Title: Love Letter 2: The Reply
* * * * * The rain outside was distracting, and Captain Blood suddenly wished she had been stationed anywhere other than Kamino. The office and living quarters the cloners had provided faced the ever-constant storm that threatened to steal the last of Jade’s resolve toward finishing her paperwork. The grey waves and sluicing rain was inescapable and made it that much more difficult to remain positive when she felt she could be doing something more productive than weapons and armor inventory. Because she was known for having a healthy relationship with the clones, particularly her second in command, the masters thought it best if she spent a few days assisting the Kaminoans in chipping away at their technical reports while they monitored the newest batch of troops. The stack they’d offered her as soon as she’d arrived was immense, and boredom set in almost instantly. At least she’d spared a moment a couple of nights ago to drop Obi-Wan a line… A very naughty line. The memory made her smirk. Jade had wondered endlessly since then when he’d received it, if his reaction had been anything like she’d anticipated… The poor man was wound tighter than a compression coil on his best days, and she hoped the message had reached him well in more ways than one. She also hoped with a light blush that no clones had gotten curious and listened before delivering said message. Yet more than all this, she wondered if he would reply. Her wandering mind was beginning to affect her focus worse than the weather, and she found herself tapping her finger restlessly on the desk as she stared at the wall. Already she fancied that she felt Obi-Wan’s warm, reassuring presence, his lips hovering over the skin at the back of her neck and causing her to bristle deliciously. The gentle bleep of someone at the door sounded like an alarm to her fantasy-muddled senses, and she rose with a shuffling gait to answer. The door slid open, and Seven’s soft smile greeted her. “Did you get word that we’re leaving this soggy hellhole?” she asked dully. “Nope,” he said, still grinning. “So… why did you come here?” she asked. “Not that I don’t enjoy your company…” “You’re busy,” he said, nodding. “I get it. I can go.” “Seven, don’t play with me,” Jade grunted, rubbing her forehead. “You obviously came here for a reason, so what is it?” “I thought you said you enjoyed my company,” Seven challenged. “By this little display, I’d say you don’t. I mean, if I have to have a reason to be here, then it’s not just good enough that I am here. Know what I mean?” “Seven…” “All right, I surrender,” he said, then presented his hands, which had been conveniently folded behind his back throughout his teasing. He offered the same data clip Jade had sent to Obi-Wan. “We just received this from General Kenobi. Top secret reply to your ‘urgent message’.” Seven knew better than to think they were discussing anything of importance when Jade was stuck on Kamino and Obi-Wan had his own battles to attend to that didn’t even remotely involve the Captain. He might have been alive only half as long as people his visible age, but he wasn’t born yesterday. Jade’s eyes became saucers as she snatched the clip from his hand and shut the door between them without another word. “Your welcome,” Seven chuckled, striding off down the corridor. Within the office, Jade hurried to her desk, holding the communication in an iron grip. She only loosened her fingers when she imagined shattering the precious message into dust and depriving herself of her lover’s velvety voice. She took a seat at her desk once again and began rifling through drawers until she found the device she sought. She took a deep, cleansing breath and inserted the clip, shocked to find that she was literally trembling with anticipation. “The things that man does to me…” she muttered as Obi-Wan’s voice wafted up from the recording. The general sounded tired but not in the usual way. Normally she would attribute his tone to someone stretched thin, a man with too much responsibility and too little of himself left to give. This was definitely not the case. He sounded relaxed and perhaps a little fatigued. She could easily imagine him lounging as he purred, “I received your urgent message, Captain Blood, and I have a reply.” Jade’s mind dipped further into the mental image she was entertaining of Obi-Wan, not caring whether it was a true representation of what he’d done while recording this or not. She was familiar with Obi-Wan’s unintentionally cat-like moments during which he would drape himself across the bed, stretch languidly upon first awakening, or even slink when he walked or righted himself. She couldn’t help but imagine him curled up like a satisfied lion, nude and smirking at the recording device as he spoke to her. “But first,” he went on, “close your eyes…” “So it’s my turn then,” she giggled, leaning back in her chair and doing as she was told. “That’s a good kitten,” he murmured, and Jade felt her cheek redden, the sensation a giddy one. “Time and space are between us, and still you read me as if I were an open book. Every misgiving and movement, every repressed need… There is no simpler nor better way to put it than to say that you know me, Jade. Very well.” Jade smiled and wiggled in her chair, proud to hear him say what she had hoped for. Apparently, he had enjoyed the interlude. “I would like the chance to prove my knowledge of you, Kitten,” he said, and his lips sounded close enough to kiss. “I believe I know just what sort of fantasy to indulge.” “I’m sure you do,” Jade chuckled quietly, readying herself and knowing she would never be ready. “You’re aching for a change of pace,” he went on. “Or perhaps ‘aching for a familiar pace’ is more apt. I miss you just as desperately as you miss me and want nothing more than to lay myself bare underneath you. I’m haunted by my own mind as it calls forth image after image of you, arching and moaning above and below me. I recall our past, and I see our future…” Already his voice sounded uneven, his breathing a pattern of puffs against the recording device. She had no doubt that he was touching himself just as she had during the original message, and this realization made her skin tingle. “I do so long to come to you now…” he purred, then cut himself off with a soft groan. “Oh, Jade, can you feel me near?” She could hear her office door open, then swiftly shut again with a soothing “whoosh”. The temptation to snap her eyes open and make sure it wasn’t Seven or one of the Kaminoans was overwhelming, but she kept her eyes shut, knowing deep down that this was merely part of her fantasy. It simply had to be since it was Obi-Wan’s strong presence she felt, and he was worlds away. “I would journey through the night for you, my love,” Obi-Wan sighed. “I wouldn’t dare waste time in finding you, choosing instead to seek out your quarters with purpose. And when I found you there waiting for me, there would be no conceivable way to stop myself short at the doorway.” Footsteps were drawing nearer, the sound wet as if her guest had just come in from the rain. This was all so real seeming, and Jade shifted in her seat. She felt damp fingers brush her cheek and couldn’t suppress a delighted noise, leaning further into the touch and willing the daydream to continue. “Though my own ache is amplified by the need I feel in you, I take a moment to see you and know you,” he moaned. Jade was touched by the loving sentiments that poured from him as he pleasured himself, knowing that no other man in the galaxy had as much control. Neither would they be half as romantic. The hand on her cheek was moving down toward the side of her neck, then tender lips with the brush of a mustache touched her. She could feel hot breath on her skin, and the sensation made her shudder deliciously. “If I have caught you as off guard as I imagine, I would have to do away with whatever you’re wearing,” Obi-Wan commented lightly. Now both hands were upon her, peeling her heavy cloak away. She shifted accordingly until the garment was gone, then sighed eagerly when she felt him begin on her tunics. This phantom interlude was making her ache with need, but it also gave her pause at every turn. The things Obi-Wan was saying on the recording were beautiful but very vague. Jade had concocted a vivid fantasy for a message that was a bare overview at best. It seemed off somehow. Part of her wanted to snap her eyes open and check her surroundings but another part feared her fantasy would disappear. The doubts on either side weighed on her, and she could hardly concentrate at all while her breasts were being cupped and kissed through her bra. It was then that she noticed the moans from the recording were doubled by soft noises against her breasts. Her hands went to the face buried against her and gently pried it back, her eyes fluttering open. Obi-Wan gazed up at her from between her legs where he was crouched, his hair plastered to his head from the torrent of rain outside. His eyes glittered with mischief and he gently turned his face to kiss her palm. Jade’s breath caught in her throat as she gasped and squeezed one, damp shoulder as though testing his firmness. He was most certainly not a mere vision. Obi-Wan force-pulled the device to his hand and stopped the message short, his eyes half-lidded and his cheeks reddening. “Surprise, Kitten,” he grinned, his hands roaming her bare midsection and slipping around her waist. Words failed her for several more moments as she moved smoothly from her chair and into his lap on the floor. She could feel the rain soaked into his clothes and pressed her mouth fully into his. Her restless body rode him despite their clothes impeding any intimate contact. When they parted, she rubbed noses with him and said, “Let’s get you out of these wet clothes, Lion.” “With pleasure,” was his reply as he began pulling at his tunic. Jade’s hands joined his, unfastening his belt and nipping at flesh as it began to appear. She could taste the rain on him and hungrily pressed him back into the floor. Obi-Wan landed with a gentle thud and continued to wrench at his tunic until he was freed from it. They rolled, and Jade felt her breeches sliding down her thighs, Obi-Wan’s tongue taking their place. They tugged, tore, kissed, and groaned until each was bare. Every time Jade bent or curved any part of her body, her lover was there with skilled hands and amorous kisses. Her leg slipped between his and brushed the fine erection he sported, and he pleaded for more. Jade took him in her hand and rolled her thumb across the weeping head of him. Obi-Wan poised himself above her, rainwater mingling with sweat as she panted and gripped him. Her could feel her squeeze carefully, insistent and purely sexual. His hair had fallen in his eyes, and Jade found the effect irresistible. She moaned her approval as her thighs grazed his hips. “Tell me you want me,” Obi-Wan purred. He practically trembled with the amount of self-discipline he had to exercise to keep himself from ravaging her. “I’ll do you one better,” Jade huffed. “I want you inside me. Deep.” The time for restraint was over. Obi-Wan plunged, arching to meet her as she rolled her hips upward. They both choked on the moans that ensued. Obi-Wan growled and gripped the plush carpet on either side of Jade’s head. His hips were relentless in their pursuit of her depths, and she responded with the delicious scratch of her fingernails down his back. He snarled against her neck and found his rhythm, to which Jade whimpered aloud. Jade gripped the desk behind her head, and Obi-Wan slowed enough to shift his position. He pushed himself to his knees, gripping her hips and balancing her backside against his thighs. He then pulled her into his embrace, laving at her breasts as she straightened. When she was reeling but steady, he brought his hands to her nipples and pinched them lightly between his fingers. She gasped delightedly and pushed her mouth into his. Her own movements were beyond her control now, her hips gliding easily over his hardened cock. “Come for me, Kitten,” Obi-Wan begged. “Let me feel you tighten…” Jade sobbed in his ear and assured him that she was nearly there. He tortured her stiff nipples, kissed her lips so that she ached when he drew away, and slipped his hand between them so that her nub became slick with their juices. Jade captured his mouth with hers and peaked violently. She cried softly and continued riding him until she felt his release inside her. “Yes,” he growled and followed this with such beautifully manly noises. Jade collapsed, and they both trembled in their afterglow as he rocked her in his arms. “That was some reply,” Jade mumbled, not even attempting to sit up at this point. “Makes my original message seem trite.” “Hardly,” Obi-Wan whispered. “It was quite moving.” “This or my message?” she giggled. “Let me rephrase,” he purred. “You are quite moving.” “I love you, too.” The End
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