Title: Chasing Waterfalls
* * * * * Jade Blood paced outside the compound, chewing her lower lip. She tried to still herself, breathing deeply, but her impatience wore through. She strode back inside and immediately collided with R4. Regaining her balance, Jade placed her hands on her hips. “R4, where is Master Kenobi?” A few clicks and whistles indicated that he had gone for a walk, to a place where he could meditate. Jade shook her head. “We are supposed to leave in ten minutes.” R4 buzzed animatedly, and Jade’s eyebrow rose. “Well, it would be nice if someone told me our journey was postponed.” R4 clicked again, making the Jedi smile. “I know you just did. I thank you for that, little friend.” With a courteous nod, Jade returned outdoors. The forested landscape was cool, with a hint of humidity in the still air. As Jade jogged among the fallen trees and fern-draped outcroppings, she could feel the Force flowing from every living thing around her. It was almost a vibration, and it soothed her nerves, massaging her tension away. She rounded a tree and slowed her pace, hearing the thunderous rush of a waterfall in the distance. The dampness she felt must have come from the spray. Eager to soak her tired feet, Jade dashed in the direction of the roaring falls, finally bursting through a clutch of vegetation at its base. Jade froze in her tracks as she spotted Obi-Wan swimming in the crystalline pool. He could not hear her shouted greeting over the deafening gust of water, and pulled himself onto a grassy outcropping at the side of the pool. Jade’s salutation died on her lips, eyes wide. Obi-Wan stood exposed, shaking the water from his hair vigorously. The golden sun reflected prisms of light from the droplets that clung to his auburn hair and beard. He stretched, and her eyes drifted down his leonine body. Raising his chin to the morning sun, Obi-Wan’s torso heaved in a relaxed sigh. His eyes were closed, and her gaze descended from his face to his sculpted arms and muscular back. Jade’s stare relentlessly following a single bead of water that drifted down his spine and over the crest of his firm behind. It lingered there, then fell to the ground to the rear of his sleek heel. “Too tight, Master.” Thirteen-year-old Jade Blood sighed noisily, making the strands of hair in her eyes drift upward, before settling back into her line of vision once more. Master Cher-Ryll Sejam frowned and began to loosen her padawan’s belt. Tugging at the material of her robes upward, she gathered a bit more around Jade’s ample bosom, then tightened the belt once more. “Better?” Jade gruffly raked her fingers through her hair, trying to move it away from her eyes. “Nothing seems right.” “I understand how you feel. You are in a time of change. Your body is trying to find the woman inside of it.” Jade patted her breasts, which still strained against her robes. “That’s what you told me two years ago, Master. Will these EVER stop growing?” Cher-Ryll forced away her amused smile. “In time. Calm yourself, Jade.” Nodding, Jade once more tucked a lock of hair among the others and breathed deeply. “But when can I get a robe that fits?” “I will have one brought as soon as possible.” Cher-Ryll quirked an eyebrow. “You only received this one three weeks ago.” “It’s not my fault,” she complained, shifting uncomfortably. “I can’t help…this!” As she gestured to herself, the lock of hair freed itself again, and Jade growled, slapping it back into place. “I think it is time for you to meditate, Jade.” Her master’s voice was a warning. “You must learn to be still, for anger leads to hate, and hate is of the Dark Side.” Cher-Ryll urged her padawan out the door. “Find solitude and feel peace again.” Jade obliged, letting her shoulders slump defeatedly. Grumbling, she avoided the Temple, and knew that action would get her in trouble. At the moment, she didn’t care. Her emotions were akimbo, and she was on the verge of tears. Jade tried to calm herself as she trudged around her quarters. A soft humming stopped her in her tracks. A man’s deep voice was picking out notes from the air, and her head tilted with intrigue. “Obi-Wan, are you almost ready?” The humming halted as the voice of Master Qui-Gon Jinn wafted on the air, and Jade realized she was very near Obi’s home. She dashed over to what she knew to be his bedroom window. When they were children, Jade had often found herself crawling into his bed for long nighttime chats, especially when either of them had trouble with their training progress. Those nightly visits had halted a few years earlier. Jade peered through the window, hoping Obi were still in his room. He was. Clad in a towel, Obi used a hand cloth to dry his shower-fresh cropped hair. Jade had not seen his exposed body since he had matured, not an arm nor a corner of his shoulder. Now Obi was before her, his smooth chest sculpted with muscle that rippled when he reached for his robes. She could not help staring at his nipples, which had hardened from the cool breeze that wafted through the bedroom. A flicker of heat began in her abdomen and spread downward as she watched the towel around his waist fall to the floor. “I’ll still be a few more minutes, Master!” “Make haste, Padawan. You will be late for your meeting.” Obi playfully sneered at the doorway, and the corner of Jade’s mouth tipped into a smile at the familiarity of his expression. Obi sighed and turned in her direction, and Jade felt her face flush as she caught sight of his privates nestled in a thatch of auburn hair. She swallowed heavily, waves of desire enveloping her as she noticed that he wasn’t entirely flaccid. She guarded against projecting covetous feelings as Obi donned his robes distractedly. He sighed as he fastened his belt firmly around his lithe waist. With another glance in the mirror, Obi smiled to himself and exited the room. Obi-Wan felt as if someone watched him. It was the same feeling he had many years ago, when he knew Jade Blood spotted him dressing in his room. Even then, the thought of her nearness stirred his desire for her. He opened his eyes slowly, but dared not turn around. Reaching out with his Force sense, he felt Jade’s feminine presence nearby. The heat of her aroused state coursed through his unguarded body, and he immediately hardened at the sensation. He knew it had to be Jade. No one but a Jedi could have come so far, so fast without a speeder, and only she would have come searching for him in this forest. Obi reached out again, transmitting his craving for her with abandon. Behind him, Jade gasped as she felt his passion filling her. She watched the muscles in his behind tighten, and his shoulders heaved with his labored breathing. Shedding her belt, Jade strode toward him, removing her robe as she walked. She assailed him with her desire, and he could feel it within his body. Obi spun to face her just as Jade was a few feet away. Their physical presence made the pair pause, taking in one another’s beauty. Obi was breathless as the red mane of hair cascaded to her shoulders, her nude, supple body poised gracefully on the rock before him. Jade’s eyes strayed to his arousal, her breath hitching at the sight of it. They needed no words, and fell into each others arms. Obi’ lips were on hers, his facial hair scratching her lips deliciously. Jade darted her tongue along the inside of his upper lip, savoring the fresh water which lingered there. They tasted and touched one another, Jade’s hands straying to places she had only dreamed of pleasuring. His gasps of delight were her encouragement as she boldly ran her fingers along his thighs and over his erection, then up his behind and strong back. Jade gripped his shoulders and Obi slowly lowered himself to the ground, his tongue trailing along the length of her body as he knelt before her. To Jade’s astonishment, Obi grasped her thigh and lifted it to his shoulder, drawing her to his mouth before she could protest. He tasted her greedily until she cried out in ecstasy, gripping his hair to remain standing. Jade regained her senses long enough to slide down and face him. Obi moved to a sitting position, his breath coming in gasps. “Jade, you’re so…” He drew her face to his, kissing her deeply, the taste of her still on his mouth. Jade moved to mount him, not breaking contact, and Obi whimpered desperately against her lips. At the sensation of his hardness easing into her, Jade cried out again and pressed her forehead to his. The usually controlled man was panting heavily, his breath coming out as ecstatic moans. Water on his body mingled with slick perspiration on hers, and they glided rhythmically together. Jade leaned back slightly and Obi wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing his cheek to her breasts as their bodies moved together, heightening each other’s fervor. She gripped his shoulders as their pace became frantic, rising to its finish. The rumble from Obi’s throat turned into a lusty growl as she thrust onto him one last time, causing herself to peak as well. Their cries echoed across the falls, colors bursting in the darkness before their closed eyes. Gasping uncontrollably, Obi reclined, clutching Jade to his chest. She rested her cheek on his shoulder, running her fingers through the smattering of dampened hair that graced his broad chest. Their breathing slowed to contented sighs, and they opened up their senses. A feeling of tranquility washed through their bodies where tension and confusion had previously been. As Obi kissed the top of her head, he smiled. Jade felt his joy and smiled in return, bliss flowing through them and mingling with the surrounding life forms as they lingered, silent and content in one another’s arms. The End
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