Title: Wet and Bedraggled
* * * * * CRASH! You jump three feet in the air, your eyes wide in startled fear, as another rumble of thunder and a crash of lightning race past your window. You stand still for a moment, trying to regain control of your breathing. You close your eyes for a moment, the jump in the air as you hear the rumble and crash again. Thunderstorms always seem so much worse to you in an apartment. You open your eyes, walk over to the window, and fling the curtains shut. Out of sight, out of mind. Heh. When the next crash comes, you hear a frantic knocking on your door. You frown and walk over. Who on earth is calling at this hour? And in the storm? You open the door to see a wet, bedraggled Jedi Master standing on your mat, looking at you pitifully from inside a sopping hood. His hair drips into his eyes. Your body heats up at the sight of him. “May I come in?” His voice is deep and rumbling. You are suddenly caught with a vivid flash of memory; being pressed up against his naked chest and feeling him growl. You step aside, a smile curling around your lips. “What brings you here at this time of night, Obi Wan?” You ask as the door swishes shut behind him. Obi Wan turns to you and makes a face. “The weather, actually. I was on an errand, and suddenly found myself in the middle of that… mess out there. I didn’t think it safe to fly much farther, and I realized I was near you.” He stalks closer to you, shedding his robe as he goes. You swallow and force yourself to breathe. He finally stops so close, your noses are almost touching. His breath kisses your parted lips. “If I grovel and look quite pathetic…may I stay the night?” You swallow again, then moan slightly as his lips tease yours. You shake yourself, and manage to take a step back. “Of-of course. We’d better get you out of those wet clothes, though.” You move into the bedroom, Obi Wan following close behind. “I don’t know if I have anything that will fit you…” You rummage around in your closet for a moment, missing the whoosh and wet flop of clothes hitting the ground. You don’t notice anything until an arm snakes around your waist and pulls you back into a wet, bare chest. “How am I going to stay warm, then?” His voice is playfully pitiful. You slide your eyes shut as he gently nips your neck. Your breathing comes harder as his mouth opens and he begins to suck. His other arm slides around your waist and pulls you closer into him. “I shall have to use you if I am to keep from catching cold.” His voice is slightly muffled by your neck. “U-use me?” You stammer breathlessly. He chuckles into your neck, making you moan. “I will need something to cuddle, and to wrap myself around to stay warm.” His voice grows deep with desire. You feel your insides heat up at the visual his words give you. “May I stay, my lady?” His breath is hot on your neck, and you let out a tiny moan as his hands sneak under your shirt and stroke your belly. You twitch and squirm in his arms as he places an open-mouthed kiss in the crook of your neck and slides it up. Your frustration grows as you try to turn around and return the favor, only to be stopped by a tightening of his arms and a low growl. Apparently, kitty doesn’t want to relinquish his newly found snuggle toy. He slides in closer to you, until you can feel every inch of him pressed against your back. You feel his shoulders wriggle slightly and snuggle into you. “You’re so soft…” he murmurs against the skin of your neck. Your breathing comes harder as you feel his organ grow and swell until it presses insistently against your behind. You wriggle in his arms until you finally manage to turn to face him, grab his face in your hands and pull him down into a kiss. His hands grasp your waist tightly and grind into you as he kisses you passionately. You moan into his mouth, and let your hands slide down to caress his bare chest. He lets out a growl as your hands brush his nipples. As you tweak one nipple, he abruptly breaks from your lips, bends down, and hoists you up over one shoulder. You let out a squeak as one of his hands fondles your bottom roughly. The ground moves beneath you, and he drops you on the bed, falling on top of you almost immediately. His lips attach themselves to your neck, and his hands drift down to tug your shirt towards your head. You raise your arms over your head helpfully, earning a grateful rumble from the still-wet General. Your shirt has barely cleared your head before Obi pounces. He nudges your bra out of the way, and attaches his lips to one nipple, sucking furiously. You give a loud moan and wrap your legs around his waist, and one hand reaches down to tangle in his hair. He rumbles from around your breast, drawing another moan out of you. His hands slide around your back, caressing what they find there and gently encouraging you to arch into him. He caresses and tickles your back until you are arched as far as you can. Obi gives and approving rumble and switches to the other breast. You whimper steadily at his teasing, until he finally releases you. Your back falls gratefully back onto the sheets. You gasp sharply as Obi gives you his famous million-watt grin and dives down to attack your belly. He remembers all of your most sensitive spots, staying on each of them for long moments of nibbling or intent suckling. He nuzzles your belly button briefly, then passionately tongue-kisses it, proving to you once again what he can do to… other parts of your body. You groan and tug him down with your legs, hoping he will take the hint. He chuckles from around your skin, making you groan again. “Did you want something?” He rumbles, his hands sliding down your back to roughly caress your butt. You bite you lips and pant as one hand starts to slide between your legs and stroke you through your jeans. You whimper, and he nuzzles your belly again. Unable to get any words out during this attack, you reach behind you, grasp one of his hands, and move it firmly to the clasp of your jeans. He laughs outright then, and graces your belly with a quick kiss. “As my lady commands,” he teases, before pulling off your pants. He simply sits back for a moment, regarding your soft pink panties. You frown slightly, unhappy with the abrupt stop. “Obi?” You ask softly. Have you done something wrong? Almost as if he heard that thought, Obi Wan crawls up your body, and captures your lips in a long, delicious kiss. You gasp, and moan as one hand sneaks down and strokes you through the thin fabric of your panties. You wrap your legs around his waist and grind repeatedly into him, making him gasp and trapping his hand between the two of you. He breaks from your lips with a groan, his eyes fluttering shut. You smirk at the palpable reaction, and continue to circle your hips into him. After a long moment, his other hand slides down to grasp your hip, and pins you down. “No.” He growls at you, his eyes a deep green with desire. “My turn. You go first.” You give him a sultry smirk. “Aww, don’t I get to pl- nnnngggg…..” Your eyes roll back in your head as his hand slips underneath your panties and strokes your folds. He quickly finds your clit, and proceeds to stroke it in such a way as to deliberately turn your insides into soft goo. His mouth finds your ear and clamps down on it; he nuzzles, licks and sucks, even nibbling softly, as he growls into your ear. His voice in that accent whispering such naughty things as he gets you off with his hand almost makes you come right there. Then, right as you feel yourself approach the edge, he withdraws his fingers from you. You give a startled and disappointed cry, only to be reassured by a quick kiss on the lips. “Shhh, love, I’m not done with you yet.” The evil gleam in his eye makes you worried and excited all at once. You narrow your eyes at him slightly, and start to ask him what is going on, but he moves too quickly. He slithers down your body, letting his chest hair rasp against your bare breasts. Your chest arches into him, and you moan. It doesn’t take him long until his face is level with your opening. Your panties having been lost sometime before, he stares at your opening for a moment hungrily. His tongue laps at your thigh, making you moan in frustration. You wait for him to move in and devour your…but all he does is nibble on the sensitive skin on your inner thigh. “Obi, please…” you gasp out through all of the teasing. He chuckles from around a mouthful of your skin, making you whimper. “Impatient, my love?” You close your eyes as his tongue licks yet closer to where you want it to be. Your breathing growing more and more ragged, you simply nod. You open your eyes to see a smile spread on his face; he knows full well the effect he has on you. “As you wish,” he says softly, attempting to convey love and naughtyness in the same gesture. His mouth clamps down around your opening, and you feel his tongue explore around inside of you as he sucks. You moan loudly, wrapping one hand in the bedsheets and clenching. You cannot help the tortured pleas that come out of your mouth as his mouth and tongue bring you ever so slowly towards completion. Despite his efforts to extend things, it doesn’t take long for you to reach the edge. And, as usual, he keeps you there. Whenever you two make love, he can never seem to resist the temptation of teasing you as much as possible. Not that you’re complaining. You try to hold out for as long as possible (that is what makes the game fun), as his lips and tongue flicker out seemly at random, just enough to hold you where you are. When you cannot take the pressure any longer, you gasp out a desperate plea. You look down at him and see the falsely innocent look in his eyes. You know what he is waiting for. “Obi, please…nnnnnnnggg…make me come. Make me come, please!” He growls loudly at your words, and the heretofore intermittent pressure of lips and tongue abruptly changes. His tongue zeros in on your g spot and teases it mercilessly as his lips surround your clit and suck hard. A series of cries followed by a scream escapes your lips as you explode under Obi’s frantic ministrations. You faintly hear a growl of satisfaction as he eagerly laps up your fluids. His tongue seeking out every last drop of you only triggers another explosion. It is a while before you finally collapse on the bed, panting. Obi Wan crawls up to your face, and places gentle kisses on your cheeks. His arms surround you, and pull your back into his chest. He just lies there and cuddles you, licking the sweat off of your neck, gallantly ignoring his own rampant erection pressed against you as you attempt to catch your breath. It doesn’t take too long before the hot pressure against your buttocks becomes too much for you to ignore. You squirm around in his arms to face him, and proceed to nuzzle his beard. Obi returns the favor, nipping at what skin he can reach as you continue to nuzzle and kiss his beard. “Well, that didn’t take long. Are you ready for the next round already?” You smile, and reach down to grasp his length in your hand. He gasps, and lets out a tiny groan as his eyes go vacant. “I’m ready if you are,” you breathe softly in his ear, slowly stroking him. His hands lock in your hair, and he yanks you down for a desperate kiss. You squeak happily, and continue to stroke him. The kiss is long and passionate; you enjoy sudden bursts of energy lent on Obi’s side of it every time you gently squeeze his arousal. After awhile, he finally breaks from it, panting. “I could never deny such a beautiful woman anything,” he pants as you continue your caresses. He gently pushes your hands away from him, and rolls on top of you. You give a brief pout at having your toy taken away from you. You manage to wiggle one hand out of his grip, and immediately move it down to grasp his length. He gasps, and moans into your ear as you proceed to stroke him. His hands grab at your shoulders, and clench and unclench spasmodically. He groans enthusiastically into your ear, unable to stop himself from moaning out words. “Oh, baby…so gooood…nnngggg…” he bites your ear. You stifle a giggle and stroke him harder as he moans fervently in your ear. One finger sneaks around to the underside of his organ and centers on a particularly sensitive spot. "Aaaahhh…” he moans, then tries to gather himself. “Stop.” His voice is horse and pleading. You decide to ignore him and continue stroking. Obi pants in your ear. “Baby, please, stop!” Growls start to unfurl from deep within his chest as you studiously ignore his pleas. Finally, he reaches down and grabs your hands, pulling them away from his body. You sigh unhappily and give him a pout. You feel your own excitement increase as you notice his pupils dilated together with his harsh panting as evidence of his arousal. “I told you to stop.” His voice is deep, and his eyes a jade green with desire for you. You give him a sly, coy little smile. Your mouth opens as you prepare a response, but no words come out. The second your mouth opens, his mouth crashes down on yours, and his tongue pushes its way into your mouth, demanding. He kisses you passionately and desperately. His hands never release yours, but you can feel tendrils of the Force stroking and caressing your curves. You groan into his mouth. You begin to grow dizzy from lack of breath before he releases you. You gasp gratefully, woozy from the attack. He nuzzles your face roughly. “Minx,” he breathes on you. “Bad girl.” His hips move until you can feel his arousal poking at your entrance, but no further. His hands slide down to grasp your hips as you arch into him with a moan. He kisses your chin. “Would you like me to enter you, my lady?” Asking permission. You don’t know why this little thing makes you warm inside with love for him. But it always does. “Yes…” you hiss, unable to formulate anything else. He groans gratefully, and plunges inside you. You gasp at the shock of his entrance, and at the feel of how large he has grown. He must be more aroused then you realized. Your head falls back to the pillows, and you feel his mouth attach to your neck, suckling furiously on your skin. He groans uncontrollably as he slides out of you, and thrusts back in. You bury your hands in his hair and drag him up to your mouth for a kiss. His hands caress your body as you fight for concentration; the feeling of him sliding out of you and slamming back in is proving a powerful distraction. At last, he breaks from your lips, unable to hold it any longer. He nuzzles your face and nips at your lips. “Yesss…that’s it baby, tighter…nnnngggg…” You gasp his name as he whispers in your ear. This is something he has always done; he gets very chatty during sex. You reaction ranges from giggles to being soundly seduced and turned on by him, depending on the circumstances. His arms around your back tighten as he continues to give voice to his pleasure. His arms are like bolts of steel around you, making escape impossible. As if you wanted to. But finally, one hand breaks from the embrace and wanders down your back and buttocks. You feel your arousal grow as you recognize the motion and its implications. He always refuses to allow himself to come without you. It is one of his small, chivalrous gestures that makes your heart melt. His hand drifts down to your buttocks, unable to pass by such an opportunity without much squeezing and pinching. With Obi’s mouth at your neck, you let out a gasp and a long moan as your vision blurs. After a short pause, he resumes his journey until his hand reaches your entrance. He slips in a finger or two (at this point you are no longer coherent enough to be able to tell how many) and tweaks your clit. He whispers naughty endearments in your ear, telling you how good you feel around him, and how lovely and wet and tight you are. He moans. “Come for me, baby. Come with me.” He whispers desperately. Unable to deny him at this point, you cry out. You back arches, and you explode on him. You tighten until he roars in your ear and comes with you. His hips slam against yours, ruthlessly spending his orgasm until your combined passions are nearly enough to make you explode. You don’t know how long it is until he slums down, panting in your ear. His hand leaves your entrance, and moves up to gently stroke your back. His other hand moves up to bury itself in your hair. He kisses your ear gently, chastely. You sigh and snuggle into him. “So?” You ask. You feel him smile against you. “So, what, love?” You giggle. “So, are you all nice and warm?” He pulls back and regards you in confusion for a moment, then laughs and pulls you close. “Minx.” He whispers, but even his legendary recovery rate is still to expended for another round just yet. You giggle and wrap arms and legs around him. “You’re a good little stray. I think I’ll keep you.” You inform him. He laughs again, and kisses your neck. “Yes, Mastah.” He teases, his voice slurring with fatigue. He buries his face in your neck, and his breathing slows, quickly drawing you both into sleep. Outside, the storm still rages, now forgotten. The End
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