Disclaimer: Star Wars and all associated characters, plotlines, and worlds (good and bad) are property and copyright © of George Lucas (aka The Richest Man in Hollywood). This is purely for fan entertainment only.

BTW- If you're uncomfortable with Obi-Wan having fun of his own, make sure you at least read the end of the chapter- it is important for the "plot".

So- that means this is rated MA for sexual content.

Chapter 3

Anakin flipped idly through the images captured early that day, a grin spreading across his face in remembrance. The smooth curves of Padmé's hips and thighs brought a hot knot of anticipation and desire to clench his gut. He slid his hand into his pants, remembering the feeling of Padmé's smooth fingers clenching around him. His breath became ragged as he moved his hand along his hard shaft, recalling how timid and shy she had been the first time she touched him. His breath hitched as he remembered how bold she had grown, how good her soft palm felt against his head.

He quickened the pace and groaned as he remembered how she generally liked to finish him off with a combination of her nimble tongue and her sweet little mouth. He let out a brief cry of relief as his climax came, imagining he was splattering all over her flat, white belly instead of making a mess on his own.

He laid his head back, a satisfied grin tweaking up his lips. If only she were here now, perhaps straddling his hips and riding him. Desire was beginning to replace his sated mood again, but he shrugged it off, preferring the relaxation.

A call came from the next room, "Anakin, don't forget, you have to be at the Council in five minutes." He heard a muted chuckle and bolted upright. "I hope you didn't fall asleep again." Obi-Wan admonished.

He dug around underneath the bed for a sock, quickly wiping away the mess he had made, stashing the sock underneath the bed once more and placing the data viewer on the nightstand. He mashed a few buttons, turning it off.

He straightened his tunic and started replacing his Jedi robe as he walked out through the living area, eyeing Obi-Wan. "Aren't you coming?"

Obi-Wan had his head buried in the couch, his arm dangling towards the floor. "I don't feel well, Anakin." He murmured, his voice muffled.

Anakin shook his head, heading out, "Alright, whatever."

As the door shut, an eruption of feminine giggles came from behind the couch. Sabé's head poked up from behind, and she looked down on Obi-Wan, dark lockets dangling down towards his face. He pulled her over the low side of the couch, drawing her back on top of him.

"You are very evil, you know that?" he reprimanded, a grin on his face. He slid his hands over her very bare back.

She shook her head, her hair brushing down on his face. "Obi-Wan, this was your idea, if you would recall." She wiggled into a more comfortable position, her knees bracing her, hovering over him.

He leaned up to kiss her nose, drawing her closer to his groin. "My little vixen, what would you have done if Anakin had found you, as nude as the day you were born, behind that couch?"

Sabé blushed attractively, arching her back as she laughed, imagining Anakin's face. "I dare say he would have been in for something of a surprise." She lowered her hips, resting herself comfortably on his growing erection, nudging it through his clothing. "What would you have told him? That you were my Master in the Jedi art of lovemaking?" she moved her hips as she giggled, increasing his tension and his desire.

He grabbed her hips, drawing her closer still, "I think you are the Master here," he kissed her, his hands grabbing her soft buttocks, "You've enslaved me." He caught her lips once more, "Forcing me to do your every bidding."

She grinned between his kisses, her hands probing his sides, searching for the openings of his robe. "So, that means I can get you to do that wonderful thing with your tongue again." Her eyes sparkled with delight, remembering the time on the couch, Obi-Wan's mouth playing between her legs. She had been gloriously exposed to him and there was always the threat of Anakin walking out of his room, catching them. The thrill of it heightened the pleasure.

"No, no, no, my dear lady. It is my turn to call the shots." He removed the offending robe, revealing his previously naked body once more. His hand slid between her legs, finding her moist center. He probed, watching with a grin as she writhed under his touch. He fingered her until she was slick, then replaced his fingers with his hard cock.

"Ride me, Sabé." He commanded, his voice guttural as she slid down over him. She settled down on him, her own cries coming quicker as flesh joined. He guided her hips with his hands as she grinded into him, her hips rising and falling.

"Yes, Master." She whispered, as an afterthought, her head tilting back once more with pleasure. She rode him, her hips finding the rhythm best suited to rub spots that Obi-Wan's tongue and fingers had previously explored.

And it rocked her to orgasm, slowly but surely. She collapsed on him, her cheek resting on his firm chest, breathing in the scent of him. Sabé listened to his heartbeat before lifting her head to him, "You never tire, do you?" she whispered in awe.

He carefully maneuvered her below him, propping himself up on one arm. "Sabé, I haven't yet begun. I got to enjoy you. Now you enjoy me." He murmured, his voice a low rumble.

Obi-Wan moved again, finding the rhythm for her once more. She squirmed as the pleasure built up once more, felt it should have been impossible to extract another climax out of her sated body. Yet as he quickened his pace slightly, the rush came back, tipping her back over into an endless cycle of moans. She clasped him to her, clenched her legs about him to keep him from stopping.

Her legs, however, were the breaking point for his concentration. He was no longer capable of holding back, and thrust into her quicker, finding his own release. He pulled out at the last moment, sparing her the mess between her legs.

He sat down on the edge of the couch, trying to slow his breathing. She trailed her hand over his back, smiling, caught in relaxation. "That will do for now." He informed her, grinning. She smacked him playfully and he rose, padding towards Anakin's room. "Let me see if I can find something to clean up with."

Obi-Wan opened the door and heard a chirping noise. "What in the world could that be?" he wondered aloud, scanning the room for both the offending noisy object and something that he could use to clean Sabé with.

He edged towards the bed and his toes found a pair of socks. He reached down and found the clean one of the two, wondering why Anakin would have a dirty sock crumpled up with a clean sock.

The chirping noise continued to sound from the night table. Obi-Wan picked up a data pad, grumbling, "Anakin and his toys…" he pressed a few buttons, trying to shut the object up. Instead, the image of a very naked woman posed in a very suggestive position popped up.

Sorry it's a cliffhanger, but I can't help it, that's what I'm good at! LOL

As usual- your thoughts would be much obliged, and see I didn't make it Obidala!

Merry Christmas everyone!