Title: Council Chamber Interlude
* * * * * General and Jedi Master Obi Wan Kenobi sits alone in the council chamber, one hand stroking his beard, staring off into space. The dark of the city is hidden from view, as the shades are currently drawn. The door swings open, revealing a small, dark-haired woman. Obi Wan looks up from his brooding. Her long dress swirls around her ankles as she walks over to the brooding Jedi Master. She stands in front of him, reaching out her hand to caress his cheek. Her eyes flash in the dim lights. Obi-Wan's eyes meet hers, and they lock. Obi Wan clasps her hand in his, and brings it over to his mouth. His eyes never leave hers as he kisses the back of her hand gently. "And what would you want here tonight, lassie?" Obi Wan's voice is a deep rumble. You suppress a smile; judging by the tone of his voice, he seems to have picked up on your "intentions" on coming here tonight. There are distinct advantages to having a Jedi as a lover. You smiled wickedly, and pull on the shoulder of your dress, exposing the flesh, letting slide down. "I sensed you needed me," you say softly. "In more way than one." His eyes lock on the exposed skin of your shoulder, and you see his lips part beneath his beard. One hand reaches out to grasp your hip tightly. Then, he abruptly moves. Before you can react, his mouth is on you, kissing your belly passionately through the fabric of your dress. You moan, sensations of his lips sending waves over your skin. Reaching down, you run your fingers through his soft hair. "Kiss me," you beg. He pulls you down to your knees and takes your lips. His tongue flicks against yours, tasting you. One arm goes around your waist, yanking you down on the chair with him. The other slides around the back of your head, crushing you into him and leaving no escape as he expertly ravishes you. You move your hand down his chest, moving lower. You slowly lower your hand on his hardness, feeling him shudder under your hand. He moans and kisses you harder. Your breath catches as you feel the rumble start deep in his chest. His hips raise slightly into your caress. You give him a squeeze, enjoying the growl he gives, and the desperate edge it lends to the kiss. Then you pulled back, leaving him. You stand and slowly let the dress drop from your body. He makes a deep rumble in his throat and his eyes take every inch of you in, lustfully. You can see his chest rise and fall rapidly as the bulge in his pants grows more pronounced. He tries to stand and go to you, but you place one hand on his chest and push him back down. "No." You tell him. "I've always wanted to make love in a council chair. We'll not be doing this one the floor." His eyes grow deep and hooded, the shade a pure green. "As you wish. But then you come to me." You feel an invisible rope around your middle, pulling you stumblingly towards the chair, until you fall on him. Obi's arms wrap around your back and hold you pressed tightly against him. You can feel every inch of him, including his hard arousal slipping between your legs. He groans in your ear, and rubs his hips up against you as he sucks your earlobe into his mouth. You groan and rip open his tunic, exposing his flesh, scratching your nails, lightly down. Quickly, you help him to shed it and it falls to the floor, forgotten. A sly smile covers your face as you unhook his pants, expertly sliding them down his hips. He kicks them off, and you take him in your hand again. He squirms and growls. You bite your lips to suppress a giggle, and slide your other hand down towards his groin. But it doesn't join in stroking him. Instead, you slide it down behind his long, hard length until it encounters the hair nestled near his balls. You squeeze your finger into a certain spot and wiggle it slightly. He gasps, and squirms harder, trying to hold in a laugh. You found out accidentally once how ticklish he is there, and use every opportunity to take advantage of it. He grabs you, taking your head in his hand. "How you tease, love," he whispers. You nibble his lip and kiss down his neck. "I have only started," you mutter as you kiss lower and lower. You remove both hands from him, causing a whine that abruptly cuts off as you gently lick the head of his arousal. He gasps, and his hips snap forward as you take just the tip into your mouth, and suck. He cries out as you lower your lips, licking the shaft to the base. Coming up, you take him deep in your mouth. He jerks in excitement and pleasure. You can’t help but smile. You run your lips up and down his erection, establishing a rhythm. His groans and yells grow louder and louder. At last, his hands clench in your hair and try to pull you off of him. "Aaah, stop." He says. You ignore him, shake off his hands, and suck him harder. His erection begins to tremble. His hands clench your hair, and his hips pulse under you ministration. "Love, please, stop!" He begs. You giggle. Finally, he growls, and yanks you off of him, pulling you up to crush his lips against yours. You slip onto his hardness, taking him into you slowly, inch by inch. He tries to pull you down but you stop him. You squeeze him with your hips and moan as the heat fills you. He shouts as your hips at last make contact with his. His hands clench your hips, trying to pull you into motion, but you just sit there. He opens his eyes and stutters out a plea, but you just tighten your muscles, making him yelp. You rock your hips back and forth on top of him slightly, only enough to increase his frustration. At last, he gives a loud growl. His arms wrap around your waist, and flip you two around, putting you below him on the chair. "Enough teasing!" He growls desperately into your ear. His hands clench your waist to steady you, and he begins to pump you roughly. He takes your arms and pulls them over your head, burying his face in between your breasts as he moves. You scream his name over and over with every thrust. His lips close around a nipple and sucks as one hand drifts between you. He zeroes in on your clit and suckles and caresses and thrusts until you can no longer see straight. You scream and explode, just as he does, your mutual orgasms pushing each other on until it is almost painful. Finally, it ends, and he flops down on top of you, panting into your ear. "So much for being quiet," you mumble. Obi Wan chuckles softly in your ear. The End
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