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Chapter 33: Possession
Commander Cody followed his Master's quick pace through the hanger toward's the Sith's personal cruiser, a sleek, elegant thing in black and red that Obi-Wan had called the Umbra. He had the clone technicians and the finest in droid engineering working on getting it outfitted with a stealth drive based on a prototype ship that the Republic had used with great effect in breaking the siege on Christophsis. His inside man, Slick, had managed to forward him the design specifications just before he was apprehended and arrested by his fellows. Kenobi didn't mind, of course. If Slick wasn't smart enough to get lost in a sea of identical brothers, than his name was poorly chosen.
"Will you be returning soon, sir?" Cody had asked, and the Sith at his side simply chuckled.
"I should be, yes. Within a few days. Why? Did I not give you enough to do in my absence?" The pair passed a company of clones unloading a supply ship that had arrived from the Malevolence that morning. Dooku had outright refused to comply with any of Kenobi's requests, still bitter from what he considered an embarrassing loss on Christophsis, and while he couldn't deny the requests that Sidious had made on Lumis' behalf, he could deny Kenobi directly.
"If you want to act like a greedy child, Kenobi," Dooku had sneered days before, "than you can bother our mutual benefactor. I wonder how long it will take for him to grow tired of you as well." Dooku's lack of cooperation bothered Kenobi initially. After all, between the two of them, it was obvious who Darth Sidious' true apprentice was, but he quickly managed to shrug the matter off. He didn't need Dooku to act as an intermediary in his affairs when he could go right to the source. However, he didn't want to deal with the Techno Union either, and instead had contacted Grievous, who was more than willing to lend aid to his amicable Sith companion.
The ship carried fifty MagnaGuard droids, personally trained and programmed by Grievous himself, to assist in the training of the clones in electostaff combat, the weapons carefully packed in large crates that the clones were currently unloading. There were hundreds of them, certainly enough to outfit several companies with a weapon that could combat the Jedi.
"No, sir, you've given us plenty to do," Cody said, eyeing the large transport as his men worked, a team of engineers running by to begin activating the Magnaguard. "The men are eager for battle, that's all. Gra'tua cuun hett su dralshy'a." Our vengeance burns brighter still.
"Jorso'ran kando a tome." We shall bear its weight together. He clapped the clone on the shoulder. Mando'a, he found, had come easily to the clones. Not just to Cody, who, despite their identical genetics, was smarter than the rest, but to the rest of them as well. Being adept at the language must have bled over from their original, a man Kenobi knew to be from Concord Dawn, a Mandalorian world. "Tell your men not to worry. I feel it too, we'll be out soon enough."
"I already did, sir. But they are restless."
Kenobi sighed. "Designate a droid company to the training hall. I know it's not the same as shedding actual blood, but if they need to practice, let them beat on the droids."
Cody nodded, the two stopping outside the Umbra just as the maintenance droids rolled off the docking ramp. "Sir, we're very close to Mandalore, the men have-"
"No," Kenobi said shaking his head. "Not in large groups. If you want, Cody, you can send ten of your men if they keep to pairs and don't wear armor."
"Any ten, sir?"
Obi-Wan stroked his beard, yellow eyes slowly drifting over the hanger. "Send your best," he finally said. "The ones that advance quickest in their training with the electrostaff are permitted to go, at your discretion. But remember, Mandalore is a neutral world. If the people suspect that there are clones on the planet, it may spark a diplomatic incident, and we don't want that. Not yet, at least. Not while I'm on vacation."
Cody smirked, nudging the Sith. "We wouldn't want that, would we, sir?"
"Not in the least. You wouldn't like me when my needs aren't met."
"Well, we will attend to the ones we can, sir." Cody smirked slyly. "You have a Mandalorian woman for the rest of them."
Kenobi chuckled, punching the clone on his armored shoulder. "You're in command while I'm away, Cody. Don't forget to feed the rancors. Contact me if there's a problem you can't solve on your own."
"There aren't any problems I can't solve on my own, my Lord. Have fun, don't wear her out too much."
"Te dala gotal cuyir dralshy'a kebise. Mando'ade draar shukur." The woman is made of stronger stuff. Mandalorians never break. Kenobi inclined his head when the clone saluted, and with that, he walked on the ship, pressing his hand on the control pad in the wall and the ramp withdrew, the hatch sealing with a hiss, and he settled into the pilot's seat, powered on the ship, and left through the large hanger opening, passing through the blue atmospheric barrier that protected the open hanger from the vacuum of space. Safely away from the Negotiator, he pressed the accelerator forward, the ship humming as the engines engaged, flying just under the massive wedge-shaped length of the Star Destroyer Liberator. Even now, he was impressed with the enormity of the ship and the fine design, which was much sleeker than nearly every ship in the Separatist fleet.
He had anchored the ships in the Mandalore system in the orbit of the planet Shukut, the ships easily hidden by the orbit of the planet's thirty moons. They were far enough from Mandalore to not draw attention, close enough to get there easily, and the gas giant had no inhabitants to call attention to the Separatist vessels. Being a neutral system, Satine had forbidden Republic and Separatist vessels from passing through the Mandalore sector, which both parties had obeyed, the Republic out of respect for the Duchess, and the Confederacy for fear of the Negotiator's wrath. Obi-Wan had made it very, very clear that Mandalore was off limits, and nobody wanted to test that.
The coordinates for Sundari punched in, Obi-Wan leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes, reaching out with the Force to feel everything around him, near and distant. His hand slipped within his robes and gently held the holocron, bringing it out and raising it before him, the small pyramid slowly beginning to spin, it's caps twisting off and the device opening, bathing the cockpit in a red glow, the smooth hiss of ancient Sith filling the silence. He listened closely, the Dark Side within him grabbing at the knowledge like a hungry beast and filling him with power so raw, so real it was almost tangible. Obi-Wan could feel it, hear it, taste it in the very air around him. With the Dark Side, all things were possible. There was no limit to the power he could obtain, so long as he had the will to take it, the strength to control it. The Jedi spoke of Force potential, but it was nonsense. With the right mind set, even an unskilled Jedi Initiate could achieve real power.
Lumis had fostered several connections, ones that ran deep within him, so strong they were rooted in the Force itself, and if properly focused, he could feel them, sense their emotions, their presence in the Force that bound them all together. He felt Ventress, the woman impotently angry and in pain, no doubt the result of one of her training sessions with Dooku. He felt Eeth Koth, sequestered away in the Jedi Temple, his presence peaceful and contemplative, like a still pond. With a soft touch, he felt the Zabrak shiver, the calm waters of his mind rippling before again going still. He felt his rancor Yoda, the creature satiated and calm as he rested, surrounded by clones he understood to be his brood. And he felt his Master, cold and focused, deep in meditation himself. Kenobi didn't need to make his presence known, the Sith Master felt him there as soon as he had reached out. Sidious reached back, and Kenobi hissed, the holocron wavering in the air and nearly dropping as his focus faltered when his mind was filled with the warm, comforting touch of his Master.
He had been certain that the peace conference a few days earlier had gone exactly the way Sidious had wanted; if it didn't, he would have heard about it. Obi-Wan hadn't spoken to his Master since, but the man was clearly pleased, more pleased than what Kenobi could reasonably expect, from the way he was coaxed into lowering his defenses, the apprentice's mind erupting in euphoria from his Master's pleasure. Lumis eagerly drank it in, feeding the pulsing, hungry Dark Side the passion it so desperately craved. He could feel the bond between them deepen, as it always did when they were mentally in tune, and Kenobi leaned back, eyes closed and holocron floating before him, taking deep, shivering breaths as he allowed the raw pleasure to seer his nerves.
His Master's voice was little more than a thin, amused whisper, one heard not with the ears, but through the Force, like a quietly playing memory in his mind. "What is your next move?" With a smirk, Kenobi answered not with words, but with clear, vibrant images of himself and Satine in flagrante delicto, a carefree, playful response that Sidious responded to with amusement and a soft, "Have fun. Contact me when you've had your fill."
With a grin, Kenobi came out of his meditation, took the ship off autopilot, and pressed full speed to Mandalore.
It was early evening when he arrived in Sundari, parking the Umbra in the royal hanger next to the Coronet, and he disembarked, hood pulled over his head as he had done so many times before. The guards let him past without inspection or complaint. They had seen him often in the palace, knew their Duchess had given his ship the authority to use the royal facilities, so the assumption was that he belonged there. The palace guard long suspected that their Duchess had some secret, high born lover, someone she was clearly not supposed to be with, or else the honest Satine wouldn't keep him hidden from sight. They recognized the ship, the hooded man, the easy graced he walked with, and they all simply assumed that the woman's lover had come to call, and they let him pass.
It was a short, easy walk to the Duchess' bedchambers, and he entered the room without announcement, the door quietly hissing closed behind him, and he found the woman sitting at the long table in the living area, still dressed in the high-necked blues of her office, and heatedly debating something with the hologram of three men projected over the table. Business hours were, apparently, not yet over. He caught her eye for just a moment, the Duchess only managing a sideways glance and a small, secretive smile in his direction before diverting her full attention to her duty. With a sigh, he strode out of the room, out of the way of the hologram's range, and into the bedroom, throwing his heavy cloak on the bed, divesting himself of his shoes and dropping onto the couch on the balcony, his feet up on the rail, drawing out his holocron and leaning back as the pyramid opened. War left him so little time for study.
It took nearly fifteen minutes for Kenobi to hear Satine enter the bedroom, sighing heavily and shuffling around in her closets for a moment before she came out, her heavy, formal ware replaced by something lighter and much more comfortable. Obi-Wan rose, the Duchess smiling faintly and slipped herself into his waiting arms. He ran her pale, blond hair through his fingers, breathing deeply the scent of her that was so like the fresh, crisp Mandalorian night.
"I didn't think I'd see you so soon," she whispered, holding herself as close to the Sith as she could.
"Our last meeting was brief, I thought you'd have found it...unsatisfactory."
"No, no," she chuckled. "Hardly that. We just didn't have any time to talk."
He leaned down to kiss the Duchess' cheek as she drew away from him. "Well, we can certainly rectify that. I have a few days, if I'm lucky."
Satine arched a thin eyebrow. "You aren't busy with the war?"
"I am, but the Jedi have all returned to Coruscant. It's all just politics now, and I want no part in that."
"Have you stopped pushing for peace?"
Kenobi sighed, running his hand over his face. This was a difficult subject with Satine. "Neither side wants it."
"Yes they do, nobody wants a costly war."
"There are many who stand to profit from war, my dear. Certainly on the side of the Confederacy. I'm sure the Republic has people like that as well, but I'm unfamiliar with them." He scoffed. "The Kaminoans, at the very least, are making absurd amounts of credits."
"But that's surely a minority, Obi-Wan."
"Maybe so."
"So if the majority want peace, you must press for it."
Kenobi groaned loudly. He wasn't in the mood to deal with this. "I did press for peace. I negotiated a cease-fire, and the Republic answered with an invasion of Christophsis." He watched her bright blue eyes fall to the floor, her jaw clenched. She had heard of that and was clearly bothered. "Their actions have the Confederacy convinced that peace is not possible. Even their most reasonable are clamoring for vengeance, and you know where that leads."
"...since Christophsis, nearly two hundred worlds have joined my neutral systems." Kenobi held his breath. He couldn't decide if this was good or bad. It could work toward his Master's plans, but if too many systems favored neutrality, some of those worlds may need to be...persuaded to join the war.
"Is that what you were doing?" She nodded. "It sounded awfully heated for a peace talk."
Satine waved her hand in a dismissive gesture. "Politicians. If things don't get heated, they just don't care."
Kenobi laughed. "Sounds like us." Satine laughed, smiling brightly at first, but it slowly faded until the Mandalorian looked perfectly ashen, reaching for her lover's hand, and Obi-Wan gently took it. "What is it, what's wrong?"
"...you do love me, Obi-Wan." The Sith bit his lip. It wasn't a question, but there was doubt in her soft voice. He took both her hands in his and brought them to his lips.
"Always, Satine. Always. Akay te tuur Ni ash'amur, Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum." Until the day I die, I will love you.
She closed her eyes, face serene and breathing deep and even. When she met his golden gaze again, the Duchess steeled herself and said, stronger than she felt, "I want you to leave the Sith."
Obi-Wan stared at her, head tilted slightly to the side, mouth hanging open slightly and the need to breathe completely forgotten. Time ceased to exist. Sith Hells, the Force itself ceased to exist. Leave the Sith? Why? It didn't make any sense. Why would Satine even want that? They weren't like the Jedi, they didn't stop him from anything The Sith permitted basically anything his heart desired, encouraged him to follow his passions, regardless of where they led. The Sith allowed them to be together, what was even the point of leaving?
When Kenobi felt time slowly revert to normal, it was like coming out of hyperspace in a ship that was far too small to regulate the inertia of the exit. The air was nearly knocked out of him, and he caught himself staggering back like he had been shot. A nervous, twitching smile came to his lips, and Obi-Wan couldn't help but laugh. The Duchess just crossed her arms, her blue eyes cold, her face serious, and Kenobi slowly stopped. She was serious.
"Why," he started, slowly testing the waters, "would you want that?"
"They hurt you, Obi-Wan."
"Sweetheart, they don't hurt me." He should have seen it coming for how often it seemed to happen, but her open hand struck him across the face, the spot red and stinging almost immediately. "You do, however..."
"If you lie to me again, I'll do worse than hurt you."
He chuckled softly. "Ke nu'jurkadir sha Mando'ade, eh? You've always been a warrior at heart."
"I've seen the scars on your body, Obi-Wan, scars like that don't come without pain!"
"I've told you a thousand times, lightsaber burns scar dark, they're not so bad as they look!"
"Why do you even have those?!" His Satine was angry, much more so than he had even seen before, and he shut his mouth, silently observing her instead. She was simply...worried. He understood, she needed to express this, and it would all blow over. She would be reasonable again after she expressed her fear, her frustration, after they had joined together so she could find release in his embrace. War was stressful, even for those not involved. Especially for those not involved, if their loved ones were.
"I like that we're together, Obi-Wan," she started again when the man didn't answer. "I'm even...pleased that you left the Jedi so you could be free to love. But to join the Sith...could you not just leave the Jedi, why did you have to join them!"
Kenobi's yellow eyes appraised her, the blue eyes intensely narrowed, her thin, bare arms crossed over her chest, her entire being expectantly waiting. She wouldn't continue until she had an answer. "Joining the Sith wasn't just about leaving the Jedi. They offered what I wanted. They gave me the family I lost with the Jedi, they promised me unlimited power through the focus of my training in the Force."
"Is power so important."
"It is to me, yes," he growled, fist clenching at his side. "Important enough to give up the Jedi, important enough to endure the pain I have. And knowing what it takes to achieve that power, I'd do it all again. All of it."
"They are torturing you, Obi-Wan," Satine said, her voice quivering with emotion. "I never wanted you to be hurt, I never wanted this for you. You say the Sith replaced your Jedi family, but I am your family."
"...Satine, that's different, it's-"
"It isn't!" she snapped, the woman's temper flaring again. "Aliit ori'shya tal'din. You are family to me, Obi-Wan. You're powerful enough, you don't need the Sith." She reached out and took one of his cold hands in her own shaking ones, feeling the rough calluses that came from thousands of hours of tireless lightsaber training. "Please. Leave them. Now, before the war truly begins. I don't want you hurt, I don't want you in danger, I don't want you killed in this senseless war!"
"I won't die, Satine, I'm-"
"I know you're powerful. More than I know, I'm sure. But the thought of you out there..." The woman looked away and whimpered, a sound that he rarely heard the strong Satine make. "I can't bear the thought. I want you here. Safe. We can be together always, we can start a family. Vi Ru'kel gotal'ur kovid, mesh'la ade, Obi-Wan..." We would have strong, beautiful children.
Kenobi took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Was this something he could do? Could he abandon the Sith and spend the rest of his life here with Satine? Were he to do so, his life would certainly be very, very short, as would hers. Sidious would not allow him to live after such a betrayal, and nor should he. Betrayal should be met with death, or worse, if possible. Force knew he had his own plans for the Jedi that betrayed him.
But the thought was...appealing. Not about leaving the Sith, but the idea of being with Satine as a family. Before, his life was a secret, but now, the name Obi-Wan Kenobi was all over the galaxy, a name to be respected and feared, depending on who was asked. Now, his connections with the Confederacy required a little discretion, as revealing who was in Satine's bed could ruin her place as a peacekeeper, and he wouldn't tarnish her name. After the war was over, however, when the galaxy was united under the strong hand of Sith rule, there would be no reason to hide. Satine could be his queen, and they could rule together. He imagined it before, but he never actually thought about it, and now that he was, he desperately wanted it. Satine was correct. They would have beautiful, strong children, future rulers of a Dark Side empire if Sidious hadn't unlocked the secrets of immortality first. They would be strong in the Force, all of them, and he could teach them all he knew, creating a legacy of Sith that would last forever...
Kenobi slowly shook his head. This future was only possible through the power of the Sith. He opened his eyes, looking at the lovely woman, and the Dark Side growled in warning. Kenobi had always heeded the warnings of the Force, and now was no different. "Why bring this up at all, Satine?" he purred, his long fingers running over the soft skin of her shoulders. "You've never complained before."
"I have never like to see you hurt, my love."
"I don't hurt. I told you they don't hurt. And when they do, it is necessary."
"I know, but I worry. Even Qui-Gon was worried, he-" Satine gasped sharply when the Sith's long, strong fingers dug into her skin, his grip crushing and she could feel her light arms already begin to bruise. She looked up to see those golden eyes blazing with fury, the fine face periodically twitching as he struggled to control the rage that threatened to control him.
"You spoke to Qui-Gon?" he asked sweetly, his accented voice smooth and soft, but Satine could feel the malice dripping off his words. She hadn't seen this side of him before. With her, Obi-Wan was always sweet and gentle and loving, even when they shared in rough and nearly violent intimacy, it was always driven from passion. But now, she could see actual violence in those blazing eyes, a deep and raging hatred that coursed through her lover and made her instantly believe what Qui-Gon had said. The old Jedi had said Obi-Wan had blood on his hands. She had defended her lover fervently, but now...now, as she looked into those glowing yellow eyes, she saw murder.
"H-he was worried about you, Obi-Wan," she stuttered, her body running cold as the Sith Lord's grasp on her loosened, his long-fingered hands possessively stroking her neck and shoulders, his entire body trembling as he struggled to hold his rage in check. "He knows what it's like to be with the Sith, he-"
"He doesn't know anything!"
Satine flinched, biting down on her lip, watching her lover's face twist in rage until he settled back into a tenuous ease, a smirk on his lips, but the golden eyes filled with a promise of future violence. "He just wants you to be safe, Obi," she said softly when she felt it was safe to speak. "He knows you're through with the Jedi, he just knows the Sith hurt you, and he doesn't want you to be hurt. He doesn't even care that you study the Dark Side, he just wants you to be safe and happy." Kenobi hardly moved, and Satine took it as a sign to continue. "You were close once, my love, he was like a father to you. We both just want the best for you, we don't want to see you tortured."
Slowly, Kenobi began to chuckle, a soft, light thing that grew to be strained, manic laughter. Satine backed away from the man, observing him carefully and not daring to breathe, and for just a moment, she could have sworn she saw the Sith's clenched hand surrounded in glowing blue static sparks. She must have blinked, for in the next moment, the Sith Lord was standing right in front of her, his elegant hands cupping her face and those golden, raging eyes glowing with sinister delight. Satine tried to move away, but found her body did not obey her.
"My Satine..." Lumis purred, running his thumb over her high cheeks. "Qui-Gon shouldn't have meddled in my affairs. Using my lover to get to me..." Kenobi hissed, jaw clenched tightly in anger for a moment before he relaxed, laughing softly and drawing the woman against him. "Don't you worry...I'm going to fix this..."
The Duchess gasped, her chest tightening as she felt Obi-Wan enter her mind. He had done this in the past, often enough to know it was happening, and almost always when they were joined together. He had taught her to feel when he wrapped his presence around her, warm and comforting, and the sensation filled her with euphoria, leaving her feeling nearly drunk with lust, driven from feeling his pleasure as well as her own. But this...that was nothing like it. Instead of the comforting embrace of his presence, she felt cold, shivering as shadowy hands carefully pawed through her mind, memories long since locked away playing out before her eyes in quick succession as he touched them. His quick perusal left her feeling dizzy, and without warning, her legs gave way. Kenobi easily caught her, one arm holding her up and the fingers of his other hand sliding into her hair. The Duchess groaned softly, her hands grasping at his chest and balling into the folds of his tunic.
"Obi-Wan..."
"Hush, my love. Don't fight it, this will just take a moment." Lumis found it. The recent memory of his former Master's discussion with Satine. The woman in his arms whimpered softly as the memory played before her, her bright blue eyes dulling as the Sith slowly, carefully used the Force to alter the offending discussion, turning the brief reunion from a discussion on Obi-Wan's Sith lifestyle to a cordial one regarding Mandalore's neutral policies. It was a simple thing to do, and his lover would suffer no damage from this in the least. Satine shivered, and Kenobi picked her up and carried her to the bed, laying her down upon it. There was only one thing left to do.
He stroked back her hair, the Duchess softly gasping, her eyes unfocused as her memories were rearranged. "We're just going to forget that I was here," Lumis drawled, a gentle smile on his lips when the clouded blue eyes met his gold. "Without Qui-Gon's filthy influence on you, everything will be right between us..." He took her memories of the past half hour in the hands of the Force, and with a quiet command, he faded himself from her mind, her memories replaced with images of her peacefully alone in the temperate early evening. When the Duchess's hazy eyes closed, he took his boots and his cloak and tossed them onto the couch in the living area and left her rooms, the door hissing closed behind him as he stood in the open, empty hallway.
The power of the Dark Side was so strong that the hallway darkened, the lights lining the long corridor going out and the moonlight filtering in from the windows suddenly smothered. Lumis hadn't felt rage like this since he fell, but then, he was a child playing with things he didn't understand. Now, his wrathful presence in the Force attracted the Dark Side to him like a swirling vortex, a nexus of the Dark Side of the Force that made the soldiers patrolling the halls on that floor drop to their knees all at once, their weapons clattering harmlessly to the floor as they clutched their throats, blood boiling in their veins, but unable to scream. He could feel their lives in his hand, writhing and delicate and so easily snuffed out, and he could feel his Satine in the room behind him, her presence resting and peaceful and completely unharmed, because he never could harm his Duchess.
How dare Qui-Gon meddle in his affairs. He had no right to his things, and Satine was his. He never wanted to do any of this to his perfect, beautiful lover, and the Jedi had forced him to by poisoning her against him. Death was too good for Jedi Master Qui-Gon Jinn. A part of him had always respected his old Master, yearned for his understanding, one day hoped to stand beside him on the Dark Side, but now...
Master Jinn would die last. Obi-Wan's revenge wouldn't be complete until the Jedi Master had watched as his former student had taken everything away from him. The Jedi Order, his precious Skywalker, all the friends he held dear, they would all be turned to the Dark Side, or they would die, and so help him, Lumis would make Qui-Gon watch it all.
The lives in his grasp became dim, and, having resolved himself to a course of action, he released his hold on the Force, the Dark Side hanging oppressively around him as if waiting for the command of its Master, and the lives he had held sparked with life, slowly burning bright as the Sith reentered Satine's chambers. His long strides took him right to the bedroom, the Duchess laying just where he had left her, rolled on her side and blue eyes closed, breathing deep and even in her light sleep. He lightly ran his hand over her bare shoulder, and the woman's breath hitched, groaning softly as her blue eyes fluttered open. She focused on the man sitting next to her, and with a gasp, she shot up and threw her arms around his neck, tucking her head into the crook of his shoulder and gently kissing the pit of his throat.
"I didn't think I'd see you so soon," she whispered, holding herself as close to the Sith as she could.
"I can't stay away from you, my love," Kenobi whispered, kissing her ear and a jolt ran through his body when she gasped, moving closer to him and laying her little hand on the inside of his thigh. "Early night?"
"I guess so," she mumbled, nuzzling against his chest. "After Christophsis, there has been so much to do. I suppose I didn't realize how tired I was, I was just going to lay down for a moment..."
"You're overworked, my dear..." the Sith drawled, pulling the thin woman into his lap. "You need a break. Can you afford a vacation?"
"Can I ever?"
He chuckled softly, pressing his lips to her flushed cheek. "I was planning on staying for a few days, but if you're too busy..."
"...a few days off may be appropriate," she said softly, a sly smile on her lips. "I've been running myself into the ground, I may be coming down with something."
"Mm, we can't have that..." Kenobi sighed as she wriggled closer to him, the feel of her slender body against his sending waves of desire through him. This is what it should have been before, this is what it would have been had that Jedi scum not tampered with his things. He drew her tightly against him, his long-fingered hand running possessively through her pale blond hair as he bent to kiss her long neck, her bare shoulder, growling softly when her soft gasps melted into pleasured moans.
Satine eagerly removed her clothing when the Sith pressed insistently on the straps on her shoulders, her body flushed and her breath catching in excitement when he pressed her back on the bed. Kenobi stood back, looking at her appreciatively, lightly brushing his long fingers affected with a hint of the Force over the length of her body that was his dominion, and the woman shivered with the cool, burning sensation.
"I think a few days away from everything will do us some good," he whispered, his fingers drifting lazily across her thigh, and the Duchess glared at him.
"You keep this up, and I'm going to disagree." Obi-Wan chuckled, laying a soft kiss on the squirming woman's stomach and slowly working his way up to her lips, his body covering her own, the soft feel of her silken robes making Satine frantic and feverish in her passions. A few days was all Lumis needed to make certain that Satine was his, free of the influence of the traitorous Jedi. By the time he was done, Duchess Satine Kryze would know she was property of Darth Lumis, Lord of the Sith. The Jedi had come between him and his treasured possessions for the last time, and that would be their final mistake.