Torn (An Anakin x OC x Obi Wan Story)

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Authors Note:

Hey readers. Just a warning for the following chapter; this is S.M.U.T. I mean like, all smut. This whole story is going to contain a whole lot of it, and if it makes you uncomfortable in any way I suggest finding a new cleaner story to read.

Anyway, to those of ya'll that are here for the ride, enjoy the new chapter.. :)

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 "We really ought to think about this," Obi Wan breathed, Jaia's lips trailing his neck, sucking on his skin like it was dessert. He shut his eyes, trying to mask his face from revealing the pleasure he felt from her actions. "Jaia-," he attempted for the name to be a warning, but it came out as a breathy moan, encouraging her.

"Listen to me," Jaia commanded, straying away from Obi Wan's neck as she fisted his tunic in between her fingers, her eyes certain and lustful as she spoke into his ear, "The Jedi Code forbids attachment, we both know that." She trailed another kiss on his neck, Obi Wan shifting from the lust that was building in him, his muscles tensing. "Tell me how this is attachment... how you thoroughly disapprove of me, how you desperately want me to leave the Jedi Order."

Obi Wan was struggling to listen to her words, the tone of her voice alone being enough to intoxicate him, make him restless and desperate. Gripping her waist, Obi Wan drew Jaia off of him to stare her in the eye.

"This is quite a change of attitude," he observed, neither amused nor disappointed. Jaia took a step closer to him, closing the gap.

"Are you complaining?"

"Not at all," he said softly, as he lifted Jaia's legs around his waist, their lips colliding like flames of two fires. Jaia moaned into his mouth, desperate, upset and intoxicated with angry lust. She needed to forget. She needed to be made to forget everything right now.

In the midst of their kiss she found herself palming through Obi Wan's trousers, nearly moaning once she palmed the thick and hard erection she felt against her hand. Humming, she rubbed it sensually, desperately, trying to control herself as it began to drive her wild.

Obi Wan was in confused bliss, his heart pumping as his mind flooded with obscene cravings, ones that he never allowed himself to indulge before. He wanted Jaia, he wanted her desperate beneath him, begging him, praising him, moaning his name.

His teeth trailing over her bottom lip, Obi Wan pulled Jaia closer to him, his hands strong around her tiny waist. She allowed him in, his tongue taking over her and possessing her the way he wanted. It was more bliss she had ever felt in her life, and yet, it was with the person Jaia had always hated most. Feelings rushed through her, too many to comprehend, and yet not one strong enough to overpower the great wanting she felt. Desperately, Jaia tugged at the belt around Obi Wan's tunic, struggling to open it.

As she did, she was able to easily tear away his tunic, revealing Obi Wan's bare chest, his arms, his chest. Jaia stood in awe, tracing her fingers over his skin, Obi Wan slightly pink with nerves, embarrassment lingering over his features though there was no reason for it.

He was beautiful. Jaia would have never imagined, never would have dreamt that Obi Wan was built in this way. Defined, sculpted as though he weren't real, soft hairs gracing his skin, but not enough to be too much. Veins pulsed in his arms as he held her waist, her hands still exploring him, trailing over his collarbone lightly as he lay underneath her.

"Are you alright?" Obi Wan's voice was soft, wonderfully comforting in contrast to the strength of his hold on her waist. Jaia couldn't lie to herself, she was angry, still thinking of the things Anakin was going to allow, just because he knew she loved him.