Title: The Ambush
* * * * * You practically bounce down the hall, trying in vain to suppress an excited grin. After about six months of missions on the outer rim, Obi Wan was back! You rushed over to the Temple as soon as you could, once you heard the news. You’ve missed him more then you can say. So caught up are you in the news, that you don’t pay particular attention to your surroundings. But suddenly a body crashes into you, knocking you into a nearby broom closet before you can do more then give a startled squawk. The closed door gives enough light through the cracks for you to recognize your assailant; Obi Wan Kenobi. “Obi!” You squeal, and leap into his arms. Your greeting forces him to take a half step back, and his hands go down to clench your ass to keep you in the air. Before he can react more, you plant your lips on his and kiss him aggressively. He groans in surprised thanks, and it is a moment before he comes back to himself enough to kiss you back. You breath leaves you as he slams you against the wall and returns the kiss. Your tongues duel for a long while before he releases the kiss. You notice with a certain smug pride that he is panting at least as hard as you are. You give him a shy, sappy grin. “I missed you.” He smiles back, the warmth in his eyes making you melt. “Is that so?” He rumbles. His hands go behind him to coax your legs back to the ground, and his eyes take this opportunity to roam down your figure. He lingers a moment on your very tight, low-cut blouse that you wore just for him. You smirk as his breathing becomes more labored and nod vigorously. He leers at you and leans closer, until you can feel his breath on your face. “And just how much did you miss me, love?” Your smirk widens to a wicked grin. You had been hoping he would ask that; a very evil idea had occurred to you not long ago, and you had been waiting for an opportunity to try it out on him. Without warning, you wrap one arm around his neck, and yank him down to bury his face in your cleavage. He makes a muffled noise of surprise, and you can feel shock emanating from him at your response. You stand still for a moment, simply holding him there. Then you start to wiggle about, jiggling your breasts against his face. He groans loudly, and he raises one hand to feel up your body until he reaches your hand holding his face down. He pulls on it slightly, trying to coax you into letting him up. You grin widely, and wiggle some more before letting him up. When he surfaces, he looks a bit bewildered. He blinks rapidly and takes a half step back, trying to regain control of himself. He swallows, and lets out a sigh before he finally looks at you. You smirk. “Does that answer your question?” You ask innocently. He frowns in puzzlement, and blinks again. “Wa-” he clears his throat. “Was I asking something?” You giggle. “Yes, love. You wanted to know how much I missed you. Did that help?” His eyes narrow in comprehension. The befuddlement slowly disappears, replaced by a look that makes you shiver. He places one hand on either side of your head. “That was extremely naughty of you.” His voice is low and husky. You give a slow grin. You know by now that it turns him on to no end when you misbehave; the results are always rewarding. “And that’s just what made it worthwhile!” You proclaim proudly. He gives you a naughty smirk. “Ah, but you forgot something, love. I’m not afraid to fight back.” With that he lunges down and buries his face in your cleavage. But there’s a bit of a difference this time; almost immediately, you feel a wet muscle roaming around, as his face caresses your soft, sensitive skin. His arms go around your upper back, and he holds you firmly in place. You give a startled squeak and lurch. “Obi!” You cry, trying to sound indignant. He chuckles against you, nearly making you moan as the noise vibrates against you. Your breathing comes hard as he shoves you back against the wall with his body, his very large erection grinding repeatedly into you. His hands slowly slide down your back until the reach your butt. He squeezes your cheeks almost painfully in his hands, and grinds you into him. You let your head fall back against the wall, and whimper helplessly against the onslaught. You pleasure is interrupted, though, as you hear voices outside the broom closet. Obi halts and raises his head as you both glance at the door. Voices outside, wondering where you both went. You frown briefly, trying to figure out who it could be, as the voices grow louder. Obi quickly looses interest and reburies his head in your breasts. You bite your lip hard, trying to hold in moans as whoever it is outside gets closer. At last, you can’t completely hold it in, and let out a series of whimpers under your breath. “O-Obi!” You hiss at him around quiet moans. He lets out a muted growl, and sucks forcibly on one breast. You gasp and involuntarily jerk up, pushing him further into your cleavage. He groans, and grinds against you. Your breath is now coming in short gasps. At last, the voices die away, and it seems that you two are alone. After several tries, you finally manage to pull his face up. A wide grin splits his face as you try to catch your breath. His Padawan braid dangles down, just barely disappearing into your shirt and tickling the skin there. “We could have gotten caught!” You try to scold him. If anything, he grins wider, and leans to your ear. “Ah, but that’s the fun part, isn’t it?” You are suddenly reminded of the position of his hands as he squeezes you ass and groans into your ear. He lingers there for a long moment before his hands release you and drift around to the tie on your pants, and slowly tugs it loose. Your hands fumble to his belt, clumsily trying to free him of clothing. Obi manages to pull your pants and panties down, unsurprisingly leaving your shirt on. He slowly pulls them down your legs until they are low enough to fall to the ground on their own. You gasp for breath as his mouth caresses your jawline, and you still have to success with his tunics. When his hands drift around to your bare bottom, you finally gasp out a plea. “Off.” You breathe into his ear. “Take this off.” He chuckles against your neck before placing a soft kiss there and pulling back. “Stay right here.” He tells you, placing one finger on your lips before pulling back to concentrate on his clothes. Your jaw falls open as he pulls off his tunics to reveal his bare chest, lightly dusted with hair. You notice, as usual, the trail of hair that leads down his stomach into his pants. You take a step forward and hook you hands into the waistline of his pants, taking care to rake your fingernails nightly down his behind as you pull down. He groans at the feeling, and quickly steps out of the confining cloth. You see his erection spring to life in front of you as you release it from its cloth prison. You lick your lips, and reach for it before he can protest. His mouth falls open and he groans as you stroke his hard length. His hands grasp your shoulders tightly, and his hips thrust helplessly into your caress. After several long moments, he grabs your hand and pushes it away from him. You look up at him with fear in your eyes. Have you displeased him somehow? But the desire in his eyes, the need quickly put rest to your doubts. He leans forward and kisses you desperately, the force of his kiss slamming you back against the wall and raising you in the air. You feel his member, hard and ready, poise at your entrance. He releases your lips and stay there for a moment, panting into your ear. Then, your head hits the wall hard as he slams himself into you. His face leans down and he buries it in your cleavage again. His braid follows this time, snaking its way into your bra and tickling one breast as his tongue investigates the other. You groan and arch your back into his face as he thrusts repeatedly into you. His hands drift down to brace your butt, squeezing and pushing you in time to meet his thrusts. You bury your hand in his hair, and cover your mouth with the other hand, trying to hide your moans. You know he is getting closer as his hands tighten on your butt, and he groans helplessly into your cleavage. He mumbles incoherent pleas, his thrusts getting more and more desperate. He abruptly shouts into your breasts as the spasms begin, squeezing his cock tighter and tighter. Then, you barely conceal a scream as you explode at the same time he does, shouting into your cleavage. The two of you milk each other on until it almost hurts; then, at last, his thrusts slow and you feel him soften inside of you. He pulls his head from its cozy nest and looks at you for a long moment, then kisses you slowly and softly. You let out a slight whimper, and wrap your arms around his neck. He pulls back, and nuzzles your face before resting his cheek against yours. “I missed you, too.” The End
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