Title: No Rest for the Wicked
* * * * * You lean back in your chair, rubbing at your eyes tiredly. It feels like it took you three hours to go over that report; the words kept running together. You are never going to cover for newbies again, no matter how serious it is. They always get the worst reports and leave them for the last minute. You rest your elbows against your desk and rub your hands through your hair. You barely register that the door to your quarters opens with a soft hiss. You consider giving a groan, when you hear someone giving it for you before you can decide. You frown, then jerk your head up and spin around in the chair when you realize the source of the noise. Sure enough, there he is; looking just as worn-out as you feel. You watch as he unceremoniously plops down on the couch, his arms splayed out on either side. You try to hide a grin as you push yourself out of your chair. You wish you had enough energy to ambush him. Spread out on the couch as he is, he couldn't have made a better target. He gives a tired smile and wiggles his fingers invitingly. "Join me, angel?" Knowing you really shouldn't-you have FAR too much work left to do- you make your way over to him and settle down in the crook of one arm. He waists no time; no sooner are you sitting next to him, does he wrap both arms around you. He pulls you into his lap, back flush against his chest, and buries his face in your neck. He gives a deep, satisfied purr. You sigh; great. It'll take you hours to get out of this. Or so you think. You're surprised when he doesn't do anything else. After a long moment, he slowly starts sliding the both of you down to a laying position against the couch. You are suddenly trapped; in front of you is the back of the couch. And behind you, is a very tired, very comfortable and very handsome, purring Jedi Master. "Obi," you start after a few long moments, "I have work to do, you know." He makes a noncommittal noise against your neck as he pulls you closer to him, tightening his arms around your waist so you can’t move. You grin as he nuzzles his face into the back of your neck. You give a defeated sigh and reach one hand back to muss his hair. He purrs louder and pushes his head further into your hand as you caress him. Nuzzling your neck he whispers in your ear, "surely you can spare a few moments for a quick nap." A strong leg slides over yours as he pulls you closer to him. Doesn't look like you have much of a choice here. All thought of a response is driven away as he gently places kisses up your neck to your ear. "How is this taking a nap?" you ask around a moan. "It relaxes me." He looks up from his work long enough to give you a grin, then returns to his nuzzling. You try to squirm around to look at him, but he makes a disappointed noise and tightens his grip, locking you in place. He places an open-mouthed kiss at the base of your neck, swirling his tongue around on your skin, and exploringly moving upwards. Your breath hitches as he reaches a sensitive spot halfway up your neck. Apparently liking this reaction, he pauses there for a few long moments of intent suckling. He makes deep, happy, satisfied noises around your skin as you slowly writhe and moan against him. That nap's never going to happen, you think as you again try to turn in his grasp, this time managing to land a kiss on his bearded cheek. Obviously thinking it unsuitable for you to be doing this by yourself, he captures your lips and spends several moments ravaging them, slowly but surely killing your ability for rational thought. You slide your hands up his chest and lock them around his neck, hanging on for dear life at his slow, purposeful pace. He pulls back to look into your eyes with a sly grin. "New found energy," he says coyly, as if he needed to explain. He then leans in for another searing kiss before you can respond. He rolls over suddenly, pinning you beneath him on the couch. Why do I always have to get ravaged for him to get more energy? You wonder silently. Are you complaining? His voice intrudes on your thoughts, strongly flavored with amusement. How he can tease and ravage at the same time is beyond you. Though when he puts it that way... Oh, shut up an eat me! You snap back at him. His bass laugh echoes in your head as he breaks from your lips. "As you wish." His mouth drifts down to explore and taste the skin beneath your neck, down to your collarbone. You squirm as he begins to push the collar of your blouse out of his way, your arousal pushing away the last remnants of your fatigue. As his mouth feasts on the smooth skin underneath your chin, an evil thought occurs. You give a grin, and resist the urge to break out into wicked laughter. This is the perfect payback. You concentrate, and try to remember what you've learned from him about sending illusions. Suddenly, Master Yoda bursts in the door, obviously very angry. "Master Kenobi! Napping, you said you were!" Obi Wan jerks his head up from you towards the door. He looks startled and guilty, before he realizes what you've done. You lose your concentration due to the fit of giggles coming from your mouth at the horrified look on Obi's face. As a result, the image of Yoda vanishes as quickly as it appeared. Realizing what happened, the General throws a stern look in your direction, which only makes you laugh harder. He traps you on your back, hovering above you with narrowed eyes. "That wasn't very nice, Love." He growls at you. You grin at him, unable to stop giggling. "Aw, whaddaya gonna do about it?" you taunt. His expression turns intense, and for a second you regret your words. Then his mouth clamps down on yours, stealing your breath. He swallows your moan as his hands fumble with the clasps on your shirt and snake their way beneath your bra. Your eyes roll back in your head between the onslaught of his mouth and the pinching and rough caresses on your breasts. You manage to push him off of you just enough to pull his tunics up and over his head. You sink you fingers into the dusting of golden red hair on his chest as he claims your mouth in another breathless kiss. As his lips move down, leaving a fiery trail along your neck, your hands drift down and snake underneath the waist band of his trousers to grasp the hidden organ there. He breaks away from you with a moan as his hips thrust themselves into your hand. You let out a giggle at his muddled groans and growls. Apparently, the kitty likes this. Desire overrode any control the General may have had as he pulls both your clothes and his off with a wave of his hand. His hands slide behind you to squeeze your buttocks as he impales himself in you. Your head falls back and you keen loudly at the feel of his hard organ pressing against your walls. Your back arches involuntarily, higher then you thought you could make it bend. You hear a growl above you, and suddenly a warm wet suction surrounds one nipple. You push up into his mouth while at the same time grabbing his ass, pushing more of him inside you. His hips slam repeatedly against yours, and the pace grows almost out of his control. You hear small whines from him as he switches breasts. "Come for me, baby. Please, come." The words vibrate around your flesh, forcing out a moan. He growls and whines against you as you feel his hard cock stiffen and grow inside of you. You hear yourself squeaking on every exhale as he brings you closer and closer to the edge. "Now." He growls, his breath suddenly caressing your ear. "Now!" He gives a final thrust, and explodes inside of you with a roar. You give an answering scream as his hot seed pushes you over the edge. His orgasm pushes at yours, forcing them both to continue until you're afraid that you'll fly apart. Then, finally, the frantic pumping of his hips slows, and stops. For a few long moments, you simply lie there, trying to catch your breath. His panting in your ear, though, certainly doesn’t help your heart rate any. You move under him slightly, and grimace as you stretch out your stiff legs that he had pinned to your chest throughout your wild lovemaking. "Are you alright?" he asks, seeing the pain register in your face for a moment. "I didn't hurt you, did I?" You give a quiet laugh, and cup his cheek with your hand. "No, you didn't hurt me. You broke me!" You can't help but laugh aloud as the concern in his face morphs into terror, and you're pretty sure he's thinking he's going to have to take you to the healers. You laugh even more as the thought of him trying to explain how you came to be injured popped into your mind. He looks down at you as you writhe beneath him with you laughter. "What?! What's so funny?" "You," you answer, and pull him down into another kiss. "Just you wait, missy," he growls in between kisses. "As soon as I can move, I might decide to take another 'nap'." You groan. "Again?" He grins down at you. "Well, it was a very long mission." You roll your eyes at the mischief in his voice, pushing him off your chest and against the back of the couch. "Shut up and go to sleep," you laugh, rolling onto your side with your back to him. You hear him chuckle into your ear and feel him pull you tight against his chest before drifting off into a deep slumber. The End
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