A/N: Expressions of love. Obi-Wan and Lyri finally come together intimately in their love in this chapter, Obi-Wan taking special care that her first time is something beautiful. The bulk of this chapter sets up the tone of intimacy in their relationship which I feel is necessary to painting a complete picture of their love for each other; it is quite steamy. If any readers are uncomfortable with that, you will find ongoing story at the beginning and end parts of the chapter. The rest is quite steamy.
Disclaimer: All Star Wars characters, arcs, and locations belong to George Lucas and Disney with the exception of my originals. No money is being made. Just tripping through the galaxy for awhile.
Feral Moon: Coruscant
Chapter 4
"Master Kenobi, thank you for joining us on such short notice," said Mace, by way of formal greeting. Leaning in Obi-Wan's direction he quietly told him, "I'm glad to see you looking so much better, my friend." Obi-Wan expressed his gratitude, squeezing Mace's shoulder and bowing, before heading to his seat.
As soon as Yoda had joined them and Ki-Adi-Mundi was present in holographic form, the meeting got under way. "The latest transmission I have been given from Katasi-9, the site of our communication relay station on the far edge of the Mid Rim. One of our largest and most strategic stations this is. Relays a large percentage of our communication it does to command posts in the Outer Rim. In imminent danger of attack it is from Confederation forces appearing in a nearby system.
Send fighters and troops to defend it we must if our communications we do not want endangered. Know you how vital these communications are to our efforts in the Outer Rim. Minimal defensive training the personnel there have. Spread more thinly with each campaign our forces are. Suggestions have you for the best defense of this station?"
Obi-Wan listened as a few suggestions were made and took them into consideration. But the more he weighed the suggestions and thought about it, the more certain he was about whom should be handling this mission.
"Quiet you have been, Master Kenobi. A suggestion you have?" asked Yoda, knowing full well that Obi-Wan had been listening carefully and turning every possibility over in his mind.
"Though all of these suggestions have merit, I believe you know who would be best suited to this mission, Master Yoda, just as I do. I know some of you think he is too unpredictable, but he has proven himself to be quite an able commander and that very unpredictability may be just what is needed in this case, especially if a smaller detail is sent. I would strongly suggest that you send Commander Skywalker to deal with this situation, and I would make a motion for the same." Some small amount of discussion ensued until someone seconded the motion and the majority of the Council voted in agreement, with only a couple of dissenters. Yoda smiled to himself. It was good to have Obi-Wan's level head and calming effect on the Council again.
As there was no other business but to put a briefing of the mission together and prepare orders for Commander Skywalker, Yoda decided that Obi-Wan was not needed for anything further that evening and could follow the mission and discuss tactics with Commander Skywalker once he had arrived out at Katasi-9 in a couple of days. "If you are absolutely sure I am not needed, Master; but you know you may comm me at any time. I will be very close by and able to respond quickly."
"Know this I do, Obi-Wan. If another emergency there is, I will contact you; but for now to young Lyri you must attend. Heard, I have, that a terrible ordeal she has been through. Needs you she does, Obi-Wan. Need her we do. A great help she is at the Infirmary and with the younglings and still much about her there is to know. Cares for you she does, Obi-Wan and sense your own feelings I do as well."
Obi-Wan blushed deeply. Chuckling, Yoda told him, "Handle your feelings wisely you will, Obi-Wan. Of this I am certain. Go to her now you will." With an amused grin, he tapped Obi-Wan lightly on the leg with his gimer stick and ambled back toward the inner offices for the Council Chamber.
Realizing Lyri would need a few things, since her dress had been torn up so badly it was unwearable, Obi-Wan stopped by his apartment and packed a small duffle with a couple of items for himself and some travel clothing and a brush and toiletries for Lyri. Ah yes, and that little sky blue sleep shirt he had seen her in the other night. That should be quite sufficient for any need of clothing inside of the apartment this visit. Everything else was obtainable at the apartment. He pictured her face as she had reached release in the bath and felt himself becoming aroused. "Not quite yet," he chuckled. Securing his apartment and heading for his speeder, he began planning what he would like to do to see that look of complete bliss and wonder on Lyri's sweet face again. Two padawans who greeted him in the hall on their way back from a sparring session, could have sworn they heard him whistling as he rounded the corner out of sight.
Checking in once more with the front desk, Obi-Wan exchanged a few pleasantries with the security officers on duty and asked if everything had remained quiet for the evening. They seemed pleased that the Jedi would ask and told him yes, it had been a quiet night and that they had kept an eye on Bail's apartment for him. Thanking them and bowing slightly, he took his leave.
Stepping inside the luxury apartment, he first went to check on Tika. Wanting to make certain he and Lyri would not be disturbed again for awhile, he asked her if she needed to go outside before he secured the apartment. Since she did, he quietly set the duffle down near the bedroom and peeked into the room. Ah, Lyri was sound asleep. Good, he wanted her to be rested so she could fully enjoy what he had in mind. She looked so tiny alone in the large bed, it made him smile. "Not for long sweetheart," he whispered.
"Come on Tika, I'll walk out with you. I know you can take yourself, but we don't want to send the poor security officers into shock. Tika gave him a canine smile and then just about dropped him in his tracks when she sent him a question. "You love Lyri as your mate now?" It took him a moment to recover. The depth of this creature's emotion and intelligence never ceased to amaze him. Yoda was right; her species must be getting very close to sentience. He reached out and ran his hand over the soft dark fur of her head and looked into her warm amber eyes. "Yes, Tika, that is how I love her. But there are times I cannot be there for her, because of my obligation to the Jedi. I will be there in every way I can. Do you understand?"
Looking back at the door to the apartment, Tika was silent for a few moments. Looking into his eyes once more, she sent him a thought that astounded him and touched his heart deeply. "I will watch over her when you cannot. She is my sister. You are now my brother." Obi-Wan didn't trust himself to speak. He sent her his gratitude and put his arms around her neck in a heartfelt embrace. "Oh Qui-Gon, I wish you could have known this beautiful creature," he whispered.
As he and Tika walked out of the elevator on the ground floor, the night manager approached him. "I'm sorry you had to come all the way down, sir...er...Master Jedi. Our staff should have told you there is a canine patio at the end of the hall on each floor which is cleaned several times a day by our custodial droids. It looks like it may rain tonight." The poor man seemed so overly concerned that Obi-Wan smiled at him and said, "Not to worry, we will just double check that everything is secure while we are out. We needed to stretch our legs a bit anyway. But thank you for telling me; we shall certainly take advantage of that in future." The man looked so relieved that Obi-Wan had to stifle a chuckle.
As they crossed the street to a small park across from the apartments, a light drizzle began. Off in the distance he could see the jagged trails of lightning. "Ah, it seems the night manager was correct. It looks as though we have a storm on the way, Tika." The thought of making love to Lyri for the first time with the patter of rain in the background brought a smile to his face. He couldn't think of anything much more perfect to make it special.
As they headed back to the apartment, Obi-Wan looked thoughtfully at Tika. "I don't want you to worry, Tika. I shall take special care with Lyri. She deserves her first time to be something gentle and beautiful."
She looked up at him, her eyes softening. "I would expect nothing less," she sent.
Entering the apartment once again, he hung his cloak on a hook on the ornate coat rack to the side of the door and made sure Tika had whatever she would need for the rest of the evening.
Picking up the duffle again, he quietly pushed the door open and set it inside. Sitting in one of the easy chairs in the large room, he quietly pulled off his boots. His tunics and breeches soon followed. His senses becoming heightened, he felt the soft texture of the deep carpet under his feet and, coming to the bed, slid his hand along the silky edge of the deep blue sheets. He studied Lyri's delicate pixie face soft in sleep and her gentle waves of warm caramel hair fanned out like deep golden rivulets over the pillows and velvet brocade coverlet. His heart swelled as he gazed at her in the soft light. Carefully climbing onto the bed so as not to jar her, he settled in beside her and pulled her to him, savoring the soft warmth of her skin as he pressed her against his body. Her eyes blinked slowly open and she smiled at him sleepily. "Hello there, my sweet girl," he breathed softly, slowly running the calloused fingertips of one hand up and down her back in a continuous caress. "My Obi...hello," she whispered sleepily. He kissed her forehead, then her nose, and then ran his tongue softly along her lips until she opened to him. Capturing her in a passionate kiss, his tongue sliding over and around hers, he pressed her to him, flattening her breasts against his chest. Maneuvering one leg between hers and cupping her bottom with one hand, he pressed against her center until he felt her begin squirming against his leg. Smiling into their kiss at her helpless reach for the sensation he'd given her a taste of earlier, he carefully pushed her over onto her back.
She whimpered and he looked down into her eyes, watching the fire ignite in their depths. Then, leaning down, he began kissing and nuzzling her neck, listening for the little sounds and movements that told him where the most sensitive spots were. Brushing his lips against her right ear, he whispered to her, as his hand stroked up and down her opposite side in soft caresses. "I intend to explore every inch of your beautiful little body until I find each and every spot that brings you pleasure."
Lyri gasped softly at the sensation of his warm breath against her ear and the sensual promise in his words. She felt a warmth rush the length of her body and pool at the center of her need as he ran his hand slowly through her hair. When he pulled back to look into her eyes, the dark glint of desire in the midnight depths of his own were a seal on the promise he had made. She shivered deliciously as he leaned in again and nipped her earlobe softly. Breathing in the subtle spicy scent of him, she reached up and wove her hands into his thick auburn locks.
Reaching up to trace her lips again, he kissed her softly then began a trail of soft kisses along her jawline and down her neck to the top of her sternum, darting his tongue out every so often to relish the salty tang of her heating skin. Looking up again for a moment, he reached out to stroke her silky tresses once more, letting them slide between his fingers and heard her emit a soft sigh. Smiling at her warmly, he winked and looked into her eyes for a moment, enjoying the passion he saw growing there.
Turning to study her breasts, he darted his tongue out and swirled it first around one and then the other nipple. He loved the way her pale honey skin darkened slightly at her areola and nipples with just the barest hint of rosiness. Moving his hand to roll one nipple between his thumb and forefinger, he took her other breast in his mouth and suckled, teasing her nipple into a taut little peak with his tongue. Hearing her gasp and whimper he continued his ministrations as she arched helplessly into him.
He was fully aroused now and moved down to kiss her abdomen, swirling his tongue into her navel. She giggled softly as it tickled. The soft brush of his beard against her heating skin felt delightful and only added to her arousal. As he neared her most private area, kissing the insides of her thighs she was whimpering and squirming. But she suddenly had a moment of bashfulness and tried to draw her legs closer together, feeling more exposed than she had in the bath. Laying a hand low across her abdomen he stopped and smiled softly at her.
He spoke to her gently. "It is alright, sweetheart. Every part of you has its own beauty. I want to see and learn and love each one." He began to gently stroke her thigh as he looked into her eyes, gradually moving toward the inside. "Will you trust me to take care of you?" He watched as the slight apprehension left her eyes, replaced by complete trust in him. Gently parting her thighs, he kissed the insides, making her quiver and pulling the little kittling sounds he loved from her. He wasn't going to use his tongue just yet. That would be something he would save for later. But, he wanted to see her. Gently running a finger down her crease, letting her know just where he was, he parted her and looked at the soft pink folds, open before him like a delicate flower. Hmmm. Perhaps just one taste, for he could smell the soft tang of her singular scent. He darted his tongue out and ran it the length of her folds, feeling the delicate ridges and savoring the sweetness of her. She moaned softly and started quivering and wriggling.
Moving back up to kiss her and watch her as he coaxed her along to full readiness, his lips curved into a soft smile. Gently assaulting her breasts again he brought her nipples back to stiff little peaks and moved up to capture her in another sensuous kiss, sliding his tongue deep, then pulling back to gently nip her lower lip.
Slowly moving his hand down between her legs, he watched her as he found her center and began to softly massage her in tiny circles, just enough to keep her reaching for release. The hint of green grew darker in her eyes. Her soft mewling and whimpering became more insistent as he kept up his assault. Feeling how slick and ready she'd become as she writhed beneath him he smiled into her eyes as they took on a still darker greenish cast of pleasure. "Alright, little flower," he whispered.
"Oh I don't know how I can endure much more," Lyri thought. "This is like exquisite torture. I need him to do something; give me something." She was squirming and wriggling uncontrollably at his touch and uttering little sounds of need. "Oh, please, Obi. I need you to do something, please," she begged. She heard him say something about a little flower and felt him shift position. He grasped her thigh, lifting her leg to hook around his waist, and she felt what she realized was the tip of his shaft rub against her center a couple of times, causing her to buck. Pushing a finger gently inside, he held it for a moment then removed it and guided his shaft to her opening. He pushed the tip in gently, watching her as he moved. She pushed her opening against him; she couldn't help it.
"Doing alright, sweetheart?" he said, slowly pushing inside her. He felt the slight resistance of her membrane give way and heard a tiny gasp. He stilled for a moment, watching her. In that instant the soft patter of rain started sounding against the window. Looking into his eyes with complete trust, she nodded and he began slowly pressing forward again until he had filled her, stopping once more to give her time to stretch a little and adjust to the feeling before he started moving again. He wanted to take his time with her, find the most pleasurable angles for her, and find that special sweet spot inside her that gave her the most exquisite and heightened pleasure; the spot that would cause her to shatter in beautiful ecstasy as he moved within her.
Her slick walls felt like satin, surrounding him tightly. He could feel them warming with his movements and groaned deeply. The little breathy sounds she made and the soft mewling changed slightly as he shifted his angle now and again. He kept his rhythm controlled and slow as he searched. He suddenly heard a soft groan and a shuddering, "Obi, ooh," and he knew he'd found the spot. Making note of his angle, he began moving a tiny bit faster, creating a delicious friction and Lyri found her rhythm to match him. He reveled in the sensation of her moving around him.
Lyri began to toss her head slightly as she felt the pleasure building within her. She tried to urge him to move faster, but he kept his pace deliberately slow to draw out the pleasure. "Obi, please...please," she finally begged him, practically in tears and he finally relented, picking up his pace and gliding over that special spot and other heightened nerve endings again and again, the friction building and taking them closer to the edge until Lyri felt she was bursting into limitless shards of ecstasy from deep within her and shuddered and pulsed helplessly around Obi-Wan as she clung tightly to his shoulders. She cried out his name on a sob and felt him begin to buck and groan until he shuddered and spilled into her. The aftershocks felt endless as their ragged breathing began to slow and they gradually began to settle into a soft, blissful glow. He stayed inside her as long as possible, loving the intimate connection as they listened to the gentle pattering of rain on the balcony and against the windows. Obi-Wan thought this moment couldn't have been more perfect for what he wanted her first time to be.
Reaching out to brush a few tears from her cheeks, he whispered, "Alright sweetheart?" She nodded, not trusting herself to speak quite yet. But her love shone so warmly in her eyes it filled him until he felt he could barely contain it. She snuggled as close as she could to him, feeling his strong arms pull her against him. Obi-Wan felt the Force flowing through them, shimmering around them in a way he never had before and it brought tears to his own eyes. He knew in a way he could never explain that this was right and meant to be.
"Rest just a little while," he whispered as he carefully pulled out of her. "We have plenty of time." She whimpered as she felt him withdraw. Concerned, he asked if she was alright. "It's just...I miss you being one with me, inside of me," she whispered, a tear slipping from her eye. He smiled at her tenderly, kissing the tear away. "Oh, sweetheart, we are connected in more ways than you can imagine. But we will have this particular connection many more times; not to worry." He thanked the Force silently for bringing her to him and pulled her close once more, tucking her under his chin. As they listened to the rain beating softly against the window they drifted in a light, blissful slumber for a short time, Obi-Wan pulling the sheet over them as they rested.
Perhaps an hour later, Obi-Wan awoke and carefully left the bed. Glancing at the chrono on the wall, he wondered if the Council had allowed Anakin a bit of rest or decided to send him off to Katasi-9 as soon as possible. He hoped it was the former as he'd noticed his friend had looked a little tired lately. After relieving himself and cleaning up a little, he took a soft cloth and dampened it with warm water to clean Lyri up and soothe the soreness he knew she would probably begin to feel.
Coming back to the bed, he awakened her gently and helped her turn on her back. Gently maneuvering her legs apart, he dabbed at her labia and carefully parted her a little, letting the warmth soak into her a moment before cleaning her. The warmth and the gentle touch felt like heaven to Lyri, easing away a little of the soreness. "It won't always cause you to be sore, sweetheart. It's because it is your first time," he assured her. "Can we do it again soon?" she asked shyly, raising herself up on her elbows. Chuckling, Obi-Wan finished cleaning her and laid the cloth aside on the nightstand for a moment. "Hmm, that depends on how tender you are feeling…," he pushed a couple of fingers into her and watched her jerk and bite her lip. "Ah, that is what I thought," he said softly, sending a touch of healing to dull the ache. She looked down dejectedly and that curtain of hair fell over her face. Lifting her hair and putting it behind her shoulder, he reached out and lifted her chin to look into her eyes. Seeing a shimmer of tears, he smiled tenderly and pulled her into his lap. "Don't cry, little flower. There are many ways to explore and pleasure each other. I do, in fact, have one in mind and we can give the soreness time to ease. It won't last for very long." She looked up at him with such hope it caused a smile to crinkle his eyes. He couldn't help but kiss the small remaining pout from her lips.
"I think perhaps we could use a little water before...erm...starting the next form of pleasure I have in mind," he chuckled. As he started to get up to go to the kitchen, she clung to him. "Sweetheart, the kitchen isn't that far away."
"Yes, but I never know when you'll disappear again, so I have to make every moment count."
He was just getting ready to give her a short lecture about the obligations of a Jedi, when she started to giggle and he caught the impish look. "Alright, I suppose I shall have to take you with me," he grinned. As he stood she quickly wrapped her legs around his waist to keep from falling. He brought his arm up under her bottom to support her. She was such a little thing it took no effort for him to carry her. Coming into the kitchen, he opened the large cooling unit. "Well, hmm, there is water, which is probably best, but...erm...there are several other choices here."
"Obi, hurry; it's cold with the door to the cooler open." Obi-Wan, who was holding her with her back right in front of the door, grinned mischievously. "Well, perhaps I would prefer one of these lovely juices, let me see." He then started naming every juice in the assortment. Lyri started to wriggle, trying to get down.
"Obi-Wan, please, I'm freezing; make up your mind or let me down!"
"Oh, no...I am sorry, but I need to make every moment count, so I will not be letting you down."
"But, I'm freezing, please!" Obi-Wan's grin turned decidedly wicked. "All the more reason to have to warm you up, my dear."
"Obi-Wan Kenobi! I didn't know you had such an evil streak!" Obi-Wan just chuckled and continued perusing the assortment of juices.
"Hmm, I think I shall have the muja juice, though I may try one of the others later. What do you think you would like?"
"Obi, I don't care! Fine, I will have muja juice, too!"
"Are you certain? I could read them off to you again, if you…"
"Obi, please!" she whined. Noticing she did, in fact, have quite pronounced goosebumps by this time, he chuckled and, removing the two juices, shut the cooler door.
"Now then," he said, leaning back to see her face, "I think that I shall have to take my time and make certain you are thoroughly warm again." His rakish grin and the look in his eyes gave her little warm tingles at her center. "Oooh," she breathed.
Walking back into the bedroom he set the two juices on the the little side table between the easy chairs and deposited Lyri back on the bed. With the same wicked grin he informed her, "If you would like a sip of juice or to use the refresher, I suggest you do that now as I do intend to take my time warming you up, sweetheart." Lyri's eyes went wide and she bounced off the bed and hurried to the refresher. She could hear Obi-Wan chuckling behind her.
When Lyri came back to the bed she suddenly appeared rather hesitant. Obi-Wan, who was lying on his side with his head propped up on his hand, had already become somewhat aroused as he'd been thinking about what he wanted to do to her. Raising his eyebrows, he asked, "What is it, sweetheart?" Looking at his now noticeably aroused manhood, she flicked her eyes back up to meet his. "Obi, is...is it alright if I...if I touch you there?" she asked, blushing adorably. Obi-Wan's eyes twinkled. "Of course it is sweetheart. Exploring is how we learn about each other. It is the way we find out what brings the most pleasure to each other. Come here my little flower," he said with a reassuring smile. Moving forward, she crawled onto the bed to sit opposite him. She started to reach out and hesitated. "It's alright sweetheart," he said taking her hand and placing it gently around his shaft.
"Oh," she thought, "it's very smooth and warm." She moved her hand down along the shaft to his scrotum and heard a slight intake of breath from him. She pulled her hand away, afraid she might have hurt him. "It's alright, sweetheart, it's just sensitive to touch. The shaft and especially right here," he said, showing her the area just below the head. She looked up at him and then looked a little puzzled. "What does it feel like?" she asked. He smiled at her. "I am pretty sure it feels much as this does." he said, and reached down to run a finger over her nub a couple of times. She gasped and jerked involuntarily. "Ooooh," she said softly, understanding lighting her eyes. "It's what you feel when you're inside me?" He chuckled softly. "Yes, sweetheart, and also what I would feel in a slightly different way were you to run your hand or lips over it. "Oh, so I could...Ooooh," she said suddenly grinning. She ran her hand down the shaft a couple of times causing him to buck and hiss. Seeing a little drop of moisture form at the end, she asked about it and about what happened when they were coupled and he had an orgasm. "But, you could climax outside me, like you made me climax in the bath? He looked at her dawning understanding and his eyes twinkled. "Yes, sweetheart, just like when I coaxed you to come in the bath. There are different ways to give pleasure to each other."
She looked down at his shaft and bit her lower lip, an impish look coming into her eyes. A step ahead of her, Obi-Wan said, "Oh no, my little minx. I have plans to warm you up, remember?" Giggling, she tried to quickly scramble off the bed, but, as always, Obi-Wan's reflexes were too quick and he grabbed her ankles and pulled her back to him. "That just earned you some extra time to be teased, young one, even if you beg me for release. I don't take attempted escape lightly." He flipped her onto her back pinning her wrists above her head and the look in his eyes, the combination of love and fiery desire, took her breath away.
He trailed his eyes over her with such a searing look she immediately grew wet. "Ooohh," she said, letting out a slow breath. He urged her legs apart and settled between them, capturing her mouth in a long sensual kiss, tongue swirling lazily around her own. Pulling back, he licked his lips in a way that made her shiver. He looked almost as though he wanted to devour her.
Beginning to suckle at first one breast and then the other, caressing her everywhere in that way he had of making her body come alive and grow hypersensitive, he finally let go of her wrists as she had become helpless in her response to him. She arched into him, sighing and whimpering softly. His tongue felt like satin teasing her nipples to life and she felt like his hands were everywhere at once.
Looking up at her, looking into her eyes, Obi-Wan saw the green returning to their hazel depths and he'd barely begun what he had in mind to pleasure her. That she was so responsive to his touch only heightened his desire for her.
Beginning a trail of kisses down her abdomen, he swirled his tongue into her navel making her giggle softly again. As he continued with wet kisses and little tastes lower on her abdomen and finally neared her labia he felt a slight trembling and glanced up at her. "What...what are you going to do?" she asked, a very slight tremor in her voice. "Relax sweetheart. I am going to taste you and give you pleasure in a way that is new to you; but one I trust you will quite enjoy. Alright sweetheart?" She looked into his eyes a moment and nodded. "Just relax, little flower."
Pulling her legs a little farther apart, he ran his finger down her crease a couple of times and parted her. Thinking again that she had the beauty of a delicate little flower, he ran his tongue slowly up her folds a few times until she began to squirm a little, then began an assault on her nub, flicking his tongue up and down and around it until she shuddered and bucked and writhed and he could hear her moaning and mewling. As he was lapping at her center, he would push his tongue into her opening every so often, as though to capture every drop of her essence.
Bringing her to the edge, he stopped and pulled back to look at her. He wanted to try something he had heard about once or twice from other padawans when he was young.
"Oh, why is he stopping; I'm almost there," she thought. "Oh, Obi...ooh," she moaned softly. Pulling her toward the end of the bed, he knelt on the floor. Hooking one knee over his shoulder, he positioned her other leg on the bed so she was more open to him and began his assault all over again. He brought her close and then backed off a few times, watching her as her bucking and writhing slowed and she made little mewling sounds of frustration and then leaning in and bringing her to the edge again. As she felt the soft brush of his beard against her most sensitive skin once more, she was feeling a desperate need. He finally heard a soft sob and an "Obi, please, ooh...please."
"One more time for trying to get away, little one," he said. "Oh, it's too much, please Obi," she panted and grabbed hold of the coverlet beneath her, but he didn't show any mercy and brought her to the brink once more only to back off again. When her bucking had died down again she sobbed, "Please, Obi, I can't...please, please help me come...please."
Knowing it was time; Obi-Wan called the Force to him and reached out to tap into Lyri's emotions and sensations. "Alright, sweetheart, shhh," he said softly and began swirling his tongue across her swollen, sensitive nub again. Feeling her pleasure as he pulled her to the brink again, his manhood throbbed in time with her bucking and writhing. The soft little kittling mewling had an edge of desperation. Knowing she needed an extra little push, he gently inserted a finger and unerringly ran it over her most sensitive spots a couple of times until he felt her begin shuddering in ecstasy and moaning softly. Her ecstasy was his as well in the Force as he came with her. It was one of the most heady experiences he had ever had and it took him a moment to recover. He had tried it in his youth, but had never come close to what had just happened between the two of them.
Easing her leg down, he got up and grabbed the cloth from the bedside table to clean himself up. Leaning into the refresher, he tossed it into the sink. He then returned to the bed and looked down at Lyri's blissful, satiated expression. Grinning, he pulled his limp little waif up onto the bed, easing her gently into the fluffy pillows. Dimming the lights with a wave of his hand he curled around her and dragged the coverlet over them. "Alright now, sweetheart?" he asked softly.
"I feel like I melted and am nothing but a puddle," she whispered. Obi-Wan chuckled. "Ah, the most beautiful little puddle I've ever seen, dear one. Rest now." She had already drifted into warm repose.
Hearing the sound of distant thunder stirred the memory of ion and laser cannon blasts and twisted the dreams of the sleeping Jedi into those of a general trying to find rest on a distant war torn world. The faces of death and agonized survivors haunted him as he tried to think how he could have planned a better outcome for the battle; one with less destruction for the poor beings caught in the middle of this blasted war. He moaned softly in his sleep and a few tears slipped from beneath his lids.
"Obi, Obi...my sweet love, it's just a dream. Come back to this world...to me." Gentle hands soothed the hair back from his brow and he blinked open slowly to see the concerned face above him. His beautiful Lyri. He tried to say something, but a sob escaped his lips instead. "Oh, my love, you've been hurt so deeply," she said, running her hand gently through his russet locks. "I...I need...hold," he sobbed. Understanding immediately, she stretched out along his trembling body and took him in her arms, holding him tightly. "I...I'm sorry," he said shakily.
"Shhh...you can't always be the strong one, love. Sometimes you need care, too. Let me be your strength for a little while." He brought his arms around her and clung tightly. He breathed in the soft floral scent of her hair and felt the warmth of her skin against him and finally ceased trembling. She was real and the war was far away from here. "Lyri," he said on a long sigh and reached to kiss her softly. "All those poor beings; they never asked for this. Dear Force, so many."
"You didn't ask for this either, my gentle Obi,"she whispered. Knowing he needed to move on from the dream, she reached down and gently stroked the length of his manhood until she felt him becoming completely aroused. Turning his full attention to her, he began kissing her in deep passion and reached down to feel her folds. She was already wet and ready for him. Turning her onto her back, he suckled her breasts ravenously, pleased at how quickly she arched into him. "My sweet girl," he whispered on a warm breath into her ear. She had been stroking him again gently when he pulled her hand away and placed it on his chest. Understanding instinctively that he needed to feel in control again, she let him take over guiding their passion.
Grabbing a pillow, he placed it under her hips to tilt them slightly and pulled her legs up at an angle with her feet on the bed. Aligning them exactly, his chest came in contact with her shoulders and lower face. Turning her head, she could hear his heart beating and the rumble of a soft growl as he entered her. "Oooh,"she gasped as he both entered her and rubbed against her sensitive nub. "Alright, little one?" he asked softly before he started moving. "I...yes, I just didn't expect to feel so much at once." she said breathily. "Yes, it's a good position for long, slow loving," he said with the barest hint of a smile. She shivered in anticipation. "It's...what is needed," he said softly.
He started rocking slowly forward and back creating a delicious slowly warming friction both deep inside her and across her sensitive little nub. He had known the exact position to accomplish these wonderful sensations simultaneously and she began to feel as though she were suspended in some alternate plane that consisted of nothing but slowly building heat and tingling at her center that rippled out and engulfed her. Obi-Wan groaned in pleasure at the feel of her slowly gliding around him. The thought that he brushed her most sensitive little nerve endings with each glide as she lay helplessly open to him, curved his lips up in a soft smile. In what seemed to go on for hours, she finally flew so high she burst into a thousand tingling pieces. This orgasm came from someplace very deep and the helpless shuddering around Obi-Wan soon pulled him into his own release. He shuddered and bucked and let his weight press her into the mattress for a little while as he came apart and clung to her. His groans sounded like deep rumbling in his chest as she pressed into him.
Not wanting to leave her just yet, but concerned about his weight on her, he reached around and pressed her bottom to him as he tuned them to the side. "Thank you sweetheart," he whispered as his breath began to slow. She simply told him she loved him and held him close. In the distance the thunder gradually receded and faded away.
Blinking slowly awake several hours later, Lyri looked over at her love, and carefully extricated herself from their tangle of limbs. He groaned softly and turned on his back. Climbing carefully off the bed, she pulled the coverlet over him lightly and went to the little duffle near the door where it sat forgotten. Searching through the neatly packed contents, she found he had only brought one outfit for her, which looked like daytime work or travel wear. The only other item of clothing for her to put on was her little blue sleep shirt. Looking over at her Jedi, sprawled out on the bed in slumber, she grinned and shook her head at his playful choice. If it made him happy, it was fine with her, and the thought of why he'd done it brought butterflies to her. She remembered the way he had looked at her when she had flounced by him in her state of upset a few nights ago. Oh, he had wanted her then by the look in his eyes but was being a stubborn fool. Smiling to herself, she found a neat little bag containing a few of her toiletries. He'd thought of everything.
Taking her sleep shirt and toiletries into the refresher, she set them on the counter and looked through the cupboards until she found a fluffy towel and a container of bubble bath. Running herself a warm bath with mounds of bubbles, she went to the sink and threw the washcloths into a little hamper in one of the cupboards. Oh, it felt so good to brush her teeth. That done, she put her towel on a small ornate gilded stool near the huge tub, pinned her hair up so it wouldn't get too wet, and stepped into the fragrant, steaming water. The heat felt heavenly and soon eased her soreness away. After just soaking luxuriously for a little while, she quickly bathed herself and stepped out to dry off. Setting the tub to drain, she patted herself dry and slipped her silky sleep shirt on. She smiled to herself as she pulled her little panties on. Obi-Wan had packed two pair; one more practical, though feminine pair for the travel outfit and this quite skimpy little blue satin and lace pair to go with the sleep shirt.
The thought of their recent sexual encounters made her heart flutter. She didn't know a lot about these things, but she thought her Obi-Wan was an amazing lover and she had made up her mind she was going to learn some special ways to please him and surprise him with them. She thought about how patient and gentle he'd been with her and how willing to answer her questions and let her explore; reassuring her whenever she felt timid. The Force had truly blessed her when he had been literally dropped into her life. "Thank you," she breathed, closing her eyes.
Realizing suddenly how hungry she was, she wondered what she might find in the large kitchen. She was sure Obi-Wan would be hungry when he awakened as well. Finding the little bottle of lavinderium oil Obi-Wan had tucked in with her toiletries brought a smile to her face. He had told her the scent always reminded him of her and he loved it on her. She dabbed some on her neck and her sternum and just behind her ears. Then, tucking her toiletries away, she laid them aside and headed to the kitchen, stopping just long enough to make sure Obi-Wan was still sleeping peacefully.
As she started looking through the cooler and the cupboards, she was delighted. Senator Bail Organa sure knew how to take care of his guests! There were both fluff hen and benti-hen eggs, several kinds of cheese, an assortment of fruits and vegetables and in the cupboards all manner of staples for baking and cooking. It was still raining outside and she thought it was a good morning for spiced caf like her mother used to make. She had let Lyri have some with cream after she'd turned seven. Setting the caf on to brew, she took out a frying pan, a muffin pan, and some ingredients for sweet-berry muffins. As she was standing on a stool on tiptoe trying to reach some cups on a higher shelf, a strong arm suddenly came around her and she was clamped against a warm, solid chest. When she gasped Obi-Wan chuckled and kissed her neck. "What are you trying to reach, little one?" "Oh, those large cups on that high shelf, Obi. You startled me!"
"I just didn't want you to fall, sweetheart. That stool didn't look particularly steady. I need to keep you in one piece so we can play again later," he said with a wink. "Oh my stars! What have I unleashed?" she giggled. "I think you'd better let me fix breakfast first, so we don't run out of energy in the middle of things! I don't know about you, but I am starving!"
"Very well, but...I shall need a little something to hold me until I have you back in bed," he said, nuzzling her neck. "Ah...you found the lavinderium I tucked in." Lowering her to the ground and turning her to face him he, he caught her in a kiss that was so fiery it left her dazed for a moment. "That is a promise," he whispered into her ear. She walked over to the caf pot barely aware of what she was doing for a moment. Hearing a chuckle behind her, she snapped back to her task and poured him a cup of the spiced caf. "This is a special kind of caf, Obi. It's best with a little cream, if you don't mind trying that." Since he'd nodded at her, she went ahead and prepared it for him just the way her mother had always made it. As she brought it to him and waited for him to try it, she was hit with a sudden wave of nostalgia and a wish that could never come to pass.
Obi-Wan savored his first couple of sips of the delightful brew. The spices mingled delightfully with the caf and subdued any bitterness. It was a lovely brew for a cold, wet morning. He was about to tell Lyri just that when he looked up and saw a few tears trailing down her cheeks. He suddenly saw the lost little waif from the feral Moon in front of him and her pain literally caused his heart to ache. He reached out and pulled her to him lifting her into his lap. "What is it, sweetheart?" he asked quietly, pulling her close. "I just...My mama used to make this and...I was just wishing she could meet you and see that you are drinking her spiced caf and...that can never happen." Weeping silently, she turned her face into Obi-Wan's chest. He rocked her a little until he felt her begin to quiet. "No it can't, sweetheart," he said, tilting her head up to look into her eyes, "But do you know what we can do? We can think fondly of her every time we enjoy this delightful brew. I think perhaps that would have made her happy." Looking into his kind eyes, so full of love and concern, she managed a little smile for him. How had she been blessed with such a wonderful caring man? "Yes, Obi-Wan, I think she would have," she murmured. She laid her head against his shoulder and he just sat with her, rubbing her back in slow circles until she felt calm enough to continue with her task. She lifted her head and leaned her forehead against his. "Thank you," she whispered. Giving her a soft, gentle kiss, he whispered back, "You're welcome sweetheart. Any time."
Going back to her task, she could feel Obi-Wan's eyes on her. As she took berries out of the cooler and began mixing up batter for the muffins, she looked around at him and gave him a smile, but darned if he wasn't still concerned about her. She could feel it when she reached out in empathy. Taking a chance, for she hadn't had success in the past except with the zakitas, she reached out to him through the Force to tell him she was alright. She said it in her mind and thought about it in his mind. It went to him much more quickly than she had anticipated and he sat up straight, his eyes wide and eyebrows raised. Looking directly at her he sat quietly and she suddenly could hear his thought in her head. "Are you quite sure, sweetheart?" She almost dropped the eggs in her hand and had to juggle to keep them from hitting the floor. Her eyes huge, she nodded at him. "Well, this is an interesting turn," he said, a smile slowly growing on his face. "Hmmm," he said studying her and suddenly looking serious. The next moment she could hear him as clear as could be in her mind. "Lyri, I would like you to put the eggs down and come here to me for a little bit." She carefully set the eggs in a little saucer on the counter and walked over to Obi-Wan a little bit hesitantly. "Am...am I not supposed to do that Obi?" she asked, suddenly unsure of herself. He beckoned to her to come the rest of the way to him.
Grasping her hand he pulled her to him to sit on one knee while he studied her. "Sweetheart, have your Force Basics classes mentioned anything to you about bonds or about empathy and touching another being's mind?"
"Well...they said they think I'm empathic which helps me when I work with patients in the Infirmary. But they were mostly teaching me how to meditate so Master Yoda would let me go to the mind healers. Bant and Master Yoda said the midi-chlorians in my blood are mutated. They don't know for sure how that makes me different. Master Yoda said I mustn't talk to anyone but you and him and a little to Bant about any of this. I'm sorry if I did something wrong, Obi."
Cupping her face he looked at her for a long moment. "No sweetheart, it is alright. It is unusual that you are able to impart your thoughts so clearly to my mind with no training or practice. Most Jedi, even with very strong training bonds, are unable to communicate in this manner so clearly. Qui-Gon and I could do this, but that clarity is rare. I do agree with Master Yoda that you must not share this ability with anyone other than us until we decide otherwise. It is fine to use your empathic abilities in your work; that is slightly different." Lyri looked down at her hands. Caressing her face, Obi-Wan reassured her. "You may communicate with me in this manner whenever you think this form of communication is needed and I will be happy to work with you to try to give you more control. One more thing," he said, tipping her chin up to look into her eyes "You must promise me never to enter another being's mind too deeply without their permission. Just brush a mind if it is a serious situation that warrants it." He looked as though he could see deep within her. "I promise, Obi," she said solemnly.
"Very well, sweetheart, you may go back to what you were doing. It looks as though I am in for another treat." He smiled at her and kissed her on the forehead. "Senator Organa keeps the apartment quite well-stocked doesn't he?" Lyri grinned, her heart feeling lighter. "He certainly does!"
"I shall check on Tika and take her out to the dog patio for a bit while you are cooking breakfast. Bail has a separate little pantry where you might find something Tika would like. His relatives apparently always bring their pets when they stay." Lyri seemed delighted at that. She had a passing thought that it would be a wonderful thing to have an actual home with Obi-Wan one day, but she knew that was just a lovely daydream. She also knew she would gladly give that up for his love and make a home wherever that love took her. She already had.
Coming back from the dog patio, Tika and Obi-Wan could hear Lyri's sweet voice singing a pretty little song about a man giving his heart to a girl from a distant shore. "She sings about you," Tika sent, looking up at Obi-Wan with that delightful canine grin she sometimes gave him. He looked at her, quite surprised. He'd never thought about any animal having a sense of what one might call romance. He didn't know if all her kind were this way or if she was unique, especially in light of her strong bond with Lyri. He must remember to ask Lyri about this later. "Then she would be right, Tika," he said simply, "she does have my heart." The canine leaned her head against him for a moment before padding to the kitchen.
As he walked into the kitchen, his mouth started to water. Not only were the aromas of freshly-baked sweet-berry muffins mingled with some kind of breakfast meat tempting, but the sight of freshly poached eggs and cut up melon tickled his hunger as well. He hadn't realized until that moment how ravenously hungry he actually was. "Lyri, sweetheart, this is fantastic!" he said, picking her up and swinging her around. She laughed breathlessly, saying, "Obi, put me down! I need to get Tika some food so we can eat without her staring at us the whole time!" TIka just grinned at them. Obi-Wan looked at the domestic scene and understood something of why beings outside the Order had such a fierce love for home and family. Just these simple joys with those you were close to and cared deeply for were surely a thing to be treasured.
While they enjoyed breakfast together, they talked and laughed and, with Lyri's new found language skills, were able to share so much more with each other than they'd ever been able to before. They first caught up with each other on what had gone on in their lives while they'd been separated; something they really hadn't done up to this point because of the tension and upset between them. Obi-Wan, of course, spared Lyri many of the details of his own experiences as he thought them too horrific to share with her. He was still able to share a good deal and told her a little about the world he'd been on and what kind of beings occupied it. She had a strong sense of curiosity, just as he did, and he was happy to answer her questions.
He was delighted she had begun meditating and promised to help her with a deeper form she was having a little trouble settling into. He also thought it wise to help her strengthen her ability to shield her mind from unwanted intrusion, especially in light of what had happened earlier in the morning. The thought of anyone gaining access to her memories and using them to harm her was greatly unsettling.
She then asked him for something he was a little hesitant about. She wanted him to teach her kata forms to use with a Bo Staff. "I think it's important for me to have another way to defend myself besides those I learned on our moon, Obi-Wan. I know I can never use a lightsaber, but the staff could come in handy if I fall into another bad situation and you and Dex are not around to help me. If I needed to I could use whatever was handy in the same manner as a staff. I know how to create that type of ancient weapon."
"Let me think about it, alright sweetheart?" he said. He studied her earnest expression and a part of him knew she was right. He just didn't like to think of her being in such a situation again. He also knew he couldn't expect someone else to always be around to watch over her. Tika would do her best, but someone could injure her as well when she came to Lyri's rescue. He was aware they worked best as a team. He had seen it when they hunted. Giving them both an advantage made sense, but he needed time to think about all the angles before he made a commitment. It was the way his mind worked.
When Lyri saw him start stroking his beard she let him be. She knew he needed time and she was confident he would come to the conclusion she was right after awhile. She sent the thought to Tika who had been following the conversation. The big canine grinned and sent her agreement.
Obi-Wan was quiet for awhile as Lyri began to pick up their dishes and put their leftovers away. After a few moments he began helping her though he still didn't say anything. When about half an hour had gone by, he realized something. Making certain she could defend herself when he wasn't there was a way to lessen attachment. It was a way to help find balance between their relationship and his obligations as a Jedi. He had the feeling that Lyri had already realized this and was just giving him time to come to the same conclusion.
As Lyri put the last couple of items away she moved to the large window and looked out at the rain coming down over the grey and soft-hued spires and peaks of the different buildings surrounding them. She missed the myriad greens of the forests on the moon though she would never complain. As she was wondering where the rain finally landed in the depths of this endless city, Obi-Wan's strong arms came around her and pulled her back against him. "How is it you already know me so well, Lyri? Of course I will teach you what you need to know."
Turning in his arms she leaned her head against his chest and listened to his heart beat for a moment as she hugged him. Finally looking up into the indigo depths of his eyes, she said, "I know because I love you, Obi-Wan." She watched his eyes grow soft and take on a blue-green shade that reminded her of the lake on their feral moon. Leaning down, he caught her in the tenderest of kisses and whispered, "Then let's make the best use of the time we have left here as Senator Organa's guests." Sweeping Lyri into his arms, he left the room. Grinning, Tika turned back to look out the window at the rain.