Rating: Strong R
Pairing: Obi/F
Summary: A meeting is boring until a certain Jedi spices things up.
Disclaimers:I own none of the characters in this story. And I know I won't ever get so lucky. So don't sue. I admit, they're not mine.
Notes: I blame this fic all on my Ewan McGregor obsession. And from sitting through 'that' scene in "Nightwatch" over and over again. (Trust me, if you've seen it, you know which restaurant scene I mean)
This first ABH fic of mine (let me know if I'm on the right track with the format please!) comes after a very long boring day covering boring meetings for work. I also have to admit, I did spend a good part of time staring at a really nice looking man at said meeting. But no mind reading. Damn! It was also inspired by several other wonderful fics of this nature that I read, and I freely admit they inspired me to put my own twist on the situation, although I doubt I do it as well as they do!
That said, enjoy!
Gods you wish you were anywhere but here!
It was supposed to be your day off, but you knew, somehow, that you'd get called in. Everyone seemed to be coming down with the flu, and you'd figured it would only be a matter of time before one of your colleagues was out for the count.
Of course they'd have to pick the one day you'd managed to get off this week.
And of course they'd need you to cover a boring press conference.
It couldn't be anything exciting, like the newest celebrity to hit town, or even a feature type piece on the fact that hundreds of Jedi were meeting in town for the week. That was the true story, although no one really knew what they were meeting about.
And of course, you weren't assigned to it.
So instead of sitting in a room full of potentially sinful eye-candy, you found yourself crowded against the back wall of a meeting room at city hall, waiting for Senator Palpatine to grace you with his presence.
God, why you? What did your boss have against you? All you'd wanted to do was spend the day catching up on your reading and writing, maybe watch some movie with Colin Firth or Hugh Jackman in it and simply enjoy life away from the hectic pace of the news business you suffered through every day.
But instead, you found yourself here.
Sighing, you try to find a more comfortable position, motioning to your cameraman to get a clear shot of the podium, hopefully without you in it. You sigh and shift positions again as you look at the clock and note the Senator is running late.
Just great.
One of the reputed most powerful men in the galaxy couldn't even arrive on time.
So much for getting home in time to watch your favorite soap. Although you had to admit, you were frustrated as hell at the way the storylines you watched were going. Witches, demons and bitter ex-fiancees trying to break up your couples didn't sit well with you. You' d certainly write things differently.
But you digress.
Suddenly the door flies open and several tall figures enter the room. You bring your attention back to the present as the room suddenly quiets and an imposing figure approaches the podium. With a quick look to make sure your photographer is filming, you turn your attention to the three tall men standing behind the Senator.
Not the most remarkable faces, you think as your eyes skim over the two tall men, noting they seem well built, but nothing about them really catches your eye. The Senator is certainly an imposing figure, but he's too old for you to really think about or admire.
You sigh, wondering why there can't be one piece of eye candy among them until …
Gods above, save you now!
You swallow hard as your eyes connect with the most brilliant pair of blue orbs you've ever seen. The fact that they're set in a face that's almost too beautiful for words, framed by soft reddish gold waves of hair is only an added benefit.
Dear lord, the man was gorgeous! So gorgeous you had to make sure your mouth wasn't on the floor as you drooled over him. You had a feeling however that it was.
Actually, your jaw isn't quite touching the floor, but its close.
You start as the soft voice whispers through your head. A sudden sense of someone laughing fills your mind as you turn your attention towards the man now staring intently at you from behind the Senator.
Oh Gods, the man is a Jedi.
And Jedi can read minds.
Stupid, stupid, stupid! You should have realized that the moment they walked in! Only Jedi would be guarding someone as important as Senator Palpatine.
Unfortunately your brain was blindsided by something other than his sense of Jedi calm and control.
After all, you're only human.
Rightly so. And really, I find it's rather easy to loose control, if one really wants to.
You feel yourself blush to the roots of your hair as the thought touches your mind, and the Jedi sends you a sly smile, knowing he's got you flustered.
Part of you wants to melt into a puddle at his feet.
But a larger part is starting to get annoyed that he's doing all the mind reading, and making you feel like a bumbling idiot. You're a TV producer for Gods sake and you should be the one intimidating this sexy Jedi!
Intimidation? That sounds like fun. I'd like to see you try.
Forcing your breathing to slow, you focus your gaze directly on his, wondering if you can speak to him as well.
What the heck, you've got your honor to defend.
Focusing on him, you think your reply in your head.
I bet you would. And don't think you wouldn't bend to my will.
You watch as the Jedi stifles a smile.
I might enjoy bending to your will.
Obviously this mind communication thing worked.
Of course it does. Do you think I'd have started it if I thought you couldn't respond? What fun would there be in that?
You feel a tingle rush down your spine as the Jedi sends you a bone-melting grin along with the thought.
Dear God, the man's mouth should be declared a lethal weapon!
I like the sound of that. Would you be willing to submit to some 'target' practice?
You stifle a gasp as he lets his gaze subtly slide down your body. You suddenly feel self-conscious as you realize you're wearing a rather shorter skirt than normal. But you weren't really thinking clearly when you were pulled from sleep and told to get down to City Hall.
I'm glad. You have beautiful legs.
You fight another blush as that heated gaze sweeps down said appendages and then slowly moves back up your body, lingering at your chest, then focusing intently on your lips.
Your body is on fire from a simple glance, and you're ready to say or do just about anything to bend this man, this Jedi to your will.
You also realize that if you haven't turned into a puddle of melted goo at the moment, you most certainly soon will.
You could always melt on me.
The thought this time is accompanied by a feather light brush of what feels like fingers across your steadily tightening nipples. The touch continues on down your body, invisible fingers lingering slightly as they brush past your thighs and then across your now extremely wet center.
Gods, what is this Jedi doing to you?
Exactly what you've been dreaming about for weeks.
You suddenly focus all your attention his way, wondering how in the world he figured out how sexually frustrated you'd been the past few months. You'd finally broken it off with the louse of an ex you'd dated, but once he was out of the picture, you realized there was something you were going to miss, even if it wasn't him.
Sex.
Hot, steamy, sweaty, sometimes daringly rough sex.
Not that the jerk had really given you the greatest sex, in fact, it had been rather pathetic to tell the truth, but still, it was at least something.
And right now, something was better than nothing.
Very good philosophy. I think 'something' could be arranged, and I guarantee, you won't be thinking about that jerk for long.
You blush again, the words sending another thrill down your spine. You suddenly have to stifle a moan as you feel an invisible set of lips suddenly attach themselves to your ear.
I know what you're thinking. I know what you want. And I'm going to give it to you.
You swallow hard as you fight to keep your eyes open, leaning back against the wall and hoping no one notices you barely have the strength to stand up.
Gods this boring meeting is suddenly getting a lot more exciting.
Good. Listening to Palpatine is enough to put anyone to sleep. Of course, I don't think we'll be getting much sleep later.
You gulp as his eyes burn another path across your body, wondering only that the rest of the room doesn't sense this inner dialogue you're having with him.
I don't think they could handle it. It might shock them to death.
Wouldn't that be a story? At least it'd be something interesting to report from this event you think back at him, watching as he hides his smile.
I think I much prefer the sight of you trying to remain in control and quiet as I ravish you in a room full of people.
Dear God.
You close your eyes as those lips move from your ear to your neck, brushing invisible kisses across your skin, moving closer and closer towards your lips, but not claiming them as you so desperately want him too.
Patience is a virtue. Remember that.
Your eyes fly open to meet his satisfied glare as the lips suddenly disappear.
God damn it!
There's only so much your sex starved body can take!
You can tell he's pleased with the fact he's gotten you all hot and bothered.
Well Jedi, two can play at this game.
Summoning up all your strength and courage, you focus directly on him and send him a thought of your own.
You let your mind go, picturing yourself grabbing him and pressing him back against a wall, thrusting your tongue into his mouth as your hands run across his body, lingering over his chest and on the appendage you can feel hardening against your hand.
You smile as you see him jolt, watching as he tries to steady himself from the power of your thought.
Turnabout is fun.
You jump as you suddenly hear a real voice in your ear. It's your photographer whispering he has what he needs and can you sneak out of here early.
Suddenly, leaving early is the last thing you want to do.
Knowing he'll think you're nuts after all your protests coming into this press conference, you manage to collect yourself enough to whisper back that you have to stay in case the Senator makes some great revelation at the end of his speech. He gives you a strange look, knowing your opinions on the Senate and the Senator for that matter, but sighs and returns to his camera.
Taking a deep breath of relief, you turn your attention back to the Jedi who's watching you avidly.
Suddenly not finding this press conference so boring my dear?
You send him a sly smile of your own as you shoot a thought back at him.
Actually, I'm feeling quite invigorated for some strange reason. Is it hot in here or is it just me?
You know you're getting daring, but something inside you is pushing you to let go. To indulge in this harmless yet stimulating flirtation across a crowded room. After all, no one can tell what you're thinking. Right?
Except for me. And that's a good thing. And you are definitely hot. Can't you sense what you're doing to me?
You simply smile and let your eyes do another sweep of his body, admiring the breadth of his chest and the strength you can see in the shape of his arms. His torso is lean and muscled, a strong chest tapering into strong thighs and powerful legs. You smile as you feel his arousal surge in your mind as you let your gaze linger below his waist.
Like what you see?
You smile and lick your lips.
Very much. I'd like to see more. A lot more. you send back, watching his eyes darken.
How much more?
You feel your heart stutter at the intent look in his eyes. You're shocked to find desire blazing in their depths. Desire for you. A woman he's only seen from across the room. A woman he doesn't even know.
But I do know you. I know your thoughts and your desires. I know what you want. So how much more do you want to see?
You swallow hard and close your eyes, thinking your next thought at him with all the power you can muster.
All of you. Naked and writhing underneath me. Your cock pounding into mine as you take me hard and fast against whatever wall is closest. I want to hear you scream my name as you cum inside of me, as I clench and tighten around you, drawing you deeper into my heat.
You open your eyes, cheeks flushed at your laviscious thoughts, only to lose your breath as you see his eyes flash and his hands clench into fists at his side. For a few moments, he remains silent and you wonder if it was too much. Had you taken this too far?
Not far enough my dear. Not nearly far enough.
You gulp as you read the intent in his eyes and are just about to send a reply when you hear the room burst into applause. Dragging your gaze from his you note that the Senator has finished his speech and is now descending from the podium. You watch as the three Jedi turn and follow him from the room, feeling depression overcome you that the lovely mind foreplay is over.
It's only just begun my dear.
You jump as the thought whispers across your mind as your Jedi follows his charge out the door, not looking back. You feel your knees nearly buckle as your mind is suddenly assaulted with the feel of lips, hands and fingers moving frantically all over your body.
Gods the man knows where to touch you to make you scream!
And he's doing it all in your mind!
You know you're about to swoon, can see the concern in your photographer's face as he rushes towards you. You wave him off, muttering something about the heat, uncaring that the room is almost arcticly chilly. After a few moments, and several concerned glances, you managed to get yourself under control and gather your things.
As you're leaving the room, you suddenly realize you didn't hear a word of what the Senator had been saying.
Thank Gods for videotape!
Muttering to yourself about what in the world you're going to make of this story, you head back towards the news van, wondering if you'll ever see your Jedi again.
Something tells you you will.
You ignore your photographer's concerned expression as you settle back into the passenger seat, wearing a stupid smile on your face.
Oh yes, it's far from over.
End
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Well, what did you think? Should I expand and continue?
Sara
