Rating: NC-17
Beta: Amber, Goddess of the Beta
Pairing: O/Trina
Summary: Obi-Wan makes love to his lover, wondering if it is the last time.
Notes: As some of you know, Tia and I are in the habit of writing fics together, and then never finishing them. This was originally intended to be part of an epic-sized fic, one that would be actually 3 fics in a series. Unfortunately, we're easily distracted. =-)
Anyhow, I was looking through my old files, and found this scene, in all its unedited glory, and thought, golly, with a bit of tweaking, this would be a kick-ass piece for the SEX!!!! Challenge. So I asked Tia, who had kicked, prodded and blackmailed me into writing this in the first place, and with her blessings, I added a bit here and there to make it a stand-alone, while still using the original plot idea.
The title is a line from Moody Blues' "Nights in White Satin," which happens to be one of my favorite songs on the planet. It's an angsty song, but this is somewhat angsty fic, too. I'm sorry, I can't avoid the stuff!
Also, for some reason, I am fussing and blushing about this as badly as I did over my first smut piece and my first slash piece. Be nice to me. =-)
Thanks: To my husband, for answering my highly unusual questions (yes, but what does it *feel* like?), and for not killing me when he realized why I was asking him. To my friend Dan, for reading the raw version of this story, and saying, "But you're a *girl*. Girls aren't supposed to know stuff like this!" Talk about great feedback...
Feedback: I need it, I live for it. gimme gimme gimme. To Obsessed One or on-list, if ye like.
Disclaimer: George Lucas might own the rights to Obi-Wan Kenobi and the Jedi, but the Padawan keeps coming to visit in my head. Wouldn't be so bad if he and the General got along better.
Never Reaching the End
~~~*~~~I was in love with the most wonderful woman in the galaxy, and I could not do the one thing I wanted more than life itself:
Marry her.
It would figure that I, a Jedi Padawan, would fall in love with, of all people, the only daughter of the royal family from a wealthy planet. As a Jedi, I was risking her life every moment we spent together, but I loved her too much to deny us. But, while she might live on Coruscant, and we might spend every spare moment together doing everything from walking in the park to making slow, sweet love, Trina was destined to leave me one day. One day, her father would tire of Trina's stalling tactics, and force her to marry a prince of his choosing. And since Trina was a princess, and her father the king, she would have to marry whoever her father picked, and I would be left with nothing but my studies and my master.
And my master was not much fun to cuddle with.
Trina hated it as much as I did. She hated the idea of having to sacrifice herself on the altar of marriage. She hated the meetings with pompous princes, the arguments with her well-meaning parents, and the painful separation that we went through every time, knowing that each time together could be our last.
This night she was due home from another meeting, and we had planned to have a holovid night at her place. It was a tradition we had long ago established, our holovid night, years before we had even become lovers. So I sat in the middle of Trina´s living room floor, hoping to calm and center myself before her arrival. I always did my best to put on a brave face for her after these meetings. Trina was always telling me how much my support meant to her, how it was one of the few things keeping her sane.
But that didn´t mean I didn´t die a little every time she went to go meet a prospective husband.
I heard the door open and close, but did not open my eyes. I knew it was Trina, from the way the Force seemed to caress me, like it did whenever she was near. But tonight, there was something else - a current of sadness.
“Heya Laser Lips,” she said, her voice burdened down by dark emotion.
I opened my eyes. “Hey Dollface,” I could only manage half a grin. “How was your... meeting?”
She sighed, and sat next to me. “Could you just hold me for a while?” She asked me, and I could not deny her. Besides, I was dreading whatever it was she held back.
I nodded, and we lay down on the floor together. I wrapped my arms around her, and pulled her back against my chest. Trina released a single, shuddering sigh, and then settled more firmly against me.
I knew she would not cry, but also knew she wanted to. Whatever it was that she held back, it could not have been good. My heart cried out in protest: NO! We needed more time! We deserved more time! I was still learning about the wonderful beautiful woman in my arms; I didn´t want to lose her yet!
I had long ago sworn to myself that when the time came, I would accept it as best I could, and make it as easy as possible on us both. But at that moment, all I wanted was to imprint every tactile part of Trina. Deeply, I inhaled of the soft, clean scent of her hair, and rubbed my cheek against those soft strands.
Eager to feel her soft, smooth skin, I worked one hand under her shirt, and rubbed my thumb in small circles on her upper abdomen. She sighed again, and this time, I planted a feather-light kiss at the nape of her neck as I slid my hand higher.
When I came into contact with the firm roundness of one of her breasts, I couldn´t help but smile; Trina really did hate to wear bras. But my amusement quickly changed to something else as she shifted, and I found my hand now cupping her breast. Willingly, I continued the small circles with my thumb, and gently kneaded the flesh that I held.
Trina moaned softly as I rolled her nipple between two of my fingers. She moved again, this time settling her backside against my groin. I managed to suppress the groan that nearly reached my lips, but was powerless against the shudder that wracked my body. Force, but she had such a power over me!
I kissed the nape of her neck again, and followed up with small kisses until I reached the hollow behind her ear. Gently, I flicked my tongue against her skin, and breathed on it, smiling when Trina´s breath caught in her throat. Suddenly, she turned in my arms, and locked her beautiful brown eyes with mine.
“Obi-Wan...” she breathed.
I stopped her words with my mouth. I didn´t want to hear her tell me goodbye just yet. I wanted to revel in her body, in our love, for just a little while longer. I ran my tongue along the crease between her lips, asking for entry.
When she gave it me, I caressed her tongue with my own, sighing at the familiar, well-loved taste of her mouth. I wrapped my arms even tighter around her, stroking her back, pushing her shirt up to give me better access. I broke our kiss, and laved the smooth column of her throat, tasting her soap, her skin, her sweat.
Trina wound her hand around my braid, and pulled my face back up to hers. I smiled; I loved it when she used my Padawan braid like a handle. I saw an answering smile in her eyes as she pulled me back in for another kiss.
This time, Trina was in control. She plunged her tongue into my mouth, moving in and out slowly. With a growl deep in my chest, I rolled her onto her back, and held myself above her with one hand, never once breaking our kiss.
I cupped one of her breasts in my free hand, moaning at the feel of her nipple puckering under my touch. She arched into my hand, whimpering slightly with need. My own need was building, and I gently thrust my pelvis against hers, letting her feel how she affected me, how much I wanted her.
I pulled back only long enough for us to remove shirts and tunics, and to lay my outer tunic as a makeshift blanket, and then gently pushed Trina back to the floor. When our heated skin met, I made no effort to suppress the groan that seemed to come from deep within me. I slanted my mouth across hers again; both of us already open and ready to meet with our tongues.
She undulated beneath me, meeting my thrusts with a grinding motion of her own. I broke away, my eyes open barely more than slits as I moaned. Trina´s eyes were at half-mast as she caressed my shoulders and chest, her smooth hands sliding over my skin, causing the muscles to jump at her touch. I leaned into her hands like a cat, purring in appreciation for her touch as well as for her flushed beauty.
I kissed her neck, her heated flesh nearly searing me. As our harsh breathing seemed to fill the room, I felt her pulse jump like a caged bird under my lips, and I continued down her body. If this were to be the last time we could be together, I wanted to worship my Trina like she deserved. I wanted to imprint my hands on her skin, my love upon her soul.
I kissed her clavicle, raining little touches of my lips all over, and lightly ran my tongue down the valley between her breasts. I kissed my way up one peak, and was unable to stop my smile as I watched her face when I closed my mouth over that nipple. She gasped, and pushed into my mouth as I gently suckled on her. I massaged her other breast, delighting in the way she moved beneath me, the way she half-heartedly tugged at my braid.
I gently pried her fingers away from my braid as I kissed my way down her abdomen, nipping here and there. While I flicked my tongue at her navel, I unfastened her slacks, and eased them down her hips. When I got them as far as her knees, I began to kiss her thighs, and pushed her slacks that much further down.
When I pointedly avoided kissing near her curls, Trina none-too-subtly lifted her hips towards my face. I chuckled, and sat back on my heels as I slowly removed her shoes and slacks, carelessly throwing them over my shoulder. Trina wiggled impatiently under my gaze, stretching her hands out to me.
“You are so beautiful,” I said. “I love you.”
“I love you,” she replied in a whisper.
I knelt between her legs, and lifted her hips as I kissed her in that most intimate of places. It was an absurdly chaste kiss, a kiss of worship, of devotion. A prelude to the prayer I would offer with my whole body.
She moaned when I parted her folds with my tongue, slowly tracing the contours as I worked my way up to that sensitive bundle of nerves. When I reached it, I held back, letting her whimpers of anticipation shiver through my body. And when I finally began to suckle, oh so gently, she shouted my name.
At the sound of her voice, raised in such passion, the tightness in my groin multiplied ten-fold. I moaned against her, and gripped her hips to keep from touching myself. Oh how I wanted her!
She writhed against my face, panting as her release neared. I increased my efforts, and brought one hand underneath. She shouted again when I slid a finger into her, hooking my digit as I pumped in and out, pushing her closer... and closer...
Her orgasm nearly lifted her off the floor. I continued to suckle and stroke her for a bit more before I gently set her hips back to the floor. Before I could do anything else, I felt a fierce tug to my braid.
I looked up, and saw Trina grinning at me. “Damn,” she said, “is *that* why they call you Laser Lips?”
I crawled back up, and kissed her lightly on the lips in answer. Trina pulled me down, deepening our kiss. I gladly obliged her as she once more ran her hands down my back, this time moving lower, and easing her hands beneath the waistband of my leggings. When she cupped my backside, I moaned, and thrust against her.
“These,” she said, sliding my leggings down my hips, “have GOT to go.”
I chuckled. “I couldn´t agree more, love.”
Using her hands and bare feet, Trina quickly managed to remove the offending article of clothing. “There,” she said, rubbing against me until my vision blurred. “That´s much better.”
“Trina...” I moaned, positioning myself before her.
Trina moaned softly, pushing against me, and I slid home.
The tight, warm, perfection of her stole my breath, as it did every time. For a moment, I held perfectly still, bestowing small, loving kisses to her closed eyelids, her cheeks, her kiss-swollen lips. When I had enough control again, I began to slowly rock within her.
As I pulled out nearly all the way, my eyelids fluttered shut. Every hair on my body seemed to stand on end as I re-entered her, rotating my hips to hit those places that I knew pleased her.
Trina groaned loudly, and rose up to meet me. Suddenly, the slow mood evaporated, and we set a rapid pace, moving away and coming together quickly. Our groans mingled with our pants, and I shouted as I felt the tight rippling of her inner muscles begin. She screamed my name, and tried to find a handhold on my shoulders as the waves crested higher and higher, drawing me close to my own peak.
My entire body seemed to contract on itself as electricity coursed through my veins. I only managed a few more deep thrusts before my whole world exploded with a bang of white heat. I lost all connection with anything outside of the electric explosion that filled me.
When the pieces of my consciousness began to gather around me once more, I was lying atop Trina, still deep within her. I kissed her lips and smiled as I rolled to lie next to her.
“I love you,” I whispered as I gathered her in my arms, never wanting to let go.
“You already said that,” Trina mumbled.
“I love you,” I repeated.
“Love you too,” she said, and snuggled against my chest before falling asleep.
I brushed a sweat-dampened lock from her face. “I love you,” I said once more.
~*~*~
I held her while she slept, just like I always did. For nearly an hour, we lay on the floor, covered by one of my tunics that had been turned into a temporary blanket. I thought it was unremittingly cute that Trina always fell dead asleep after we made love, and enjoyed watching her. Her features were relaxed and glowing from the after effects of our lovemaking, and she looked almost like a sweet, trusting little girl. Almost.
I woke her with a soft kiss. She blinked at me and smiled sleepily. "Hey, Laser Lips," she said.
"How did it...?" I could say any more.
She sighed and reached for her shirt, pulling it over her head. "Well, I nearly caused a galactic incident worthy of Jedi intervention, when I kneed Prince Biffy the Wonder Bantha for getting a bit too friendly. After that, my father read me the riot act for chasing off every eligible prince for 4 sectors, with my 'unmistakable bad temper,' and after that, my mother burst into tears and ran out of the room."
"So you're not getting married?" I didn't realize how inane that sounded until after the words left my mouth.
"Not unless my father manages to pull a prince from where the sun doth not shine," she answered with a grin. After a moment, her grin faded. "I just wish I hadn't fought with him. I apologized, but still..."
I gathered her in my arms, and hugged her close. My Trina - always so tenderhearted. She hated hurting her parents, but at the same time she had decided if she was going to be forced to marry some virtual stranger, she wasn't going to waste her time with jerks, just to make others happy. She looked up at me, and I kissed the tip of her nose.
Trina smiled, and twined her legs around mine. A gleam came into her eyes when she realized we were both naked. "Don't you suppose we ought to take this to a room with a mattress?" she asked me.
I laughed, and scooped her up in my arms, and headed straight for the bedroom. I was in love with the most wonderful woman in the galaxy, I thought as we kissed the whole time it took for me to blindly find the bedroom.
~~~*~~~
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