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It's all her doing, really. Temptress.
It wasn't until the door to his room slid shut behind him that he released the breath he had unconsciously been holding, his head tilting back to rest against the cold steel. He ran a hand over his face and beard, fatigue setting into every bone in his body.
He needed a shower.
The hot sting of the water almost made him groan when it hit the sore muscles on his back, the tension there slowly ebbing away with the water down the drain.
His thoughts wandered back to earlier today, where he had fought her. Again. She had come at him like she always did, pale eyes ablaze with that wild energy she carried within herself, an intense ferocity in each strike, each blow. Her lithe form tense yet almost impossibly graceful, a sarcastic smile on those full lips as she returned his flirtatious remarks with an ease that made him wonder if perhaps, she meant the smallest fraction of what she said.
A deep sigh escaped him as he imagined yet again that lithe body pressed against his, naked, slick skin against slick skin. He groaned as his hand slid down to his cock, already getting hard as thoughts and images about the woman that tried to kill him everytime they met filled his mind.
He remembered when it first started, when he'd first laid a hand on himself thinking about her. It was after a particularly long and intense fight where fatigue had crept into his defenses and she had cornered him, the blades of her lightsabers locked against his above his head. She was so close then, out of breath and a triumphant smile playing on those full, dark lips as she laughed darkly.
It was that exact moment where he realized he wanted more than just fight her.
At first, he couldn't accept the thought; it had shocked him so much he had used the Force to push outward from his center, sending her flying with a string of curses. He had run like a coward, escaping to the safety of a Republic cruiser, yet the thought haunted him until he lay awake in his solitary bunk, the sound of her laugh still ringing in his ears.
Sleep didn't come easy, and when it came, it was accompanied by dreams.
***
He sat in a large empty room meditating, centering himself within the Code. It was light, serene, the ceiling so high he couldn't see the end of it. Soft tendrils of light leaked into the room and even though he saw no windows, it was quite beautifully lit.
She suddenly appeared, cloaked, dark and menacing, a dangerous smile playing on her lips as her presence seemed to darken the room visibly. He had stood up, staggering backwards as she approached until his back hit a wall and she reached for him, her laugh breaching the silence.
Before he could protest, she grabbed him by the robes and pulled him against her. Even in his dream his breath left him as her lips came crashing down on his forcefully. He yielded, immediately, without doubt and completely when he felt her tongue slip past his lips, the need to toch her suddenly undeniable. As he laid his hands on her, fumbling for purchase, he could hear her laugh ringing in his ears, as if she acknowledged his surrender, as if she knew he was lost.
And oh, he was lost.
Lost in the imagined feel of her hands on him, the phantom touch of her lips against his.
***
He had woken with a start, tangled in his sheets, his cock painfully erect. At first he tried to will it away, meditate to abate his hard-on, but he soon learned that there was only one thing that helped relieve him; he had pleasured himself until he came undone with her name on his lips.
But that was not the end of it. No matter how hard he tried to stop the direction his thoughts were going, his mind always found a path to her. It became an obsession, an addiction that he couldn't stop, not with any amount of meditation or physical exercise. He was so aware of it he was sure others would be, too, yet none of his fellow Jedi seemed to notice that whenever General Kenobi's mind wasn't engaged, whenever he wasn't busy with his duties, his thoughts would drift.
Images would come easily, like they did now; he imagined her body against his, her nails raking down his back and her mouth on his. He imagined what she'd sound like in the throes of passion, how she would react to his touch, to his tongue tracing the line of tattoos on the side of her head down to her neck, how she would taste. His breathing faltered as he came closer to release, twisting his fingers around his cock until he groaned, squeezing his eyes shut as his seed hit the shower wall, washing down the drain together with his dignity.