Chapter 12

Some soft clattering woke him later that night. At first he wasn't sure if it was a part of his dream until the door opened and sent a shaft of light from the hall directly over the bed. The sudden brightness hurt his eyes and he screwed them tightly shut, hiding his face in the pillow.

"Do you want me to set this up for you?" whispered a voice he didn't recognize.

"No, thanks. I'll take care of it.… Here, keep the change."

He reached out a hand and found that the other side of the bed was empty. After the bath and the mind-blowing sex that followed, they had both fallen fast asleep. The day had been exhausting, and even though it was only late afternoon they both had slept soundly for much longer than they intended to. He squinted at the chrono on the bedside table and realized it was still the middle of the night. Now that the light from the hallway was gone, sleep quickly began to overtake him again.

A few minutes later he felt Luna gently shaking his shoulder.

"Wake up sleepyhead. I ordered room service." she whispered and kissed him softly on the lips.

"Mmmm…come back to bed. It's late."

"I can't. I'm too hungry."

"Hungry?"

"The last time we ate was lunch yesterday. If I don't eat something soon I may have to resort to cannibalism."

Just then, her stomach growled so loudly that Obi-Wan laughed. "Alright my dear. I'm awake." he swung his legs over the side of the bed and rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

Luna, wearing only his discarded tunic, had set some covered dishes on the small table across from the bed and began to lift the lids. An absolutely delicious aroma poured forth and suddenly Obi-Wan found that he wasn't as sleepy as he thought he was.

"What did you order?" he asked peering over her shoulder with interest.

"Bantha Burgers with cheese and protato fries, and Muja fruit milkshakes. And pie. I know it's a little heavy for the middle of the night, but I woke up craving a burger so badly that I just had to have one and once I started ordering I got a little carried away." She looked sheepish. "It's a good thing we're in a hotel with room service because if we were home i might have had to send you out hunting for a bantha."

One look at the sizzling hot burgers and his mouth began watering. Apparently he was hungrier than he thought. Quickly sliding on a pair of shorts, he sat across from Luna and tucked into his sandwich. "Why me?" Obi-Wan munched. "You're the one who just killed a krayt dragon."

"Because you're the father of the tiny tyrant who demands bantha burgers at 2:30 in the morning."

He laughed. "I suppose you're right." The cravings were something new that had just started the previous week. She took a bite of her burger and a look of absolute bliss crossed her face. She sighed so contentedly he couldn't help but smile and they ate in companionable silence for a while.

"What would you like to do tomorrow?" he asked, grabbing a handful of fries.

"I need to get some clothes. I won't be able to fit into the ones I have for much longer." She took a sip of milkshake and swallowed. "We should also look for some parts for my lightsaber."

"I've been thinking about that. We'll check some of the shops in the old quarter. There may be some things we need to make on our own since a few of the items are impossible to get at the moment without raising suspicion." Luna nodded. She suddenly got up from the table and began searching through her overnight bag. A few moments later, she returned with a jar of Corellian green olives. Cracking open the seal, she opened the lid and fished several of the pimento stuffed olives out of the brine.

"I'll have to rely on your expertise about what we need. I have a general idea of what I want it to look like, but I don't really know how to begin." Then, to Obi-Wan's great suprise, she took a spoonful of milkshake, dropped an olive on top, and popped the whole thing into her mouth.

"Good heavens, Luna! What ARE you doing?"

"For some reason I can't get enough of these lately. This youngling likes odd combinations." She chewed thoughtfully and smiled. "They actually taste fantastic with the milkshake. Sure you wouldn't like some?" she held out a spoonful of pink ice cream topped with a plump green olive.

He shuddered involuntarily. "Thank you, no. I'll take your word for it. Are you sure that won't make you ill?" It was making him rather queazy just thinking about it.

"I doubt it. I seem to be past the morning sickness phase thankfully." With the milkshake gone and the burger reduced to a few crumbs on the plate, Luna started in on the pie. After one forkful, she pushed it away and stifled a huge yawn. "That sounded much better on the menu." she said.

"Let's go back to bed."

…

The ice in Obi-Wan's glass of water clinked as it began to melt. A few drops of condensation rolled down the side, making a wet ring on the tabletop. It was the most exciting thing he'd witnessed in hours. These meetings were always rather dull, and today was no exception. He glanced at Anakin, who sat next to him and looked as bored as he felt. In fact, he was starting to doze off. That would never do. Wake up, Anakin! You can't sleep during this meeting, I don't care how boring it is! He nudged hard through their bond and his former padawan shook himself awake and shot him a dirty look.

The entire Jedi Council along with a few members of the Galactic Senate and even one or two clones sat around a large table in the Jedi Temple discussing military strategy and what steps should be taken next to thwart the Separatist Army. They were becoming more and more bold, and currently had set up a blockade to stop the importation of supplies to several planets in the Outer Rim.

"I have spoken with a few of the other Senators and we would be willing to meet with the Separatist leaders in order to work out a truce for long enough to bring in food and medical supplies." Senator Organa suggested.

"No, it's too dangerous. We can't guarantee your safety if you undertake such a mission on your own." Mace Windu stated.

"Perhaps we could find a way to get around their blockade. Maybe if we sent our best pilots…" someone else droned on.

This meeting was never going to end Obi-Wan thought. Someday archeologists would find this chamber, sift through several feet of dust, and find their mummified bodies sitting around the table as if still in debate.

"Boredom I sense from you Mater Kenobi. Tiresome you find this meeting? What have you to say on the matter? If bored you are, then suggestions you must have about how to proceed. Hmmm?"

"I believe we should…" he stopped. Someone squeezed his knee.

Anakin, stop that this instant! he sent testily down their bond.

Stop what, Master? he looked genuinely confused.

The squeezing stopped so he decided to ignore it and continued. "I believe we should send the Senators with a Jedi escort. That way we could insure their safety during negotiations."

The others at the table began discussing that suggestion, but Obi-Wan wasn't paying attention. The squeezing had started again, only now both knees were being caressed.

Anakin, this isn't funny. Stop this foolishness this instant! If I didn't know better…

What are you talking about? I'm not doing anything!

Now the invisible hands had stopped their assault on his knees. To his horror, they began caressing the insides of his thighs. Higher and higher they went, until they were dangerously close to his crotch. What in the Force had gotten into Anakin?! This wasn't funny! When they got out of here there was going to be hell to pay. As discreetly as possible, he leaned back and took a quick peek under the edge of the table. There, crouched between his knees was Luna. She looked up at him with a wicked smile, and held a finger to her lips. *Shhhh*

Sweet FORCE! Where did she come from? He sat back up and tried to pretend as if everything were fine, but a few moments later, the caresses continued and she began stoking him through the fabric of his trousers. It felt amazing and his body responded immediately. Sweat began to bead on his forehead.

"…what is your opinion, Master Kenobi?" Senator Organa looked at him expectantly.

"I uh…I'm sorry, could you repeat the question?" he mopped his brow and tried desperately to focus on what the Senator was saying until he felt his zipper slowly being pulled down. The incessant stoking continued without mercy until he was achingly hard and throbbing for release. It was all he could do not to squirm in his chair.

"Are you quiet well, Master Kenobi? You seem a bit distracted." Organa asked with a concerned look on his face.

Anakin's eyes drew together in a frown. "You don't look so good Master. Maybe we should send for Master Che."

"NO! uh..I mean, no. I'm fine, thank you. I just need a few moments to collect my thoughts." Everyone was staring at him, and he turned red with embarrassment. Suddenly Luna abandoned the stroking and began placing soft, wet kisses along his length from root to tip. He couldn't take much more of this. Never had he been so incredibly turned on and yet so thoroughly mortified at the same time.

Yoda tilted his head to the side and looked at him closely "Master Kenobi?"

Luna's oh-so-talented tongue began swirling around his tip. He groaned and gasped and opened his eyes. Just like that the Jedi Council, Bail Organa, Anakin, and everyone else was gone. It was morning and he was back in their hotel room in Mos Eisley in bed with Luna who was currently crouched between his legs doing unspeakably wonderful things to him. It was a dream! It had only been a dream. Thank the Force! But oh, the things she was doing to him!

"Oh, Luna. Don't stop." He moaned and reached down to run his fingers through her hair.

She didn't stop. A few seconds later, her warm wet mouth surrounded him tightly and he was powerless to resist the intense orgasm that followed.

Slowly he he regained his senses and found Luna still stoking him lightly.

"Come here, you naughty girl!" he grabbed her hand and pulled her up so he could look in her eyes, then flipped her over and pinned her to the bed. "You could have gotten me expelled from the Order for a stunt like that!"

"What are you talking about?" She looked mystified.

"Never mind. It was just a dream. However, if the Jedi Order ever returns, promise me you won't do what you just did to me in the middle of a meeting of the High Council."

"Oh." she giggled. "Well, I'm sorry if I got you in trouble, but you were just laying here looking so irresistible I really couldn't help myself."

"Irresistible?"

"Yes, irresistible. Now, shut up and kiss me!"

….

That afternoon found the two newlyweds searching the junk shops of Mos Eisley for lightsaber parts. They found several things that would work, and were careful to purchase the items in several different stores so as not to invite questions.

After a productive shopping trip, they headed back to the hotel. Luna packed their purchases into her overnight bag and turned to find Obi-Wan looking through the contents of the mini-bar. He tried unsuccessfully to stifle a burp and she giggled at the utterly un-Obi-Wan like sound.

"Pardon me!" he said, and his ears reddened. "Do we have any fizz-water?"

"I think there might be some in the refrigeration unit. Are you alright?"

"Yes. My stomach is just a little upset. I suppose I shouldn't have eaten that burger in the middle of the night. It was a bit greasy." he replied as he opened the small refrigeration unit and took out a bottle of lemon fizz-water. He twisted off the lid and gratefully took a sip before laying back on the bed.

A look of worry crossed his handsome features and he seemed lost in thought.

"What's wrong?" Luna asked. She joined him on the bed and curled up close by his side.

"Oh, nothing."

"Nothing?"

He took another swig of fizz-water and put the bottle on the bedside table. "Do you think I'm old?"

"What? No, I don't think you're old. I think you're just right. Why are you worried about that?

"No reason, really. Only, one of those thugs outside the casino yesterday called me an old man."

Luna cocked an eyebrow at him. "Was that before or after you kicked his ass?"

That made him laugh, but he continued. "I don't know, maybe he's right. Sometimes Anakin and I would go to Dex's Diner after returning from a mission. They were open all night, and the portions were huge. You have no idea the amount of food he could put away when he was younger." he got a far away look in his eyes at the fondly remembered memory. "Anyway, I could eat anything and it never bothered me. I had a stomach like durasteel. Now, one little burger and I have indigestion most of the day."

"You're not superhuman Obi-Wan. Even Jedi need to take care of themselves you know."

"Yes, I know. I just worry…"

"Worry about what?"

"I worry that maybe I'm too old to have a youngling." he looked at his hands dejectedly.

So that's what this was about! Luna reached out and gently turned his face so that he was looking at her.

"Now, listen. You may be a few years older than some other fathers out there, but age is just a number. They have youth on their side, but you have had experiences that will be invaluable when dealing with our child. Besides," she kissed him lightly, "I wouldn't want anyone else to be the father of my baby." He smiled and her heart melted a little. Her arms slid around his neck and she embraces him tightly. "Get some rest, my love. You're only as old as you feel."