Aaaand it's done. Also, warning; we're like immediately jumping into the mature part. And maybe, just maybe, this whole chapter is well... filled with it. Like the title suggest tho, this is the last moment before disaster happens so don't get too used to it!

Yes, and you'll learn how loud.

Before I knew it his lips were right on mine, his fingers digging into the skin of my thigh and scooting me further up his lap. My surprised gasp was muffled by his kiss, my eyes wide open. I'd just heard him, in my head.

Could he read my mind? Did he know how many times I thought of him, even when it was inappropriate? In the jedi temple during the training, in the council chamber with all the other masters, even in the kriffing latest meeting with Windu right there.

Obi Wan chuckled against my lips which only further raised my suspicions. In a way it should've terrified me, but all it did at that moment was stir up the already growing need and chaos that swirled in my head. Without really meaning to, images rolled from me in ways I didn't even mean to send them.

"Oh, darling." He pulled back slightly, fingers gently drawing through my hair as our eyes connected. A grin spread across his lips as he studied me, my hastened breath fanning over his face as I tried my best to stay in control. "You really need to learn to compose yourself."

"Compose myself?" Even through everything, as he left a trail of kisses down my neck, I managed to find the words but they came out in breathy moans. Biting my lip as he sucked gently on the skin, my nails dug themselves into his tunic, scratching his back.

"And why would I be needing to do that, master jedi?" Just for a moment, I had managed to grasp onto the last sliver of resolve. I was sure I had control again, after speaking the words I knew would throw him off guard, until he pulled back to meet my eyes.

Oh, how mesmerizing he looked. His auburn hair a mess, loose strands hanging before his ocean eyes that were filled with both joy and a deep lust that made my limbs tremble with anticipation. His lips pulled up in a satisfied smirk that only promised more mischief for later. I felt myself sinking deeper into his arms.

"Because, my dear Queen, -" He pulled me down to him till his lips were right next to my ear, his other hand grasping my hips tightly. I had to drape my arms over his shoulder, leaning over his body with our chests pressed together. He placed another slow, tantalising kiss just below my ear before he continued. "I might not always be able to resist you."

Another shudder went straight down my spine. "What if I don't want you to?" He stilled and I could feel his hot breath on my skin as he processed my words.

"Well then, darling, we find ourselves in a most compromising situation, indeed."

And with that, Obi Wan claimed my mouth with his own and stole all my breath away. He felt so warm, so safe, as he wrapped his arms tightly around my figure and pressed me closer against him. His calloused fingers ran up my thighs till they were gently pushing up the fabric of the dress and skimming the edges of my underwear, and I melted even more into his embrace.

Even though both of us were wound tight with want, he continued to kiss me slowly, sweet and lingering, making me cling tightly onto his arms, wanting as much contact as possible. I was a trembling mess, a puddle in his arms.

Obi Wan made me feel so vulnerable, so dependent and it should've scared me. Yet, even with all the dangers it brought with the jedi and their rules, I didn't care. It was too late anyway, for no matter what, I had undoubtedly, madly and deeply fallen in love with him.

"Lyanna." He murmured against my lips before pressing his against mine in a captivating kiss. Then, I felt it, a soft but warm feeling spreading across my chest, a love so deep that I felt it resonate through my entire body. It only took me a few moments to realise that it was him, and that he'd tapped into the bond and reinforced the connection even more. It was like a rope that tightened between us, pulling us closer together till there was no space left.

"Obi, what are you, -" For a moment it scared me. With the intensity that he used it, the other masters must have undoubtedly felt the force resonating between us, too. But when his hands suddenly grasped my waist tightly and flipped us over on the couch till I was lying beneath his body all rational thinking evaporated completely.

He didn't waste time to connect our lips again and pressing his body against mine, eliciting needy moans from me. I could feel the bulge in his pants, pressing against me at the exact spot that I needed him the most. Moving my hips up to try and meet him, I grind down on him and felt his breath staggering as a result. His hand then goes down, grasping the underside of my leg and pulling it up along his side.

"Obi, please." I broke free from the kiss to breathe, barely holding it together as stars clouded my vision and I felt like I was falling. He only smiled, diving down to my neck and nibbling gently at the skin, his beard scratching the skin in the most perfect way imaginable. I couldn't stand the fabric still separating us, so I moved to undo his belt around his waist till he stopped me; fingers wrapping around my wrist before I could even get close.

"Oh, no no." Obi Wan moved my arm till it was pinned above my head, making me let out another desperate whine. "I still have a job to do, darling, and I can't do it naked."

"What?" My eyes widened as I looked up at his dark eyes. I felt a desperation settle in my stomach, the knowledge that if I didn't get him then, I'd surely tear apart at the seams.

Another grin spread across his lips as he looked down at me, eyes framed by his auburn locks. "So desperate, so needy." His voice dropped dangerously low as he let himself down, leaving a trail of kisses down to my collarbone as his hands dragged further up my sides and moved the dress with it. Even though his fingers left my wrist, I still couldn't move them an inch.

I could only arch my back and moan in response as his lips trailed down my now exposed stomach, only to descent even further till he could kiss the insides of my knees, teasing. His eyes connected with mine as he gently touched the skin, drawing soft circles into my hips as he sat between my legs.

Even with all the power you control, - His eyes then trailed down my body, to the sweat that now glistened on my chest, to the loose fabric of the dress that barely covered my rapidly rising chest. His voice echoed through my head but his lips were pressed against my skin. I can still reduce you to a moaning mess with but a few touches.

His eyes darkened as he pulled my legs over his shoulders and moved down, placing kisses just below my navel that only irked the growing knot further. He hooked his fingers underneath my underwear and then gently, slowly took them off and threw them away.

"Obi Wan, I..." Cursing under my breath, trying to wring my wrists from the invisible force holding them down I glanced down at him, only to meet his eyes as he pressed kisses to the insides of my thighs.

Keep still, darling. Then, he didn't waste any more time. His lips skirted my hot folds, his tongue gliding along the slit till he found the perfect spot that made me arch my back into his movements. With a huff he quickly pressed me down again, fingers sprawled over my stomach as his tongue drew circles in what felt like every nerve of my body.

"Obi please, I can't.." I couldn't even finish the sentence before he drew a loud moan from my lips, having buried one of his fingers knuckle deep inside of me. My vision was almost blinded as the knot tightened, my limbs trembling against the hold he had on me.

"Darling, you wanted this." He drew back for a moment and let his thumb work the magic his lips had done before. His beard glistened with wetness, and it made me gulp warily as I glanced at him. My stomach flipped at the sight, especially with the dangerous look in his eyes.

"You're going to have to take everything I'm going to give you." Obi wan placed a few soft kisses on the inside of my thighs, making me whimper when I felt the rough scratch of his beard. I was sure I'd not be able to walk that day without feeling the ache that those hairs left.

As he added another finger, pumping at the exact perfect pace that had me dangling at the edge, I had to bite my lip to keep myself from screaming out loud. "Unless..." Suddenly, he stopped. I glanced down again, only to be met by a mischievous grin. "You want me to stop."

No, no, no, no. I chanted inside my head, not being able to even form the syllables out loud. But I didn't need to, I quickly discovered, when he chuckled again and went right back to work.

That's what I thought. Then, it was as if something had snapped within him. He went at it fast and rough, hitting exactly the right spots, and I couldn't even make a sound by the intensity of it. My nails dug into the skin of my palms as I bit my lips, fighting against the restraints as the knot tightened and tightened till all I could see was white, and then it all exploded.

As I breathed heavily and he happily drew out the last remainders of my orgasm, my eyes opened slowly as I tried my best to return to the planet's surface. "Work, huh?" chuckling as he made his way back up by placing soft kisses to the top, my hand quickly got strangled in his hair as we looked at each other.

"Are you all right, darling?" A self-satisfied grin spread across his face at the sight of me, and the obvious struggle I still had at gaining breath.

"Never better." I smiled, reaching up and tugging his hair behind his ear. His gaze softened, leaning into my palm momentarily before he snapped back.

"Now, for that specific fantasy of yours, -" A sudden decisiveness leapt through his expression that had me back on alert in an instant as he scooped me up into his arms.

"What, Obi?!" I laughed, draping my arms around his neck as he lifted us up from the couch and walked over to the nearest wall while holding me tightly, showering my neck with kisses as he smirked. "What are you doing?!"

"Exactly what you wanted me to, princess." As my back collided with the wall he didn't waste any time to skirt my dress up and hook my legs around his waist, his fingers again going down and drawing circles on the already oversensitive nub.

"I... I don't..." Gulping, all control disappeared about as fast as I had regained it.

"You don't, what?"

"I need..." another moan disrupted my speech and I had to lay my head down on his shoulders as his fingers continued relentlessly.

"What do you need, darling?" He whispered against my ear, making my heart flutter.

I, I need your... My hands went down to his belt and this time, he let me unbuckle it. When I had trouble opening his pants too, he only chuckled in response and quickly got rid of it himself with just a flick of his wrist. Yet, when I moved to take him into my hand he quickly stopped me and again held my wrists in place.

"I need you to use your words, darling." His breathing had become heavier, but even as he was hard as hell and aching to be touched his resolve remained undefeated.

"Blast, Obi." I whined, throwing my head back against the wall as the pleasure blinded me. But it wasn't enough, I wanted, no, I needed him.

Say it. His voice had lost much of its kindness and instead, it was laden with both want and impatience. As he waited, he'd already positioned himself right at my entrance, teasing me as he placed soft bites on my neck.

"Please, just..." He'd grasped my legs and lifted them further up his waist, till the only thing keeping me up was him and that damned wall behind me. "take me." I breathed out desperately.

"Of course, my queen." Obi Wan had the audacity to smirk before he pushed himself all the way in, making me let out a muffled gasp as I tried to cope with the mere size of him.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck. It took all of my willpower just to hang onto his shoulders as he sat a brutal, slow pace that had me feeling every damned inch of him. I couldn't even grasp anything but him, his hair, the tight muscles of his arm that I felt flex underneath my fingers as he moved me off and up him.

That's it, good girl. He spoke sweetly inside my mind as he kissed my lips. I felt like I was drowning in a sea of him, a sea of both blinding pleasure and love. Moaning into the kiss, my hand went down to his hip to try and guide him into a faster rhythm because this slow and careful one was torturing me beyond believe.

Is this what you wanted? His voice continued in my head as he followed my movements. His breathing had become faster, too, and I could feel the restraint it took for him not to absolutely wreck me at that moment.

Yes, gods, yes. When a particular deep thrust hit exactly the right spot I couldn't hold back the moan without anything to help, so instead I gently bit down on his neck to keep it at bay, tears appearing at the corner of my eyes when it all became too much.

"Blast." Obi Wan moaned out loud and without truly realising, he picked up the pace and instead set one that was absolutely blinding. His fingers began to dig even deeper into the skin of my hips. I'm not going to last much longer, darling. I could feel the bruises forming underneath his hold, and it only drove me even more wild.

Me neither. Without any warning his hand went down again and circled the nub, making my mouth open in a soundless scream as he latched his mouth on my neck, trying to muffle his own sounds. Gods, Obi, I can't - When the climax hit me everything seemed to explode right before my eyes and I was left as a breathless mess, clinging onto his shoulders for dear life.

Obi Wan followed soon after, his movements staggering and a muffled groan leaving his lips as he buried himself even deeper inside of me. Gods, the feeling of him there, the warmth filling me and dripping down, it almost had me falling over the edge for the third time that day.

"So... What was it you said about having a job to do?" Mumbling after a few moments, my fingers combed themselves through his hair. Feeling the grin against my neck as it decorated his face and soon the few soft kisses he placed there, a smile instantly covered my own.

"You, my darling, are absolutely, -" He made his way up my jaw with kisses, planting another on the corner of my mouth before he tried to continue.

"Amazing? Mind blowing? Spectacular?"

"I was going for insufferable, but that will do." Obi Wan chuckled softly before kissing my lips gently. With another flick of his wrists, he'd put his pants back on, making me pout in the kiss. "Now, we'll need to get you cleaned up." And with that he'd picked me up again, bridal style, making sure his tunic didn't get stained. His eyes darted towards the clock. "Training starts in about an hour."

"Then we better hurry."

"Oh, no, I'm not coming with you." Using the force, he'd opened the door to the shower, setting me down on the sink while he let the water run. "Imagine what the other masters would think when they see us both emerging with damp hair."

"You know I can dry us off within a second, right?" I chuckled at him as he picked me up again and set me under the water, making sure his own clothing didn't get wet. His eyes flickered to mine with a scolding look in them before he turned away and made a move to go back to the living room.

When his back was turned towards me I quickly darted forward to grasp his wrist and pulled him under with me without him having even a moment to process what I'd done before it was too late. His feet staggered and he tried his best not to tumble, but he soon realised his protests were in vain when he felt the first drops coming into contact with his skin.

As the water fell down on his hair, wettened his beard and soaked his tunic he sighed deeply and closed his eyes. "Lyanna." Obi Wan simply mumbled as he then proceeded to look down on me, narrowing his eyes as I looked up at him with a satisfied smirk.

"Better take those off, master jedi." Teasing, I undid his belt and threw it out of the shower. "Before they get stained." With another move I'd rid him of his tunic and let my hand glide up his torso, marvelling at the sight of the freckles and copper hairs that covered it.

Obi Wan only sighed, followed by a chuckle as he grasped my waist and pulled me against him. "As I said, insufferable."