Untitled 7
Jan. 30th, 2003 09:55 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
emmagrant01Part 7
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emmagrant01
Rating: R
Summary: Shower scene
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: All hail Lucas. Not my characters. No money made here.
Feedback: Yes, and you know I mean it! Really! Help me polish this.
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Obi-Wan's boots tapped lightly on the polished stone floor as he made his way back towards the residence wing of the embassy. They had arrived here several hours earlier and had immediately dispatched a message to the interim governor of Krisilia, but there was still no official response.
The Republic ambassador's assistant had welcomed them warmly, offering them rooms in the residence for as long as they needed, as well as full use of the compound's facilities. Obi-Wan was grateful for the generosity. He reminded himself to thank Siri for suggesting that they come here.
Despite their relative comfort, the situation was highly frustrating. It wasn't unusual for Jedi assistance to be requested under false pretenses, of course. He'd been on tens of missions where the need for Jedi arbitration had been either fabricated or exaggerated for various purposes. However, he couldn't recall a single mission on which he had been ignored upon arrival.
It troubled him deeply. Perhaps something had happened to the interim governor? Krisilia's previous governor, a stern but respected dictator, had been assassinated recently, and the planet's two most powerful states had each presented a candidate to replace her. Tensions had escalated quickly, with each side blaming the other for the assassination. The interim governor, who had been appointed by the system's senator, had requested that a team of Jedi be sent to assist with the situation. Toran, the largest state, was located on the northern continent, and it was there that Obi-Wan and Anakin were supposed to have gone to begin the negotiations. Siri and Ferus were to have traveled to Gilan, a wealthy industrial state on the southern continent, to negotiate with the opposing candidate's coalition. The capital city where they were presently being housed was located on a large tropical island near the planet's equator.
He turned down the hallway of the residence wing, composing his message to the Council in his head. Perhaps they should wait another day or so, and then split up as planned and investigate the situation? He needed to discuss it with Siri, but he anticipated that she would agree to that plan. Independent action was something that seemed to suit her. Perhaps the Council had sensed that things were not as they seemed on Krisilia, and this was why two teams were sent? But wouldn't we have been informed, were that the case?
He palmed open the door to the suite he shared with Anakin. The sound of the shower running hit his ears immediately. Again? He took a shower not four hours ago. His padawan had practically sprinted for the 'fresher and its spacious shower upon arrival. Even after eight years, abundant flowing water still seemed luxurious to Anakin. The shower had been nice, he reflected. Facilities on the transport had not been nearly so pleasant.
He removed his robe and boots and sank onto the sofa in the middle of the room. I should probably comm Siri, he thought. He closed his eyes and sighed. He hadn't spoken privately with her since... well, since she kissed him yesterday.
He brushed his fingers lightly across his lips, the memory bringing a slight smile to his face. He could still remember how softly her mouth pressed against his, the way that her lips moved, sweeping softly over his own. It had been a long time since anyone had kissed him, and he'd almost forgotten how pleasurable it could be. The memory sent a tingle down his spine -- even replaying it in his mind, it was so tempting to imagine pulling her tightly against him, pressing his tongue between her lips, to--
Stop this, he admonished himself. It is pointless fantasy.
The water was still running. What the sith was that boy doing in there? The sound of the running water was suddenly making him aware of his own bladder. He stood and walked towards the 'fresher, hoping that Anakin wasn't currently engaged in any activity that was too intimate. He paused outside the door, realizing that he should knock. There was no answer. His body was growing more insistent by the second.
Damn it, Anakin... He sighed and opened the door. There was an opaque curtain pulled around the shower, and he realized that he could probably just sneak in and out quietly, without being noticed. Standing at the latrine, he unfastened his trousers. He didn't sense anything out of the ordinary. Perhaps Anakin had found time for a good workout this morning, and wanted to clean up a bit. He'd probably come in just as the water had started, and it only seemed like a long shower.
He was almost finished here anyway. The water turned off abruptly. Damn.
"Sorry to intrude, but I couldn't wait," he warned. The gasp that originated from the shower behind him did not sound like Anakin.
He turned in surprise to see an equally startled Siri -- wet and completely naked -- staring back at him. The color drained from his face. It returned when he realized that he was now urinating on his bare feet.
"Oh, fuck!" He turned back to the latrine quickly, the image of Siri's nakedness strangely burned into his mind. For some reason, he could do nothing to shake it. He finished as best he could and hurriedly redressed before turning to face her. Water was dripping from her hair, down her face, glistening on her skin -- skin. His eyes followed a droplet of water from her shoulder down across her breast, down her stomach, swerving around her navel, down... He forced his eyes back up to her face, which wore an expression that was a blend of embarrassment and amusement. A hundred little thoughts flickered through his mind, none of which seemed appropriate to voice. Say something. Don't just stand there. One thought burst to the surface of the swell.
"What are you doing here?" He was surprised by the intensity of his own voice.
Siri was as well, shrinking back slightly. "I... I'm sorry... We didn't have any hot water in our suite, and Anakin said you'd be gone for a while. He let me in." She blinked a few times, then drew herself up again, slightly indignant. "Do you ever knock? If you'd thought about it at all you would have known I was here!"
"It didn't occur to me, as this is my 'fresher!"
Why were they yelling at each other? He realized with a start that he was staring at her breasts. He wrenched his eyes away. "Will you please cover yourself?"
She put her hands on her hips defiantly. "Why? Do I make you uncomfortable?"
"As a matter of fact, yes, you do."
"Then perhaps you shouldn't leer at me like a schoolboy in heat."
His head snapped back around at that. "I was not leering. You are, unexpectedly I might add, standing here in my shower, naked, and dripping, and... it's quite distracting!"
"You could leave," she snapped. "Or you could hand me a towel, at the very least."
"I don't have a towel." Siri glanced pointedly over his shoulder, at the stack of fluffy white towels on a shelf behind him. He sighed and handed her one. She quickly wrapped it around her body.
Obi-Wan exhaled slowly, releasing his frustration to the Force. Why did she get under his skin so easily?
She stifled a giggle, and he noticed that she was staring at his left foot. He suddenly realized that he was standing in a puddle.
"Ugh," he moaned, lifting his foot and reaching for another towel. He cleaned himself off and mopped the floor with the towel.
"Do you always have such poor aim?" she quipped, now drying herself off a little with the edges of the towel.
He smirked in response.
She stared at him for a moment before breaking into an amused grin. "I suppose you'd like to watch me get dressed as well?"
"No!" His hands flew up and he took a step backwards, then immediately realized that his response could be construed in a way he didn't intend. He stepped forward again. "I mean, yes, I would, I... oh, that's not what I meant, I..." He squeezed his eyes shut. "I'll just wait outside. Right then." He leaped for the door, closing it behind him, never seeing the wide smile on Siri's lovely face.
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Author:
emmagrant01Rating: R
Summary: Shower scene
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: All hail Lucas. Not my characters. No money made here.
Feedback: Yes, and you know I mean it! Really! Help me polish this.
************************************
Obi-Wan's boots tapped lightly on the polished stone floor as he made his way back towards the residence wing of the embassy. They had arrived here several hours earlier and had immediately dispatched a message to the interim governor of Krisilia, but there was still no official response.
The Republic ambassador's assistant had welcomed them warmly, offering them rooms in the residence for as long as they needed, as well as full use of the compound's facilities. Obi-Wan was grateful for the generosity. He reminded himself to thank Siri for suggesting that they come here.
Despite their relative comfort, the situation was highly frustrating. It wasn't unusual for Jedi assistance to be requested under false pretenses, of course. He'd been on tens of missions where the need for Jedi arbitration had been either fabricated or exaggerated for various purposes. However, he couldn't recall a single mission on which he had been ignored upon arrival.
It troubled him deeply. Perhaps something had happened to the interim governor? Krisilia's previous governor, a stern but respected dictator, had been assassinated recently, and the planet's two most powerful states had each presented a candidate to replace her. Tensions had escalated quickly, with each side blaming the other for the assassination. The interim governor, who had been appointed by the system's senator, had requested that a team of Jedi be sent to assist with the situation. Toran, the largest state, was located on the northern continent, and it was there that Obi-Wan and Anakin were supposed to have gone to begin the negotiations. Siri and Ferus were to have traveled to Gilan, a wealthy industrial state on the southern continent, to negotiate with the opposing candidate's coalition. The capital city where they were presently being housed was located on a large tropical island near the planet's equator.
He turned down the hallway of the residence wing, composing his message to the Council in his head. Perhaps they should wait another day or so, and then split up as planned and investigate the situation? He needed to discuss it with Siri, but he anticipated that she would agree to that plan. Independent action was something that seemed to suit her. Perhaps the Council had sensed that things were not as they seemed on Krisilia, and this was why two teams were sent? But wouldn't we have been informed, were that the case?
He palmed open the door to the suite he shared with Anakin. The sound of the shower running hit his ears immediately. Again? He took a shower not four hours ago. His padawan had practically sprinted for the 'fresher and its spacious shower upon arrival. Even after eight years, abundant flowing water still seemed luxurious to Anakin. The shower had been nice, he reflected. Facilities on the transport had not been nearly so pleasant.
He removed his robe and boots and sank onto the sofa in the middle of the room. I should probably comm Siri, he thought. He closed his eyes and sighed. He hadn't spoken privately with her since... well, since she kissed him yesterday.
He brushed his fingers lightly across his lips, the memory bringing a slight smile to his face. He could still remember how softly her mouth pressed against his, the way that her lips moved, sweeping softly over his own. It had been a long time since anyone had kissed him, and he'd almost forgotten how pleasurable it could be. The memory sent a tingle down his spine -- even replaying it in his mind, it was so tempting to imagine pulling her tightly against him, pressing his tongue between her lips, to--
Stop this, he admonished himself. It is pointless fantasy.
The water was still running. What the sith was that boy doing in there? The sound of the running water was suddenly making him aware of his own bladder. He stood and walked towards the 'fresher, hoping that Anakin wasn't currently engaged in any activity that was too intimate. He paused outside the door, realizing that he should knock. There was no answer. His body was growing more insistent by the second.
Damn it, Anakin... He sighed and opened the door. There was an opaque curtain pulled around the shower, and he realized that he could probably just sneak in and out quietly, without being noticed. Standing at the latrine, he unfastened his trousers. He didn't sense anything out of the ordinary. Perhaps Anakin had found time for a good workout this morning, and wanted to clean up a bit. He'd probably come in just as the water had started, and it only seemed like a long shower.
He was almost finished here anyway. The water turned off abruptly. Damn.
"Sorry to intrude, but I couldn't wait," he warned. The gasp that originated from the shower behind him did not sound like Anakin.
He turned in surprise to see an equally startled Siri -- wet and completely naked -- staring back at him. The color drained from his face. It returned when he realized that he was now urinating on his bare feet.
"Oh, fuck!" He turned back to the latrine quickly, the image of Siri's nakedness strangely burned into his mind. For some reason, he could do nothing to shake it. He finished as best he could and hurriedly redressed before turning to face her. Water was dripping from her hair, down her face, glistening on her skin -- skin. His eyes followed a droplet of water from her shoulder down across her breast, down her stomach, swerving around her navel, down... He forced his eyes back up to her face, which wore an expression that was a blend of embarrassment and amusement. A hundred little thoughts flickered through his mind, none of which seemed appropriate to voice. Say something. Don't just stand there. One thought burst to the surface of the swell.
"What are you doing here?" He was surprised by the intensity of his own voice.
Siri was as well, shrinking back slightly. "I... I'm sorry... We didn't have any hot water in our suite, and Anakin said you'd be gone for a while. He let me in." She blinked a few times, then drew herself up again, slightly indignant. "Do you ever knock? If you'd thought about it at all you would have known I was here!"
"It didn't occur to me, as this is my 'fresher!"
Why were they yelling at each other? He realized with a start that he was staring at her breasts. He wrenched his eyes away. "Will you please cover yourself?"
She put her hands on her hips defiantly. "Why? Do I make you uncomfortable?"
"As a matter of fact, yes, you do."
"Then perhaps you shouldn't leer at me like a schoolboy in heat."
His head snapped back around at that. "I was not leering. You are, unexpectedly I might add, standing here in my shower, naked, and dripping, and... it's quite distracting!"
"You could leave," she snapped. "Or you could hand me a towel, at the very least."
"I don't have a towel." Siri glanced pointedly over his shoulder, at the stack of fluffy white towels on a shelf behind him. He sighed and handed her one. She quickly wrapped it around her body.
Obi-Wan exhaled slowly, releasing his frustration to the Force. Why did she get under his skin so easily?
She stifled a giggle, and he noticed that she was staring at his left foot. He suddenly realized that he was standing in a puddle.
"Ugh," he moaned, lifting his foot and reaching for another towel. He cleaned himself off and mopped the floor with the towel.
"Do you always have such poor aim?" she quipped, now drying herself off a little with the edges of the towel.
He smirked in response.
She stared at him for a moment before breaking into an amused grin. "I suppose you'd like to watch me get dressed as well?"
"No!" His hands flew up and he took a step backwards, then immediately realized that his response could be construed in a way he didn't intend. He stepped forward again. "I mean, yes, I would, I... oh, that's not what I meant, I..." He squeezed his eyes shut. "I'll just wait outside. Right then." He leaped for the door, closing it behind him, never seeing the wide smile on Siri's lovely face.
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Date: 2003-01-31 09:34 pm (UTC)The color drained from his face. It returned when he realized that he was now urinating on his bare feet.
I've always found it funny that men can't control that stream of urine once it gets going. MDH, poor dear, leaves puddles on the floor if it's dark, or if I startle him, or...
Hmmm... is that a challenge? *grin*
Thanks for your comments! I think all of the small grammatical and rewording suggestions you made are good ones, and I'm planning to work them in. Tomorrow. *yawn*
Thanks, sweetie!
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Date: 2003-01-31 10:50 pm (UTC)*resists... urge... to make... cheeky... comment*
*ahem.*
Mine actually doesn't leave puddles. He can aim without using his hands. Even in the dark! Talented boy. ;)
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Date: 2003-02-02 08:03 pm (UTC)Ummm... maybe we should have this conversation in private...
*grin*