Dialog In a Small Bed

by Ruth Gifford (lady_volumna@yahoo.com)

Category: PWP

Spoilers: none

Archive: MA

Summary: answer to Emu's erection challenge; ficlet in dialog format

Disclaimer: George blah . . . not making any money . . . blah . . . just for fun . . . blah . . . no copyright violation intended . . . blah . . .

Notes: Hey Emu! I answered your challenge, how about you answering mine? I didn't even put any tickling in this one! Also, the general populace should not that this was scribbled off and only spell-checked. Enjoy!

"Is that an erection, Obi-Wan?"

"Yes, Master. Would you please move your arm; your elbow is getting a little close there."

"Sorry, this bed, if you can call it that, was not meant for two."

"Or even one, if that one is someone of your size, Master."

"You seem to be rather sizable yourself, Padawan."

"Master!"

"Why are young people such prudes? I worry about you."

"I am not a prude. It's just . . . You're my Master. Can't you just tactfully ignore something that is perfectly normal and let me get a little more sleep?"

"All right, you're not a prude."

"Are you sure you're not a prude, Padawan? You're blushing."

"Yes Master I am. Honestly, didn't you ever have to share a bed with your Master? Did your morning erection get commented on?'"

"'Hurt someone with that, you could.'"

"He really said that?"

Yes. I thought I'd just sink into the mattress with sheer mortification."

"So why did you have to say something that makes me want to do the same?" <slightly hurt tones>

Because if anyone is going to sink anything anywhere, I'd prefer you sunk that" <brush of hand> "somewhere useful."

"Master?"

"Obi-Wan, you stand out in the Living Force like a flash beacon. All heat and fire and need. I had no idea you really felt this way."

"I've been trying to hide it."

"Why?" <another brush of a hand, this time firmer>

"Ohhh . . . because I thought you'd give me the `crush lecture.'" <squirming> "Master, is that what I think it is?"

"All for you, Padawan."

"Your Master was right."

"I shouldn't have said any . . . Obi!"

"Mummmph?"

"Gods! So good . . ."

"Mmmmmmm . . ."

"Yes, love, like that . . . so hot . . ."

"You taste wonderful."

"Wait, I don't . . . Ooooooooo . . ."

"Mmmphhhh."

"I want to . . . oh yes . . . please you . . . ahhhhhhh."

"You are. Talk to me. Put your hands on my head or my neck. Feel me working to please you."

"You sure? I . . . oh yes Obi!"

"Mmmmm . . . I get off on this, Qui. Hold me down and talk dirty."

"Oh yes Padawan, that's it . . . ohhhh . . . suck me . . . work me over with that tongue of yours."

"Mmmmmmmm . . ."

"Be good for your Master . . . that's right . . . ahhhhhh . . . I can . . . oh . . . feel your throat working . . . take me deeper, Obi . . . yes, that's good."

"Hmmmmmmmm."

"Oh stars!!! Yes Obi-Wan . . . oh yes . . . take it all in . . . oh gods . . . so hot, so wet . . . I'm . . ."

"Hold my braid and come down my throat, Master. Please?"

"YES! Oh yes . . ."

"Mmmmm. I was wrong, Master."

"Hmmm?"

"You taste more than wonderful."

"Gods, Obi-Wan, I had no idea . . ."

"You weren't supposed to."

"Is it all right that I do now?"

"That depends, Master." <laughing>

"On what, my talented Padawan?"

"You're blushing again, Obi-Wan. Please, if you want something from me, love, you have to let me know what it is."

"Um I have this fantasy . . . er . . . about your hair . . ."

"Protein, I understand, is very good for dry hair like mine."

"Oh good, Master!"

The End