Sorry for the huge delay. :( I haven't had access to my computer for the last few weeks, so... Here it is, chapter 11. Enjoy! :)

Chapter 11

Happily ignoring the old folks, Obi-Wan and Siri sat a space away sipping their tasty drinks. Despite how the evening had begun, Obi-Wan had the thought that it was ending quite pleasantly as Siri leaned in close enough that he could feel the warmth that radiated from her.

Leaning back in his chair, he took another drink of the frothy, pale amber beverage just beginning to feel the hint of a buzz from the potent alcohol. Not bad, he thought to himself, and then he felt the lightest touch brushing across his thigh.

"Siri," Obi-Wan grinned "what are you doing? There was that wound."

"Making it better."

"It's long healed, you know," he said a slight smile on his face.

"Maybe you need a second opinion. We could go back to the Temple and check - together."

Obi-Wan was a grown man. But he was a bit naive as well, even at his age. "But why? That was over a year ago."

Siri's hand tightened on his thigh, squeezing. "It hurts, doesn't it, Obi-Wan?"

"Well, with you squeezing like that - oh, ah, um..." He squirmed. Either Siri's touch was magic, or the drink was warming his insides. Things were getting a bit heated. His nerves were prickling, stretched taut if he had to put a word to it.

"Yes," he managed, in a tight voice before taking a gulp of his drink. "It is beginning to feel a bit - sore. Best to be cautious. You're right, Siri. We better go check it out."

"And be sure, I'll kiss it and make it much, much better," Siri whispered into his ear.

Ash- His hand slipped at the words murmured so intimately and the drink toppled off the bar spilling alcohol and whatever else made up a good bombshell (something a little sweet, something a little spicy) all down the front of his trousers.

"Oh dear," Obi-Wan sighed.

"Learn to hold your liquor, you should," Yoda chortled merrily.

Obi-Wan resisted the urge to glare at his elder, even as Siri sidled closer.

"Don't worry," she gave a quiet laugh. "You won't need those for much longer anyway."

"Ah, it'll take a few minutes for Anakin to get to the Temple and return with a change even if you happen to catch him on the comlink just now," Obi-Wan grumbled, trying to wipe off the excess of liquid. Siri's hand reached out as if to help and paused.

"May I?" she asked, a bit breathlessly.

TBC