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CHAPTER 4: A SACRED MEMORY --- The Dark Side of Obi-Wan Kenobi - Part 1

Summary: I don't often write smut, but when I do, I keep it classy. In this chapter there's mention of a kiss on a balcony; it's referring to a one-off piece I wrote a while ago called A Jedi's Resolve. If you'd like to give that a quick read, it explains how Obi-Wan and Satine arrive in this moment...If you don't want to read it, no problem. You will still understand this chapter...I'll just go be disappointed in the corner and cry quietly. I kid, I kid! ;-)

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CHAPTER 4: A Sacred Memory

Her thumb brushed over his lips eliciting another rush of desire through his body. He cupped her cheek in his hand and pulled her closer. The dawn was just breaking outside her bedroom window, a grayish lavender streak of light cresting the horizon. They had not slept, not even for a minute.

Hours ago he had finally decided to kiss her, standing on her balcony, agonizing between his duty to the Order and his devotion to Satine. He had chosen to abandon his Code, at least for that one night, and he did not regret the decision. She had run her fingers through his hair, had stood on her tiptoes as she kissed him; she thoroughly disarmed him in a matter of minutes. He easily surrendered, kissing her with abandon, wrapping his arm around her waist pulling her body against his own; he would have done anything she commanded.

Their kisses became fevered, fueled by undeniable passion. Years of repression boiled to the surface as their need to satisfy each other overwhelmed them. He explored the curves of her body, running his hands over her in ways she had only dreamed. She thought she would faint from the powerful desire that burned in her as his strong arms pulled her hips against his. They moved off the balcony into the living quarters as she began removing his vambraces and com link, tossing them on the floor as they went, never breaking their kiss. She sighed and let her head fall back as he pulled the high collar of her dress open, slowly kissing his way down her neck. They gradually moved toward the bedroom as she deftly loosened his tunic, teasing him as they went, “Why does a Jedi need so many layers?”

He had laughed, something he did not do very often. She loosened his belt, pulled apart his stiff collar, and quickly drew his tunic over his head, tossing it as far away as she could. Then she turned her gaze on him, admiring his body. She took a step back, lifting her chin, staring down her nose at him, a coy, lustful look in her eye. “You are not the boy I knew, Obi-Wan.”

“I should hope not.” He was confident but not arrogant.

“Allow me to indulge myself,” she said. “I wish to appraise you.”

He looked directly in her eyes, not remotely self-conscious. “Whatever you wish.”

Slowly, she began to move around him, running a hand across his chest, letting it slide down until it was pressed against his firm abdomen. His body was lean and agile, strong from constant training. He was muscular, enticingly defined, but not bulky. She was very pleased. He was clearly in his prime. As she moved around him, her hand sliding over his hip, she noticed the fierce scars stretching across his body. She was struck by the realization that he had been on the front lines for many years, that the war had taken its toll and had forced the boy she met on Mandalore to become the man that now stood before her. How many times had he been hurt? How many times had he risked his life? Rage boiled in her as she thought of the corrupt Republic carelessly risking Obi-Wan’s life as though he were expendable.

He suddenly covered her hand with his own, sensing her anger. “They’re just scars, Satine. They don’t even hurt anymore.”

She calmed with the sound of his warm, reassuring voice. “You deserve better, my dear.”

He turned around to face her. He lifted her hand to his cheek, brushing her fingers along his beard before pressing his lips to her palm. “What I want and what I deserve are two different things.”

Satine leaned in and whispered in his ear. “Take what you want, Obi-Wan.”

“All I want is to please you.”

“Then let us please each other.” She leaned in and seductively pressed her lips to the curve of his muscular neck, breathing in the heady smell of his skin. Satine could not help herself as she licked his pulse point, pressing her body against his. Then she boldly reached between his legs, running her hand the full length of him. She reveled in his response, his eyes widening as his head fell back, his breath catching in his chest.

Suddenly, his com link chirped from across the room. Someone from the temple was trying to reach him. He turned and looked through the low light to where his receiver sat flashing on the floor. Satine traced his handsome brow with her thumb. “Answer it if you must.” He contemplated for a moment, weighing the consequences if he ignored the summons. Satine pressed her lips to his neck again, taking him more firmly in her hands. He turned his back on the com link, forgetting it instantly, choosing instead to hug Satine, lifting her in his arms as her legs wrapped around him. He kissed her, enamored with her warm full lips, his tongue slowly moving against hers while he ran his hands through her hair. She intoxicated him.

He easily held her with one arm, his other working its way down her body. With a subtle hand motion he used the Force to quickly undo all her fasteners and her dress fell from her shoulders, pooling at her waist. He slipped his hand beneath her skirts, mercilessly seeking to please her. As her body contracted against him she moaned with satisfaction. She wove her fingers through his hair as he stroked her relentlessly. When he felt her body shudder with desire, his name on her lips, he made his way to the bed…

…Obi-Wan woke with a start, his eyes jerking open. He had not been alone in his dream; someone was watching as he relived a night he had spent with Satine on Coruscant.

“Don’t stop there, Kenobi,” Maul said, looming over him. “I want to see what happens next.”

Obi-Wan sat up quickly, recoiling involuntarily from the dark master. He pressed himself against the wall, desperate to put more distance between his body and the Sith. Obi-Wan had been dreaming; after Maul broke his hand Kenobi had fallen unconscious, his thoughts completely uncontrolled and vulnerable. To wake with this monster leering over him, to find his enemy participating in one of his most sacred memories was an unparalleled violation. How much had Maul seen?

“Did you pleasure her over and over?”

Obi-Wan clenched his jaw shut, too repulsed to speak.

Maul squatted down so he could look into the Jedi’s eyes. “She showed me once what a satisfying lover you were.” He reveled in Kenobi’s horror. “Don’t worry,” he smirked. “She did not show me willingly. I sifted through her memories until I found something intriguing. A precious night on Coruscant where Master Kenobi abandoned his Jedi Code. A night of singular, incomparable pleasure for the Duchess.” Obi-Wan’s eyes betrayed his despair. “It was a beloved memory of hers.”

Using the Force, Maul reached out and commanded that the Jedi meet his gaze. “I’m curious,” the Sith continued, “how your memory compares.” He wrapped his long claw-like fingers around Obi-Wan’s forehead, covering the Jedi’s eyes, squeezing his temples. Maul leaned in, their faces only inches apart. “Indulge me.”

Obi-Wan’s chest contracted in fear. He knew what was coming and he was not sure he was strong enough to resist. He desperately reached for the Force, willing it to wrap around him, but where once it was a warm, flowing river of energy, now it was a snapping, erratic wisp that he could barely grasp, much less wrangle. He ground his teeth together in agonized anticipation.

A blinding, thorny shaft of pain suddenly drove through his mind, leaving a blistering, stinging sensation behind his eyes. Obi-Wan’s entire body went rigid, helpless under Maul’s control as the Sith forced his way into the Jedi’s memories. It was like being wrapped in an icy shroud, like having your very being pressed into oblivion while claws scooped through your thoughts. Obi-Wan tried to fight, tried to place barriers around his dearest memories, tucking Satine, Anakin, and Qui-Gon into dark quiet corners that Maul could not access. The Sith grew impatient and changed his approach. He tightened the fist he had clamped around the Jedi’s forehead, digging his fingers into the fresh wound spreading across Obi-Wan’s right eye and cheek. Kenobi cried out in pain but still fought off Maul’s attack. He refocused his energy, ignoring all tactile distractions, and mentally reinforced the protection around his loved ones. The Sith had easily accessed him several days ago, taking him by surprise. The memory Maul wanted now was far too precious; Obi-Wan would rather die than let it be corrupted by the horned monster. He would not yield.

After several minutes both men were exhausted. Maul gasped and released Obi-Wan, doubling over with his hands on his knees. Kenobi sagged against the wall, panting, his eyes watering with shock.

“Remarkable,” Maul muttered. He pushed himself up and took a deep breath. “Funny you should be so willing to sacrifice yourself for that particular memory.” He took Obi-Wan by the hair, forcing the Jedi’s head back. Maul’s eyes burned, their putrid yellow irises rimmed by red web-like broken blood vessels. “Especially considering Satine revealed every detail to me weeks ago.” He smiled and pulled the Jedi’s face closer. “She made practically no effort to protect you, Kenobi. She was a weak-minded woman.”

Rage suddenly flared up in Obi-Wan. He wanted Maul dead, and he wanted it done by his own hands. The Sith sensed this and pressed Kenobi against the wall using his body’s full weight. “I can feel your anger,” he whispered. “Doesn’t it make you feel powerful?” They stared into each other’s eyes, hatred palpable between them. “If I gave you the chance, how would you do it?” Maul taunted. He unclipped his lightsaber and held it out to Obi-Wan.

Kenobi stared at the weapon in the Sith’s outstretched hand. The Jedi’s fingers twitched, desperately wanting to call the saber into his palm. But then, faintly in the depths of his heart, he felt a tug, and Satine suddenly spoke clearly in his conscience. Don’t listen to him, Obi.

Obi-Wan’s eyes instantly softened, the anger draining from him. Maul’s brow arched into a smug smile as he returned his weapon to his belt. “So weak.” He backhanded Kenobi, sending him sprawling across the floor. “Such lack of conviction.” He brutally kicked the Jedi. “So afraid of action.” Maul took Obi-Wan by the foot and dragged him across the cell. He pulled down a pair of shackles that were hanging from the ceiling and hooked them to the electrobinders around Kenobi’s wrists. Then he hoisted the Jedi off the floor. Obi-Wan screamed as his dislocated shoulder crunched and popped above his head. Maul pulled until the Jedi’s toes were dangling just above the ground. “Sleep well, Master Kenobi.”

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READ CHAPTER 1 - It’s All My Fault...

READ CHAPTER 2 - Heed My Word

READ CHAPTER 3 - Brothers

READ CHAPTER 4 - A Sacred Memory

READ CHAPTER 5 - For Obi-Wan’s Sake

READ CHAPTER 6 - Our Time Has Run Short

READ CHAPTER 7 - Rescue

READ CHAPTER 8 - Everyone is a Mess

READ CHAPTER 9 - Nightmares

READ CHAPTER 10 - Opportunity

READ CHAPTER 11 - Yoda Tries

READ CHAPTER 12 - What Do You Need From Me?

READ CHAPTER 13 - Master

READ CHAPTER 14 - Into the Storm

READ CHAPTER 15 - Anakin’s Report

READ CHAPTER 16 - Sidious Manipulation

READ CHAPTER 17 - Darkness Waking

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