Guess Again

by Fishgoat (master_fishgoat@yahoo.com)

Category: PWP, POV

Rating: NC-17

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Archive: Master and Apprentice. If you want it, ask.

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Summary: "Guess", from Qui-Gon's point of view.

Notes: It is not necessary to have read "Guess" first, but it helps.

Control. It's the hallmark of a Jedi. Control of the Force. Control of one's Self. To a certain extent, the control of one's environment and the people within it. Loss of control is usually something to be avoided.

Or so the council tells me.

Too often, however, when a Jedi loses that control, they lose everything. An explosion would cause less damage. Control is fine. Learning how to regain control once it is lost is a far more valuable asset. Losing and gaining control at will.

Too many Jedi forget how, or arrogantly believe they will never lose it. Unfortunately the nature of our vocation often tests our control past the breaking point.

Tonight I will again test my padawan. Test his limits. And beyond. With any luck this will be an interesting evening, as my control will be tested as well.

I have started a game with him, a game of controlling his emotions and responses during sex play, and regaining control once it is lost. He has become quite proficient at it. Too good, in fact. He hasn't lost control in over a month. Time to up the ante. Force willing, I will be well rewarded tonight.

This is one test I wouldn't mind failing occasionally.

I sit beside Obi-Wan as he lies on the bed, waiting. You are so beautiful, my love, when you are blindfolded. So potent and vulnerable all at once. Can you guess how I tremble within? How I quake when I touch you? Come, play this game with me. Guess what I use to tease you.

As usual he recognises the first two items without incident or hesitation. The third item, the feather, he also guesses instantly, but deliberately refrains from giving the answer. Imp. Trying to take your pleasure during your lessons? Naughty, naughty. I stop moving the feather on his navel and answer his unspoken question.

"You know the rules: guess, or I stop."

I hear him sigh. "Feather," he says.

"Ah-ha! So you WERE feigning ignorance," I chuckle. I see him stiffen slightly and I smirk. He knows he's in trouble now. Let's see....

I run my long hair over his body, making him moan and sigh in arousal. I have to use a slight Force push to keep his hands away. I am surprised. Losing control already? That is very unlike you, padawan. I wonder what is troubling you. I pause, wondering if we should discuss it now, then decide not to. I expect I will find out soon enough. For now....

I pause above him, my hair just tickling his stomach.

"H-hair," he whispers, struggling for control.

The soft strands tease his legs and face. I let the full weight of my hair stroke his abdomen. Before he can grab me I switch to licking his ear. He moans the answer, relaxing under my ministrations, losing tension. That's it, love. Let your anticipation go.

I run my tongue over his face, trace his eyebrows delicately through the silk and taste his lips. Oh, how I want to consume your glorious mouth! I let that thought slide away, returning to the Now. It is too soon to even think of giving in to my desires.

My tongue caresses his cheek, teasing the corner of his mouth. I am mapping his jaw when the feeling returns. Fear, with the bitter tang of forboding to it. A premonition, then. I frown. Leave the the future be, my love. I want you here. Now. "Feel, don't think," I remind him, tracing the lines of his neck.

I smile against his shoulder as he chuckles at my word play. I am pleased that he has released his fear, yet his control is not what it has been. This may be the day he goes over the edge. I must not let him suspect what I plan to do.

I lull him with tender licks to his arms and fingers. I distract him with belligerent slickness along his hip and thigh. I torture him with feather-soft tickles along his feet and toes. He is moaning now, not entirely in pleasure.

"Ah...Qui!....tease..." he pleads.

"You wish me to tease you more? Certainly."

"No!" he yelps. With much effort he gains back his control, sending the distracting emotions into the Force. Calmer, he effortlessly names the next four objects of torment. He even manages not to become agitated as the hot wax spills on one sensitive nipple. I feel him becoming complacent, and just a tiny bit cocky.

Enough. Lust, you can control. Fear. Vexation. Pain. Anticipation, as well. Let us see how well you fare with your Anger.

With a grunt I get off the bed and pad barefoot into the common room. Carefully, quietly, I remove a small, wriggly creature out of the terrarium. Master Gallia assured me of its efficacy, of its talent in increasing Force sensitivity to certain stimuli despite its nauseating appearance. Now is the time to play out my plan.

I return to the bedroom. I can feel his curiosity brush me with silent questions.

I gingerly hold the grub between my fingers and flick at his foreskin. The result is immediate.

"! ...what...!?"

"That's for me to know and you to guess. Now concentrate."

I deftly stroke the larva over his straining cock, driving him insane with lust. Ah, how wondrous you are in your abandon. Would I could just let you ride this out, while I watch your sweet cum paint your belly. I continue to tease him, seeing him so close to release. I am sorry, love. That will not happen just yet. I chuckle to myself.

A few more strokes, anmd then I release the grub onto his stomach. Immediately he realizes exactly what I have done and shakes the grub at me threateningly.

"You...you used a...Force!...an Alderaanian Tuber Grub for...for...Qui-Gon!"

Deliberately, I laugh at his discomfiture. "Ah, love, I had no idea you were so--"

"I HATE grubs!!"

My laughter turns to howls, tears streaming down my face. "I'm disappointed, Obi-Wan. Master Gallia assured me that the experience would be well worth any squeamishness." I sigh in mock dismay, taking the grub from his hand. "Ah, well, she did say it would only work once...back into the terrarium with you, little one." Still chuckling, I return to the common room, feeling his anger build as I return the grub to its home. I lick my lips in anticipation and trepidation mixed. Have I pushed him too far this time?

I return to the room only to find myself thrown onto the bed. His eyes blaze at me, no longer hidden. Yes! I cry silently. Still, I frown, keeping up the charade.

"Obi-Wan, the blind--"

With a growl he grabs my hair and pull me in for a hard kiss. Releasing me, he locks my gaze with his.

"Let's try THIS game, Master," he hisses silkily.

His control is going. I can feel it. Sharp teeth grab me by the throat and slam me onto the bed. I half-heartedly try to fight him off, battling to rein in my own intense desire. I could fling him across the room if I needed to. But I must not. Not if I want this to work. I want him to come close to that dark abyss, oh so much.

I roughly push him onto his back, knowing this will infuriate him in his current state. Surprisingly, he moves with me and flings me onto my back. On the floor. I taste a moment of fear, then shove it aside brutally. Fear will not help me here.

I feel how your control has shredded, my Obi-Wan. Let us see now how you bring it back.

I surrender to his assault, arching my throat in submission, wrapping my legs around him. I feel the change in him instantly. Oh, he's no less demanding, but he has skirted away from the Darkness I still feel in him, relinquishing himself to the Light. Joy and love and well as animal need emanate from him, filling me with impossible longings.

He is in me suddenly, taking me without warning, and I suddenly realize that the tables have truly turned. The tatters of my control are torn away, the ecstacy burning through me like some virulent acid, etching desire into my nerves. There is no serenity here, only passion. There is a moment when my own need and lust threaten to send me careening into dissolution. I cannot stop myself. I feel...terrified.

That terror guts me, razor sharp. All pretense of mastery is gone. My soul is bare to him. All my lust. All my want. A thousand and one feelings I would have rather kept hidden. And yet...I feel so utterly, utterly free.

The master, it seems, has learned something new.

One last thrust. I find my soul spiralling upward and outward, merging with my lover. My joy cries out from me. In that blazing moment we are One. No barriers. The Force joined with us. No longer alone, I feel Serenity at last.

Oh, my Obi-Wan. How do you do this to me?

We slowly return to the waking moment, awash in mutual tenderness and love. I cradle him in my arms, more precious to me than all the riches of all the star systems in the Galaxy. Our breathing gradually calms, slowing in time to our heartbeats.

He moves to take his weight off me; I grunt in pain as he slides out of me. Concerned, he meets my gaze.

"Qui-Gon...." he asks, "Are you alright?"

Oh, my heart. I am so much more that just alright. "Just a small discomfort, love," I smile in lazy satiation.

Relief flows from him. "You really shouldn't tease me like that." Kisses and nibbles punctuate his words. I hear his hiss of dismay at what he has done to my neck. I stroke his arm in forgiveness. Not that there's anything to forgive.

"And YOU know I prefer you being, shall we say...energetic."

He grins at me. "You could have just asked."

"Ah, but what fun would THAT have been?" I say, wondering if he knows the real reason why I test him so. I may be his lover, but I am his Master first.

Except, of course, when he masters me.

A surprised bark of laughter leaves his lips. Perhaps he does understand. We climb back up onto the bed, exchanging tender caresses. Living in the moment, we move through it to our future. Whatever happens, my Obi-Wan, we will be together. No matter your forebodings.

"So, love, what shall we do now?"

A slow, wicked smile curves his lips. "Guess."

(April/00)