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

Chapter 8

Sabé spent the rest of the night pondering what she should do, ignoring the growing ache in her thighs and the growing rumble beside her. By the Force, did Anakin snore! She repressed the urge to giggle and slipped out of the bed, going to shower. She lathered the soap over her body, her fingers coursing over her body in remembrance. She felt Anakin's fingers on her skin, and delighted in it and yet felt guilty at the same time as her mind was sobering with the hot water.

She sighed, Obi-Wan coming at once to mind. Even the glorious orgasms that Anakin had drawn out of her could not sate her longings for the Jedi Master. She imagined him there in the shower, his hands working their way up and down her back, across her buttocks. His touch would be gentle, slightly teasing.

Padmé's thoughts came to mind as well. She would just have to see if Padmé was right, whether Obi-Wan did have a place for her in his heart, or not. And her heart ached, hoping he did. She would find out soon enough, as her next stop was his apartment that he shared with Anakin.

She had picked a simple gown, not choosing one of her more delectable choices as she did not expect the mood to be rather sexy. In fact, she did not anticipate staying long.

She arrived at his apartment and found the place quiet. She wasn't sure why she expected him to be awake at this hour, but she had been hoping. Sabé sat down on the couch in the living area, sighing listlessly. The couch only brought back worse memories, though, and she put her head in her hands, sobbing quietly. The memories would not have been bad except for her fear that Obi-Wan would tell her once more that she was just his play toy.

She listened quietly, trying to detect if he was asleep or not, straining to hear his breathing. It struck her as odd that she knew that Anakin snored but did not know what it was like to hear Obi-Wan. She did not hear breathing, but did hear the sound of water running in the 'fresher. With determination, she went towards it.

Afterwards, she was not sure what possessed her to actually go inside the 'fresher while Obi-Wan was still inside, enjoying the sanctuary of the shower. She waited patiently, listening to the quiet moans and groans as he bathed himself, obviously enjoying the process. She stayed as quiet as she could, but could not withhold a gasp as he left the shower stall, as naked as the day he was born. Of course he is, silly.

She could not help but drool. His hair hung down in wet clumps about his face around his deep blue eyes. The hot water still streamed down his shoulders and across his torso. The muscles glistened under the moisture. He did not seem that surprised, however, and simply asked, his voice rumbling, "What are you doing here?"

Sabé held her jaw firm, demonstrating her resolve to ask him the question she had intended to ask him. But suddenly, it seemed stupid. The butterflies in her stomach went wild as desire clenched her gut. Her eyes could not help but wander to the "v" towards his lower abdomen. "I came to talk to you."

Obi-Wan cocked an eyebrow, threading his hands through his hair. "Talk?"

She nodded feebly, praying silently that he would put a towel on. She watched as he stood there, waiting on her response. It was obvious he was not going to move. "Yes, I wanted to know something."

He nodded, edging closer. "Go on." His look softened, and she thought her knees were going to melt beneath her.

"I wanted to know…" she bit her lip, and spit it out, "I wanted to know if you love me."

He blinked, took a step backwards. "Love you?" he repeated dumbly. He saw her lips trembling, her eyes filling with tears, and so he touched her face gently, realizing his tone had been too harsh. He did not want to see her cry. It had already dawned on him as he had thought about it later on, after she left earlier that day, but he had never expected her to ask him about it. "Yes, Sabé, I do." He said softly, kneeling in front of her.

She looked up at him in surprise, wiping the tears away. "Really?" she asked softly, almost a whisper.

"Really." He affirmed, taking her face in his hands. She did not care that he was sopping wet, she yearned for this. "I truly, honestly love you." He murmured before capturing her lips with his own.

She threw her arms about him, drawing him close as he kissed her. The proximity even seemed to drain away all of her guilt, and she let her tongue twine with his own. "My Obi-Wan, oh how I've wanted to tell you…" she began.

He put a finger to her lip, interrupting her. "Shh… let me love you as I should have all those months ago, Sabé." He caught her up in his arms and carried her to his bed in the adjoining room. "Let me make love to you for once, Sabé." His voice was low, she shivered.

Obi-Wan painstakingly drew the gown from her body, his lips dragging across every inch of revealed skin, worshipping her. He let his attention linger on her hip bones, nibbling gently, drawing tiny moans from her. He trailed to between her legs, gently opening her to him. His mouth feasted there, lips and tongue teasing over the tiny bud of her clit.

She squirmed as he manipulated her clit, his fingers making lazy circles around her center. Sabé could not hold back a loud, delighted cry as his index finger finally found its way inside her, filling the void that she had been almost painfully becoming aware of.

But it almost seemed as if he was impatient for her, as he withdrew his finger from her and took away his face as soon as he felt she was quite ready enough, instead of bringing her to climax this time. He positioned himself above her and replaced his finger with his very ready cock.

They both groaned with fulfillment as he slid in full hilt, waiting for a moment to appreciate the feel of being inside her. He began the strokes gently, lifting her about him and wrapping her legs around his hips to get a better angle for penetration. The angle led her clit to drag against him as he lifted her, simulating the simple strokes he had been making with his tongue.

She shivered as he drew it out, raising her and letting her ride the waves of pleasure that came rolling in. She gave in, letting his strong hands and arms do the work as he knelt in front of her, exacting the delight. His smile let her know that he fully intended on doing this until she very well couldn't move.

And he did, moving her hips for her in one orgasm after another. It was only when she lay back, sinking into the thick mattress, her cheeks flushed from exhaustion, that he stopped. "Are you quite satisfied?" he grinned, leaning down to kiss her swollen lips.

She nodded, incapable of moving. Her legs were beginning to go slack about his hips as she relaxed. He kissed her once more, lingering his tongue with hers as his pace quickened, and he quickly found release.

He stayed within her, his arms wrapped around her, creating a warm cocoon for her. He realized his hair was still wet, and asked her, "Do I need to dry my hair?"

Her non-answer had him realize she was already asleep in his arms. Just as she should be. But she stirred, determined to tell him something. "That wasn't me in the pictures, Obi-Wan."

He blinked, but nuzzled her closer still. "Oh? Who was it?"

"Padmé." She answered, and confident that she had relieved herself of that burden, she curled back up under his chin and fell back asleep.

So it was Padmé in my fantasies all those times… He found it was a rather comfortable way to get hard, already buried within the warmth of Sabé. But, he had better not start thinking about her curvaceous Lady with the love of his life in his arms. He smirked as he tried not to wriggle within her, So, I have a hot lover in my bed, and so does my Padawan. At least she looks like Sabé so I can't get in trouble. Right?

It was a very pleasant thought to fall asleep to.

Sorry this one is not quite as entertaining… but I've already started the other smut, which will be entertaining in and of itself.

One more chapter to go, we have to wrap up Padmé and Anakin's thoughts, too.