Title: Meditation
Author's Note: OK, Obi has ambushed us so many times, we decided it was high time to pay him back. *blows raspberry* * * * * * Obi Wan inhaled deeply as he felt himself immerse in the gentle waves of the Force. With each breath, he sunk himself deeper into meditation. He loved to meditate. Only there was everything peaceful, all as it should be. He sometimes wished he could remain in such a state. Before he remembered his duty. He valued what little time he could spare in meditation. One thing was certain; as deep as he was, it would take quite a powerful force to knock him out of it. He was so immersed in his mediation that he never heard the door open with a quiet hiss, nor the soft footfalls that approached him from behind. Little did he know it then, but the petite girl who now snuck up on him was a powerful force. She peeked curiously at his face, satisfying herself that he wasn't faking it. The first thing poor Obi Wan knew, he felt a vague tug back to consciousness. As the tug became more and more insistent, he finally opened his eyes and viewed the situation with groggy, barely awake eyes. There was a very female body curled up in his lap, her lips roaming frantically across his neck. "Wha-" he managed, but she quickly cut him off, pressing her lips to his and devouring the taste of his mouth. Her hands snuck down to undo his belt, then slid underneath his shirt, caressing his chest until she reached his nipples. She broke from his lips then and, with an impish grin, dove down, throwing his tunic up out of her way, and swirling her tongue around them. Obi managed to pull his tunic over his head, and tossed it at a corner. He let out a gasp as her mouth reached a sensitive spot on his side. "What..." he cleared his throat and tried to get his bearings. "What are you doing?" She grinned up at him. "You've ambushed me plenty of times. Now, it's my turn." He grinned back and reached for her. She quickly ducked out of his embrace and shoved him onto his back. She was instantly straddling him, her hands seeking out the ticklish spots on his sides. He squirmed under her assault and desperately tried to grasp her hands to get her to stop. Just as he managed to arrest one hand, the other found an extremely sensitive spot and dug in mercilessly, causing the poor General to double over in a fit of giggles. Her other hand easily twisted out of his weakened grip, and migrated to his stomach, stroking the skin there softly. With one deft move, she slipped it underneath his pants. Her hand easily found his organ, and zones immediately to the tip of it, mercilessly teasing his slit. Obi let out a gasp and a moan between helpless giggles. "You don't..." another gasp and a long moment of his bass laughter "don't have to do that." "Mmm...” She responded absently. "Are you saying you don't like it?" With that, her remaining hand left his side and slipped off to join her other hand, teasing and stroking his hardness. She somehow pulled him up to his knees and sat snugly behind him, both her hands still buried in his pants. Obi reached down to try and coax her hands away. "No, but you don't-" a gasp and a long moan. "You like that?" She whispered harshly in his ear and repeated the motion. His eyes slid shut. Her hands slid rhythmically up and down his shaft, as his hips thrust repeatedly into her pumping. "Angel," he gasped. "Oh, Force. I'm going to...I can't..." She purred and gave his ear a long lick. "That's right baby. Come for me.” The General threw his head back and roared as his world exploded. Her hands never let up; she pumped him until every drop had gone to stain his pants and he relaxed finally, breathing heavily in her embrace. She giggled and kissed his cheek. He leaned forward on one hand, pulling hers from his pants with the other. He brought her hands to his heart and held them there, forcing her to lie across his back. As his breathing slowly returned to normal, he leaned down and kissed each of her fingers before muttering a soft, "Thank you." She smiled at the warmth of his actions, and placed a soft kiss between his bare shoulder blades. "Anytime, babe," she whispered. "It isn't fair though," he said, turning in her arms to look her in the eyes. Eyes that had that all too familiar mischief dancing in them. She looked at him suspiciously. "What do you mean?" "You didn’t come with me." He slowly began to prowl over her, forcing her to lie on her back. She tried to protest, but having a very talented tongue forcing its way into her mouth stilled her well enough. He moaned into her mouth at her stifled comments and protests as he thrust his tongue deeper inside her mouth. His hands slid behind her back and pressed her body against his as his mouth slid down to nip her chin and jawline, and plant kisses and licks all over her neck. His mouth finally made its way to his favorite spot; the crook where her neck and shoulder met. He buried his face there, with marked enthusiasm, and sucked hard. She let her head fall to the floor, and gasped and moaned under his ministrations. His hands moved from their perches on her back, and slid forward along her skin underneath her shirt, migrating upwards until they bumped against her bra. He gave a growl of impatience against her neck, drawing out a long moan. Apparently liking this reaction, he buried his face further into her and let a loud purr vibrate against her skin. His hands snuck underneath her underwire, and moved up to play with her nipples. Despite the pleasure she felt, she somehow managed to buck him off of her and onto his back at her side. In a flash, she was straddling him again, with a very wicked grin on her face. "No," she said simply. "You're the one being ambushed, not me." "But," he protests, placing his hands on her hips. "You haven’t been...satisfied, yet." He grins, trying to turn her over and pin her beneath him again. She pushes on his shoulders, forcing him hard onto his back. "Oh, I will," she says. "Don't worry about that. But it will happen my way." Before he could protest further, she buried her lips into the same spot on his neck that he had worked on hers. Her hands didn't stay idle, either, as they lightly clawed their way from collarbone to waistline. "These messy things have got to go," she mumbled into his neck. She grabbed the top of his breeches with her toes and pushed down, landing flush atop him and causing a small yelp, followed by a moan, to escape his lips. She sat up again, straddling his stomach, and slowly began to pull of her top and bra. She then stood and, just as slowly, removed her jeans. She could feel every nerve in her body tingling as she felt his eyes follow her every move. As she settled back over the prone General, she took his hard cock in her hand and placed the tip of it at her entrance. "Now, dear Obi, come for me again." He put his hands on her hips again, and held her still above him as he looked into her eyes. "Only if you come with me this time." With that, he raised his hips and plunged into her. She threw her head back and let out a long moan as he filled her. She could never tire of that feeling of being completed, every time he drove himself home. "Look at me," he growled beneath her. She lowered her head and met his blazing gaze with one of her own. "I want to see you face," he panted before he began to slowly thrust in and out of her. Placing her hands on the floor next to his wide, powerful hips, she lifted herself off of him, then slammed back down. His head fell back to the floor with a moan. "Force, angel...” The slow rhythm was erotically intoxicating, but it wasn't long before she wanted more. "Obi," she moaned aloud as she poured all of her desire and need for him into his mind. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as she bombarded his mind. His grip on her hips became bruisingly tighter as his thrusts came faster and harder. The need for release became stronger as they pounded into each other with abandon. Suddenly, right as she was on the peak of release, his mind flooded hers. He surrounded her in a warm cocoon, showing her all of his love and desire. She faintly heard herself scream along with the General's growling roar as they both abruptly came, each pouring their milk into the other. She felt her hips pounding up and down on his, milking his orgasm for all it was worth. When the last of her orgasm subsided, she collapsed back into Obi's arms, breathing heavily. He stroked her hair, planted soft kisses along her forehead. Then he chuckled lightly. "What?" she asked in a tired voice. "You, Angel. You never cease to amaze me." She raised her head and looked at him curiously. "We should make a note to meditate together more often,” he told her, with a perfectly straight face. She just looked at him for a moment, then burst out laughing. He joined her, his face breaking out into a wide smile as he cuddled her against his chest. "I love you," he whispered. She raised her head again to look into his eyes. She stroked his beard and ran her fingers lightly over his parted lips before she replied. "I love you, Obi-mine!" The End
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