Author's Notes: Obviously, I haven't been posting a chapter every day this week…I'M SORRY, I'm just super slow at writing. But I promise I will finish the ventrobi fics for each day/topic even though, they won't be posted on said 'day." So yeah this might turn into Ventrobi month instead of week by the time I'm finished.

But hey ventrobi week is every week for me anyways ;D

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~Day 2: "Flirting with Danger"~

Asajj Ventress waited impatiently as she tapped her slender fingers loudly on the table, waiting for the Wookie representative to arrive. She was desperate to open that bottle of red wine she had brought to demonstrate her hospitality, but she knew if she did she would drink the whole thing.

Boredom was fueling Asajj's fidgeting and need to drink. She hated these kind of assignments! Diplomacy missions. She honestly didn't understand why Dooku had sent her to negotiate with the Wookies about occupying Alaris Prime, a moon of Alaris in the Kashyyyk system. Dooku was better at negotiations than her. Though, she supposed that was the exact reason why he sent her, so she could get better. A Sith must be an expert at all things.

Alaris Prime was supposedly a technology hub, but it certainly didn't look like to Asajj since she was sitting in middle of a forest. The Wookies wanted to meet in neutral place, far away from any bases.

The clearing in the middle of forest was small but it was large enough for two ships to land comfortably; however, Asajj was still waiting on that other ship. Though she was glad she had gotten here first so she could set up a nice meeting spot to demonstrate her hospitality to the representative. Well in truth, she had a protocol droid bring out the table, the chairs, and put up the tent canopy so the sun wouldn't beat down on them but nevertheless, it was still her notion.

Asajj didn't know what to really expect out of these negotiations since it was no secret that the Wookie leadership was blatantly for the Republic, but the Separatists had made a deal with the wealthy businesses of Alaris Prime to occupy the planet, not the government.

Finally after what seemed like a decade, a ship came into view above and landed on the opposite side of Asajj's Ginivex-class Starfighter. The ship was a Republic attack shuttle.

Ventress frowned before reluctantly standing up to greet them, knowing this couldn't be a good sign. She lightly touched her right lightsaber hilt just in case this turned into 'aggressive negotiations.'

Before the landing platform even lowered, Asajj felt a great and familiar disturbance in the force. She instantly knew who was on that ship and it was definitely not a Wookie.

"Were you expecting someone a bit hairier?" The constantly smirking Jedi, Obi-Wan Kenobi greeted her. He strode down the ramp with his hands in the shelves of his Jedi robes like he didn't have care in the galaxy.

"You're almost as hairy," Ventress sniped, hands on both lightsaber hilts now. This had to be trap! The Wookies had set her up!

"The Wookies sent me as their representative," Obi-Wan told her, putting his hands up. "I even left my lightsaber in the ship." He opened his robes to his reveal his belt where he usually hooked his lightsaber to. "I can prove you proof on hologram—

"Why did they send you!?"

Obi-Wan chuckled, taking a step forward. "They sent me to negotiate because I'm familiar with you and your tactics…" An odd twinkle appeared in his clear blue eyes.

Ventress crossed her arms and regarded him. "Fine. But I'm certain nothing will come out of this. Waste of time in my opinion." She went back to her chair and gestured for Obi-Wan to sit down in the armchair across from her.

"Lovely presentation, but not as lovely as you, of course," Obi-Wan commented like the good diplomatic he was, taking his seat. "Oh and you brought refreshments. Excellent." He picked it up. "Do you mind?"

Ventress only narrowed her icy eyes at him.

He didn't wait for an answer and opened the bottle of wine using the force. Grabbing her cup with the force also, he poured liquid equally into each cup like it was an art before sliding her cup back across the table.

"I'm curious…" Obi-Wan slurred after taking a sip from his glass. He appeared to like what wine she had picked out. "Why did Dooku send you to negotiation? No offense, Ventress…but you never did process a silver tongue. I'm sure your tongue is talented in other ways…but negotiations?"

Asajj could feel the anger rise in her but she was not going to let this Jedi idiot patronize her. She bit her tongue, while a scary fake smile spread across her face.

Obi-Wan hesitated. He was beginning to think he shouldn't have left his lightsaber in the ship.

"Master Jedi, you underestimated me as usual."

Obi-Wan shook his head and smiled. "On the contrary, I give you more credit than you think." That same twinkle appeared in his eyes again.

Asajj raised an eyebrow. Curiosity bit at her but refused to inquire what he meant by that since he already had too much control over this meeting.

"Let's get on with this Kenobi. Will the Wookies even partake in the deal we had offered them?"

Obi-Wan took another sip of wine before answering her. "Not the official leadership, no."

No surprise there.

Asajj held up her glass and shook the liquid around. "Good thing the government isn't what controls this moon. Wealth does."

Obi-Wan rolled his eyes and leaned forward. "The Republic will intervene if you try to take this place by force."

"Clearly, you have already intervened," Asajj snorted. "We didn't come in by force, we have already made a deal with the Wookies of this moon. This meeting…with said 'leadership' was out of courteous."

"How thoughtful of you."

Ventress sighed. "Well this went exactly how I thought it would as soon as I saw you. Couldn't they have sent me a hologram instead? Instead of this pointless meeting with you?"

He grinned like she had just complimented him. "I like to do things in person, don't you?"

"If it's worth my time."

"Aren't I worth your time?"

"No," Asajj hissed just to spite him. She stood up and he did too, his smile faltering a bit.

"Oh come now! At least help me finish the bottle before you go!" Obi-Wan implored. "You came all this way—

Ventress picked up the bottle and began to chug. It took her good minute but she drained all the remaining liquid by herself. She

Obi-Wan only gaped at her in awe.

"Finished," Asajj retorted, slamming the bottle down hard on the table. She then tried to make her way back to her ship but Obi-Wan swiftly blocked her path.

"Now I can't let you fly," Obi-Wan asserted. He moved his body in front of her each time she tried to walk around him.

Ventress gave him a strange look since he actually looked concern. It confused her.

"I must insist you wait a bit."

Ventress narrowed her eyes at him. "You're seriously concerned for my safety?"

"I wouldn't be a good diplomatic if I didn't show benevolence." He pulled her chair out for her in gentlemen like manner.

"How many times have you tried to kill me before?" Ventress asked, taking the seat. She didn't know why she sat down. Maybe it was curiosity or maybe it was boredom.

"I have never wanted to kill you, my dear," Obi-Wan stated firmly, going back to his seat across from her. "I think that's only on your end."

"Don't call me that," Asajj snarled. He was really starting to annoy her.

Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow. "So it's only okay if you call me those names?"

"I don't say it with sincerity," Asajj mumbled. She bit her tongue . That's not what she wanted to say. Not all. She shouldn't have even enlightened him with an answer.

"My dear, you wound me." Obi-Wan said in the most sarcastic voice he could muster. That stupid smirk appeared on his face again. "Is that better?"

Ventress sighed and rubbed her forehead. "I like it better when we are trying to kill each other."

"I like when we duel too," Obi-Wan replied. "You are very skilled, a worthy opponent—

"Then enough of this small talk!" Ventress exclaimed, flipping the small table between them aside. If one good thing could come out of this disastrous meeting it would be his defeat!

"If you are that anxious to duel, I can…" Obi-Wan began to say but felt the words die away in his mouth when Ventress sauntered up to him and clutched the arms of his chair, trapping him. He could easily push past her but he felt trap to the sit for some reason.

"I hate to admit it…but you are very powerful Jedi," Asajj professed, getting unnervingly close to him. She felt a wave a pleasure go through her at the sight of how uncomfortable he appeared. The power had shifted to her favor and she felt fuel by that.

Finally, she was the one in control.

"Only a few Jedi have ever been worthy adversaries of mine…" She climbed into the chair with him, straddling him and put her fingers to his lips when he tried to say something. Asajj, herself could feel the heat that rose into Obi-Wan's cheeks as they turned slightly pink. It make her chuckle. She then leaned near his ear and whispered, "…so when I defeat you…Obi-Wan Kenobi…the great powerful Jedi General, it will make my victory so much more satisfying."

Obi-Wan exhaled a breath he had been holding in through her fingers. He tried to keep his voice steady. "…defeating me will not be easy. I can guarantee you that, my sweet."

"I know that, darling," Asajj grinned. She trailed her fingers down his face, catching hold of his chin in a hard grip. He could pull away any time but no, he was letting her touch him. "That's what makes you such a delicious challenge. You appear predictable…but you're not…"

"I could say the same for you," Obi-Wan murmured. "Sometimes it seems like you don't want to kill me either."

"Maybe sometimes…" Asajj purred. "Only so I can bend you to my will." She then snaked a hand behind his head and yanked on his hair, pulling his head back so his neck arched.

Obi-Wan let more of arousal moan out than a pained grunt. He squirmed in anticipation underneath her, clutching the arms of the chair.

Asajj breathed on his throat, watching his Adam's apple bobble but abruptly got off him and stood up. She beamed in sadistic delight when she saw the disappointment show in his eyes. This was her victory. This made this meeting worth it and she didn't even have to use her lightsabers. She knew now she was in his head.

"I think I should go now." Asajj brushed off imaginary dirt off her shoulders, acting like that whole thing had been dull and boring to her. She then called the droid from her ship to put away the table and the chairs.

"Wait…Asajj." His voice sounded very small and fragile to her.

"What is it, Kenobi?" She turned back around but when she did, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her back down on his lap. He then planted his lips against her lips before she could even react. It had caught her off guard. She had been certain he wouldn't try anything this drastic because of his Jedi code, but he had proved her wrong once again.

It wasn't a long kiss but it was a passionate kiss. Any built up feeling he seemed to have was expressed through his lips to hers in those quick ten seconds. Pure lust, longing, and benevolence were all felt at the same time. He broke away hastily and stood up, bringing her up to a standing position with him.

"Well that was unexpected." Ventress touched her mouth in surprise. His beard tickled her. She liked that.

"I agree I think we should go now," Obi-Wan responded shakily, staring at the ground like he was in shock. He couldn't believe he had just done that. It was so unlike him. Someone must have briefly taken control of his mind because there was no way he had done that consciously.

"Now that's something predictable of you," Ventress muttered, hiding the discontentment that pinched at her. "You always run away when things start to get interesting."

Obi-Wan spun back around with his signature smirk on his face again; seemingly back to his annoying self. "I can assure you, Ventress nothing interesting will be happening as we should probably part ways now…but there is always a next time." He winked. That twinkle in his eyes seemed to evolve into something more beguiling.

A smirk also appeared on Asajj's face.