GnrlKnbi> Hey, sexy lady.
Gnrlsgrrl> You're late, honey.
GnrlKnbi> I /do/ have a job, you know.
Gnrlsgrrl> Oh, you mean all that General stuff? I thought you just liked traipsing about the galaxy in tight black pants.
GnrlKnbi> I'd rather be traipsing about in front of you in tight black pants. I miss you.
Gnrlsgrrl> I miss you too. Especially since I know you're wearing that uniform. I wish I could see it.
GnrlKnbi> But I'm not wearing the uniform, my dear.
Gnrlsgrrl> Oooh, do tell.
*GnrlKnbi struts around the room, showing off his white boxers.
Gnrlsgrrl> Oh, you know those boxers turn me on, Kenobi.
GnrlKnbi> That's what I was counting on.
*Gnrlsgrrl grabs the elastic on the boxers and peeks inside.
GnrlKnbi> Still the way you left it.
Gnrlsgrrl> I can see. You need relief.
GnrlKnbi> What about you? I should think you'd need relief too. After all, you're the insatiable one. I've got my Jedi control.
Gnrlsgrrl> I'm a Jedi too!
GnrlKnbi> A Jedi healer, love. All of you healers are little hedonists.
*Gnrlsgrrl goes off into the corner to sulk.
GnrlKnbi> Awww . . . I'm sorry love. Let me make it up to you.

You sit up suddenly in your chair as ghostly hands brush against your skin, parting your nightgown easily. You find it somewhat difficult to focus on the computer screen as the hands trail up your sides, brushing your breasts lightly.

Gnrlsgrrl> Damn, Kenobi. You said the Healers were hedonists--we don't learn how to do that.
GnrlKnbi> Not every Jedi can do that. But I /am/ the General.
Gnrlsgrrl> And what would your superiors think if they knew that instead of planning strategy, the General was using their Net time to talk dirty to his girlfriend while he teases her with the Force?
GnrlKnbi> They'd probably be jealous. They can't do this after all.

You let out a very audible gasp as the feeling of lips join the hands on your body, a rough tongue sneaking out to caress your nipple. Your back arches into the pressure, and you're almost convinced that you hear a ghostly chuckle.

*Gnrlsgrrl swoons.
GnrlKnbi> Oh, so you don't mind that I use the Net to talk dirty with my girlfriend while I tease her with the Force?
Gnrlsgrrl> Carry on, General.
*GnrlKnbi leers.
*Gnrlsgrrl rolls her eyes.
GnrlKnbi> Roll your eyes at this.

You cry out as your body is attacked, every inch of you covered with hands and lips and sneaking tongues, caressing and nipping and teasing . . . Shuddering you let your eyes roll back into your head, your hands dropping away from the keyboard as the sensations continue. You feel ghostly hands stripping you of your pants, and you're almost convinced you can see his golden head bent over you as your legs slide apart.

In your minds eye you can see him, bent over you with his sparkling green eyes staring up at you. Your fingers clutch the chair as you feel the first touch of his tongue against your center, curling around your clit and sucking.

Your hips buck up, and invisible hands guide them back into the chair. You've forgotten the computer screen now, forgotten everything except for the vision on your mind. You can almost see his smile as the lips attack you again, spreading you wide and diving inside you.

It could have been minutes or hours--you're not sure how long. The feelings are as real as if he is really here--as if his tongue is really twisting into you, as if his fingers are really slicking inside you, finding your trigger points and manipulating them skillfully. You reach out along your bond, grasping at his consciousness as he sends you over the top, imaginary lips attaching to your clit and sucking as you ride the waves of passion.

It's a while before you remember the computer. Glancing at the screen you smirk.

*GnrlKnbi waits patiently for his victim to regain her breath.
Gnrlsgrrl> Don't hold your breath, honey. I think you darn near killed me.
GnrlKnbi> I'll have to teach you how to do that when I get home.
Gnrlsgrrl> I'm counting the minutes, my dear. But until then . . .
*GnrlKnbi raises an eyebrow.
*Gnrlsgrrl drops to her knees and crawls towards her man.
GnrlKnbi> And what would you want down there, lassie?
Gnrlsgrrl> Come on, Kenobi. We've got the ultimate form of safe sex at our disposal here. Let's take advantage of it.
GnrlKnbi> I can think of a few things I'd like to take advantage of . . .
*GnrlKnbi leers
*Gnrlsgrrl rips the boxers off.
Gnrlsgrrl> Whoops. Was that me?
*GnrlKnbi crosses his arms over his chest.
GnrlKnbi> So, what were you planning on doing down there again?

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