Tripping On Air

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Once on the upper levels, the skies uncharacteristically let loose with a torrent of rain. The sound of the large raindrops near deafening as it engulfed everything surrounding the young woman when she stepped off the shuttle and tried to make her way towards the office to check on Durra's apprehension.

After finally giving up on the fact that she would not stay dry no matter how many times she crept along the open building entryways, Embeth just gritted her teeth and decided to forego the torture and ignore the rain. Even as it drenched her to the bone, she was most certain her appearance surely must resemble the likes of a drowned nerf.

Thumbing her comlink on after being alerted to the call, Embeth answered and was greeted by Obi-Wan's stony report of Durra's capture. It wasn't until the Jedi had started in on what the dark-haired woman considered an unwanted lecture that she thumbed off the handsome Jedi's remarks mid-sentence, placing the comlink back on her belt. Ignoring the next few instances when the bothersome device alerted her to the call-she knew damn well who was on the other end and she was determined that he could mind his own business. She was an adult after all, not some foppish child in need of Jedi help or a talking to by some bothersome Knight.

Traveling the walkway leading to the entrance of Corsec, Embeth got her first good look at herself in the windows' reflection of the building. "All hells," she muttered, fingering her hair so that it was out of her eyes as the rain continued to fall, easing up just a bit.

It was then that she decided it really wasn't worth going back to work. Surely Durra was secured at the Jedi Temple, all traces or reason of Corsec's involvement in his apprehension were more than likely wiped out the moment Kenobi had him in custody, the officer mused as she turned about and headed in the opposite direction, back towards the shuttle stop.

But one look at the massive crowd fighting and elbowing their way to the approaching shuttle, made the woman groan, turning once more, opting to walk the way back to her quarters. Surely it would be safer and most likely faster than fighting off the minions waiting for each subsequent shuttle to arrive.

As the dark-haired woman walked, stomping through the gathering puddles along the walkway, the more she thought about what the Jedi would have probably said to her back at the club. Thus, the angrier she became-especially with each subsequent, ignored call on her comlink.

"Enough!" She shouted over the pummel of falling rain, fumbling to release the comlink from beneath her soaked cloak. The smattering of people near her, giving the seemingly 'odd' woman a wide berth as she muttered aloud and went in circles fidgeting with her attire.

Grinning in triumph, the woman stared momentarily at the evil device she'd just freed and then quickly tossed it over her shoulder, not caring in the least where it ended up as long as it wasn't near her.

The voice stopped her in her tracks. "Lose something?" She could just see that smirk.

Spinning on her heel, Embeth was now facing a rather wet Jedi holding her comlink in his hand. "No. Now go away and bother somebody else," she ordered, turning about and stomping her way back down the street, Obi-Wan was momentarily stunned before he too was following fast in pursuit.

Without warning, Embeth Novara stopped in her tracks and found that Obi-Wan nearly slammed into her at this sudden and quite unexpected decision. "And what exactly do you mean I'm not...not...covert?" She demanded, pointing a finger against his chest, each word emphasized by a jab.

Obi-Wan's eyes narrowed. "You nearly shouted 'Corsec' back there," he fumed, wiping the water from his face. "Anybody in that place could have torn you limb from limb and all you would have done is sit there and..."

"Ooh, you stupid man!" Embeth shouted, stomping her foot and only having it land heavily in a puddle, drenching Obi-Wan from boot to thigh. "Sure, I might not be the most experienced officer in Corsec. Yes, I'm chained to that desk doing something I both hate and love...what are you trying to say? I'm not good at my job?"

Hands on his hips, the Jedi tried to give his most imposing look of annoyance but it didn't phase the woman before him. "I did not say you couldn't do your job..."

"Ah, but you did...in so many words. You're no better than those egotistical dweebs I work with back in the office-you figure because I'm a woman, I need constant rescue or I can't do what I've been trained for all these years." She accused, her hair falling in her eyes, her clothes so sopping wet they hung heavily off her frame.

"I just meant you were about as subtle sitting back in the Lunara as a bantha in the middle of the shopping gallery. I said..."

Embeth shoved the Jedi on his shoulders and turned about. "I'll have you know, I may hate my job from time to time. But damnit, I know what I'm doing and I do it well. Tell me, Jedi Kenobi, just who was it that found Durra? Huh?"

Obi-Wan did have the good graces to look a tad put in his place for one brief moment as he stopped and watched the woman's exit before he quickly strode after her, clutching her upper arm so that she turned about in a fury to see him better.

"Yes, yes you did find Durra. But at a high price," he confessed, noticing how the anger in her eyes momentarily softened in confusion. "In all the seven hells, you could have been killed," he shot back, knowing the woman before him had not even thought once about the issue.

Before the damnable woman could utter any reply, Obi-Wan leaned forward and planted his lips upon hers in such a fierce, passionate kiss that it surprised himself just as much as the dark-haired woman slowly pulling away from him minutes later.

"I...you...I caught Durra, I knew the risks," she stammered, stepping back, then suddenly closing the gap between them once more, pulling the handsome Jedi to her by the robes and returning the kiss with even more heat.


Lingering a soft, slow kiss to her lips, Obi-Wan reluctantly released the woman in his arms and couldn't help the lopsided grin that now graced his face. "That was not fair," Embeth accused. "You ruined a perfectly good tirade."

Cocking his head to the side, the Jedi couldn't help but laugh naughtily. "I'm sure you can put me in my place again. I'm sorry...I just...I saw you in that club and my focus turned to you and your safety and ...I acted like a fool."

Embeth eyed the auburn-haired Jedi curiously. "You mean that, don't you?"

"Yes I do," he promised, his arms extended from his sides in a surrendering manner as water dripped freely from the material of his robes.

"Don't ever do that again...act like a fool," she warned, but most of the venom was now lost from her voice as it finally registered that the handsome Jedi had kissed her so thoroughly that it nearly rattled her teeth.

Obi-Wan shifted his stance as Embeth suddenly eyed him critically as he weighed her words. "I'm thinking...I'm thinking..." Obi-Wan replied.

"It's my job, let me do it. I don't go around telling you how to be a Jedi, so please don't go around telling me how to be a member of Corsec."

With a loud sigh, the Jedi relented. "I promise...I will try my best to not interfere. But I will probably worry about your safety. But I will...to hell and back, Embeth, I can't help wanting to keep you in one piece."

Groaning, Embeth brushed a sopping wet strand of hair from her eyes and looked at the man before her and grinned. "So tell me, Jedi Kenobi, does this mean you care?" Her voice broke a little at the implications.

"Possibly," he baited, that naughty glint in his eyes clearly evident to any passing fool who watched the interaction.

"My place or yours?"

"I thought you were still under the mistaken impression that we Jedi were celibate," he smirked, his brow raising in amusement as it seemed that the woman before him was blushing.

Closing the gap, grasping the collar of his Jedi robes, she leaned up to look eye to eye at the man before her. "Prove me wrong," she challenged in a sultry voice.

Obi-Wan's eyes danced with mirth and seduction as he met her gaze. "My pleasure...and yours too," he lowly growled, running the pad of his index finger down the bridge of her nose. "Your place."

"Huh?" Embeth asked, not fathoming the question for the thoughts running through her sex addled mind.

"Your place, it's closer," he chuckled, grabbing her hand in his and leading her down the walkway. "Besides, a Temple full of Jedi can be unusually nosey when one brings a beautiful, rain drenched woman back to their quarters."

Smiling with mischief, Obi-Wan looked the part of the feline that ate the sand mouse. "I take it you bring rain soaked women back to your place, often?" Embeth teased, gaining her the Jedi's attention.

"Possibly," he grinned.

"It's never a straight answer with you Jedi, is it?" She laughed, her shoes sloshing and squishing with each step.

"Probably," Obi-Wan laughed, gently squeezing her hand.

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