Title: 21 Ways to Love You
* * * * * Jade supposed she preferred her birthday this way – quiet and peaceful. A few greetings and some thoughtful gifts from Masters Sejam and Jinn were all she could hope for. Yet something was missing…rather, someone. She knew exactly whose absence was making her day seem uneventful. Jade sighed and poured herself a glass of champagne from the bottle sent over by her friend Ouillot. It was startling quality, and Jade couldn’t help wondering who Will must have flirted with to obtain such a costly gift. Smiling to herself, Jade switched on some music and settled onto the sofa. She closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of the alcohol and the pounding of the bass drum. Her senses detected a presence at her apartment just before the buzzer sounded. With a lazy groan, she hoisted herself from the comfort of the couch and opened the door panels. Jade found herself face to face with a veritable jungle of pink roses, interspersed with white, pink-edged daisies. With an astonished gasp, she parted the flowers, only to see a pair of twinkling blue eyes peering at her. “Obi, this is too much,” she breathed, stifling an incredulous gasp. “I agree with you on that,” he proclaimed, attempting to balance the gift as he entered her chambers. “But with a bit of direction, I believe I can manage.” Jade laughed and took his elbow, directing him to the dining table. He placed the multiple vases down with a grunt, then arched his back in a leisurely stretch. She noticed he was not wearing his usual padawan robes, but fitted denim pants and a dark blue sweater. “Who knew such little things could be so heavy?” Obi grimaced. Jade circled the bouquets, periodically inhaling their scent. With an adoring grin, she moved behind Obi and began to deftly massage his shoulders. He sighed heartily, closing his eyes and leaning back into her touch. Jade found herself slightly disquieted by the sensation of his muscles beneath her fingers, feeling a bit bold. “Thank you for my gift,” Jade whispered into his ear. “What’s that?” he murmured. “My pink garden…thank you.” “Oh, you think that’s your gift?” he grinned, eyes still closed blissfully. Jade stopped her ministrations and rested her chin on his shoulder, peering at him with interest. “It’s not?” “Not at all.” Jade moved in front of him, crossing her arms with an inquisitive stare. “Then what is my gift?” Obi matched her stance teasingly. “You have to guess.” “Are you taking me out drinking?” she asked, almost accusingly. Obi shook his head. “Too typical for a 21st birthday.” “Mmm…a candlelit dinner? We have plenty of roses, and champagne.” “Too predictable,” he replied casually. Jade frowned. “What, are you going to spank me 21 times or something?” Obi’s eyes locked on her face so seriously and for so long she felt herself redden. His face slowly melted into a mischievous smile as he shook his head. “Tempting, but no.” Jade threw her hands upward in exasperation. “I give up.” Obi stepped to her, gripping her waist. “First of all, I don’t understand this.” He shook her a little, and she felt his fingers creeping toward her belt clasp. “What?” “THIS,” he emphasized, tugging at the front of her robes. “My clothes?” she asked, entirely puzzled. “Your padawan robes aren’t exactly birthday party attire.” To her complete shock, he began to unfasten her belt. “Therein lies the problem, you see.” “Obi-Wan, WHAT are you doing?” “Getting you dressed properly,” he replied with ease. “This simply won’t do.” As he drew apart her robes, Jade clutched them back together. “Come on, now,” she scolded. Obi raised an eyebrow. “Will you please stop fussing?” At the exasperation in his voice, Jade’s eyes widened. “Obi, I –“ “Hush!” His demanding tone made Jade hold her hands up in defeat. With a satisfied nod, he pushed away the clothing, gathering it up before it fell to the floor. He folded it hastily, tossing it to the sofa. As he turned back, Obi swallowed heavily at the sight of her in a pink satin bra and matching bikini panties. She really had no idea what that did to him… Jade stood before him with her hands propped on her hips. “Now what?” Before he lost his resolve, Obi slipped an arm around her waist and drew her to rest against him. “Now, your birthday present,” he whispered. Obi placed a soft, lingering kiss on her cheek. “One,” he said softly, moving to the side. Her eyelids fluttered closed as his lips and tongue brushed the inner curve of her ear. “Two.” His lips found her temple, forehead and the tip of her nose as he counted three, four and five. Obi torturously bypassed her lips and kissed her chin. “Six…” At Jade’s light gasp, Obi smiled and straightened, wanting to gaze into her eyes. The languid expression in his gorgeous blue eyes made her body melt immediately. “Only fifteen more kisses to go,” he whispered. Jade yielded his promise by tipping her head backward. He kissed her throat and collarbone, then her shoulders. “Nine…” As Obi strode around her, the plush sweater brushed her bare skin, setting it on fire. “No fair, your clothes are still…” Her statement was lost as his lips pressed between her shoulder blades, punctuated with a light nip. His hands encircled her to timidly rest on her breasts. As Jade gasped and pressed against him, he began to feel her body with slow, lusty caresses. His hands suddenly retreated, only to follow his lips as they trailed down her spine. He grasped her hips as his kisses came to rest at the small of her back. She could feel his intense breathing against her skin, and he inhaled sharply as he progressed around her waist. He knelt before her, his tongue tracing the outline of her navel. Obi could feel the feminine heat against his chest, and his kisses on her abdomen grew more aggressive. His lips formed the word “fourteen” as his nose brushed the underside of her breasts. Jade ran her fingers through his cropped hair, resting them on the back of his neck as he rained delicate kisses over the curves of her breasts. His thumbs traced her nipples through the material, and Jade resented the beautiful anticipation of being unclad before him. Unfortunately for her, undressing her further was not part of his gift. Obi lowered her onto the plush carpet, then tore off his own sweater, propping himself above her. “Where was…I’ve lost count,” he panted helplessly, beads of perspiration glistening on his skin. Jade shook her head. “It doesn’t matter.” As she drew his face to hers for a kiss, Obi abruptly ducked her. “Ah, yes.” He crept down her body until she couldn’t feel him near her. “Fifteen.” It was a tickling, arousing sensation when his lips closed around the arch of her foot. He suckled at her ankle bone, then kissed his way up her calves. When Obi reached her thighs, she could sense he was becoming undone yet again. “Eighteen,” he gasped, and Jade could have died for the exquisite feel of his breath on her inner thighs. His tongue caressed her skin with long, insistent laps, like a lion grooming its mate. She felt his fingers grasp the waistband of her panties and tear them away with a low growl. Her body reacted immediately, and the scent of her was making him lose control. “Nineteen,” Obi said, his voice a soft cry as he kissed her hips with abandon. Jade lifted her leg to his shoulder, writhing beneath him. As his fingers lovingly found their way to the softness of her beautiful center, she felt his breath leave her hip. His tongue drove into her so suddenly that her body felt electrified. Obi’s lips worked the outer folds as he tasted Jade’s pleasure, filling her with his tongue in a sadistically languorous manner. As she ground herself against his mouth, crying out his name, Obi’s lovemaking became more frantic. Gripping her backside ferociously, he began to tug gently at her sensitive spots with his teeth, moaning into the moist heat as her body crested toward release. Jade nearly screamed with pleasure as he covered her with his mouth, stifling his own cries as her essence flowed into him. Panting uncontrollably, Obi rose to his knees and sat back for a moment to study his love. Jade was breathing heavily as she opened her eyes. She scanned his bare-chested form and noticed a dark stain at the groin of his pants. Her eyes widened as he blushed furiously. “Did I make you do that?” she asked in wonder, her voice holding a hint of amusement. Obi responded with a nod before crawling over her, resting his lithe, strong weight on her barely covered body. He toyed with her hair for a moment, holding her gaze for the longest time. Ever so lightly, Obi leaned in until their lips were almost touching. “And here…” He kissed her sweetly, a full kiss of passion and love. “Here’s number 21.” “Keep doing this and I’ll run out of body parts,” Jade joked, her eyes half-cast. Obi brushed the hair back from her forehead, gazing at her tenderly. “Never. You’re an untouched paradise waiting to be discovered,” he whispered, his voice choked with emotion. Jade reached up to touch his cheek with a smile. Obi returned the grin and rubbed noses with her. “Happy Birthday, Jadey.” The End
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