Rating: NC-17
Summary: A morning interlude (sweet smut)
Archive: you decide
Disclaimer: GL is the owner I just visit.
Note: All mistakes are mine, so sorry. Thanks for the help Ellie and Leelah!!
You knew the life you chose was going to be lonely upon occasion, since Obi-Wan was away from you more often than he was with you. But it was the times together that you cherished; he had gotten home late last night and collapsed in the bed beside you with a loud groan of exhaustion. He was so tired he didn't even bother to undress much less remove his boots. And when you awoke this morning you couldn't help but grin at the man sprawled across your bed, hair pointing in all directions and one leg dangling off the side of the bed. You just loved the man more with time, something you never imagined could possibly happen, for you loved him beyond words from the start.
You grabbed a quick shower, slipped your short blue silk robe on, and went into the kitchen to grab some juice when you heard the familiar shuffle of someone stumbling from bed. Granted this time the shuffle was a little louder considering the person making it wore those sexy boots.
"Good morning," you smile at teal eyes, which squint in the kitchen light as he walks your way.
"Morning," Obi-Wan says with a scratchy voice induced by sleep. "Sorry about last night," he sheepishly apologizes as he embraces you in his arms.
"Don't worry about it, you needed your rest...so you passed out during our talk," you sigh as he takes a deep breath and inhales your scent.
"You smell good, I love how you smell of lavender," he softly says while his hands run down your silk clad back. "And I promise I'll make it up to you," Obi-Wan begins to explain before you push him away with a playful nudge to his chest.
"You bet you will," you say with mischief, "now get out of those dirty clothes and go take a hot shower, you'll feel better."
"You wound me love, I thought you loved me no matter what?"
"I do...now go get cleaned up!" You giggle with a playful swat to his backside.
"Oh...I see you want it that way today," Obi-Wan grins with mirth as he shuffles from the kitchen. "Watch out for what you wish for," he shouts as he begins stripping on the way to the shower, leaving a trail of dirty clothes behind, which makes you sigh loudly.
"Who would have thought a Jedi could be so messy," you mumble aloud as you pick up the trail of clothing and smile. It was good to have your lover home, bad habits and all.
Minutes later you are so caught up in standing over the sink eating your slice of pava fruit that you don't hear Obi-Wan walk into the kitchen. Suddenly, you feel strong arms wrap around your waist from behind, making you jump in surprise. You land right against his chest as he pulls you tightly to him and you can feel the warmth from the shower still radiating off his body, and the smell of sandalwood makes your body hum.
"Mmm, you smell wonderful," you purr as you feel his still damp skin soak the silk along your back and you suddenly feel his arousal brushing teasingly against you. Realization dawns on you that he's wearing nothing, not even a towel. The urge to turn in his arms to gaze at the body you love, and have memorized, is overpowering but he holds you in place as his lips descend to the side of your neck and you catch your breath. "That feels...so...good," you whimper as his lips assault your sensitive flesh and his right hand glides along the front of your silk robe while the other cups your breast.
"Relax..." he whispers in your ear as your body sings in pleasure at his slow torturous pace of exploring your every curve. "Just feel, don't think," Obi-Wan purrs as his hands release the tie to your robe and the touch of his skin against yours makes you hiss and bite your bottom lip as a callused fingertip brushes against your aching nipple.
With practiced ease his hand makes a languid path to your folds, and finds you more than ready to accept him. This just makes him smile predatorily and nip at your shoulder, eliciting a deep moan from your soul as his talented hands play your body like a fine instrument.
Your breath is in short gasps as he's bringing you near climax and your hands seek his as you grasp his arms. He quickly stops you before you can seek relief, sliding the robe from your body to pool like water at your feet. He then places your hands to the cool tile counter top before you, making you lean forward while his hands move to your back tracing unseen patterns against your skin. You feel his arousal brush against you once more causing you to throw your head back and moan at the sensation. You instinctively thrust your hips towards him, wanting him inside you so badly, your body aching in need.
"Patience love, patience," Obi-Wan taunts and you can just picture that look of satisfaction on his face at your body's reaction. "I love this tattoo," he remarks as his fingers ghost against the small colorful tribal tattoo that adorns your lower back in the most sensitive spot imaginable. He knows this as he traces the pattern and you try to stand but his arms keep you in the vulnerable position you are already in.
"Please..." you beg as his hands move across your hips and slowly trail a path along your abdomen making you grasp the counter in a death grip as they tease you by dipping lower but ignoring the one place you desire them to explore. "Obi-Wan, please...I need you...NOW!"
"What ever you wish, love," he said huskily before entering you from behind with slow deliberateness as you instinctively lean forward even more, granting him entrance deeper within. You both moan loudly at the sensation of this union, it has been far too long, and both your body's scream for release.
Your hands tremble in time with your body, as his pace becomes rapid with need. The only sounds you hear are both your voices echoing against the walls in pleasure. His body is draped against your back as his hips thrust with abandon and his hands tease your aching breasts. You have to touch him but he still refuses and this just heightens your pleasure with his teasing possessiveness while your body begins to tighten around his shaft and his thrusts become increasingly frantic. Your voice is now hoarse from gasps of pure physical delight as each thrust hits that spot deep within you, which makes you shudder. It won't be long before he brings you over and quite frankly you don't think you'll survive as it is.
"Oh...there...yes," you loudly exclaim as your legs shake uncontrollably and your orgasm hits you in such intense waves you fear you might collapse against the floor in a heap. Your body is alive with this electric pulse while he seeks to chase his own release which is so close from the sound of his voice uttering your name with each sure thrust. When he grasps your hips tightly you know there will be marks later, but it's a simple price to pay for such heated bliss. You feel his release moments later as he cries out in sheer physical overload and his heavy breathing is music to your ears as he tumbles off the precipice.
"I love you," Obi-Wan breathlessly confesses as he collapses against your back seconds later.
"Love you too," you whisper before feeling his lips gently kiss the damp skin at the back of your neck. "Don't stay away so long next time, ok? I don't know if I'll survive another homecoming like that or not," you sigh tiredly as you feel his low chuckle as it rumbles through his chest. He rests against you before finally pulling you unsteadily to your full height.
"I'll try to remember that," he answers.
