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that. LOL No money is being sought in the use of these
characters.
Thanks to Rebecca and MJWang, for making it readable. Comments
are always welcome. reets@united.net
Summary: After the long dusty days, Obi Wan finally scrubs some
of that dirt and sweat away. What will he do when someone
offers to join him?
First person: Obi Wan.
The quiet calms my nerves and my senses as I sink lower in the
large tub of warm water. Even in his silent steps, I hear my
master's footfall.
He's barefooted, as he steps closer I can see he's removed his
robe. He says nothing, but lifts a rag from the warm water and
squeezes it on his head.The water droplets take different paths
and drip off my skull, landing on my shoulders and cheeks. I
smile, but don't look up. His playfulness is rare and to be
cherished. Too often I've seen the look of despair and pain on
his face. Not the joy and happiness of a man set in his
destiny. He steps to the side of the tub and dips a hand in the
water, swirling it around. 'Come in, join me.' My heart cries,
but I'm just as afraid his answer may be 'yes.' I dare not ask.
He slips the belt off and lays his top shirt aside, all the
while watching me. I've yet to meet his eyes. I'm not sure what
I want to see there. At the end of the tub, my toes curl around
the end and his fingers brush the tops. I know he's noticed my
breathing. Try as I might, I can't control how fast my heart is
beating.
My breaths shallow, almost gasping as he runs his hand down the
top of my foot to my ankle. He reaches my calf and I gasp. Now
I've done it: he's withdrawn. But wait, he scoops up some water
and brings it up his arms. How to invite him inside the tub?
Tongue- tied, I haven't been that way in ages. Not since I
first met him. He steps away and walks around the tub. His hand
skims my shoulder, up to my chin and he lifts my head back. Our
eyes meet finally and I see the question and nod. I open my
mouth to speak, but his fingers shush me without words. He
steps behind me and I hear the rustle of clothes as he removes
his undershirt and pants. I know he senses the sudden spike of
panic in me, because I feel his calmness wash over me. I slide
forward without being asked and feel the heat of his legs as he
steps inside the tub and settles behind me.
Strong hands massage my shoulders and neck, and then he pulls
me back against him. The wide, smooth chest, strong against my
back and I feel his breath on my neck, his arousal pressed
against my ass. I moan, just slightly, just barely audible, to
me anyway. He reciprocates by cupping my face and leaning my
head back and to the side. I feel his soft whiskers against my
chin and his eyes meet mine.
"A word and I'll go."
My heartbeat quickens. Is it one word at all or just the wrong
word? I want to ask, but instead I grip his head and pull
closer. I breathe his breath as he holds me closer than I've
ever been to another person. My entire body is alive with
passion and no word could stop it for me. No word would make me
end this moment. I nod and his lips touch mine. The kiss is
awkward and I'm clumsy. I know he must regret it, but he
doesn't pull away. I twist in his arms, fighting the tub and
water until I'm straddling his waist. The kiss is better now
and he grips my shoulders and back hard, forcing our bodies
together. He's probing my mouth with his tongue, controlling
the tilt of my head with his hand. So powerful, so wise, so
desirable, I would die for him, but I want to live for him
more.
His hands travel down my body as his mouth moves down to my
neck. I try to stay silent but a groan escapes my mouth, as his
hands grip my ass. I'm not sure what to do, my body aches with
need, but my mind is questioning the path I'm choosing. I go
with my heart and body and pull his head up for another round
of kisses. This time I find the leather tie in his hair and set
the soft locks free. My fingers now roam and grip the silky
strands as they fall around his face. Our eyes lock and I bite
my bottom lip as his fingers brush my most intimate place. This
is so new, but so arousing.
He kisses my cheek as I lean my head against his and whispers
in my ear, "Calm yourself."
He lifts my hips so that I am kneeling in the tub, my arousal
very visible above the water. I can feel the rush of heat to my
face as he eyes my erection. His smile is warm, tender and his
eyes, they see into my soul. Next to the tub, he finds the
lotion I had used to quench my dry skin after the long stay on
Tattooine.
He holds out his hand and dips a finger inside the cool liquid.
I know what's coming and I push myself back, anxiously awaiting
the slick digit. He teases me for a moment as he plants kisses
along my stomach. His beard tickles and I almost laugh, but I
keep my composure. He looks up at me and grins; I can't help
but touch him. The strong nose, soft beard. I outline his mouth
with my fingers and lean down for a kiss. At that moment, he
slips his finger inside me and I gasp. He's controlling the
kiss now and I don't want to pull back. His finger twists and
turns, retreats and dives deep. It's joined by a second and I
wince in pain. He slows and shushes me with his lips against my
throat. I wrap my arms around his shoulders and back, clinging
to him as he opens my body for him.
Calm washes over me, I know it's from him and I relax
instantly. Gently he withdraws his fingers and turns me away
from him. His hands grip mine and place them on the tub and he
kneels behind me. The warm water is cooling and I feel its
spiky waves tickling my testicles as they swing between my
spread thighs. A swift movement and I feel his cock pressing
inside me. It's like nothing I've ever experienced. My body
resists and Qui-Gon retreats. I'm scared he won't try again. I
want this, yet I'm so frightened. He's back and this time his
cock is slick and with a gentle push he gains entrance where no
one has ever been. I cry out, I can't help it, it burns and
stings. I force the tears away, knowing I'd regret showing my
weakness. But he doesn't consider it that way.
"Time," he says, and caresses every inch of my body that he can
reach.
Time it is, it takes a long while for my body to adjust to him,
but he is patient. As soon as I relax, he kisses my neck and
back then beings a slow rhythm. He lifts my body and thrusts
into me as his hands caress and pull me closer. His lips dance
against my ear and I hear his breath quicken. One large,
callused hand closes over my erection and stokes it. I can't
help but rotate my hips, thrusting into the fist and back onto
him. This one coupling connects us more than anything else
does. It is almost as if this was meant to be -- we were meant
to be.
I am trapped so completely that I sigh with the realization
that I cannot get away. I don't want to, but the idea of being
owned, possessed, is so arousing that my entire body tingles
with the excitement. I grip his arms and lean back; he kisses
me as best he can at that angle. I want so much more. He senses
this and pulls away. I start to protest, but he motions me out
of the tub. A thick stack of blankets rest on a corner table
and he tosses them to the floor and lowers me down. He settles
on top of me and we kiss for what seems like forever. I can
feel his erection press against mine, but I want more. I lift
my legs around his waist and he gets the message. Another
instant and he traps my legs and pulls them up over his arms.
His cock thrusts forward into me and I grab for his head and
pull him down, as the connection is once again complete. This
time I control the kiss as my body readjusts to him. The
feeling is different, deeper and I can't help but moan. I want
nothing more at this point in my life. This experience, this
feeling. I belong to him and him to me. For the first time, I
hear the whimpers and moans escaping his lips. The pride wells
up inside me. I am so pleased that I can bring him pleasure. I
clamp my muscles and hear him gasp. He smiles at me and
captures my mouth again in a fierce kiss.
We moved again; I think we've made love on every surface in the
room now. I'm on my hands and knees, waiting the second it
takes him to reposition himself. His cock is a welcome feeling
as it slips back inside me. His gentleness is driving me crazy.
I want more now. Need more. I push back on him as he thrusts
inside me and he gets the message. I push back with each return
now and he guides my hand to my cock. I had neglected my own
arousal, concentrating too much on the feel of his body against
me, his cock inside me, his lips teasing and kissing me. My
cock is slick with my own body fluid and it guides easily
through my fingers. It only takes a few moments. My body wants
to lose control. I want to wait for him; I want it to happen
together, but my body betrays me. After keeping it waiting for
so long, it takes advantage of me. My body tightens, tingles
and with a cry of release I cum. Long pearly strings erupt from
the tip of my cock and spray on the blanket beneath us. Qui-Gon
is pumping faster now, his cock touches something inside me and
I shudder. Strong hands grip my hips tight enough to leave
bruises, but I don't care. I feel his cock swell inside me, and
then the hot liquid bathes my insides. I cry out with him as he
leans down and forces me flat.
He rolls off me gently and settles beside me. My body aches in
ways I've not imagined, but I manage to turn to him and smile.
He gathers me close and kisses my head, eyes, cheeks and mouth.
We hold each other for a long time before any words are spoken.
My body has calmed now and my eyes grow heavy.
"We should finish your bath."
I yawn and look up into his eyes. "Yes, Master."
He surprises me by what he does next. He grabs my head and
pulls me close, his breath warm against my mouth. He doesn't
kiss me, just holds me there. Finally I feel his grip relax and
he utters one word.
"Lover."
Just one, but it speaks volumes. He stands up and pulls me to
my feet. The water has cooled, but it feels good against my
sweat slick flesh. He scrubs my body as I kneel in the water;
he's there behind me as well and the rinse water covers us
both.
Too many words would spoil this, but my mind is a flutter with
questions. Why, why now, why not sooner in my training when I
could have shared a hundred nights with him? Why wait until the
ending, until he's taken another pupil to train? But I sense
that tonight, the questions should wait. I follow him to the
room assigned to us and he closes the door. I step to my own
bed, but he stares at me until I meet his gaze.
"Sleep here tonight." He motions to his bed with his hand.
My heart is soaring, never would I have imagined he'd ask. I
quickly disrobe and climb into the soft bed. It's a bit more
pampered than I have ever felt and I have a hard time settling
down. He gets in finally next to me and closes his eyes. I know
he's not sleeping, just wishing calmness on me.
"May I sleep here?" I ask timidly and place my hand on his
chest.
"I would be honored." He pulls me close and kisses me hard and
with so much passion that I feel my cock stir as his lips dance
against mine. His tongue probes inside my mouth and duels with
my own. He pulls back finally and kisses my nose. "I love you
Obi- Wan."
I feel the tears well up inside me and I don't fight them. I
wrap my arms around him and lie down on his chest. "And I love
you." It was all that needed saying. I relax against him and he
pulls me close. It is the happiest I've ever been and can ever
hope to be.
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