Title: Of Decadent Life: Naughty Version
Note by Jade: If lots of cursing and sex is not your scene, you can also check out the PG-13 version of this same story at What Destiny Ordains: Of Decadent Life: Tame. * * * * * Ouillot recounted her winnings from poker game of the previous night, grinning with insane glee. I really ought to switch games more often, she mused, stuffing the large bundle of credits into her red pleather shoulder bag. Leaving her apartment, Ouillot hailed an air taxi to take her to the upper district, where the finer shops would offer her a better choice of clothing. She had a day off of work and was eager to buy a nice outfit or two. The credits in her bag would allow her to do just that. Ouillot meandered along the stretch of stores, curiously noting that there were no pawn shops or liquor stores in sight. She had become accustomed to what she referred to as “gutter living”, and the sight of such a posh arena made her dizzy with excitement. She randomly selected a boutique and strode inside. The salespeople, a woman and a female aqualish, stared at her simultaneously. Ouillot raised her hand in greeting, snapping her gum loudly. “Hey, good morning,” she said enthusiastically. The woman’s onlyresponse was a smile that was more of a sneer, and Ouillot raised an eyebrow. “Ooooookay.” She began to sift through the racks of clothing, going to the sale items first, out of habit. The aqualish elbowed the woman, and the two studied her critically. They rarely saw her type in there. Ouillot had her auburn hair in braids, which were coiled in a serpentine manner around her head. Her purple blouse was shredded, barely covering a black lace bra. The imitation black leather skirt was extremely short, decorated with chain mail that clinked when she shifted. Her boots sat atop four-inch heels and laced up to her thighs. In all, Ouillot seemed to be a boutique’s nightmare. “Can we help you?” the aqualish called out sharply. Ouillot popped her gum and drew a sleek, light green dress from the rack. It had spaghetti straps and a wrap-around effect, punctuated by a starburst of inset diamonds. “I think this would be nice. What about the color?” she asked sincerely, holding it up before her. The woman wrinkled her nose, and Ouillot frowned. “Huh… too pale for me, right?” The woman narrowed her eyes. “Too classy for you.” Ouillot jutted her chin and fixed the woman with a confrontational glare. “You do NOT want to start with me, lady.” The woman opened her mouth and, thinking better of her words, closed it again. Ouillot turned back to the gown and peered at it, considering. Her gaze shifted to the window at the front of the shop, which gave her a panoramic view of the streets. She was startled to see Jedi Master Cher-Ryll Sejam and her padawan, Jade Blood, pausing to look in the window. Ouillot grinned and tossed the dress to the aqualish. “Hold this for me. I’ll be back in a sec to buy it.” Ouillot leaned out of the store and whistled sharply. The Jedi turned toward the sound, and she waved heartily. “Good morning, ladies.” Master Sejam smiled tolerantly. “It is afternoon, Miss Kenobi.” Ouillot swaggered out of the store. “When you go to sleep at 4 a.m., this is, for all intents and purposes…morning.” She leaned against the wall and smiled at Jade. “Hey, Jade.” “Ouillot,” Jade nodded in greeting. Ouillot was profoundly amazed at how beautiful she had grown in the last few years. She wished Jade would wear something other than the padawan robes to show off her natural beauty. “What are you up to?” “Taking an afternoon break,” Jade replied. “We thought we could do some shopping for necessities, perhaps see a concert.” “I’m working on some major wardrobe changes,” Ouillot stated, casually jerking a thumb toward the store. Master Sejam raised an eyebrow in amusement, but Ouillot ignored the gesture. “This place has got some beautiful stuff, but the sales clerks are complete bitches.” She paused as Jade averted her eyes at the language. An idea formed in her mind, one that Ouillot could not ignore. “Say…Master Sejam,” Ouillot said. “Would you mind terribly if I treated you and Jade to something?” “It all depends what the ‘something’ is,” she replied vaguely. “You know, buy styling outfits for you both. Go to a nice dinner. I have money to spend and I would like to do something for you, since the two of you are consistently kind to me.” Master Sejam seemed thoughtful for a moment as she shifted her attention to Jade. Her padawan was the image of serenity, yet her Cher-Ryll could sense her controlled excitement. She suddenly realized that Jade was twenty, and quite mature for her age. Yet, socially, she had not had many opportunities to taste life. Cher-Ryll was not sure that Ouillot was the right person to do this, but perhaps it could work the opposite way. Maybe some of Jade’s poise would rub off on the abrasive young woman. “Jade, would you like to spend some time with Miss Kenobi?” “If it meets with your approval, Master,” Jade replied obediently. Cher-Ryll’s eyes flickered to Ouilot, whose smile seemed genuine. “Miss Kenobi…if you promise me you will look after her and let no harm befall her, I would allow Jade to spend the afternoon with you, through the dinnertime hour. You must have her back to the Temple by eight o’clock this evening.” “How about three in the morning?” Ouillot offered. “I’m usually napping by eight.” Cher-Ryll pursed her lips. “Ten.” “One?” The Jedi sighed, knowing she was taking a major risk with her padawan. “Midnight, or not at all.” Ouillot beamed at her. “Good. Fine. Midnight will work.” Jade stared at her Master in astonishment. She could not believe her ears, but the reality began to sink in as Cher-Ryll urged her toward the shop. “Go on now, you girls have fun. I will see you tonight, Jade.” Jade barely uttered, “Thank you, Master,” before being dragged into the boutique. Ouillot skipped through the aisles in excitement, and Jade smiled at her behavior. Ouillot clapped her hands, then grasped Jade’s arm. “Now we have to get you something,” she said, rummaging through the racks. She came out with a fitted pink strapless gown that caused Jade’s jaw to drop. “That’s…lovely, but…” she stammered. Ouillot frowned, then yelled to the sales clerk. “You got a cape to match this, or a stole, maybe?” Seeing that Ouillot was serious about making a purchase, the aqualish retrieved a wrap of equal color and material from another display. She handed it to Jade with an almost kind expression. Jade took the object and held it with apparent admiration. “Now,” Ouillot continued, “I can’t tell what size you are under those robes.” Jade flinched. “I’m…well…it will fit me,” she said lamely. Ouillot sighed in exasperation and loaded the outfit into her arms. She whirled Jade in the direction of the dressing room and gave her a push. “Try this on. If it fits, we’re taking it. You’ll wear it to dinner at La Palma, very chic. I want you to be all sophisticated and hot, so the men will drop a load when they see you.” Jade glanced back at her, blushing furiously, but Ouillot just waved her on encouragingly. “Go on, now. Scoot.” Jade tried on the dress, drawing the wrap to her shoulders for a finishing touch. She paused in front of the mirror, suddenly agape at the lovely young woman who gazed back at her. Slowly lifting her hand, Jade tugged out the clip which held her hair back, allowing the red locks to fall over her shoulders. She stared at herself, speechless. So this is how it is to feel feminine… “How is it?” Ouillot shouted from across the room. It took a moment for Jade to find her voice. When she did, she smiled widely. “Perfect.” They purchased their gowns, and Ouillot directed Jade along the street. “When we’re done clothes shopping, I’m taking you for a haircut.” “Cut?” Jade’s hand flew to her head protectively. “But I have to keep it simple and manageable.” “There’s no reason to have it all dowdy, though,” Ouillot countered, taking her by the elbow. She directed Jade into a store with a flashing sign that read “Detonation”. Loud music nearly drowned out the rest of Ouillot’s statement, and Jade covered her ears. “WHAT?” she shouted. “I said you don’t have to go drastic with your hair,” Ouillot hollered back. “Now let’s get you a club outfit!” “Club?” Jade grew immediately nervous at the prospect of going to a club with Ouillot. The young woman was already sorting through an array of glitzy and sensual clothing, while Jade stood uncomfortably by the door. Ouillot returned to her with an understanding smile, putting an arm around her shoulders. “Look,” Ouillot said into her ear. “I know this is all new for you. But I just want you to have fun. Loosen up a little, and have a good time. Just pick out what you like, it’s no big. And if you’re completely overwhelmed…” Ouillot grinned mischievously. “Then I’m doing something right.” Her comment made Jade smile, and she realized that Ouillot truly wanted to show her a good time. With a shrug, Jade began to sift through the flimsy tops and skirts, pausing occasionally to admire a piece or two. Ouillot began to bring her compiled outfits, and before long the girls were talking and laughing like best friends. Jade became bolder in her presence, trying on sheer blouses and short shorts. Ouillot encouraged her with hearty claps and whistles, involving the sales staff when Jade grew too shy. When they left the shop, Ouillot carried two bags full of clothing, and Jade had one wardrobe that she was excited to wear later that evening, and one that she hoped would be put to use at a later time. Ouillot hailed an air cab and directed him back toward the lower district. “I don’t let anyone mess with my hair but Jukka,” she explained. She closed her eyes, collapsing back against the seat. “He’s a doll of a man, and I trust him implicitly. So we’ll fix up our hair all elegant-like for dinner, then go to him before the club. How does that sound to you?” Jade fingered the fabric of the cropped shirt she had bought for that evening. “Your hair looks fine,” she ventured. Ouillot opened one eye and studied Jade before letting out a boisterous cackle. “You’re trying to worm your way out of getting a haircut!” Jade shrugged, and Ouillot squeezed her hand. “Don’t worry, he would never butcher it. He likes to work with natural beauty, and you have a lot of that.” Ouillot was the only person that could make Jade forget about being a Jedi, and feel like a beautiful woman. Obi Wan, as much as he tried, still held fast to his principles in the matter. One day, she hoped to hear compliments such as these from him. They snacked on rare imported chocolates (Jade did not want to venture a guess on how they were obtained) before getting ready for dinner. The women made quite an impact at the restaurant. Between the two of them, they were sent three rounds of drinks and received six roses…four of them directed to Jade. She felt giddy from the alcohol, as well as all the male attention. “If Master Sejam knew about this,” she hiccupped, sipping at another apple martini, “she would be very disappointed.” “Of course she would,” Ouillot affirmed with mock seriousness. “Lord forbid you have any fun.” She winked at a gentleman who passed by their table, and he smiled at her temptingly. “I think I’m ready to dance,” Jade announced, stretching leisurely in her chair. The strapless dress perfectly defined her figure, and many heads turned in their direction. Ouillot tossed a bundle of credits on the table and bounced to her feet. “Haircut first?” Jade shook her head adamantly. “I’m fine, thank you.” Ouillot shrugged. “Okies, then. Let’s go.” She offered her hand, which Jade accepted gladly. They taxied back to her apartment, where they changed for the second time that evening. Ouillot stepped out of the taxi, happy to return to her nightly haunt. She assisted Jade out of the cab and held her hand as they walked toward the Outlander Club. Bystanders caught a glimpse of two beautiful women, one clad in a white vinyl trenchcoat with spiked red hair. The other had a more stylish hairdo, and wore a pink suede coat with grey faux fur trim on the collar and sleeves. Both were in high heeled boots which clacked soundly as they entered the club. “Hey Chohin…Beniz…what’s up, boys?” Ouillot called out to the bouncers as she led Jade inside. They nodded respectfully to her, and Jade was incredulous at how many more patrons greeted her with kisses and smiles. “Do you know everyone here?” “I practically live here,” Ouillot laughed, waving to more people. “Remember that you’re with me, and that means safety here. If anyone hassles you, holler. Okay?” “I can take care of myself,” Jade replied shortly. Ouillot shook her arm roughly, frowning. “I mean it, Jade. Hear me?” she repeated. “I hear you,” Jade relented. A puttering Toydarian took their coats, and once more the girls were the object of male examination. Ouillot wore a black velvet halter top and a short skirt of royal blue snakeskin patterned denim, with black vinyl boots that laced up to her thighs and an open blue shirt over the ensemble. Jade had chosen a steel blue top, one that passed for more of a bra than a shirt. Her skirt was white and blue pinstripes, and hung low on her hips, and was complemented by black combat boots. As they made their way to the bar, a song came on, driven by primal drumbeats and a distorted voice.
Here comes Johnny Yen again
With a shriek, Ouillot grasped Jade’s shoulders and shook her vigorously. “This is one of my FAVORITE songs!” She began to dance in place, seductively at first, then with more aggression. Jade smiled, swaying slightly from the earlier drinking binge. “I like this kind of music.” She paused before adding, “Obi hates it.” “That’s because my brother has a pole up his ass the size of his saber. Ignited length,” she clarified. Downing a glass of whiskey, Ouillot hip checked a snickering Jade. “Come on, let’s dance.” “I don’t feel up to it.” “Aw, come on…” Her voice trailed off, and Jade followed her gaze across the room. A man has come into the club and was striding easily along, scanning the crowd. He was extremely good looking, with dark brown hair, dressed in a tan shirt and fitted black pants. Ouillot virtually squealed and raced through the room, launching herself at him. Jade was astonished when Ouillot leapt into his arms, throwing her legs around his waist and hugging him vigorously. He embraced her in return with a laugh, carrying her as he continued to walk. Ouillot said something to him as they approached, pointing at Jade with a grin. The man smiled and nodded, finally setting Ouillot down on a bar stool.
Hey man, where'd you get that lotion?
“Hullo there,” the man bowed slightly, taking Jade’s hand. “Breck Alpin, Miss…” Jade forgot her name for a moment at the intense scrutiny of his vivid blue eyes. “K-Kenobi.” Breck glanced curiously at Ouillot, who folded her arms with amused surprise. “Kenobi, huh?” Jade realized her blunder and felt her face redden. “I…sorry. I mean…” “She means that she’ll be a Kenobi one day,” Ouillot interjected, rubbing Jade’s back affectionately. “If my brother ever gets his shit together, that is. For now, she is the honorable and beautiful Jedi padawan Jade Blood.” Breck kissed her hand gallantly. “A pleasure,” he murmured. Breck had a subtly sensual manner that intrigued Jade.
Well, I'm just a modern guy
“Well, I want to dance,” Ouillot stated earnestly. Breck flashed an amused glance. “And I want a drink. Excuse me.” As he moved past the women and leaned over the bar, Ouillot sighed. “Alright, that means I just have to find someone…” She scanned the room as Jade finished another martini. “These are good,” she slurred, blinking into her empty glass. She squinted up at Ouillot, then redirected her gaze to Breck. His body was lithe and fit as he lounged against the bar, waiting for a beer. Jade sniffed. “You know, your boyfriend shouldn’t treat you like that.” Ouillot stared at her, then began to snicker. “Breck? My – no! Oh, Jade, you –“ She fell into hysterics as Jade frowned at her. “The way you jumped him, you know? I just thought that’s the guy you see or…well, whatever you do with guys. Especially one that looks like him. Good gracious,” she added, raising a drunken eyebrow at him. “Hey, Breck!” Ouillot called out. “Jade thinks I’m fucking you!” Jade blushed furiously. “Will, I didn’t say THAT.” Ouillot ignored her, too full of laughter to debate the semantics. “Aw, that’s really funny, that’s a classic.” “That’s AWFUL,” Breck responded, returning to sit between them. “She’s like my little sister, Jade.” “I didn’t know that.” Embarrassed, she waved to the bartender and pointed at her glass. “It’s okay. I guess it comes with the reputation.” Without another word, Ouillot danced off into the crowd. She whirled around, shimmying up to the first attractive, lone male on the floor. Jade watched her in wonder as the man eyed her hungrily, then drew her against him for the dance. Breck intercepted the drink and paid for it, then tucked the martini glass neatly in Jade’s hand. “Thanks,” she murmured, avoiding his eyes. “No problem. Shifting uncomfortably in her seat, Jade suddenly ached for Obi to be there with her. As she watched Ouillot dance, she imagined gripping Obi’s strong torso, moving the way her friend did. Will was careless and free, grinding with a man she barely knew. It was all Jade could do to restrain the vision of Obi holding her that closely. She wished he would… “Come on, kid.” Breck removed the drink from her grip, then grasped her hand and drew her from the stool. Jade bounced to her feet awkwardly, and Breck released her to slip his arm around her waist. He smiled kindly as he led her out among the churning throng of club goers, clutching her to him protectively. “I’m not sure this is a good idea,” she mumbled against his shoulder as they began to dance. Breck sighed, an affectionate smile still touching his lips. “There’s no harm in it. I’m not going to try anything if that’s what you’re worried about. And besides…” He nodded toward Ouillot, “we don’t have to do it like THAT.” Jade returned his smile, reassured by his easygoing manner. She closed her eyes and let him hold her tightly as they danced, the words reminding her of Obi.
I've been holding out so long
In reality, Jade realized that Breck felt positively lovely. Strong and tall, she could feel his taut muscles beneath the soft shirt. He moved with a blithe masculinity, and Jade noticed how wonderful he smelled…like spice, with a hint of sweetness. She closed her eyes and clutched him closer, growing more courageous in her movements. He tensed, then followed her lead, and her heart thundered at the sensations their motions brought forth in her. Breck’s lips were close to her cheek, and his breath made her skin dimple. Jade realized that she did not feel unfaithful to Obi; rather, she cherished the experience she would be able to conjure in the future. Jade smiled, amused at her own assumption that she would have an opportunity to be physical with Obi someday…hopefully to a greater degree than this moment afforded. Breck’s breath grew labored against her temple, and his fingers dug into her waist. What she felt against her thigh made her tremble with astonished pleasure. Jade had no idea that she could invoke such feelings in a man, and felt empowered by his reaction to her. She turned her face slightly to speak to him, and found her lips almost against his.
Oh everybody waits so long
Breck inhaled sharply, and Jade opened her eyes. The strobe lights and rainbow rays illuminated his face, and she caught the question in his eyes, which were hazy with restrained desire. At the very moment her eyes began to flutter closed, he took a step backward. “Jade, it’s not…” His voice was deep and raspy, and he still gripped her hips as his eyes flickered over her body. Jade watched his curiously as he exhaled a shuddering breath. “Thanks for the dance,” Breck said, offering an apologetic smile. “You’re a gorgeous woman. I hope he realizes that.” With a quick kiss on her cheek, Breck took Jade’s hand and led her back to their place at the bar. He leaned his elbows on the counter, dropping his face into his hands. Jade saw his shoulder heave with a hearty sigh, and he ran his fingers thought his silky dark hair before signaling to the bartender for another beer.
I guess I'm lying to myself
“What was all that?” Ouillot murmured into Jade’s ear. Jade started at the sudden voice, clutching her chest. “Don’t scare me like that!” she said sharply. Ouillot hopped onto the neighboring stool, glancing first at Breck, the Jade. “He’s really attracted to you,” she observed. “So I felt. Noticed,” Jade corrected hastily. Her words caught Ouillot’s attention, and she grinned wickedly. “Wow, Jade. You certainly have something going on that he likes,” she quipped, swallowing another glass of bourbon. Jade simply raised her eyebrows, offering her friend a sly smile. “Could be the outfit you chose for me.” “Could be,” Ouillot agreed bemusedly. The next few hours passed them by, with Jade being asked to dance by numerous men. They all respected her space, if only because she happened to be with Ouillot. Jade heard snippets of stories about the knife in Ouillot’s boot, and how she had not hesitated to use it on a violently eager male patron. Jade’s admiration for Obi’s sister grew that night, and she felt she had discovered a good friend. As Ouillot finished a shot, her eyes strayed to her watch. She slapped the drink down and dragged Jade off the stool. “Shit, it’s 11:40 already! We have to fetch your things from my place and get you back in time.” Jade pouted, swaying slightly. “I really want to stay…” “You heard Saster Ja…Mejam,” Ouillot stammered, waving an unsteady finger at Jade. “Home by midnight.” “Or what?” Breck interrupted, leaning on Ouillot’s shoulder. “Or she can never come out with me again,” she replied seriously, shrugging him off. She gave him a quick peck, the towed Jade toward the doors. “Later, hot stuff!” she called out over her shoulder. “Good bye, Breck,” Jade yelled. As she stumbled backward toward the doors, she caught Breck’s wink, and the way his eyes trailed over her before he turned back to the bar once more. The cab raced to the apartment and then the Temple, stopping outside just one minute shy of midnight. Ouillot threw her arms around Jade, kissing her cheek repeatedly. Jade laughed, hugging her in return. “Did you have fun?” Ouillot insisted, shaking her enthusiastically. “Please tell me you had fun!” “I had such a magnificent time,” she replied, squeezing her hands tightly. “Let’s hope we can do this again.” “We’ll bring Obi out next time. Or maybe they’ll think that’s too much like a date?” “Who knows,” Jade shrugged. Tumbling out of the cab, she blew a kiss to her friend. “Safe home, Will.” “Give Obi a big wet one for me,” Ouillot snickered. The cab waited until Jade was safely inside before taking off. Jade tiptoed to her room. She was aware that Cher-Ryll was awake and poked her head inside her room. Master Sejam was sitting up in bed, reading a book. “I’m home, Master,” Jade whispered. “Did you have a nice time?” Cher-Ryll asked sleepily. “Yes, it was fun, but I’m so tired.” “Good night then,” Master Sejam smiled. “Good night.” With a tentative wave, Jade made her way to her own room. Jade quickly closed her door and breathed a sigh of relief. She was glad that she had presence of mind enough to throw her robes back on over the scanty outfit before entering the Temple. Jade undressed and crawled into bed, but the throbbing of the dance music resounding in her mind kept her awake. She hummed the tune to herself, hoping it would turn into a lullaby. It only made her want to dance more. Snuggling into the pillow, she smiled contentedly. So many men had found her attractive…it was a thrilling feeling. Why are you still awake? Obi’s voice in her head was a mere whisper which made her sigh, flopping onto her back. Why are YOU awake? Master Sejam said you were out with Will. Have you completely lost your senses? It may have been the alcohol still buzzing on her brain, or perhaps it was her newfound confidence. Whatever the case, she reveled in Obi’s soothing voice. Jade arched her back and ran her hands over her pink satin night slip, allowing the sensations to flow to Obi’s mind. A long silence ensued, and Jade feared he had shut her out. Just as she was about to apologize, the smallest whimper slipped into her mind. What are you doing, Jade? Waiting for you to touch yourself, so I can feel it. Jade… Obi, she mimicked, allowing a giggle to caress him. This is very uncomfortable. How so? Others may hear us if we let our guard down. Jade pondered this a moment, then grinned to herself. Isn’t Master Jinn away? Yes. No. Well, yes he is, but no, Jade, it’s honestly not the best idea – Shut up, Obi. What? I said shut up. I’ll be right over. Obi leapt out of bed and scrambled for the shower. He slapped it on and hastily began to scrub himself clean, washing with shampoo and getting soap in his eyes in his haste. He cursed when he realized his mistake and began to bathe himself over again. Jade crept of bed and threw off her night gown. She rummaged through the bag and drew out the second outfit Ouillot had purchased for her. With a mischievous grin, she quickly dressed, then dabbed a bit of perfume in all the right places. Throwing her robes on, she silently made her way to Obi’s quarters. A light tap on the door alerted Obi to Jade’s presence. He was halfway into a pair of blue satin boxers and tried to take a step, which only succeeded in causing him to fall on his face. Jade heard the thump, then a mutter, and giggled to herself. Obi rose and shook his head, damp hair splattering the door with droplets of water as he pulled on his shorts, then opened the door. “Oh.” As Jade stood before him in her padawan garb, Obi immediately felt foolish at his rush to impress her. He grinned self-consciously as her eyes trailed over his bare chest and revealing shorts. “Well, hi,” she whispered. “May I…?” Obi stepped aside and she meandered into the room. The door closed with a swish behind him, and he turned nervously toward Jade. “Why are you so tense?” she asked, retrieving a small flask of blue liquid from her sleeve. Obi raised an eyebrow at her. “Well, I can see you did spend time with Will today,” he joked, moving to sit on the sofa. Jade swigged from the bottle and offered it to Obi, but he shook his head. “I want to play a drinking game with you,” she explained, waving the bottle in his direction. He took it warily and sniffed the contents. “Curious.” “It’s good,” Jade stated with finality. “Now, for every time you say Jade, you have to drink.” “Alright.” He paused, uncertain of how to proceed. “That’s all?” With a seductive grin, Jade slowly unfastened her belt. Obi’s eyes grew wide. “Jade, what are you –“ “Drink up, Obi.” With a shuddering breath, he took a long swallow. The liquor was sweet, tasting almost like blueberries. Obi returned his gaze to Jade as she continued to strip, opening one side of her robe, then the other. What he saw as she let her robes fall to the floor made his heart pound and his groin throb painfully. Jade wore a push up bra of rosy-pink leather, and boy-cut panties of the same. Her thigh-high boots were pink patent leather, with laces continuing up past the top of the boots to hug her thighs dangerously close to her privates. She swiveled left, then right, making sure he got a full view of every angle. The shorts hugged her bottom so that the rounded corners peeked out beyond the leather, and the tautness of the bra-top left nothing to the imagination. “Good lord, you are so beautiful, Jade.” “Drink,” she commanded, pointing at him seductively. Not taking his eyes off her, he swallowed the liquor heartily, until he realized he had drained the flask. Fire grew in his stomach and spread to his throat. He coughed, and Jade stomped her foot playfully. “You totally ruined the game now,” she purred, approaching him. Without hesitation, she straddled him and removed the flask from his hand. Setting it aside, she slid her hands through his hair with slow, deliberate strokes, pressing herself against him. Obi’s eyes fluttered closed and he gripped her back as her lips came tantalizingly close to his. She began to grind against him so leisurely that it was torture to Obi. He moaned and leaned in for a kiss, which she dodged teasingly. He tried again, gripping her bottom, but she ducked once more, grinding harder into him. “Jade…for the love of…come ON,” Obi panted. Jade merely smiled and leaned backward out of his reach, still straddling his lap. He whimpered helplessly and slipped his hands up the curve of her back, trying to unhook her bra. When it wouldn’t come undone immediately, he whimpered again. “What’s the matter, Obi?” Jade crooned softly. “I...can’t…the blasted…” Jade suddenly lurched forward and covered Obi’s mouth with a desperate kiss. Obi responded eagerly, his tongue plunging between her lips as he moaned heatedly. Their writhing grew to a frantic pace, and Obi could barely restrain himself as Jade’s kiss moved to his cheek and ear. He threw his head back as she nipped at the front of his throat, her hands straying between their legs to touch him. As she stroked him, he tried to unfasten her bra once more, but it would not yield. “Oh, f…blasted…fucking…aw, Force fuck it!” he shouted. Jade was jolted by the mighty rip as he tore her bra from her body and threw it across the room. Intensely turned on at his aggression, Jade cried out as he attacked her breasts with sensuous kisses that left her head spinning. Never had she imagined he could lose control the way he did, rolling her onto the sofa to writhe between her legs. Jade arched her back as Obi tasted her breasts ardently, shock waves of passion running through her. The heels of her boots found his shorts and stripped them away, and she heard him growl his affirmation against her nipple. Wrapping his arms around her back, he lifted her easily into his arms and rose from the couch. Obi had intended for his bed but rather stumbled to the wall, pinning her deliciously with his body. He began moaning and licking up and down the length of her neck with long, delirious strokes. His hands found the waist of her panties and shoved them downward, his kisses following their progress until the thought she would faint from the ecstasy. Obi pitched them away, then licked a path back upward, pausing now and again to place frantic kisses or nuzzle certain precious area of her body. Sweat slickened their skin as their mouths met again with lingering, passionate kisses. Obi’s hands strayed down her ribcage, over her bottom to her thighs, his grip rough and almost painful in his excitement. With a forceful lift, he brought Jade’s privates level with his own. She hooked her calves around his hips, using him and the wall for balance. Obi pressed his forehead to hers and kissed her deeply. “I love you,” she breathed, tugging at his lips with her teeth. “You know I love you,” he murmured, dazed with desire. Gripping her hips in his robust hands, Obi slowly eased himself into Jade. There was a spark of pain, but the tearful cry of passion from his lips distracted her, and she focused on the sensation of his immense hardness inside her. He filled her so fully that their chests pressed together, their breathing becoming one. Obi made love to her intensely, absorbed in hearing her cries and tasting her lips until she shuddered and the sweet release warmed him fully. Only then did he allow himself to lose control again, delving into her relentlessly until Jade felt his final explosion complete inside of her. Though he could barely stand, Obi carried Jade back to the sofa where they collapsed, panting uncontrollably. They wound themselves into one another’s arms, holding each other until their breathing was near normal. “Jade?” “Mhmmm…” “Darling, you can’t sleep here, Master Sejam will be furious.” Jade lifted her head to smile sleepily at Obi. “Hide my new outfit,” she murmured. I’ll put on my robes. You call her and tell her I was sleepwalking, She may just say to let me sleep here on the sofa.” Jade kissed him tenderly. “With you.” “When did you become so devious?” Obi asked playfully. “I learned from the best.” Obi pursed his lips. “Of course.” He smiled knowingly at her. “Will?” “Will.” The End
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