The Seduction of You

By Buffyanp

Date: 11/2/05
Series: Post ROTS AU i.e. Anakin and Padme not a factor, Jedi Temple not destroyed, Jedi not dead
Rating: NC-17 by the last chapter
Category: Relationship
Pairing/Focus: Obi-Wan and You
Warnings: none given
Summary: You are a new Healer just reporting to the Jedi Temple, when you have a vision…..of Obi-Wan Kenobi
Spoilers/Disclaimers: George Lucas owns Star Wars and Obi-Wan, we are active duty military and live in base housing overseas…so no money here…don’t sue J 

Chapter One

 You sigh with relief as the ship lands on Coruscant.  Finally, you are here.  You had forgotten how much you disliked space travel.  You had just finished your final internship as a Jedi Healer on one of the outer planets and today was the day you were to report for duty at the Jedi Temple.  As you depart the ship, you are once again amazed at the amount of activity you see around you.  You remember Coruscant being busy from your days as a padawan at the Jedi Temple, but somehow you had forgotten just how busy.

As you walk towards the Jedi Temple, someone large brushes up against you and knocks your bags out of your hands.  You bend over at the same time he does to pick up your things and you bump heads.  He looks into your eyes and you get a flash – a vision per say – as you sometimes do with physical contact.  The vision is of a man with reddish-gold hair, full beard and piercing blue-green eyes.  The first feeling you receive is pain, next sadness, and then strangely, lust.  Then the vision stops - the contact is lost.  The brown hood falls back revealing his face and he looks at you and says hurriedly, “Sorry, Excuse me,” hands you one of your bags, and then turns and continues on his way to the Jedi Temple.  You gasp as you realize that he was the man in your vision.  You wonder what could cause such pain and sadness, and where did that lust come from?  You hear a masculine voice in your head whisper, “because I liked what I saw.”  You look around and all you see is the brown robe disappearing in the crowd ahead.  You shrug your shoulders and make your way to the Jedi Temple.  You get to the clinic and your supervisor (and former Master) Barb is there waiting for you.

“Oh, good, you’ve arrived!” she says, enveloping you in a big hug.  “How was the flight?” 

“A little bumpy, enough to remind me how much I dislike space travel,” you say, laughing. 

She laughs in return, “Well, my day is over, just let me check out and then we can get you to your quarters – and maybe some dinner, too!” 

“That sounds good,” you say as you follow her to her office.  You watch as she finishes up some paperwork and shuts off her computer. 

“Okay!  Off to your quarters!” 

You follow her out of that part of the Temple and into the living area.  The two of you begin to catch up on each other’s lives as she leads you to your quarters. 

“Healers assigned to the Jedi Temple actually live inside it - that way we are on hand immediately if we are needed,” she explains as she opens the door to your quarters.  You gasp at how spacious they are, much nicer than when you were last here (your padawan quarters) or even your quarters on your last assignment. 

She laughs and says, “Not what you were expecting?” 

“NO, I mean, this is, Wow!” 

“I know - those were my thoughts when I was first assigned here.  But Jedi Healers are integral to the Temple.  We are very important, especially to the Jedi Masters, but you already knew that,” she says, smiling.  “Therefore, we are treated with the utmost respect and are given special perks, such as unusually large quarters, as you can see.” 

You walk around, astounded at the spaciousness of the accommodations.  You have a huge kitchen and dining area as well as a nice large living room with a large couch and reclining chair.  You walk back into your bedroom – very large - with a huge walk-in closet, queen size bed, and a bathroom large enough to fit your entire last apartment in, with a whirlpool/spa tub and a huge shower, all done in blues, yellows, and white. 

“Unbelievable!” you exclaim, “I even love the color scheme.” 

“Well, that part was my doing.  I knew what your favorite colors were and made sure it was decorated accordingly.  I wanted you to feel at home immediately.  It always makes the transition easier.” 

“Barb, how can I ever thank you enough?  You helped me get this assignment, these living quarters.  I don’t know what to say.” 

“Thank you is enough, besides, you were my best padawan - I had to help you out,” she says, smiling.  “Now, throw your stuff down and let’s go eat!” she says. 

You put your carry-on bags in the bedroom, noticing that the rest of your luggage had already been delivered.  You pull on your cloak and follow her back to the front door.  Barb gives you the code and you lock the door behind you.  The two of you head off to her favorite restaurant, “Nubian,” she says, “I just love it - and Erme’s is the best.” 

You get to Erme’s and put your names on the waiting list because, of course, there is a wait.  So you saunter into the bar and munch on Nubian appetizers while waiting for your drinks, making small talk about what’s been happening. 

“So, do you have a man yet?” she asks, a mischievous glint in her eye. 

“No, Barb, you remember the trials, the final internship - no time.” 

“Well, there’s plenty of Jedi here.  And you are a fully-fledged Jedi Healer now, not a padawan, so now you have the time,” she says, smiling. 

“I didn’t think Jedi were allowed to get involved?” you ask. 

“Well, that’s not really quite true, we just tell the padawans that to prevent distractions.  Most Jedi do have involvements, if only to relieve stress and tension, and as long as it doesn’t distract them, nobody says anything.  Most of the Jedi Masters and Jedi Healers are involved with someone, although there are a few…” and her voice trails off. 

“Barb,” you reach over and grab her hand, “You still miss him, don’t you?” 

She smiles, pats your hand and says, “It was a long time ago.  Yes, I still miss him, but he’s gone, although he does visit occasionally,” she finishes with a sparkle in her eye. 

You look at her with a shocked look on your face.  “Barb!” 

She grins and says, “Well, there are many advantages to having been involved with a Jedi Master.  There are apparently many things that can be done in the Force, even after death.  Of course, it’s not the same, but at least I get to see him.  And no, I have no desire to get involved with anyone else.  But you on the other hand, you’re young, you should definitely enjoy the eye candy here,” she smiles, as you hear your names called and follow the host to your table. 

After you are seated, you look around and notice quite a few Jedi frequent this place.  At a table nearby, you notice two Jedi - and one seems to be staring intently at you.  You recognize him as the Jedi that bumped into you earlier; it’s the Jedi that prompted the vision!  Despite his apparent attention towards you, he seems deeply involved in a conversation with his companion, a very imposing black man. 

“Barb, who is that over there?” you ask, indicating the table with the two Jedi. 

“Boy, you sure know how to pick them,” she says.  “The big black man is Master Windu, and his companion is General Kenobi.” 

“Finally, a name to go with the man,” you murmer to yourself. 

You had heard about General Kenobi, heard many stories about him, about the war, and his supposed exploits with women.  You also knew he was Qui-Gon’s padawan, but that was before your time.  You had spent your early years with the younglings and were assigned to Master Barb about the time of Qui-Gon’s death.  It was generally thought that having a padawan to train would help her heal faster. 

“I think Master Windu is involved with someone, possibly another Healer, speaking of which, a lot of Jedi Masters end up involved with their Healers.” 

You look at her with a smile on your face.  “I thought that was unethical, a big no-no and that you had just flagrantly violated the rules.” 

“Well, in other societies that is probably true, but being a Healer to a Jedi is a very different relationship, as you know, and it can become very intimate.  They trust us with their lives and a lot of times, with that trust comes love, and well, it just happens.  I know from personal experience.  Anyway, as I said before, as long as it doesn’t interfere with your performance as a Healer, or theirs’ as Jedi warriors, nobody says anything.  Besides, as I said earlier, that rule is mostly for padawans because they have enough on their plate without throwing romantic involvements into the mix.” 

“Oh,” you reply, still not convinced of that argument, despite knowing she had been involved with Qui-Gon Jinn. 

“You’re still thinking like a padawan in terms of relationships with Knights or Masters.  You’ll have to change that way of thinking; you’re a Healer now.  As for General Kenobi, he is not involved with anyone, that I know of, I think most women find him overbearing and demanding, hence the lack of long-term involvement.” 

“Is he really that bad? I mean, I’ve heard all these stories…” you ask. 

“No, I don’t think he’s really that bad, I just think he’s had to deal with some very difficult things in his life - the death of Qui-Gon, his leadership in the war, his padawan – and well, I think they all weigh heavily on him, and I think he keeps people at arm’s length on purpose.  Almost as if he’s afraid if someone gets too close, something bad will happen to them.  It’s too bad, really, because he’s a very attractive man.” 

“That he is, Barb, that he is.”  All of a sudden, you start to wonder what he looks like without his robe on.  “Wouldn’t you like to know?” you hear a deep masculine voice reverberate in your head.  You glance over at his table again, and he looks up and catches you looking at him.  You look back at your dinner, and take a few bites, fighting the blush that is creeping up into your face. 

“Looks like someone has taken an interest in you.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“Well, a certain General seems to be focusing an awful lot of attention at this table, and it certainly isn’t at me,” Barb says. 

“I’m sure he’s not looking over here, Barb, don’t be ridiculous,” even as you say this, you hear that masculine voice in your head say, “Oh, but I am,” and although you can feel the weight of his stare, you continue to eat your dinner. 

Once again, you hear the masculine voice in your head ask, “Who are you?” 

You playfully reply, “A new Healer.” 

Again, you hear the voice exclaim, “You’re the one I ran into earlier today.” 

You answer back, “That’s right.” 

“Sorry about that - and welcome to Coruscant.” 

“Thanks,” you reply.  Out of the corner of your eye, you see the General and Master Windu get up and head out past your table.  As they pass your table, his brown robe touches your hand and you get another vision, this time it’s of him pinning you to a door, leaning in for a kiss.  You blush at the vision, and watch as he turns back as if to say something, a thoughtful look on his face, and then he continues on out the door with Master Windu. 

“Are you okay?” Barb asks.  “You got a vision, didn’t you?  Are you still getting those?” 

“Yes, still getting them, but thanks to my training, I usually have much better control over them.  I don’t get them every time somebody touches me.  I can usually control whom I get visions from, but sometimes, when somebody really gifted in the Force comes along, or someone with a very strong personality, and they touch me, I can’t stop the vision.  Usually, it’s with someone more experienced in the Force than me, or someone with a more demanding personality.  Essentially, their will must be stronger than mine, for me not to be able to stop the vision.” 

She says, “Well, that’s good, I guess, although it sounds like you might be getting visions a lot more around here.  As you know, there are a lot of strong Jedi and some with very strong, demanding personalities.” 

“I know that’s part of the reason I was assigned here - to further my training and help me gain better control of my visions, even with those that are stronger than me.” 

“Well, you’ll certainly get plenty of practice here,” she says, looking at her watch.  “We better go, we have a busy day tomorrow, getting you oriented and all,” she says, smiling. 

You split the bill and she walks you back to your quarters.  “Goodnight - it’s so nice to have a friend here, especially a former padawan as bright as you.  I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

“Thanks, Barb, and goodnight!” 

You key in your code, and she says, “Don’t forget to change your code to something only you know.” 

You call back, “Thanks Barb, I won’t.” 

You get in, change the code, and lock the door.  You head off to the ‘fresher and then collapse into bed, thinking you will unpack later.  As you lay in bed your mind drifts to the General.  Two visions in one day, that was highly unusual.  In fact, uncontrolled visions had not happened since you last saw him.  You really had not told Barb the truth and you weren’t going to until you found out why you got the visions.  Even with people strong in the Force, you could control the visions, either the length, the intensity, or whether you got the vision at all.  But this time was different.  It hit you like a freight train.  There was no way you could have controlled it, let alone stopped it.  No, there was something about the General, something about him that caused that vision and all the other visions of him you had before.  You just hoped that you would find out before you got too many more uncontrolled visions.

Chapter Two

 You report to the Jedi Temple the next morning, bright and early.  Barb spends the day orienting you to your new role.  “The mornings are usually spent on episodic visits, while the afternoons are usually spent doing physicals.  Each Healer is assigned a list of padawans and Jedi – that Healer becomes their primary Healer.  Your list is still being compiled, you should get it by the end of the week,” said Barb.  You spend the rest of the day observing her and her patients.  “Tomorrow, you will be on your own - you know the ropes, you’ll see episodic patients in the morning and read up on procedures in the afternoon, until we can get your list.” 

“Sounds good.  I guess I better get some sleep tonight and gear up for tomorrow.” 

She laughed, “You know your first couple of days will be easy, you’ll get easy patients tomorrow.  Besides, you are a fantastic Healer, you were while you were in training and I’m sure you are now.  You’re going to do just fine.  Go home, get some dinner, and some rest, and I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

So you check out, collect your stuff and head back to your quarters.  You get inside, drop all your stuff and start to unpack.  Surprisingly, it doesn’t take very long - you have two boxes of mementos and then your clothes and you are done.  You figure you will put the pictures on the wall tomorrow night.  You go and take a ‘fresher and then head out to find some dinner.  You remember some restaurants from when you were here during your time as a padawan and head over to restaurant row.  You had a favorite Corellian restaurant and decide to go there.  The owner remembers you and asks how you’ve been and what you’re doing here.  As he leads you to your table, you tell him that you finally completed your training and have been assigned as a Healer to the Jedi Temple.  He smiles and says, “You will make a fine Healer.  It’s good to have you back on Coruscant.  And do you want your usual?” 

“Yes,” you reply, amazed that he remembers. 

You smile graciously, settle back into your seat and observe the goings on around you.  Your soup arrives with some other appetizers, you say thank you again and start to eat.  You’re finishing the appetizers as your dinner arrives and suddenly you are hit with another vision.  It’s murky at first, and then it starts to clear.  It’s definitely the General.  As before, it’s a collage of images, him over the body of Qui-Gon, him with his padawan, and then him naked over somebody you couldn’t quite make out, but it was as if he was naked over you!  You shake the vision off and look up to see him enter the restaurant with Master Windu. 

Now this was a disturbing turn of events.  Now you were getting visions of him without him even touching you, all he had to do was be in your vicinity, just like before.  You watch them follow the host to their table.  You look away as they are seated, you don’t want it to seem like you are staring at them.  But you hear his now familiar voice in your head. 

“So, we see each other again.  Hope you are enjoying your dinner.” 

Not wanting to encourage him, you remain silent.  This time the vision you see is yours; you picture him above you, naked, moaning your name in pleasure.  Where did that thought come from, you wonder, here you are in a public place having sexual thoughts about a man you will probably never meet.  You concentrate on your dinner, but you can feel someone looking at you, you look up and it’s him, staring at you intently again.  You look back down at your food feeling yourself blush, and finish eating. 

Once again, you hear his voice in your head.  “You’re very pretty when you blush.” 

This, of course, makes you blush even harder as you pay your check and get up to leave.  You glance over at him one more time; he’s busy talking with Master Windu.  You turn around and leave.  As you turn around, you don’t notice the General look up and watch you walk out. 

“Obi-Wan, are you alright?  Is there something wrong?” 

“No, no, it’s just…,” shaking his head, “No - there’s nothing wrong, now where were we?” 

As they finish up their dinner, you make your way back to your living quarters, and once again collapse on your bed in exhaustion.  They finish up dinner and head their separate ways, and the General finds himself in bed wide awake.  He lies there wondering who you are.  He knows you are the one responsible for the visions he’s been receiving of himself, naked.  Tonight at dinner had been the third one.  After he and Master Windu had been seated he got a vision of himself naked over the Healer that was seated two tables away and he was moaning her name in pleasure.  He knew he’d seen you before but was determined to find out more about you. 

The next morning, the General heads over to the Jedi Clinic.  He walks in and word of his presence spreads like wildfire.  He walks up to the front desk and asks, “Is there a new Healer here?” 

The front desk clerk responds, “Y-yes, sir, th-there is.” 

“Is she doing physicals yet?” he asks gruffly. 

“N-no, sir, not until the end of the week.” 

“Thank you,” he says as he turns to go, and then having second thoughts turns back around and asks, “What do you know about her?” 

“N-not much, sir, see I – I just got h-here myself,” the clerk stutters out, shaking with nervousness.  He had already heard many things about the General and none of them were good. 

“Does anybody know her?  Anybody that’s available - that I can talk to right now?” the General asks, roughly.  “Is she available right now?” 

“I’ll check, sir,” the clerk stutters as he rushes away from the desk to look for you.  He finds you in an exam room with a padawan.  He knocks and hears you say “come in.”

“Ma’am?” 

“Yes,” you say, turning to him. 

“G-General Kenobi is at the front desk asking for you.” 

“Well, as you can see, I am with a patient and cannot see him right now,” you reply. 

“Ma’am, he’s actually demanding to see you – immediately.”

“Really?” you say, your heart pounding furiously.  “Well,” you sigh with exasperation and sarcasm, “in that case, tell him I’m busy with a patient.  If he wants to see me he can come back when I’m doing physicals, or when he is sick.” 

“Are you sure that’s what you want me to tell him, because he’s not going to like that.” 

“I’m sure, and if he doesn’t like it, that’s just too bad.  Patients supercede social calls.  Now, if you’ll excuse us,” you say, turning back to the padawan, whose arm you were examining. 

He shuts the door and the padawan looks at you with shock on his face.  “Ma’am, I don’t mind waiting, if you need to go see him…..I mean, it is the General.” 

“No, I don’t need to go see him, I need to finish examining your arm,” you say brusquely, getting back to his arm. 

Meanwhile, the clerk goes back up to the front, where he finds the General pacing impatiently. 

“Well, is she coming?” the General asks roughly. 

“Ummm, n-no, sir, she said she was busy with a patient and to come back when’s she’s doing regular physicals.” 

“So, you are telling me that she’s refusing to see me?” growls the General. 

“Yes, sir, it would appear s-so, sir,” the clerk stammers nervously. 

“Hmmm, you say she’ll be doing physicals by the end of the week?” 

“Y-yes, sir.” 

“Fine.” 

In your room, his voice thunders through your head, “This isn’t over.  We will meet, I promise you.”  You gulp with nervousness and remain silent.  Outside, he turns on his heel and leaves.  There was some sort of soiree tomorrow night and he was going, not out of choice but because he was expected to be there.  However, since you were new, and this was a “get to know you” type of thing, everyone – and he - expected you to be there. 

You peek your head out after finishing with the padawan.  You think to yourself, “What was he here for?”  Suddenly, a vision slams into you, “Oh no,” you think, “not now!”  It’s another vision of him, this time it’s of him picking you up and carrying you over his shoulder through a crowd of people.  Then it’s over, as quickly as it had begun.  You go back to your desk, sit down, and catch your breath.  That was certainly not a vision you enjoyed.  It appeared that he was acting like some sort of primitive being carrying you out of a crowded room over his shoulder, and you were obviously embarrassed in the vision.  Well, you would just have to make sure that this vision never happened.  You were definitely NOT going to meet him despite his “promise.”  Of course, how you would go about preventing the future you weren’t sure, it’s usually impossible, but you would have to try.  First off, the thing tomorrow night, you couldn’t go, he would expect you to be there, and somehow you had to get out of it, especially since it would involve a crowded room.  The wheels in your head start to turn. 

Meanwhile, as he turns on his heel and leaves…he sees himself picking up the Healer and putting her over his shoulder and carrying her out of a crowded room.  He turns around as if to go back in and then with a satisfied grin on his face, heads back out instead, thinking how much he was suddenly looking forward to tomorrow evening.  On his way back to his office, the General decides to make a detour.  He heads to the living quarters area.  He has a pretty good idea where the new Healer moved in.  As he walks by each room, he reaches out with his mind to scan for Force residue left behind by the occupant.  After about ten tries, he finds your room.  He stands outside briefly wondering whether he should go in.  He knows it’s a violation of her privacy, but he sees the visions in his head again and concludes that he has to find out who she was, and one of the best ways would be to observe your living quarters.  He waves his hand over the code panel and the door whooshes open.  He slowly, silently, almost reverently, walks in.  The entire place is decorated in blue, yellow, and white.  It is feminine but not frilly.  He slowly walks from room to room, looking at the pictures scattered around the living quarters.  There’s a picture of the Healer with her parents, another with just her and her father, several with people he assumes to be friends, and even one with Barb.  Whoever this Healer is, it is obvious she is close to her friends and family.  It is obvious she is caring and well loved.  The General pauses in front of her diploma and certification certificates.  “She just finished her training!  She just completed her last internship and she got assigned here?” he wonders aloud to himself.  “She must be very good to get such a prestigious assignment right out of training,” he muses out loud.  He glances around one more time and realizes he’s been here for quite a while and really should get back to his office.  “Forces,” he mutters angrily, there was really nothing here that would give him any insight into why he was sharing her visions.  He turns and walks out of her living quarters, waves his hand over the door control panel to lock the door and then walks off.

Chapter Three

 At the end of the day, you and Barb are sitting at your desks finishing up your charts.  You are also finishing up reading some protocols and standard operating procedures. 

“So, you want to catch dinner tonight?” Barb asks as you both gather your things and head for the door. 

“Sure, I’d like to go home first though, to get a quick shower and change.  Can we meet someplace?” 

“Yes, there’s a diner that serves fantastic food, it’s at the end of restaurant row.” 

“Sounds good, say two hours from now?” 

“I’ll see you then.” 

The two of you turn and head off to your own living quarters.  Funny, there were two wings of living quarters and you didn’t live in the same one.  You get into your living quarters and you get the strange feeling that someone had been there, which is impossible because you changed your code last night.  You walk from room to room and your senses tell you that someone was in here; doing the same thing you are doing right now.  Someone walked through your living quarters!  You go to the door and change your code immediately.  You take a quick look around and note that nothing is damaged or appears to be gone; you are alone.  You head in to the bathroom for a quick ‘fresher, change, and then you head out to the diner. 

As you walk to Dex’s Diner, you wonder who would have been able to gain access to your living quarters - and why.  Of course, you have no idea, since you just got here and the only person you really know is Barb.  All your friends from your training days had been assigned elsewhere, and not really being “friendly” with the Masters, there aren’t many people left that you know.  You arrive at Dex’s and look around and finally spot Barb.  The two of you are seated and put in your drink order. 

“Are you okay?  You look a little pale,” she says. 

“Um, yeah, um…someone was in my living quarters.” 

“Are you sure?  How do you know?  When?” she fires questions at you in alarm. 

“Yes, I’m sure, I don’t know when, sometime today,” you reply. 

“Well, how do you know someone was there?” 

“Just a feeling I got when I arrived home.  As I walked through my living quarters, I just got this feeling that someone else had done the same thing earlier.” 

“Was anything disturbed or missing?” 

“No, I changed my code and got ready for dinner.” 

“Are you sure you will be okay?  I mean, do you want me to notify the Council and get them involved?” 

“No, I’m sure it will be fine, it’s probably just nerves from moving and being in a new place…” you stop as she interrupts you. 

“And being watched…” she says as she looks pointedly at a table nearby holding the General and a few other Jedi. 

The General is again staring at you intently, his eyes almost boring into you, as if he’s looking into your soul.  As usual, you hear his voice in your head, “I told you I’d see you again.”  You return his stare, defying him to look away first, and respond, “No, you said we’d meet and we haven’t met yet - and I don’t intend to.”  As he looks away, you hear him say, “We’ll see about that.”  With a triumphant smile to yourself, you direct your attention back to Barb. 

“What was that about?” she demands. 

“What was what about?” you ask innocently. 

“That whole stare-a-palooza – What’s up with that?” 

“I don’t know, I don’t even know him, never met him, and from what I’ve heard and what you’ve told me, I don’t want to - too much baggage.”  But I’ve seen him three nights in a row, almost as if he’s following me, you think to yourself. 

“I just may be,” you hear a rumbling voice reply in your head.  You glance up sharply in time to see the General look away with a look of mischief on his face.  You turn your attention back to Barb and try to focus on what she is saying. 

“I wouldn’t say that if I were you,” she warns. 

“Why not?” you ask defiantly. 

“Because, when you say never, the Force has a funny way of making you eat your words.  Besides, it’s obvious there’s an attraction there, or you wouldn’t direct so much of your attention towards him.” 

“Barb, don’t be silly.  I don’t even know him.  Why would I be attracted to him?  Besides, as I said, from what I’ve heard, what you yourself have told me, he sounds like he’s somewhat of a loner and a scoundrel, somebody I definitely don’t want to get involved with.” 

“Well, I’m just saying, you never know.  Besides, I told you, he’s got a lot on his plate, maybe he just needs the right woman,” she says, her eyes sparkling mischievously. 

“Well, I don’t think the right woman is me,” you reply dryly. 

“Well, we’ll see.  So about that thing tomorrow night, you are going, right?” 

“No, I was actually thinking about skipping it.  Why?” 

“Well, I think you should, it’s for all newcomers, and well, it looks bad if you don’t go.”

“Really, how bad?” concern entering your voice. 

“Well, there will be a lot of Jedi there, and they like to mingle and meet all the new people, and it tends to put them at odds when someone doesn’t show.” 

“So, you’re saying it could potentially damage my professional status if I don’t go?” 

“Yes, I guess I am.  Besides, these things are usually a lot of fun, and they have really good food and drinks.”

“Alright, as much as I don’t want to go, I’ll go,” you say grudgingly, thinking that you will make a quick appearance and leave before seeing the General. 

The two of you finish your meal and leave, oblivious to the attention the General is paying to your departure.  You get back to your living quarters, hang your pictures, and go to bed.  You lie in bed thinking about the mandatory fun the next night.  You plan to make your appearance, mingle long enough to be seen by the “powers that be,” and then exit quickly.  You go to sleep, satisfied with your plan.

Chapter Four

 The next day, you get up, go to the clinic, and basically repeat the day before.  Towards the end of the day, as you are finishing your charting, Barb comes up to you. 

“I’ve got some bad news.  We don’t have your list done yet; you probably won’t get it until the end of next week.” 

You shrug your shoulders, “That’s okay.  I was plenty busy today with episodic visits and trying to get the hang of things around here.  By next week, I should be more than comfortable in the position and more than ready to do physicals.” 

“Great!  So do you want to meet me at the thing tonight?” 

“Yes, definitely, where and what time?” 

“How about 1900 - right out front?” 

“Sounds good.  I just have to finish my charting, then I’ll leave to go to my quarters and get ready.” 

“Great.  I’ll see you then,” she says, as she turns and heads out the door.

You finish up your charting and head to your quarters.  You dress elegantly, but conservatively, in a dark peach tunic, one that emphasizes the glow of your skin,  and head out the door to meet Barb.  You get to the location of the “soiree” and see Barb out front. 

“Oh good, you made it. I was beginning to wonder if you had decided to skip anyway.” 

“Not after what you told me, I had to come, even if it’s just long enough to make an appearance.” 

“Well, good.  I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised at how entertaining these functions can be, you didn’t get to go to any as a padawan.” 

The two of you walk through the doors into a crowded room of Jedi.  Waiters and waitresses circulate with trays of hors ‘d’ oeuvres and glasses of champagne.  The two of you mingle for about an hour, with Barb introducing you to just about every member of the Jedi Council.  That’s when you see him, the General, come in through the front door.  Your heart starts to pound as you remember the vision you had of him carrying you over his shoulder.  You begin to think this may be your cue to leave when another vision grips you.  It’s of the General, of course, you’re in his living quarters, in his bed, your wrists pinned above your head, and you hear him saying, “I want to hear you beg.  Beg me…” Then you hear yourself interrupting him and saying, “Please, please, General, finish it…” and then the vision stops.  You realize your heart is pounding, your face is flushed, and your brow is damp.  You quickly look around as your mind shields slide firmly into place, but nobody seems to have noticed your change in demeanor.  The General has disappeared into the crowd, so you look for Barb - it is definitely time for you to leave.  You see Barb across the room and make your way over to her.  She turns around and smiles, “So are you enjoying yourself?” 

“Yes, but you know, it’s getting kind of late for me, and I know we have another busy day tomorrow, so I think I’m going to call it a night.” 

“Are you sure?” she asks. 

“Yes, I’m sure, I’ll see you tomorrow.”  You give her a hug and turn to leave the party. 

Meanwhile, a few moments earlier, the General walked in and started his search for the Healer.  Within seconds of his arrival at the party, he received a vision.  This time, it wasn’t just a picture of himself naked.  The Healer was in his bed, her arms pinned above her head and he was telling her to beg, and she was begging, begging him to finish it.  Then as abruptly as it started, the vision ended.  He glanced up sharply, but she is nowhere to be found.  He asks around and discovers that yes, she had been there, but had already left.  Disgruntled, he stomped around the party and then left for his living quarters. 

That night, you lie in bed and think about the vision you had earlier.  He had you begging him, begging him to bring you to an orgasm.  As if that would EVER happen.  You averted the shoulder-carrying thing, you certainly can avert this.  You close your eyes and drift off to sleep. 

The next morning, the General storms into the clinic.  Once again, word spreads like wildfire.  The General’s here, twice in the same week!  He walks up to the front desk, to the same clerk he saw the other day. 

“The new Healer, is she here?” he demands gruffly. 

“Um, y-y-yes, s-sir, she is,” the clerk stutters in response. 

“I want to see her.”
 

“Um, s-s-s-ir, th-that’s not p-possible.  Sh-she’s with p-patients,” the clerk answers, having been told by you not to interrupt, unless it was absolutely necessary.

“Well, you tell her I’m out here and I want to see her, is that clear?” 

“Yes s-s-sir, I’ll b-be right b-back,” the clerk stutters as he turns and literally runs to find you.  As before, you are with a padawan injured in training when you hear a knock on the exam room door. 

“Yes?” you say as the clerk opens the door. 

“Ummm, ma’am, s-sorry t-to disturb you b-b-but the G-G-General is here again and is d-d-demand-ding t-to s-see you.” 

“Really, well, as before, you can tell him I am with a patient.  If he wants to see me, he needs to make an appointment like everybody else, and I will be more than happy to see him at that time.  Otherwise, his quest to see me without an appointment will continue to go unsatisfied.” 

Seeing the shocked look on the clerk’s face and knowing the General’s reputation, the padawan speaks up and offers to wait while you go see the General. 

You turn and look at the padawan and say, “No, my answer is final.  You are my patient and he is not.  My attention is needed here.” 

“Are you sure you want to do that, ma’am, because from what I understand, the General is not used to receiving no for an answer, and this will probably make him angry.  And he’s not someone you want angry with you,” the padawan replies, with genuine concern on his face. 

“I’m not worried about him being angry.  I’ll see him, when he has an appointment, but not now.”  Then, looking back at the clerk, you say, “Now will you please tell him that and let me get back to work?”  The clerk says, “Yes, ma’am,” and heads back to the front to face the General. 

As he goes, you reach out with the Force and envelope him in one of your gifts and continue your exam of the padawan.  The clerk returns to the front, preparing for the General’s wrath but strangely he feels no fear of it, it’s as if somebody had taken away his fear.  Once again, he finds the General pacing furiously. 

“Sir, she’s with a patient and said that if you want to see her, you need to make an appointment,” the clerk states clearly without stuttering. 

“What??!!” the General roars at the clerk, a look of shock and surprise on his face, at your reply and at the astonishing display of calm on the previously tongue-tied and nervous clerk.

Inside the exam room, you flinch visibly and the padawan looks at you with concern, “Are you okay?” 

“Yes, I’m fine, but the General is very angry.  You see, I’m an empath, and for the clerk’s sake I chose to absorb the emotional impact of the General’s response.  Now where were we?” 

Back out front, the General was making quite a scene and amazingly, the clerk was unfazed and just kept repeating that he would have to make an appointment. 

“Fine,” the General growls. 

“When are you scheduling physicals for her?” 

“Not until next week, sir.” 

“Didn’t you tell me the other day that she would be doing physicals today?” he asks, roughly.

“Yes, sir, but they haven’t finished her list yet - so she’s not doing physicals until next week.  Would you like me to schedule you then?”

 “No, but I’ll be back to see her next week,” and he turns on his heel and leaves.  As he leaves, you both share another vision, the same vision as before, him hoisting you over his shoulder and carrying you out of a crowded room.  “So, it is still to come.  Good, I look forward to our meeting,” you hear him rumble in your head, as he once again finds himself leaving with a self-satisfied grin on his face, despite his continuing frustration over your refusal to see him.  He heads back to his office and storms in and slams the door.  She left the party early last night and now he couldn’t even get in to see her at the clinic without an appointment.  What nerve!  He was going to meet you!  Forces!  He slams around the office most of the day barking orders at his assistant.  He accidentally (on purpose) knocks something off his desk in frustration and his assistant comes running in.

 “General, is everything okay?  Anything I can get for you?” 

Realizing by the look on his assistant’s face that he’d been gruff all day, he says “No, in fact, we’re done here, why don’t you take the rest of the day off and go home.” 

“Seriously, sir?” the assistant asks, surprise evident on his face. 

“Yes, now get out.” 

“Anything you say, sir, have a good weekend, see you Monday,” as he turns and bolts out the door. 

The General sighs in frustration and runs his fingers through his hair.  He decides to call it a day himself. 

Meanwhile, in the exam room, you see the vision again and have to reassure the padawan that you are okay, despite the fact that the color has drained from your face, your heart is pounding, and you’ve broken out in a cold sweat.  You finish the exam and open the door to find the clerk waiting for you. 

“I just wanted to thank you for whatever you did.  I didn’t feel any of his anger.” 

“I’m an empath.  I absorbed his feelings for you - and you’re welcome.  It was the least I could do.  I could not let you face his wrath twice for me.” 

“Well, thank you, I won’t forget it,” he says and turns back to the front desk.  You turn and head to your desk, thinking about the repeat appearance of the vision from the day before.  That’s usually a bad sign if they appear more than once.  You shake your head and get back to work. 

Later on that day, Barb comes back to your desk.  “Boy, you sure missed all the commotion earlier, and ironically, it was about you.” 

“What are you talking about? What happened?” you ask. 

“The General was here, asking, no demanding, to see you and when you weren’t available he just stormed out and funny thing, the nervous clerk, wasn’t so nervous.  Now I wonder why that is?” she asks knowingly with a sparkle in her eye. 

“I wonder why?” you say innocently. 

“Look I don’t know what the deal is, but the General is a pretty determined man, it’s only a matter of time before he gets his way.  And by the look on your face, I think you know more about this than you are telling me.” 

You struggle with your thoughts, for a few moments and finally resign yourself to telling her what’s really going on; maybe she can even offer some insight.  After all, she is your former master, and even though you are equals now, she has wisdom and experience that you lack. 

“Okay, I’ll tell you what’s been going on, but not here, dinner tonight? Comfort food?” 

“How about Alderaanian?” 

“Alderaanian is fine, say 1900?” 

“Great, I’ll come by your place.” 

You finish the rest of the day thinking about what you are going to tell Barb, how much you’re going to tell her, and how you’re going to tell her.  She stops by your desk on her way out, “I’ll see you in a little while.” 

“Okay, be careful.” 

“Don’t worry, I will.” 

You finish up and head home.  You take your shower and dress for dinner in a simple navy blue tunic.

Meanwhile, the General arrives at his living quarters, showers, and dresses for dinner.  With his mood as foul as it is, he decides on comfort food, Alderaanian sounds nice.  He heads off to his favorite Alderaanian restaurant, thinking about you, wondering when he’s going to meet you.  He’s started putting two and two together and coming up with four.  He is realizing that these naked sexual visions happen whenever he is at the same place as you.  He wants to know why you’re having these visions and why he’s sharing them.  Plus, he thinks to himself, he wouldn’t mind making a few of those visions a reality.

Chapter Five

Back at your place, you hear a knock on your door at 1900 on the dot; Barb is ALWAYS on time.  You open the door and she says, “Ready to go?” 

“Ready,” you reply. 

You lock the door and head off to the restaurant. 

“Okay, spill, I know you’ve been holding out on me.” 

“Alright, here goes.  I wasn’t exactly honest with you about the vision I got the other night.” 

“Okay, what weren’t you honest about?” 

You take a deep breath and say, “Barb, I learned to control the visions a while ago.  I can control the length, the intensity, and even whether I get them or not.” 

“Okay, I sense a but - you have that look on your face.”

“But, that vision I couldn’t control.  It hit me like a force lightning.” 

You arrive at the restaurant and are taken to a table by a window. 

“Well, what was in the vision?” 

You look at her, a blush creeping into your features. 

“Gods, it’s the General!  The vision you got was about the General.” 

You shake your head yes and look away. 

“Well, what was the General doing in your vision?” 

You look out the window, fingering your water glass.  You turn and look back at her, feeling your face burn.  Realization dawns on her face. 

“OH GODS!  You had SEX visions of the General!  You had SEX visions of the GENERAL!!!  Was he good?” 

“Barb!” you say, shock apparent in your voice. 

“Well, I’m just curious, he must have been, judging by your reaction.  How many visions have you gotten?” 

“Five or six, I don’t know. I haven’t been keeping track.  But it all started the day I arrived.  After I left the ship, I was walking towards the clinic when somebody bumped into me and I got a flash, mostly blurry images, emotions.  When the person turned to apologize, I realized he was the one I saw in the vision.  Since then, whenever we have been in the same room, I’ve been getting visions of him.” 

“That is why you didn’t want to go last night, and why you left shortly after he arrived.” 

“Yes, I had a vision the first time he came into the clinic.  It was of him carrying me over his shoulder out of a crowded room.  I figured if I didn’t go to the party, the vision wouldn’t come true.  When I did go, I figured if I left before meeting him, it wouldn’t happen.  Well, I was right, it didn’t.  So, now I’m hoping the rest of the visions will be equally as false.  Except I got the same vision again when he came into the clinic today.” 

“Remind me, um, normally, how many of your visions come true?” she asks, her voice full of concern. 

“All of them.” 

“Well, then I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but there’s another party next Thursday, and unfortunately, you have to go to that one, too.” 

“Barb, what am I going to do?  I’ve had intense visions before, but never like this.  They are just so intense, and—OH GODS,” you say as the color drains from your face. 

Alarmed, Barb reaches over and grabs your hands, “What is it?  Another vision?” 

“No, I just realized something,” you say, your heart pounding furiously. 

“What?” 

“Well, in the past, when I had really intense visions similar to these, although not quite as intense, the person I had the visions about, shared them.  “Oh, NO!  You mean he might be seeing everything you are seeing in your visions?” 

You shake your head numbly and mumble, “Yes,” miserably putting your head down on the table on your hands. 

“Well, that explains why he’s been to the clinic asking about you, two different times.  He probably wants to meet the woman who has been having sexual fantasies about him,” she says with a twinkle in her eye. 

“Not fantasies, visions,” you clarify, sternly. 

At that moment, your food arrives and you both are silent as you start your meal. 

The General arrives at the restaurant and walks in.  Scanning the room, he spots Barb – the Healer who had been Qui-Gon’s lover.  With the bad mood he’s in, he doesn’t think he should join her, besides she isn’t alone, and it looks like she and her companion are in the middle of a serious discussion.  He nods his head in greeting, and then turns and follows the host into the other room.  As he’s seated, he remembers Qui-Gon, remembers cradling him in his arms as he died, and then the memory is interrupted by a vision of whom else, but the Healer.  In the vision, she is begging him to bring her to an orgasm, and then abruptly it’s gone.  He quickly looks around and sees nobody.  He contemplates going to talk to Barb, but decides against it.  He thinks that maybe he will try to see her next week at the clinic and turns back to his menu and contemplates what to order.

Back at your table, you don’t see Barb nod her head in greeting at someone who just entered the restaurant.  But a few moments later, you gasp as another vision slams into you.  This time, it’s the General - as a padawan cradling Qui-Gon in his arms as he dies - then the vision abruptly switches to you begging him to bring you to an orgasm, and then the vision stops. 

“You just got another one, didn’t you?” she asks. 

Numbly you shake your head yes and reach for your glass of water. 

“That’s because he just walked in and was seated in the other room.” 

You turn around in your seat, but he’s nowhere to be seen. 

“You know, you’re going to have to meet him, that might get rid of the mystery surrounding him and end the visions.  Besides, he really is a nice man.” 

“But all those stories of him with other women…” your voice trails off. 

“Don’t believe everything you hear.  After Qui-Gon died, he had a lot of women practically lining up to comfort him.  I know he went out with a few but from what I understand he spurned most of their advances, if not all.  Unfortunately, that’s when the rumors started.  Some of them didn’t like their advances being turned down, and well, you know…” 

“That’s awful, the poor man and now…” 

“Now, women think he’s a scoundrel and most won’t go near him for fear of being added to a long list.  I think he lets them believe that because it’s easier on him if he doesn’t have to care about someone anymore.  But now, he’s obviously taken an interest in you because of the visions.” 

“Well, I’m not so sure it’s a good idea.  I think I need to learn to control these visions before I meet him.” 

“Why, it would give you a perfect conversation starter.” 

“What, I’m just supposed to walk up to him and say, ‘Hi, I’m the one that’s been broadcasting sexually explicit visions your way.’” 

“No, I don’t know.  I just think if you meet him, things might be better,” she says.  “Besides, you know as hard as you are working to stop the visions, he might be working equally as hard to make them come true.” 

“Well, I guess we’ll cross that bridge when we get there,” you reply, as the two of you pay the bill and leave the restaurant. 

Across the room, the General looks up as Barb leaves the restaurant, and with shock he realizes that her companion was none other than her – the Healer!!!  He goes to get up from the table and then reconsiders; he’s in a foul mood and you’re with Barb, so this is probably not the best time for him to meet her. 

The two of you are walking back to your respective living quarters and she asks, “So, what are you going to do this weekend?” 

“Probably go to the store, and stay in mostly, practicing katas, meditating, and taking five or six hundred cold showers,” you laugh. 

“Well, enjoy the cold showers, if you need me, you know how to reach me.” 

“Thanks, Barb, goodnight.” 

“Goodnight.” 

You turn and head off to your living quarters.  You spend the weekend doing pretty much what you told Barb you would do.  You get up early on Saturday and go to the grocery store and then spend the rest of the weekend doing katas, meditating, and relaxing, and remaining vision free.  By the time Monday rolls around, you are well rested and ready to begin a new week. 

Chapter Six 

You wake up Monday morning feeling refreshed and ready to go to work.  You get dressed and head off to the clinic.  You dive right into seeing patients and don’t get a chance to talk to Barb until lunchtime. 

“Well, how was your weekend?” she asks. 

“It was good, I spent the weekend doing katas, meditating, and relaxing, and taking a few cold showers,” you reply, laughing. 

“Any visions?” 

“Nope, two days, vision free.” 

“So, do you want to go out to dinner tonight?” 

“I don’t know, I’ve been vision free for two days now, and we have that thing on Thursday, and I’d really like to remain vision free until then.” 

“Well, the place that I had in mind, Jedi don’t usually go there.” 

Intrigued, you say, “Really?” 

“Really, I doubt he will be there, and we can just have a nice relaxing dinner.” 

“Okay, you talked me into it, same time, my place?” 

“Yeah, I’ll let you get back to what you were doing and I’ll see you at 1900.” 

“Sounds good, have a good afternoon.” 

“You, too.” 

You get back to your charting and then launch into your afternoon patients.  You finish up about 1700 and head home.  You shower and dress and as usual at 1900, you hear Barb’s knock at your door.  You shut the lights off and head out the door with her. 

“So, where are you taking me?” 

“A little place that a lot of the pilots go to, but very few Jedi frequent.” 

“What kind of food do they serve?” 

“Just about anything you want.” 

“Great.” 

You head off to the 94^th and arrive there and amazingly get seated almost immediately.  You peruse the menu and order and are just enjoying yourselves chatting and waiting for the soup and salad to arrive. 

“Barb, this was a great idea.  There aren’t any other Jedi here, and I just may be able to remain vision free until Thursday.”

Just as soon as the words are out of your mouth, you are hit by another vision.  The General is slowly kissing his way down your abdomen and just as he reaches the juncture between your thighs, the vision stops. 

“You just had another vision, didn’t you?” she asks. 

“Yes, I did,” you reply. 

“Well, that’s because, like Friday, he just walked in.” 

“What?!” 

“I’m sorry, Jedi don’t usually frequent this place, I forgot he came here a few times with Qui-Gon and me.” 

“How could you forget that?” 

“I don’t know, I’m sorry, I just didn’t think he would pick this particular night to show up here.  I’m so sorry, are you okay?” 

“Yeah, I just, I just think maybe we should spend the next two nights in instead of out?” 

“Deal, tomorrow night I’ll cook dinner, Wednesday you cook dinner.” 

“Great, now let’s finish our food so we can get out of here before I have another vision.” 

Meanwhile, across the restaurant, the General arrives and immediately is assaulted with another vision, a vision of himself about to go down on her.  He looks around and sure enough, there she is sitting with Barb.  He starts to go over to their table and sees her involved in an animated conversation and decides against it.  He turns back and heads to his own table.  He gets to the table and remembers there is another party coming up on Thursday and the self-satisfied grin comes back.  Surely she won’t be able to avoid him forever and Thursday would be the perfect time to meet her.  However, that would mean showing up earlier to the party than he did the previous week.  No matter, that’s easily solved, especially if it means these visions might start coming true, starting with carrying her out over his shoulder.  He smiles to himself and directs his attention to the menu. 

The two of you finish your meal and head off to your living quarters.  “So, you are okay with eating in the next two nights, Barb?” 

“Certainly, I most definitely understand your desire to remain vision free.  Like I said, tomorrow night, my place and I’m cooking dinner for you.  Then Wednesday, your place.” 

“Thanks, Barb, it means a lot to me.” 

“You’re welcome, well, this is my turn.  I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” 

“See you tomorrow, be careful.” 

“Goodnight.”

 “’Night Barb.” 

You walk into your living quarters and head right to bed.  Tuesday and Wednesday are fairly uneventful.  You see patients all day, dinner at Barb’s on Tuesday, and dinner at your place on Wednesday.   The next thing you know it’s Wednesday night and you are heading off to bed.

Chapter Seven 

You wake up Thursday morning with a sense of dread.  You realize it is because of the impending party and the possibility that you won’t be able to escape the General.  You get dressed and head off to the clinic.  Barb greets you there almost immediately. 

“Are you okay?  You look a little pale.”

“I’m just a little nervous.  I have a feeling tonight is the night I’m going to meet the General, despite all my attempts to avoid him.”

“Well, despite the fact that I think it would be good for you, how about if I watch your back at the party?  If I see him, I’ll give you a heads up so you can duck out, okay?”

“You know, that would mean so much to me, thank you.”

“No problem, now let’s get to work.”

You see patients all day and the day flies by - before you know it, it’s time to head home and get ready for the party.  You say goodbye to Barb and head out the door to your living quarters.  Try as you might, you haven’t been able to see what you were wearing in the vision, you had been trying all week, in the hopes that if you wear a different outfit, then the vision won’t come true.  However, you just cannot seem to see what you are wearing.  So you take a shower, dress in a black silk tunic, and leave for the party.  As before, you meet Barb outside and the two of you go in.  This time, despite your nerves, you are determined to enjoy yourself until you have to leave.  You mingle with Barb for almost an hour and then the alcohol starts to take its toll.  You excuse yourself and head off to the ladies room.  You are in there for a few minutes before you head back out to the party.  You round the corner and see him.

He’s there, across the room.  His brown robe floats elegantly around him as he moves through the crowd.  He does not just move through the crowd, he prowls through the people, moving fluidly like a cat looking for a mouse with which to play.  His green eyes flash as he scans the room, as if he’s looking for something or someone.

General Obi-Wan Kenobi.  His name thunders through your head as you slide back around the corner out of his line of sight.  Why does he affect you so?  Just seeing him across the room takes your breath away, and you’ve never met him - at least not officially.  And around him you have trouble keeping your mind shields in place, leaving your mind open and vulnerable.  Not to mention those darn visions you keep having.  As you catch your breath and prepare to rejoin the party, you cannot help but imagine what he looks like under his robe.

“Stop it,” you tell yourself, thinking such thoughts is completely inappropriate, besides your visions don’t need any further fuel.  You turn around and walk right into a big brown wall.  Funny, you think, that wall was not there before, and it seems to be talking to you!

“Very inappropriate, I think,” purrs a deep voice above you.

You glance up the wall of brown and realize you’ve just bumped into the man that was naked in your thoughts a few seconds ago, the man you’ve been having visions about and trying desperately to avoid.  OBI-WAN KENOBI!!!  You gasp as you realize he must have read your thoughts about him with his robe off.  You try to raise your mind shields, but it is too late – he is already in.

“Yes, little one, I am.  And why are you trying to avoid me?”

You look up and see the stern look on his face, belied only by the mischievous twinkle in his green eyes.  Multiple thoughts race through your head.  “Oh my God, it’s Obi-Wan Kenobi, in front of me, he read my mind about him with no robe.  NAKED OBI!  Oh my God, he heard that.”

Strong hands grasp your shoulders as you hear a deep voice say, “Slow down, little one, one at a time.”  You clap a hand over your mouth as if to stem the thoughts from spilling out, belatedly realizing that you weren’t actually saying anything, he was reading your thoughts.  The hands on your shoulders grip a little tighter, forcing you to look up.

“Little one, slow down, take a deep breath, I’m not going to bite, yet,” he chuckles.  He continues, “I don’t believe we’ve met, at least not officially, although I seem to have a staring role in your visions.  I’m General Obi-Wan Kenobi.”

You put out your hand to shake his and instead he grasps it and raises it to his lips.  You stammer out your name as he kisses your hand.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, a pure pleasure,” he says smiling down at you, continuing to hold your hand.

“Can I get you something to drink?  Perhaps some champagne to calm your nerves?” he asks, as he guides you to the beverage table, his hand at your elbow in a surprisingly gentle yet steady grip.  He picks up a glass of champagne and hands it to you and reaches back and grabs one for himself.  He lifts his glass in a toast and says, “What shall we toast to?”

You blush furiously, insanely trying not to think of the multiple sexual visions he’s been in lately.  His eyes get that mischievous twinkle and he clinks his glass with yours saying, “To an interesting evening, then.”

Your heart pounds as you sip your champagne.  He smiles and asks, “So, are you going to say something, or will I be doing all the talking tonight?”

Finally, you pull your wits about you and prepare for a retort.  He does not intimidate you, who does he think he is anyway, some kind of God?

“No, you will not be doing all the talking tonight,” smarty-pants, you add in your mind, promptly forgetting that he can read your thoughts and that your mind shields are ineffective around him.

“That’s right, I heard the smarty pants comment and I see you still need to learn some respect” he growls, as he removes the champagne glass from your hand and guides you to the dance floor.  He slides his arm around your waist and pulls you tightly into his chest.  He glides the two of you across the dance floor as if you are one.  The crowd parts a little to watch the two of you.  You blush as you realize every eye in the room is on the two of you.  He pulls you in close, so close you can barely breathe.  He continues to move you around the dance floor as if you are just an extension of his body.  The rhythm picks up as the song changes and he starts undulating his hips against yours.  Your blush deepens as you realize the two of you are now alone on the dance floor and the General seems intent on performing some kind of dancing sex act in public.

“I would never do that, but you are beautiful when you blush.  I’ll have to keep that in mind and keep you blushing all night,” his voice breathes into your ear.

You lean back and look up at him indignantly and sputter, “You do realize you are making a spectacle of us, don’t you?”

He leans in and whispers in your ear, “We’re not quite a spectacle yet, but would you like to be?”

He leans back away from you and looks down at you with a mischievous glint in his eye.

“I most certainly would not!” you exclaim.

“Too bad,” he replies.  “I would have done this,” he says as leans down and captures your mouth with his own.  After a moment, he breaks the kiss off, leaving you gasping for air, “Now that was a spectacle.”

He lets you go, and turns and walks off the dance floor, expecting you to follow him.  As he nears the edge of the dance floor, he realizes you are not following him and without even a glance back at you, you feel an insistent tugging, threatening to pull you towards him.

Instantly, you hear a voice in your head, his voice, “Are you coming, or do I have to make a further spectacle of us and come back and get you?”

“And what if I don’t come to you?” you think to yourself, knowing he’s reading your thoughts anyway, as you turn and start walking quickly away in the opposite direction, all too conscious of your vision.

The voice in your head chuckles, “That’s right, I am, and you don’t want to do that.  I’ll just come back, pick you up, put you over my shoulder and carry you out like that.”

Again you think, “You wouldn’t!” with worry creeping into your head as you start to feel a sense of déjà vu and your pace quickens.

“Watch me,” and before you know it you are over the General’s shoulder being carried out of the party, just like in your vision!  You hear several of the male guests chuckling on your way out, “Looks like the General has fallen for another stubborn one!”

Another stubborn one, you think, how many were there?

“Not that many,” he growls deep in his chest.

Suddenly, you realize you are still over his shoulder.  “Put me down this instant.”

“No.”

“What do you mean ‘no,’ put me down!”

“I said, no,” he replies, as he tightens his grip around your waist.

You struggle vainly for a few minutes before you realize it’s useless.  You were trained as a Healer, not a Knight.  You are just no match for his strength – not to mention his Jedi will, especially considering your vulnerable position, so you just surrender to being carried like a sack of potatoes.

“You are not a sack of potatoes.”

“Then why are you carrying me like one?” you retort aloud, angrily.

“Because it seemed like the only way to get your attention.”

Get your attention, was he mad?  All he has to do is walk into a room and he has your attention.

“Is that so?” he asks.

“Hello, you’ve been naked in my thoughts for two weeks, remember?” you mutter angrily, blushing at the memory.

He laughs, a deep throaty laugh.  “Ah yes, I do remember, that’s what has been drawing me to you.  For several days, I could not figure out why I kept seeing sexual images of myself in my head, when I would attend functions and go out for dinner.  Then I did some investigating.  I thought back to every place I had been at when the visions occurred.  One common denominator kept popping up.”

You crane your head up in an attempt to look at him and ask, “Well, what was it?”

“You,” he replies, finally letting you down so that you are looking up into his face.

You instinctively back up a step and stumble up onto the curb.  He reaches out a hand to steady you and once again you find your elbow in a strong, gentle, and steady grip.  He is staring at you, piercing you with his blue-green, almost dark eyes, now.  You realize the curb has taken away his height advantage over you, as you are now nose to nose with him.  Suddenly all the events of the evening finally catch up with you; the mind reading, the control factor, the picking you up and carting you off, the stress of the last two weeks and trying to avoid him, and your anger and humiliation threaten to boil over (not to mention all that pent up sexual tension).  You take a deep breath and prepare to let him have it.

“I’d be careful if I were you,” his eyes glinted dark and dangerously at you.

“Or what?” you say angrily.  “You’ve been reading my mind all evening, without my permission I might add, you embarrassed me and carted me off in front of all those people, and you’ve been overbearing and controlling since the second I met you,” you finish breathlessly, realizing you had been poking your finger into his chest to accentuate your words.  You clench your hand into a fist and start to put it down by your side when the General grabs your wrist.

He growls, “I warned you to be careful,” and he promptly lifts you up and places you back over his shoulder and starts walking again.

You start kicking your legs and beating on his back with your hands.  Suddenly you hear his stern voice in your head, “Stop that or you’ll be sorry.”

“What are you going to do, spank me?” you ask sarcastically.

“Not a bad idea,” he mutters, as he carries you into the building you suspect holds his living quarters.

Your heart pounds furiously at the thought of him taking you over his knee and spanking you, why oh why do you speak before you think?  You hear a deep, rumbling laugh come from the Jedi below you.

“Yes, I am taking you to my quarters, and yes, maybe you should think before you speak, little one.  Although, I can apparently read your thoughts anytime I want because your mind shields seem to be ineffective when I’m around.  But I will restrain myself from now on.  I certainly don’t want to take advantage of you,” he smiles to himself as he says this.

“Take advantage of me – Hello! What are you doing right this minute?” you exclaim angrily.  You feel the Jedi touch your mind again.  “Hey, I thought you weren’t going to do that anymore without my permission.”

“Just wanted to see what you are really thinking, and I still see naked images of myself in your mind, so you must not be too angry.”

“Fine,” you think, as you slump back over his shoulder, sulking.  You really aren’t upset about what is happening, okay, maybe a little bit about the whole being carried thing, but all in all not too upset.

“I didn’t think you were angry, little one, or I wouldn’t have brought you here,” he says softly as he walks onto the lift, still carting you over his shoulder.  Okay, maybe a little angry about the mind reading thing, too.  You hear him chuckle again, and say, “I can’t help it.  You seem to be broadcasting your thoughts directly at me.”

“I don’t mean to, I just cannot seem to help it.  You have some sort of an effect on me.  It’s the same thing with the visions, usually I can control them but…”

“Why don’t you just relax, we’re almost there and when we get there we are going to sit down and talk for awhile, okay?  Does that sound okay to you?”

“Yes,” you whisper softly, slumping back over his shoulder, feeling your anger and the fight begin to drain out of you.

“That’s a good girl,” he says gently as he crosses his threshold, walks over to the couch and sets you down.  He shuts and locks the door, and turns a light on with a wave of his hand.  “I want you to stay right where you are, we never got to finish our champagne,” he says as he walks into his kitchen.  He’s in there for a few minutes when you hear a cork pop, and some splashing.  A minute later he’s walking out of the kitchen with two full champagne glasses in his hands.  You wonder briefly about why he has champagne already chilling in the fridge, almost as if he had been planning this.

“Maybe I have been,” you jump as you hear his husky voice in your head.  “Now, where were we, little one?” he asks as he slowly stalks across the floor towards you, fixing you with his penetrating gaze.  “Ah yes, I was trying to get you to relax,” he says as he hands you a glass of champagne.  “And I believe we were toasting to an interesting evening,” he says softly as he clinks your glass and sits down next to you on the couch.

“So what do you plan to do?” you ask nervously, as pictures of the naked General merge with pictures of him spanking you, finally ending with pictures of you curled up together in bed.

He chuckles, “I thought we would start with some conversation first and maybe work our way up to that later.”

You blush again as you realize he’s either reading your mind again or you are projecting images out to him.

“A little bit of both, I would imagine,” he replies as he leans back against the couch and places his arm on the back of the couch behind your head.  “So I know you are a Healer, but tell me more about yourself,” he says as he starts to massage the back of your neck.  It’s strange, but he hasn’t moved his arms but yet you feel strong fingers starting to relax the tension in your neck.

So you lean back and tell him that yes, you are a Healer, and that you were recently assigned to the Jedi Temple, and had been assigned specific Jedi under your care but had yet to do a physical, although there were two scheduled for tomorrow afternoon.  You like to read, watch movies, play piano, and listen to music and dance.  Unfortunately, work keeps you so busy you do not get much time to enjoy any of them very often.

“I can certainly understand that, the Jedi Council keeps me pretty busy,” he says looking down at you with a rueful grin on his face.  He stands up and with a small flick of his wrist the holo cd turns on, he reaches a hand down to you and says, “I cannot help with everything - but would you like to dance?”

You tentatively place your hand in his and he pulls you up and into his arms.  The two of you dance slowly to the music, his hand at the small of your back, one of your hands on his shoulder, and the other swallowed up by his large, calloused hand.  You rest your cheek on his chest, listening to his heartbeat and he rests his chin on top of your head, pulling you in closer.  “So continue where you left off earlier,” he whispers softly into your hair.  As you continue to dance, you proceed to tell him about your childhood, your Jedi Healer Master Barb, who is now your current supervisor, and how the death of your mother led you to be a Healer.

“I’m very sorry, that must have been very hard for you at such a young age,” he says warmly, with sorrow in his eyes over your loss.

“Yes, it was, it’s been over 10 years since she died and I still miss her very much.”  The two of you dance in silence, each of you lost in your thoughts.  You are interrupted from your reverie by the ending of the song.  A new song comes on, a sensuous song with a rhythmic beat.  He sways and circles you to the driving beat of the music, his hips slowly undulating against your own.  You feel you heart start to race and the blood rush to your lower abdomen.  You try to push away from him and he stops and tightens his embrace around you.  “You don’t need to be afraid of me,” he whispers into your hair.  Then he senses feelings from you, pain, sadness, from before.  “You’ve been hurt before, you gave your control to someone and he abused it, and then you vowed never to lose it again.”  He looks you in the eyes, places his hands gently on your face, lifting your chin to look at him.  “I promise you, I will NEVER hurt you, ever.  Let’s just dance and enjoy the moment.”

“Okay,” you whisper softly as the music continues.  You dance for what seems like hours.  The music comes to an end and you languidly look up into his eyes.  His hand grasps your chin, “You look tired, and I think I should take you home.”

You don’t protest, as he puts your cloak over your shoulders and guides you to the door.  You feel disappointment start to settle in as he walks you back to your quarters, wondering if you will get to see him again.  You find the two of you in front of your door and the weight of disappointment grows heavy on your shoulders, the evening is ending too soon.  You punch your code in and unlock the door as he grips your upper arm and turns you around to face him.  He grasps your chin again and tilts your head up to look into his eyes and whispers softly, “Don’t worry, you will see me again.”  He leans down and places a soft kiss on your lips.  “Now get inside and go to bed,” he says sternly, scooting you inside your door with a smart smack on your bottom.  You shut and lock the door behind you and go off to bed.  He lingers outside your door for several minutes before returning to his own quarters with his own unfulfilled longings.

Chapter Eight

He turns and leaves your door and hops in his speeder for the short trip to the parking area.  He quickly jogs back to his quarters and heads into his shower for a quick cold one.  Unfortunately, the cold shower doesn’t quite do the job.  He is still thinking about you as he crawls into bed.  He thinks back over the evening and the history you revealed – and visions he’d been getting.  As he thinks over the visions, he drifts off to sleep with a smile on his face.

Your dreams that night are a mélange of the evening, a naked General, and surprisingly you over his knee for a spanking.  You wake up the next morning and wonder where that came from – you don’t even like that.  You shrug your shoulders and write it off as a product of the evening and the animal sexiness of the General.  You dress for work, somewhat excitedly, you received your assigned Jedi yesterday and your first physicals are scheduled for today.  You hurriedly eat some breakfast, grab your bag, and head out the door.  You find a single red rose on your doorstep with a card attached that reads, “I had a wonderful evening and I’m looking forward to the next one.  The General.”  You walk to work smelling the rose occasionally and fingering the card while a smile plays over your lips.  You arrive at the Jedi Temple and put the rose on your desk and the card in your pocket and report for duty.

In addition to the list of Jedi that will eventually be under your care, you also receive a list of Padawans.  The morning is set up as episodic visits - everything from colds to Padawans with broken bones received during training.  You have a rocking morning seeing Padawans and Jedi for almost every imaginable ailment.  You never realized this job would keep you this busy.  You eat lunch at your desk, finishing up your morning’s charts.  You finish up the charts and pull your afternoon schedule up knowing that this afternoon holds the first two physicals from your assigned Jedi list.  You read up on the two scheduled Jedi when your screen blinks with a message.  A third physical has been added at the end.  You go to pull up the third Jedi’s file and find it labeled “sensitive” and are unable to open it.  You go over and ask Barb about it.

“Oh, I am so sorry, I forgot to give you your password.  You haven’t needed it until now, and we’ve just been so busy.  As you know, all of the files are sensitive, however there are some Jedi that due to their jobs, or their power in the Force, require a higher level of security on their files, especially with all the unrest in the universe right now.  Anyway, let me get your password for you, I don’t know who your Jedi is, but he was an add-on this morning and I believe he requested you as his Healer, specifically.”  You find this intriguing, as you have only met a few Jedi who actually know you well enough by name, but pass it off as nothing.

A few minutes later, you have your password - but your first Jedi is here and you don’t have time to look up the mystery Jedi.  Before you know it, you’ve completed two physicals and their charting and it’s time to prepare for the third.  You plug in your password and pull up the file on one “General Obi-Wan Kenobi.”  You look around thinking this has got to be a joke, but you can hear one of the padawans bringing someone back to the exam room area and it sounds an awful lot like the deep voice of the General.  You walk back over to Barb with a questioning look on your face and she asks if there is a problem.

“Barbara, it’s the General, are you sure this is correct?”

“That is interesting, let me just check the appointment schedule.”  She logs into the computer and pulls up the appointment screen.  She turns the monitor so you can read it, and sure enough, there is his code on the screen with an asterisk indicating a Healer preference with your name next to it.  She asks if that is a problem for you.

“No, I just was a little surprised, I don’t know the General that well, and I would have expected him to want someone with a little more experience.  Besides, the visions, last night?”

“What happened last night?” she asks.

“The vision came true!  He carried me out in front of everybody.”

“Oh, I am so sorry I missed that,” she says, laughing mischievously.

“Barb, you’re supposed to be helping!”

“Okay, Okay, Okay, so be professional, like I know you can be and just pretend last night didn’t happen.”

“I can’t do that and I’m sure he won’t,” you reply dryly.

“What are you worried about, he obviously likes you.”

“You know, the whole dating patients thing, it makes me uncomfortable.”

“Well, I suggest that you get over it.  When the General makes his mind up, that is pretty much the end of it, and he seems to have made his mind up about you.”

“Great,” you mutter as you turn and walk toward your desk.

“Don’t worry, you will be fine, your first two physicals went fine and the Jedi seemed pleased with your skills.  You are doing so well here; just don’t let him intimidate you.  You were born to be a Healer; this is your birthright.  And don’t forget your mind shields, even I know what’s going on in your head.”

“Thanks Barb.”

You walk back to your desk, gather your materials and prepare to enter the exam room.  Your heart starts to beat faster as you walk to the exam room.  “This is completely unacceptable,” you think to yourself, “we are potentially romantically involved.  I cannot be his Healer, it’s unethical,” you think.  You were always taught that client involvement was a big no-no, of course not all clients were Jedi and definitely not as sexy as the General and you didn’t have sex visions about all of your patients.  Despite what Barb has told you about Healers and Jedi being involved, you still had some serious misgivings.  Still, you think to yourself, I’ll do his exam today but I’m going to have to tell him he will have to choose another Healer, seeing as we are somewhat involved.

You come to the door, take a deep breath and knock, and then proceed to open the door.  From within, you hear the now familiar voice rumble, “Come in.”  You walk in and sure enough, there is the General in one of the clinic’s gowns, smiling at you.  Is that a mischievous twinkle you see in his flashing green eyes?

“Well, hello there, I told you I would see you again,” he says, smiling at you.

“Hello, General.  Yes, you did, although this wasn’t quite what I was expecting, and I’d actually like to talk about that.  See…” you trail off as he holds up a hand interrupting you.

“I know what you are going to say, we are potentially involved so you cannot be my Healer, it’s unethical or something like that, am I right?”

“Yes,” you manage, grateful that he understands.

“Well, I don’t accept that,” he replies.  “I’m the General and I’m pretty much used to getting what I want, and if I want to be involved with my Healer, that’s my business,” he says gruffly.

“Do I get a say in the matter?” you ask, incredulously.

“Yes, you do.  We won’t become involved if you can look me straight in the eye and tell me that: 1) you do not like me, 2) you are not even remotely attracted to me and 3) you are going to stop having visions about me.  And little one, don’t lie, I will read your thoughts on this issue.”

You blush as you imagine he has already, since your mind shields don’t seem to work around him.  Your heart pounding and your mouth dry, you whisper, “I cannot tell you any of those things, and you know that.”  Gathering your reserves, you take a deep breath.  “But I still think I shouldn’t be your Healer, so I will do your exam today and then request that you be transferred to another Healer.”

“I suggest you don’t argue with me on this one,” he says in a warning tone.

“Why not?” you ask, somewhat indignantly.

He gets up and walks over to where you are sitting on the stool by the sink.  He kneels down so that his face is inches from your own and places his hands on the sink, pinning you in.  Funny, even in a hospital gown, he’s intimidating.

“We can do this one of two ways; 1) You can just simply agree to be my Healer, or 2) I can see to it that you have no choice in the matter.”

“Well, neither option seems very appealing, thank you very much,” you reply dryly.  “Besides, I’m not in the military and I’m not a Knight, in fact, I’m nowhere near your chain of command, so I don’t see how you would be able to make it so that I wouldn’t have a choice.”

His eyes darken, as he looks at you, then he chuckles.

“What are you laughing at?” you mutter.

“You don’t know me that well yet, little one.  I don’t take no for an answer, ever.” he growls.  “So let’s get on with the exam, okay?”

“Okay, but this isn’t finished,” you mutter.

He chuckles and says, “We shall see, we shall see.”

You proceed with the exam, obtaining his previous medical history, previous surgical history, and any current complaints, which of course there are none.  You take a deep breath and proceed with the physical exam, trying to maintain a professional stance as you examine the various intimate parts of his body.  When you finish, you take off your gloves, smile, and say, “You’re in perfect health, and cleared to return to duty.”

“Great, so I can get dressed now?  Because, I must say, I’m still surprised that with all our advancements, we cannot come up with a hospital gown that is not an embarrassment to wear.”

Laughing and feeling a blush creep up your neck you reply, “Yes, you can get dressed, the lab work takes about a week to get back, I’ll call with any abnormal results, otherwise I’ll send you a message to your holopad.”

“Okay, sounds great, now I will be by to pick you up at 1900 sharp for dinner tonight.”

You shake your head and think, “Amazing, he’s not even asking me, he’s telling me.”  You say aloud, “I don’t think that is such a good idea, a lot of people know that I’m your Healer now and after last night, a great deal probably think we’re involved.”

“Okaaay…. and eventually a lot of people will know that we’re involved, so what?  I WILL see you at 1900 for dinner.  Now unless you want to see me naked again…”  “Oh, wait, you’ve been fantasizing about seeing me naked for weeks, and now that you have you might as well stay while I get dressed,” he says with a twinkle in his eyes.

“First of all, they are not fantasies, they are visions, and secondly, no thanks.  You go ahead and get dressed and like I said, I will send you a message,” you say as you turn and walk out the door.  You shut the door and lean up against it and breathe out a huge sigh of relief that that’s over.  You see Barb walking over and you meet her halfway, she asks, “Well, how did it go?”

“It went okay, he’s in perfect health.”  Should you ask to have him removed from your list?  He would certainly be mad at you if you did, and a vision of him spanking you pops into your head.  “Nope, not going to ask,” you think.

She places a hand on your arm, “Are you alright?  You drifted off there for a moment.”

“Yes, yes, I’m fine.  You are right, he can be demanding and intimidating.”

“Well, I’m sorry you won that lottery.  I wish I could reassign him, but I can’t, because he refuses to be reassigned, and he’s high enough in the Jedi Council that we cannot go against his wishes.  Was it really that bad?” she asks, her face full of concern.

“No,” you reply, “it will be fine, fortunately, he only has to come once a year,” you smile ruefully.

She smiles, “You did good today.  Go home, relax, and enjoy your evening.”

“Thanks Barb, I’ll see you Monday.”  You go back to your desk, finish your charting, grab the rose and your bags and head off to your living quarters.  You arrive home, dump your bags, open a bottle of wine, and draw yourself a hot bubble bath.  You put your favorite CD in, put your hair up, and slip into the relaxing hot water with your glass of wine.  You close your eyes and just sink down into the tub, letting all of the tension of your first day of physicals as a Jedi Healer slip out of you.

Chapter Nine

You soak for a long while, forgetting all about the day at work as a Healer, you almost drift off to sleep when you think you hear a knock on the door.  Nope, it was just your imagination.  Then you hear a second knock, and then a third, each getting progressively louder and more insistent.  “I wonder who that could be, I’m not expecting anyone,” you think to yourself.  “Oh well, I’m not getting out of the tub, whoever it is, can just leave me a message.”  Then you feel it, a slight probing of your mind and it dawns on you who is at your door.  Your hear starts to pound and you feel the color drain from your face, “OH NO!,” you think.  You faintly recall the General saying he would be picking you up at 1900 for dinner.  Of course, you told him no and figured that was the end of it.  Well, you think, “I’m certainly not going to go running to the door in a towel, maybe if I’m really quiet he will just go away,” although part of you did not want him to go away.  Just as this thought crosses your mind, you hear the door to your living quarters open.  You gasp, and use the Force to shut and lock the bathroom door, figuring that will give you some protection and some time to figure out what to do with the potential intruder.

“I’m not just any intruder and you know it.”  You hear the General’s voice rumble right outside the bathroom door.

“What are you doing here?” you ask, “And furthermore, how did you get in?”

“I told you I would pick you up at 1900 for dinner.  Well, it’s 1900 and I let myself in.”

“Did you by chance let yourself in a couple of weeks ago?”

“I might have, why?”

“Just curious.”  Well, that explains it, you think to yourself.

“Explains what?” he rumbles outside the bathroom door.

“Nothing,” you reply, attempting to close your mind about the incident.

“So are you ready for dinner?” he asks, changing the subject.

“No, I’m not going, I told you I wasn’t going.  I’m busy relaxing from my day and I’m not going,” you reply in your sternest voice.

“Not going? Oh yes, you are, little one.”

“No, I’m not.  I’m enjoying my bath and my wine and I’m relaxing this evening, I’m not going to get all dressed up again to go out to dinner.”

“You are going, if I have to come in there and get you and take you as you are,” he says gruffly through the door.

Laughing, you say, “Hello!  Naked!  If you took me like this we would both be charged with indecent exposure and I don’t think that would be a good move for either of our careers.”

Frustration fills him at that remark.  “Point well taken, however, if you aren’t out in 10 minutes, I will come in after you and you don’t want me to do that, understand?” he says roughly.

You are silent for a moment contemplating your response.  You decide to keep relaxing, besides the door is shut and locked you think, conveniently forgetting that so was the door to your living quarters and he had no problem getting past that door.  Several minutes go by and you almost forget that he is just outside your bathroom door.  You sink further into the tub relaxing and listening to your music.  You close your eyes and lean your head back and drift off to sleep.

Sensing a presence you pull yourself out of the shallow depths of relaxation and open your eyes to find yourself staring into a pair of flashing blue-green eyes.  Startled, you sink further down into the soapy water looking to make sure everything is covered and sputter angrily, “What are you doing in my bathroom?”

“I told you that you had 10 minutes to get ready and that if you weren’t out I would come in and get you, so here I am.  Now we can do this one of two ways; 1) you can get out of the tub voluntarily and get ready, or 2) I will get you out of the tub and dress you myself.  Which is it going to be?”

“What if I said neither?” you ask indignantly.

“I wouldn’t if I were you.”

All of a sudden visions of you across his lap receiving a spanking flash into your head making you blush.

“I didn’t say it, you thought it, and I believe that’s the third time, too,” he said with a mischievous grin on his face.

“I’ll get out voluntarily,” you whisper, inwardly cursing your faulty mind shields “if you’ll kindly leave me to do it in private.”

“As you wish, my lady, call me if you need any help,” he says smiling, as he walks back out of the bathroom.

You get out of the bathtub and dry off, and put lotion on.  You certainly don’t want to end up over his lap being spanked, it’s bad enough he saw you in the tub!  You frantically get dressed, hoping that he won’t barge in on you again.

“Don’t worry,” he calls from outside the door, “now that you are getting dressed I will leave you to do it in private, but don’t waste any more time.”

You finish dressing in a tunic made of silk from Alderaan, eschewing your Jedi Healer robes for work only.  You leave the bedroom and walk back out into the living room to find him sitting in your chair, waiting for you.

“Ah, there you are.  You look lovely.  Are you ready for dinner?”

“Yes, General Kenobi, I am,” you reply with the emphasis on General.

“Please, call me Obi-Wan, you don’t have to be so formal around me when it is just the two of us.”

“Alright, Obi-Wan, so where are we going to dinner?” you ask.

“I know an intimate little place that will give us a chance to talk and get to know each other better.”

“Sounds good, I’m ready to go.”

“Good, my speeder is outside, shall we?” he says offering his arm for you to hold.

You grasp his elbow and he leads you outside, locking your door with a wave of his hand after leaving your living quarters.  He helps you into the speeder and then hops into the driver’s side and takes off.

Chapter Ten

You start the drive in silence, thinking about the day’s events and looking at the silent Jedi beside you.  You look at his reddish hair that curls softly at his shoulders, his strong, very broad shoulders.  You then move down to his muscular chest, and his muscular thighs and those FM boots.  You feel yourself start to flush as your mind drifts again to what he looks like without the robe.

“If you’re good, you just might get to see again,” a deep voice rumbles in your head.

You look back up at his face sharply and see he is concentrating on the traffic - but is that a twinkle you detect in his eyes?  You feel lips brush your ear, while you are watching him!!  Then you feel the massaging fingers on your neck again.  You relax back into them letting them massage the rest of your tension away.  The speeder pulls up at the restaurant and he parks and helps you out.  He guides you into the restaurant with his hand at the small of your back.  The maitre’d guides you to a secluded table in a separate room.  You find that the two of you are alone in this room.

“Yes, little one, I arranged it so we would be alone, I don’t want anything distracting you.”

He pulls your chair out for you and you sit down and open the menu.  A few minutes later, a waiter comes by with some champagne.

“I figure we should stick with our beverage of choice, and toast to…shall we say, an interesting evening?” he smiles, as he raises his glass to yours.

“To an interesting evening,” you say, meeting his gaze directly on.  You can feel your heart racing, even after doing his physical today and seeing him naked, he still has the power to take your breath away.  With that thought, you feel phantom lips brush yours, yet the General hasn’t moved from across the table.

“I told you that you could call me Obi-Wan,” he reminds you gently, but sternly.

“I know, but I can’t help thinking of you as The General,” you reply.

“Very well, if you want to call me General, I won’t object,” he says, smiling at you.

Suddenly your mind is full of images of him on top of you in bed and you screaming out General as he leads you to an orgasm.  The thought is so powerful you cannot tell if it is your own or one he sent your way.

“Oh, it is most definitely your own, but one you may find to be a reality later,” he says huskily.  “Are you ready to order?”

“Yes, Gen-I mean Obi-Wan, I am,” not quite sure what you want to call him.

“Good,” he says as he turns around and signals for a waiter.  The two of you put your order in and settle into a somewhat comfortable silence.

“You’re very good at what you do.  That was probably the most thorough physical I’ve had in years.  It’s good to know that MY Healer is going to be particularly watchful about my health.”

“Yeah, about that, you know I cannot ask that you be removed from my list, well I guess I could, just tell them I can’t get along with you, but that would be lying and I’m not going to do that.  Plus, there’s that little thing of how you’ve refused to see anyone but me.”

“You like that?” he asks, interrupting you.

“No, I didn’t.  Because there are schools of thought that believe that being involved with a patient is unethical, because you are abusing your power and could be taking advantage of the patient.”

“Those patients are not me.  You most definitely would not be taking advantage of me.  I think you should just leave it be, you are my Healer, and you will be my lover.  I’m accustomed to getting what I want, pretty much without a fight.”

“Yes, I’m beginning to realize that.  You know, I stand by what I said last night, you are overbearing and controlling, and have been ever since I met you.”

“So, you must like it, or you wouldn’t be sitting here with me,” he grins.

“What,” you say indignantly as you start to rise from your chair and storm out when you hear a voice in your head, “I wouldn’t if I were you, I’m faster than you and I would catch you very easily and it would upset me and you don’t want to upset me.”

“But it’s okay to upset me?” you ask.

“Have I upset you?  I didn’t mean to,” he replies in a conciliatory tone.

You sit back down, glaring at him, not wanting to cause a scene, and say, “Yes, as a matter of fact, you have.  You implied that I like being treated like some sort of servant, and then don’t even allow me the dignity of a response, like leaving.”

He reaches across the table and grabs your hands.  “I’m truly very sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you, it’s just, there’s something about you.  I’m very attracted to you and I’m used to getting what I want without a fight, and I have to admit, you have more spunk than anyone else I’ve ever dated.  Although I suspect some of it’s a cover, brought on by your past.  But for now, let’s just relax and enjoy dinner and see what happens from there, okay?”

You reply quietly, “Okay.”  So you sit back as the appetizers are served and ask him questions about his childhood and his past.  He answers very amiably.  He regales you with stories of his childhood and how he drove Qui Gon crazy sometimes.  He laughed at the memory and then turned silent remembering his death.  You reach over and touch his hand, and said, “I know you must miss him terribly, he was a great Jedi.”

“Yes, he was, and yes, I do.  But enough about me, why don’t you tell me about yourself?” he asked, green eyes twinkling.

“Well, I told you a lot last night,” you reply.

“Well, what about your previous relationships, the one where you were hurt,” he says gently.

“Well, there’s not much to tell, I was young, I fell in love, he lied to me, I caught him in it, and that’s the end.”

“There has to be more to it than that,” he continues to probe gently.

And for once your mind shields work, as dinner arrives, you reply, “I just don’t want to get into all the sordid details.  It’s water under the bridge – it’s the past.”

“Well, he obviously affected you and your current attitude towards involvement, I would really like to know what I’m up against.”

Resignedly, you sigh and say, “Okay, but no details.”

“Fair enough,” he replies.

“We were both Padawans.  I fell hard for him.  One night we went a little too far physically and it took all my reserves to stop both him and myself.  He left angry.  The next day, I arrived in class to stares and whispers and discovered that he had spun quite a tale about me, about us.  From that point on, I didn’t get involved with anybody else, because I couldn’t trust them or myself to stop things before they got too far.”

“Hmmm, I’m sorry, not all men are like that, though.”

“I know.”

“I’m not like that.  I definitely don’t kiss and tell, although I do have that reputation.  But we already discussed that.”

“I know, we’ll see,” you say, hoping your mind shields are intact and preventing him from seeing how desperately you hoped he was sincere.

The two of you eat in comfortable silence then, until the waiter asks if you are interested in dessert.

“Of course,” the General says and orders for both of you.  A few moments later, dessert arrives.

“Ah, here we are, my favorite, Corellian Cluster,” he says as he rubs his hands together in anticipation.  The waiter places two spoons on the table and asks if he can bring anything else.  “I believe we will have a couple of shots of Bespin’s, please,” Obi-Wan says to the waiter.  The waiter replies, “I’ll bring them right away, General,” and turns and leaves the table.

The two of you sit and enjoy the Corellian Cluster and then sit and drink your Bespin’s just relaxing in a comfortable silence, each lost in your own thoughts.  That is, until you hear a voice in your head, his voice, “So, little one, what shall we do now?”  You begin to feel those phantom fingers on your neck again, massaging all the tension away.  You feel feather light lips brush your ear and travel down your neck.  Your heart begins to pound and you feel your face start to flush.  Once again, you hear the voice in your head, “You are so beautiful when you blush,” and then the lips brush yours in just the barest of caresses.  You can feel yourself starting to get warm and tingly from his phantom caress, and you hear his voice in your head as if he knows your body’s response to his phantom caresses, “Then, why don’t we go someplace a little more private, okay little one?”

“Okay,” you whisper, your mouth suddenly dry.

You think to yourself, “What is it about this man, that he can make me drop all of my defenses with a few phantom touches, and whispers in my head?”

He pays the bill, takes a last sip of water and then stands up and offers you his arm.  “Shall we?” he says, smiling down at you.

You take his arm and he guides you out of the restaurant and into his speeder.  He starts it up and heads back towards your living quarters.  Once again, you feel the familiar disappointment settle in as the evening is drawing to a close.  You are reluctant for him to leave you at your door.  But you are also reluctant to invite him in.  You’ve only just arrived and don’t want to get a reputation this quickly.  He parks the speeder grinning to himself at the thoughts he’s just collected from your mind.  He then helps you out and walks you to your door.

“The evening doesn’t have to end, little one,” his voice reverberates in your head.  You turn and look at him and his eyes dance and you get an image in your head of the two of you in his bed.  You feel the phantom lips brush over your eyes, your nose, your cheeks, and finally your lips.  He deepens the kiss as you feel his tongue gently part your lips and sweep inside, then as suddenly as it started the phantom lips and tongue are gone.  You let a whimper of disappointment slip out at the disappearance of his lips and turn back towards your door.  He grabs your arm, turns you around, and pulls you in close to him.  You find yourself crushed up against his chest, his arm at the small of your back, and his other hand at your neck, he leans down and kisses you.  This time, it is for real.  His mouth is gentle yet firm on your lips, his tongue gently probes your lips and then sweeps inside.  Then, as before, as suddenly as it began, it is over and he looks down at you and says huskily, “Would you like to go back to my place instead?”

You whisper, “Yes,” promptly forgetting that all of your visions took place in his living quarters.

The two of you walk off together towards his living quarters, with his arm around your waist possessively.  You didn’t realize he lived so close to you, since last night you were so exhausted when he took you home.  “All the more convenient,” he says, his eyes dancing.

You get to his door and he asks you, “Are you sure you want to do this?”  You look up at him and whisper, “Yes, I’m sure.”

“Once we get inside, we will have reached the point of no return.  There will be no room for regret.”

You whisper, “No regrets, I’m sure.”

He opens the door and guides you inside.  He shuts the door with a wave of his hand and you find yourself pinned against the door, his hands on either side of your head, just like in your vision.  His eyes flash with a predatory gleam and you know that you are the prey, his prey.  Your breath quickens and your heart starts to pound as you hear his voice in your head, “So little one, I believe last night we toasted to an interesting evening, but you crashed on me.”

“No, I …” you reply indignantly, only to be interrupted by his finger on your lips.

“Shhh, it doesn’t matter, we have tonight, and you don’t have to work tomorrow, right?”

“Only if one of my Jedi calls with an emergency.”

“Oh, this most definitely is an emergency.”

“Right,” you manage to whisper.

“Good, so we have all night if we want, and we can continue where we left off last night,” he says softly as he brushes hairs off your forehead.  He draws closer and you feel phantom lips brushing your ear.  He gently suckles your earlobe while his face is just inches from your own, piercing you with his intense gaze.  The phantom lips travel down your neck and settle on your pulse.  He gently nips the skin there, your knees start to feel weak and you close your eyes. 

“Little one, open your eyes, I want you to look at me,” he says insistently in your head.  You drag your eyes open and focus on his green ones that have now darkened with passion like they did last night. 

“I want you to look at me while I’m kissing you, even if they are just phantom kisses.  I want to see your eyes.” 

You look at him intently through passion-glazed eyes as he continues to suck at your pulse point and then the phantom lips disappear.  He turns his head slightly, and with a slight nod of his head, music starts up on the holo CD.  He gently pulls you away from the door towards the center of the room.  He pulls you in tight and molds his body to yours, as he glides you around in circles to the sensuous rhythm of the music.  He rotates his hips against yours, thrusting in time to the driving beat of the music.  Your heart pounding, you breathlessly follow his lead.  You feel the blood rush to the sensitive parts of your body as you realize his gyrating hips are turning you on.  You hear his deep voice as he whispers in your ear, “Are they now, luv?” 

You lean back and look at him, “Are they now, what?” you ask, forcing him to admit that he read your mind. 

He replies gruffly, “I know you are attracted to me, and that this excites you,” he says, emphasizing his words with a thrust from his hips causing you to gasp in surprise.  “You’re practically shouting it at me through the Force.” 

You blush and look away as you realize that your mind shields have failed you again.  You feel strong fingers grasp your chin in a firm grip and lift it up, forcing you to look him in the eyes.  “There’s no need to be embarrassed, luv, I was hoping to get that response from you,” he growls, smiling down at you with a predatory grin. 

He leans down and covers your mouth with his.  His lips are soft and gentle on yours.  As you mold into his arms, you feel a gentle probing at your lips, which quickly becomes more insistent until you grant him entrance.  His slick, firm tongue enters your mouth and roughly battles your own.  You slide your tongue into his mouth and stage your own battle, but finally succumb under his assault.  When he senses your surrender he withdraws and looks down at you with a satisfied grin.  You look up at him and recognize the look of conquest and pride on his face and immediately you take offense. 

“What are you smiling at?” you ask, angrily. 

“Whoa, why are you angry, little one, didn’t you enjoy that?” he asks, with a surprised look on his face. 

“Yes but, you…you…standing there with that self-satisfied grin on your face,” you stammer, even if he did make me weak in the knees, you think to yourself. 

“Well, I was pretty good, it got you weak in the knees,” he says smugly.

You pull away from him and start to walk towards the door, when he grabs your arm and roughly turns you around to face him. 

“Didn’t I warn you earlier about leaving me in the middle of something?” he says gruffly, pulling you in close and locking an arm around your waist. 

Once again, you get a flash of yourself turned over his knee, being spanked for disobeying him.  Where were these flashes coming from? 

“Well, they aren’t coming from me, but I’m beginning to think it’s not such a bad idea,” he says, sternly. 

“You’re the one looking at me like I’m some sort of conquest that you’ve won.  And, hey, you were the one that entered my living quarters without my permission.  Twice!  The first time was before you even met me!” you reply indignantly, as you ineffectually try to push yourself away from him and out of his embrace.

He tightens his embrace against your struggles.  “You’re right, I did enter your living quarters without your permission, tonight and a couple of weeks ago.  I’m sorry.” 

You look up into his eyes, “Why, why did you do it?  A few weeks ago, I mean.  Why did you come in here? I mean in to my living quarters,” forgetting momentarily that you were in his living quarters. 

“I believe that was the day I ran into you for the third night in a row, and you accused me of following you.” 

“I never accused you of following me, we hadn’t even met,” you sputter out angrily. 

“Ah, but you did suspect me of following you, even though two of those nights you showed up after I was already there.  So how could I have been following you?” he asks innocently.  “Maybe you were following me?” 

“Um, no, why would I do that?  And hey! Don’t change the subject, we were discussing you being in my living quarters without my permission,” you exclaim angrily.

“Yes, we were and I apologized.  Now I suggest you get over it so we can move on.” 

“Get over it?  GET OVER IT?  HELLO!!  Invasion of privacy!!” you say angrily, once again trying to squirm out of his embrace. 

“And what do you think you were doing with your visions?  Hmm?  Can we say invasion of MY privacy?” he says gruffly, tightening his embrace even more against your struggles. 

“The visions are not under my control, they just happen, I told you that.” 

“Then I take it back, and I am sorry for being in your quarters without your permission.  I just wanted to know who you were and why I was sharing your visions.  There was no malice intended and I certainly did not mean to offend you.” 

Feeling the anger and fight drain out of you as he says those words, you actually start to regret getting angry with him and starting a fight.  He didn’t really offend you, overstep his bounds, yes, but offend you?  “You didn’t, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean, oh, can we like, start over?” you ask, looking up at him hopefully.

Smiling down at you he says, “Yes.  Yes, we can start over, and I want to start right here,” he rumbles as he puts his hand on your neck, tilts your chin up with his thumb, and drops his lips firmly on yours, electricity shooting through you, taking your breath away.

Once again you find yourself struggling to maintain control against his relentless assault on your mouth.  His tongue sweeps in and seizes control of yours.  He swirls his tongue around yours and then quickly withdraws, leaving your mouth bare and empty.  A whimper of disappointment escapes your lips only to be replaced by a moan of desire as he trails feather light kisses along your jaw line to your ear where he hungrily sucks your earlobe into his mouth.  He sucks greedily on your earlobe and then traces the outline of your ear with his tongue, sending shivers of desire down your spine.  He continues his trail of kisses, adding licks down your neck until he finds your pulse point.  He settles there a moment, gently nipping and sucking, drawing your tender skin into his mouth, until you are sure he’s left his mark there and then he’s back on your mouth again, possessing you, drawing your breath out and twisting his hand in your hair, and pulling you closer.  You suck hungrily at his mouth despite the thoughts rushing through your head, “No, this can’t be happening, we can’t do this.”  You hear his firm voice reply in your head, “It is happening, and yes, we can.”  He slides his left arm around your waist pulling you even tighter into his embrace. 

“No, we shouldn’t,” your mind shouts, as you ineffectually try to push away from him.  He breaks the kiss off, leaving you breathless.  At the same time, he releases you and you take a step back, a step away from him.  Your face flushed, you look at him and say, “We can’t do this…you’re…I’m…” 

“I’m the General, and I say we can and I really wish you would get over your whole hang up about this,” he says, almost angrily as he pushes you away and paces the room in front of you, running his hand through his gorgeous red-gold hair.  Then, all of a sudden, he turns and faces you.  He pierces you with a look of pure determination.  You’ve seen this look before – it’s the look of a predator, right before its prey succumbs to its advances.  He slowly starts to stalk you from across the room, with his eyes focused on yours.  You find yourself taking a step back, involuntarily, and then another, and then another, until your back is pressed up against the door.  Smiling at him, you reach for the code panel and nervously say, “I think I’m just going to call it a night and head back to my place.”

“I don’t think so.  Now we can do this the easy way or the hard way.  I’m not going to force you, so you can relax.  But you will be mine,” he says evenly as he moves ever so closer to you. 

“Why won’t the door open,” you think frantically, as your heart starts to beat faster. 

“Because I locked it,” you hear him whisper in your head.

You know you won’t be able to resist him much longer, your body just responds to him too quickly.  Before you know it, he’s there, inches from you.  He places his hands on the door, on either side of your head, pinning you in again.  He leans in and you hear him whisper huskily into your ear, “Why resist me, little one?  I know you want this as much as I do.  Remember, you are broadcasting your thoughts right to me and I know that more than anything right now, you want me to carry you into my bedroom and make you scream.” 

He leans in and brushes a kiss off your ear causing your heart to skip a beat.  Running to the bathroom and locking the door crosses your mind, and you hear him in your head, “Don’t bother, I’m faster and stronger than you and you know it.  Why run, little one, when you know that’s what you want?” he whispers huskily. 

 “Why run when you know that’s what I’m going to do?  I’m going to take you back into my bedroom and I’m going to make you scream.  And then you’ll beg me to make you scream some more.”  You let out a whimper as he finishes, knowing he’s right but being afraid to admit it.  Picking up on the thought, he says, “What are you afraid of?” 

“I told you, losing control,” you think to yourself. 

“You wouldn’t lose it, you’ll just let me have it for a while,” he answers firmly in your head.  “I promise I’ll take care of it and you.  I’ll let you have your control back when I get what I know we both want, and I promise you won’t get hurt.”  “I’ll take good care of you,” he whispers into your ear.  He pulls back and looks at you, his eyes dark with passion. 

He leans in and captures your mouth again.  You know deep inside that there is no turning back now.  He has you, you are his prey, and all your control is draining out of you with every second he spends kissing you.  You feel his tongue probing at your lips, and you let him in your mouth, relishing the feel of his tongue swirling around yours.  He slides his left arm around your waist pulling you in close to him.  His right arm moves down to join his left and then both hands move down to squeeze your backside.  You let out a squeal of surprise and feel him smile against your mouth.  He continues to squeeze and you feel yourself relaxing into his embrace. 

“Mine,” you hear a voice say firmly in your head. 

“No,” you answer back, trying to maintain your last vestiges of control as his kiss becomes more insistent and his embrace tightens possessively.  His kisses drift over to your ear again as he sucks your earlobe into his mouth.  You feel him smile at your quickly indrawn breath.  You heart starts to beat faster as he drifts kisses down to your racing pulse point on your neck. 

“Mine,” you hear him say again. 

“No,” you answer back, feeling your resolve ebbing away with each kiss. 

“Yes,” he says, as he leans down and picks you up in his arms.  He turns toward the back of his living quarters. 

“Where are you taking me?” you whisper.

“My bed,” he replies, huskily. 

“No, I don’t want…” you protest weakly, pushing ineffectually against his chest.

“I do,” he replies, gruffly, tightening his arms around your struggles. 

You try one more push on his chest.  “I don’t think we should do this,” you choke out.

“Oh, yes you do, your mind is wide open.  The whole temple can probably hear your thoughts, and you want this more than anything.” 

You feel heat flood your face as you realize the truth of his words.  You finally relax into his embrace and stop struggling. 

He senses the last of your resolve slipping away and he realizes with relief that you have finally relinquished your control and given it over to him.  He bends down and whispers in your ear, “Do you trust me?” 

You nod your head slowly, realizing that yes, you do trust him. 

“Good, then relax and close your eyes,” he commands in a soft voice. 

He deposits you gracefully on the bed and as you close your eyes you see him slip off his outer tunic.  You feel him lie down next to you and brush hair off your forehead as he slides his hand down to your neck.  You feel the bed dip and then his lips are covering yours.  Gently, but insistently, his tongue probes your lips, and finally finds its way inside your mouth.  His tongue sweeps the inside of your mouth leaving no area uninvestigated.  His hand moves from your neck to your shoulder and then to the swell of your breast.  Sensing no resistance from you, he moves his hand lower to cup your breast and you feel him gently start to knead your breast.  Flames of desire start to lick your innermost areas at this new sensation, and you long for the feel of his calloused hand on the soft skin of your breast.  Picking up on this thought, the General smiles against your mouth and uses the Force to loosen the sash of your upper tunic.  With a whimper of despair, you realize his hand has left your breast only to feel the Force flutter your silk tunic open, leaving your swelling breasts open and vulnerable to his steady gaze.  You feel the heat rise in your face as he continues to stare unabashedly at your breasts.  Just as you open your mouth, he stifles your question with a searing kiss again probing its depths with his tongue.  When he breaks the kiss, you are breathless and you hear him whisper, “Shh, little one, you are very beautiful.”  Again, you feel the heat rise in your face as you begin to squirm uncomfortably under the intensity of his stare.  He breathes softly over your breasts causing goose bumps to rise over them.  He smiles at the goose bumps and starts to lazily caress your breasts.  He draws circles around each breast in turn, drawing ever so closer to your sensitive nipples but never quite reaching them.  Each time he gets close, desire pools in your belly at the anticipation of his touch, and each time you are disappointed when he widens the circle again.  The fire heats up as he begins tracing the maddening circles with his tongue, each time stopping just short of your aching nipples, until you are panting with desire, breathless with anticipation.  He senses your need and chuckles to himself. 

“Do you want me to touch them?” he whispers to your chest, blowing gently on your nipples, almost as if he realizes you cannot look him in the eye, 

“Yes, please,” you whisper raggedly, desperately aching to be touched there. 

“Soon enough,” he whispers, “soon enough,” as he continues the circles with his tongue on one breast and his hand on the other.  And just as you think you are about to go mad with the pleasurable ache, he flicks your nipple with his tongue.  You shudder as shock courses through you and you tremble as he finally closes his mouth around your nipple.  You gasp at the sudden and most welcome sensation.  He sucks greedily on it, gently rolling the other nipple with his thumb.  Liquid fire flows swiftly through your body, curling its tip at your most sensitive spot.  He continues to suck, placing gentle nips with his teeth until the pleasure is almost too much to bear and you reach out and grab his head.  He smiles at this only to continue to nip and suck in earnest while pinning your arms above your head with the Force.  Just as you are about to explode, he moves his mouth to your other nipple and begins his ministrations there, while gently rolling the first nipple with his fingers.  He licks and nips until he senses your struggles against the Force bonds again as you are sure he’s left another mark.  He grins at this, releases your bonds and starts to kiss and lick his way down your rib cage towards your belly button. 

His full beard tickles a trail down your abdomen preceding each lick and kiss until he is at the waistband of your tunic skirt.  As he reaches his hand over to unfasten your skirt, you reach down and grab his hand, suddenly nervous as to where this is leading.  He stretches back up to look in your eyes, gently probing your mind, and hearing the thoughts there, leans down and stifles any question with a possessive taking of your mouth.  Swept up in the intensity of the kiss you slowly release his hand and reach up to grasp his shoulder and pull him closer.  Having successfully distracted you with the kiss, he flicks the fastener on your skirt open and uses the Force to gently flutter the silk off of your body.  You realize this only belatedly when you feel his calloused hand on the bare skin of your hip.  He caresses your hip and then drifts his hand back up to gently knead your breast.  His mouth soon joins his hand on your breast and you twine your fingers in his hair, restless with the desire he has built up in you.  He slowly kisses his way down to your abdomen until he is licking at the little triangle-shaped scrap of cloth left covering your body.  Your hands grasp his head and he feels the muscles in your abdomen tense. 

He looks up at you questioningly and asks, “Has no one ever done this for you before?” 

You shake your head and whisper, “No.” 

A grin spreads slowly across his features as he glances back at the scrap of cloth covering tender areas that have never been licked, suckled, or kissed. 

“Or touched,” he hears whispered in his head.  His smile fades quickly away as he glances up at you sharply this time.  “But, I thought, the other guy, didn’t…” he trails off as you whisper, “his pleasure, not mine.” 

You see realization and anger dawn on his face and fight the tears threatening to spill at the unpleasant memory. 

“No tears,” he says firmly, “only pleasure, for BOTH of us.”  “Relax and enjoy this,” he says smiling and goes back to licking the edges of the triangle.

He gently strokes his hand up and down your thighs, gently parting them more with each stroke.  He places kisses on the triangle of silk until it is soaked through from his kisses and your desire.  He slides down your body and nudges your thighs apart with his shoulders.  You hear a muffled, “Sorry about this,” as he rips the silk and tosses it aside.  You now lay naked and open before his eyes, and he gazes in wonder at your center, untouched by any man’s hands.  He reaches up and gently strokes one finger up one side and then down the other.  Your hips move instinctively at this new sensation.  Grinning with desire, he leans in and starts to lick.  First one side, and then the other, repeating this over and over until he hears you moaning and feels you twisting the sheet restlessly in your hands.  The fire he is creating in you is unlike anything you have ever felt before.  There is this desperate aching need, a need to be filled, touched, and set free.  You feel his lips spread into a smile as he picks up on this thought and he slides his hands around to grip your bottom and squeeze, lifting your hips off the bed.  He finally gives one long lick down the center nearly sending you off the bed into orbit, but the touch that you so desperately need he hasn’t given you yet.  He slowly slides his tongue inside you almost driving you mad with the pleasure of it.  You feel a vibration as you hear him whisper against your body, “Do you want to come?” 

Barely able to whisper, you manage to gasp out, “Yes, please, General, now.” 

He smiles against your center, removes his tongue, and says the magic words from your vision, “Beg me.” 

Desperate with need, you twist the sheet and whisper, “Please, General, please finish it, please,” you finish breathlessly. 

He smiles and says, “As you wish, little one.” 

You feel his tongue once more inside you and then his lips close on that one spot, the one area where all the nerves in your body seem to be focused.  He closes on that bundle of nerves and draws it into his mouth flicking it with his tongue and nipping it with his teeth, sending you over the edge into orbit.  Pleasure explodes through your body radiating outward from that one spot, all the way to your toes.  You cry out his name in pleasure and arch your back off the bed as wave after pleasurable wave crashes over you. 

As your pleasure starts to ebb he moves up and starts kissing you.  You feel him slide a hand between your legs and ease a finger inside.  He easily slides the finger in and out slowly, stoking the fading embers of your desire.  You moan as you feel the fire start to burn again.  He adds a second finger to the fire, stretching new muscles inside you.  As he increases the rhythm of his thrusting you instinctively raise your hips to meet each movement.  You feel yourself balancing on the precipice again.  You feel him smile against your mouth, having picked up that thought.  He knows what you want and once again commands you, “Beg me.  I want to hear you beg.” 

And so you do, again.  You whisper, “Please General, please, finish it.” 

Growling low in his throat he says, “That’s not good enough.  Tell me what you want and beg me to do it.”

At his words, you almost tumble over the precipice but you need that one last stroke and you find yourself begging him helplessly, “Please make me come, General, please.” 

Once again, you feel him smile against your mouth as he continues to thrust his fingers inside you, and finally press his thumb against the bundle of nerves that has been your undoing.  You arch your back and shudder violently as you fall off the precipice and into the ocean of pleasure awaiting you.  You cry out, “Obi-Wan!” as your climax courses through you. 

As you ride the wave of your second mind-blowing orgasm, the General rids himself of his undertunic.  He gently nudges your legs apart with his and presses himself against you.  You feel the hard length of him and are startled out of the fog of pleasure.  He’s very large and he senses your fear of that.  He smiles down at you and says, “Don’t worry, we’ll go slow.”  He eases the head of his penis inside you waiting while you adjust to the new sensation.  He then slowly pushes inch by inch until he is firmly seated inside you.  You feel fulfilled, as you never have before, when he starts to move, starting up a whole new sensation.  The fire you thought was out is once again brought to a blaze as he continues to thrust in and out in a slow agonizing rhythm.  You want him to go faster and harder; you need him to go faster and harder.  And yet he pulls slowly out and then with excruciating deliberation sinks back inside you to the hilt.  You trail your hands down his back to his hips and grip his hips tightly, while raising your hips in an attempt to speed the rhythm.  He stills and you feel his hands grasp your wrists and place them above your head, and you realize he has bound your wrists with the Force again. 

“Do you want me to continue?” he asks gruffly. 

“Yes, please,” you whisper. 

“Then don’t move, let me control the rhythm, if you move, I’ll stop.  Remember, I’m in control,” he says sternly, as he continues the slow in and out rhythm.  You have to think about not moving your hips because the movement is almost instinctual.  He continues the slow deliberate thrusting building the anticipation in you to a maddening level.  As he pulls out, you instinctually move your hips to keep him.  He withdraws, growling, “I told you if you moved, I would stop.” 

“General, Please!” 

“Do you want it?” 

“Yes!” 

“Then do as I say and don’t move,” he says as he enters again with that same slow deliberation.  He continues the slow thrusting until you are whimpering with need, almost in tears.

“Do you want to move?” he asks, huskily.

“Yes, oh please, yes,” you reply breathlessly.

“How much?” 

“A …great deal.”

“Then tell me what you want.”

You blush furiously at the question and he starts to withdraw.

“Please…,” you stammer.

“Please what?  Tell me what you would like me to do.”

“Please let me come, General.”

 He slowly thrusts inside you, and says, “Who is controlling your pleasure?”

“You are,” you whisper.

He withdraws and says, “So who would you be coming for?”

“You.”

“So, tell me again what you would like to do,” he growls.

“Please General, please let me come for you.”

“And this would happen if you could move?” he asks, as he slowly thrusts again.

“Yes, please General, I need it.” 

“Then move,” he says as he withdraws and then thrusts back in again quickly.  Your hips rise to meet him thrust for thrust.  He reaches around and grabs your buttocks pulling you closer to him and allowing him to penetrate deeper with each thrust.  You can feel your climax approaching, knowing it won’t take much longer.  A few more thrusts and he reaches down to massage your clit, pressing down ever so slightly.  The powerful thrusting and the light massaging combine forces and you find yourself tottering on the edge again.  You hear him start to groan in time with his thrusts and realize that he must be close as well.  Then with one final thrust you are both falling over the edge and you reach out with your empathic ability and allow him to feel what you are feeling and he screams with the intensity of it.  You feel yourself clenching instinctively around his length, and each muscle spasm sends a shockwave of pleasure through both of your bodies.  You are both floating, riding the wave of pleasure.

It is several minutes before you both settle back on this plain of existence.  You rest your head on his chest as he cradles you in his arms.  “I told you that you would enjoy this,” he says kissing the top of your head.  You snuggle deeper into his arms in response.  You hear his deep voice in your head whisper sleepily, “Mine.”  You drape an arm possessively across his chest and whisper, “Mine.”  He smiles in the darkness and kisses the top of your head and whispers, “Yours” and as you drift off to sleep, you hear him whisper “Mine” one final time.

The End