Tripping On Air

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"You're sure about this?" Obi-Wan lowly questioned for about the tenth time in as many minutes.

Piling one more item from her office desk into the crate the Jedi held, Embeth Novara sighed contently and smiled a dazzling smile. "Once again, the answer is yes. I'm sure Corsec is not the place for me...too many who are supposed to be the good guys, but are really no better than the bad guys," she softly replied as Obi-Wan glanced around the room, giving a few gathering officers a harsh look, making them quit their ogling.

"Obi-Wan, I thought you said you would try to stop worrying about me?" she sighed.

"Try-is the operative word," he returned, glancing at what was now filling the crate he held.

Brushing her hands of the dust, Embeth retrieved a handful of candy bars from her bottom drawer and quickly tucked them into her pockets. "Fair enough," she agreed, looking at the man before her with warmth filled eyes. "I can worry about you when you're away from the Temple, and you can worry about me and my crazy schemes."

Nodding his head in the positive. "Agreed. But are you sure quitting Corsec is the correct answer?"

Embeth brushed the back of her hand against Obi-Wan's slightly stubbled cheek then leaned up to kiss the cleft in his chin. "Positive. Besides, I've had a couple very interesting job offers of late."

With that, she dropped the subject and began to head for the exit, Obi-Wan following closely in her wake. "What sort of offers?" He asked hesitantly as they both waited for the lift.

"Just offers," the dark-haired woman skirted the issue, knowing it would drive her lover mad.

"Embeth, what offers?" Obi-Wan again requested as they stepped onto the lift, her silence only confirming that he probably didn't wish to know the truth-but it was required.

Crossing her arms over her chest, then suddenly remembering her chocolate and casually unwrapping the lucious candy, Embeth stole a glance from the corner of her eye to the only other occupant on the lift with her-Obi-Wan. "Okay fine," she relented, noticing how he was trying not to tap his booted foot impatiently.

"I have a couple offers of employment from various bounty hunting organizations..."

"Hells, Embeth, you have got to be losing your mind if you..."

Taking a bite of chocolate, savoring the flavor as she held up her hand to stop him. "And one from the Jedi..."

Obi-Wan turned to face the woman as the lift stopped and the doors opened, his surprise quite evident upon his face as his brows rose quite comically at her revelation. Without acknowledgement, Embeth stepped from the lift, slightly tripping over the minimal difference between lift and tile floor.

"Just what have you been up to?" Obi-Wan questioned as the two walked to the shuttle stop.

"I, Jedi Kenobi, have been up to nothing. It's you Jedi who seem to have been looking into my skills," she teased in a double manner, waggling her eyebrows at the man now walking beside her, making him smirk.

"Besides 'those' skills," he urged with a shake of his head.

Sighing quite put upon for effect; Embeth couldn't help but grin. "Seems a certain Jedi Knight has been singing my praises at tracking even the most notorious of the galaxy, to other Jedi back on the Council and just about any and everywhere else...thank you," she sweetly said, brushing her hand against his arm.

"Your praises are easy to spread," he said with sincerity.

"So, all your talk has paid off. I've been offered quite a lucrative job working with the Jedi and tracking down the worst of the worst through mountains of data and crazy hunches," the dark-haired woman explained, taking another bite of chocolate and nearly moaning in appreciation.

Obi-Wan couldn't help but revel in the way the woman found such pleasure. It was evident in her voice, it was damn near a sexual experience with her at watching and hearing her devour her chocolate, which gave him a sudden, very naughty idea to try out later that night when they were alone.

"...Did you hear me?" Embeth asked as they neared the shuttle stop.

Looking a bit flustered, Obi-Wan grunted. "...No, sorry. What were you saying?"

"I was saying, would you like to go out tonight to dinner and celebrate my more than likely accepting this new job offer at the Temple?"

Shifting the heavy container in his arms, he couldn't help but smile mischievously. "Maybe I can persuade you to stay in quarters tonight," he suggested slyly, earning him a suspicious look from his lover.

"Possibly," she voiced with a laugh.

"Fair enough," he agreed, nodding towards the approaching shuttle, and with that, setting his plans for a very sexy, alluring evening in motion.