|darththalia (darththalia) wrote in tpm_flashback,|
@ 2005-04-10 02:23:00
Original poster: emila_wan
Warnings: The author doesn't put any warnings, but it's het, obviously.
Author's e-mail: email@example.com
Link to story: http://www.queerasjedi.com/siri/fic/con
Summary: After a long, tiring mission involving fertility rituals, Siri's frustration becomes contagious.
Reasons for recommending: First off, we don't have enough good het fic in this fandom, IMHO. I love slash, but I'm a heterosexual, so the thought of Obi-Wan getting all hot and bothered because Siri's going through a sexual meltdown is just ... guh. And Helens does such a great job making it all plausible, real, humorous, and hot at the same time. I especially like how Siri's assumptions about Obi-Wan's celibacy are WAY off base, and her gradual realization about just who Obi-Wan's last lover was. Finally, this fic deserves special recognition for the invention of the term "lickjob" which should enter the vernacular ASAP.
"You don't look like you've been sleeping very well. Is there something I can do for you?"
She shook her head and raised a hand to the back of her neck, stretching. The hemline of her tunic came up a few inches, baring a handspan of her stomach, and Obi-Wan looked away. All the talk of mating on Rodash IV had made him take uncomfortable notice of Siri. She was beautiful -- healthy, athletic, very comfortable in her own skin, and aware of her sex appeal. She'd been quite forward on Rodash IV, though her attention had been focused on the viceroy. Obi-Wan had still ended up taking several cold showers during the course of the mission, trying not to think about her like that. He didn't want to think about how she'd smirk if she found out about the directions his thoughts had taken, particularly during the ritual in which Siri was coated with safflower oil and the viceroy had -- he stopped that thought in his tracks. Siri wouldn't just smirk; she'd never let him live it down. She'd often teased him for being overly conservative. Actually, she'd been a bit less flattering than that. Her exact phrase had been "a conservative, obedient prude." Unfortunately, he couldn't object. He'd been serving as focus and conscience to some of the Order's more unconventional Jedi most of his life -- first Qui-Gon Jinn, now Anakin Skywalker. The role was as natural to him as breathing. Her remarks might have stung, but they were accurate.