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AN: There are no words that could justify the posting of this, so I won't even try. This was meant to be a bit of (steamy) backstory I needed to work out for the next part of Fallen that I was intending to just keep as scribbles in my notebook, but what the hell? There just isn't enough Kenobi in the world. If you're looking for a plot, you might be able to find a bit of it in Fallen. I'll post more as I find the time to write them, if anyone so desires.

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"Aala..." his voice was husky as he brushed his fingertips across her cheek and slid his hand into her hair, pulling her close with his other arm. She closed her eyes and leaned into his body, and he brushed his nose against the sensitive skin just below her ear, nuzzling her neck and rubbing his stubbled cheek against her softer one. "Aala – " he repeated, nipping at her earlobe. She shuddered in his arms, and he pulled her even closer, whispering, her skin warm against his lips. " – there are about a dozen things I want to do to you that we never got the chance to do before."

He eagerly and enthusiastically accomplished the first three that night, using the ardor and stamina of youth to his advantage. They both felt something of a rush at having decided to make this leap and the freedom of a young, easy and simple relationship allowed them to be just a man and a woman, for this one night.

First

Taking her by the hand, he led her in the direction of the bedroom, halting every few steps to stop and kiss her – the corner of her mouth, the line of her jaw, the curve of her collarbone – as if he simply couldn't resist the desire to touch her.

Intoxicated by his touch and hardly noticing, her clothes began to slip away by his hand, and he guided her to lay back on the bed. Nervous anticipation fluttered in her stomach as she met his heated gaze, intent and full of promise.

Teasingly, she asked him what was first. He only grinned, an unbelievably sexy look dancing in his eyes that told her he had a plan. Had he thought about this? Fantasized about her? The idea made her flush.

His fingertips skated down the sides of her naked torso and she shivered as he lowered his mouth to her skin. Running her hands through his hair, she held her breath as his lips moved down her ribs, across her stomach and lower. Her pulse quickened as he hooked his fingers in the top of her skirt, and her body tensed like a tight coil ready to snap as he finished undressing her.

His hands, his incredible hands, slipped between her thighs and she tried to stifle a moan as he opened her before him. She could feel his warm breath on her, and she gripped the pillow above her head as his mouth pressed to her core, the soft caress of his lips, the tip of his tongue searching, twisting, coaxing. His calloused palms pressed lightly against the smooth skin of her inner thighs and she gasped for air as he found that spot, again, and again...

And like a white hot flash, she came for him, clutching his shoulders and begging for relief.

Struggling to catch her breath, Aala slumped back into the bed, unaware of anything except the blissfulness of completion. It was better than she ever could have imagined, and more than enough to make up for the last lonely year. Slowly, a happy smile came to her face; and it was only number one.