Ellyn tugged at the sides of that green leopard print dress, heels clicking as she headed to his apartment. Obi-Wan Kenobi, someone who took her affections as a game or a laugh. He never seemed to look at her like she wanted him to and now—after the seduction of his dark side had failed, she had to re-evaluate her plans. Though, those were interrupted often enough. Being shipped with him for kisses was maddening. He played them off so well, it didn’t matter how hot they were or how badly she wanted more than that, he just left her to her own devices.
But, no. Not this time. She’d earned a Magic Anon sometime in the recent hours and it cursed her hard. Not that she hadn’t minded getting conditional control until she had sex. It had been weeks since she had sex with someone other than herself. However…The stipulations were a bitch and a half. Get laid in 24 hours or die. What the Hell was up with that? Way to ruin a good climax. And though she knew she could have anyone, she wanted to plunk herself into Obi-Wan’s apartment and ask him to help her.
Because, why not? It was a good excuse and she could tell he hadn’t had sex in months. Both of them needed this for one way or another. If it led to more interactions, so be it. If it went South and he feigned form her touch again…Well, she’d resort to using her own magic and herblore. If she could open the door now and get a grip on his desire for her; maybe, just maybe she’d be able to fan those smoldering embers into a full fledged flame. After all, she’d seen him blaze brightly in anger, dancing and just once before between her thighs.
Her heels slowed some as she neared his door, taking a moment to adjust her dress again, fingers sliding over her sides before she fiddled with her hair, pulling her magic tight to conceal that twisted streak in her blood and to shield her mind. Carefully, she projected anxiousness and nervousness, but no tears. That would ruin her makeup. Ellyn lifted her hand and delicately knocked on his door, taking a small step back and biting her bottom lip. She kept her eyes wide and tried to appeal to that white knight syndrome of his, dressed for going out and having a good time, but, obviously not. A little confusion for him so he’d talk and she’d have to spill—a motivator.
Obi-Wan sensed Ellyn before he opened the door and saw her. She often came to him when she was in distress. His presence calmed her somehow, as though their opposing natures— her tempestuous passion versus his measured serenity— served to complement each other rather than conflict.
She was dressed up tonight, as she often was when he saw her. She was wearing a form-fitting green dress that would have caught most men staring, but he only spared it a glance before diverting his eyes in the interest of courtesy. She seemed anxious over something— a hint of worry was splayed across her face as she chewed her lip. He reached out and rested his hand on her shoulder, gently prompting her forward into his apartment, and only spoke after the door was closed.
“What’s happened?” he asked, concern evident on his features. He kept one hand on her shoulder, his thumb rubbing comfortingly over the skin.