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When Anakin was 16 years old, everything changed. 

As the door to Master Qui-Gon’s apartment slid open, he walked right in, not thinking much of it. He had walked into his master's suite many, many times over the years – announced and unannounced. But this time, as the door slid closed behind him, something felt off . The suite was quiet and dark except for a sliver of light coming from the bedroom. 

Well, at least he’s still awake. 

Anakin made as little noise as possible as he crept through the suite, careful not to scare his master too badly. As he got closer to the bedroom, he heard a low murmuring which surprised him. He paused for a moment to clamp his shields down tightly. He couldn't hear what exactly his master was saying, but his soft baritone was easily identifiable. Anakin’s greatest shock came when another voice, belonging to a woman, replied. 

Anakin's eyes widened and his heartbeat quickened. 

Master Qui-Gon had never spoken of a woman, of interest in one or being with one, or anyone for that matter . He vaguely remembered his master talking about someone from when Qui-Gon was a padawan, and Tahl, of course, but otherwise he knew very little about any of his relationships. 

Perhaps she was just visiting… but if that was the case, why would they be in his bedroom ?

Anakin knew he should probably leave – forget everything right up until this moment, but he couldn't move. Who was she? Did Anakin know her? Why had Qui-Gon never mentioned her? He tiptoed closer in the hopes that he could hear what was being said. His curiosity may yet be the death of him one day.

"But I don't like it, I have a bad feeling about it."

Anakin froze again. He'd know that voice anywhere. It was Master Obi-Wan. He oh-so-carefully peered into the room through the crack in the door, and he was stunned. 

Obi-Wan – perfect, by-the-book Master Obi-Wan – was sitting on the edge of his master’s bed, naked. Well, mostly naked. 

She was wearing a lacy, see-through bra that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Her hands were tucked under her thighs which had the perhaps unintended effect of pushing her lovely breasts together. Qui-Gon was reclining on the bed behind her, propped up on one elbow, his other hand resting on his hip. He, too, was shirtless, but otherwise covered by a sheet, and his long hair was untied, falling across his shoulder.  

It was so… domestic and intimate .

Anakin sucked in a breath when Qui-Gon leaned forward and kissed Obi-Wan's arm.

"So you've said," Qui-Gon chuckled. 

"It's not funny, master," she huffed as he continued to kiss up her arm. 

Anakin swallowed hard. What was going on?  

All he knew was, he shouldn't be here. 

He shouldn't be watching 

He should be fleeing.

"And I worry about you," she added. 

Qui-Gon just smiled as he sat up and slowly pulled her bra strap down then pressed kisses to her neck and shoulder. Her short cropped hair and the tilt of her head made it very easy for him to find all the skin he wanted. 

When she finally relaxed her shoulders with an exhale, Qui-Gon pulled the strap further down her arm.

Anakin clenched his fists, swallowing hard when he realized he was becoming aroused.  

He shouldn't be looking at master Obi-Wan like this. Or Master Qui-Gon either, if he was honest. And also, he didn't want to see his master like this. He didn't want to think about the man having… having SEX. 

Anakin always thought Obi-Wan was pretty, even when she was a gangly padawan at their first meeting – anyone with eyes would see it. He certainly loved her, but he'd never really thought about her in this way. 

Well, at least not too often. 

How long had she and Qui-Gon been... together?

Anakin knew she could be very flirty and persuasive. He'd seen her with Quinlan Vos and Siri Tachi and others out on missions, even sometimes flirting with people they didn't know, but he didn't think Qui-Gon would have been one to fall for her antics. Anakin also didn't think she would have used them on her own master . 

Obi-Wan turned so she was now facing Qui-Gon. "Do you think if you just kiss me and make love to me that I'll suddenly forget and forgive you?"

Anakin was sure his heart stopped beating then. 

Qui-Gon laid down and in one swift movement hauled her over his lap. "I was hoping for that, yes," he laughed as his hands ran up her thighs to her ribs. 

Obi-Wan groaned low in her throat as she placed her hands over Qui-Gon’s and moved them to her breasts. Anakin had never heard her make a noise like that and it went straight to his groin. She had begun to slowly circle her hips which was incredibly hypnotic. 

Qui-Gon then reached up and pulled on her other strap until he had pulled the front of her bra down, completely revealing her perfect tits. She made the sweetest noises as she rolled her hips, and Anakin knew that if he stayed for one more second he was going to have a mess on his hands – or in his pants rather.

When Qui-Gon sat up and took one of her nipples in his mouth, Anakin fled. He didn't even care that he was probably making too much noise, he just ran. 

He was already far down the hall when Obi-Wan jumped up and checked the room for noise. Finding nothing but a dark living area, she closed the door to the bedroom, removed her last bit of clothes, then resumed her position on top of her old master.

Anakin barely made it inside his small quarters in time. The door slid shut behind him and he fell against it, breathing hard. He quickly unzipped his trousers and took his cock in hand. He only had to stroke a few times before he came on his trousers. 

He gasped for breath as he slammed his head against the door. 

What was wrong with him?

It would be five long years before he ever saw her like that again.

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As soon as she walks through the door on the arm of Senator Bail Organa, Anakin can’t take his eyes off her. He’s still on the other side of the room, but he can see that Obi-Wan is wearing a blue gown instead of her 'fancy dress tunics' (as she lovingly called them). And to Anakin's biggest surprise, the neckline is a very deep V which amounts to a lot of pale skin on display . Anakin knocks back the rest of his Alderaanian wine. 

Senator Organa looks extremely pleased with himself – bordering on smug, Anakin thinks –  as he walks towards the center of the room with the gorgeous Jedi Master on his arm. 

And where's his wife, the queen? 

His eyes quickly scan the large ballroom and he finds Queen Breha standing halfway up the winding staircase leading to the musician's balcony. She's deep in conversation with some dignitary or something, but she too stops to watch her husband and the Jedi. Anakin narrows his eyes, here we go .

Except… The queen's gaze tracks the couple across the dance floor, and she doesn't look angry or suspicious like he expected. Not at all. In fact, there seems to be a heat in her gaze. 

Anakin frowns. He's at a loss. 

He picks up yet another glass of the sweet red Alderaanian wine and downs it quickly. If Master Kenobi was beside him, she would no doubt tell him to slow down. But that would be rather hypocritical of her – he's seen her drink, he knows she could challenge anyone in this room right now. And win. 

The thought confuses him for a moment when he compares that Obi-Wan to this Obi-Wan he sees in the senator's arms. 

The small orchestra upstairs starts a new piece and Bail turns to his partner and bows. She gives a small curtsy – always the diplomat, educated in all the niceties of culture – and Bail positions them to dance. Anakin continues his stroll around the room along the periphery, and his eyes never leave the pair. 

It's the Alderaanian Waltz so the couples circle and spin around each other. As Bail and Obi-Wan turn, Anakin can see now that the back of her gown has a deep V to match the front – this is where the senator's hand resides, holding her close. 

As they spin closer amongst the other couples, Anakin can still see the wedding ring on Bail's left hand. "Did he forget he was married?" Anakin mumbles to himself. 

He stops now because they’re close, even though they will eventually move away again. From this vantage point, he can see that her gown has little stars all over it, and it sparkles as she moves and shifts in the glow of the chandeliers. The gown's sleeves are long and sheer and also shimmer when she moves. 

Where did she even get it? He didn't know she owned such a thing. 

As they twirl, a pale, slender leg peaks out from a long slit in her skirt. It goes almost all the way to her hip, and Anakin swallows thickly again. As a waiter passes by with a tray of some unknown amber-colored liquid in short glasses, Anakin grabs two and downs them quickly. This is going to be a long night. 

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"How many Alderaanian wines is that now?" 

The smooth, deep voice behind him is gentle but it startles him anyway. Anakin turns swiftly and finds himself face-to-face with the subject of five years of fantasies. She's even more stunning up close. 

Within the last few months, she had let her short hair grow a bit, and now it was just long enough to curl around her ears and cover the nape of her neck. It had been carefully put into place, and a small star that matches her gown's design is pinned in her hair to keep back a small swoop of her bangs. 

Anakin couldn't remember the last time she had worn makeup either, but tonight her eyes are rimmed in kohl making the blue pop. Her cheeks are rosy but whether it's from makeup, the warm room, or the exertion of dancing, he isn't sure. Her lips are painted a dark red which is a very surprising choice, yet it isn't out of place and works surprisingly well with her skin tone. 

His eyes move down from her face to her chest where he finally sees a trio of delicate silver chains that drape across her sternum and hold the front of the gown in place. The edges of her soft, round breasts peek outside the fabric, and Anakin wants nothing more than to slide his palm under the fabric and over those beautiful mounds. 

A sudden flash of his old master taking her nipple in his mouth comes to his mind and his face flushes instantly. 

"Are you ok, Anakin?" She asks, all concern, and places a hand on his gloved arm. There's no way she hadn't caught him ogling her, but she kindly ignores it. 

He quickly shakes himself out of that particular daydream. He hates that his mind went there so quickly. That was 5 years ago!  

He clears his throat, making sure to avert his eyes – anywhere but her. "Fine… I'm fine. Master. Obi-Wan," he stutters and downs the rest of his drink. 

She cocks an eyebrow – he knows that look well. "You seem to be very attached to the alcohol tonight." 

As if on cue, another waiter stops and offers them both a glass of the white Alderaanian wine. She takes one with a slight bow of her head, he takes another one against his better judgment. 

"You just jealous you can't one-up me tonight?" He asks into his glass, still carefully avoiding her gaze. 

She huffs, but his surprise comes when she hooks her hand into his elbow and they walk, arm-in-arm. She nods and raises her glass to the few dignitaries and politicians she knows. They in turn smile politely or bow. She's so smooth and suave, and he's jealous of her ability to turn on that persona. Because that's most certainly what it is – a persona. He had seen it, and her, in action many times and only wished he could be as diplomatic. But he was also one of the few who knew the real Obi-Wan Kenobi, and he felt strangely privileged to be able to see her that way. 

He lifts his chin as they pass – that's right, she's with me , he thinks.

As they continue their walk, they remain quiet, but it’s calming just to be by her side, to feel her warmth next to his. He's very aware of what a gem he holds on his arm. She is stunning, and he knows that others are thinking the same by their lingering glances. However, some of them look a little too long and he suddenly feels fiercely protective and possessive of her. 

As another new song begins upstairs, she puts her glass down on a nearby table, takes Anakin's and does the same, then holds out her hand. 

"Dance with me?" 

Anakin's eyes widen. He remembered the dance lessons they'd had in the great hall of the Jedi Temple more than a decade ago, but he really hadn't danced much since then, especially not like this. He would have been more comfortable in a club in the lower levels, and he hated the Coruscant night life. No one really judged you there – the clubs were dark and the patrons were too drunk or high on spice. 

"Of course, master," he says as he places his hand in hers. Her fingers are surprisingly warm. 

"Obi-Wan," she smiles as she moves them into position just as he had seen Bail do with her. She brings their bodies close together and he takes the liberty of placing his gloved hand on the middle of her back. He only wished it was his flesh hand so he could feel her soft skin. 

She leads their dance, and like with everything else, she is skilled and precise in her movements. He follows her, just like he always did and always would. His skin prickles when he feels her looking at him, watching him, but he can’t think of a single thing to say. Most of the couples talk as they dance, but he needs to take his mind off her, and it’s hard to do that in the current situation. 

"So, this dress yours?" He finally asks, looking at her again. "I think I would have remembered it." Shut up, shut up…

She laughs, "Oh no, definitely not, it’s Breha's. She wouldn't let me wear my fancy dress tunics." 

"Ah, hmm," he says, looking down at her chest again. Wasn't it strange that the queen would be so interested in what a Jedi Master wore?

"It's a little small, I think," she frowns as her hand moves from where it rested on his right bicep. She pulls at the front of her dress, trying to adjust it to cover her more, but it is a futile task. "And I feel rather naked, if I'm honest."

Anakin nearly chokes. 

"Are you okay?" She looks at him again, but there's more suspicion there this time than concern. 

He wants the floor to swallow him. "Yes, fine, fine."

To help take his mind off the beautiful woman in his arms he tries looking around the room, to think of anything but her. Of how much he wants to get her out of that dress. 

As they pass the Organas, both of them greet Obi-Wan brightly. He then thought of how interesting it would be that the queen would just let Obi-Wan borrow her clothes. It made him wonder how close they all were. He knew Obi-Wan had been through an ordeal with Bail on their mission to Zigoola, and going through something horrific like that together bonded people. But Obi-Wan preferred not to talk about it much.

Had she and Bail ever…? Or she and Breha??

His mind suddenly wanders to Obi-Wan’s love life, which was a topic he didn't know much about except for one very specific instance. He knows she can be a determined flirt and she is beautiful, so no doubt she has had many partners. At least, that is his assumption. 

But, he only knows of one. One very important partner who broke her heart. He was already nervous as hell, so he might as well bring up the subject of Qui-Gon Jinn. 

"Master Qui-Gon would have hated this," he says against his better judgment. 

She makes eye contact with him again and he can tell she’s trying her best not to twist her face into a scowl. He would probably regret this later. 

It takes her a few moments, and he was actually afraid she wouldn't say anything at all, but she finally does. "Yes, he would have."

With the alcohol buzzing in his head, he pushes further. 

"Would he have even come on this mission? Or sent you alone?" 

She purses her dark red lips. "He was your master, too, you tell me.” 

Well yes but our relationship was nothing like yours, he wanted to say, but actually thought better of it. 

They had kept their relationship very quiet and what little Anakin knew was either by accident or just when they forgot Anakin was in the room. In some quiet moments, Qui-Gon would wrap an arm around Obi-Wan and give her little kisses and touches when they thought no one was looking. But Anakin seemed to always be looking. 

Then, as he got older, he wished it could be him. But he wouldn't have dared go against his own master. Especially not when he could see how much Obi-Wan loved him, too. 

Then Qui-Gon left. 

The war began and the entire Republic was thrown right into the middle of it. The Jedi Order in particular were thrown into the leadership and strategy completely against their will and wishes, forced into service by the Republic and the Chancellor. And when the Separatists were invading and destroying whole worlds, they were unable to stand idly by and do nothing. 

But Qui-Gon wanted no part of it anyway, so he left. 

He had finished Anakin's apprenticeship just as the war began, they really had no choice, then submitted his resignation to the Council. He was moving to Felucia to study the flora and fauna – at least that's what he said he would be doing. 

Anakin didn't know what was said between them behind closed doors, but he knew Obi-Wan was deeply unhappy for a while. In the year after he left, she threw herself into her duties as general and was gone a lot. Anakin suddenly felt adrift, like he was missing two masters instead of just the one. And in one particularly vulnerable night when he was off-world with the 501st and she with the 212th, he told her as much. 

When they both later returned from those missions, they spent more time together as they could. They ignored the elephant in the room, but he was just happy to be with her. They didn't talk about Qui-Gon – ever. 

Not until now anyway.

"He would have sent you to the ball alone," Anakin says, considering her seriously and she looks at him. "If he had even come to the planet on the mission with you, he would have sent you into this den of lions on your own. But even though you're more than capable of handling it, it doesn't mean you should have to… handle them alone." He wouldn't leave her. He was here with her now. 

The music slows to a close and all the couples on the dance floor stop. Obi-Wan turns away from Anakin but as they clap for the musicians, he can see her wipe her eyes gently. When turns to face him again, she’s fine.

"I think I need some air," she says as she heads to the open balcony doors. 

He hesitates not knowing whether or not she wants to be alone. He wants to go with her more than anything, but he can also appreciate wanting to be alone. That's how she was. 

She gets a few steps away then turns back to him, "You can join me if you like." 

He nods, "Of course, Obi-Wan." He follows a few steps behind her. Even her back in the dress was gorgeous. 

Out on the balcony, she stops and leans down on the stone railing. It’s significantly cooler outside but certainly not cold. It was a bit of a balmy night on Alderaan, but the balcony had so few people on it, there was no extra heat from all the bodies. He takes her in again as he leans back against the railing – her dress almost twinkles in the lights from the nearby city.

"I'm such a fool," she says quietly. "And I feel like a painted clown."

Anakin wrinkles his brow in confusion. "What? Obi-Wan, you're crazy, you're not a fool. Why would you say that?" She huffs a laugh but doesn't respond. 

He takes a deep breath, inhaling all the courage he can muster, and he reaches out to touch her back. He smooths his flesh hand down the exposed V of skin. She flinches and straightens her back, but doesn't move or chide him. He continues to rub her back, emboldened by her lack of protest.

"Also, you're the most beautiful thing here. In that room! On this planet!" He adds with a smile. 

At length, she turns to him and smiles back. "You're sweet, Anakin. You've always been sweet." She reaches up to gently stroke his cheek. 

Before she can move it away, he places his hand over hers, capturing it against his cheek then turns his head to kiss her palm. He holds eye contact with her as he presses another kiss to her palm then the inside of her wrist. 

"Anakin," she breathes. 

He moves his hand to her chest so she can feel the thumping of his heart.

"Anakin," she tries again a little more sternly. 

"What, Obi-Wan?" He grins and steps closer.

"We can't, we–"

He shakes his head. "Don't say it." 

She looks back inside, certainly trying to see if anyone is watching them But again, only Anakin is watching. 

"Anakin, I'm 16 –"

He rolls his eyes, "Sixteen years older? Is that what you were going to say?" 

She sighs and tries to step back but he wraps his free arm around her to keep her in place. 

"How much older was Qui-Gon than you? Was it 25 years? And wasn't he your master?" He’s whispering harshly now, trying his best to keep his voice down. 

"Anakin, that's not… what does that…" She stops and starts over, searching for what she wants to say, but finally settles on, "Twenty three years actually." 

He laughs, "23 years, Obi-Wan!" 

"What does that have to do with anything anyway?" 

He admires her tactic of trying to play dumb. 

"Master, please… I know ." 

Her eyes widen as slow resignation comes over her face. She closes her eyes and exhales. He drops his arms, freeing her from his clutches. She doesn’t move away but she feels further than she ever has before. 

"I'm sorry, Anakin." 

"For what? For having the audacity to love someone? For giving them your heart?"

She looks at him sadly, "For lying to you. For keeping it from you all these years."

"Oh…" 

She turns to face the ballroom again and crosses her arms over her chest. Despite how dressed up she is, she still looks every inch General Kenobi at this moment. 

"I still love him, I probably always will, but he is the one who left. Just as you said."

"You don't…have to stop loving him," Anakin replies gently. He wasn't sure if he should say any more, but he feels encouraged now that she has opened up to him, even slightly. "But… I hope there's room for others in your heart." His own heart is in his throat. 

She turns to him again. "Others?" 

She’s still so close, so he begins to lean in closer, tilting his head. "Well, just one."

Surprisingly, Obi-Wan is closing in, too. She looks down at his lips then back up to his eyes. "Oh yes? Do you have someone in mind?"

He has her. He grins. 

"Maybe." He closes the space between them and finally kisses her.

She doesn’t stop him or move away, but instead puts her arms around his neck and deepens the kiss. That was all the permission he needed to wrap his arms around her again and pull her close. He places his left hand flat against her exposed back, reveling in the feel of so much skin under his palm. 

After a few long beautiful moments, Anakin begrudgingly pulls away for air, but presses their foreheads together to maintain the contact he so craved.

"How did you know, Anakin?"

Alarm bells ring in his head. Why would she ask him that? What should he say ? 

Unfortunately, the alcohol speaks for him. 

"I saw you. The both of you. In his quarters. And sometimes, when you thought no one was looking… he would give you little kisses. I noticed."

Her brow wrinkles and her hands slide down from his shoulders. "When you say in his quarters…"

Anakin winces. 

At this, she backs out of his hold. "Oh. Oh no." 

He wants to reach out for her again, but she steps further away. 

"Anakin, I… I don't know what to say. I'm so sorry. I'm so–" She stutters as she presses a hand to her chest. "I’m so embarrassed. You never should have seen something like that." 

"Master, you have nothing to be embarrassed about!"

"What??"

He grimaces, "That came out wrong, I mean, I uh…I'm just, it's not your fault. I shouldn't have been there, I know."

"When?" She asks suddenly. 

"Huh?"

"When, Anakin?"

He scratches the back of his neck. "Uhh….I was, I think I was 16?" He knew he was 16. He could tell her the date and time, the memory (and his shame) was still so burned in his mind he could never forget it. 

"Oh, Anakin," she looks at him like she'd never be more disappointed. He wasn't sure if it was with him or herself. Perhaps both.

When she turns back towards the gardens, he moves behind her and places an arm on either side of her, caging her in. 

" Anakin… "

"Yes?" He asks then presses a kiss behind her ear. She smells as good as she looked. He inhales her and begins working his way down her neck to her shoulder. "And you were just as beautiful then as you are now."

"Anakin…" she says again except now there was no firmness in her voice. In fact, it was rather shaky. "Not here, Anakin." 

He smiles against the nape of her neck. 

"But it's too early to leave this wretched gala," she says as she turns in his arms. This gives him a chance to kiss her again. He will never tire of this. 

"I know a place," he says with a devilish grin. Before she has a chance to object, he grabs her hand and pulls her off the balcony, down the stairs, and away from the politicians, the mission, and all their responsibilities. Somewhere where it can only be the two of them. 

"Where are we even going?" She still holds onto his hand while holding her skirts up with her other hand, trying not to get them too dirty. A walk through the garden had not been on the horizon when Breha said she could borrow such a gorgeous dress. 

They walk quickly through the gardens behind the palace, until they come to a few of the out buildings on the property. Anakin had seen them on the map when he was checking the pre-gala security, and had come across them on a walk that afternoon. 

Anakin finds the glass gazebo he’s looking for, and it’s blessedly still unlocked, so he takes them inside, leaving the door cracked behind them. There are no lights inside, but the small glass room is illuminated by the palace and the party inside, creating a romantic mood inside.

He pulls her flush with his body and begins kissing her in earnest. She responds as if a fire has been lit in her belly.  

He finally has her in his arms and he’s never going to let her go. His hands begin to roam everywhere, eventually finding the slit in her gown. Slowly, tentatively, he slips his hand under her skirt where he finds smooth, warm skin.

She hums as he strokes her thigh. "Anakin, yes…"

He’s exhilarated and turned on by her approval, so he steps backwards towards a bench as he continues to kiss her. When the backs of his knees hit the bench, he sits down with a thud and they both laugh. 

As Obi-Wan laughs, she takes his face in her hands and kisses his forehead. It feels so wonderful to be loved by her. 

"I love it when you say my name," he says as he pulls her down to sit in his lap. 

"Do you? Anakin?" She asks as she kisses his cheek. "Anakin, Anakin, Anakin," she breathes into his skin as she kisses the corner of his mouth, his jaw, and his neck. 

She’s nipping at the skin behind his ear, when he slips hand under her skirt again and she gasps. 

He looks at her with concern. "Is this okay?" She nods quickly and guides his hand between her legs. 

Anakin groans, "Obi-Wan… you're so…" 

" Yes, Anakin… " She moans when he pulls her panties to the side and finally touches her. 

"You're already so wet for me," he growls as he runs his fingers through her folds. "I want to taste you."

Her breath hitches at his filthy admission. 

"I don't, I don't think there's – ah! – we can't, not here ," she manages to get out as his fingers work their magic. 

Without warning, Anakin stands, pulling Obi-Wan up with him. She whimpers at the loss of his touch. He sits her down on the bench and drops to his knees in front of her.

"Anakin! No you can't, you'll get your pants dirty," she protests. 

He chuckles as he finds the slit in her dress again. He pushes her skirt apart until her legs are completely uncovered and he can see her dark lacy underwear. When he slowly runs his hands over her knees and across her thighs, she spreads her legs for him.

"My pants are already dark, Obi-Wan, no one is going to see a little dirt on my knees. And anyway, no one will be looking at me ." 

He leans down and kisses the inside of her thigh which makes her spread her legs even wider. As he kisses, licks, and noses at the sensitive skin there, she moves her hands to his hair. 

Taking the invitation, Anakin pushes aside the front of her panties again, and finally puts his mouth on her, his warm breath ghosting over her sex. She gasps and grabs a handful of his curls, which causes him to moan. 

With his free hand, he spreads her open with his long fingers and licks deep into her, tasting her. Never in a million years did he ever imagine he could be with her like this. 

" Ah, ah!” Her fingers tighten in his curls and she begins to babble . “Just like… yes, right there, yes ." 

He alternates between licking and sucking her clit and thrusting his tongue into her warm, wet core. The gazebo is filled with the noises of her breathing and gasping and the obscene sounds of him lapping her up. There was no way he wasn't going to come in his pants tonight. 

As he continues to lick into her, nuzzling her clit with his nose, she slowly rolls her hips. The press of her core against his face, her taste, her smell…it’s all intoxicating. He might have drank a lot tonight, but he feels completely sober. Instead he’s completely drunk on her.

"I'm– I'm so, so close , Ana-" 

He’s feeling another bit of boldness, so he inserts a finger inside her, and crooks it, rubbing her inner walls. 

"Oh! Anakin!" She pulls his hair again.

He’s been so intent on her pleasure that he hadn’t looked at her face. He looks up at her as he kisses her outer folds. Her eyes are closed, her face twisted in pleasure. Her right hand had slipped inside her dress to touch herself. Anakin sits back suddenly – he wants to do that for her, too.

"What?" She asks, breathing heavily as Anakin pulls away. 

"Can I?" He looks up at her through long eyelashes and places a hand over the one under her dress.

"Oh, well, yes…” She agrees, surprised. “if you'd like.” 

"Obi-Wan, please, of course I would like,” he rolls his eyes.

He runs his gloved hand across his mouth while he watches her. He assumed she would shimmy the dress off one shoulder, but because of the silver chains in the front, both sleeves comes down at the same time, revealing her completely naked chest. 

"Oh…" he breathes out. He pushes himself up until he’s standing on his knees and shuffles forward. 

She chuckles quietly as she puts her hands around his neck and pulls him closer. "I can't believe you're going to leave me hanging like that." 

He huffs a laugh, "Don't worry, I will finish what I started." 

As he allows his gaze to rake across her chest, he licks his lips – he can hardly believe that all of his fantasies have become real. When he finally closes his mouth around her nipple, he closes his eyes and moans. As he sucks on one tit, he reaches up and grabs the other and begins to massage it. It’s heavier than he expected. She places a hand over his so he will squeeze harder.

"Just like that, my beautiful boy," she groans. 

The praise and term of endearment go straight to his achingly hard cock. 

He eventually moves his mouth to her other breast to give it the same attention, sucking, licking, and gently biting her nipple as she writhes below him. She’s closed her eyes again, completely lost in her pleasure, so Anakin uses the element of surprise to slip his hand into her panties again to make good on his promise. 

" Ah ah, ah! Anakin! " She cries out. 

Watching her squirm under his touch is addictive. Tasting her, smelling her, touching her, and being the one who can unravel General Obi-Wan Kenobi is addictive. 

As he continues to rub her clit with his thumb, he inserts two fingers inside her and within a few seconds, she comes with a shout. 

"Oh, oh, gods," she says between gasping breaths. She has cradled Anakin's head to her chest, keeping him in place, not that he wants to move from her tits anyway. "Oh Anakin, that … it felt so good ." 

He finally releases her nipple with a wet pop and she allows him to pull away. Their eyes lock as he brings his hand to his mouth and licks his fingers clean. She leans down to kiss him hard and tastes herself on his tongue and lips. 

Once finished, she sits back against the glass of the gazebo. He falls back onto his haunches, wrecked and out of breath. She looks positively ruined, sitting there half naked in her ball gown, her skirt still pulled apart and her legs spread. 

I did that , he smiled proudly to himself. 

"I don't think I can go back in there," she says between breaths. 

He chuckles, "Well I definitely can't. My pants are dirty, my hands are dirty, and I–" He trails off and motions towards the bulge still in his pants. It feels like he’s been hard for an eternity.

She looks down and immediately says, "Switch places with me." 

"What? Obi-Wan, no! You can't kneel on this floor in your gown, I won't let you, first of all, "

"Well you're not really in charge of me, are you? Now do as I say."

No, he was going to come from being bossed around. But he doesn’t – not yet – and he does as she says. He watches in wonder as she spreads out her skirt and kneels on the ground in front of him, her bare knees in the dirt. 

"The beauty of a long skirt is no one can see my knees, but you," she smiles wickedly and reaches for the closure of his trousers. 

He lets his head fall back against the window, the image of a topless Obi-Wan kneeling before him burned inside his mind. It was sexy and thrilling, especially in that anyone could possibly come by at any time. He found himself wanting someone to see. 

She makes quick work of loosening his trousers, pulling out his cock then swallowing him down. His hisses and his hips jerk forward, which makes her gag a little

"I'm so sorry, Obi-Wan!" He puts his hand on her cheek as she pulls off. 

"It's okay, I really should have warned you," she smiles. "It's nothing I can't handle."

He would not think about her going down on other lovers in her past. He wouldn't. Especially not Qui-Gon.

Oh damn, now that's all he can think about. That was, until she slipped her lips around him again, slowly and carefully taking all of him into her mouth.

He knew he wasn't going to last long and he didn't. 

"I'm gonna, Obi-Wan, I'm gonna–"

She hums in satisfaction as he spills down the back of her throat. She doesn’t even flinch, just swallows it all. He also can’t think about how she became so skilled at that. 

After a few moments, she stands, wobbling a little when she gets back on her feet. He’s still sitting there, unable to move, as she delicately fixes her dress and puts herself back together. It’s amazing to watch her work so deftly. 

"Now if I could get into the 'freshers and clean up so I don't smell of sex…" she says as she brushes off her skirt. 

Anakin chuckles as he finally tucks himself back in and fastens his trousers. "I don't know, master, you might be able to finagle some needed negotiations reeking of pheromones."

She laughs, "I don't think so, my dear." 

She rubs the corner of her mouth with her thumb then sticks it in her mouth. He stands and steps forward to take her in his arms again. He kisses her gently this time.  

"When can we…?" 

"Hmm? When can we what, Anakin?" 

"You know…" He can’t say it. He just can’t. Not even after all they had just done. 

She chuckles, "Well you know where my suite is." 

Heat begins to pool in his groin again. One of them had better leave before he became hard again. 

"I really need to get back inside,” she says as she makes her way back to the door.  “I’m afraid that someone has surely figured out I'm missing.” 

Anakin stands in the middle of the gazebo watching her. If anyone realized she was missing, it was most certainly Bail and Breha. The thought gives him pause. 

"Come back in ten minutes or so," she says before she leaves. "Don't make it look so… obvious."

"Yes, master," he nods, tightly. Would they go back so quickly to the way they were before? 

"Obi-Wan, my love," she smiles gently. 

"Obi-Wan," he smiles back and watches her swish away. His gaze follows her as far as he can, and when she finally gets out of sight, he falls back onto the bench and exhales, long and loud. 

He runs his hands through his curls, thinking of her own fingers there, how she hadn't hesitated to do the same while he pleasured her. 

He wanted more, and he knew he shouldn't.