Title: Danger Little Stranger

Author: Cerulean Blue

Rating: NC17 as per usual

Category: ABH, PWP

Disclaimer: I don't own anything SW or VG related.

Summary: When the General sets his sights on someone, she's bound to fall

AN--Special thanks to Silver Alaska, who gave me a title.
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You can't help but feel you're being watched.  All day today, as you went 
about your business on the ship, you felt a set of eyes boring into your 
back.  You shrug it off, beings as you are the only female officer on this 
ship.  You get back to your quarters and hang up your uniform jacket.  You 
kick off your shoes and head back to your bedroom, ready to take a long nap 
when you jump.

General Kenobi is sprawled across your bed, naked, holding two champagne 
flutes in his delicate fingers.  He rolls over, handing you a glass, and you 
take a large gulp to steady your nerves.  He watches, his eyes leering at 
you in half-interest, half-desire.

"Sir..is this some sort of bet with the crew?  Because if it is, I'm 
appalled.  You'd think that a CO would respect his men..and woman."  You 
toss him an afghan.  "Start explaining."

The General merely drags you down for a long, hot kiss that steals your 
breath and makes you conciously tell your heart to beat.  His hands come 
around to cup your ass, squeezing lightly.  You separate from him, and touch 
your forehead to his, breathing heavily.

"That was...nice."  The General smiles again and begins to work on your 
shirt when you remembered what you asked him.

"Explanation."  He sighs loudly and pulls your shirt away.

"As soon as you stepped on this ship, I knew I had to have you.  It's 
dangerous, pure unbridled desire.  Normally I have some semblance of 
control, but you, my girl, have ripped any illusion of control away from me 
with no more than a friendly smile.

"That brings us here, to my having you."  You smile lightly and slap him.  
You pick up his clothes and things and shove them out of the room, locking 
him out while he was naked.  You crawl into bed and dream, wondering what it 
would be like to sleep with Obi-Wan Kenobi.
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TBC
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He's standing in your hall quite stoically, whispering to come back inside.  
You flip onto your stomach, reading a newsmagazine and ignoring him just as 
stoically.  He pleads, he begs.  You hear the rustle of fabric as he tugs 
his boxers on, and you turn a page, apparently uninterested.  Then you hear 
something else.

"I never thought you'd be like this
cold and cruel, indifferent
white alabaster and dew-drop roses
beauty with no thought of danger
you make me fall into your trap
like a hapless traveller into the siren's song"

Poetry.  And none you'd ever read before.  You suppose he wrote it, his 
hands laboring over the pen and paper even as his mind reeled, searching for 
the words.  You hear his voice again, and he replies to your unspoken 
thought.

"No, I composed it right out here.  For you.  ONLY you."  His voice is soft, 
caring.  It is filled with an honesty that shoots through you, and you 
suddenly know he couldn't be there for anything but love and mutual 
attraction.

However, as a tribute to your gender, you sigh indifferently and tell him to 
go away, but your heart pounds with anticipation.  You have to hold 
out...you can't just give in to him or every man on the ship will expect you 
to warm their beds upon occasion.  You were a modern woman, not some 
virginal doxy...faking innocence in your experience to charm men into giving 
you what you wanted.
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"I know you want me.."  He whispers this, trying to coax you into opening 
the door.  He whispers again, this time much more erotic and stimulating.

"I'm ready for you, love.  I need you...I need you because I love you more 
than anything.  The moment you stepped on this ship, I saw your mind...I 
connected..."  You hear him drop to his knees and beg some more.

"Please, gods, don't deny this..."  You sigh.  He had you when he was 
sprawled across your bed earlier, but you love to make a poet suffer.  You 
open the door to find him still naked, his arm quickly going out to wrap 
around your waist.

"Hello, Love."  He plants his mouth on yours and you begin the downward 
spiral.  It's a lost cause as you vaguely move towards the bed with his 
coaxing.  He brings you down, pushing your hair out of your eyes, and kisses 
you all over your face.  His hands go to your clothes, pulling them off as 
fast as he can without ripping them.  He lets out a growl when he sees your 
body displayed and immediately latches onto a rounded breast.  He ties your 
hands and feet with the Force, leaving you helpless, and begins a slow 
perusal of your body with his tongue.  He picks and chooses his spots with 
care, trying to make erogenous zones of the most innocuous places.

Finally, his tongue reaches your clit...he laves your folds with the flat of 
his tongue and then drags the tip over your sensitized nub.  Two minutes in 
and your paralyzed, coming with such a force you don't know which way is up. 
  His cock plunges into you then, and you're helpless to control the speed 
or depth.  You whine, trying to make him go deeper but you can't squeeze him 
with your thighs.  The feeling of despair pushes you over the edge again, 
and it's too much for him this time.  He comes into you, hot and hard, and 
finally rolls away, spent.  He releases you and pulls you into his warm 
embrace, glad that you finally let your resistance take a hike.

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Cerie