AU: Pre clone war Obi-Wan is a Jedi Master, there is no Anakin, and Qui-Gon is dead
Rating: R for sexual content and mention of child molestation
Disclaimer: Naovi Redsun and Dal Bantalian are my creations. Everyone else belongs to George Lucas
Chapter 12
Naovi smiled as she became aware of the warm body next to her. Ever since allowing Obi-Wan to enter her mind and relive her memories of Bantalian's abuse things had been different between them. She felt more comfortable with him then she ever had before. Physically, emotionally, mentally. She was no where near ready to make love with him, but she was gradually becoming accustomed to his touch. Her face grew warm as she remembered that first kiss. So different from Bantalian the kiss had been gentle, tender, and came with no expectations. Not only had it not frightened her or hurt her, she had liked it. There was something wonderful about the feeling of Obi-Wan's arms around her. When he held her, and stroked her hair she felt so safe and so cared for. He was no longer the only to engage either. Yesterday, they had been relaxing down by the lake and she had kissed him. How shocked had Obi-Wan been? Very shocked, but not displeased. She reached up and gently stroked his face. It had taken her some time to get used to the beard but she had. She didn't even tremble anymore when Obi-Wanput his hands on her when he kissed her. She'd given him the shock of his life when his tongue had slid along her lips and she had willingly parted them. She didn't roll away quickly when she woke up with her arms around him anymore either. She lay now with her head on his shoulder, her hand on his chest and her leg intertwined with his. She snuggled closer into his embrace. Obi-Wan groaned in his sleep and shifted so that his arm went around her waist. Naovi smiled and closed her eyes.
The sky was dark but the moon made the lake glow. She felt light and peaceful as she waded out till she was up to her knees. The hem of her skirt floated behind her. He was close, she could sense him. She was not afraid. She could feel his hands on her shoulders, his lips gently brushing her neck. She leaned back into him as his hands moved around to slide over her stomach. She moaned in pleasure as his hands caressed her thighs and then slid up her skirt.
"Obi-Wan," she moaned.
"You want this, don't you?" he whispered as he pressed against her. She could feel his swollen member.
"Yes," she whispered. "Take me."
"As you wish," a cold voice that was definitely not Obi-Wan. Terror shot thorugh Naovi as Bantalian's arm closed around her throat.
"So it is as I always expected, you have become Kenobi's whore"
"No," she gasped.
"You cannot hide your feelings from me, Naovi. I see your feelings for Kenobi. You want him. You desire him. You want him to take you and make you his. Well, you will never be his Naovi. You are mine! You have always been mine!"
With a startled cry Naomi shot straight up. She was covered in sweat. She glanced down at Obi-Wan who still slept undisturbed. She carefully slipped from bed and went to the bathroom. She splashed cold water onto her face. What was that dream about? She did not have these feelings for Obi-Wan. All of what they were doing was for the sake of her future as a Jedi. Obi-Wan was her master, her friend, nothing else. One thing was certain though. Bantalian was still out there, and he wasn't letting her go without a fight.
I know it's short, call it a brief interlude before the next big installment.