Disclaimer: When the song ends, you can have them sexy Jedi
boys back, Mr. Lucas. But I wanna watch them dance, and I'm not
charging admission. No profit, just enjoyment.
Spoilers: This isn't in any way related to TPM, or any other SW
movie. therefore, there are no spoilers.
Summary: Obi-Wan dances for his Master at a club.
Rating: PG-13.
Thanks to: George Lucas, the plot bunnies, Trent Reznor, and
the boys themselves.
The dance club echoed the sound of the song through every inch
of my body. I concentrated, finding the Force within in the
song. Then, I calmly stepped up to the center stage and began
to dance. I rocked my hips back and forth, like all the other
dancers. My arms moved up into the air and gestured towards no
one in particular.
Master?
Obi-Wan, I am here.
Knowing he was here, watching me dance was enough to make my
heart swell up. The heavy bass pounded in time with my body as
I started to twist my upper body.
Master, this is for you
I put everything I had into my jerking hips, recalling the
motion as he had pushed against me, in and out, slowly enough
to drive me mad. I was just... returning the favor.
The DJ took an interest in my energy, and turned up the volume
up a tad. I beat my chest against the treble, forcing it to
slam against my body. I did not look to my Master as I stepped
across the dance floor, twisting in a parody of love-making.
Remember when I did this, Master? I called to
him. I slid down to my knees and reached for the sky, spreading
my legs out into a semi-split. My muscles cried for me to stop,
but I bounced like that for a moment, then entwined my way up
an imaginary pole, licking my lips at him.
I lifted a foot and kicked it, not very high. I spun around in
a circle and humped the sound waves as hard as I could,
squeezing them around my legs. I pulled my fingers through my
short-cropped hair and twitched the end of my braid at him.
Not noticing his reaction, I reached for the sky again,
bringing a crackling wave of passion from within me. Lust was
quickly overtaking me, dragging me down into its depths.
There is no passion, there is serenity, Padawan.
Master, say that next time we're in bed.
My Master smiled, and as the song ended, I howled in my head to
him, Get down, make love!
No answer. Just the surprise of my Master joining me out on the
dance floor as another Nine Inch Nails song flooded my ears...
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