(-_-) Hello again, so glad you like it. This Chapter is lovingly
dedicated to my best bud in the universe, Guenever, for obvious reasons. (-
_-)
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Caitlin noted that Guenever was taking an unusually long time to yell at the ice cream truck. Bing!
Da2187Leia: ah, silenced for good QofNaboo: joy Da2187Leia: g2g, can i come over later? QofNaboo: sure thang, whats up? Da2187Leia: sudden visit from a jedi who needs money QofNaboo: curious. Da2187Leia: itll make sense when i see u QofNaboo: k, ttfn
Well, Cadi thought as her friend signed off, that's interesting.
***
Guendea flicked off the monitor and flew out of her house and down the stairs to open the door.
"Whoa," she breathed and blinked hard. She was conscious, and Obi-Wan Kenobi, or someone very much like him, was at her door. He looked more baby- ish than usual. "How old are you?" she squinted.
"Sixteen, you?" his smooth, distinct voice returned.
"Same," she stared a moment longer, wanting to jump up and down maniacally. She cleared her throat, "So, how much money do you need, exactly?" She led him up the stairs to her apartment. Cautiously, he followed.
"Three 'dollars,' but I'd much prefer access to the Force. My mind whammies don't seem to be very effective on this planet. As a matter of fact, I'm not even sure which planet I'm on," he said, sincerely perplexed.
"Earth," she stated, stifling a laugh at him unknowingly quoting C-3PO, "No Force? That sucks."
"Indeed," they entered the apartment. He noticed an alluring purple glow coming out of a darkened room. "Ooh," he said aloud as he peeked inside. The room was aglow with ultraviolet light, stars and devil duckies glowed a ghastly green from all over the room, glitter lamps and a well-placed disco ball sparkled, countless curiously-positioned toys were everywhere, thematic posters consumed the walls. "You sleep here?" he asked upon noticing the spacey-looking bunkbeds.
"Mmhmm," she acknowledged proudly.
"Shibby," he smiled, but he focused on one of the posters and it faded, "Wait a second.that's my Master! And me! Fighting a really scary guy!"
"Um, yes. You're quite famous on this planet," she figured that was the best way to explain it. Not wanting him to be traumatized any further, she decided to change the subject, "So what do you need the money for?"
"Well, I came across a café full of boxes.small boxes.and they look like primitive models of computers.and the boy who was playing Snood says I have to give him three dollars to use a box for an hour. I figure if I get onto one, I can figure out how to get back to Coruscant," he said all in one breath.
"I see," Guen replied, deciding not to mention that she had a "small box" in her living room. "So if I give you three dollars, what will I get in return?"
"Um, my eternal gratitude, and." now this Obi-Wan had to consider. He had nothing material to offer. Suddenly, a particular memory of pulling his intoxicated Master out of a Kissing Booth, along with a jar full of cash, flashed in his mind. It seemed a little too easy."a kiss?"
She frowned. "Just one?" she flapped the three paper bills in her hand.
"A really good kiss?" he stammered.
"Hmmm," Guendea pretended to contemplate the offer carefully, while inside she was ready to pin him against the wall and make it a done deal. How much further could she stretch this out? "How bout this," she said, all business- like, "One, good, three-minute kiss. A dollar per minute."
"Fair enough," he shrugged, eyes already falling on her lips. He took a breath and leaned in.
"Wait a second!" she said, disappearing into the kitchen, reappearing with a plastic thing resembling a vegetable of some sorts. She rotated the upper half, and it started ticking.
"You're TIMING this?" he asked incredulously.
"Gotta get my money's worth," she grinned.
He huffed, "Fine." Their eyes locked for a second, his crystalline gaze sinking into her deep dark pools. Again he leaned in, taking a small breath, his eyes fluttering shut. He felt the brush of her eyelashes on his cheek and the gentle pressure of their lips finally meeting. He angled his head slightly, tightening the lock. Unconsciously, his tongue pleaded for entrance to her mouth. Her jaw relaxed and her lips parted. He delved deeper. His tongue entwined with hers, danced with it. He retracted slightly, focusing his attention on lips once again. Tenderly they enveloped one another, pressing and caressing in a methodical massage. Her lips slowly pulled at his lower one until they had disengaged fully. But that didn't last long. Barely waiting to breathe beforehand, they dove again, tongues exploring every aspect of the other's mouth. Their noses brushed as they quickened their motions-
Be-bee-beep! Be-bee-beep! Be-bee-beep!
Surprised at the interruption, they jumped away from each other. Slowly coming back to reality, Guen picked up the timer.
"Well, those were the quickest three minutes of all time," she muttered, setting the timer down again and turning back to the young Jedi. He was quite fidgety.
He cleared his throat, "So."
"Time jipped me, but a deal is a deal," Guen reasoned, recovering the three dollars from the dresser and sticking it in his tunic. He looked at her with a confused form of gratitude, unsure of what to say. She smiled reassuringly and gave him a pat on the fuzzy head, "Don't worry, you earned your money. It was my pleasure, come back if you need any other help."
"Really?" his eyebrows went up, sincerely pleased.
"Really really. Always a pleasure to meet a Jedi, you know," she said, opening the door for him.
"Wow, thanks!" he gave her a dashing grin and disappeared as she tried to remain cool. As soon as he was out of earshot, Guen locked the door and proceeded to giggle profusely. She had just made out with THE Obi-Wan Kenobi.
***
Obi-Wan strutted down the fairly empty street, back in the direction of the café. He couldn't help but grin. That was the easiest three dollars he'd ever made. Ahh.
And now to see if he could get himself home to brag.
***
(-_-) I do hope everyone enjoyed the makeout scene. I worked very hard on it. Writing a three-minute kiss is quite the trial. Don't forget to review! (-_-)
***
Caitlin noted that Guenever was taking an unusually long time to yell at the ice cream truck. Bing!
Da2187Leia: ah, silenced for good QofNaboo: joy Da2187Leia: g2g, can i come over later? QofNaboo: sure thang, whats up? Da2187Leia: sudden visit from a jedi who needs money QofNaboo: curious. Da2187Leia: itll make sense when i see u QofNaboo: k, ttfn
Well, Cadi thought as her friend signed off, that's interesting.
***
Guendea flicked off the monitor and flew out of her house and down the stairs to open the door.
"Whoa," she breathed and blinked hard. She was conscious, and Obi-Wan Kenobi, or someone very much like him, was at her door. He looked more baby- ish than usual. "How old are you?" she squinted.
"Sixteen, you?" his smooth, distinct voice returned.
"Same," she stared a moment longer, wanting to jump up and down maniacally. She cleared her throat, "So, how much money do you need, exactly?" She led him up the stairs to her apartment. Cautiously, he followed.
"Three 'dollars,' but I'd much prefer access to the Force. My mind whammies don't seem to be very effective on this planet. As a matter of fact, I'm not even sure which planet I'm on," he said, sincerely perplexed.
"Earth," she stated, stifling a laugh at him unknowingly quoting C-3PO, "No Force? That sucks."
"Indeed," they entered the apartment. He noticed an alluring purple glow coming out of a darkened room. "Ooh," he said aloud as he peeked inside. The room was aglow with ultraviolet light, stars and devil duckies glowed a ghastly green from all over the room, glitter lamps and a well-placed disco ball sparkled, countless curiously-positioned toys were everywhere, thematic posters consumed the walls. "You sleep here?" he asked upon noticing the spacey-looking bunkbeds.
"Mmhmm," she acknowledged proudly.
"Shibby," he smiled, but he focused on one of the posters and it faded, "Wait a second.that's my Master! And me! Fighting a really scary guy!"
"Um, yes. You're quite famous on this planet," she figured that was the best way to explain it. Not wanting him to be traumatized any further, she decided to change the subject, "So what do you need the money for?"
"Well, I came across a café full of boxes.small boxes.and they look like primitive models of computers.and the boy who was playing Snood says I have to give him three dollars to use a box for an hour. I figure if I get onto one, I can figure out how to get back to Coruscant," he said all in one breath.
"I see," Guen replied, deciding not to mention that she had a "small box" in her living room. "So if I give you three dollars, what will I get in return?"
"Um, my eternal gratitude, and." now this Obi-Wan had to consider. He had nothing material to offer. Suddenly, a particular memory of pulling his intoxicated Master out of a Kissing Booth, along with a jar full of cash, flashed in his mind. It seemed a little too easy."a kiss?"
She frowned. "Just one?" she flapped the three paper bills in her hand.
"A really good kiss?" he stammered.
"Hmmm," Guendea pretended to contemplate the offer carefully, while inside she was ready to pin him against the wall and make it a done deal. How much further could she stretch this out? "How bout this," she said, all business- like, "One, good, three-minute kiss. A dollar per minute."
"Fair enough," he shrugged, eyes already falling on her lips. He took a breath and leaned in.
"Wait a second!" she said, disappearing into the kitchen, reappearing with a plastic thing resembling a vegetable of some sorts. She rotated the upper half, and it started ticking.
"You're TIMING this?" he asked incredulously.
"Gotta get my money's worth," she grinned.
He huffed, "Fine." Their eyes locked for a second, his crystalline gaze sinking into her deep dark pools. Again he leaned in, taking a small breath, his eyes fluttering shut. He felt the brush of her eyelashes on his cheek and the gentle pressure of their lips finally meeting. He angled his head slightly, tightening the lock. Unconsciously, his tongue pleaded for entrance to her mouth. Her jaw relaxed and her lips parted. He delved deeper. His tongue entwined with hers, danced with it. He retracted slightly, focusing his attention on lips once again. Tenderly they enveloped one another, pressing and caressing in a methodical massage. Her lips slowly pulled at his lower one until they had disengaged fully. But that didn't last long. Barely waiting to breathe beforehand, they dove again, tongues exploring every aspect of the other's mouth. Their noses brushed as they quickened their motions-
Be-bee-beep! Be-bee-beep! Be-bee-beep!
Surprised at the interruption, they jumped away from each other. Slowly coming back to reality, Guen picked up the timer.
"Well, those were the quickest three minutes of all time," she muttered, setting the timer down again and turning back to the young Jedi. He was quite fidgety.
He cleared his throat, "So."
"Time jipped me, but a deal is a deal," Guen reasoned, recovering the three dollars from the dresser and sticking it in his tunic. He looked at her with a confused form of gratitude, unsure of what to say. She smiled reassuringly and gave him a pat on the fuzzy head, "Don't worry, you earned your money. It was my pleasure, come back if you need any other help."
"Really?" his eyebrows went up, sincerely pleased.
"Really really. Always a pleasure to meet a Jedi, you know," she said, opening the door for him.
"Wow, thanks!" he gave her a dashing grin and disappeared as she tried to remain cool. As soon as he was out of earshot, Guen locked the door and proceeded to giggle profusely. She had just made out with THE Obi-Wan Kenobi.
***
Obi-Wan strutted down the fairly empty street, back in the direction of the café. He couldn't help but grin. That was the easiest three dollars he'd ever made. Ahh.
And now to see if he could get himself home to brag.
***
(-_-) I do hope everyone enjoyed the makeout scene. I worked very hard on it. Writing a three-minute kiss is quite the trial. Don't forget to review! (-_-)