disclaimers in the beginning, mas cheres
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You and Kenobi wasted the day in a sort of familiarity borne of necessity.  
Somehow, you'd always been able to get people to relax in your presence.  
When you can get people to open up, it almost feels like you're back home, 
lounging in your pajamas on yet-another Yavin V humidity-soaked day.

Kenobi reached up to refill his wine glass while you stretched your legs 
along the length of his, your head near his feet and the tips of your toes 
barely reaching the lower end of his ribcage.  You knew you were petite, but 
you didn't realize it until you were sprawled on the floor, drinking wine 
with a formerly-stodgy Jedi knight.

"What's your favorite color, Coramin?  Yellow?"  You rolled your eyes and 
graciously accepted a freshened drink from Obi-Wan.  You pondered for a 
moment, and your thoughts came up positively purple.

"Purple.  Love it, in all it's variations.  'Cept maybe lilac.  What about 
you?  Ooo..I know.  Beige?  Or ecru.  Or tan...oh, can't forget camel.  
Sheesh.  I wonder.  Maybe it's tawny?"  Kenobi laughed and lazily splayed 
his left hand over your stomach as if he were trying to feel the vibrations 
you made as you laughed at your own joke.

"As a matter of fact, I happen to like blue.  Not sky blue..no that rich, 
deep blue you only find in Corellian sapphires.  I had a girlfriend once 
whose eyes were that exact color.  That was a torrid, whirlwind, and poetic 
affair."  As he spoke, Kenobi twirled his wine glass around in his slender 
fingers, causing you to daydream madly about him romancing you over 
expensive dinners and decadent parties.

"My mother always liked blue.  Said that her favorite shade was the exact 
same color as my eyes.  However, I've always loved purple because it just 
seems like royalty no matter what.  Lavender for a little princess and deep, 
velvety purple for a high queen."  You mirrored Kenobi's actions and twirled 
your glass, until his fingers closed over your hand and stopped the motion.

"First kiss, doctor?"  You smiled and launched into a detailed explanation 
of your first world-shattering, yet completely chaste kiss.  You'd been all 
of ten, and you'd planted one on your older brother's best friend.  You'd 
been teased mercilessly for it ever since.

"How about you, Jedi?  Was it world-shattering?"  Kenobi smiled, a wistful 
look overcoming his features as he sipped from his wine glass.  He'd been 
young, the girl had been another padawan at the Temple.  All in all, it 
hadn't been particularly eventful, but he'd found it to be a poignant moment 
in an otherwise nonemotional childhood.

You didn't know if it was the wine or your own very-strange, very-real 
attraction to this man, but you longed to kiss him.  You got up, took both 
the wineglasses and the bottle back into the small kitchen, and settled back 
down on the floor.  However, this time, you snuggled next to Kenobi, his arm 
cradling you against the smooth lines of his body.  Your left hand absently 
traced patterns over his stomach, occasionally sneaking beneath his tunic to 
trail over his smooth muscles.

He didn't seem to mind, and you decided to be a little bolder, working on 
the ties of his loose leggings with every pass.  Finally succeeding in 
getting them untied, you slid down so that your cheek was pressed against 
his now-bare hip.  You pressed several open-mouthed kisses over Kenobi's 
hip, a low moaning his only reply.

"Mmmm...don't stop."  A heady combination of both wine and arousal laced his 
lightly-accented voice and encouraged you to take your ministrations to the 
next level.  Your kisses grew precariously close to his cock without 
touching, and Kenobi groaned long and low in pleading.

"Mmm...please...Coramin..."  Taking pity on him, you drew just the head of 
his hardening cock into your mouth, lightly nipping at the underside before 
adding your hands to the concert you were playing.  You swallowed more of 
him as your hands stroked the base of his cock.  Kenobi was good about not 
thrusting, but when you swallowed deeply, unexpectedly, he couldn't restrain 
his passion any longer.  His long fingers threaded in your hair and you drew 
your teeth along the length of his cock.  Kenobi fought for control, but 
when you glanced upward to see his face, his rapidly-fluttering eyelids 
snapped closed and he gave himself over to the pleasure.

Coming with a final burst of energy, he seemed almost embarassed to have 
received pleasure this way.  You had the express feeling he was used to both 
giving AND receiving.  Oh well, you had no problems with accepting a "gift." 
  None at all.
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