Pillow Talk
by  Padawan's Pet

Rating:  NC-17

Spoilers:  None

Summary:  Obi-Wan spends time alone with his fantasies

Archive:  M_A

Disclaimers:  Not mine, dammit!

Feedback:  Sure, if you want:  padawan64@mindspring.com

Notes:  This little bit of fluff was written a while back
for my best friend, Linda, who asked me to write this
for her one night when we were up late chatting, after
I brought up the image of Obi-Wan pleasuring himself
in his Master's bed.  Linda, you inspire me!

Anyway, she *urged* me to share it, since it fit in with
the Merry Month of Masturbation challenge.

It's nothing big, just a short little scene.  Anyway,
for what it's worth, here it is.  
 

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The orange glow of the Coruscant sky at sunset
permeated the still, quiet space of the quarters;
the only sound being that of the steady stream
of water running in the adjoining room.  

Tiny shimmering droplets of water slithered down
the young man's body, caressing every line,
every curve of his strong form, washing away
every trace of dirt and perspiration from the
exertion of his earlier sparring session with his
Master.

Stepping out of the 'fresher stall, Obi-Wan
dried himself, wrapping the towel around his
waist and padded across the floor back into
the main room of the shared quarters.  As he
headed toward his room, he paused; turning
around, his gaze fell on the empty bed that lay
before him.

His Master's bed.  

Obi-Wan spent many a night dreaming of lying
in that bed, his body pressed against the soft,
cool sheets; feeling the glorious weight of his
Master's strong body over him, loving him,
caressing him.

Claiming him.

Obi-Wan felt  a spark of arousal course through
his body, feeling the insistent throbbing settle in his
groin.  A wave of desire and lust rushed through
him, leaving him trembling and aching with need.

Glancing at the window, Obi-Wan noted the
darkening sky and knew his Master would be
returning soon.

But not for a little while longer.

Obi-Wan walked over to his Master's bed and
stood beside it, gazing at the neat and tidy manner
in which it was left.  His Master was always prudent
about leaving things neat and in order.  He smiled
mischievously as he began to pull back the covers,
wanting nothing more than to slip between the
sheets and feel those soft, cool sheets against his
skin.

Sliding between the covers, Obi-Wan shivered as
he felt the soft cotton brush against the sensitive
flesh of his demanding erection.  Lying back against
the mattress, he closed his eyes, imagining his Master
over him, those strong lips pressed urgently against
his, devouring him; those strong hands gliding over
his body, possessively exploring every inch of him.

Obi-Wan slid his hand down to his aching erection,
wrapping his fingers around it, beginning to pump it;
imagining it was his Master's strong fingers that encircled
his needy flesh; his Master's fingers that would bring him
to ecstasy with skilled fingers.

A moan escaped his lips as he turned over onto his
stomach, his hands still wrapped tightly around his
throbbing erection, his hips lifted slightly off the mattress,
and he buried his face into his Master's pillow.

The unmistakable scent of the almond-scented shampoo
that his Master had always used on his luxurious, silky
mane of hair filled his nostrils.  He inhaled deeply, savoring
the scent that filled his mind with images of his Master; of
the long, silky strands of hair cascading about his strong
shoulders, swirling about when he joined his Padawan in
a sparring match.  How Obi-Wan loved those moments
when he stood close enough to his Master to catch just
a hint of that luscious almond scented mane.

How many times did he want to just bury his face
in his Master's hair, inhaling the fresh, warm scent,
intoxicating him.  How he longed to feel those soft,
silky strands brush against his flesh as his Master's
head moved down, down....

With his other arm, Obi-Wan grasped the pillow and
pressed it against his body, feeling the softness of the
cool cotton against his heated body, imagining it to be
his Master's body pressed against him.

"Master...", he whispered, "Oh, please...take me..."

The sound of his urgent moans and soft whispers
broke the quiet of the darkened, empty quarters.

Wrapping his legs around the bottom of the pillow,
he began to thrust his hips upwards, his hand still
wrapped around his aching erection, feeling himself
racing towards the edge; wanting more, needing more.

Releasing his hand from his needy flesh, he began to
thrust into the pillow, gasping at the feel of the cool
cotton against his demanding erection.  He held the
soft, downy pillow against him with both arms wrapped
around it, imagining it to be his Master's strong, beautiful
body that he was clinging to in such desperate need.

He began moving faster, crying out into the darkness
and stillness of the room, yearning, begging....

"Ohhhh, Master, yes.....yessss!"

Hips bucking wildly, Obi-Wan felt himself tumble
over the edge into pure ecstacy as he came hard,
pumping his release onto the cool, soft cotton of his
Master's pillow, feeling the hot fluid bathe his belly
and chest.  His body shuddering with the intensity
of his orgasm, Obi-Wan rolled over onto his back,
breathing hard, still holding the pillow against his
trembling body.  

"....Master....", he sighed into the stillness of the room.

He didn't even notice the shadow of the tall figure
standing there by the door, watching, waiting....


~End~


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