Disclaimer: Ain't mine, yadda yadda
Rating: NC-17
Summary: More fluff, a padawan is feeling neglected. The sequel
to "Critical Thinking" (found at:
http://geocities.datacellar.net/SoHo/Workshop/3293/lair/warn.html)
It might have been the fact that Qui-Gon always has that damnable
cloak of serenity pulled around him. It might have been the fact
that we hadn't made love in what seemed weeks, despite a
promising start on Danurian.
It might have been the fact that I was tired of Council meetings
and embassy dinners and official discussions.
It might only have been the fact that I was twenty-four and in
love and felt the heat in my blood like a combination blessing
and curse.
It almost might have been the fact that despite grey in his hair
and beard, my master has the strongly muscled and fit body of a
man of thirty; he may be in the latter part of his forties, but
he was going grey when first he accepted me as padawan, so that
grey means nothing to me.
Whatever caused it, by the time we'd spent two weeks on the
largely ocean world of Tempsal, I was feeling itchy inside my own
skin, hungry for the taste of his, and decidedly....mischievous.
We were on the equivalent of a floating embassy, a ship provided
by the Governor of Tempsal, comfortable and steady in the water-
-thank the Force--and on the first free day we'd had since the
negotiations had started, I took myself up to the deck, where
Qui-Gon sat reading, and stripped down to that very skin of mine
to lie in the sun.
The Tempsali have no nudity taboo, or I probably would not have
been quite that provocative, but my more subtle actions might as
well have not taken place at all. I had, for the last week, been
flirting in a gradually more obvious manner, at least when alone
with Qui-Gon, I'd done everything but disrobe and throw
myself at him.
So, I stretched out on my stomach on the padded bench, eyes
mostly closed, just keeping them cracked open slightly to see if
Qui-Gon was finally paying any attention.
He looked at me, and despite that serene and official Jedi
expression, I felt a faint wave of startlement.
"Padawan," he began and arched an eyebrow. "Don't
you think you should put something on your skin to keep from
burning?"
"Don't have anything," I muttered and shifted, arching
my hips up as if I were simply making myself more comfortable.
Behaving, I'm afraid, a little bit like a Gelsurish pleasure boy
trying to attract a client for the evening. "I'll keep track
of the time."
Pensive look, and I could feel his eyes traveling across my body,
felt a little grin wanting to form. Always so proper on
missions--well, except when I practically knocked him down on
Danurian--and we weren't going to be back on Coruscant for weeks,
and I was damned if I was going to wait that long.
I mean, he'd claimed me, after all. What use to claim me if he
wasn't going to use me? Not that Qui-Gon would allow himself to
think in those terms, but there was something arousing about it
to me. When my master focuses on something, he really
focuses on it.
That includes me.
He rose after a moment and vanished, leaving me to scowl into the
pad beneath me, but after a moment he returned with a small tube
of sungel. "Foolish one," he murmured and nudged me to
shift over so he could sit.
I nearly purred in satisfaction when those strong fingers began
rubbing the sungel into my back. "Oh, that feels good."
Lazily.
He didn't answer, but his fingers began to move more
purposefully. "Your shoulders are tight," he murmured.
That wasn't the only thing, I wanted to say, but really, I hadn't
planned on actively seducing him in the sight of several Tempsali
sailors, I just wanted him to think about being seduced.
Or seducing. I'm not that particular.
Not when it comes to him.
His fingers slowed a bit when he reached the paler skin of my
buttocks, became almost sensual, and I opened my eyes, surprised,
looked at him over my shoulder. His expression was still serene,
still calm, but one finger stroked sungel into the cleft of my
buttocks as if he weren't doing anything out of the ordinary at
all.
I couldn't help but arch up a little into that knowing touch, but
I made a small surprised sound, and then a louder one when that
finger pressed downward against me. "Oh!"
That serene expression was going to drive me mad. He might have
been considering the Code for all I knew, while his finger worked
to open me up. His other hand was smoothing sungel on the back of
one thigh, he looked utterly unremarkable and I was suddenly
aching and hard and utterly astonished.
No wonder he drives the Council mad.
Slick sungel and he stroked that finger inside me and I almost
yelped in pleasure and amazement, had to bit my lower lip.
Lifting my head, I saw two sailors up in the rigging, a few more
just beyond the sundeck, performing their normal tasks without
paying any attention to the antics of their two passengers.
"The Code teaches us that there is no passion, only
serenity," Qui-Gon murmured and smoothed sungel on my other
thigh with his free hand. "That doesn't mean, of course,
that we give up being human, my padawan. It doesn't mean that we
don't feel desire, it merely means that we balance that desire
with the ability to live in the moment."
I put my face back into my arms, made a faint sound that was
supposed to imply agreement, but which I'm sure told him
everything he wanted to know. I pushed back up into his touch
almost involuntarily as he stroked inside me again.
"We address the needs of the moment and balance those with
our own needs." His voice was a little huskier now, which
was a relief.
I was beginning to think the man was made of stone, but no, that
wasn't a good line of thought, thinking about that hard thickness
between his legs, and without any conscious volition, I arched
again, bit back a moan.
It was really unfair, I thought, never mind I had been asking for
it for days, but for him to sit there calmly lecturing me while
simultaneously driving me out of my mind....
I felt his shadow over me, felt the heat of him even through his
tunic and his teeth grazed my nape. "You've been a very
wicked padawan," murmured, warm breath on my skin,
"You've been drawing attention to yourself and you're not
supposed to do that."
I shivered. "I only wanted yours." Small voice, but I
was still aroused to the point of shuddering.
"You have it. Always." Another nip on the back of my
neck, quick kiss in apology. "Never doubt it."
Another finger joined the first in tormenting me. Oh, Force, I
thought, he was going to make me come right here, and damned if
that didn't send another shudder of helpless pleasure through my
flesh.
"So beautiful," he murmured, and the fingers withdrew.
I nearly whimpered in protest. "Roll over," he told me.
I looked over my shoulder again in amazement. "I can't,"
I told him, and I'm afraid my tone was plaintive.
"The Tempsali have few taboos, padawan." Qui-Gon's
expression was almost amused. "And those are religious, not
sexual. Roll over."
I gaped at him, but it was as if I'd been doused with Deneb
brandy and set afire. I rolled over, my rampant shaft standing up
in almost defiance. "What are you going to do?" With a
little apprehension.
"I'm going to do what I should have done some few days
ago." Amusement beneath the serenity again and he smoothed
sungel over my chest.
Never try to outthink a Jedi master, that's all I can say. It can
be interesting, but seldom what you expect; his fingers were
teasing, plucking at my nipples, setting my nerves afire with
want, exploring every centimeter of my body, all with that same
expression, and I wanted to strangle him, I wanted him to take
me, I wanted both.
Just when I thought I was going to suffer spontaneous combustion,
he stopped touching me, rose and pulled off his tunic. I stared
at him, too far gone to think past yes, yes, yes!
He didn't remove his leggings, only opened them and when he
lowered himself over me, the sensation of the fabric on my inner
thighs was fresh fuel to the fire. "Is this what you
want?" Almost tenderly.
"I want you," I told him helplessly. "And I don't
care how." No shame, just a simple fact. I didn't care how,
never mind that we had a potential audience numbering about
twenty.
He rubbed his thumb over my lower lip, I nipped at it. "You
have me," he murmured, "However you like." His
mouth came down over mine as his shaft pressed inward against me.
I raised my knees, groaning into his mouth, completely without
shame, felt the burn, even with the sungel. He bit my lower lip.
"I do love you, my Obi-Wan." And then, with one smooth
thrust, he was all the way inside.
It wasn't fair, I thought distantly and felt that thought echo--
along our link. I'm sure my surprise must have shown in my face;
his did, and then his expression changed again. "Ah, love, I
have neglected you, I'm sorry." Softly and then
another kiss, this one tender, deepening into passion.
I felt both emotions flood along the link, melted in the heat of
it and arched upward.
Slow at first, but with growing need, both of us, and he didn't
hold back, didn't tease me, reached between us and stroked my
arousal ruthlessly, bringing me along faster and faster.
I buried my face in his throat and muffled my cry when I came,
felt him shudder to completion a moment later. The familiar
mindlink between us, that awareness of him, had deepened, it felt
new and a little frightening, but also....amazing.
His breathing slowed, but his arms didn't loosen.
"Better?" Softly, huskily.
I opened my eyes, peered at the sailors, who had gone on with
their duties, evidently. "Um. Yes." Breathlessly.
"I suppose they all report to the Governor."
He chuckled, nipped at my throat. "He already thinks we're
lovers, my Obi-Wan, he congratulated me on my taste."
I blushed, felt the heat from head to toe. "Oh, Force."
Feelingly.
Another chuckle. "I assured him this was not the usual state
of affairs, and he agreed that you, my love, are hard to
resist."
A faint sense of pleasure at that and I kissed his throat.
"Now how do we get out of this without causing more
scandal?"
"I think I must set you to studying Tempsali ways, my
padawan." Amused again, but he kissed me deeply.
"Clearly, you are behind in your studies."
I felt the last faint throb of pleasure, sighed as he withdrew.
"Clearly," I agreed and let my mouth curve.
"Perhaps I need further guidance."
His eyes glinted. "I think perhaps you do," he told me,
and his smile was full of promise.
I couldn't help but wonder if he had set the stage for this
himself, snickered softly to myself.
Never try to outthink a Jedi master.
Especially one who knows you nearly as well as you know yourself.
fini
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