Warning:If you don't like sweet smut in the rain this is not for you.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: PWP. Two new lovers meet in the rain.
Archive: if someone wants it
Disclaimer: George owns Obi....I own little.
Note: Please excuse the mess, I wrote this on email instead of Word. I wrote this last week and was getting ready to delete it and thought maybe someone here would like some sweet Padawan Obi smut.
The seasons are one in the same here,rain is something you rarely see and when the heavens finally bless the parched land with its kiss, it's usually brief. However, today is different, there has been a steady rain slowly misting the warm spring air since first light. It was as if the maker himself knew you needed this renewal to your heart as well as your mind. You lounge in bed lazily as you listen to the soft rhythmic patter of water as it pools on the tile of the balcony. All the doors and windows are wide open in your bedchamber, the rain is such a welcome sight you give no thought to the mess which it is making. The only thought you can register is one which is purely primal and sheer need, the smell of the rain is intoxicating as it perfumes the air.
When your new lover walks into the room minutes later he finds you standing barefoot on the marble balcony, arms outstretched welcoming the rain to soak your silk clad body. Without a sound he watches from the shadows of early evening, while you stand as if in prayer to life's essence itself. The gentle breeze billows the white gauze curtains which hang before the open double doors. The effect of the scene catches his breath and the desire he feels for you burns like a flame through his body.
The sudden glimpse of movement catches your eye. Within seconds you see your Jedi stride your way as the curtains part with a gust of wind as if on cue. If you hadn't felt the breeze yourself you would have sworn he'd used the Force to make his entrance. Words are but a memory as his body is now pressed against yours and his love and want for you evident in his eyes as well as his arousal.
Obi-Wan's lips descend upon yours with a fierceness that takes your breath away. He is like a man who is about to go under and you are his last life's breath, you can feel his embrace and his body's reaction to you. But its the intensity of his kiss which thrills you as his lips work your body into overload and his tongue laps teasingly against your own. The man could bring you to your knees with this talent alone.
The rain has soaked you to the skin, the silk gown you wear is translucent and leaves little to the imagination. Revealing you wear nothing underneath, as you feel his hands brush against your breasts. This action elicites a deep moan from your lips as you feel him smile against you before pulling away. His eyes drink in every inch of your body, they blaze an aqua color which make you think of the ocean's depths as his hands still wander about your body. Gods how you love this man.
You can't help but gasp loudly when he teasingly grazes his mouth over an aching nipple, brushing so gently against your aroused flesh that he can't help but look up at you with wide eyes of innocence. An innocence you know is part of his charm and part of his mischief as well. For a Jedi, he is such a tease you think once again. Your hands reach for his hair and clutch the short spikey silk as his tongue taunts your body, even through the gown. The feel of his now damp hair excites you beyond belief as you feel your legs grow unsteady beneath this master's touch. A soft smile graces your face at the thought. Your Obi-Wan is but a Padawan, yet he is a true Master at the art of seduction and making love.
You barely have time to register what is happening as you feel strong arms lift you and deposit you gently to the large lounge chair in the corner of the balcony. The sudden chill of the water beneath you sends your body to cling tightly against his as you unconsciously arch against him. This movement elicits a deep growl from your lover as his eyes dance with emotion. His Padawan braid brushes against your breast, the sensation is stimulating you more than you dared dream.
With practiced hands you help free him from the confines of his leggings. You want him now! The once fumbling of fingers between the two of you have now become a practiced art in need. You watch the rain soak his tunic and the water trails across his neck to disappear beneath the folds of the material. He urges your legs apart with a gentle nudge from his knee while you can't help but lean forward to chase a raindrop which is trailing down his throat. As your tongue laps at the sweet mixture of rain and your lover he enters you in one sure thrust, making you suddenly throw your head back and expose the curve of your neck to his eager lips.
The sound of the rain is soft and gentle, mirroring the act itself. With each thrust, each heated kiss, the coil within you tightens until you shudder beneath his touch and cry out in ecstasy. This release causes Obi-Wan to quicken his pace and thrust with abandon as he craves the intensity of his own orgasm. Moments later you hear a gutteral moan and your name echoing against the rain as he reaches his desire and his essence flows deep within you.
Slowly Obi-Wan rolls you to the side as he cradles you in his arms, both body and soul are sated. The sound of the constant slow rain is pure bliss as you feel his warm breath against your cheek, while the sweet treasure from above drenches you both. This was the first time you'd ever made love in the rain and definitely not the last.
