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Title: Speeder Play Author: Bookworm Rating: *snorts* It's Obi on a speeder. Take a wild guess. Disclaimer: Obi is owned by Uncle George. Sigh. Author's Note: Dedicated to all of the scenes in the Clone Wars cartoon with Obi riding a speeder. Who wouldn't want to ambush him?
With your hands wrapped around his waist, you can literally feel him huff another sigh. You turn your head into him and give him a quick kiss just below his ear. Poor man is wound much too tight, and after this latest argument with Mace Windu, he's been in a grumpy mood all day. He smiles at last as your lips make contact. His hands are too busy steering the speeder you both sit on, but you notice one hand twitch, as though he wants to reach back and return the favor. Suddenly, a naughty thought occurs to you. You hide a grin and quickly suppress the thought, lest he hear it and ruin the surprise. You nuzzle his neck, kissing your way down it. He clears his throat and fidgets a bit at the feel of your lips on his skin. "Love, as wonderful as that feels, this isn't the best place for that." His voice comes out in the rich, accented brogue that always makes you shiver. You giggle and slip your hands underneath his shirt, lightly scratching his belly. "Why not, baby?" You breathe in his ear. "Don't you want it?" Obi's breathing grows more labored as your hands find sensitive spots on his belly, caressing them and slowly moving upwards. He swallows and wriggles a bit, as if trying to escape from your hands. "It's…not that, love." He sounds more and more uncomfortable as your hands reach his nipples. "This just isn't really…the best place for this." You smirk. "Speeders keep themselves aloft quite well, dear one. So I can do this, and we aren't in much danger of tipping over." One hand slips down and cups the bulge in his pants. You can feel the heat radiating through the fabric as he lets out a stuttered moan. Your other hand pinches caresses his nipples in turn. The speeder veers a bit as your hands slowly steal away his ability to concentrate. He tries to protest more, but it only comes out in moans and one long 'nnnnnngggggg…' as you start to stroke him through his pants. Your other hand plays at his chest for awhile longer before moving down to join the first. You consider slipping your hands beneath his pants, but his belt is in the way. Obi Wan lets out a curse, and you hear the speeder slow down. You grin as he guides the two of you into the woods, then stops. The next thing you know, your hands are yanked away as Obi Wan swivels around, grabs you about the waist, and tosses you down onto the ground. Your breath leaves you in a huff as Obi's body lands on top of yours. His lips slam down on yours, stealing what little breath you have left and kissing you into submission. Growls spill from his lips as you whimper through his ferocious kiss. His hands slide down your sides until they reach the waistband of your pants. He breaks from your lips then, yanking your pants (panties and all) down past your knees. His face appears above you. "Minx," he hisses, a feral gleam in his eyes. "How do you like it when I do it?" He slides down your body, pausing to nip at your breasts, then stopping facing your opening. You whimper as he first breathes, then nuzzles your folds. His tongue extends and you feel the wet muscle gently licking your outsides, probing just barely not enough to penetrate you. You swallow and whimper louder, thrusting your hips towards his face. He backs off, chuckling, and then you can feel him use Force bonds to hold your hips where they are. "Naughty, naughty." he breathes. "Stay right there…" and the torture continues; wet tongue probing you, his sweet breath falling on you and stimulating your outer muscles slightly, hair and beard inadvertently rubbing against your thighs and tickling your nerve endings… finally, you cry out. He only laughs. "If you want something, Love, just ask for it." His voice is feral and mischievous, making you whimper again. His tongue continues to tease you as you struggle to get words out. Finally, you manage to gasp. "Obi, nnnnnnnngggggg…" You close your eyes and inhale, summoning your strength. FORCE, but this man knows how to turn you into goo. "Obi, please…." Your voice takes on a pathetic, plaintive tone. Obi Wan gives an evil chuckle. "Please what?" That voice, that accent… you loose yourself in the teasing for another long moment. "Please, Obi, just…." Unsure how to and unable to articulate your longing, you try to thrust your hips towards him again, only to be stopped by the Force restraints. You whimper as he laughs, and lands a tender kiss on the inside of one thigh. "As my lady commands." You have no time to react to this, as his mouth abruptly latches onto your opening, and suckles. Your brain shuts off when his tongue enters you, and all you register is pleasure as it goes straight for your sweet spot. His tongue inside of you, his lips suckling your clit… your cries grow increasingly louder, your hips attempting to buck against him, when at last you scream and burst into his mouth. He growls, and eagerly laps you up, lips and tongue encouraging you further and further until you want to beg him for mercy. After what feels like an eternity, you finally collapse back onto the ground, panting wildly and your head spinning. Obi Wan crawls up your body, and gently captures your lips in a tender kiss. His arms surround you and hold you safe and steady as he pours into you his love. When you finally break the kiss, he drops his head next to yours, nuzzling into you. You bask in the glow for a moment, before something occurs to you. You frown. "Wait a minute. I thought I was supposed to be ambushing you?" You can feel his lips curl up into a gentle smile, and he kisses the side of your neck. You roll your eyes. "But what about you, love? Isn't it your turn?" Your voice comes out gentle and insistent. At last her raises his head and gazes at you, before dropping a chase, tender kiss on your lips. "Later, love. For now, I just want to hold you." You should really insist, but you can't. The way those eyes gaze into yours, the way his arms hold you… you can tell by his breathing that this is one of the few occasions where he knows real peace. As he snuggles back into you, you feel your arms going once more around him, holding him close and safe, even as he does the same to you. And you know neither of you would rather be anywhere else. The End
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