Author: Lisa
Fandom: Star Wars - Obi Wan Kenobi
Rating: PG
Lisa suppressed a shiver as she opened the door to her house. Whose crazy idea was it to have an outside Christmas stroll in Montana, in the winter? How come they never have a fourth of July stroll? was the last thing she thought before a blinding flash of light stole her consciousness.
She woke to the gentle stoking of a callused hand across her cheek. Her lashes fluttered and she slowly opened her eyes. And beheld the most amazing sight.
"Yo..you..you're Obi-Wan Kenobi!" There was no mistaking the piecing gray eyes, the well-trimmed beard and the golden red hair falling in soft waves to his shoulders.
A chuckle rumbled in his chest. "I certainly hope so," His voice was lightly accented. "since this is my quarters."
She shivered again only this time it wasn't from the cold. "Where am I?"
"You're in my quarters." He reiterated. "And you are obviously freezing." He gathered her up as if she weighed nothing and strode toward the fresher unit in the back of his room. Still holding her in his arms he turned to the large tub. "Water, 38 degrees." Steaming water began to fill the tub from hidden faucets.
Lisa was speechless as he set her down and started to undress her. Her coat was unzipped and removed followed quickly by her sweater. Her shoes and jeans were next. Soon she was standing before the Jedi in nothing but a thin camisole and panties. Another shiver.
"Room temperature increase 5 degrees" Immediately warm air flooded the room. "I'll give you some privacy to slip into the water." Obi-Wan turned his back.
Deciding that arguing would be foolish and she really was chilled, Lisa stripped off her remaining clothes and slid into the water. A sigh escaped as warmth infused her frozen limbs.
"Better?" The Jedi asked as he turned. "Lean forward, I'll wash your back."
Unable to resist, Lisa did as she was told. A soft cloth rubbed against the skin of her back. Just the right amount of pressure, not too rough but not too light either. Another sigh escaped, that quickly turned into a yelp as a body slid in behind her.
"You still seem cold." A low voice rumbled in her ear. "And everyone knows that shared body heat is the best way to warm up." Strong arms pulled Lisa back against a smooth chest. "Relax, little one." A simple wave of the hand and she sank against him.
Lisa leaned back as he stroked the soft cloth across her breasts and down her belly. She could feel his hardness pressing against the small of her back. Now that is a real Jedi lightsabre. She moaned as the cloth dipped farther down to the junction of her thighs. Soon the stroking was matched by tiny licks on her neck. His soft beard tickled her skin and his rough tongue scrapped her skin.
His tongue really is rough… very rough. What the hell?
Lisa's eyes fluttered open to make contact with the golden eyes and fuzzy face of her cat, Ben. She shook her head and immediately regretted it. Pain spiked at her temple. Looking around she realized that the cats had knocked over the Christmas tree again. She had obviously tripped over it as she came in and fallen, cracking her head against the small table near the door.
The cat meowed softly and licked her face again. She half-heartedly pushed him away. "You're not the Ben I was hoping for." I knew it was too good to be true. Dang those gals and guy at the Gaslight for all this talk about bathtubs.
~fin~