Theme and Timbre: Lontano

by RavenD (ravendreams@earthlink.net)

Archive: master_apprentice, anyone else, pls. ask

Author's web page: http://www.ravenswing.com/ravendreams/

Category: PWP

Series: Part of the "Theme and Timbre" Series

Rating: NC-17

Warnings none

Spoilers: none

Summary: Watching Obi-Wan

Notes: Thanks to Catnip for the beta. This is Mystique's birthday smut. Happiest of days, dear. May you receive everything you desire.

Feedback: Waited for with bated breath.

Disclaimers: Lucas owns it all. I don't have enough money to pay attention.

Lontano - from a distance

I stand at your door, still, stiff, shocked.

Weak.

I watch you, hips thrusting your weeping cock into your oil-slick hand, knees spread wide upon your meditation mat. The early morning light slips over you, tracing your skin as my fingers itch to.

I swallow the moan that is born when your free hand scratches over your torso, nails leaving trails. Your body is a map of faint pink lines, trailing from nipples to cock. What I wouldn't give to travel over you, on you, in you.

I would read you with my tongue and lips.

You undulate, your entire body rocking with passion. A drop of sweat rolls down your face, catching on your jaw before falling upon your chest.

You make me thirst.

You slow your motions, wrapping your hand around your sac, pulling. You stroke through the thatch of hair at your groin, touching that delicate skin before moving back to the flesh throbbing below.

The heat of your cock brands me from across the room.

Suddenly you lean back, supporting yourself on your free arm, hips pumping steadily, forcefully. Your braid touches the floor behind you.

I feel you, hear your fantasy whispered into the emptiness between us as you ride your phantom lover. I cannot help myself, the Force moves within me and its phantom touch slides beneath you, supporting you, entering you.

Loving you.

You scream a sound that I want to be my name as your body jerks. Your eyes pop open and meet mine dazedly before your eyelids slowly fall.

I close my eyes, backing away toward my empty room as your seed seeps from between your fingers.

I kneel beside my bed, still, stiff, stunned.

Weak.

Waiting.

The end.