Just For One Night

Chapter 1

Once again, Obi-Wan had to question what he was doing on Mandalore.

Or more precisely, why he was still talking to the Duchess, swirling his drink around in the glass to delay leaving her for a refill. He wasn't even particularly interested in the celebration; normally he'd have left hours ago - discreetly, of course; it wouldn't do to have any guests thinking him rude - but there was one thing keeping him there.

He'd do anything for another few minutes with her. She was the one person who could do this to him; make a seasoned and well-respected Jedi Master go pink in the face and be unable to think about anything, or anyone, else.

There had been one occasion, many years ago on the mission with Qui-Gon to keep the Duchess safe from bounty hunters, when he'd almost given into his desires. His Master had left them for a few hours to lead some pursuers away, using himself as bait. Obi-Wan remembered how he and Satine had fallen silent for a while, and how he snuck glances at Satine's face, seeing how the campfire was reflected in her eyes and how her blonde hair perfectly framed her face.

Somehow, it'd been communicated that they both had feelings for one another; Obi-Wan couldn't remember the entire conversation, but he'd always remember Satine telling him in her beautifully smooth and clear voice that she'd never felt like this about anyone else. It was a memory he'd treasured since that day; a personal memory that always made him glow on the inside.

Before either of them knew what they were doing, they were kissing each other, hands wrapped around the other's back and tongues in each other's mouths. Satine had been sitting in his lap, and Obi-Wan hadn't even tried to hide the growing hardness in his pants that she would surely be noticing. Then fingers had fumbled at belts; at buttons; at clothes hems; and then his bare chest was touching her breasts and his arousal continued to grow until they were both leaking.

He'd made sure he had the nod from her before he'd lain her on the ground, and gotten himself lined up and ready to enter her.

But there he'd stopped, his tip hovering at her entrance. He'd almost done it, but not quite.

The realisation of what he was doing hit him like a thunderbolt. He was a Jedi, and he was forming attachments. He hadn't been able to go through with it; his dedication to the Jedi Code just wouldn't allow him.

Neither Obi-Wan nor Satine had mentioned the incident since that night.

The celebration continued for another three hours, during which Obi-Wan hardly left Satine's side, even after he'd fully drained his glass. He liked hearing her laugh; liked how her voice sounded and how her features were proportioned. It went on well into the night, with most guests clearing out around midnight, until finally he and Satine were left alone.

His mouth went dry as he turned to speak to her, his eyes searching her face.

"Well, Obi-Wan, did you enjoy the celebration so much you decided to stay for the entire time?" Satine asked him, a knowing yet playful smile tugging at her lips.

He chuckled; Satine was always too sharp. She'd known before he did why he had stayed for so long. Feeling a flush rising to his cheeks as she reached out a hand to stroke his beard, he tried to force himself to take a step back from her touch. But when his feet wouldn't move, he let her fingers continue running through his beard.

"Come with me. I have somewhere more private for us to talk."

Obi-Wan let her guide him through the royal palace, away from any hidden eyes and listening ears. What was he doing? he wondered dizzily. Following the woman he loved, who loved him back, to a private area...