Rating: NC-17 for sweaty, sticky sex
Disclaimer: Um, Lucas, I’m just gonna borrow this for a bit, I’ll return it as soon as I can.
Summary: So what did Obi-Wan do for all those years out in the desert?
Note: I started this WAY back one day when I’d said something to Emmy about wanting wet Padawan. Well, it ain’t the Padawan, but he does get wet. Kendra, prepare to swoon. :)
Another note: No beta, hate to post something that might read awful, but I’ve been putting off the series for too long. And at the risk of being a tease, the next part probably won’t be done until after school’s out.
The twin suns shown bright in the empty sky above Tattooine. It seemed they shone their strongest just before they began to set.
"Tell, me again why we're on this Force forsaken planet?" You ask your companion.
"Because it's Force forsaken, which makes it safe," he says flatly. He's used to this line of questioning. You seem to replay it every day, though now it's become more for amusement than anything else.
"It's hot." You say as you pout.
"But it's far away."
"It's dry."
"But it's home for now."
You let your face droop and let out a deep sigh. "Only because you're here."
"Yes, and because you're with me."
You move across the thick brown fabric blanket that shields you from the scorching sand. You take his hand in yours and trace the rough skin. His palms had always been rough, covered with thick calluses from hours of handling a lightsaber, whether training or fighting. They seem even coarser now, but from something entirely different survival.
You had to concede that he had made this new survival as comfortable as possible. A home hidden away, carved into the mountains that jutted out a lonely existence in the Jundland Wastes of the Tattooine deserts.
You move his hand in between both of yours, tracing the weary patterns on his palm. Hands that had been a part of etching out the future of the galaxy. Hands that had struck down Sith. Hands that had struck down his own apprentice.
You try to think of more cheerful things. You release his hand and reach for a Gava fruit. The cool, moist air of the cave provides sufficient conditions to yield some night growing fruits and vegetables. It helps add some variety into the bland diet of a desert dweller. In the secluded canyon outside the cave, you have two evaporators where you farm the moisture that the two of you drink and use to bathe occasionally.
"Ben?"
"Hmm?"
"Don't you ever feel lonely out here?"
"It's just has lonely here where we are lost among no one, than on Coruscant where we are lost among many."
You ponder what he's said a moment. Sometimes it's frustrating when he spouts his cryptic wisdom. It was something he learned from his Master well. He's beginning to resemble Qui-Gon you think. His hair is turning silver at his temples and it is growing longer and unruly. He sports a rough beard that spreads across his cheeks and his chin. Others might find him to look old and worn, but you find him looking more and more beautiful every day. The Force had waned from him since Anakin's demise, but now it flows through him, peeking out of every orifice like a human glow rod.
This thought makes you giggle and you catch his attention.
"And what is so amusing my love?"
"Oh, nothing, silly bantering in my head," you assure him as you lean against him. You bite into your fruit and savor the sweet juices that escape into your mouth. You move your hand up to your chin to wipe away a stray drop that has run from your mouth. But he stops you.
He leans close and closes his lips onto the drop of sweet Gava, then kisses the spot on your chin that it had covered.
"I know this is tough, my dear. But you do if for me, right?"
"Of course, Ben." You take your small hand and run it down his face, enjoying the tickle of his beard. You move your face to his, replacing your hand, and enjoy his warmth and prickly stubble on your once porcelain skin. Both of you are bronzed from Tattooine's tormenting suns, and wrinkled from the excruciating winds.
Still cuddled up to him you say, "You know, I think I miss the rain most."
This comment catches him off guard and he grins. "Yes, we've had some fun in the rain haven't we?"
"I think my favorite was that evening on Alderaan."
He chuckles. "Hmm, Qui-Gon was quite perturbed at our lack of civility at the palace." He smiles at the memory, then it fades as his thoughts turn to his former Master.
You cuddle up to him more and circle your arms around his neck. He buries his face into your shoulder and the rough fabric of your tunic.
Not even time has healed his wounds. You used to think that maybe you could, but that wasn't the answer either. You knew that it was something Obi-Wan would have to come to terms with himself. It had been years, but added onto the pain of Anakin's fall into darkness, the old wounds had opened and were torn even deeper into his soul.
You turn the mood back to the joyful memories. "I remember how you looked that night. The way the rain soaked into your Jedi tunics. You had shed your outer robe and the light fabric was clinging to you in ways that should have gotten us thrown out of the palace. That was when I first knew I loved you, Ben."
"And even after all this time you still insist on playing that infernal game with my name."
"Obi-Wan isn't you anymore." After this statement you realize you've struck a nerve within him. "Now, I don't mean this in a negative way. But search inside, and you know it's true. You are a different person and you have been since Naboo. Obi-Wan was a child, a Padawan, a learner. You are strong, a leader, a teacher, and a Jedi Knight. Besides, I like to call you Ben."
"It makes me sound like an old man."
"You are old," he frowns as you say this, but you add quickly, "at least inside."
"Great, now I'm Old Ben."
"No, you're my Ben." With those words you pull him into a kiss. He tastes of salt and sand, kind of gritty, but definitely delicious. He delves into the warm cavity of your mouth, exploring it with his tongue. He moves a hand up and down your back, stroking the heat that is building within you.
You feel the oddest thing next. Something soft and heavy hits your hair. Then the side of your face, then your bare arm. It's moist.
You break the kiss and look up to see drops of condensation dropping onto the two of you and the blanket beneath you.
"Ben!" You shout, just as you are about to exclaim that it is a miracle, you noticed the evaporator nearby spewing moisture about. You smirk and look at your lover. "Did you do that?"
Obi-Wan shrugs and tackles you to the blanket. "You said you missed the rain."
"Oh, Ben," you sigh then melt into his embrace.
Before long the two of you are stripped down to your knickers and frolicking in the wasted spray from the condenser. Water is a precious bounty out here, but you are both so wrapped up into each other, you just overlook it.
You scream as he catches up to you again and pulls you to the sand in a heap. Now you are both covered in sand grains, but it doesn't matter. He wipes some sand away from your face and looks down into your eyes.
"You know, love, you're what keeps me sane." He pulls me you up to him and presses his face into your neck. Part of you warms with his admission, and the other part of you wishes you could just sink back into the sand not wanting that particular responsibility.
But as his mouth devours yours that worry just makes its way back into the farthest corner of your mind and huddles there like a child sent to the corner for misbehaving.
The two of you are thoroughly drenched now as the drops become more and more scarce, the supply of the evaporator fully expensed. He stands and pulls you up and you take a moment to drink in the sight of his mostly bare body. He still performed katas with diligence and combined with the hard life of the desert his body was definitely denying his age. Though almost to his forties he still looked and felt to you like the young Padawan you had fell in love with all those ages ago.
A water droplet makes a languid journey down his torso, only to be swallowed by the already saturated fabric of his cut off leggings. He watches your eyes as they follow the trail and he basks in the feeling of you watching him. After the drop has long disappeared you realize there is something else in that general vicinity that attracts your attention. All your bare, wet skin, and the horseplay has definitely turned his attentions somewhere else. His desire for you is evident by the bulge in the wet fabric that covers him.
In turn he stares longingly at the now transparent fabric covering your chest. His gaze burns into you and you feel your own arousal as your nipples harden and tingle, aching for his caress. You tease him with a coy glance and run your hands over your breasts. A feral moan escapes him and he crosses the space between you in leap.
Then his hands are replacing yours, covering every inch of your exposed flesh and grasping at the moist fabric that covers the rest of you. Suddenly he rips open the small undergarment that covers your torso, and you gasp at the roughness of his hands. You're amazed at how good those callused hands feel against your tender flesh and his name falls incoherently off your lips.
He does have the good sense to press you down into the burly fabric of the blanket this time, saving you from the experience of sand grains in delicate places. Even though the sand always did seem to find it's way into every nook and cranny of house and body in this Force forsaken place of the galaxy.
Obi-Wan nuzzles your neck, bringing your sighs of pleasure to the surface and out into the hot air.
"I want you, love," he murmurs into the skin on your neck. His breath is raspy with desire and you know he can't wait much longer before he takes you.
"Ben," you sigh breathlessly into the hot air. The moisture and sweat from your aching bodies hangs in the air until the heat crushes it back down upon you.
Obi-Wan sweeps you up into his arms and carries you into the rock cut bungalow you share. Once inside and to the soft bantha hide on the bed he rids you of your remaining clothes and lowers his hot mouth to your breast. Taking it into his teeth he gently bites at your nipple and you moan in pleasure. Then he replaces his teeth with a swirling tongue. As he continues his sweet torture to your bosom, his hand wanders down to the short curls between your legs.
Obi-Wan groans when he finds you wet and not from the little ‘rainshower' outside. He delves his rough fingers into you, circling your clit with his thumb. His hard-worked skin is coarse against your sensitive skin, but it mixes just the right amount of pain and pleasure.
You cry out his name and he no longer can contain his need. He plunges into you, his large shaft filling you, and your muscles constrict around him. He pulls out of you to the tip then slowly slips back in. He repeats the movement, slowly building the friction between his skin and yours until you are both voicing your desires.
"Ben!" You cry out and he pumps into you faster. You're both fully drenched in sweat and sex, your bodies sliding together in a perfect dance of lust. " Oh, yes, Ben, there. Oh, please!"
"Oh, love, yes, come for me. Scream for me!"
You comply on instinct and scream syllables of nothingness into the small room. You shake as the first wave of orgasm washes over you, and tighten your hands around your lover's bare shoulders. Obi-Wan groans as your muscles tighten around him and he releases his seed into you, quivering in ecstacy. You release your grip on his shoulders and trace your palm down his face.
"Love you," you manage to whisper as Obi-Wan penetrates you one last time, then lowers himself down to your breasts to rest his head. Together you listen to each other's breathing slow and the audible sounds of your heartbeats are no longer penetrating the air.
"Love you," Obi-Wan replies as he rolls to his side and pulls you to him. He nuzzles his head into the back of your neck and breathes in the smell of his scent on you, marking you as his.
But you can not fall asleep in his arms until you say what has been creeping up on you, sulking at the back of your mind.
"I'm leaving for Mos Eisley tomorrow," you finally manage to say out loud.
"I know," Obi-Wan answers as if he'd already known exactly what you were about to voice, then just pulls you closer to his naked body.
You'll save the rest for tomorrow; tonight you just want to feel at home in his embrace…even though you're both sticky with sweat and sand.
TBC
