[He met her lips eagerly, his body wanting. A small noise escaped the back of his throat as he felt her legs tighten around him. Somewhere in the corner of his mind he felt a rushing sort of relief— he didn’t have to hold back any longer. He was free to take this as far as it would go, without the fear of anyone looking over his shoulder. Once the kiss was broken, he gently lowered her feet to the floor.]
I think we ought to go upstairs for this next part.
[She mused over how long she’d longed for him, since even before he likely had inklings of feelings beyond a fascination about her behaviour around him, and finally every less than innocent glance over him, and buried thought was coming into fruition. In just the small sound he made, it confirmed all of her imaginings, and she had no other concerns to plague what bliss that engaged, her feet gently touching down, yet still lingering with her hands on his neck, looking up at him with half-lidded eyes, smiling]
How much would you bet against the idea that I can beat you there? [She slid her hands over his shoulders, and down the lengths of his arms, until her fingers were pulling away from his, and Justine turned, walking backwards on her heels towards the staircase, watching him with a playfulness in her gaze]
[She was toying with him now. Her expression and posture were inviting, but she was going to play up her advantage. Obi-Wan had to admit— she was a fast learner. She had figured out exactly how to get under his skin in record time, and that made her all the more irresistible. He was curious to see how this played out.]
[Tempted though he was to follow in haste, he opted to resist, moving at his own leisure as he tailed her up the stairs. He held her gaze the entire way, his own eyes steadfast and completely unshaken. His fingertips trailed lightly along the banister as they ascended, and then along the surface of the wall— and despite the lust in his eyes that stemmed from being a man, he also displayed the poise and remarkably steady resolve of a Jedi Knight.]
And why not make it to be a game? After having been told for so long that it was forbidden, it seemed that her draw towards making the most out of every moment would defeat the eagerness of prolonged tension. And to see his subtle hints and tells of desire while she played off her upper hand was worth every second. Where her eyes beckoned, his were dark with a primal, and predatory edge, which made Justine feel less and less like the temptress, luring him to her trap, and more akin to a retreating rabbit, cautiously monitoring each step to ensure the fox remained unprovoked.
Yet every path had it’s end, and soon she found herself gently backing against the door to her room, distance between them closing. One hand gently sliding over the surface of the threshold’s face, fingers curling around the handle, and at the same time her toes curled in harnessed anticipation. Her smile only briefly hindered by the way she bit her bottom lip.