AN: Alright, this is it! Don't worry, the story is not anywhere near winding down and there will be more scenes like these. Constructive criticism is more than welcome. Please read and review; hope you enjoy! May the Force Be With You!

Disclaimer: It belongs to George Lucas.

CHAPTER 17

One would think, for two highly trained people, the steps to Charlie's bed wouldn't be so elusive. Obi-Wan hadn't wasted any time pinning her against the door once it had shut. She noticed absently that R4 had indeed powered off, and silently thanked him.

Obi-Wan pulled back from her lips for a moment, cupping her cheek in his left hand to admire the dark green eyes and the lips, red from his fierce kisses. Charlie took the opportunity to run her hands up his sides and divest him of his brown robe, the first of many layers. He cupped her other cheek then, and Charlie covered his hands with hers. He leaned in, hovering right above her lips, barely brushing them. She panted lightly, frozen in her position, waiting, tense, for him to fully kiss her.

He did, slowly, sensually, emphasizing each stroke of his tongue against hers. The sparks turned into a slow burn in Charlie's stomach. Just as she felt the need to breathe again, Obi-Wan pulled back and flipped her around so her palms were against the cool door and her back to his chest. He raised his fingers to her zipper, slowly, slowly pulling it down. As he revealed each inch of skin, he kissed it, flicking is tongue and nipping lightly.

Charlie, taking full advantage of their position, rotated her hips back into the arousal she could feel through his leggings, making him speed up his teasing quite a bit and bite back another moan.

Together, they let her dress drop to pool at her feet. She'd had to abandon the bra because of the deep 'v' of the dress, so Obi-Wan was able to reach around to caress her bare breasts. His hands, rough with calluses, palmed them softly, making Charlie whimper with desire. He teased her nipples, feeling them pebble under his ministrations.

Obi-Wan flipped her then, and when he captured her right nipple in his mouth, Charlie saw stars. She moaned, loudly and wantonly. While his mouth was busy at her breasts, his hands made their way down her stomach. Stroking, tickling, teasing until he reached the edge of her black panties.

He slipped one hand down to stroke her through her panties.

And found her knife, strapped to her thigh just below his other hand on the outside of her thigh. Obi-Wan laughed out loud.

"You, darling, a full of surprises." he said, his mirth clear in his voice.

Charlie had forgotten to give him fair warning. But right at that moment, she couldn't have cared less.

"Please, Obi-Wan." she begged, not able to ignore his other hand. He unstrapped the holster quickly, and continued his teasing of her.

"What do you want?" he growled out. "Tell me what you want."

It was all Charlie could do not to let her knees buckle.

"I want…" she began, interrupted by him as he yanked her panties down. "I want you inside me, Obi-Wan." She groaned as he cupped her fully.

"Not quite yet, darling." he answered, intent on her pleasure.

She felt his hands, fingers exploring, teasing her bud, and then penetrating.

She keened, head falling back to thunk against the door. The combination of his mouth on her breasts and his fingers on her nub was a heady one, and Charlie felt her orgasm building fast.

"No." Charlie thought through the lust induced haze that was her mind. "Not yet."

With an enormous force of will, she pushed Obi-Wan off her, admiring the mussed hair and the dark eyes once again. As she watched, he brought his hand to his mouth and licked it clean. The stoic, noble, gentle Jedi warrior she knew was in sharp contrast to this dead sexy, sensual man.

Charlie snapped, his mouth sucking on his own fingers breaking her control. With speed born of her force abilities, she stripped him of his tunic and undershirt, and began to untie his leggings and she forced him to walk backwards towards her bed.

"I notice," Charlie said, taking advantage of his momentary surprise at her movement to kiss his neck, loving the warmth and the prickliness of the stubble she felt there, "that I am at quite a disadvantage." Using the force as her guide allowed her to strip him, kiss him, and keep them on the right path all at the same time.

Pulling back from his neck, she clucked her tongue, shaking her head.

"Can't have that." Charlie said with a grin.

She unceremoniously yanked his pants down and pushed him back. His knees hit the bed, bending until he sat. She sank to her knees, pulling his boots, socks, and leggings all the way off.

"Who decided to let you have all the fun?" she questioned him, letting a lilt enter her voice.

She grabbed his cock, letting her fingers wrap themselves around it.

He let out a ragged groan, and swore in Huttese, falling back on his elbows to watch her with dark hooded eyes.

She moved her hand up and down gently, but could tell the friction was starting to hurt. She made eye contact with him, and without further ado, took as much of him in her mouth as she could.

He yelled incoherently, barely keeping control of the movements of his hips, and she could feel his wave of pleasure over the force. She tongued him a few times before slowly beginning to move her head up and down. She brought a hand up to fondle his balls and hollowed her cheeks around his erection, reveling in the way his breathing went ragged, and watching the well-defined chest rise and fall.

She took as much of him into her mouth as she could, and swallowed at the same time she squeezed his balls. He moaned loudly, his hips jumping off the bed. Charlie smiled around his erection, and quickly pinned him down with a Force-shove.

Obi-Wan's eyes found hers. Knowing the picture she was presenting and seeing it through the force, she smiled around his cock. Her lips red, her eyes wide, and her hair mussed. Through the force, she sent him yet another wave of desire. He growled like an animal, and must have had enough, because he grabbed her by the arms and used the force to help push her under him, her back flat on the bed.

"I want to be inside you when I…" Obi-Wan sentence cut off with a choked moan, thanks to deft fingers on his nipples.

"What, Obi-Wan?" Charlie said innocently.

"You know exactly what, minx." he responded lowly, and kissed her.

Obi-Wan used his knee to part her legs, silently asking permission through the force.

Charlie was desperately ready, but there was one last barrier.

"Wait, Obi-Wan, do we need protection?" Charlie asked.

He shook his head. "Part of the supplements I take, darling." he replied tightly.

Charlie smiled and nodded, and slowly, he sank into her.

When he bottomed out, they moaned together, Charlie grabbing his shoulders to try and maintain her control, Obi-Wan kissing her fiercely. He filled her, and he could feel her wrapped completely around him, so tight and hot.

Eventually, Charlie rucked her hips up, having had enough time to adjust to him, hoping to get him to move. And move he did. He started slowly, building a rhythm, and soon was pounding in to her. She could feel how close he was to the edge, and she was right there with him. He reached a hand down in between them to stroke her clit, trying to help her over the edge.

Charlie could feel the heat coiling in her stomach, tighter, tighter, until, with the rough touch of Obi-Wan's hand, it snapped.

"Oh stars Obi-Wan!" she yelled, sparks crossing her vision, feeling the hot-white pleasure explode from her stomach outward. She rode out her orgasm, feeling as if the world was splintering around her, the heat consuming her.

Obi-Wan followed not soon after, feeling her muscles squeeze him tight, and Charlie had the presence of mind to open her eyes, and watch in awe as the bliss swept every other emotion off of his face. He throbbed inside her, yelling her name. He was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen.

Together, they rode out the shockwaves of their orgasms. Obi-Wan collapsed beside her, fingers playing with her hair. It was all Charlie could do to stay awake. She wasn't entirely sure she could move.

"Obi-Wan?" she asked. "Are you alright?"

Obi-Wan groaned and propped himself up on his elbows.

"Darling," he said, voice still deliciously rough, "I am more than alright."

He looked at her then in a way that she didn't think anyone else, not previous lovers, not her family, had ever looked at her before. She felt herself melt under his gaze, and a strange feeling swept over her. She let her contentedness sweep over the force, telling him without words just how satisfied she was right then.

Obi-Wan smiled and laid back down, this time on his side, and pulled her to him, spooning her. He pulled the blankets over them, and moved her hair out of the way to kiss her shoulders. She smiled, and as their force signatures continued to mingle, they fell asleep.

Charlie awoke to sun on her face, feeling better rested than she could ever remember. She was sprawled across her bed, the notable absence of Obi-Wan immediately dimming her happiness. She reached over to the nightstand, grabbing her comm unit.

The chrono told her it really wasn't that late, only half past eight. People were bound to be sleeping in today, so why had Obi-Wan left her? She had seen a clearly inebriated Ki-Adi Mundi at the ball last night; there was no way the council was meeting this early.

There was a message, she noticed belatedly. Tapping on it, it began to scroll across her screen.

Charlie,

The council interrupted us once again. I received an emergency call at about five this morning. I want to talk. I'll bring breakfast by at about nine, if that's okay. R4 has orders to wake you by quarter till if he hasn't already. I was sorry to leave you, darling.

-Obi-Wan

Charlie leapt out of bed, knowing her hair and makeup from last night must be a wreck and wanting to clean herself up before he arrived. She immediately noticed a twinge down below, and smiled at the memory of last night. It had been a while for her, but last night had more than made up for it. Who knew such a stoic Jedi could be so good in bed?

She was showered and clean a half hour later, and set about cleaning up the room. She hung her dress up and put her shoes away, while using the force to make the bed. She realized she was starving, and hoped that he'd be here soon.

Obi-Wan, of course, knocked right on time, and Charlie answered with a touch of her palm.

He walked in, dressed in full Jedi regalia, and paused only to set a bag down on her desk before kissing her with everything he had. She immediately felt the same heat she had last night, but quickly her growling stomach overpowered even that. He pulled back, a soft smile on his face.

"I apologize for leaving you to wake up alone, darling." he said.

Charlie shook her head. "Duty calls." she responded, "There is no need for an apology."

They had breakfast together, making mostly small talk, until Obi-Wan had to leave, citing yet more Jedi work.

"They still have yet to debrief us after our mission." he said in explanation, his expression souring at the thought of his so called 'wampa chase' around the galaxy. "I wanted to talk with you about a few things, but we haven't been debriefed yet."

Charlie didn't press him for details, knowing he would tell her when he could, and so he took his leave.

The next few days, Charlie was as happy as she could remember being. She spent the time researching on her family's kidnapping, something she'd been holding off on telling Obi-Wan. She supposed it was possible he already knew, possible that Yoda and Windu had told the council, but he hadn't said anything, so she hadn't brought it up.

She and Obi-Wan ate together as often as they could, and they spent every night together. He taught her jungee, the card game that drunk Obi-Wan had tried to convince her Yoda would cheat at. It had quickly deteriorated as she taught him strip poker in return, something she'd picked up on one of missions with the Sith lords.

Ten days after the solstice ball, Charlie was folding and putting away clean laundry when she heard a knock on her door. Obi-Wan. She could feel his force signature. She palmed open the door to reveal him. But he wasn't smiling. His mouth was set in a hard line. Something was wrong.

"Obi-Wan, come in, what is it?" Charlie asked worriedly.

He walked in, taking a seat on her bed.

"Anakin and I have been assigned another mission." he said, not beating around the bush. "We leave tomorrow morning. We are to travel to Janulik again. This time, we know how to find the damned planet and will actually have enough supplies to stay and finish our job." he said.

Charlie stared.

"You…" she started, her voice breaking. "You and Anakin were the mission to Janulik in the past month?" she asked incredulously. How had Yoda and Windu not told her this?

She stopped herself from blaming them, realizing they had no way of knowing about her and Obi-Wan's relationship.

Obi-Wan was nodding in answer.

"You were there researching the separatist's attack and a kidnapped family?" Charlie continued, needing to be absolutely sure she wasn't making a mistake.

Obi-Wan nodded again.

"That family is mine." she said, her voice soft and fragile. "Well, not my biological family. I still don't know who my real parents are. But they're my adoptive family. Obi-Wan, you know my history. I appeared to my aunt out of thin air. She married my uncle not soon after and they had a child named Amaris, who'll be about twelve now. I read about the kidnapping on the holonet. I am certain that the kidnapped family is them. I've been researching about where Sidious would take them. He's going to try to use them to get to me, Obi-Wan, I'm sure of it. We have to help them!"

Charlie didn't realize she was crying until Obi-Wan was up on his feet, wiping her tears away with his thumbs.

"We will, darling, we will." he said comfortingly. "I had no idea that was your family. I promise you, Anakin and I will not fail this time."

Charlie threw her arms around his neck, breathing in the comforting sent. Together, they went and sat on her bed again.

The pair talked for hours then, only pausing to order dinner brought up. Obi-Wan questioned her about her life on Janulik, who her family had been, and what she remembered of the planet. She talked and talked, needing to get this out of her system. They spoke about her training under Sidious and Tyranus, her escape, her reasoning behind killing Tyranus. Charlie gave him as much information as she could, knowing any random little detail could help.

Finally, Obi-Wan was someone who she could spill all of her secrets to. He understood the little rebellions and the stresses of training under immense pressure. He understood losing people, or a person, Qui-Gon, in his case, very close to him. She left out only the torture she'd undergone, and he didn't reveal details of Qui-Gon's death. Those were memories to be relived in time.