AN: This takes place immediately following 'Miracle' Chapter 6.
Just fyi, this part is rated a strong 'T', not 'M'. Thanks for reading!
Varykino Evening 1 (Devotion)
Obi-Wan held her hand, his own warm and familiar around hers, and led her toward the master bedroom at the villa on Varykino.
In all her time here, mostly on school retreat, Aala had never stayed in the main suite. Earlier that day when they had arrived, they had taken their things to put away, and she had spent a moment in the room to just take it all in. Everything about the suite was bright and beautiful. And big - the open room, the windows, the bed, the 'fresher...
But honestly, at the moment, Aala didn't care about anything other than the man leading her there.
And that man, her husband now, stopped just at the wide double doors that made the entrance to the suite. Seeming to sense the enormity of what this meant to her, Obi-Wan paused to let her gather her thoughts, compose herself, as if crossing the threshold itself consummated the marriage, the final step on this path they chose.
The hallway lights glowed softly around them, and almost reverently, he took both her hands in his own. With a gentle tug, he pulled her into the tight circle of his arms and pressed a kiss to her temple before she could move to look up at him. When she finally did meet his gaze he smiled, warm and promising.
"You are so beautiful," he murmured, his blue-grey eyes alight with love and he nuzzled her forehead again. "You were so beautiful tonight."
Aala couldn't help the smile that broke across her face then. Rarely had she seen him this overcome, this affected. "Thank you," she whispered back.
Obi-Wan pulled her closer, and as they stood together in the hallway, Aala wrapped up in his arms, his hands started to make slow, caressing circles over her lower back. "Are you happy?"
"Yes." Aala sighed, enjoying the motion of his hands and the accompanying feelings his touch always evoked. "More than I knew was possible. You are pretty amazing, you know?" she grinned, tilting her head back to look at him.
An amused smile was his only answer, and he drew her close to his chest again. Despite the desire she knew they both felt rising higher and higher, more than ever before he seemed to want to move slow and Aala would always follow his lead.
So although she knew it was nothing more than an eagerness to just go to bed with her husband, Aala took a deep breath in a effort to still her anxious nerves. For this moment, it was enough just to be together and it was wonderful to cherish every second of being newly married.
For several long minutes he simply held her, his hands rubbing her back in slow sweeps and Aala began to relax, everything peaceful around them.
"Would you like a bath?" he finally asked, his voice quiet.
Perhaps he had sensed her nerves, for he had not even taken her into the bedroom yet and the 'fresher did look amazing - a porcelain white bathtub big enough for them both and a marble tiled shower with multiple water jets and she certainly wanted to take advantage of it, but not now. "No..." The corner of her lips turned up, her meaning clear, and that particular glint she knew well came to his eyes. "Later," she added.
So they stayed another moment, his fingers still making gentle, deliberate circles over her back and she let herself get lost in the sensation of his touch. Up, to the middle of her spine and then oh-so-slow down again, one hand following the other to the small of her back. There he pressed, gently but insistently, snugging her hips tight against his own.
The feeling of him, his length swelling against her, stole her breath and she willed herself to calm the answering surge of excitement through her body as she felt the flush of heat in her skin.
Too easily, they could rush through this moment, let it pass in a blur of passion, but more than ever she wanted it to last. The first time she made love with her husband was a memory she wanted to be able to keep clear in her thoughts forever and it was an experience, one she'd never considered before, that she wanted to savor.
Reaching up, she traced her fingertips over the arch of his cheekbones and pressed her palms to the sides of his face. He had shaven once or twice since the war, but she had never had the chance to be around him so soon after. For the first time in many, many years Aala was seeing Obi-Wan's face clean shaven. As much as she loved his beard, his smooth complexion was a reminder of him, of them, from so long ago and it made her think about how long he had loved her, how much they had come through together. She could never have dreamt up this occasion before.
Now, his skin was soft and there was only the faintest trace of stubble rubbing on her sensitive palms. It was a nice, tactile feeling and she couldn't help but imagine how it would feel against her shoulders as he kissed her neck, or her breasts or her stomach...
Fallen in a bit of a haze, Aala blinked and as she focused on him she saw his mouth had quirked, as if he could tell what she was thinking and he inclined his head toward her. The blue-grey depths of his eyes were almost too much. So greatly, she wanted to voice everything she saw reflected there - how much she loved him, how happy she was, how right he had been... but her throat caught. She had never imagined a connection like this to another person before Mir, and then she'd thought she would never experience it with anyone else, but here he had surprised her again.
More than anything, she wanted to tell him she loved him over and over, and she swallowed to clear her throat, but then his face was tilting toward hers, and his lips were brushing over her cheek and then her mouth.
His arm tightened around her waist and she moved one hand to splay across his jaw as he kissed her. It was all consuming, being here like this.
With Obi-Wan, her husband.
The kiss broke after several long moments and the smile that flashed across his face as he looked at her was brilliant, her favorite one. Knowing, and promising. The perfect mix of affection and want, all masculine confidence, completely Obi-Wan.
"What do you want?" he asked, a blazing azure glint in his eye that she had never been able to resist.
Already though, he was leading her into the darkened bedroom as if he knew the answer and she followed. Just through the doorway he stopped in the middle of the room to draw her back into his arms, waiting for her answer and she complied.
"You."
It was only one word, sighed in the darkness but it was more than enough to spur Obi-Wan into action. Faster than she could comprehend, he swept her into his arms to take her the five steps to the bed.
A soft oh escaped Aala when she was lifted off her feet, cradled close to Obi-Wan's chest. The satin covered sandals she wore slipped off as he carried her in his arms. On their own, her eyes slid closed and she savored the feel of the strong planes of his chest, the warmth of his body and any moment she expected him to tip her to the bed, but instead he set her down to stand right at the edge, at the side of the bed, the door sliding closed behind him.
The rich hardwood floor was cool on her bare feet, and her knees felt a little weak; she was grateful he kept one arm around her, holding her close.
Obi-Wan's other hand lifted to brush across the loose tousled waves of her hair, and she sighed, hardly holding on to her composure. As he wove his hand in her hair to hold the back of her head, he drew her closer, his mouth so close to brushing across hers but there he paused. The soft exhale of his breath hushed over her lips; he didn't kiss her, but he held her, mesmerized by the intensity of his gaze.
In the next second, two things happened at once: through the Force, Obi-Wan raised the lights, sconces of frosted glass lined across the walls and at the same time his hand trailed up her side to find the tiny hidden zip under her arm.
The light was low now, just a dim white glow around the room but it was enough she could make out the features of his face much better than before, enough that she could see the exact color of his eyes as they darkened with arousal...
Enough that she knew he could see the raise of goosebumps on her arms as he tickled her side, the lifting of her chest as her breath grew shorter with each touch, each passing moment, and the beading of her nipples even through the silk of her bra and her dress as she thought about the night that lie ahead of them.
In slow motion, he tugged the zipper down without breaking her stare. The tip of his finger grazed her skin, tickling as he lowered it and it made her shudder.
So close, one hand still cradled the back of her head, his fingers tangled in her blonde hair. One time, he brushed his nose against hers and as he leaned back his eyes flicked to her lips. In the next instant, he was kissing her again, passionately, and she felt the rush of arousal through her blood, hot and needy as she circled her arms around his neck.
The hand that was in her hair shifted as he continued kissing her, and his thumb began stroking the nape of her neck. His mouth pressed to hers was warm and sensual and the other hand was sliding under her dress, on her bare skin, wherever he could reach. The dart of his tongue across her lips was a wonderful tease and her own parted willingly beneath him.
A familiar heat spread through her as his kiss deepened. The only reason she noticed that he was slipping the dress off her shoulders was because he had to guide her hands down from where they were clutching his shoulders.
When her arms were at her sides, he slid the straps down, and he broke kiss to watch as the loosened dress fell easily away from her body. The feeling of the silk fluttering to the floor was whisper soft, like liquid silver over her skin, pooling at her feet.
He lifted his head to meet her eyes, and a heart-stopping, sexy smile curved his mouth as his capable hands flicked open the clasp of her bra and then smoothed across her bare back. As she let the silky material slip off her shoulders, he slid his fingers under the scrap of satin and lace hugging her hips. With a gentle tug, he pushed the thin fabric over the curve of her thighs and then it too fluttered to join the rest of her clothes on the floor.
Bare, she stood before him and his hands moved to grip her waist. The desire to be close to her almost seemed to overwhelm him, as his hold on her tightened. It was as if he was struggling to contain his desire, maintain a semblance of control, and he stood still, pressing his forehead against hers, but it lasted only a second.
In the next, he took a swift breath and he lifted her again. One strong arm hooked beneath her knees, the other around her back and he bent down to lay her across the bed.
Stretched across the comfy bedding, Aala was almost overcome with giddiness, she was so ready for him. The urge to pull him down on top of her was overwhelming but she reminded herself how badly she wanted to savor this. It would not be easy, but she knew it was what they both truly wanted.
Turning to her side, she inclined her head to look up at Obi-Wan as he straightened, resting her temple on her hand. Still standing next to the bed, he was staring back, and his eyes shifted to admire the length of her body.
A jolt of electricity arced through her and Aala gave a breathy sigh, feeling sexy and wanted under the path of his heated gaze. When his eyes met her own again, she smiled.
"You should get naked, too," she teased, her voice sounding much more in control then she felt.
The corner of his mouth twitched then smoothed over and her teasing had seemed to ease some of the tension that had built between them. He chuckled, his hands lifting to the buttons of his crisp white shirt.
As she watched him strip, the flutter of anticipation low in her belly flared another notch. She watched him carefully, caught in the eroticism of each movement. Strong, masculine hands removing his shirt, revealing the play of lithe muscles, well-formed biceps and shoulders on display as he shifted. Slender fingers moved to the buckle of his dark trousers, perfectly tailored around his narrow hips and her breath hitched in her throat. Feeling his eyes on her she looked up again and he was grinning, his eyes crinkled with mirth. She thought she could stare at his face forever, he was so handsome even in the dim light.
But then again... he was sliding out of his pants and as he removed them completely she saw right away he was wearing those clingy black cotton shorts underneath. Her favorite. She knew he preferred something a little looser, and the fact that he choose to wear these tonight, just for her made her very very happy.
Without meaning too, a low hum of approval came from her throat as she eyed him and he gave a quiet, throaty chuckle.
"Do you like?" he asked. The husky lilt of his voice made her shiver with want.
"Oh, Force yes," she agreed. "Please come here."
He smiled again, his expression heating and Aala took a swift inhale of air, already beginning to feel a little light headed.
The bed dipped as he settled next to her. One arm slipped underneath her so he could pull her closer and she slid one leg between his muscled thighs; they were completely wrapped up in one another.
Neither moved for the space of a dozen heartbeats, but he was so close she could feel every inch of him, every breath against her lips.
"My husband," she murmured, caught in his loving gaze. His eyes were dark, and his skin was as warm as the summer sun. It felt like his love was flowing from him through her and all around them. She almost imagined it was how the Force might feel at its barest.
Aala sighed, a deep contented breath and the motion made her breasts swell against his muscled chest. The peaks of her nipples brushed the soft dusting of hair, and combined with the arousal building in her core, the sensation made them stiffen further, sending a flash of heat through her body.
With the tip of one finger Obi-Wan traced the outline of her lips, a tender, loving gesture. "My wife," he answered. Aala smiled and his finger caught on the swell of her lower lip. He pressed it there, grinning back, teasing her and she couldn't help herself.
His finger was caught between her teeth in the next instant and she flicked her tongue across the calloused tip, giving a little suck. It seemed he had not expected this, as he took a swift breath and pressed her form, urgently, even closer. Aala smiled again, pleased and released his finger.
His mouth met hers then, more fiercely than before. The kiss was deep and ardent, open-mouthed, his tongue teasing and exploring. It was all she could do to keep the smallest amount of breath in her lungs.
His strong arms tightened around her torso as he kissed her and she thought that it had never been quite like this before.
How ridiculous and young had she been all those years ago? To think she could have a casual affair with this man, and think that it was the best thing possible. So caught up in her own fears and insecurities, there was no way she could have seen him clearly. Now she knew, he was so full of light and love, he had so much to give and he deserved so much more than what he had been given.
But he was the man she loved; and all that had happened in the past had made him so - generous and compassionate, with no thought of himself.
Love swelled inside her. Obi-Wan had a true a family now, and she knew she had made the right decision.
AN: I have three separate parts for this as well, let me know if you'd like to see more.
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