explode, staring at her slack jawed for a good few seconds before he yanked her back down on top of him for a scorching kiss, swallowing her surprised yelp. His hands trailed along her sides, her waist and the flare of her hips along the straps until they reached her ample backside. Force, she felt good under his hands. And that damned corset, the way it pinched her waist and pushed her breasts up...
"Asajj.." He managed between kisses.
"Please..."

The urgency in his voice was all she needed. She sat back up, removed her lace panties with inhuman speed and agility, then moved to the closure of the corset, opening the top, before Kenobi's hands stopped hers.

"Wait! ... Leave it on." Heat rose to his face again, the request sounding ridiculous to his ears. Maybe she'd be offended, but Force, that corset did things to him.

"Well now, aren't you full of interesting surprises." Asajj's lips curled into a dangerous smile; she didn't miss the heat in his voice or the fire burning in his eyes. She quickly unfastened his pants and pulled them down, not bothering to take them off completely. This was taking too long and she was getting impatient.
Straddling his hips, she let her wet and aching core slide over his cock, the sensation of the hot, slick skin-to-skin contact tearing a moan from her throat. She considered teasing him like this for a while, rubbing herself against him slowly until he begged her to finish him off, but the desperate whimper that came from Kenobi that changed mind.
Without pause, she guided his hard shaft to her entrance. Slowly, she lowered herself on him, deliberately taking her time, watching him as he closed his eyes and groaned deep in his throat as she sank down, taking his entire length. He gasped for air at the sensation of warm, wet flesh enveloping him as he filled her.

In a moment of clarity, the realization and weight of what they were doing dawned on him. By all accounts his Jedi training told him this was wrong and dangerous. This sure didn't feel wrong. Force, nothing had ever felt this right, or this necessary. The dangerous though, he could agree with. Then again, he couldn't imagine anything with Asajj that wasn't. She moved then, any reflective thought he might've had vanished with the roll of her hips.

They quickly found a rhythm. It was a breakneck pace, laced with desperation and the thrill of forbidden needs.
At least, forbidden for Obi-Wan. Though that didn't seem to bother him at all right now; his brow was furrowed in an expression of pure ecstasy as he met her downwards push with upward strokes as she rode him, his hands clamping down on her hips so tightly it bordered on painful.
Pulling his legs up a bit, forcing her forward, he moved his hands to her backside to help lift her, then thrust upwards harder with each stroke. Asajj gasped at the change in angle as she fought for breath. She was beginning to see stars behind her eyelids, bursts of light and energy that pulsed with the Force around them.

Her cries were driving him mad, he wouldn't last long. Slipping an arm around her waist as he sat up on his knees, he licked the valley of her breasts up to the hollow of her throat slowly before biting at the spot where her neck connected to her shoulder.
He was rewarded with another delicious cry and the sharp sting of her nails digging into his back.

"Why don't we finish... the way we started?" Asajj managed between moans and catching her breath. He looked at her, not sure he understood her correctly until she saw the realization dawn on him when she gestured towards the wall.

"You wicked creature..." He breathed as he got them up with a little help from the Force, her legs anchored firmly around his hips as he roughly pushed her up against the wall.

"Yes! Now... Harder." One hand tangled into his hair as he obeyed her command with a groan, his strokes becoming more forceful with each passing moment.

All he wanted was to watch her as she lost herself, to not miss a single second of how she soared higher and higher, the staccato of her cries and the sting of those nails indicating she was near the apex, ready to fall.
He pushed on, harder, his own release a hair's breath away when she looked at him; her brows drawn in a mask of painful pleasure and eyes like fire before she claimed his mouth with hers in a final, bruising kiss that almost sent him straight over the edge.
His pace faltered as he snapped his hips against hers harshly, his grip on her hips tightening as he felt her nearing release.
Her nails dug into his skin and he threw his head back, arching as his climax came like a rolling wave - and then forced himself to keep his eyes open to watch his deadly enemy follow him into oblivion with a savage cry.