Possession

Archiving: QJEB, Daphne and Velma's place, and of course templevoices.com, since I'm the archivist. :)
Rating: R
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Disclaimer: All characters in the SW universe are the intellectual property of George Lucas. No copyright infringement is intended, and no profits are being made from this piece.
Author's Notes: This was a piece that was - inspired, I guess you could say - by some private conversations, which is why the voice isn't entirely mine.

Why is it a woman wants to be possessed?

I shifted in my seat restlessly, the drink I held in my hand long since gone warm. This unease had been with me all day, this restlessness, this - gnawing at my insides that I hadn't been able to put a finger on. Now, finally, after many hours of meditation and far too many more denying the conclusions I had come to...I had finally come to admit what it was that I was needing.

What I was missing.

I wanted to be - possessed.

Gods. I didn't even like saying the words to myself. Me - always strong, always there for someone else who needed me, always the independent one...wanted to BELONG to someone...utterly and totally. Not forever. Not even for long. Just - for now.

I leaned back, stretched my legs out in front of me, crossed at the ankles. The air blowing in from off of the ocean was warm and scented, carrying with it the tang of salt and living things. It picked up a strand of hair and toyed with it, sending it tickling down the slope of one breast, and I shuddered softly, brushing the lock back behind my shoulder. That wasn't the touch I wanted. Not now.

Eyes turned to the moon, I pondered a bit more on the - unexpected was a nice word - desires I had found in my own mind. I shouldn't be surprised. Didn't the alpha female always seek the alpha male - the one male that she could surrender to, could allow to be her master? He didn't dominate her - rather, in his strength, he made her feel wanted and protected, desired above all else.

Or was I being too fanciful?

No. You're not. The voice sounded suddenly in my mind, dark velvet tones wrapping their tendrils into my psyche like a physical touch, so much so that I actually shivered as though I had been caressed.

I've known it was there all along, love. This desire. I was just waiting for you to realize it.

The footsteps, now, boot heels clicking softly on the wooden floor behind me, measured strides full of confidence and power, and my heart began to beat erratically as they grew closer. I could actually feel his presence behind me, towering over me as I sat in the chair, like a physical touch, though his hands stayed at his sides.

"What surprises me," continues that voice, "is that you've never realized that you ARE possessed. You ARE mine." The touch now, one warm finger wrapping a lock of hair around it, tugging my head around so that I looked up into those blue, blue eyes. "You have been since the beginning." Strong fingers moving to the back of my neck, urging me to my feet...long arm wrapping around my waist to pull me against a body that towered over mine.

Mine. Always mine, purred the mental whisper, and I had time to form only one coherent thought before his lips claimed mine.

Yours.

Slow. Deep. Did any man's lips have a right to be so sweet? I didn't think so...but this kiss was reaching farther into me then just the physical. Me, the strong one, was trembling under his mouth like a leaf in the wind, feeling my knees weaken until it was only the pressure of his arm across my waist holding me up. And still he kisses me - tongue lazily sweeping across mine until I want to whimper.

I do whimper, then, and there is an arm behind my knees, pulling me from the floor to a broad chest, cradling me as long strides move to the rug before the fireplace. It is already lit, flames warding off the slight coolness of the ocean breeze...and the flames cannot hope to compete with the warmth spreading through my body.

He stretches out next to me, pulling me over top of him, fanning my hair out into a curtain about us both. It mingles with his...deep red and cinnamon mixed with brown and silver...a fortelling, perhaps, of how we two will be mingled together, later? I don't know, and have no time to ponder it before he is nibbling on my lips, beard a sweet tickle against my skin. I literally melt into him, and with a smile he turns the kiss deep and hard, hands roaming my back to my hips, settling me against him. I try to draw back a
bit, to tease him, to heighten his pleasure, but he is having none of it...he sucks my tongue into his mouth and arches up against me, and I am lost.

Feather touches to my neck, my ears, and then his tongue is replacing those fingers, licking along the outside curve of my ear, making me shiver. He laughs, deep in his chest when he feels the tremor, and does it again.

I love to feel you shiver.

I don't even try to answer - I can't. His hands are spread across my hips, and he is arching slowly, rhythmically upwards. All I can do is feel. Thought will have to wait.

A sudden coolness on my back, and I realize that he has worked my blouse up. An insistent tug, and it is free, floating - somewhere, I don't know where, and fingers are tugging at the clasp of my undergarment. Soon, that, too, is gone, and I'm being lifted, and lowered, and he's captured one nipple in his mouth and is slowly driving me toward oblivion.

Suckling hard, then stopping to draw back...lick across me...suckle again...surely I can't take much more of this, I'll explode into tiny, multi-colored fragments, but he continues, branding me as his with each tug of his lips, each caress of his tongue. I'm on my back, now, his weight half on me as he treats the other breast to the same attention. He bites down, gently, and I curve up against him, fingers tangled in his hair to keep him there, feeling the hardness press against my thigh. I tug imperiously at his
tunic.

"I want this off," I moan, seeking bare skin.

He raises his head and looks at me, one eyebrow arched, blue eyes gone dark. "Do you?" he asks, and returns his mouth to its previous task, scraping the sensitive nipple with his teeth.

Busy is his mental retort, and all I can do his whimper.

Finally, he is ready to move to some other form of exquisite torture, kissing each nipple before moving his hands to my waistband. Deftly unfastening the clasp, my pants are drawn over my hips and away, and this time, thank all the gods that ever lived, he removes his own clothing before returning to me. Blue gaze predatory, he settles over me.

I arch against him, trying to complete this union, but he is having none of it. He just teases me with his hardness, just brushing against me, and I toss my head back and whimper. I arch again, and he just shakes his head.

"Not yet. Not until you say it," he whispers, voice rough.

I look at him, eyes glazed. "Say - what?"

He lowers his head then, nuzzling through my hair, until I can feel the soft scratch of his beard against my ear. "Mine."

I close my eyes, the heady intoxication of surrender running through me, and whisper back. "Yours."

A groan, and in one smooth, slow motion he is sheathed to the hilt.

His hands are urging my legs up and I comply, wrapping them around his hips as he sinks even deeper, setting a slow, steady rhythm that seems to take him deep enough to touch my soul. And yet...I want more.

"Please..." is all I manage.

Please...what? comes the mental whisper.

"Deeper."

He arches hard and I gasp, throwing my head back as his movements grow harder, faster. I tighten around him, and I know he can feel it, can tell from the groan that seems torn from him, and I'm so close, hanging on the edge of some unimaginable height, and he is there with me, growling my name, the mental words coming rough and broken.

So hot...so tight...gods...

I bury my face in his chest, nails in his back and...implode, convulsing beneath him, crying out his name as my world fragments. From above me, from within me, I hear him join me, feel the warmth of his release flood me, my name on his lips. He collapses on top of me, still arching convulsively, and I welcome his weight, loving the way he surrounds me.

Breathing still erratic, I can do no more than smile as he tangles his fingers in my hair and curls around me, still more over me than beside me.

Not too heavy? he asks in my mind, and I smile to hear the sleepy tone of his voice.

"Never too heavy," I answer, listening to him slow his breathing, purring as he runs a hand from my shoulder to my thigh, pulling me closer still. An easy use of the Force, and his cloak is there, being tucked in around both of us as he settles my head to his shoulder.

Eyes closed, the scent of ocean air and satisfied male surrounding me, I begin to drift off to sleep...and the last thing I hear is his voice.

"Mine."