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Title: Going Down
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Workin' like a dog for the boss man
But where am I gonna look?
You stride absently into the turbolift, your mind nowhere near where you are. For some reason, you were called to a special conference in the top of one of the Temple spires. You can't imagine why; Jedi though you are, you have no interest nor any particular talent in leading troops. So lost as you are in wondering, you leap in the air when a hand stops the doors from sliding shut. You look out with wide, frightened eyes, before you recognize the offender; Obi Wan Kenobi. You give him a sheepish smile. "You startled me." "I apologize," he says genially, moving in beside you. He nearly presses the button that is already lit up, then draws his hand back thoughtfully. "You've been called to the same meeting…?" he ventures. "Yes," you groan. "I hate these things. You know me, Obi. I'm hardly the leader-type." "Who among us is?" he asks wryly. "You are," you breathe, and truly you believe this. Every decision he had made thus far was astoundingly clever and perfectly in tune with his troops. He has a military mind like no one you've ever known, and secretly you admire this in him. "I always knew you'd become something far beyond the rest of us." Obi smirks at you in a manner that takes your breath away. "You flatter me..." Your eyes meet, and neither of you can look away. Just as the moment grows more intimate, and you can feel his breath hot on your face...and the elevator dings and jerks to an abrupt halt. You lose your balance at the unexpected stop, and Obi-Wan's arms go about you by mere instinct, holding you steadily upright. "I think we're stuck," he murmurs, hand reaching for the comlink on the control panel. "Wait," you sputter, snatching at his hand just before he makes contact. "Don't…" He lingers at your touch, his breath quickening at your proximity. You lean in on a whim and nip at his lips, hardly able to contain your giddiness when he shudders against you. "How long has it been, General?" you ask tenderly, your hands snaking into his hair. His breathing comes hard, and his lips are nearly touching yours. "The meeting," he mumbles, still not moving away from you. You can see that he'll need some encouragement.
Love In An Elevator You tilt your face up to his, and your hands in his hair yank his lips down to meet yours. You press your tongue at his mouth until he parts his lips in surprise, and wrap your arms around his neck, pinning him to you. Obi-Wan braces himself against the wall behind you, one arm curled around your waist as you ravage his mouth. His control is considerable, but you are breaking it down bit by bit. Your slow, deep kiss seems to mesmerize him, and your hips join in the fun, rolling gently against his pelvis. "What about that meeting now?" you ask. "We have to…" "Wrong answer," you purr, capturing his mouth again. You can feel his arousal growing as you continually grind your hips into his. One of his hands tangles in your hair, probably to try and coax you off, but winds up stroking the back of your neck and holding you to him. He starts making deep rumbles that you can feel with your chest pressed against his. You can hardly bear the heat forming between your bodies and tear away from him just enough to begin tugging at his tunic. His hands move to assist yours, yanking and clawing until he's bare-chested, then he shifts his attention to your clothes. You gasp as your tunic is wrenched open, revealing the lacy, black bra you'd worn. You'd questioned your fashion choice earlier, but now you barely resist patting yourself on the back upon seeing the General's dropped jaw. He is visibly panting as his hands trace the outline of your breasts. "Such a naughty kitten..." he breathes. He hesitantly leans forward and nuzzles the side of your neck. "A very naughty kitten. You wouldn't be wearing that for anyone but me, would you?" His voice deepens into a growl, and you shudder and moan at the feel of his voice vibrating against you. You slide the hand trapped against his chest down until it encounters his trousers. Despite the pleasure you feel, you manage to deftly slide it inside and grasp his hard length. He gasps against your neck, and moans deeply as his hips begin to thrust into your caresses.
I kinda hope we get stuck Obi-Wan is gripping you now, lost in waves of pleasure as you slide your fingers up and down his solid manhood. This is your game, and you're not giving it up so easily. With your free hand, you unfasten his breeches and slide both them and his underwear down his hips. You begin kissing a trail down his well-trained body, his hand following after as it remains locked in your hair. You reach his lower belly and tease him, lapping and kissing torturously close to the throbbing instrument in your palm. Obi Wan groans, and his hands try to tug your head down to where he desires it. But you don't comply. You nuzzle and lick his belly until, finally, he gasps, "Please." You giggle and nibble on a sensitive spot. "Please, love, your mouth." His eyes widen briefly and he curses. "Please…" At last you smirk up at him. "Well," you drawl, one hand still stroking him gently. "Since you asked me nicely," you bend down and suck him into your mouth, relishing the shout you hear above you. His hands tighten convulsively in your hair. His hips leave the wall he's leaned upon, and you feel his length urge itself further past your lips. Your hands venture to said hips and grip them to exert your control again, this general, this pillar of strength weak as a cub under your passionate attention. His formidable restraint reasserts itself as you feel your face being urged away from the very spot he had begged you to kiss. You gaze up at him and see the glint in his eye, his free-flowing thoughts bombarding you with visions. You rise, your arms going around his neck to kiss him. You murmur against his inviting mouth, "does the taste of sex on my tongue excite you, General?" He merely growls at you, his tongue desperately invading your mouth.
Gotta get my timin' right "Minx," he growls, his voice deep with desire. His hands clench your waist, spinning you around and pins you against the wall of the elevator. His mouth crushes yours as he kisses you desperately, his hands tugging at your pants. He succeeds in unfastening them, and slides his hands down to play with your clit. You gasp, and your eyes unfocus slightly. You whimper at his talented caress. As he tests your folds with his fingers and torturously circles the bundle of nerves where it feels all of your desire is anchored, you become fuzzily aware that he has taken control of the situation back into his own hands. Literally and figuratively. "Military tactics to the end," you mutter. The words barely leave your mouth as your breath is hitching mercilessly. You kick your boots away just as his free hand slides to your backside beneath your panties. He's pushing these last barriers away, planting hungry yet restrained kisses along your shoulder blades. He purrs into your ear as you let out a whimper. You gasp and struggle for breath as one finger finds that special spot inside of you and centers on it, stroking mercilessly. His lips and tongue caress the spot just under your ear, and you feel a distant throbbing as he brings you closer and closer to completion. Your hips begin to move, almost on their own, rocking against his palm. That last modicum of control is slipping as you arch back into his chest. He eagerly seeks out your tender throat and administers to it as you hand snakes back to grip his hair. At the risk of sounding like a tease, you call out, "wait!" Obi-Wan breaks his mouth away with a gasp, and for a moment you sense the misgivings in him as he wonder whether or not he went too far. "Not like this," you assure him. "I want you inside of me." You feel rather then see the grin curl around his lips. He removes his hand from inside of you, letting it slide slowly up your body. He nuzzles the side of your face until you turn enough for him to latch his lips onto yours, gently kissing all sense away. You wriggle slightly in protest, feeling his remaining hand stay on your butt. All such concerns leave you, however, when he abruptly rips your bra off, throwing it off to the side. You break from his lips with a gasp. "Obi!" You try to protest, but his mischievous grin turns your insides to goo. You don't relish the idea of entering the meeting with no bra, but it's safe to say that things have escalated far beyond that already. "All right, Kenobi. If you're going to be bad, then why not go all the way?" You press your backside into him, letting lose an evil sounding giggle when he groans into your hair. Your brace yourself against the wall just as he braces his own body against you. You're angled against him perfectly so that your slick opening is teasing him to the point of lunacy. Then he's inside you, living and breathing you. He moans loudly, face still buried in your hair. His hands grasp your hips tightly, almost painfully. You wriggle them slightly in protest, making you both groan as that causes him to shift inside of you. He pants into your hair as he pulls out... and starts to pump you. Your hands grasp the waist-high railing around the edges of the elevator, trying unsuccessfully to stifle your whimpers at the incredible way he feels inside of you. Slowly you begin to wonder what he is waiting for, but the answer is obvious. You. He wants to feel you complete first, and the affect will drive him over the edge. His hands are moving steadily up to you breasts, toying with already hardened nipples. Huffed words are pouring into your ears, one sentences poems about your beauty and how this makes him feel. He's nothing short of miraculous, and this realization causes you to tighten around him in blinding climax. His hips slam repeatedly into yours as your own tightening triggers a roar and an explosion. You loose track of everything but the feeling of him exploding inside of you, until at last your mutual climaxes end, and you collapse back against him, panting. His arms encircle your waist, holding you close as he leans back against the nearest wall. His face buries into the side of your neck as he sighs contentedly. After a moment, you hesitantly speak. "Obi? The meeting?" He lets out a grumble and pulls you closer into him. He kisses you softly as you can see something thoughtful building in him. "There is a war of most epic proportions taking place in our very midst, and I would not belittle any meetings to further our cause. But here, in this moment, you and I exist outside of those regulations and constraints and strategies. Lingering in peace and harmony for a little while longer is not a sin." He pauses to smirk. "Not to mention that I may have another go once I've rested." Oh, dear.
I'll chase you all the way to the stairway honey The End
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