Rating: PG
Description: The General comes home to relax.
Category: I'm really not sure...romance (I'm not good at this stuff)
Disclaimer: GL owns the boy, I just visit.
Note: This is all Emmy's fault for making me think of Wet Obi, (yes I have a Wet Obi addiction) and also Leelah's fault since she needs to learn the finer points of General Kenobi. This is short and sweet and just off the top of my head so forgive me.
All in all, you'd consider today a good day. You managed to get to work without any major catastrophe. The loon in the cubicle beside you had called in sick. That meant a carefree day of accomplishing your tasks without the insistent droning of what was wrong with everyone in the galaxy, besides the loon's children. Yes, life was good and getting even better with each step that led you to your front door, and the safety of locking everyone and everything outside for one more night.
"Oh, come on," you gripe as the control panel beside your apartment door refuses to allow you entry. "This is ridiculous," you snap before smacking the offending unit with your elbow then trying again. With a resounding sigh, the possessed panel finally grants you entry into your own little hovel.
The moment the door slides shut behind you, the cares of the day fade into oblivion. You stumble your way to the bedroom, and nearly fall to the floor after tripping. "What the hell?"
The moment your mind registers what nearly broke your neck, you can't stifle the thrill which rushes through your body like a lightning strike. You bend down and pick up the carelessly discarded black uniform shirt and as you right yourself once more, you unconsciously bring the soft material to your nose and breath deeply. The soft, spicy scent brings a shiver to your body, as you close your eyes and let your mind wander to thoughts of your lover.
It's then you notice an unmistakable trail of black clothing guiding you to the refresher. A boot here, another boot there, a pair of black uniform pants, they all lead to one conclusion as you slowly gather them and tightly clutch them to your chest...your lover is home.
With silent steps you walk to the refresher door, and your breath catches in your throat at the sight before you. Your Jedi General is lounging in the tub. His head resting lazily against the back edge, exposing the curve of his throat to your languid perusal. His blazing teal eyes are hidden behind closed lids, as drops of water trail slowly from his wet auburn hair, down his slightly stubbled cheeks. You can't help but notice, how the low lights of the room make the water on his cheeks resemble shards of crystal as they softly catch the glow.
Your eyes wander greedily down the expanse of his shoulders and to his arms, which rest on the sides of the large tub. His elegant hands have always thrilled and amazed you, in more ways than one. In the back of your mind, you have always imagined your Jedi could have been an artist in another life for the way he held such grace within his fingertips. But it was the calluses of training and brute battle that told you of his true nature...that of a warrior.
Holding your breath so as not to disturb his quiet bliss, you watch the small droplets of water slide from the curled, silken hair behind his ear to travel the expanse of his golden chest. You stand mesmerized, as you watch one particular drop of water slowly glide its way down your lover's chest in such a teasing manner, that it makes you bite your bottom lip. The thoughts assaulting you are powerful, as you find the urge to walk across the room and seductively lap the warm liquid off your General's chest.
"Do it," a warm, sultry voice beckons from across the room. You grudgingly let your gaze leave the cascading liquid and look into your lover's face. His blazing teal eyes are smoldering with passion. They watch you with as much intensity as you had just watched him.
"You're rather naughty tonight, reading my thoughts," you smile as you still clutch his clothing close to your chest.
"But you like me that way. Did you not say that last time I was home?" He challenges with that seductive smirk which he uses to his advantage. Damn, the man knew how to drive you mad.
"True, I do recall saying such things," you sigh as his hand beckons you to come closer. There is no hesitation. You carelessly drop his belongings to the floor, and quickly divest yourself of your own hindering clothing.
"I was hoping you'd join me," he smirks cockily before scooting forward in the tub to allow you to slide in behind him as the warm water laps soothingly around you. You sigh in contentment before placing a gently kiss to your lover's shoulder. Slowly, you lean back against the tub to relax as he slips easily between your thighs and rests his back against your chest.
"How long will you have this time?" You hesitantly ask while grazing your fingers lightly against his wet, slick chest. The low rumble of satisfaction, which emanates from your love, makes you smile. You can feel his pleasure vibrating through the depths of his being as he lays cradled against you.
"Two days, we leave for the Outer Rim once I return," he mumbles as your fingertips continue to trace unseen patterns across his flesh and his eyes flutter closed.
"You're exhausted, you need to rest more," you insist as he slowly nods his head in agreement. Silently your hands move to his head and you wantonly rake your fingers through his lush hair. "Sit up, I'll wash your hair," you softly say as he does as ordered and you grab the shampoo from the edge of the tub.
The soft, crisp, citrus smell makes you smile. You pour a generous amount of the amber liquid in your hands and let it warm momentarily, before you begin to gently massage the soothing gel onto his hair. His purr of pleasure makes your heart flutter as your fingers lather the shampoo into his auburn locks. The feeling is exquisite, as your hands glide across this slickness.
"Close your eyes." You gently warn before cupping the warm water into the palms of your hands and slowly drizzle it across his scalp, to rinse away the traces of shampoo. The warm water mixes with the lather, and you watch the agonizing descent of the bubbles slide across his shoulders, and seductively cascade down his back.
With the last traces of shampoo gone. You lean forward and gently kiss the side of his neck before pulling him against you once more. Slowly, you both sink into the water and cherish the embrace as he once again rests peacefully against you. The only sound, which fills the room, is the gently lapping of the water against the sides of the tub as you soothe your souls with this tranquil moment.
