"Laws and principles are not for the times when there is no temptation: they are for such moments as this, when body and soul rise in mutiny against their rigour ... If at my convenience I might break them, what would be their worth?"
― Charlotte Brontë,Jane Eyre
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Well, that senate meeting could have gone better. The headache Satine Kryze now had was insurmountable, to say the least.
The heels she'd been wearing all day, now discarded at the door, and she very uncharacteristically flopped back onto the couch. The conforming fabric of the pillows was a stark disparity to the rigid aluminum seating in the senate pods.
As she sat there on the large couch, Satine rubbed her temples, trying to alleviate the pounding pain in her head.
The senate meeting had been a disaster, with heated debates and accusations flying from all sides. It seemed that no matter what she did or said, she couldn't find a resolution that satisfied everyone. The issue at hand was a contentious one - the allocation of resources to different sectors of Mandalore. Each faction had their own demands and grievances, making it nearly impossible for Satine to find a compromise that would appease them all.
It wasn't the only piece of legislation on the docket, but the more pressing one to her.
Satine sat up, quickly, when she heard the door, and the quick body movements suggested she wasn't expecting any company.
The muscles in her shoulders relaxed, seeing Obi Wan.
A wry smirk donned his lips. "I see I've caught you in a compromised position, Duchess." Ignoring the heat rising to Satine's face, Obi Wan took a step in, and the door hissed closed behind him.
"Oh, Obi Wan, I – "
" – you assumed I was a senator, perhaps, or one of your palace guards." He crossed in front of her, bending by the shoes she left at the door, leaving them on a chair stool by a glass table. "I hear today's section got a bit heated."
"It is hard to get anyone to mutually agree on anything."
"I admire your fortitude, Satine," he dropped any formalities; they were alone, she wasn't Her Highness or Duchess behind private walls. "I am not brave enough for politics." He walked back towards her, a glass of Lothalian currant wine in each hand.
Satine smirked. "No, just brash enough to wield a lightsaber." She accepts one of the glasses, brings it to her lips, and takes a sip, relishing in bubbly texture coursing down her throat.
"On that, I am guilty as charged."
She chuckled softly, the sound melodic and filled with amusement. "Well, it certainly adds a bit of excitement to my life," Satine replied, her eyes sparkling mischievously as she took another sip of the wine.
He joined in her laughter, a twinkle in his own eyes. "I suppose wielding a lightsaber does have its own set of perks," he admitted.
"But politics... that takes a different kind of strength," Satine remarked thoughtfully, swirling the liquid in her glass. "To navigate through all the intricacies and power plays, to make difficult decisions for the greater good..."
He leaned back against the cushions, his gaze fixed on her. "Yet here you are, leading Mandalore with grace and determination," he said sincerely. "And quite the beautiful woman at that."
Satine's smirk softened into a small smile as she looked at him. "Your flattery knows no bounds," she teased gently.
He raised an eyebrow playfully. "It's not flattery if it's true," he countered.
Satine's expression softened, touched by his words.
She looked down at her wine glass – empty. Obi Wan noticed this, too, and offered to get her a refill, to which she obliged, and he dutifully filled it from the decanter on the glass table.
Satine begins to feel a warmth radiating from her as Obi Wan returned to the couch, hanging over the glass of wine, and she took a sip without words, but her eyes - her eyes looked over the rim, and there was a twinkle in them that hadn't been there before.
The warmth that had started to spread through her veins intensified, causing a delightful tingling sensation to course through her body.
Obi Wan raised a brow over the rim of his glass, then smiled.
When he did, she felt her heartbeat jump, unable to contain a rush of emotions that now flooded her being. Obi Wan's smile held warmth and kindness, reaching his eyes, and making them sparkle. It was a smile that made her feel seen and understood, as if he knew the depths of her thoughts and dreams.
The way he looked at her – it ignited something, inside, a fire, burning deep in her soul, fueling something in her gut. As the intensity of their eye contact broke, she could still feel the echo of his smile resonating within her chest.
Her heartbeat continued to race, but now it carried excitement and anticipation.
As she brought the glass of wine to her lips, Satine couldn't help but notice how her hand trembled ever so slightly. The anticipation that hung in the air, unspoken yet palpable between them. Their eyes met over the rim of her glass, and time seemed to stand still for a brief moment.
In that instant, Satine saw something different in Obi-Wan's gaze - a twinkle that hadn't been there before. It held a hint of mischief, a spark of understanding that sent shivers down her spine.
Her shoulders felt tense.
She made an undignified noise in her throat, "Hm, - "
Lightheaded; yes, that was it.
"Too much wine, I think." It definitely wasn't the wine.
Obi Wan looked down at his own glass, he'd barely touched it.
The man cleared his throat. "I remember, the last night on Mandalore – the wine, to celebrate your coronation..."
A mischievous glint appeared in Duchess Satine's eyes as she leaned closer, her voice dropping to a low whisper. "I seem to recall that our priorities were elsewhere that night."
Obi Wan couldn't help but chuckle nervously at the memory. "Yes, they certainly were."
Their conversation was filled with playful undertones and shared secrets that only they knew. The weight of their past and unfulfilled desires hung in the air between them, mingling with the aroma of untouched wine.
Obi Wan was by no means the teenager he once was. He wasn't the rebellious and willful person, someone who willingly broke just about every rule laid out by the Jedi. He was someone who had a fondness for rigid rules and a largely by-the-book attitude.
But, damnit, if his heartbeat wasn't in his throat right now.
He was acutely aware just how close he and the Duchess were to each other. And he could very well blame the wine for the heat pulsing in his veins, but that wouldn't be true.
Obi Wan cleared his throat, "Well – " the nearly-full glass of wine was left on the end table by his side of the couch.
"You should probably go," Satine added, a ting of sadness to her tone.
He agreed, nodding, "Yes."
"But, you don't want to."
"No."
Obi-Wan's heart raced, his mind struggling to maintain composure. He knew he should leave, honor the boundaries of their friendship. But the pull towards Satine was undeniable, impossible to ignore.
In that moment, they both knew that defying their duties would come at a great cost. But sometimes, love outweighs logic and reason. Sometimes, two souls cannot deny the magnetic force drawing them together. Their unspoken words hung heavily in the air, caught between duty and desire.
In that ephemeral moment of uncertainty, they made a choice - one that would change their lives forever.
Satine leaned forward and pressed her lips to his. Everything else in the room seem to fade away. She was lost to such intoxicating bliss.
It was a soft kiss at first – tentative and uncertain – but then Obi-Wan deepened it, pulling her closer until they were pressed tightly together. Their breaths mingled as they kissed, and Satine felt a warmth spreading through her body.
They broke momentarily. He pulled her onto his lap. Her throat constricted. Obi Wan traced his fingers along her jawline. Their second kiss was more intense than before – raw, primal, and Satine couldn't help but moan softly into his mouth. It was clear now that there was no going back. They were both caught up in this desire for each other, and nothing could stop them from exploring it further.
As their lips continued to move fervently against each other's, Satine's hands roamed over Obi-Wan's chest, feeling the firmness beneath her touch. He reciprocated by sliding his hands down her back and pulling her even closer. The room seemed to crackle with electric energy as their bodies pressed together, aching for more.
Satine could feel the heat pooling between her thighs, aching for release. She shifted on Obi-Wan's lap, unable to suppress a small gasp of pleasure. His eyes bore into hers, filled with desire and longing. Without breaking eye contact, he moved his hand lower until it found its way under her skirt.
Her breath hitched as his fingers brushed against her inner thigh, teasingly close to where she craved his touch the most. A shiver ran through her body as he traced delicate circles on her skin, slowly inching closer toward her core.
Obi-Wan's lips left hers momentarily as he whispered huskily in her ear, "Tell me you want this as much as I do."
Satine nodded, unable to form words amidst the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body. Her mind was consumed by him – his scent, his touch, everything about him felt like pure ecstasy.
With that affirmation, Obi-Wan wasted no time in dipping his fingers inside her panties and finding the wetness waiting for him. Satine let out a moan of pleasure at the intimate contact and gripped him tighter.
Their kisses became more urgent and desperate as he explored every inch of her mouth while simultaneously pleasuring her relentlessly. Satine lost herself completely in the whirlwind of sensations that consumed her senses.
Satine had never felt so alive before – every touch sent sparks flying throughout her entire being. She grinded against him until he brought her to climax, and her body seemed to relax.
Obi Wan lifted her from the couch, carrying her into the bedroom, where he laid her down on the red duvet spread wide across the bed. He slow-crawled on top, then leaned in to kiss her. His lips pressed to her neck, trailing over the vein pulsing beneath, then to her jawline. He captured her mouth with a fire that burned deep in his chest.
A shiver ran down Satine's spine, sending waves of anticipation through her body. Obi Wan's touch was gentle yet purposeful, his fingers tracing invisible patterns along her skin. She could feel the heat building between them, an undeniable chemistry that had been simmering for far too long.
Their kisses deepened, becoming more urgent and passionate with each passing moment. His hands moved from her neck to cup her face, holding her gently but firmly as if he never wanted to let go. Their breaths mingled in the intimate space between them, creating a sweet symphony of desire.
Obi Wan's mouth traced a path down her collarbone, leaving a trail of delicate kisses in its wake. Every touch ignited a fire within her, making it hard to focus on anything else but the intoxicating sensation of their connection. In that moment, time seemed to stand still as they lost themselves in the depths of their longing. The intensity in his eyes mirrored the emotions coursing through her own veins.
With a surge of need, Obi Wan disrobed, and then worked Satine out of her dress, until they both lay bare and exposed.
They melted into a passionate embrace, their bodies intertwining with undeniable chemistry. Obi Wan's hands roamed over Satine's curves, leaving a trail of electric tingles in their wake. Their kisses grew deeper and more desperate, fueling the fire that burned between them.
Satine pulled away slightly, her eyes filled with desire. "Obi Wan," she whispered huskily, "I want you... inside me... now..."
As his kisses assaulted her, he found the apex of her thighs, then thrusted forward and sheathed himself inside her, absorbing her choppy moans with his mouth.
"Ohh, Obi..." He filled her completely.
As their desire grew, they moved as one, finding solace in each other's arms. Satine arched her back, reveling in the sensations that surged through her body. Obi Wan held her close, his touch both gentle and possessive. Lost in the throes of passion, they surrendered themselves to the raw connection that bound them.
Time became irrelevant as their bodies moved in perfect harmony, their moans mingling with the rhythm of their lovemaking. The room was filled with an intoxicating mixture of whispered words and pleasured gasps. Every touch and caress fueled the fire within them until it consumed them entirely.
In that moment of complete vulnerability, their souls intertwined, and all worries faded away. They were lost in a world where only their desires mattered.
Obi Wan brought Satine's hands together, then lifted her arms above her. His lips planted a series of kisses starting from the bottom of her left arm, moving along her face, tracing over her jaw, and leisurely making their way across her inviting and heated neck.
"Gods, Haar'chak! ... Obi..." Satine arched her back, her body writhing beneath him.
His mouth was elusive, kissing everywhere but her lips. She groaned, aching to have them possess her again.
She leaned into him; her desperation evident in the way her body moved against his. His hands roamed across her back, tracing gentle circles that only heightened her longing. Despite the intoxicating sensation of his touch, she couldn't shake the desire for their lips to meet once more.
Her fingers entwined themselves in his hair, pulling him closer as if trying to guide him towards her desired destination. But he continued to tease, planting feathery kisses on her neck and jawline instead. Every brush of his lips sent shivers down her spine, building a delicious tension within her.
His actions were deliberate, driving her wild with anticipation. She yearned for the intensity that only a deep kiss could bring - the kind that would consume them both entirely. As seconds turned into eternity, she grew restless and let out a soft whimper of frustration.
Finally, unable to resist any longer, he gave in to her unspoken plea. His mouth found hers with a fervor that matched her own hunger. Their lips collided in a passionate dance, igniting an explosion of pent-up desire between them. In that moment of sweet surrender, time stood still. Their tongues intertwined in an intimate tango as they savored each other's taste and warmth. The ache she had felt moments ago melted away as their mouths molded together perfectly.
Her fingers delicately traced along his jawline as she moved closer, reveling in the closeness they shared. Their breaths mingled, creating an electric tension between them. Time seemed to stand still as Satine lost herself in the moment, surrendering to the desire that had been building between them.
Lost in the rapture of their kiss, they forgot about everything else around them. It was just the two of them locked in an embrace that transcended words or explanations – a connection forged purely through their shared passion.
Satine's hands snaked down to his hips. She gave his buttocks a good squeeze and drew him into her further, moaning his name into his mouth.
Obi Wan liked hearing her moan his name. He liked the sound of it, the way it elegantly rolled off her tongue. It drove him over the edge. "Mm, Satine, I – "
"Oh, oh, Obi!"
As they reached the pinnacle of pleasure together, waves of ecstasy washed over them like a tidal wave crashing upon two lovers on a secluded beach. In that instant, everything else ceased to exist except for the overwhelming euphoria that enveloped them.
Afterwards, as they lay tangled in each other's embrace, their breathing slowly returned to normal. Their bodies covered in a thin sheen of sweat as they reveled in the aftermath of their passionate union.
Obi Wan brushed a strand of hair away from Satine's face and kissed her forehead tenderly.
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The Jedi padawan slept. He looked so peaceful. This was Satine's observation as she watched him, observing the steady rise and fall of his chest. She marveled at how serene he appeared.
The lines of worry that usually etched his face were momentarily erased, leaving behind an expression of calmness. She could almost see the weight of his responsibilities lift off his shoulders as he lay there peacefully.
It fascinated her how such a powerful energy source coursed through him.
Beneath the stoic exterior and disciplined demeanor, there was vulnerability - a reminder that even Jedi faced moments of doubt and uncertainty. It made him all the more relatable to her.
Satine moved closer. She leaned into him, and pressed a kiss to his jaw, then his neck. The throb of his vein beneath his skin against her mouth only heightened her senses, sending a shiver down her spine. She took in his scent, a mixture of musk and cologne that intoxicated her further.
As Satine pressed her lips against his neck once more, she couldn't help but exhale a soft sigh of contentment.
Obi Wan stirred, then turned, slowly, until her face came to view, "By the Force, you are quite the beautiful site to wake to," he said, his voice eluding charisma.
"A charmer – as always."
His smirk was coy. "I don't think I heard you complaining, my darling."
"Certainly not, my love."
Satine pressed a kiss to his jaw, and then to his lips.
She traced a path along his jawline, leaving a trail of soft kisses that seemed to ignite something deep within him. Her hands found their way to his chest, feeling the warmth beneath her fingertips as she brushed them lightly against his skin.
She closed her eyes, savoring every moment of this intimate connection they were sharing. With each kiss and caress, their bodies seemed to merge into one.
Satine leaned back; her arm draped over Obi Wan's shoulder. He shifted in her direction, their gaze connecting, feeling the weight of her arm, the sensation sending shivers down his spine, igniting a fire within him that only she could fuel.
She snaked her hand along his skin, still glistening with perspiration.
Her fingertips delicately explored every part of him, coming to a halt just below his belly button, where traces of a surgical scar remained. What was he; fifteen? And this other one – the one on his chest. He must have been sixteen or seventeen at the time.
Satine held her hand above his heart, feeling it beat strong against her palm, reminding her of the resilient spirit residing within him.
Obi Wan took her hand, smiled, and brought it to his lips, kissing the back of her knuckles.
Satine's heart raced as he took control, flipping her onto her back. The sudden movement caught her off guard, causing an unexpected squeal to escape from her throat. She blushed, feeling slightly embarrassed by the noise she had made. Obi Wan chuckled softly at her reaction, finding it endearing. He leaned over her, his eyes filled with affection and desire.
Satine's throat clenched up in anticipation as he lowered himself closer to her, their bodies now pressed together.
His lips met hers in a passionate kiss, sending shivers down Satine's spine. She eagerly responded, tangling her fingers in his hair as their mouths moved together in sync. Their kisses grew more fervent, igniting a fire within them both.
As their lips parted for air, Obi Wan gazed into Satine's eyes, his voice husky with desire. "You're so beautiful," he whispered breathlessly.
A wave of warmth flooded Satine's cheeks as she smiled up at him. Her fingertips caressed his cheek lovingly before trailing down his neck and along his collarbone.
"You cheeky git."
The padawan grinned, coyly, from ear to ear, "You have no idea, my dear."
Obi Wan disappeared beneath the covers, Satine's laughter filling his senses.