The Kenobi Underground
Part II
Infamous Kenobi Trance
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[Later that day just after sabre practice…]
"Obi-Wan, why didn't you disrobe this session? Those clothes slow you down. You seemed very uncomfortable and I'm sure you must be burning up."
Obi-Wan couldn't hide the trace of a grimace, "Apparently, that's the problem."
"Obi-Wan?" Qui-Gon was befuddled at the response.
"Please don't ask, Master," he said tiredly as they traversed out of the salles and into the wide hall. He caught sight of a huddle of girls near the upcoming corner. He barely was able to keep down his groan of displeasure. He set his jaw tight and gritted his teeth. How mortifying!
The lightsabre at his side seemed twice its normal size and much heavier. He lightly blushed reflexively. His tunic stuck to his back between his shoulders and at the top of his chest. It was uncomfortable at best.
As they approached the clique, something tugged at his mind. That sharp, mischievous spark ignited, and Obi-Wan checked his grin only seconds after it had escaped, pulling it back behind his neutral mask. Well, he could have a little fun with his newly acquired knowledge…
Tioni kept her glances brief albeit lingering as the pair advanced. The four other girls were randomly doing the same.
Jianne was caught, however, in an entranced daze.
Tioni hissed at the padawan, but her friend was drifting ever more away.
"Jianne!" she huskily intoned. She *had* to break the spell before it was too late. The others in the group finally comprehended the predicament and began trying for Jianne's return to reality.
Brin touched the girl's arm.
Warning! They were losing Jianne to Obi-Wan's incomparable allure! Without notice, the Master and apprentice were swooping for the kill.
"Jianne," Tioni practically shouted, causing the teenager to jump, blink and blush fiercely.
But she'd made the situation much more complicated for herself because she swore she could feel the universe pressing in on her. With apprehension quickening her pulse, she slowly pulled her gaze to the padawan and froze. Those sea foam eyes locked her down, sealing her to the floor and jolting her heart in mid-beat. Her breath caught… And he winked!
Obi-Wan winked at her! And there was a –seductive-- smirk at his lips that twitched just as her eyes dropped to them, and then there was a phantom kiss… as if he gave a peck to the air, but only just barely. The girls around her had all gone silent or perhaps it was the infamous, Kenobi trance claiming her. So, this is what it was like.
Obi-Wan had --winked-- at her, and in all truth, had blown her a ----kiss----! Obi-Wan… Obi-Wan… Obi-Wan… Her mind turned to mush. Obi-Wan… wink… kiss… Obi-Wan… Obi–W…
Someone ground out her name and she was distantly aware of a hand on her shoulder. Then came a rather violent shake and someone calling her name once more, closer, "Tioni!"
She blinked… Obi-Wan was gone!… "Where'd he go?" she asked breathlessly, beside herself in confusion.
"He's been gone for *fifteen* minutes. What happened to you?"
"No one's been under that long," someone stated in the background. Hushed agreements laced in anxiousness followed.
"He winked at me," she mumbled, the statement sounding so unreal to her own ears.
Everyone went still. Brin's face turned to incredible empathy, "I think you need to lay down."
"He puckered his… lips at me," she breathed, faintly conscious of the incredulous taste around her.
"She's gone stellar."
"We've lost her."
"She was under too long."
"No! He did," it was urgent but awed and firm.
"Why would he?" came a suspicious query.
She mulled this over and paled considerably, gasped, "I think he knows…"
"Knows what?"
"I think he knows about *us*."
"About the club?"
"About the documentary?"
"The merchandise?"
They all paused, glancing to the person who last spoke. She shrugged, "What? What'd I say?"
Tioni mouthed, "Merchandise?"
Brin and Jianne both shook their heads in ignorance.
Tioni returned attention to the problem at hand, "Probably just of our interest…. and somehow he's found out."
They thought over this.
"I say we call a meeting."
"We never prepared for this," a timbre of realization.
"What do we do?"
It was hopeless…
"Do about what?" came a familiar, caressing, Deep Core accent from outside their huddle.