AN: Story rating is now a solid 'M'

More than a year had passed since Obi-Wan and Aala had been together - alone together. Together together. But yet here they were again. Aala wished she had not let so much time pass by. He needed her. That seemed obvious now, but of course that meant he would only make it harder. Obi-Wan was nothing if not self-sacrificing.

It had been a long time but he knew her so so well. In the shower, he turned her again, pouring a swirl of creamy conditioner in his hand then took his time working it through her hair with his palms from the bottom up. He knew exactly how she liked it done. After a minute he shifted her back under the water and continued running his hands over her hair, working all the conditioner in then working all the excess back out with the hot water.

Aala sighed, daring to open her eyes again to look at him. His blue eyes had gone dark with desire, intense and affectionate. Finished with her hair, one hand slipped down her bare back. The other cupped her head and he brought her closer, pressing his lips to her forehead. "Thank you."

She wasn't sure what exactly for but it did not matter.

She pressed a lingering kiss to a little scar on his shoulder then moved once more so he could wash himself. Exhausted she let herself drop to sit on the bench seat in the corner, unwilling to leave him. She leaned against the wall, shivering a little as her skin touched the chilly tile, and wrapped her arms around her body, watching him.

His lips quirked, an almost smile when he caught her gaze on him. She watched the lithe muscles in his arms shift as he pushed his hands through his own hair as he washed it, then she watched the drops of water as they slid down his shoulders, over his chest, to his taut belly, catching in the soft trail of dark russet hair that led lower.

Ben finished quickly and shut the water off, using the Force to call two towels from across the room. He wrapped her up in the first then stepped out of the shower, drying himself brusquely before wrapping it around his waist.

Aala dried her body nearly as fast and was now rubbing her hair with the corners of the fluffy towel as best she could.

Stormy blue eyes met her own softer grey-blue and they were caught, frozen for one moment on the edge of a decision but before she could blink he pulled her toward him and she was in his arms again.

He held her impossibly tight, solid and sure, pressing his cheek against her hair. "Aala," he whispered her name.

She nuzzled the soft thatch of hair on his chest, breathing in his clean scent. They stood there wrapped up in each other, unmoving, before Aala spoke. "Bed," she murmured. The meaning was unmistakable. They needed this.

Ben pulled back letting out a deep breath. For one moment she thought he was still hesitating. But then he kissed her forehead and her cheekbone. She closed her eyes and he kissed her eyelid and the tip of her nose. Then he kissed her mouth, full of feeling but too brief, before he leaned down, impatient, to scoop her into his strong arms.

Aala could not help herself. Dropping her towel, she threaded her hand into his damp hair and pulled his mouth back down to hers. She kissed him while he carried her to his bed, using the Force, no doubt, to guide his way through the dark rooms. His skin was hot, solid and smooth where he pressed her bare body to his. She slid her tongue into his mouth and he gave a soft groan. It had been so long since she had felt this feeling... She needed him.

When they entered the darkened bedroom she pulled away to gauge the emotion in his gaze, to see if he felt even a margin of what she was feeling now. The look in his eyes took her breath away, gone dark with need. They reached the bed and he leaned over to lay her down near the center. The blankets were fluffy and soft beneath her. He stood and just stared at her, perusing her bare body with heat in his eyes for a full moment before he moved again.

Then he was stripping his towel and he was with her on the bed, watching her in the dim light from the fresher, half on top of her, slipping his arm around her waist and sliding his knee between her thighs, twining them together. He captured her mouth roughly, stroking his tongue against hers. Before she could respond he was moving on, dragging his lips down her throat and sucking there, his stubble tickling her skin.

"Obi-Wan," she gasped, caught off guard but still wanting more. This didn't feel like hard, cold Ben. No, this was the man that loved her.

He moaned against her skin and she could feel the vibration. His voice was gruff. "Say it again."

"Obi-Wan," she sighed. "Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan."

He continued his kisses, exploring every inch, focused solely on her. He traced her collarbone with his tongue, then moved back to the pulse on her neck, nipping and sucking there, sending bolts of sensation through her body.

Aala shivered in pleasure then arched against him, pressing closer. She couldn't keep still. The air in the room was chilly, but he was hot, and her blood was pounding through her veins. He seemed to sense her need and he slipped the covers from underneath them and then back up and over, pulling her in close to his body under the thick blankets. She could feel his erection, hardening, hot, pressing against her thigh and she rubbed against it.

His mouth trailed wet kisses down the flat of her chest until he reached the swell of her breast. He moved one hand to cup the soft full mound, lifting the tip closer to his mouth. His thumb swept across her nipple once, teasing, making the sensitive skin pucker. Aala held her breath, electric sensation and anticipation making her dizzy.

Oh, how long had it been since she'd felt his mouth on her?

He didn't make her wait any longer.

Lowering his head, he placed a kiss right to the tip of the tight little peak as if it was the most precious thing to him. A gasp escaped her lips at the touch, and she squirmed in pleasure, arching toward him. He waited for her to quiet, then he kissed there again. The tip of his tongue circled her nipple, around and around, before he settled his mouth over her to suckle hard.

Sensation arced like lightning through her body, burning fire straight to the center of her as he sucked and dragged his tongue across the stiff peak. Aala tilted her head back, surrendering to whatever he willed, already lost to pleasure. He teased her for what felt like ages, intense and hot-eyed, moving his warm, greedy mouth to tease the other nipple then back again. His fingers slipped over her abdomen, tickling the sensitive skin of her lower belly before sliding between her thighs.

So light she could hardly feel it at first, he traced his fingertips across the sensitive folds between her legs. He continued to nuzzle her breast as he did, his touch light, building her up as slow as he could manage. When she was lost to the dual sensation of his mouth and his light touch, he slipped the tips of his fingers between her labia. A low groan escaped his throat as they slid easily through her slickness.

"Obi-Wan," she pleaded.

He glanced up at her with dark fiery eyes then moved closer to capture her lips with languid kisses as he continued to stroke her. Aala moaned, the sound muffled by his mouth on hers. She shifted her hips, hoping for firmer touches but he kept his steady light motion. His fingertips moved upward to slip around her clit, making her gasp, but only for a moment before he slid back down. He paused then sunk one finger deep inside of her, pumping slowly while she writhed. Obi-Wan gave a deep sigh, breaking the kiss and pulling back to watch her face as he pleasured her.

"Beautiful..." he murmured. She was overcome with the bliss he was giving her but she managed to open her eyes enough to see a touch of a satisfied smile had come to his lips as he watched her. She mewled in response, trying to ask for more.

The sound seemed to work, spurring him. Finally, he granted her mercy and moved between her legs, covering her with his own lean, strong body, his skin hot to the touch. Adjusting the tip of his manhood to carefully press against her, he waited until she met his eyes then pushed inside her easily. The feeling of his firm length gliding in, filling her, sent surges of ecstasy through her body. Aala wriggled her hips, overcome and needy, already on the edge of the release. Though she could see the growing pleasure and desire in his eyes, his brow was furrowed. He was still trying to contain his feelings, to keep from catching fire. The expression on his face, the muscles in his arms, his whole body - everything was tight with rigid constraint.

Aala whimpered, tilting her hips and squeezing her body around his cock. He moaned at the feeling but his careful composure did not crack. He pushed in, careful, then glided out again. He kissed her, stroking his tongue in her mouth as he thrust, filling her. It was very good but she wanted more.

"Mmmmmmm, Obi..." she moaned, breaking his kiss and lifting her hips to take him deeper.

"Hmm?" He pulled back then slid forward, slow and measured, watching her eyes. "So tight...Aala..."

"Please." Aala forced herself to keep her eyes from closing, she slid her palm over his stubbled cheek, making him maintain her gaze. "Don't hold back," she begged, "...need this."

His answering sigh was harsh against her cheek. "Aala..." His tone sounded warning but she didn't care.

"Please. Harder."

The furrow of his brow relaxed as he closed his eyes. He pushed a little harder, rocking her, then circled his hips, lighting up every nerve inside. She gasped in pleasure, encouraging him. He took her again, making sure he pressed against her clit as he did. Again. Harder. His movements sped up, more passionate, less controlled. He gave in.

"Yes..." she arched beneath him, helpless to the fire he was now fully stoking within, his hips pumping steadily. She reached up, pressing her hands to the headboard above them, steadying herself, surrendering to him. He remembered everything she liked. His hot mouth found her breast again, and he flicked his tongue around the swollen peak then nipped her gently with his lips, tugging on her nipple.

Aala cried and began to writhe beneath his weight, drawing her knees up higher against his waist; he took her harder now, his hips moving in perfect rhythm. Nothing had ever felt so good, nothing ever better than him here right now giving all of himself to her.

She pulled his upper body down closer with one arm so she could kiss his strong shoulder, salty with sweat. Nipping him where his shoulder met his neck, she slid her fingers into his hair and he groaned, jerking hard. She felt the beginnings of her climax swelling from her center as he filled her and pressed her face to his skin, breathing him in. The way he smelled, Obi-Wan, him exactly as she remembered.

Both of them were right on the edge she knew, she was panting against his shoulder hoping he would never ever stop and he was making the sexiest gruff moans with each breath he exhaled as he moved.

With one hand, Obi-Wan shifted her leg wide to press against the mattress then he slid his hand across her inner thigh. He angled his hips to make room, but never stopped moving. Then he was slipping his fingertips to where she needed them - touching, circling, soft and slick and precise.

He gave a long breathy moan against the shell of her ear as his own climax began. She could feel his cock, buried deep, swelling then beginning to pulse inside of her.

He circled his fingers quicker over her clit, setting her on fire, even as his orgasm overcame him. He groaned harshly, spilling inside of her. The combination of sensations, his swollen length pulsing inside her and the flickering of his fingers was enough to make her shatter. Aala came hard, crying out as pleasure exploded through her body. Clutching him tightly, her body shook, gasping as she lost sense of everything except the way he felt inside her and over her.

He moved his hand from her swollen center when she could take no more. The release overwhelmed them both; she still writhed slowly beneath him. Then he collapsed in her arms breathing hard, staying joined with her as she rocked against him, her body rippling with aftershocks of pleasure from her orgasm.

It was long minutes before the bliss started to ebb, before Aala began to catch her breath again. She savored the rush of endorphins beneath her skin and kept him close, pressing his body against her, still sheathed inside of her. She moved her hips just to better feel the way he still filled her as she gradually came down from her release. The last time she had felt this kind of joy had been so long ago.

After a minute, Obi-Wan shifted just a little, so he could rest most of his weight on one arm, but he did not pull away. "My girl," he murmured, voice low. He lifted his head from the crook of her neck to bestow her with slow, lazy, open-mouthed kisses in their afterglow.

Aala lifted one hand to run her fingers through his unruly hair again, still damp, while he kissed her. A tear slipped out the corner of her eye when he pulled back. He kissed the tear away gently, his eyes serious but full of affection then laid his head against her breasts again. As he began to fade, he finally slid out of her gently, and collapsed to her side, pulling her in close against his chest. Using the Force, he called his towel to his hand for her to use, then discarded it when she was done.

A deep breath escaped him as she settled in his arms. He nuzzled against her ear then lifted his hand to stroke her hair. She buried her face against his shoulder as he pulled the blankets up with his free hand and savored the feeling of his warm, secure embrace. Nothing had ever felt better.

Though both were often prone to sleepless nights, here, in only moments, they fell asleep together.

An: This was the very first thing I wrote for this story, months ago. I've read it so many times I can't even tell if it's good anymore, lol. I really really hope you all like it. Please let me know. Thank you for reading