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Category: PWP, First Time, POV
Rating/Warning: NC-17. M/M sex. If this bugs you or you're
underage, run away fast!
Spoilers: TPM. A small one for the JA books.
Summary: The night before the big battle.
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Disclaimer: All characters belong to George Lucas. If they
belonged to me, we would have seen more of Obi-Wan in the
movie. I'm not making any money off this and no copyright
infringement is intended. So please don't sue me.
This is kind of experimental. It started out as a poem, but
didn't quite make it.
The softness of your skin surprises me always. I know not why
this is so for I have touched you a thousand times.
These hands have corrected your fighting stance and searched
your body for wounds. These arms have held you when you were
sick and steered you to bed when you were drunk. I have patted
your shoulder in reassurance and stroked your cheek with
affection.
For all these reasons I have touched you. Tonight I touch you
in love.
I start with your face. I place my hands there and hold you
still for a kiss. Stubble tickles my palms, your lips are warm
and alive under mine. Soft. I knew they would be. Your mouth
opens to me and our tongues meet. They dance together.
We kiss for what seems like blissful eternity, until we are
both breathless and I must pull back. I take this moment to
look at you. Night has settled around us and the moon and
brilliant stars of Naboo spill their light across your body.
I have waited so very long.
So many nights have I dreamt of you this way. Naked and
beautiful and silvery. Waiting for me to give you pleasure.
I will give you so much pleasure, my love.
You want more kisses, and I oblige you, planting them on your
eyelids, your nose, that lovely cleft in your chin. My lips
touch a nipple briefly and it tightens at the slight contact.
Your lips part in a sigh, igniting me as my fingertips whisper
over your chest. Astonishing, the way your muscles ripple
lightly in the wake of my hand. Your belly quivers, and you
grab my hand.
So impatient, love! I'll get there soon enough. You must live
in the moment, my Padawan.
I suppose I should stop teasing you, you look nearly undone. By
the Force, but you are beautiful. Skin flushed, you tremble and
pant. Your lower lip is plump from my kisses and your teeth as
you bite it to keep from moaning aloud.
I lower my head to run my tongue down the line of reddish hair
leading straight to your sex. Giving up on being quiet, you
moan my name and arch, trying to interest me in your rather
impressive erection.
I am interested, my love. Like the rest of you, it is
beautiful. Long and slender and curving toward your belly. I
pet it, caress it, wrap my hand around it and stroke upward,
knowing by the sounds you are making that it pleases you.
I lick delicately at the head, catching a bead of milky liquid.
So good, you taste so good. Sweet, as I knew you would be. I
devour you sucking, licking, kissing, nipping--your balls, your
cock, your belly, your thighs. You're very, very close.
Not yet.
Your scream of frustration nearly pierces my eardrum. I know
you want to come. Soon.
Pleasure is beating at me; I can wait no longer. You know what
I want, and you offer it to me, offer yourself to me, lifting
and spreading your legs. Sliding my hands under your ass, I
lift you to me, my mouth moving to that dark opening.
Using tongue, fingers, and a bit of the Force, I prepare you.
When I'm sure you're ready, I press my aching erection to you
and slide inside carefully. Hot and so very, very tight, you
envelop me as I slide deeper and deeper until I'm all the way
in.
For several moments, I don't move. I'm not sure I can; so
overwhelmed am I by our joining. Your legs wrap around my waist
and your arms are across my back. I have never been held so
completely.
Ah, this feels right. It feels perfect, as if it were meant to
be. Perhaps this is why Yoda was so insistent all those years
ago. Perhaps he knew were my destiny lay.
I raise my head to look at you. If fire were green, it would
look like your eyes. Slowly, I begin to move, trying to make it
last although I know it won't.
You meet me thrust for thrust, clutching my arms, arching,
moaning, writhing. Head thrown back, tender throat exposed to
me. I plant my mouth on your pulse point, sucking gently.
Harder? You want it harder?
I shall give you what you beg for, my beautiful love.
A full-throated scream escapes your lips as I shift to pound
against that exquisitely sensitive spot inside your body. Tight
muscle clenches around me--squeezing me. Multi-colored bursts
of light danced behind my eyes.
Come for me, Obi-Wan.
Now, Obi-Wan!
Oh.
Force.
Yeeees!
I collapse onto you, still thrusting, wringing the last sweet
shudders from both our bodies.
Toads sing their nocturnal hymns as we lie, embracing, bodies
still joined. Your hands are in my hair, stroking. Murmurs I
hear in my heart speak to me of love and the future.
Beyond the trees, the Queen makes her final plans. In their
sacred place, the Gungans prepare for battle. The sun will rise
soon. We must also prepare.
And though I wish to hold you forever, I fear our time is
short.
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