Master Apprentice
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I don't know how long I spent in the tank; cut off from everything, including the Force, I soon lost track of time. But it was long enough that I had begun to panic and then found my centre again; a centre that was grounded in none of my senses, but in my knowledge that I exist, even if I cannot see, hear, smell, touch or taste, where even the Force cannot reach me.
When I was released at last, the room was bright and loud; the very air seemed to abrade my skin. The Force hit my body, wrapping around me with both sinuous grace and hapless haste. I barely heard as the Ronoma gave me their traditional blessing and thanks for my part in the ritual. And then they left.
But I knew I was not alone.
Amidst the brilliant colours and the Force's sweet song, I could feel the presence of another. His eyes were like a weight upon me, his breathing loud in my ears. And I could smell him, smell the heat of his skin and the musk of his arousal.
Heat and soft skin pressed against my back and I hissed as two arms wound around me. I brought one hand to my lips and tasted, a long lick across his palm. The taste of my Obi-Wan exploded over my tongue and lingered.
He placed his lips on my neck and I gasped, my shaft lengthening, hardening. His hands trailed over my chest, my stomach, and lower. His braid scrapped across the skin of my back and I gasped again, body tightening as my orgasm surged through me, the pleasure sharper than any I had ever felt.
"Love you," he said, voice low and rich, like a caress of its own. It made me shudder and grow hard once more.
I turned in his arms and looked at him. He was the same, only more so. His eyes, always changeable, seemed now to be vibrantly alive. One moment green, the next blue, they captured me. His skin seemed to glow and beneath my touch it was rich with textures, soft, rough, smooth, warm.
The room was bright and he shone within it. I touched him, picking up that glow through my fingertips.
I had never been so alive.
End.