Title: Shower Time
* * * * * You wake up slowly, afterimages of the previous night still burned into your brain. You brace yourself as you suddenly start to recall the various feelings you had all through the night. How he did that thing with his tongue is still a mystery to you. A sleepy grumble sounds next to your ear, and you feel two arms pull you closer into a warm, male body. You give a sigh and take stock of the situation. From the looks of the curtains, it is now morning outside. You feel drowsy and sticky. All that honey may not have been a good idea, you think absently. Obi is currently sleeping next to you, holding you firmly against his still naked, gorgeous body. Ulp. But after all you two did last night, you don't have any energy left this morning for his antics. You'll have to get up eventually. You give a sigh, and get to work prying your body out of his arms. Not an easy task. Still half-asleep, he seems to grasp what you are doing. He makes a sleepy noise of protest and rolls over, pinning you beneath him. "Just where do you think you're going?" He mumbles sleepily into your ear, never opening his eyes. "It's morning," you say, trying once again to get out of his hold. "So what if it's morning," he grumbles, pulling you closer still and turning your shoulder into a pillow. "Well, personally, I feel sticky, and would like to get a shower." He raises his head with a grunt and reluctantly opens his eyes to take stock of the room. "Hmm," he says thoughtfully, "we do seem to have made quite the mess." "You started it!" You exclaim. He grins. "And you finished it. Quite loudly, as I recall." Your face heats up. "Obi," you start, trying to recapture his interest. He's laid his head back onto your shoulder, and seemingly gone back to sleep. "Obi, we need to go out soon, and I'm not going anywhere this dirty!" He lets out a groan and burrows further into you. "Not going anywhere. Too comfortable," he mumbles. His beard rubs against your skin as you feel his hot breath curl around your neck. A rumbling purr slowly rises through his body. Noises deep in his chest makes it vibrate against yours; then it explodes out against the sensitive skin on the side of your neck. He rubs his face caressingly against you. His lips part to press ever so gently against you. You let out a sigh, and fight a growing desire to lean into his soft caresses. "Obi?" You say, trying to get his attention. You really do have work to do today. "Nggg." He moans against your neck. The desire to lean into his touch becomes stronger as he slowly nips and kisses his way down your neck and across your collarbone. You let out another sigh. "Obi!" Your hands tangle in his hair and gently tug. He finally looks up at you. "What?!" You give him a Look. "I really do have work to do today." He ignores your protest, and brings his lips mere centimeters from yours. When you try to protest again, he leans in and plunges his tongue into your mouth, fully intent on making you forget whatever 'work' you had to do. At first, you attempt to mumble your protests. But the work of his very enthusiastic mouth makes clear his disinterest in removing his tongue from your mouth for something as silly and trivial as conversation. Any resistance you had fades quickly from the onslaught of his skillful mouth. His tongue invades your mouth, and his lips knead on yours until you wonder faintly if he intends to continue until you pass out. He presses his lips harder into yours, while moving the sheets away to give him access to your still-naked form. One of his calloused hands rests on your upper abdomen, causing you to arch slightly against him. You begin to wriggle beneath his onslaught as that hand creates a heated trail over your stomach, and down, down to press between your thighs. His hand rests there, softly stroking enough to make you whimper in protest. His other hand slides to your stomach, and over until it rests on your side. At last he breaks from your lips and you gasp frantically for air. Wonderful stuff, air. You turn your head to give him a look. His eyes sparkle with desire and hidden mischief. As you open your mouth to dress him down, he dives in again, sealing his mouth over yours and harshly sucking your tongue into his mouth. You give a long moan, and start to writhe and twist underneath him. He does kiss like a God, but too much more of this, and you're going to run out of air. You try to mumble protests around his lips, to no avail. You cut off sharply, though, as then hand on your stomach abruptly digs into your side, right on one of your ticklish spots. You give a squeal around his mouth and break out into helpless giggles. The General growls and kisses you harder as his hand digs into you further. Not wanting to be left out of the fun, the hand at your thighs begins to drift up to your other side, instantly zooming in on your most sensitive spots. At last you manage to break from his lips as your back arches away from him. But the grateful rush of air into your lungs is prevented as you feel warm, wet suction on one nipple, and his fingers continue to make you shriek and writhe underneath him. When he hits an exceptionally sensitive spot, you kick out, not realizing your leg is between his. Your knee comes in contact with his growing erection, but only hard enough to make him lose his concentration. You take that instant to shove him out of the way, and you rise to your feet to make your way to the shower. You ignore him as he growls something about getting you back, but turn suddenly when you hear a loud thud. What you see surprises you; the usually poised and composed Jedi General had apparently gotten tripped up in the sheets as he tried to follow you out of the bed. He now lay face first on the floor, with the sheet wrapped around and between his legs. You put your hands on your hips. "And what are you doing down there, General?" He narrows his eyes at you, and slowly untangled him self from the sheet. Then, with no warning, he lunges at you. You let out a surprised screech as his shoulder connects with your thighs, and he hoists you in the air flung over one shoulder. “Where are you taking me, Obi?" His hand sneaks up to caress your bottom. "You wanted a shower, so that's where we're going. I do as milady commands." His voice is heavily laced with amusement and dark with desire. As he strides down the hall to your 'fresher, his head turns slightly towards your bottom sticking up in the air. Not that you notice that. All you are aware of is a sudden, sharp pain on your bottom. You jerk and glare accusingly at the back of his head. "Obi, did you just bite me?" He throws an impish grin at you over his shoulder. "I've told you before how wonderful you taste, angel." With that, he turns back to your but, and gives you another sharp nip. As you feel his teeth graze against your skin, you fight to keep in the moan threatening to burst out. In a fit of frustration, you raise your hand as high as you can, and bring down hard on his ass. You flash a very satisfied grin as the muffled SMACK sound reaches your ear, along with the General's surprised yelp of pain. He drops you to your feet in front of him and shoves you against the wall beside the shower, attacking your lips in a frenzy of need. He breaks away suddenly after a brief, passionate kiss. "That wasn't very nice." His voice is low and dangerous. You give him a wicked grin. "Turnabout is fair play, love." He laughs then, and leans forward for another heated kiss that threatens to steal your breath. You feel him remove one of his hands, and seconds later, you hear the water starting in the shower. Without releasing his hold on your mouth, he lifts you up and carries you into the shower stall. You gasp around his mouth as the hot water hits you suddenly. He lets out a growl and moves you directly under the spray, immediately drenching you, but managing to stay mostly dry himself. You try to protest but, once again, words are impossible around the work of his skillful mouth and tongue. You unwrap one hand from his powerful shoulders, and reach up to the showerhead. Entranced as he is with your mouth, he doesn't notice. Before he can look up and see your hand, you quickly adjust the showerhead to the flow of water falls directly on him. He finally breaks away from your mouth, his eyes wide in indignation. You try to make a smart remark, but the snappy retort dies on your lips as you get a look at him. Glorious. He stands before you, soaked from top to bottom, his hands on his hips as he gives you a General-sized glare. His hair and beard hang limply from his face as water streams down his body. You put a hand to your mouth, trying to stifle a laugh. You can't help but think how much he looks like a kitten that got caught in the rain. You laugh now at this, gaining an even sterner glare from the drenched General. "What?" he says, practically growling. You try to respond, but fall into a fit of giggles again as a drop of water falls into his eye, cause his lids to convulse. He growls again and wipes at his eye as your giggles subside. He's glaring at you again, but you don't notice. Your attention is instead focused on a bead of water that is slowing moving down the side of his neck. You bite your lip as you watch it work its way over his collarbone. You watch, entranced, as droplets of water move slowly down his chest. Your breath catches. You move to him and lick one of the droplets off his chest, look up at him with a pseudo-bashfully peek under your eyelashes. His eyes are dark with desire as he stares down at you. His chest rises and falls raggedly. "Kitty doesn't like being wet?" You ask innocently. "Kitty looks very nice when he's wet." Obi raises an eyebrow. "Is that so?" You nod vigorously. His mouth slowly forms a smirk, and he swiftly gathers you in his arms and pulls you close. His mouth moves to your ear, and you can feel his short beard scraping against you, and his hot breath blowing on your wet skin. "Is this what you wanted?" He growls, and seizes your earlobe in his mouth, sucking and biting. His mouth moves slowly down your neck until is reaches the sensitive area right where neck meets shoulder. He lingers there, burying his face in you and sucking until he draws a moan. You sigh and lean into him as he works his magic on your neck. You bury one of your hands into his hair to hold him there, while the other claws ever so slowly down the length of his back. He groans into your neck and pushes you up against the shower wall, his groan and the coldness of the wall causing you to arch against him. "Obi," you moan as you feel him pressing himself further against you. Your hand on his back moves down to his buttocks, and squeezes hard. He pulls away from your neck with a small yelp, and looks deep into your eyes. "Please, Obi," you say, locking your eyes with his. That was all he needed. His eyes never leave yours as he plunges into your core, sheathing himself completely. You throw your head back and moan and the feel of him inside you again. You spent the whole night chasing each other around the bed sheets, and just the feeling of him buried inside of you is nearly enough to make you come in and of itself. You breath comes in short gasps as a pair of wet lips take advantage of your distraction, and attach themselves to the expanse of your neck. A low growl rumbles against your neck as he pulls out and starts to thrust. You let out a squeak every time he slams himself back into you. He starts cooing and purring as you feel yourself inadvertently tighten around his growing organ. "Yess..." he hisses, and one hand strays down to find your clit, and posses it, fondling and stroking until you can't see straight. A voice purrs into your ear. "Come for me, baby. Now!" He bites your ear, and that's it. You suddenly explode on him, crying his name as his cock burrows into you, faster and faster until he explodes, drawing your orgasm out until it hurts. At last, you collapse in his arms, content to simply stand there panting until your breathing stabilizes. His hands lift up and stroke your hair, all while the hot water continues to pour down and soothe your bodies. At last he places a tender kiss against your hair, and gesture to turn the water off. "There," he says, a small smile on his face, "Now you're all clean." You glare at him. "If I had the energy right now, I'd smack you." He just laughs, and swoops you up in his arms, carrying you back to the bedroom. That was quite a shower, you think as he lowers you to the bed. He smiles wickedly as he crawls under the sheets next to you. "There'll be a repeat performance later," he purrs, curling up with you against his chest. You let out a smile against his wet chest. "I can't wait," you mumble, already going to sleep in his arms. The End
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