Rating: NC-17
Pairing: O/Q/f
Summary: Birthday sammich fic for Ziggy
Disclaimer:Not mine. Obi and Qui are Georgies. Damn.
Notes: This is my first attempt at a sammich. Ziggy has been encouraging me to do this, so I figured I'd try my hand at it and send it out for her birthday present. Hope it works, and again, realize this is the first try I'm at this type of fic. Although I could be convinced to write more if people want it! :)
Happy Birthday Ziggy! (By the way, the beginning scenes were sparked by a conversation Ziggy and I had about her life while working with the cast of the "Sound of Music." I had to throw it in Zigs, just for fun!)
Zara sighed as she settled deeper into the couch, trying to alleviate the tension pulsing through her body.
It had been a hell of a day at work.
Everything that could go wrong had gone wrong.
She made a mental note to kill whomever had come up with the bright idea of making a holovid of a full-scale amateur musical production of 'The Sound of Music.'
She was still surprised to see how many people turned out for performances of the ancient musical production. It had been centuries since it was first performed on stage, and even quaint and out of date as it was, the movie and play itself were still popular with people of all kinds from around the galaxy.
Go figure.
And go figure why someone had decided it needed to be put on holovid and sold in some special 'TV offer.'
Not that it hadn't come across great.
In fact, she was rather proud of the project.
But dealing with the antsy actors, production crews, cameras, full-scale orchestra and far too much repetition of the phrase "the hills are alive" was extremely trying on one's nerves.
Not that she hadn't gotten a good laugh when one of the crew members had suddenly jumped onstage in the middle of an argument over some line delivery and belted out "the hills are alive" in his best "Christian-The-Penniless-Poet-From-The-Moulin-Rouge" fashion.
Another ancient movie that had stuck around for centuries, and surprisingly was still one of the best selling holovids of all time.
Go figure.
But the impromptu performance had been the highlight of her long and tiring day.
The rest of it was filled with arguments and technical work she'd rather not think about anymore.
She'd breathed a sigh of relief as she'd finally arrived home, determined to do nothing but relax in a nice hot bath, make some tea and find some movie to watch for the night.
She refused to think about what else she could be doing, if a certain Jedi Master and Padawan were anywhere around.
Zara blushed as she remembered the last encounter she'd had with Obi and Qui.
Their energetic bout of passion had taken her several days to recover from.
It had been wonderful.
But it had been three months ago.
The duo had been sent out on continuous missions, and hadn't been able to make it back for any visits.
She frowned, wondering where they were, hoping they were safe. Not that she wanted to spend her night worrying about them, but she couldn't help it.
The three of them had formed an immediate, intense and lasting bond when they'd been thrown together months ago at the Jedi Council meeting.
They had been the only two people there willing to help her get the information and interviews she'd needed for the piece she'd done on it.
Why they'd helped her, she didn't know, but working together had somehow led to sleeping together and it had spiraled from there.
Despite how strange it sounded, she loved both of them, and knew they loved her. It might not be the most conventional relationship, but it suited them.
And the things those two could do when they put their minds together!
Zara sighed, bringing herself back to the present, body already in a low state of arousal.
She shifted uncomfortably on the couch, willing her heated body to relax. She flipped aimlessly through the programs on the video screen in front of her, hoping to find something interesting to distract her.
Smiling, she finally settled on the 'Classic Movie' channel, which ironically, happened to be showing 'Moulin Rouge.'
Not a bad way to end the night.
Especially since the actor playing Christian looked a lot like Obi-Wan.
Feeling her body still humming with arousal, she settled more comfortably into the couch and pictured Obi in Christian's role.
***
An hour later, she was sniffing as she watched Satine haltingly try to explain why she couldn't see Christian anymore. She always got teary around this part. Luckily, she always watched this movie alone, so no one would notice.
As she reached for a Kleenex, she jumped as she heard a knock on the door.
Frowning as she noted it was past 11PM, she shuffled to the door, glad she'd pulled a robe on over the short silk nightie she'd donned earlier that evening.
Staring through the peephole, she felt her breath catch.
With a small cry, she unlocked and flung open the door, throwing herself immediately at the two smiling men who stood before her.
"Well, obviously you're glad to see us."
Qui-Gon's mellow voice flowed over her body as she held both men tightly to her, breathing them in as their arms came around her.
"I think that's an understatement Master," Obi-Wan managed in a wry voice, his words softened by the smile he wore.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to attack you, I'm just so glad to see you," Zara muttered as she pulled back to smile at them.
"We're glad to see you too little one," Qui-Gon murmured as he pushed a strand of hair behind her ear, his long fingers lingering as they brushed across her cheek.
Zara felt her already overheated body begin a slow burn as she caught the flash of desire in the older man's eyes.
Her heart began to thump in triple time as her gaze slid to the padawan, who had a hungry expression in his greenish-blue orbs.
"Come in, please," Zara finally managed, pulling back far enough to let the men enter her apartment.
As they stepped inside, she slid the door closed and locked it. Turning to her guests, she grabbed each by the arm and dragged them to the sofa, settling herself comfortably between them.
"You're watching that movie again," Obi-Wan suddenly said in a wry voice as his attention was caught by something on the video screen.
Zara smiled.
"Well, it just happened to be on, and since I was thinking about you both," she began, getting a laugh from Qui-Gon.
"Not that either Obi-Wan nor I would be caught dead singing and dancing," he offered as Zara burst into laughter.
"A woman can dream, can't she?" she asked, smiling as Obi-Wan slid an arm around her shoulders, pulling her against his side.
"And would you care to tell us just what you've been dreaming of these past few months while we were gone Zara?" he whispered, brushing his lips against the shell of her ear, sending a shiver down her body at the contact.
"Obi-Wan and I have been much interested in your answer to that question," Qui-Gon murmured against her other ear.
She shuddered at the twin sensations of the master and padawan's breath against each ear.
Her arousal was quickly peaking in the presence of both seductive men.
It had been far too long.
"How about I show you instead?" she managed, before reaching up to pull Obi-Wan's mouth down to hers.
Zara moaned as she lost herself in the kiss, delighting to Obi-Wan's groan as he crushed her lips with his. Her tongue reached out to spear with his, tangling and twisting against his mouth, drinking in the familiar spicy taste that was his alone.
She shuddered as she felt Qui-Gon kissing his way across the nape of her neck, his teeth nibbling on the sensitive juncture just below her earlobe.
She couldn't help but moan against Obi-Wan's mouth as Qui-Gon nipped and licked at the spot, causing her body to shudder with pleasure.
"So sensitive, so quick to respond to our touch, it has been too long little one."
Zara barely heard Qui-Gon's whispered words as Obi-Wan's hands suddenly slid up to cup her breasts. Her strangled moan was lost against Qui-Gon's mouth as he replaced his padawan, who had turned his attentions lower.
She sighed, twining one arm around his neck, loving the way Qui-Gon tasted, just as much as his padawan.
She knew he liked the taste of Obi-Wan on her lips as well.
It was one of the little things that aroused her to no end.
She moaned as she felt him deepen the kiss, his hands sliding up and down her back, pushing her gently against Obi-Wan's hands as they stroked and rubbed her breasts.
Zara was nearly beyond control at the moment, lost in the sensation of Qui-Gon's kiss and Obi-Wan's touch. She arched her hips frantically into the air, hoping one of them would get the message and move further down her body.
The ache spreading through her system intensified as Qui-Gon's fingers slid tantalizingly lower against her waist, brushing over her naval through the silk of the teddy. She arched her hips again, holding her breath, praying he'd slip those talented fingers underneath the silk.
Coherent thought left her body with a cry then as she felt Obi-Wan take the tip of one breast into his mouth.
Her hands flew to his head, holding him tightly against her as he suckled her sensitive flesh, his free hand massaging her other breast into a hard, aching peak.
"Please, more Obi-Wan, take more of me," she managed on a low moan, gasping as he obliged.
She was so lost in the sensation of his hot, wet mouth on her skin that it came as a complete shock when she felt Qui-Gon's fingers brush over her mound.
She cried out again as she felt the Jedi Master slip one finger inside her, his thumb circling her sensitive bud with a skill that never seemed to amaze her.
It also aroused her more than anyone or anything ever had.
"Oh Qui-Gon, please, I need more of you," she managed on a strangled groan, arching desperately against him as he slipped two fingers inside her wetness.
"So hot, so sweet, so tight, oh little one, it's been too long," Qui-Gon uttered on a low moan, breathing hard as he watched his padawan lick and nip his way from her breasts to her naval.
"Tell me how she feels Master," Obi-Wan muttered, earning a soft moan from Zara and a sigh from the elder Jedi.
"She feels wonderful padawan, so wet and tight, she's more than ready for us," his master replied with satisfaction.
Obi-Wan smiled as he noted the desperation in his master's voice.
His own body was crying out desperately for release.
"Please, someone, anyone, harder," Zara moaned, delighted when she felt Qui-Gon speed up his thrusts, gasping as she suddenly felt Obi-Wan's heated breath against her center.
"What do you want Zara?" he whispered, looking directly up into her eyes.
Zara could barely form a sentence, lost in the sight of these two men, hovering between her legs, bringing her the greatest pleasure she'd ever known.
"Tell us little one, we are here to please," Qui-Gon murmured as he slipped a third finger into her tight channel.
"Please, I want your mouths on me," she managed, unashamed of the brazenness of her words.
All she knew was that she wanted them.
And she wanted them bad.
"Whatever the lady desires," Obi-Wan murmured with a quick smile for his master.
She watched, body humming as the two exchanged a mental message. She hated when they did that, feeling excluded from their thoughts.
But, on the other hand, the result was more than rewarding.
Zara cried out as she suddenly felt Obi-Wan's tongue spear against her now throbbing bud as Qui-Gon's warm lips began planting kisses against her inner thighs.
Her hips arched off the bed as Obi-Wan closed his mouth over her center, licking her in long, slow sweeps, always returning to her bud with a fervor.
Qui-Gon's fingers never stopped moving, and she wondered how in the world he managed to plant kisses up and down her thighs while stroking her into what was sure to be the most massive orgasm she'd had in months.
Thought was suddenly lost as she felt Qui-Gon's fingers twist inside her, hitting that perfect spot at the exact same instant Obi-Wan took her aching bud between his teeth and pulled.
She came with a scream that echoed off the walls as her hips thrust frantically against Obi-Wan's face and Qui-Gon's fingers.
Everything inside her seemed to come together then fall apart in a freefall that sent her soaring up to the heavens. The waves swept over and over her, as both Jedi gently slowed their actions, bringing her back to earth with gentle kisses and whispered words of love.
She sighed as Obi-Wan slid his body up hers, kissing her gently, letting her taste herself against his lips. She relished the flavor of their combined tastes, letting his tongue tangle with hers as she tugged Qui-Gon's ponytail to bring him against her.
She sighed as she turned to kiss the master, letting the waves of bliss swamp her.
***
When she finally pulled back for breath, she found herself staring into the amused and very aroused faces of the two handsomest Jedi she'd ever met.
"Wow, now that was what I call a welcome home," was all she managed, glad when both men broke out into hearty laughter.
"We aim to please," Obi-Wan murmured as he slid his hand to her breasts.
Zara moaned as she felt him knead the sensitive flesh, amazed to find her nipples hardening again.
But she wanted to touch them this time.
With a small smile, she pushed his hand away, lifting herself up so she could straddle his lap. She smiled at his groan as she pressed against his hardness, feeling a new surge of wetness fill her core as he grew against her.
"Gods, you feel so good," he muttered, his hands tangling in her hair as he brought her lips to his.
She moaned against him, arching just a bit harder against him as she felt Qui-Gon begin to plant gentle kisses against the back of her neck.
With a sigh, she adjusted herself so Qui-Gon's hardness was pressed against the small of her back, Obi-Wan's desire pulsing against her now burning center.
She smiled as she heard both men groan as each arch and retreat of her hips rubbed her tantalizingly against them.
"Gods, I need to be inside you," Obi-Wan managed around a groan as Zara flicked her tongue across his small male nipple, her nails raking down his back as one hand held him to her, the other reaching back to pull Qui-Gon closer.
"Then take me," Zara moaned, reaching one hand down to unfasten the ties at his waist.
Obi-Wan needed no further urging, and within seconds, his hardness was pressing against her softness.
"Please Obi-Wan, I need to feel you inside me, it's been too long," she managed on a strangled groan as she felt Qui-Gon's fingers reach around to stroke her breasts.
With a soft cry, Zara felt the padawan thrust upwards, burying himself to the root in her willing body. His own strangled groan let her know he was enjoying the sensation as much as she was.
For a moment, they remained still, simply absorbing the feel of being locked against and inside each other.
Then, Zara locked her gaze with his and slowly lifted herself until he was barely inside her. She gasped as she felt Qui-Gon's hands suddenly wrap around her hips, pushing her down until she enveloped him again.
Obi-Wan and Zara cried out at the sensation as they began to move, Obi-Wan thrusting upwards, his hands reaching up to knead her breasts while his master guided the motion of Zara's hips against his.
"Gods, feels so good, don't stop, please," Zara moaned, broken words and phrases spilling from her lips as she felt Obi-Wan expand inside her. The sensation of him filling her, while his master's hands guided her moves against him, his back sandwiching her between two hard chests, was nearly enough to send her over the edge.
"Oh Gods, nnnnggggghhh," was all Obi-Wan could manage as he felt his body begin to tense, the waves of ecstasy almost upon him.
"That's it padawan, take her over the edge, make her come, make her scream for us," Qui-Gon moaned in a breathy voice against her ear.
Zara felt her body teetering on the edge, the whispered words only serving to spark her desire higher and higher.
She completely lost it as she felt Qui-Gon's fingers suddenly slide down her body, slipping into her folds and tugging on her engorged bud at the exact instant Obi-Wan thrust hard and fast against her, hitting the exact right spot that sent her screaming over the edge.
Zara wondered only if she would survive the intense waves of pleasure bombarding her system. She was swept away on a passion greater than any she'd ever known as she felt Obi-Wan shudder and release himself inside her.
The feel of Qui-Gon's arousal, still pressed against her back only heightened the sensation as she let the waves carry her away, then slowly return her to the shore.
As she came down from her high, she leaned down to plant a soft kiss on Obi-Wan's lips.
"Wow," was all she could manage, earning a sleepy laugh from the padawan.
"Glad I didn't disappoint after all this time," he muttered, as Zara laughed in reply.
"Very good padawan, you learn well," Qui-Gon murmured with a smile, his body still tense and aroused, pressed tightly against Zara's back.
"I learned from the best," was Obi-Wan's reply as Zara turned her head to face the deep dark eyes of the Jedi Master.
"Well, we'll just have to see about that, won't we?" she murmured devilishly as she leaned up to capture Qui-Gon's lips in a hungry kiss.
She moaned as a fresh wave of desire hit her as Qui-Gon lifted her off his padawan's lap and up against his body. Without a second thought, she wrapped her legs around his waist, rubbing her center against the massive hardness she could feel between her thighs.
She moaned as she felt Qui-Gon's hands slide down her back while his tongue dueled with hers.
"I need you little one, are you ready for me?" he managed to mutter against her lips as he planted kisses across her jaw and cheeks.
"I'm more than ready Qui-Gon, please," Zara panted, feeling the wetness seeping from between her thighs, amazed at how ready she indeed was.
"Hold on to me," he whispered as he began to move across the room.
Zara moaned as each step pressed them closer together, their bodies rubbing against each other in all the right places.
"Qui-Gon, I need you now," she moaned, wondering where he was taking her.
The question was answered as she felt her back pressed up against the hard wall of her living room.
"How did you know?" she managed as she felt him slip two fingers inside her to test her readiness.
"You really need to ask?"
The reply came from Obi-Wan who had risen from the sofa and was watching them with heated eyes.
"Now little one, I need to feel you wrapped around me," Qui-Gon muttered as he struggled to release the ties on his pants.
With a small moan, she slid her hand down between them, helping him loosen the material until she was able to cup his hardness in the palm of her hand. Stroking him slowly, she moaned as he arched into her.
"Please Qui-Gon, I can't wait anymore," she pleaded as she positioned him against her entrance.
With a harsh groan, Qui-Gon thrust high and hard against her.
Zara cried out as she felt him bury himself in her to the hilt, stretching and splitting her body in the most pleasant way.
For a moment, Qui-Gon simply rested his head against her neck, both absorbing the familiar sensations sweeping over them.
Then, with a small groan, they began to move.
Zara moaned as she felt her head and neck slam against the wall with each powerful thrust he made, the pain lost in the intense pleasure of feeling him take her.
She'd dreamed about being taken against the wall by these men, and the reality was far surpassing her dreams.
"Please, harder," she managed, crying out against his neck as he slammed into her, his body shaking with the effort.
Zara could feel her own body nearing another, almost incredibly unbelievable peak. She moaned as she clenched her muscles tightly around him, hearing his groans as he panted against her throat.
As she teetered on the edge, she managed to pry her eyes open, only to see Obi-Wan stroking himself as he watched them, passion burning in his gaze.
The sight, combined with a powerful thrust from Qui-Gon, sent her soaring over the peak.
With another scream, Zara let herself go, clenching around him as he groaned his release into her neck.
Her third orgasm was the most powerful yet, leaving her nearly unconscious with pleasure as it washed over her. She clung tightly to Qui-Gon's neck, feeling the shudders consume his body as he spent himself inside her.
She felt more delicious aftershocks shudder through her as she heard Obi-Wan's labored breathing as he continued to stroke himself, his eyes locked on their entwined bodies.
"Go to him little one, he needs you now," Qui-Gon whispered against her ear, kissing her gently as he pulled himself from her, setting her gently on her feet.
Barely able to stand, but feeling unbelievably another surge of desire climbing her body, she wobbled over to Obi-Wan, who watched her with burning eyes.
Sighing, she sank to her knees before him.
Reaching out to pull away his hands, she slid her lips around the tip of his hardness. She smiled as she heard his strangled moan as she took him deep inside her mouth, using every trick she'd ever learned to drive him insane.
She lost herself in the taste of him as she felt his hands settle gently on her shoulders, guiding her movements as he thrust against her lips.
Wrapping one hand around the base of him, she used her lips, hands and tongue to draw him further into ecstasy.
As she felt his body tense, sensing he was close, she took a deep breath, relaxed the muscles in her throat, and took him as deep as she could.
His cry sent a bolt of pleasure through her already over stimulated system as he released himself into her mouth. She swallowed quickly, enjoying the salty taste of his passion.
When the shudders finally receded, she slid her lips from his hardness, placing a quick kiss against the tip before tilting her head up to gaze into his eyes.
"Wow," was all he could manage, earning a laugh from Zara and a chuckle from Qui-Gon, who'd watched their activities with interest.
"And on that note, I think we should move this to some place a little more comfortable," Zara managed, already feeling the muscles protesting her vigorous actions as she struggled to her feet.
With a soft sigh, Obi-Wan lifted her into his arms, smiling down into her eyes as he carried her towards the bedroom, Qui-Gon flipping off the video and turning off the living room lights as he followed.
As Obi-Wan placed her gently on the bed, she looked at them both with her heart in her eyes.
"How long can you stay?" she whispered as both Jedi settled themselves on either side of her, pulling the covers up around them.
"At least two days," Qui-Gon murmured as he buried his head in her hair, his arm tightening across her waist as he drifted off to sleep.
"Good, we've got a lot of time to make up for," was all she could manage as she snuggled down between them, smiling as Obi-Wan rested his head against her chest and closed his eyes.
She smiled as she felt waves of sleep overcome her.
Her last thought as she lost conscious was how glad she was she had the next few days free.
The End
***
(Happy Birthday Ziggy!)
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