you were always stronger than i was

[only_hope]

Obi-Wan is not particularly pleased about the assignment to Ord Mantell to train some princess how to use the Force. Force-sensitives are meant to be pulled by the Temple early on so the child doesn't form familial attachments and since this young woman was meant to be married to some politician from Cerea, there wasn't a chance of her being fully trained and inducted into the Order. This was a goodwill mission, nothing more and nothing less, and Obi-Wan chafed at the assignment when there were more important things to be handled.

"Surely another Jedi - " he'd started, before being silenced by Yoda. "Important to the Republic, Ord Mantell is. Train the princess, you will, and then return to the Temple with a new ally."

It was diplomatic then, more or less. There's plenty of villainy on Ord Mantell outside of army protection to concern him, though, and much of Jedi training is conducted in the wilderness. How would a princess hold up in that? Obi-Wan decides there's no point in arguing it any longer and agrees, intending to perform his duty with grace.

He flies his own ship to Ord Mantell rather than waiting for a transport and lands somewhat away from the palace. When he announces himself, he's brought inside and he expects the usual pomp and circumstance Jedi get on diplomatic visits; he receives it and then some. He feels a presence in the Force, a white hot flame, and realizes it's coming from the slim woman alongside the King and Queen.

"Am I to understand you are Princess Anne, then? My pleasure to meet you," he says, bowing at the waist. "I'm Master Obi-Wan Kenobi and I've been sent to train you on behalf of the Jedi Order. Even if you have no intention of being a Jedi, you should be capable of using the Force to your full potential." He turns back to her parents and strokes his beard a bit, thinking.

"Most padawan training is done away from the temple. I don't think it'll do Anne much good if we keep her here in the palace and treat her with kid gloves. Do I have your permission to train her properly? She'll be in my hands and there is no way anything will happen to her. We'll stay within the sector." Her parents look skeptical for a moment before nodding their assent.

"All right, then. I suppose there's not much point in me settling in. Pack lightly. I have robes and tunics for you on board but I would suggest a sturdy pair of boots, if you have them."

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[ajediqueen]

Beyond good, it's everything Anne wasn't aware she desired. With his mouth and fingers against her body, she gives in to the sensations that he's drawing forth into their connection, knowing that it's not just in her mind that they're sharing this moment. That he's touching her, tasting her in the tiny house that they've claimed as home for the next six weeks and the knowledge is just as arousing as the solid feel of his arm on her hips.

She wants to go nowhere, do nothing, but surrender to him - a wish she makes known to him through their bond. Even without this, she'd be his, but there are marks now, marks that she'll revel in later. The soft burn of his beard on her skin, the way he'd marked her pale skin with his lips... she can feel the tightening of her orgasm low in her abdomen, and though he likely needs no warning before her climax hits, she murmurs his name anyway.

One hand threads through his hair, both in affection and to hold him there and to encourage his fingers deeper. When she comes, her body contracts lightly around them, her back arching slightly as his name falls from her lips.

[only_hope]

Obi-Wan doesn't try to curb her pleasure or end it too quickly so he kisses and suckles her through it, fingers crooking to work against all the sensitive spots she has while she's clamping down on him. There's nothing more beautiful in all the world than Anne lost in her pleasure and while this is forbidden and forbidden for good reason, he cannot find it in himself to care.

When it seems she's come down a bit, he carefully pulls his mouth and fingers away to look up at her, smiling a bit.

"That felt...exquisite, Anne."

[ajediqueen]

Anne is boneless. Her last spasms come as he pulls his fingers from her body and she feels... empty and without him, though he's still there, against her in every way that counts in the moment.

"I've never..." She pauses there, tipping her to look at him with adoration and lust in her eyes. "You're the first."

The only, she finishes silently.

[only_hope]

It shouldn't shock him that he's her first but the words wash over him for a moment and he can't find it in himself to be ashamed about it. He should be. He's ruined a political marriage and he might, technically, have broken the Jedi code. None of that matters, though, because he's never felt so connected to a person before.

"It's the first time it's ever felt like that. I've never...dyads are so rare. I've never been connected to someone the way I'm connected to you, Anne."