Revelations July 2008
Rating: PG-13 for some adult situations and a mention of recreational drug use.
A/N: Had this kicking around from last October's challenge on the JAFD mailing list. The prompt was simple – write an OOC scene for your favorite SW character. This was my contribution, though it has been cleaned up and spruced up a bit. Sadly, I didn't win :( But it was fun and I hope you enjoy.
Beta: Special thanks to Belladonna –LaMorte for agreeing to beta and for her wonderful and helpful comments. First time I've tried using the find a beta option on this site and I have to say I was very pleased with the results. Thanks so much Belle!!
Summary: An undercover mission reveals some uncharacteristic behavior.
"Are you serious?" Bant asked, turning to Siri.
"What?" Siri responded, legitimately clueless to Bant's ire.
"The Blue Zenith?" Bant gestured to the booming establishment in the distance. "It sounds like a cocktail drink." The senior padawan said, feeling the deep bass of the dance music beneath her feet as they walked towards the club.
Siri gave her one of those and your point would be? looks and said, "Come on. Let's just take a look." The other padawan was restrained in her enthusiasm but it was obvious she was dying to check it out.
With a sigh, Bant followed, cursing Obi-Wan and the others for disappearing on her once again. She didn't know what they were up to lately but it was likely no good. Not that Bant minded spending some occasional time with Siri, but she was beginning to miss her boys. For close to three weeks Obi-Wan and Garen along with Bruck and Reeft had been all but MIA after evening meal.
When questioned individually each had an appropriately convincing cover story. Yet in the few occasions she'd managed to corner them all together, it was apparent to her that something was up. Reeft was a terrible liar unless a mission depended on it. He couldn't even maintain eye contact with her. On the other end of the spectrum, Garen could lie so convincingly that it was downright alarming at times. No help there. Obi-Wan fell somewhere in between but managed to look so damn innocent about it that Bant just knew that he was up to something. And Bruck…well, he just managed to look guilty. He did not like lying to her. Okay, so she didn't know for sure if he was lying but she suspected as much. They'd had such a rocky start to their relationship and Bant had make him work so hard to earn her friendship that when things like this inevitably happened and things got too serious, Bruck tended to withdraw from her. This in turn made her feel guilty as he was as dear to her now as her other three best friends.
"Sith." Siri interrupted her musings. "Members only."
Bant was relieved. She had another place in mind that was much more to her liking, but when Siri sighed and actually pouted, she relented.
"You're going to let that stop you?" The challenge in Bant's voice was unmistakable.
After a sharp look and a small pause of consideration, Siri smiled devilishly. "Let's go." She strode toward the guarded entrance with a confident sway to her hips.
It wasn't often that Siri used her golden, slender looks to her advantage, but when she did there were few human males who could resist. Bant couldn't help but roll her eyes at Siri's antics and a few nauseating moments later they were strolling into the club with one night guest passes.
At Siri's smug look Bant said, "You are so lucky they didn't have droids on the doors."
Most of the seating was at the perimeter of the large room where the lighting was soft and low and far enough from the dance floor to engage in conversation without raising ones voice too loud. The circular bar in the center buzzed with customers and an assortment of human and droid barmaids attended to their demands. The dance floor, where most of the action was taking place, was on a raised set of two platforms and was the rhythmic focus of a myriad of strobing and pulsating lights. Beyond the dance floor a small platform held the live band that was currently bringing the house down. The place was bustling, but not so packed that it was difficult to find a table or to mingle comfortably.
Obviously pleased with herself, Siri casually made her way to an opening at the bar. Both padawans were dressed in civilian clothing and Siri had her braid tucked beneath the fall of honey gold hair that hung in loose ringlets to her shoulders. Every so often it would fall forward into her face and she'd toss her head back to get it out of her way. It was a good look for the normally no nonsense padawan that wore little makeup and bothered even less with her hair. It made her look older, more mature and a tad sassy. As if the girl needed help there. Siri's mouth and been getting her in trouble almost as long as Bruck's had. While Bant had dressed for comfort, Siri had gone for a snug mid-thigh, backless black number with two inch heels. The padawan was already attracting some appraising looks from men in their immediate vicinity as her body reacted to the beat of the music.
They ordered drinks, Siri starting with some blue tropical concoction in a long tapered glass and Bant ordering her pleasure straight up. A double. She had no idea how fortuitous that decision would prove to be. This place was so not her style. She preferred a quiet, sedate setting with music more on the blues-y side. But for tonight she would deal, if only for the sake of a friend.
Drinks in hand the pair turned to find a free table. Those along the perimeter looked pretty much taken so they moved toward a small cocktail table at the edge of the dance floor. Caught in the sudden flow of departing dancers as the current song came to an end they paused, waiting for the traffic to clear.
Body swaying to the new slower tempo, Siri brought her drink to her lips just as someone bumped roughly into her from behind causing a good portion of her over priced drink to spill over the rim of her glass and hit the floor with a splat.
"Hey!" Siri raised her voice, irritated. "Why don't you watch where…." Whatever it was she was about to say died on her lips.
Bant turned at Siri's startled exclamation, her eyes going wide and Siri's mouth gaping at the site before them.
"Excuse me, darlin'," A smooth and startlingly familiar voice said just before he actually caught sight of them, the young man's grasp catching Siri's elbow where he had inadvertently bumped her.
Their eyes met and for a heartbeat all three parties froze in recognition and uncertainty. Obi-Wan's eyes widened imperceptibly. To Bant it was a sure fire sign of his surprise and sudden apprehension. Only someone who knew him as well as she did would have noticed it at all.
Never one for tact, Siri tried to cover her shock at both his presence and slightly altered appearance by boldly blurting, "What the hell are you doing here?"
With those words, Bant literally saw a mask slide into place on her friends face. Obi-Wan withdrew his touch and wrapped his arm around the scantily clad twi'lek to his right and pulled the redhead pressed to his left side in closer.
"I'm sorry?" More than a little amused and a cocky grin on his face Obi-Wan asked, "Do I know you?"
If possible Siri's mouth dropped open even further. It was a rare event indeed for the bold and brash blonde to be speechless. Bant's mind was racing a little too quickly for her to fully appreciate it. Obi-Wan's apparently was not. His eyes twinkled mischievously and he gave his agemate a suggestive smirk. A smirk!
That more than anything brought Bant to her senses. While her eyes saw Obi-Wan before her nothing else in his demeanor or appearance held true to what she knew of him. Something was going on. She intervened quickly before Siri could utter another word.
Bant regretfully responded to Obi-Wan's inquiry at her friend's expense, "No, but she'd like to." She placed a calming hand on Siri's forearm as one ginger brow arched in an adorably disarming manner as if shocked at her bold innuendo. The teasing sparkle in Obi-Wan's eyes as he met her gaze was full of laughter. He was enjoying this.
Seconds behind Bant in the realization that all was not as it seemed, Siri snapped her mouth closed, coloring imperceptibly in equal parts anger and embarrassment. She was not used to being caught off guard and was trying desperately to find a way to recover and maintain some semblance of dignity – all while doing her best not to blow whatever operation Obi-Wan had going on. It wasn't easy to do considering she wanted nothing more than to wipe that smug little smirk right off his face.
"Well," Obi-Wan said, pulling the two clinging females a tad closer, and ignoring the fiery storm that was building in Siri's eyes. "My hands are a little full at the moment." The redhead draped herself a little more fully around his frame and put her head on Obi-Wan's shoulder. She was looking entirely too possessive as far as Bant was concerned. If Siri had been more herself she would have rolled her eyes and hit him with a snarky comeback. Out of sorts as she was, she remained speechless as Obi-Wan's hand slid from the girl's waist to settle on the curve of her hip in a gentle and sensual reassurance. The twi'lek continued to regard them curiously, but did not react otherwise. It was clear however, that she would not be giving up her spot glued to Obi-Wan's side anytime soon.
"Tell you what, Darlin'," Obi-Wan said in consideration, letting his eyes rake slowly up and down Siri's petite frame and leaving no doubt that he liked what he saw. "I'll save you a dance." It was not a question. The words and the tone in which they were spoken indicating with all confidence that he knew she would be there waiting for him when he deigned to make time for her – and that she should feel special because of it. Matter settled, Obi-Wan maneuvered his small party around them. But before he could be swallowed by the crowd he turned, giving them a final impish look over his shoulder. All Bant could do was shake her head. Undercover mission or not – that boy was having entirely too much fun.
While Mt. Siri was silently seething next to her, Bant spotted a free table and grabbed the girls arm. Once seated, the eruption began. "How dare he?" She started, all righteous indignation. "I am so going to kick his ..."
"You will do no such thing." Bant interrupted matter-of-factly. Placating her friend as best she could, while her eyes continued to scan the bar. "He had to say something before you blew his cover."
Bant suddenly became the focus of Siri's anger. "Yeah, and you were so very helpful by the way with your..." When she realized Bant was ignoring her she look a long swallow of her drink and set it down a bit more forcefully than necessary. Irritated, she blew a spin of gold out of her face and absently tucked the offending curl behind her ear.
Bant was already casing the bar with the eyes of a Jedi rather than a patron when she found what she was looking for. Bruck was at the far end of the bar. He held her gaze, raising his drink the slightest bit to acknowledge her. Two down, two to go. She continued her search and in a moment found Garen. He was tucked cozily in a booth with an assortment of male and female cohorts. He held her eyes for a long time, his gaze intense. She was aware that from his vantage point he had been tracking her presence far longer than she has been aware of his. If she hadn't been sure before she was now. Something was definitely going down and her friends were a part of it. When she gave Garen a small nod to let him know his cover was safe, he dipped his chin and smoothly returned to conversation with his companions. Reeft was nowhere to be found but she assumed he was around someplace. Probably involved with either security or surveillance, both of which he excelled at.
Siri meanwhile had finished her drink and was returning from the bar with another. The tight set of her jaw indicated that she was still seething. Sighing, Bant took a sip of her own drink. She'd never met anyone more willing and able to hold a grudge than Siri Tachi. Her relationship with Obi-Wan was volatile on a good day. Given half a chance, Obi-Wan could get along with anyone. That particular trait seemed to grate on Siri more than anything. No one is that nice she had said of the padawan on more than one occasion. If it had been said about anyone other than Obi-Wan, Bant probably would have agreed. Truth be told, Obi-Wan was that nice. That boy was as genuine and plainspoken as anyone she'd ever met. There wasn't a deceitful bone in his body. But he could play the game as good as any of them – as evidenced by his performance tonight.
The two padawans tolerated each other and often managed civility, but any extensive time shared in the same vicinity always resulted in verbal or competitive combat of some sort. It seemed to Bant that Siri often took great pains to deliberately provoke Obi-Wan. It was a source of tension that had almost put an end to Bant's friendship with the girl. She liked Siri and enjoyed spending time with her but Obi-Wan was like a brother. There was no question as to who she would distance herself from. A strong personality, Siri had moments of strife with anyone she came into regular contact with including Bant. It just seemed to be more prevalent with Obi-Wan. Bant had eventually just chalked it up to personality conflict. Not everyone was meant to get along, though as a Jedi, she thought that it should have been easier to overcome. Sharing that thought with Siri had earned her an abrupt absence of the padawan's presence for almost a month. Since that time Siri had made an obvious effort to get along with not just Obi-Wan, but all of her agemates.
"You spot Chun and Muln?" Siri asked quietly, not looking at her.
Bant nodded affirmatively and relaxed back into her seat as she continued to scope the place without looking as if she were doing so.
"What could possibly be going on here?" Siri asked more to herself, distracted as she ran possibilities through her mind.
"Doesn't matter. It's not our business." Bant replied.
Irritated and incredulous, Siri glanced at her sideways. "As if you aren't just as curious."
"Of course I am." Bant admitted. "And when this, whatever it is, is over, I'm going to make sure those boys spill every last juicy detail." Smiling, she took another drink. "But until then…I'm going to enjoy the show." The night was looking so much more promising than she had anticipated.
Sulking, though she'd never admit it, Siri sat back and joined her friend in the covert observation of their undercover classmates. The padawans were both aware that they should probably leave and would likely get a dressing down from their respective masters once the situation became known but the temptation to watch their agemates in action outside of the confines of the Temple was just too strong to resist. As senior padawans all of them had done undercover assignments of some sort. Usually it was away missions under the watchful eye of a master. If more than one team of Jedi were dispatched the pair may team up if the situation called for it but it was a rare instance to be assigned a mission on planet and to also get the chance to work with your best friends.
Bant was envious.
Siri was jealous.
Bant's rebuke of Siri's curiosity did not stop her analytical mind from turning over potential scenarios as to what her four best friends were up to. While Obi-Wan, Bruck and Garen did not avoid each other they did not give the appearance of the close friends she knew them to be either. The close bond they shared as friends would allow for easier communication in any mission but as she quested out with the Force she could sense no link binding them together at all. Had she not been looking at Obi-Wan in that moment she would have missed the quick but panicked look he threw her way. It was all the distraction the redhead that had been curled around him earlier needed. She hooked his jaw firmly and pulled him in for a kiss. He froze before wrapping his arms around her and deepening the kiss. Bant had to look away as his hands began to slowly roam the supple curves of her body. He gave every indication that his focus was on the warm body pressed against him but Bant knew otherwise. She glanced to Bruck who had come to his feet. A look to Garen confirmed that he too was on alert and regarding her with an intensity that almost made her uncomfortable.
"What the hell was that?" Siri asked, sensing the tension.
"An error in judgment on my part, it seems." Bant conceded. Won't be doing that again anytime soon. So, whatever was going on here was Force sensitive. Interesting indeed. Bant did her best to convey regret without reaching through the Force to her agemates to do so. The longtime friends easily read her body language and went seamlessly back to their companions with the exception of Obi-Wan, who still had a lap full of very amorous distraction. Siri voiced her sarcasm low, for Bant's ears only. "You think he's going to come up for air anytime soon?"
"I don't know." Bant said, amused at the irritation she heard in Siri's voice. "He can hold his breath nearly as long as I can." She pointed out.
Disgusted, Siri looked away. "I'm going to get another drink." She rose from the table before thinking to ask, "You want another?"
Bant declined, working her way slowly through her first drink. "No thanks."
By the time the other padawan returned, Bant had a working theory of what was going on. It was slim but all she could come up with on such short notice. "I think I've got it." She said as soon as Siri was seated.
"Really?" Siri didn't hide her surprise or her interest. "Well? Don't keep me in suspense."
"Bait. Whoever they're investigating is Force sensitive and has a taste for young beautiful men" While she knew she didn't have it all figured out, Bant was certain she was on the right track. "They're being used as bait."
Siri considered this and gave a slow nod. It made sense. The three padawans chosen were all as different as night and day in appearance but all were undeniably attractive in their own right. Garen was the epitome of tall, dark and handsome with his broad shoulders and thick chocolate colored waves. Bruck was your strong silent type. His fine white hair, flawless skin and deep blue eyes giving him an exotic and mysterious appeal. And Obi-Wan, well there was no denying that he was your classic pretty boy. Bant quirked her lips is a small smirk. Oh, how Obi-Wan hated that term. She had to admit though – it fit. Golden and beautiful in the most masculine sense of the word the boy had the body and face to rival some of the mythical deities she had come across in her study of ancient civilizations.
Bant's gaze settled on the object of her thoughts. Obi-Wan had managed to untangle himself from the redhead and was doing his best to give everyone in his current circle of 'friends' equal attention. At every opportunity he distanced himself from the girl as subtly as possible, but to no avail. The young lady either couldn't take the hint or didn't want to. Bant and Siri shared a glance. That could be a complication.
Obi-Wan no sooner broke from the redhead when another young lady intercepted him. He immediately took her hand as they conversed. It was obvious that they were familiar with each other and Obi-Wan gave her his full attention, smiling and laughing as she spoke. The group surrounding him appeared to be tight knit – all close friends who had easily accepted Obi-Wan into their midst.
A young man nearly Garen's height suddenly put his arm around Obi-Wan's shoulder and interrupted the conversation by whispering into his ear. The padawan nodded, accepting a small hand held mirror with an assortment of powdered spice arranged in neat lines. Bant and Siri watched in undisguised dismay as their friend took a small straw and casually snorted two rows of the illegal substance. The fact that as a Jedi Obi-Wan could metabolize the drug and not allow it to affect him did little to lessen their shock at what they'd witnessed.
Instead of passing the mirror to his new lady friend, Obi-Wan made a show of wetting the tip of his pinky and pressing it to the powder. He held it before her in invitation and her dark eyes sparkled in approval. Slowly, deliberately he brought it to his mouth, licking it clean – teasing her with his tongue. If she wanted it she would have to come and get it. The young woman stepped forward confidently, molding her body to Obi-Wan's as she wrapped a hand around the back of his neck and pulled him to her lips. His hands settled on her hips when it became obvious that her intent was to savor more than just the spice. He didn't seem to mind at all.
They broke apart with matching grins as the band started a new song, apparently a very popular one by the hooting and cheering of the crowd. The spice dealer slapped Obi-Wan on the back with a smile as the lead singer searched the crowd, her voice amplified as she called for her muse with the sexy, smoky voice, hopeful that he was in the crowd. With a rueful smile and confident swagger, Obi-Wan headed for the stage tugging his new friend along behind him. The music had already begun by the time he mounted the platform and joined the band, leaving the girl on the dance floor at his feet.
For the second time that night, Siri Tachi was speechless. Bant was pretty sure the girl was completely unaware that her mouth was gaping yet again. The lighting dimmed, a single soft beam illuminating the leather clad beauty and the gorgeous sprite that had joined her side. Bant smiled when Obi-Wan's smooth, melodic voice reached her ears...the beginnings of a love song by the sounds of it.
He was a natural.
"Did you know he could sing like that?" Siri asked moments later when some of the shock had worn off.
Yes. She did. When they were younger Obi-Wan had written a song for her and sang it to Bant on her tenth naming day. But to see him like this, up on stage - without any of the uncertainty and self consciousness that he had displayed on that day and the few occasions she had heard him since - was magical. She didn't answer Siri, the look on her face said it all.
At that moment Obi-Wan could have been a rock star as easily as a Jedi. The pair of them owned the stage, and every eye in the bar was trained on them. Bant watched as their eyes met and they joined hands singing the words to each other as if they really were lovers separated by the tragic hand of fate. It was a beautiful song. Bant was so enchanted that she missed Bruck's approach. He appeared suddenly before her, blocking her view.
"Would you care to dance?" He asked with a slight bow, holding his hand out to her.
Momentarily surprised, Bant recovered quickly. Her smile widened and she took his hand and let him lead her to the dance floor. Siri crossed her arms and sat back. Unwillingly, her eyes returned to Obi-Wan.
"What are you doing here?" Bruck asked as they began to dance, his mouth near her ear.
"What are you doing here?" She replied, looking up into his eyes.
He was being cordial but she knew he was exasperated by the situation. Still, he smiled and came back with, "I could tell you, but then I'd have to kill you."
"Cute." She said, letting it drop. She knew that he could not give her any information. Bant let her gaze swing to Obi-Wan, making no effort to hide her pleasure at his performance.
"Enjoying the show?" Bruck asked, amused. "Believe it or not he's pretty low key tonight."
The comment brought her gaze back to Bruck. "Really?" As if she weren't already bursting with curiosity about this mission.
"You have no idea." Bruck responded with a long suffering sigh, but offered no details. Bant gave him a long look, one that said that when the time came, he would be spilling all of the details.
Bruck grew serious with his next words. "You know you have to leave right?"
"That's not really a question is it?" She asked, sensing that Bruck was relaying an order from his master.
"No, it's not." He confirmed. "You may have already jeopardized our situation." Bant apologized for her slip earlier. She was bubbling with questions but knew none of them would be answered tonight. As the song came to an end she let Bruck lead her back to the table. He gave a curt nod to Siri as he slipped back into the crowd.
"We're leaving." Bant didn't bother to hide her disappointment as she spoke to Siri, watching as Obi-Wan dropped from the stage to the sound of applause and picked up right where he left off with the dark eyed beauty from earlier. She wrapped her arms around him and tugged him back to the dance floor when he attempted to leave.
Bant's tone indicated the decision was not hers. Siri understood, though she held up her nearly full glass. "Fine. After we finish our drinks." At these prices she was not leaving until she got her money's worth. With a shrug, Bant took her seat. How long could it take?
Bant spotted Garen on the dance floor not far from Obi-Wan. He did not have the unrestrained energy that Obi-Wan did, but he had a groove all his own and seemed to be enjoying the armful of curves currently pasted to him. He did not look at her, but she could tell that Garen felt the weight of her gaze. Bant took a sip of her drink.
When the song ended, Garen kissed his partner's hand and released her. Unlike Obi-Wan's partner, she tossed him a smile and departed. Obi's partner continued to tug on him, this time to pull him off the dance floor. The padawan let himself be pulled along until someone grabbed his other hand. Surprised, Obi-Wan turned to meet Garen's gaze.
Time slowed for Bant as she processed what she was seeing. No words that she could see were spoken between her two friends, but there was a shy flirtatious quality to their interaction. Obi-Wan detached himself from his previous partner with a quick whisper in her ear and as the music began, he stepped into the shelter of Garen's embrace, submitting his lead to the taller man.
Siri choked on her drink.
If Bant had been indulging at that moment, she may have suffered the same consequence. Instincts told her that it was simply a way for the two friends to communicate about the mission without having to access the Force. But her eyes couldn't get beyond how comfortable they seemed in the others arms. It was beyond shocking. And though she was consciously unable to admit it at this moment – the sight of them together was undeniably erotic.
Of their own volition, Bant's eyes sought out Bruck. He met her gaze steadily with a knowing smile. She alone, in their small group of friends, knew of the feelings Bruck once held for Obi-Wan. They had long since been tempered by the genuine friendship that had developed but every once in awhile Bant would catch a look in Bruck's eye as he gazed at Obi-Wan. She suspected that a part of him would always be infatuated with the ginger haired youth.
"I think you're right." Siri said, sucking the last of her drink through the neon straw before adding, "It's time to go."
Still, Siri lingered. She seemed as affected by the site before her as Bant did. It wasn't until the two friends finally broke apart, that the spell was broken. And by then it was too late. They really should have made good their escape before anything got out of hand. It didn't occur to Bant how much trouble her and Siri would be in from their master's for potentially compromising this mission until Obi-Wan began his controlled stalk towards them. She had a bad feeling about this. Without accessing the Force, she sensed both Bruck and Garen suddenly on edge as well.
Her Obi-Wan was modest and confident with fresh, clean cut good looks. This Obi-Wan bordered on arrogant as he boldly approached them with a rolling swagger. Someone had gone to great pains to enhance every bit of natural beauty he possessed. The padawan cut remained, without braid or tail, but the tips were kissed in bronzed gold. Eyes, as blue as the arctic waters of Hoth were subtly lined and smudged with kohl. Thick, dark lashes longer than they had any right to be on a man, framed the jeweled depths.
He wore a sleeveless, sapphire blue, synth-silk shirt with an open collar, the first two buttons undone. It was not tight, but it clung nicely in all the right places, molding perfectly to the lithe muscular body beneath. A matching leather strap adorned his right bicep and snug black leggings disappeared into fine, supple leather boots of the same color.
He was absolutely breathtaking.
Obi-Wan's gaze settled on Sir as he approached. It was brash and assertive, filled with challenge as he stopped before her and held out his hand. He did not speak. He didn't have to. Bant held her breath and somehow sensed that Bruck and Garen were doing the same. This was so not a good idea. She should grab Siri now and get them both out of here. They had stayed too long.
Siri hesitated. Bant's unease increased when Obi-Wan smirked at her knowingly. The blonde padawan's eyes narrowed. Easily read at times, Bant recognized Siri's dilemma. Nothing would please her more than to refuse the cocky padawan in such a public arena, but if there was one thing that Siri Tachi could not resist, it was a challenge. Obi-Wan's eyes all but sparkled with it – daring her to accept.
Bant groaned silently as Siri stood. She looked at the proffered hand and almost refused. Bant plainly saw the determination in the girl's eyes to give as good as she got. She would not let herself be intimidated. She took Obi-Wan's hand, not in submission, but in acceptance of the challenge. His smile bordered on lewd as he began to walk backwards towards the dance floor, his gaze never leaving hers.
The music had changed once again. The tempo was different, neither slow nor fast, but a techno beat somewhere between. It was almost hypnotic, the rhythm pulsing and primal as the bodies on the floor moved their bodies in a cadence that Bant realized with a start simulated an intimate act of an entirely different kind. It was like watching a speeder wreck. She knew she should look away but was unable to do so.
In her heels, Siri was of an equal height to Obi-Wan. When he pulled her roughly to him, she turned at the last minute. He didn't seem to mind, molding himself to her back, his hands settling on her hips as they began to move. Not to be outdone, Siri let her head fall back to his shoulder, joined from shoulder to knee as their bodies began to undulate in time with the music. Obi-Wan's arm wrapped about her slim waist and Siri let her hands slide back to grip the outside of Obi-Wan's thighs, thrusting her hips back.
He spun her suddenly, golden curls tossed about her face as Siri was pulled tight against his chest. Their bodies didn't miss a beat, still perfectly synchronized with the music as they met eye to eye. Bant could only imagine what passed in the intense gaze they leveled upon each other. No words were spoken, the music on the floor too loud to allow it. How long could this song be? It seemed to go on forever. Bant couldn't wait for it to end.
Siri hooked a bared leg around Obi-Wan's calf and he leaned forward supporting her as she arched her back to display her flexibility – the tips of her curls brushing the polished dance floor. His free hand settled on her stomach and slowly smoothed its way up her body and between her breasts. The movement was purposeful. Sensual. Filled with a sexual tension that, if faked, was done so with expertise.
Siri pulled herself upright just as Obi-Wan gripped her tighter. They met face to face again, lips a scant inch or two apart. Bant couldn't make out either of their expressions due to the wild fall of Siri's hair. The music ended and other couples were leaving the floor, the band announcing a short break, but Obi and Siri remained frozen on the floor. Pressed together. Still breathing the same air.
At some unseen signal, Obi-Wan released her and stepped back. Bant saw Siri stiffen as Obi-Wan's gaze slid appreciatively over her body. He gave her a smug, satisfied smile and then turned his back and walked away.
Siri remained frozen in place for a long moment before Bant saw her square her shoulders, and lift her head. When the padawan strolled back to their table, her dignity was once again firmly in place.
"Let's go." The words were filled with restrained emotion - though of what kind Bant could not tell.
Bant met Garen's gaze and then Bruck's as she followed Siri. Both had carefully held masks in place, but she could sense their consternation as well. There would be unpleasant fallout from this - of that there was no doubt. The already volatile relationship between Obi and Siri had just turned explosive.
They paused at the exit, both turning for one final look before leaving. Across the bar Obi-Wan turned and met Siri's gaze. He gave her a final farewell wink before lowering his lips to the willing redhead in his arms.
Bant grabbed Siri's arm and dragged her from the club. She had expected to see anger in her friend's eyes, but was stunned to see something else. The words she spoke were for herself as much as for Siri.
"We need to forget this night ever happened." She knew that for both of them it would be easier said than done.
The end.
A/N 2 Okay – so this was a little different for me. But definitely fun. I hope you enjoyed this OOC behavior for Obi-Wan :) Qui is there, somewhere, behind the scenes. I've gotten many requests for a Xan/Obi viggie and I promise – once the muse finds the proper motivation – it will happen.
I'll be posting another story soon – but it is in another fandom. Just know that I will continue to return to this fandom as time allows. I'm even considering a potential oneshot/vignette for Going Home as well. Yup – ya heard that right :)
Thanks so much for reading. A special thanks to those who honor me with a review.
--shan