EUPHORIA | Obi-wan x OC

Chapter One

Helene had a dream.

She was perched upon a rooftop, gazing out at the capital. Coruscant was so beautiful at night, she found herself thinking. The traffic zoomed past, making her wonder where they were going, and who they were going to. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a young man. Turning her head, she knew him immediately. He was older, yes, but it was her childhood friend, Obi-wan Kenobi. He was smiling at her, but not in the usual way he smiled. This smile was full of love and adoration. Not that they didn't share a bond, or love, but this smile indicated a different kind of love.

"Come inside," he spoke gently, motioning with his hand for her to follow him back through the wide-open window, "it's cold out here."
She hadn't noticed the cold. She was wrapped up in a large, quilted blanket her mother had made her as a child. It was pink, with yellow and blue flowers sprinkled across it. This blanket was her most prized possession, a memory of her childhood – and her mother, who had passed a long time ago. She was a late baby, being fifteen years younger than her brother, Mace, so she didn't spend a lot of time with her parents. It was nice to remember the time they did spend together.

She stood up, the blanket not leaving her shoulders, and followed him inside. The blanket dragged across the filthy rooftop, but she didn't mind. The blanket could be cleaned. Her eyes were focused on the back of his head. She could feel her love for him radiating from her heart, which was thumping. She knew what was coming. Somehow, someway. Whether it was because she dared to long for it, or because she was one with the force, she didn't know.

Once inside, she watched Obi-wan close the window. He was bearded, and more gorgeous looking than ever before. He aged like a fine wine, she thought. Shivering, he rubbed his hands together and approached her with that same smile. In the dream, Helene felt comfortable as he pressed his lips against hers, resting his hands on her hips. Her grip on the blanket around her shoulders loosened, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. Smiling into the kiss, they allowed the blanket to fall to the floor.

"My love, you look cold," he whispered in her ear, "shall we warm you up?"
"Please," Helene whispered back.
Their eyes met, and he purred softly as he nuzzled her nose, while his fingers slipped under the straps of her dress. He used those same, warm fingers to brush her dress off her shoulders – and that too hit the floor with a small whoosh. She stepped out of it, feeling his hands all over her toned body.
"Obi-wan, don't make me wait ~" she whimpered, "I can't. I've waited so long for this night."

He stopped massaging her body, smiling understandably, "I understand, love. I won't make you wait. Lay down."
He helped her lay down, sitting on the edge of the bed. He placed his hand on her cheek, stroking it softly, before it started to move down. Down to her chest, massaging her right breast, then her stomach, her hips, and lastly, her inner thigh.
"Wow, your beauty astounds me," he said softly, scooting closer to her. He was still dressed, it made Helene feel uncomfortable, but she allowed it. Obi-wan just wanted to please her, make her feel good before they did the final act. He had overheard someone in a bar once say that women needed foreplay. They enjoyed being touched, pleasured slowly. He knew, as a virgin, he would probably be finished very quickly. He wanted Helene to feel his love.

"I'm not that beautiful" she mumbled, biting her bottom lip softly.
"I beg to differ," he spoke softly, "I always did think so. Your beauty is elegant. Your body is sleek, and your style captures your figure well. I love every inch of you, Helene."
"I-I love you, too, Obi-wan" she said shyly. Those words were still new.
Leaning into her, he peppered kisses along her sharp jawline, his beard scratching against the dark skin of her cheek. While he did this, his fingers moved to her womanhood. He pushed open her legs gently, and she obliged by opening them slightly more. He pressed his fingers against her sensitive clit, massaging it softly.