Title: Hyperspace Amusement
* * * * * You squirm slightly in your seat. “Stop that.” A warm brogue sounds in your ear. “I can’t concentrate with you wiggling your…posterior at me.” You sigh. “I wasn’t wiggling my butt at you, Obi.” You tell him impatiently. “I’m just trying to get comfortable!” “Well, stop. It’s very distracting. And unless you wish us to crash, I need to focus.” You give a pouty look and cross your arms over your chest. “Spoilsport.” You can see his smirk in the reflection of his Starfighter’s window. Then you feel warm, soft, bearded lips press themselves against the side of your cheek. “Later, Love.” His breath is warm against your cheek. You close your eyes and give a soft moan. But the ambiance is abruptly broken when you lurch sideways as he turns sharply. You grab his arm to maintain balance, when he unconsciously slides said arm around your waist to steady you. You smirk and give a small, artful wiggle, drawing a growl out of your General, before smirking and lapsing into silence as he prepares for the hyperspace jump. You can faintly hear the voices of the Clone troopers, and Anakin (annoyed wince). After far too long, you at last feel the ship lurch as it makes the jump into hyperspace. “We’ll be there in a couple hours.” Obi’s voice is still businesslike as he reaches above you and adjusts several switches. When he’s done, his other arm wraps itself around your waist. “Now,” the playful tone curls around your ears. “You were such a good girl, waiting so patiently.” You smirk and wriggle back into him as his arms pull you closer. “Oh, but I wasn’t.” You breathe. “I was thinking dirty thoughts about you the whole time.” Obi groans in your ear as you emphasize it by wriggling your butt. You feel his tongue wet up the side of your ear, and hold in a groan. “That was very naughty of you.” His voice is deep with desire, and one hand sneaks under your shirt and begins to creep up your skin. You then realize the safety belt he had insisted on you wearing is no longer fastened. You mention this with a protest, and you swear you can hear him smirking. The remaining hand tightens around your waist. “I shall have to keep you in the seat myself then, won’t I?” You give out small moans as his hand caresses around the sensitive skin by your belly. He presses a kiss just below your ear, and nuzzles you there until you moan again. His hand drifts then, until it encounters your bra. With a deft move, he slips his hand inside, and pinches and caresses your breast until you let your head fall back against his shoulder, panting. The other hand soon joins the first, attending the other breast, until you moan and thrust your chest out into his caresses. All this time, Obi nuzzles down the length of you neck, kissing and sucking and licking all of the sensitive spots. At last, you gasp out. “Obi, please.” He licks your ear again, and you moan. “Please what?” His attentions increase enough to make you dizzy, and you gasp. With a tremendous effort, you raise your hands to his and tug them down lightly. “Please. No more teasing.” Obi laughs outright at this, and removes one hand from your shirt to turn your head into a kiss. He holds the back of your head, pressing you into him, and you whimper and moan as he kisses all sense away. At last, he breaks from you, leaving you panting. “I haven’t begun to tease you yet, love.” His words send little shivers of excitement down your spine. Obi removes his remaining hand from your breast, drifting down and slipping it under pants and panties, until it encounters your wetness. He lets out a groan when he feels the evidence of your desire. You gasp as one hand slips into you, massaging a rhythm and bringing your hips rutting into his hand. “You’re such a naughty girl, getting this wet.” He draws your earlobe into his mouth and sucks on it for a long moment. “Such a bad girl…” he whispers. All this time, you let out little moans, and groans, and many gasps. He finally kisses you tenderly below the ear as his hand continues to fuck you senseless. "You’re fogging my cockpit, angel mine." Your attempted response is smothered by a loud gasp your contractions start around his hand. You lean your head back on his shoulder and moan. He groans into your ear. “That’s right, baby. Let it go. Come for me.” You cannot stop a series of loud cries as you feel yourself raised higher and higher…and then explode on his encouraging fingers. You scream and pump your hips onto his hand, as he eagerly encourages it until you almost pass out. At last, you collapse back against him, panting. He removes his hand from your pants and wraps it around your waist. For a long while, he simply holds you against him, nuzzling you gently and allowing you to regain your breath. Finally, you turn your head towards him, wrap one arm around the back of his head, and pull him in for a long, luscious kiss. The small noises he makes turn to deeper moans and growls as you slowly grind your butt into his substantial hardness. He breaks from your lips and buries his face in your neck, moaning and growling as you grind yourself down onto him. You know from experience how much the feel of your bottom against his pelvis drives him wild. You feel his fingers dig into you slightly, causing a small whimper of protest, when your pants and panties are abruptly ripped off. You realize from the feel of hot skin beneath you, that he has done the same for himself. You had been planning to slip a hand behind yourself, embrace his flesh and make it grow, but this works admirably, too. His hands slide down to your lower hips and but, and he tilts your hips back…and SLAMS himself inside of you with a loud groan/growl. You lean forward, bracing your hands on the control panel, your breath coming out in small gasps. His hands lift your hips mostly off of him… and drops you back down onto him. You pant louder as he repeats the process. Your shirt pushes itself up and you feel wet lips sucking up the line of your spine. You give a high-pitched moan, and your hands clench convulsively on the control panel. Your back has always been very sensitive, a fact he discovered by accident one night. He sucks and licks for all he’s worth, as you feel yourself rising higher and higher, and him following right behind. Then, without warning, he explodes, triggering your orgasm with a flash of light before your eyes. He roars as you stifle a scream, and pump each other nearly to the point of pain, before you finally collapse back against him. You do notice, with some satisfaction, that he’s panting nearly as hard as you are. He sighs and pulls you closer into him. His hands lightly brush up your sides, “accidentally” brushing some ticklish spots along the way. You squirm. “Obi, stop that!” You turn to give him a Look, only to meet a mischievous grin. You try in vain to catch your breath as he gently nuzzles your neck, hands still brushing your sides. You squeak and try to squirm away as one hand centers on a particularly sensitive spot. “After all,” be breathes into your ear, that brogue driving you mad, “We have a couple hours.” You turn to look at him incredulously, desire rising in you already. You suddenly get the feeling that this is going to be a LONG trip. Obi’s grin grows wider. “Yesss…” he breathes. The End
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