Title: Move
* * * * * You give a sigh as you watch the various couples grind against each other on the barely lit dance floor. There was a time when you would have joined them-back when he was a padawan. But he had been promoted to Knight, and then General. And with all of the missions he was sent on, he hadn't been home in nearly a year. It had been ages since you had seen each other. You doubted if he even knew how anymore. Most of his recent missions involved “aggressive negotiations”, not a dance partner. You give a disgusted sigh at the soft, upbeat music. You had never "danced" to this kind of music, though. You have better taste than that.
Tell all the girls and the boys
You give a startled blink as the popular music is cut off, and a sharp, stronger beat takes over. You jump suddenly as you feel a familiar presence in your mind, followed by strong arms encompassing your waist. A warm, wet voice whispers harshly into your ear, "This was always your favorite song, love. Dance with me?" Without waiting for an answer, he pulls you away from your safe corner and out into the dance floor, hips grinding into your backside with every beat.
Move and show me what you can do
He always did have a thing for seduction in public, you think breathlessly as his wide, powerful hips continue their relentless onslaught against your own. "I love you," the voice says desperately into your ear. "I need you." His voice lowers to a growl. "I want you." “It’s been far too long,” you breathe, turning in his grip so you can wrap your arms about his neck. Your eyes search out his, and when they lock, there’s no denying the longing in both your eyes.
Move when you just can't take it
The beat of the song and pumping of his hips fills you blood and your ears, until nothing else exists but this moment. The desperate grinding of his still-clothed hips against yours and the heat of his gaze capture your breath. After a moment, you realize that you two are moving. And moving rapidly until your back hits the wall in one particularly dark corner. It was never my choice to feel all alone Your body sings as his lips come crushing down on yours, stealing your tongue and breath with bruising force and desperation. You feel every inch of him as he caresses you with his body, rubbing himself against you like a cat. Neither of you hold back a groan as his rapidly hardening member comes into contact with your mound. You silently curse as you become uncomfortably aware that you're both still clothed. You try to give voice to a protest around his enthusiastically exploring tongue, but all that comes out are unintelligible noises. He moans and kisses you harder, trying to suck all of the breath out of you in one attempt. I've seen this all before, I can't carry this anymore, break free His mouth swallows your moan as you feel his hands beginning to work on your blouse. You arch into his warm hands as the slowly but purposefully caress your eager breasts, his finger pinching your nipples to the point of pain. He finally breaks away and you gasp for air as his mouth attacks the side of your neck. You arch further into his touch as his beard moves over a particularly sensitive spot below your ear. His lips clamp down there at your reaction, sucking and biting and nibbling until you can't see straight. You try to gasp his name, but nothing comes out but a strangled moan as he growls in appreciation. Your hands tangle in his hair as he moves his nips to your collarbone. Either move or we will all be destroyed Your hands caress his strong, powerful shoulders and slowly make their way down to a considerable bulge in his pants. Your hands lock there, stroking and caressing him as a moan vibrates against your skin, making you very aware of his beard scratching against you. His groan spirals into a growl as you gently squeeze. "Now." The General growls against your skin, green eyes blazing up at you. "Now." You agree, tugging impatiently at the waistband of his pants. Rather than respond to your unspoken request, his hands slide down to your jeans. He undoes them and slides them slooowly down your legs, squatting down and gracing your legs with kisses and nips in especially sensitive places as more and more bare skin is uncovered. You let out a high-pitched whimper and struggle to breathe as you feel his hot breath travel up your thighs to grace your mound with a soft kiss through the soaked material of your panties. You open and close your mouth helplessly as he slowly licks and caresses your mound with tongue and bearded cheek. You know he is waiting...waiting for you to beg. But you cannot get up enough air to speak. You have a horrible feeling that he knows this as you hear a wicked chuckle from beneath you. In utter frustration, you thrust your hips at him and manage a long, whimpery moan. He laughs outright then, the vibrations of his mouth on you traveling around the length of your body. "If there is something you want, all you have to do is say so," he says, looking up and grinning at you. Before you can respond, he returns to your panties and gives a long lick. You can feel the wet muscle pressing up into you through the by-now soaked material. Seeing as you're having trouble expressing yourself, you instead try to push his head away long enough to take the soaked material off yourself. Only to find that your limbs are no longer responding. At last you manage to gasp out, "Please." He licks you again, pressing his face further into you. "Please what?" You stammer as he continues his maddening caresses, trying unsuccessfully to get the words out. "O-Obi...pleeeease..." he stops then, toying with your lips as if in thought. "Well," he rumbles, "you did say the magic word...”
Either scream or rejoice
Without warning, he rips your panties off and buries his face between your legs. You scream as he mercilessly licks and sucks you, one hand drifting up to squeeze your rear. Your breath comes in short pants as you beg, cry and shriek your appreciation. His mouth takes you higher and higher on the metaphorical cliff, until you are crying and begging for him to allow you release. But he just holds you there. You stammer out his name desperately-you can't take this for much longer. Then, at last he rumbles into you, and you climax sharply. The waves of pleasure grab your body and fling it about with such force, you’re afraid that you'll fly apart. His tongue continues its devotion until the last wave dies down. You collapse, trembling into his waiting arms. He holds and nuzzles you, waiting for you to regain your bearings.
So breathe, let's leave until the storm is over,
Did I hurt you? His voice in your mind is soft and concerned; almost apologetic. You grin at his sweetness, nuzzling deeper into his embrace. "Force, Obi, I think you killed me." "Well, I am sorry about that, but I need you." His voice turns husky on the last note, and you let out a moan. You’d never survive another orgasm like that so soon. You can feel him grin as his beard scrapes against your cheek. "Oh, don't worry, love. I plan on giving you ample time to recover.” You blink up at him, knowing he’s just read your thoughts. Before you can say anything, he grins wickedly. “At least, as much time as it takes for us to get home." You groan and bury your face in his side. His bass laugh sounds loudly as he scoops you up in his arms and carries you off.
So breathe, let's leave until the storm is over,
The End
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