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

Chapter 5

Obi-Wan stared at the image, arousal replacing surprise. The photographer had caught the woman's face in rapture, sweat dotting her lovely brow and giving a lovely sheen to her creamy white skin. Her dark, curly hair tumbled down her shoulders, hiding most of her breasts, but letting a nipple peak out. Her hands were drawn to her hips, in rather obvious self pleasure.

He grinned, recognizing the features and the shape of the woman's face. "Sabé, come here, would you?" Had Anakin prepared this for him? If so, he had no idea his Padawan had such a talent for art!

Sabé peeked into Anakin's room, reluctant to go over the threshold. She eventually joined him at his side, and took the datapad into her hands. She schooled her expressions to keep from being surprised. Oh dear, Padmé, why did you let Anakin take naked pictures of you? She used the lever to flip to the next picture, to see if there were more incriminating photos.

Obi-Wan was looking at her with an amused expression on his face, and so she looked back up at him. "Were you doing that as a gift for me?"

She kept from grimacing. Obi-Wan you have no idea, do you? She stared at the next suggestive images, seeing her Lady's very evident entertainment with her secret husband. She finally flipped to one with Anakin, and gulped rather audibly as Obi-Wan peered over her shoulder. I thought he would be bigger than that… she tossed the thought away as Obi-Wan's face turned from surprise to alarm, with tinges of jealousy.

His voice was quiet, menacing, "Sabé, do you have a mutual agreement with Anakin, too?"

She was torn, not sure whether to be loyal to her Lady and her privacy and let Obi-Wan think that she was indeed the one in the pictures; or whether to tell him the truth and preserve her image in his eyes. But the way he phrased it pained her, and she expressed this, "Mutual agreement?"

Obi-Wan frowned, "Don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about. We have an agreement that our relationship is for mutual pleasure only." The jealousy was still evident in his face, however. She wondered absently if he was aware how jealous he was. If it was truly simply for pleasure, why would he care if she did the same with another man?

She sighed, looked up at him. She could not help the hurt on her face. Was it more than just pleasure? She had gone into their "relationship" under the same impressions he had- that they joined together to save each other the sexual frustration each had to face due to their strict adherence to their duties. He was a Jedi- he could not entertain attachments; and she was a Handmaiden, practically married to Padmé.

When had that changed, to fill with this dread at telling him that she was with another, even if it was a lie? When had the giddy excitement to lie around in Obi-Wan's arms and enjoy all the pleasures he had to offer turn to appreciation for his wit, his sarcasm? When had she grown to need him?

He saw the pain in her face, tilted his head down to kiss her lips softly. "No, don't answer that." He amended, his voice tender. "I didn't mean to make it sound like that. You're not a common prostitute." Her eyes filled with tears at the word, and he fumbled helplessly, looking for the right words, his diplomatic suave melting away at the sight of her tears. "No, you're a friend with benefits… right?"

She nodded dumbly, not sure why exactly she was crying. He kissed away salty tears from her cheeks, trying to get her to smile. He drew her close, his body suddenly and very fiercely remembering that she did not have a single article of clothing on her body. He struggled to maintain composure while he soothed her, trying with every inch of his being to be a gentleman.

Sabé tilted her head to meet his eyes, her chocolate brown eyes glistening with the tears. They subsided as she saw the need and yearning in his clear blue eyes. She brought her hand to his face, her fingers trailing through his carefully trimmed beard, giggling softly as she smelled herself in his facial hair.

He took his as a sign of encouragement that she was alright, and pressed his hand to her lower back, bringing her closer. His mouth claimed hers and she met his passion with her own, her tongue delving into his mouth. She allowed herself one last thought before throwing herself in headfirst, Safe, for now.

She let her hands trail over the hair on his chest, feeling the toned muscles beneath. Obi-Wan was a man in his prime, she reflected with a slight grin, seasoned and experienced. She almost wanted to laugh as she remembered the brief glances at Anakin, who while gorgeous in his own right, had no claim to the man in her arms now.

And he seemed to be trying to remind her of this, as he calculated every caress, every kiss. He knew exactly where to touch her- places she herself had not known she would enjoy until he had opened her up to him. He continued his exploration of her naked skin, softly touching areas he somehow knew would be tender from their previous experience.

He tilted her back onto Anakin's bed and she knew then that he was certainly trying to erase the memories he thought she had. But, as he roamed over her hips, his lips dancing where fingers once did, she realized she didn't care. She didn't care that the soft sheets under her were not made up, and smelled very distinctly of another man. She almost wanted to laugh, knowing that Anakin would probably be tortured by the distinct perfume of her hair on his pillow while he was trying to sleep that night.

She boldly drew him to her, capturing his mouth while her hand explored down his stomach. He groaned as she took his manhood into her hand, her palm caressing its head. She glided her fingers over him slowly at first, feeling his erection grow at her touch. She sped it up as his breathing got more raged, then pressed her hips upward, welcoming him inside.

Obi-Wan let himself get caught up in the rhythm she had started, and found himself thrusting quickly, not tempering the pace for her. But he did not fail to notice that she was still enjoying herself- raising her hips to meet his own, providing the necessary friction that sent spirals of pleasure through her body and cries into his ears.

He did not stall, and allowed himself the release once more, only remembering at the last moment to pull away. He only hoped he did not soil his Padawan's bed, although the evil, nagging voice in the back of his head told him that perhaps Anakin deserved it. He curled up beside her and held her lithe body to his own, wondering why in the world he was so worried that the beautiful nymph in his arms was with another as well, if it was just for pleasure.

The nagging voice brought up ideas- was Anakin better in bed? Did he please her more? He remembered the images, the ecstasy on the woman's face. The positions that her agile body so effortlessly bent into. The very apparent readiness for the man she should not be with.

But that nagging little voice also reminded him, as he was falling asleep, that Sabé did not confirm or deny that it was actually she in the images… perhaps Padmé…

Sorry this one is more plot than smut… it had to be done! I also don't want to run out of ideas so that the smut doesn't grow boring! LOL

I'm just amazed at the reviews! You guys are fantastic!

I guess I need to add more sex to Depths of the Soul! LOL j/k