Title: Hit So Hard

Title: Hit So Hard By Padawan Engels Hasse (engelhasse@yahoo.com) Author's Note: I based this total PWP on the lyrics of Hole's song. It always struck me as talking about this sort of thing, but I never wrote anything. Until now. Viola! Archive: SWAL, Master Apprentice, anywhere else just ask. Pairing: Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan, who else? Rating: NC-17 Category: Romance, PWP, songfic Warnings: None, just explicit PWP. Spoilers: None. Feedback: Yes please! Engelhasse@yahoo.com Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, God Lucas does, but how could I resist? Tenplí was behind this one, I swear, he's conspiring with my muse to write more PWP. Oh well. Don't bother suing me, I'm not worth it. I'll put them back. Hit So Hard Put me up above the boy... Dreaming. Totally alone, then *he's* there. There around me, comforting me, caressing me, his large hands smoothing out my muscles, his delectable lips smoothing out my frown. I was in pain before, but now he's here, nothing can hurt me. I am invincible in his arms. He wouldn't have it otherwise. The one I love I should destroy... It's forbidden, I know. We can't help it. Love can never be helped, it merely happens, and may the gods curse whoever would stand in it's way. We are one when we're together, and only bleeding halves apart. My time with him is short, we will try to stay together after I achieve another dream. Until then we will savor the taste of our love, forbidden by the Council or not. My sweet tooth has burned a hole... I want him so badly. I have him, I know that much, but I want him here in my dreams, where he should be with be me always. Even in this hidden place, our unconscious minds wind together, and share everything. But I want him selfishly. We are Jedi first, then humans, but my love as a human for him as a human declares him to be the most important thing in my life. I can't let that be. The mission should come first, before us. And many times it does. But when we're alone, hell to the Council, we are foremost in each other's hearts, and damn the Council if they try to stop it. By day they rule our lives, but by night we can be alone, together. Forget about it all... Hell with the Council. I can feel my body anyway, and *he* is against me, dreaming the same as I. He wants me as I want him. I can't concentrate on my dislike for the Council if he keeps rubbing his groin against my leg. Or when his lips are touching mine. He hit so hard I saw stars... Awake. The shock of reality. My Master is leaving small circles of his hands' pattern in my skin, and despite my control, he's driving me insane. I don't know if he's awake or asleep himself, or maybe in that cloudy in between place where they merge. But that's not likely. I see it. The smile curving his lips means he is quite awake, and deliberately tormenting me at that. He's cold give him a candycoat... He moans, and I can do nothing but kiss him. His beard itches my neck, but I love it all the same. Love, desire, lust, I want him now, all of him, heart, mind and body. He wants that too. I know him, we meld minds, and I can feel his delight in my pleasure. I now seek to return it with not my hands, but my lips. "Too cold, my Padawan. Come closer for the warmth," he teases. He can't swim but he can float... I smirk at his veiled reference to our first time, snuggled up together in the cold of an ice planet, when we accidentally opened minds, and then afterwards, bodies. I seek to quiet him, rendered him senseless with a trickle of hot kisses down his strong throat and across his face. I lick at his shoulder, nipping it lightly, and his arm. The inside of his bicep is quiet sensitive, so I've learned. He seems to be hovering in pleasure, unable to move but only exist to receive all I am giving him. I want him to receive, in this I will dominate, at least tonight. Tomorrow may lead to another story. One by one they all fall down... His barriers, the little he keeps up around me, are failing and I can feel his unbridled lust and love for me pour into my mind. I bask in it, the glorious feeling of happiness and security in love surrounding us both as my own shields falter, and he receives the same from me. I take advantage of his distraction, and gently bite at his hardened nipple. He groans, and I can but grin. I look at him and drown... I kiss every centimeter of his skin that I can reach, sinful in its rich flavor. I cannot desire any other food than this, the ambrosia of the gods present in his very pores. He is a god to me. I am barely worthy to love him, but he loves me also, and by that I am astounded. I stroke his desire, knowing how badly he wants it also. I hold back, and kneel up from between his legs. The vision of him lying back on the bed is shocking. His eyes are closed, trembling with anticipations, and his hands are left above his head, quivering slightly. He quakes, waiting for my next movement. He depends on me for this, and I am all too eager to oblige him, and love him. He's so candy my downfall... I can but stare at him, this beautiful man laid open n every level for me and me alone. I lightly stroke his thighs, and he moans as I near where he wants me to touch. I know his desires, as he knows my own, and I will take him, and love him, if he lets me. He allows it, and I can sense his own hope that he can love me too. I assure him he has, and he settles back, awaiting me. Melts in my mouth until he's nothing at all... I bend to him, and kiss his arousal, hard and thick, pulsing with blood. The large vein on the underside I lick, and he groans as I suck him in tightly, covering my teeth with my lips. I have always desired to do this to him, to bring him the same pleasure he has brought me in this fashion. The slight stubble of my cheeks scratches a side as I release him, and cover his organ with kisses. This keeps me, I can't sleep... I couldn't imagine that only a few minutes ago I was sleeping. This is too good for me to have missed for one moment. I can feel his pleasure as his hands stray down to my head, clasping my spiky hair. I smile as I suck harder, running my tongue delicately over his shaft, feeling it pulse. He's coming soon, I can tell. He rages to be true... I hear a groan of pure ecstasy from above me, and relax my throat, letting him in. I can feel his organ swell slightly, then I am swallowing his seed as he comes into me. It is perfect, and I can taste him on my tongue as I lick my lips clean, slurping up any mess I made. There is none, but I can't resist one last lick at him. He moans, and I kiss him, sharing with him his taste, as he has done for me before. He smiles under my lips, and lets his tongue slide along mine. He hit so hard I saw gods... I can feel his need beneath me, his desire to let me take my own pleasure. We meet eyes, and he nods. I am nervous but we both want this bond, I above him. I kiss my way down his delectable torso, muscled so perfectly I could be drawn into staring at him for more than I have this night. There is nothing else but him, I am convinced. And I want to be part of him. Inside him. Oh man...I saw stars... I lick at him now, sliding my tongue under his testes and down to the bitter salty ring that I want to penetrate. I lick at him, laving it carefully with my tongue so it will cause as little pain to my lover as possible. He moans in readiness, and I slowly push into him, filling him with the evidence of my desire. My love fills his mind, and he succumbs to me, thrusting his hips against me. I pull his legs over my shoulders, and seat myself fully in his tight channel. I can feel the small nub inside of him that will bring his pleasure, and I am delighted to find that he is hard again already. So much for stamina of youth, he has more than I! Look at the pretty lights... We begin moving together, he trying to impale himself further onto me, and me shoving myself deeper into him. I wrap my hands around him, not to let him get away without his due ecstasy, and I can feel him squeezing at me, driving me more crazy than I am. I let my love for him flow over us, and he returns it in kind as we move together, this primal rhythm shaking us. It almost frightens me, that I need him so much, but I would have it no other way. He cries out beneath me, and squeezes as he comes. His seeds spills over our bodies, and my own releases in thick white clouds of heaven into his body. Just one big shiny flag... I lay on my lover's body, breathless from our shared passion. He moans my name, and I can only whisper in his mind his own. I feel his chest rise with a contented sigh, and my name upon his lips, "Obi-Wan." I draw my waning strength, and before blissful darkness of exhaustion falls over us, and breathe his own name, "Qui-Gon." I've set him straight tonight... Oh man, he hit so hard I saw stars He hit so hard I saw God.