Title: Lust
* * * * * You exit the library and take a deep, liberating breath. All day long you spent cataloging files and reports. You were the lucky Master this time to have the good fortune to work with Madame Jocasta for the next two days. The only highlight of the day was the assistant the council finally assigned to you. You remember working on a particularly difficult file when you noticed someone patiently standing in front of you. Waving a hand impatiently without looking up, you say: “Go, and start over there.” “Yes, Master.” he replies and startled you look up. They told you that a senatorial aide would be sent to help but what you see pleases your eyes. A fresh faced Padawan walks to the desk next to you and sits down. The smile he gives you completely disarms you. Smiling back you say: “My apologies, young Padawan.” You have seen him around with his Master Qui Gon. “How can I be of assistance?” he asks, eyes fixed on you. “Yes, you may,” you answer, making polite conversation. “Kenobi, isn’t it?” you ask him. He nods. “Master Jinn thought I would be best for the job.” And there is that smile again. “Good.” you reply and for the rest of the day you work side by side. At one point he sheds his robe, and you let your eyes wander across his body, seeing the muscles underneath his tunic and leggings. While you work you can’t take your eyes off young Kenobi. So serious he is and doesn’t seem to notice the fire in your eyes. At the end of the day you thank him and part to continue the following day. And now you are walking toward your quarters. This is crazy, a Master lusting after a Padawan, how low have you sunken. But you can’t stop thinking about him and decide to go for a long run. It might help, calm you down. As soon as you enter your rooms, you change into something lighter and walk to the exercise arena. There you run lap after lap, and still you can’t get his image out of your head. After 10 laps you stop, breathing heavily, and walk to cool down. And then you have a thought. Leaving the arena you walk to find Master Jinn, who usually spends this hour of the day in one of the meditation rooms. But you don’t make it that far, noticing him standing in conversation with another Master, his Padawan by his side. You have to keep from blushing. Qui Gon turns and acknowledges you. You bow to the group and take a long breath. “Master Jinn.” you begin. “I was wondering if I may borrow you Padawan to sort some Geological items for me. But it might be late before he’ll be ready to return to his quarters.” You smile, hoping no one senses your true motives. “It will be my pleasure,” Qui Gon replies. “He told me that he enjoyed his work in the archives today.” “Thank you,” you mumble and wave to Kenobi to follow you. He walks just one step behind you, but he might as well be next to you. Trying to stay collected, you proceed to your quarters, open your door, and let him step inside before you. He stands in the middle of the room, his eyes moving across you bookshelves and various items from different worlds you have visited. “Please, Padawan, have a seat,” you say, pointing to a large couch that also functions as your bed. “Let me take your robe,” you say and stretch out your hand. He hands it to you and your hands touch in the process. Something wells up inside you, a feeling long forgotten and suppressed by your Jedi training. You look at him and want nothing else but to take off his clothes and take him right then and there. ‘Calm, down, he is not going anywhere.’ You notice that he has begun to look a bit puzzled as you just stand there holding his robe in your arms. “If you would excuse me, please, I have to freshen up a bit,” you apologize with a smile like the Cheshire cat. “Of course,” he says, oblivious to your inner yearnings. “Why don’t I start with the samples?” “What... ah, yes... the samples...” you stumble over your own words. “Here, let me get them.” You walk into your study and return with a large box. “These are samples from different planets. If you could start labeling them, I would be most grateful,” you coo, handing him the heavy box. “Thank you, I will,” he says, eager to please. You nod graciously and disappear in the fresher for a nice, hot shower. Finished you enter the living room, only wrapped in a towel. Obi Wan looks up, and lowers his head, blushing. ‘Ha, got you.’ You ignore the Padawan and continue to walk into the study to dress. Dressed in a flowy blouse and light pants, no shoes, you go and join Kenobi. His head is bent over the samples in deep concentration. He does not look up until he feels you have sat down next to him. “I... I am almost done,” he mutters, a shy look in his eyes. “You work fast and with great precision,” you praise and as if by accident, your hand touches his thigh. His muscles tense under your touch, and you lift your hand. There is something innocent in his face but, looking at his eyes, you notice a glint that says more than words. “You have done well, young Padawan,” you say and motion for him to follow you to the kitchen, where you busy yourself preparing a light supper. He offers his help, but you tell him that there was no need and ask him to sit at the table. Kenobi obeys, and you can feel his eyes following your every move. By now your blood is slowly turning into lava, and when you turn to place the plates and bowls on the table, you have to use great restraint. You happen to lean over, and your deeply cut blouse reveals what lies beneath. His gaze lingers for a moment before he finds his composure. Dinner is ready, and you sit down to eat. In order to break the ice you ask him to tell you about his journeys with his Master. Between bites he tells of strange creatures and worlds he has seen and about his Master’s odd habit to collect beings from other worlds. He talks freely, and you like to listen to his melodic voice as he enchants you with his adventures. His eyes sparkle and suddenly he stops and looks at you, and for the first time you notice his deep blue irises. You get up to put the dishes away, leaving everything on the counter. Walking back to the sitting Padawan, you brush against him with your hand, touching the cropped hair. You stop, standing behind him and suddenly you lean over and your face is close to his, and you feel his breath on your cheeks. Then your lips touch, carefully, teasing at first. He lifts his arms and wraps his arms around your neck, pulling you deeper into his kiss, tongue moving against yours. You come up for a breath of air, completely by the sudden turn of events. You were supposed to be the one seducing Kenobi. You finally snap out of it and take him by the hand. Kenobi rises, and you lead him back into the living room. Pushing a button, you magically change your couch into a bed. He raises an eyebrow and draws you into his strong arms. You kiss again, this time passionately, his tongue invading your mouth, making you moan softly. His hands come to rest on your hips, and he lifts you up to carry your more than willing body to the bed. He gently puts you down . His hands caress your face, stroking the outlines of your jaw. His eyes look deep into yours, making you forget the day left behind. He takes off his tunic, exposing a chiseled chest and tight abdominal muscles. Still sitting, your hands touch his skin. He takes your hands in his, kissing each finger. Then he kneels in front of you. You try to say something but he puts a finger over his mouth. “Don’t,” he whispers. “It’s alright.” Again your lips lock in a kiss, and he slowly opens the buttons of your blouse and pulls back over your shoulders. With a quick movement he undoes the clasps of your bra. With his arm around you he lays you down on your bed and sits next to you. Propped up on this elbow the index finger of his free hand traces the roundness of your breasts as if exploring your body. Kenobi lowers his head, and his tongue begins to tease your erect nipples, making you shudder. You put your fingers through his hair and grab his Padawan braid. You moan loudly as the fire inside you increases. His tongue leaves your breasts and moves across your stomach. You feel his hand on the waistband of your pants moving underneath, closer to your moist haven. You put one leg up at an angle as his callused finger starts to stroke your clit in a circular motion. He buries two fingers inside you and stops for a moment, noticing how wet you are already, and slides your pants off you. You reach for his groin, and you hands feel his hardness. He leans into your hand as you stroke him. A low groan escapes his lips, and he leans over to suck your nipples, one hand back to play with your clit, sending you close to the edge. You lift your hips rhythmically with his strokes. Meanwhile you have managed to undo his breeches, and he kicks off his boots. His large, hardened, member pops out and you lace your fingers around his shaft, starting with slow movements. Again there is the groan, coming deep down from his chest. Your strokes become faster, and he continues to grow in your hand. Two of his fingers are moving in and out of you, his thumb still busy with your clit. You are close to climax when he suddenly stops. “No, no, no,” you shout. “Don’t stop, not now.” How can he do this to you? “Be patient,” he whispers, as if the roles were reversed and you are the Padawan and he the Master. The last thing you want to be is patient. His blue eyes are on you, and there is nothing you can do but surrender completely to him. He turns you on your stomach and hovers above you, his strong hands on either side of your head. You feel his hot breath on your neck. He begins to gently bite the delicate skin right below your hairline, sending little electric pulses down your spine. One hand moves below you, tweezing one of your nipples. You can’t take much more and shriek. His mouth moves across your neck, down your back. At the same time his hand, fingers moving more seductively, is gliding downward. He lifts your body toward his, still kissing your back. He urges you onto your knees. Both hands are clasp around your waist, and his face is next to your, wanting your mouth for a kiss. You turn your head, and he ravishes your lips and tongue, igniting a volcano inside you. He withdraws from your mouth and straightens his upper body. His hands feel like fire on your skin as he strokes your body. He grabs hold of our hips and you feel his hard organ near your entrance. “Please,” you whimper. “Don’t make me wait anymore.” Oh, yes, you are begging by now. He chuckles and enters, filling you completely. You gasp and hold your breath. His thrusts are slow at first, probing, exploring your inner core. But he too, has held back long enough, and he picks up the pace, pushing harder and shorter. One hand gets hold of your long, blonde hair and pulls back your head, the other reaches around you and rubs your clit. How he does this, you don’t know, and don’t care about at this moment. Suddenly he twists you around onto your back. He lowers himself and enters you again, and this time his thrusts are hard and urging. You wrap your legs around his body and move with his rhythm. Both of you breath hard and heavily. The room seems to spin around you. His lips are on yours, his tongue snaking around yours, like a wild animal. Your arms are folded around his neck, drawing him closer. When you finally climax it is like an eruption and you spill your juices while he is still pumping inside you. You see stars in front of you, and the room turns upside down. But then he comes, in fast, pulsing spasms, sending his seed into you. Exhausted but exalted, he collapses on top of you, his face buried in your hair, his hands holding your face to his. You are still wrapped around him, not wanting to let go. “How do you feel?” he whispers in your ear. “Wonderful,” you answer, still panting. “Happy?” he wants to know, making sure you have enjoyed yourself. “Yes, very,” is your reply. He rolls over on his back and pulls you halfway on top of him, holding you tight. You lie sprawled over his chest and smile. Your hand plays with his Padawan braid and sleepiness comes over you. But before you drift off, you open your eyes and lift your head. “Obi Wan,” you say, and his blue eyes are locked with yours. “Yes, what is it.” he wants to know, noticing that for the first time today you have not just called him by his last name. You feel foolish for asking this question but you do anyway: “How many woman have you sent into complete oblivion before me?” He gives you a shy smile: “You are my first.....” You grin at him mischievously, sleep forgotten.” I guess, then I have to see to it that this will not remain your first.” “What are you waiting for.....” he says and pulls you on top of him. The End
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