Title: Just One Night

Rating: PG-13

Authors: Jedi-JEB (Jennifer and Bethany)

Disclaimer: We do not own any of these characters nor are making any money off of this. This is purely for entertainment purposes.

Siri led the way, dodging his attempts to tag her back, until they got to the hanger bay and she leapt into one of the speeders. Once comfortable in the pilot's seat, she glanced over at Obi-Wan with a fake yawn, making it look like she was bored waiting for him. "What's the matter Kenobi, getting old?" she teased.

Obi-Wan rolled his eyes. "Every moment and so are you, Young Apprentice."

Siri's mouth dropped open. "You did NOT just call me that!" she exclaimed as she quickly pulled out of the hanger.

"I think I did Padawan." He smirked at her. "One of the perks of being a Knight."

Siri glared with a pout. She would have crossed her arms if she wasn't piloting. She did not like being called that. In fact, she only allowed Adi to call her that.

Obi-Wan reached over pinching her cheek. "You'll be grown up soon."

"I am grown up, in case you didn't notice," she pointed out, rubbing her cheek gently with one hand.

"Oh I noticed." He smiled. "I'm teasing." He told her.

"I know," she had to give a small smile at this.

"So. Are we there yet?"

"You want to drive?" Siri asked.

"Yeah...I do."

Siri released the controls as if to say 'go for it'. She leaned back in her seat, arms folded behind her head, as if she was lounging in the sun, not flying through large, busy lanes of Coruscant traffic.

Obi-Wan quickly grabbed them. "Hey!"

"You wanted to," she reminded him, sitting back up.

"Ok I changed my mind." He handed them back to her.

Siri smirked, taking the controls again, going back to piloting. She knew she could get him with that trick. She pushed the accelerator so she was speeding past others, weaving between vehicles.

"You know you don't have to go so fast." He pointed out. "We have all night."

"Hey, if you are going to keep putting down my style, you can pilot," she offered, releasing the controls with one hand, glancing at him as if daring him to try it again.

Obi-Wan put her hand back on the controls. "I'm not putting down your style I just saying you are going awfully fast. We're in no hurry."

Siri sighed with a roll of her eyes, but slowed down a bit. However, she was still going faster than most of the other vehicles. She was a good pilot, but didn't need to be nagged. This was supposed to be a good night.

"Besides, just because we are Jedi doesn't mean we should take advantage of the law." He put a hand on her knee stroking it gently.

Siri looked over at him with a raised eyebrow, glancing from him, to his hand on her knee.

Obi-Wan pulled his hand back realizing he may have gone too far. "I'm sorry."

"Just not while I'm piloting, you don't want me to get into an accident," she pointed out. "That would end the evening very quickly."

"If you slowed down we wouldn't have as great of chance." He pointed out.

"But the sooner we get there, the less time we have to worry about it," she remarked.

Obi-Wan just sighed and sat back in the speeder's seat. "You are so difficult." He said.

"I try," she winked, seeing the club she had been sneaking off to at night. She had been to others, but found herself coming back to this one, The Midnight Oasis.

"Is that it?" He asked.

Siri nodded, going lower to find a place to park. "I don't come to these places too often," she admitted. She really didn't like going to them, and lately she found herself enjoying places that weren't like this. Places that were more calm and serene than the clubs.

"Where do you go?" He asked.

"Sometimes on walks, usually quieter places. Just to be outside," she shrugged. It was the truth.

"I'm sure you loved Naboo didn't you?"

"It was beautiful," Siri admitted as they parked in the crowded parking area. "It just leaves sad feelings…" she trailed off, looking at him.

Obi-Wan nodded. "I know."

Siri got out of the speeder, motioning for him to do the same. She didn't know what to say in response to that, so was silent. Besides, she was readying herself to go into the loud club. The music could be heard clearly, bass booming. The lights flashed, casting colored lighting over the area. However, even with this false lighting, it was a dim area where many different beings went to meet.

Following Obi-Wan came up behind her, taking her hand and gave it a small squeeze. "Perhaps one day we can go there on leave."

"You would want to go back?" she asked, a bit surprised. After Qui-Gon's death there, she was certain he would never want to return.

"Naboo didn't cause his death, the Sith did. The place may hold memories yes, but Qui-Gon and I had some good ones while we were there."

"Like what?" Siri asked as she flashed a charming smile at the large alien bouncer. When he frowned, still standing in her way, she sighed. She gave a gentle push of the Force in his mind, and he let Siri and Obi-Wan into the club without a problem

"Like us almost getting eaten." Obi-Wan smiled. "Jar Jar was panicking and Qui-Gon kept him calm."

Siri laughed. "Not much has changed huh?" she asked, thinking of the jumpy Gungan she had met upon her arrival to Naboo.

Obi-Wan shook his head as they entered the club. "Lets not think about it though. This is our night."

Siri smiled as they entered the dim, busy club. "I believe you offered to buy me a drink," she remarked, needing to raise her voice to be heard.

Obi-Wan smiled. "What would you like." He asked as he sat her down at a table.

She paused thinking about it. "Anything Corellian," she answered with an innocent smile.

"Ok...I'll be right back." He told her and quickly came back with a bottle and two shot glasses handing one to her. "This is called Corellian whiskey. I've never had it before..."

Siri laughed. "You are in for a shock then." She remembered the first time she had tasted it. The burning sensation had caused her eyes to water. After a few shots of it, she found it easier to have. Now she barely winced when she had it. She attributed that to her Corellian heritage.

"Is it strong?" He asked.

Siri nodded with a smile. "Yes!" She didn't know if Obi-Wan ever drank, but knew this would be something extreme for him.

Obi-Wan poured the shots and lifted his class towards hers. "To us."

"To us," she touched her glass against his, the sound of it drowned out by the music, before she tossed her head back, downing the alcohol. Siri was pleased that she could swallow it without more than a shiver as it burned her throat.

He smiled as he took the shot and set it down on the table. He looked fine for a moment but then his eyes widened and put his hand up to his throat and started coughing up the strong drink. "Blast." He wheezed.

Siri laughed and patted his back in response.

Coughing for a few more moments Obi-Wan looked back up at her, cheeks flushed seeing she had taken to the alchol with no problem. "Give me another." He said, voice horse.

"You sure? This is strong stuff," she pointed out

"I can handle it." He informed her. "Especially if you can."

"I have gotten used to it. Besides, I am Corellian," she pointed out

"So it comes naturally?" He raised his eyebrow as he poured himself another shot and slowly sipped it, looking like his was about to cough it up but did not allow himself too, swallowing it.

"Better," Siri complimented him, pouring herself another shot, and swallowing it quickly

"See I can do it." He pointed out. "I've had whiskey before just not Corellian. It's a bit different." He forced down another shot, finding them more and more easy to take.

Siri took her own shot before answering. "So the perfect Padawan wasn't always perfect...interesting..." She would have thought Obi-Wan would have stayed away from alcohol. Of course, aside from an occasional glass of wine at a formal function, Siri didn't drink alcohol much. She had tried more types of alcohol in the past month than she had in her entire life.

Obi-Wan moved his chair over to Siri and he wrapped his arm around her. "No one is perfect."

Siri smiled, resting her head on his shoulder for a moment, until the familiar throat burning sensation had lessened. "I always thought you were trying to be perfect though." It was nice to know he admitted to not being perfect.

"I was and failed." He took another shot. "Worked out well huh?" He asked already feeling the affects of the alcohol.

"Yep," she laughed, taking another shot. Her tolerance was a bit more than Obi-Wan's, though not by much she was also smaller than he was.

"Now what?" He asked her.

"Well, there is dancing," she pointed out, motioning to the dance floor were a number of the couples were dancing in very suggestive movements.

"I can't dance." He told her.

"Come on, let's try...or else we can wait for a slow one...you can dance to a slow one, right?" Siri asked. She had learned some dancing on her visits, and had danced with a few men she met. However, she never even allowed them to kiss her. She was still a Jedi. Even without visiting clubs, she knew slow dancing was simple.

"Uh...I've never done it before." He admitted.

"Have you at least seen a slow dance?" Siri asked, raising a questioning eyebrow.

"Yes. I've seen it but not done it." He answered looking over the other couples that were dancing to the fast pace music.

"It isn't that hard," she assured him. "You just have to do what you feel is right by moving with the music."

"Can you teach me?" He asked.

Siri nodded. "Alright." She reached her hand to take his, leading him past some beings to the dance floor.

Obi-Wan looked around at all the other dancers with a small wince wondering if he could even do that.

"Don't worry about the others...trust me..." she whispered, having to lean close to him to do so, over the noise of the club.

Obi-Wan took a deep breath. "I think I've had just enough alcohol for this." He whispered back.

"We have more if you need," she laughed. She could feel the alcohol in her system as well. It wasn't enough to impair her judgment, but enough to loosen up.

Obi-Wan smiled. "Smart Alec." Siri just gave a small smile back and led him onto the dance floor. "All right what do I do?" He asked.

"Just move with the music," Siri suggested, as if it was the mostly logical thing in the universe, quickly finding the beat in the music. Obi-Wan nodded watching the way she was moving and wrapped an arm around her and stared to move as well.

"Good, but still a bit too stiff," she laughed at his attempts and started to move with the music, hoping it would help him catch on. She watched him as he tried to loosen up as they danced together, trying to copy her moves.

"Much better, see, is this so hard?" she asked with a grin, seeing Obi-Wan starting to catch on, and his moves looked more natural.

"Yes." He said acting like it was the most difficult thing in the world, teasing her though.

"You are enjoying it, I can tell," she remarked, not stopping her movements. She could tell that he was pleased with himself, and she was pleased for him as well. He might never need to know how to dance like this, but he was having fun.

"This is the worst experience of my life." He replied sarcastically.

Siri stopped and looked at him folding her arms, the look on her face clearly showing that she didn't believe him.

Obi-Wan smiled and pulled her towards him and started moving with her, holding her close.

Siri wrapped her arms around his neck, starting to kiss him while dancing, getting closer. They were starting to dance more like the other couples around them. She smiled as Obi-Wan kissing her back, and then felt his moves become more suggestive and she danced that way in response.

"I didn't know you had it in you...." Siri murmured, uncertain if he could hear her over the music.

Obi-Wan grinned as they continued to dance as he held her very close to his body. "Am I doing this right?" He asked, "Because it feels right."

"If it feels right, then it is," she smiled. He had picked up on it quickly. She found it hard to believe he had no dance experience ever. However, Jedi training had helped her become limber and graceful when it came to dancing, so she knew his training might be helping him now. "And you are good."

"A natural?"

"Well, I wouldn't go that far," she teased him.

Obi-Wan slid a hand down her hip holding her. "You are gorgeous."

"You aren't bad yourself." It was still strange to hear him say things like that to her, so her comments, while true, were in a teasing manner.

"Mmhmm." He kissed her. Obi-Wan pulled her off the dance floor and continued to kiss her.

The next thing he knew they were back in his apartment, in his room and he laid Siri back against the bed, kissing her deeply.

"Should I guess what will happen next?" Siri asked, voice teasing, but she could feel her heartbeat quicken, looking up at him.

"Three times in one night. Think we can handle it?" He asked.

Siri nodded. "I think so. And I want to..."

"Me too. He pulled open her tunic and dove into her kissing her neck passionately.

Siri started to kiss him back deeply, hands moving over him, pulling off his tunic. She wasn't as shy as she had been before. She was not at all what a person could consider experienced, but she knew how she could be with him.

Obi-Wan took her hand squeezing it as they continued to kiss just being lead by their passion.