Rating: NC-17
Pairing: O/f
Type: ABH (plenty of smut here)
Summary: The General gets more than he bargained for from your late night call.
Disclaimer:Not mine. I don't own the General. Lucas does. 'Nough said.
Notes: This is my answer to a really horrible, stressful, anxiety ridden week of work. Hey, it's better to express myself in writing than go get violent on the world. :) Enjoy!
You smile as you pick up the phone, determined to have a little fun this evening.
After all, he's finally back from a long mission.
And while part of you rejoices, another part is frustrated beyond belief because he's not come immediately to see you.
You know he's got other responsibilities, but it's been two months and you've missed him more than you'd ever let on.
You're not lovers.
Not yet at least.
But there's enough heat and passion between you to light up the night sky whenever you're around each other.
It's just that neither of you have chosen to act on those feelings.
You're not sure why, it's just always been easier to be friends.
It probably helped that he was one of the most respected and powerful figures in the galaxy.
But underneath it all, he was simply Obi-Wan.
Your best friend and confidant.
Not that you didn't have X-rated fantasies about him nightly, but you'd learned to shield your thoughts rather well.
Not that he was oblivious to the sparks that flew between you, but he seemed content to let things simmer.
You had been too.
Until everything had changed on this last mission of his.
You'd known he was going to the outer reaches of the galaxy, that's all he'd tell you. But you'd heard enough reports about the battles going on out there, and the ships that never returned.
When you'd seen the news report that a major battleship had been destroyed, your heart had leapt into your throat, wondering desperately if it was his ship.
Through some high placed friends, you'd learned it wasn't.
But the thought that you might have lost him had made you see things a heck of a lot clearer.
You want him.
You love him.
And on this trip home, you're determined to make him acknowledge his feelings and finally do something about it. So you came up with this perfect plan.
He'd never suspect, since at the moment, you were only friends.
But if you played it right, you'd end up a lot more by the end of the night.
Or you'd end up crushed beyond belief if for some reason your feminine instincts were totally off.
Despite the sliver of compassion you feel, knowing he must be tired, you know he won't rest until you call.
It's like that after every mission.
He let's you know when he's back by a quick mental touch and you always call him to make sure things are okay.
Most times, you simply need to hear his voice as he needs to hear yours.
It's what best friends do.
And hopefully after tonight, you'll be doing a whole lot more.
Smiling, you dial the familiar number.
Your heart leaps as you hear his delightfully mellow voice answer.
"Hello?"
"Hey there, just wanted to call and make sure you got in okay," you begin, smiling at the warm tingly feeling that suddenly invades your body. You know he's smiling as he replies.
"Perfectly safe and well. Qui-Gon is meditating in preparation for our debriefing tomorrow and I am just about ready to collapse from sleep exhaustion. I think I must have gone a week without sleep," he replies, the tiredness evident in his voice.
For a moment, you wonder if you shouldn't just let him sleep.
"It's okay, I was hoping you'd call," he says quietly in response to your thought.
You smile, sending him a comforting, friendly hug in your mind.
"It's good to hear your voice," you reply, meaning the words. "I just wanted to check on you, and if you're not to tired, run something by you," you manage, shielding enough of your thoughts so he can't see your plan.
"I'm never to tired to listen, what's going on?" he asks, sounding interested.
You smile to yourself before you reply.
"Well, you know how much I complain about my dead end job, and how I need to find another job on the side to make some money," you begin, feeling his mind perk up at your words.
Perfect.
"Well, I kind of stumbled on a way to make some extra money, if they like my audition," you finish, smiling as you hear the question in his voice.
"Sounds promising, I know you've been worried about your financial situation. So what kind of job are you auditioning for?" he replies in the low drawl that turns your knees to rubber.
"Well," you begin, settling comfortably into the couch, "it's not exactly the kind of job one brags about, though you have to be very good to get the position," you answer, knowing your elusive words are driving him crazy.
"What kind of job are we talking about?"
His voice is a bit sharper and you tighten your shields, not wanting him inside your mind just yet.
"Um, well, its kind of, hard to talk about," you hesitate, biting your lip, putting your all into your performance.
"Why am I getting the sense I'm not going to like this?" comes his stilted reply, as you feel his gentle mind touch, trying to sense what you're hiding.
You simply smile to yourself as you tighten your shields and continue.
"Well," you begin, carefully phrasing your next words. "You know those late night commercials you see on cable channels, you know, where the women advertise phone numbers for a 'good time'?" you finish, hearing nothing but silence from the other end of the line.
"Obi?" you ask, wishing you could see his expression.
"I believe I must have heard you wrong. I thought you said you're taking a job as a phone sex operator?" comes the low voiced reply.
"No," you begin, hearing a sigh of relief.
With a wicked smile, you finish your sentence.
"I said I'm auditioning to be one of the girls who advertises those phone sex lines. You know, those busty models that try to draw men and women in by dressing in sexy outfits and whispering naughty words on the commercials. I'm not actually performing phone sex," you finish.
Again, you're greeted with dead silence.
"Obi, I'm waiting here. What do you think? I told you I'm a little nervous about the audition, what if they don't like what I've got? I'm really needing some reassurance here," you manage, injecting a bit of worry and insecurity into your tone.
After a few moments, you get your reply.
"Okay, I'm going to try and keep an open mind about this," he begins, but you're ready with a reply.
"Right, I know how open minded you can be friend," you mutter, hearing him sigh through the line.
"Okay, putting aside my absolute horror that you'd even consider auditioning for one of those things," he starts again, his condescending tone annoying you.
You hadn't realized he'd react so negatively to your idea.
Not that you'd expected him to smile and wish you well, but you'd hoped he'd at least rise to the innuendo you were throwing his way, and play along with you.
Not suddenly have a moral attack of conscience.
"Thanks for keeping an open mind," you reply dryly, irritation evident in your voice.
"Let me finish here," he tries again as you press the phone to your ear. "I know you're determined to make some more money, but there are plenty of jobs out there that you don't have to put your body on display for," he tries, but you cut him off before he can get any further.
"What are you saying? No one would see my body, hear my voice, and think of having mind blowing sex with me?" you reply, the anger not hard to fake.
You'd hoped he would.
Obviously, it was time to think again.
"No, I'm not saying that," he tries, his voice struggling to remain calm as you huff out an irritated breath. "What I'm saying is that you don't need to degrade yourself in public to earn some extra income. There are plenty of other women out there who can sell their bodies for sex, you aren't one of them," he finishes, sounding pleased with his response.
You on the other hand, are furious.
This discussion has really gone down the wrong path.
Maybe you were wrong in thinking he'd suddenly want to get naked and do the wild thing with you on your kitchen floor if he'd thought you were daring enough to audition for one of those risqué commercials.
"So what you're saying then is that I'm unattractive and no man would want me or my body?" you utter sharply, wondering if that's how he really sees you.
"No, you're deliberately misunderstanding me," he replies in a frustrated tone.
You cut him off before he can finish.
"I don't think so," you begin, letting some of your fury fill your voice. "I'm still trying to get over the fact that I called my best friend for reassurance and ended up getting a lecture about how completely undesirable I am," you finish, trying to sound sarcastic, but not quite managing to pull it off.
You can hear the break in your voice as you fight back tears, rethinking your entire plan for the night.
Obviously you'd gotten the signals between you horribly wrong.
Obviously, he didn't find you attractive or sexy at all.
And he didn't believe other men would either.
"I didn't mean to sound like I was putting you down, because I'm not," comes his soothing reply, making you angrier even as your toes curl as his voice deepens. "I just think you could do so much better, and if you just give it time, the right job will come along, I know it," he finished.
"Exactly how much better do you think I can do?" you reply, hoping your shields are up tight enough to hide the pain cutting through you.
But your anger is slowly building.
"I know you can do so much better. You're such a talented person, there's a job out there that will take advantage of the skills you have, foster your strengths and improve your weaknesses. It will all work out in the long run, you'll see, and you'll be better off doing something you're pleased with and something you're good at," he finished.
You're seeing red now, a bright haze through the crushing realization that he doesn't see you as desirable enough to attract people on a phone sex line.
And you're downright mad.
How dare he imply you weren't a sexy, attractive human being who could have men on their knees begging you to let them love you?
Gathering your outrage like a mantle, forcing down your pain, you somehow manage a reply.
"Something I'm good at? Are you implying I'm not good at phone sex? You think I can't sell sex?"
You know your voice is harsh, but you don't care.
The man is going to pay.
And you're going to enjoy every minute of proving him wrong.
"I didn't mean it that way," he begins, but you cut him off sharply.
"So, you don't think I can give good phone sex? How do you know I haven't done it before?" you shoot back at him.
After a moment, you hear his stuttered reply.
"You're not telling me you've done this before? Are you?" he asks in a strangled voice.
You take some sense of satisfaction in the knowledge you can still shock him.
"There are a lot of things you don't know about me Obi-Wan, things you might be surprised to find out that I can do, ways that I have of bringing a man to his knees," you whisper, hearing him gulp audibly.
You smile triumphantly.
"I really didn't mean it that way, if you'd just listen a minute," he tries again, his voice sounding desperate.
You take a deep breath, deciding to go for the gold.
If it doesn't work, you'll feel extremely stupid.
But if it does, you're going to make him eat his words.
And be the most satisfied woman on the planet.
You hope.
Mustering up all your courage, you continue.
"Is my voice turning you on Obi-Wan? Are the words I'm whispering in your ear sending chills through your body, making you think things about me you've resisted since we are only supposed to be friends?" you ask huskily, your voice, if possible, lowering to an even sexier tone.
You can sense you're getting to him, knowing his mannerisms well enough to know he's trying to control his breathing.
"I don't think we should be talking like this right now," he tries to reply, but you're having none of it.
You want to make him squirm.
"Why not Obi? Am I turning you on? Are you getting a little hot under your tunics? You know, they really turn a female on, wondering what exactly you wear under them, or more importantly, how to get you out of them to find out," you drawl, letting your voice become breathy.
Not hard, since your mind is already picturing what he might wear underneath his.
You hope it's nothing.
You smile as you hear a stifled groan through the line.
"I heard that Obi-Wan, are you thinking of me undressing you? Are you hard and throbbing, your desire pressing tightly against the material, driving you crazy with want?
Wanting to feel my hands, and my mouth on you? Wanting to take you deep into my mouth, my lips and teeth milking you to completion?"
Your voice is breathy by the time you finish, echoed by his pants in your ear.
You're feeling quite warm now, and from the soft moans you can hear on the other end of the phone line, you know you're getting to him.
Good.
You smile as you imagine him stretched out on his couch, stroking the bulge between his thighs as he listens intently to your words. His soft moans are barely audible, but you're so attuned to him, you pick them up.
The image in your mind is making you quite hot to tell the truth.
You lick your lips, determined to concentrate on what you're doing, knowing you're going to prove him wrong about your sex appeal.
And both of you are going to enjoy the process enormously.
***
"Feeling a little hot and bothered Obi-Wan? Are my words doing that to you? Do you want to hear more?"
You make your voice as silky as possible, your mind still lost in the image of him stroking himself as you whisper in his ear.
You get a low groan in response.
You laugh softly as you continue.
"Are you stroking yourself? I can see you, lying on your couch, thrusting your desire into the air, your hands stroking yourself in time with my words, imagining it's me there with you," you breathe, hearing him moan as you catch your breath and go on.
"Are you imagining me there with you? Imagining it's my hands, my mouth, my body arching against and into you. My soft moans and cries in your ear as I feel your hands on my breasts, your lips and fingers on my skin," you manage, your voice hoarse now with desire.
"Gods, what are you doing to me?"
His reply only serves to increase your desire, and your determination to see this through until you have him begging for you.
"Do you want me Obi-Wan? Do you want to hear me to scream your name as I fly over the edge? As I feel the ecstasy of having you inside me, so deep I can't do anything but scream your name in release?"
Your final words emerge on a moan as you let your fingers gently brush across your breasts, as aroused by speaking the words as you can tell he is by hearing them.
You sense his control slipping away as his mind opens more and more to you, laden with a sharp, hungry desire.
You hear him moan your name, sensing he's close.
Forcing your body to calm, with enormous effort, you change your tone back to its original friendly one as you reply.
"What's wrong? Can't take the heat? Wait a minute, does that mean I'm actually turning you on with my voice? Isn't that phone sex? Something I'm not supposed to be any good at?" you finish sweetly, knowing you're pushing but unable to stop.
His reply when it comes stops your breathing and sends shivers down your spine.
"Damn it! You know you're good at it, all right? You've got me so turned on I'm about ready to explode! And with Qui-Gon in the next room, within hearing range, it's not a very pleasant option," he mutters in a strained voice.
You manage to speak, despite your lack of breath at his impassioned words.
"You know, maybe I should practice some more. I bet Qui would love to be a test subject," you manage.
Your hair curls as you hear a primitive growl through the phone line.
"No. You want to practice, you practice on me. But if you're going to do this, I'm warning you, I'm going to give as good as I get," he whispers in a harsh tone, the meaning behind his words impossible to ignore.
Your heart thuds as you realize he is going to play along.
Maybe you're not so bad at this as you'd thought.
Deciding to embrace the moment, after all, it's what your goal was this evening, you lay down the gauntlet.
"Come on Obi-Wan, give it your best shot. I think we've proven what I can do to you with my voice, you think you can do better?"
You know he can't refuse a challenge.
You're counting on it.
Your gasp as you suddenly hear his voice lower several octaves, to the sexy timbre that gets you wet every time you hear it.
His words send your heart to a crashing stop as heat rushes through your body.
"Are you naked? Are you lying there on your lonely couch, touching yourself, stroking yourself, imagining I'm there with you?"
You moan under your breath as you suddenly get a mental picture of his exact description, just as he's imagining you.
You feel your nipples harden and your center grow wet as his words rumble over your sensitized skin.
"Are you imagining my hands on your body? Stroking your breasts, bringing your nipples to hard little peaks, then taking each one in my mouth, sucking on you until you cry out my name in uncontrollable need?"
You moan out loud this time as you literally feel his hands and lips ravaging your breasts, literally see his blonde head bent over your chest, looking deep into your eyes as he nips and licks at your breasts.
His next words stun and thrill you to the bone.
"Tell me what you're doing, in explicit detail. Send me a mental picture of how you look and exactly what you're doing to your body as you hear my voice and feel my mind inside yours. I want to know everything," he replies in a sexy whisper, making your insides turn to jelly.
So he wants to play.
Thank God.
You don't know how much more your body can take.
Taking a deep breath, you give him what he wants.
"I'm touching myself, my hands are stroking my breasts, imagining it's you. Can you see me stroking myself? Can you feel your skin against mine? My nipples are hard, begging for your mouth. Gods Obi-Wan, I'm dying to feel you there, making me scream in ecstasy," you manage, your hands imitating your words.
His husky "go on" nearly turns your insides to mush and takes away what little breath you had left.
But there's no way in hell you're stopping now.
"Your hands," you moan, feeling them skimming your body, touching places that haven't been touched in years. "Oh Gods, your hands are between my legs, stroking me hard and fast. I can feel your fingers thrusting into me, your thumb pressing hard against me with each stroke, my wetness coating your skin as I thrust my body against yours," you moan, your fingers imitating your words.
Your body is on fire, knowing you're moments away from release, but also realizing that release won't come unless he is ready for it to.
"Tell me what else you want. What do you want me to do to you?"
The harsh, compelling whisper nearly sends you catapulting over the edge, but you know you have to reply. You need to reply. You'll go crazy if you don't.
Somehow, he turned this whole phone seduction thing around on you.
But you don't care.
You want only one thing at the moment.
And you don't mince words telling him.
"Gods Obi, I want you to take me! I want you buried so deep inside me I can't tell where you begin and I end."
You're moaning now, the words spilling from your mouth, met by his encouraging groans.
"I want to feel you slamming into my body, my legs wrapped around your hips, you pounding into me, so good. Gods, Obi!"
Your final words emerge as a cry as your fingers begin to stroke your center frantically, desperate for release.
"Tell me what you're feeling. Let me hear you come apart for me."
His whispered words send waves of desire crashing through your body, but deliver no release.
"Please," you manage, uncaring that he's now the one in control.
All you want is to loose all control.
To have him make you fly farther and faster than you ever have in your life.
You cry out at the intensity and desire laden in his next words.
"Imagine I'm there with you right now, stretched out on top of you, thrusting hard and fast into you. Burying myself so deep inside you that you'll never want me to leave. I can feel your mouth under mine, your tongue dancing with mine as I kiss you senseless."
You moan, literally feeling his fingers and his body slamming into you. Your mental connection adds a big boost to your sexual stimulation and you can feel yourself teetering on the edge.
"More, please Obi-Wan, I need more," you moan, incapable of more than that.
His stilted words are interspersed with moans and you know he's as aroused as you are.
"I can feel you underneath me, feel your heat as I tighten unbearably inside you. Gods, I can feel your body gloving mine, so tight, so wet, so perfect as your muscles clamp down around me. You feel incredible!" he gasps, his breathing labored.
You moan, knowing you both need release.
"Obi, please, now! I want to feel you inside me, I want you to make me scream, please, Obi, please!" you pant, nearly screaming as you feel phantom fingers suddenly tense on your hips.
"That's it baby, feel me, feel me pushing you over the edge, feel your muscles clamping down around me, fly now baby, let go."
His hoarse words and the sudden sharp press of fingers against your center send you flying into the stratosphere, screaming his name as the waves pour over you. On and on they go, seeming to drown you in blinding pleasure. You can barely breathe, so you simply let yourself feel as the orgasm takes you.
When you finally return to the present, you hear his labored breathing and know he's still hard.
Aching for you.
Time to return the favor.
And prove your point.
Whatever that was.
"Gods Obi, I can feel you, so hot and hard, still throbbing inside me. You've felt my body, now you want my mouth on you, don't you Jedi?" you tease, hearing his strangled moan as his mind floods yours with the image of you on your knees before him.
Smiling, you lower your voice as you let him picture you in that position.
"You're so hard Obi. Your desire is throbbing as I run the tip of my tongue over it. Can you feel me take you deeper? I can feel you pulsing against me, thrusting gently against me, urging me on with your hands in my hair," you half moan as lush images flood your mind.
From his groan, you can tell he's picturing it too.
"Gods yes, take more of me," he whispers back.
You feel your body surge with desire as the images flood your brain, struggling to find words to please him.
"I take you deep into my throat as I wrap my lips around you, suckling you until you're thrusting like mad against me. I still take you deeper, drawing on you harder, urging you to thrust against me," you moan, becoming aroused again at your words.
"Please, Gods, please," you hear him moan.
At his pleading words, you let your mind go, imagining his every word, as you literally feel him near to bursting against your lips.
"Now Obi-Wan, give yourself to me," you manage, feeling another wave of desire shudder over you as you hear his hoarse shout of your name through the receiver.
You listen as his moans slowly fade, his breathing returning to normal after a few moments.
Your own body is still recovering from its earlier climax, and you settle against the pillows, trying to muster up the strength to speak.
"So," you whisper breathlessly when you can form a sentence, "I think that settles the matter of whether I can perform adequate phone sex, doesn't it?" you ask sweetly, hearing him groan.
After a moment, you hear his deep reply, sending a shiver down your spine.
"You will never perform like that for anyone but me from now on. Do you understand?"
The possessiveness in his voice is nearly your undoing.
Despite your independent nature, you suddenly realize you wouldn't mind being possessed totally by Obi-Wan Kenobi.
Although being possessed by Qui-Gon might not be too bad either.
"No one but me," comes his harsh reply.
You smile, knowing he's picked up on that last thought. Taking pity on him, you reply in as calm a voice as you can, knowing you speak the truth.
"I don't think I could do that with anyone else. It's so easy with you," you reply softly, getting a satisfied chuckle in response.
"It had better be," he rumbles in a sexy tone, curling your toes. "We'll have no more talk of phone sex auditions," he finished in a satisfied, sedated tone.
You don't even try to contradict him.
His next words make you smile.
"So you think you can sleep now?" he whispers, obviously hearing the drowsiness in your voice.
Oh, but the night is just beginning.
Taking a deep breath, you smile as you reply in a husky voice.
"I think so. Although you know, I'm still pretty turned on. And I'm dressed in this little silk and lace teddy, the silk is really arousing as I rub against it. Besides, I think I might need some more practice at this. After all, you're my best friend, and your probably biased. Maybe I should give Qui a call," you begin, only to be cut off by a crash from the other end of the line.
"Obi? Obi-Wan are you there?" you ask in concern, suddenly hearing him pick up the receiver.
"Hold that thought, get off the phone and don't even think of calling my Master. I'm on my way."
With that, the receiver crashes down, a dial tone filling your ears.
So much for being exhausted after his mission.
Smiling to yourself, you head for the bedroom, knowing you've achieved your goal for the night.
You feel a slight apprehension as you realize that at some point you'll have to explain there never was a phone sex commercial audition.
But that can come later.
Right now, you're going to focus on simply coming.
Preferably with Obi-Wan.
Smiling slyly to yourself, you stretch out on your bed and wait.
Mission accomplished.
And the night has only begun.
The End
***
Well, verdict? I actually wrote this piece for my Angel/Cordelia fandom, but just had to try SW when the muse hit me with the 'General' twist. :)
Sara
