by Vermillion Flame (vermillion_flame@hotmail.com)
Series: companion piece to Secret Obsession, but it will stand
alone
Archive: Yes to M_A; others please just let me know, I'd be
flattered
Category: POV, Romance, PWP
Rating: NC 17
Warnings: none, just wholesome Jedi sex
Pairing: Q/O
Summary: Obi-Wan is trying to study, but his master proves to
be a pleasant distraction.
Feedback: Any and all, please!!!
Notes: The first part of this story was a holiday gift for my
sweet padawan, Calypte. She wanted to share it with the list,
so here 'tis. Many, many thanks to my faithful beta-readers,
michelle and Amber Biles (who beta'd despite being struck by
the Sith virus).
I stare at the vidscreen, redoubling my efforts to concentrate
on the study problem that has been taunting me for the past
half of an hour. The problem itself is not difficult. I know I
could solve it if I could only muster sufficient attention.
The difficulty lies in the distraction he presents. Even though
I cannot see him, sitting at the work station in our common
room filing a holo report, I can hear him, and therein
lies my true problem. I am obsessed by the sound of my master's
voice.
From the time I became Qui-Gon's apprentice, that voice has
been at the center of my life. I have become conditioned to
respond to its many nuances.
I have long heard the pride and support in his tone as he
directs my training. When I hear the touch of exasperation, I
know I am pushing the limits of even a Jedi Master's patience.
I recognize the unique resonance anywhere when he calls for me,
even amidst the chaos of our more dire missions. His voice has
scolded, guided, encouraged and angered me. In many ways, it
embodies the complexity of the Force.
But now that we are lovers, there is another dimension to my
fascination. I find his voice to be the most erotic of
stimulants. I lean my head back and close my eyes, giving up
the fruitless effort at my studies.
I cannot make out the individual words he speaks, but I easily
lose myself in the cadence and rhythm. The timbre cuts to my
soul, touching the inner place where only he is allowed.
If I concentrate hard enough, I swear I can feel the sound
waves as they reach me, enveloping my body like a second skin.
They are an auditory caress, and I realize I am becoming
aroused.
My imagination can easily turn the indistinct tones to the
words of our passion. I shall never tire of listening to the
voice strong enough to challenge the Jedi Council as it instead
whispers words of love, just for me. I relish the moment when
his smooth, rich tones turn husky with desire, preceding a
demanding kiss. When he cries out in release, it is nearly
always my undoing.
His voice stops suddenly, and I feel I have been deprived of a
basic life element. I need more. Looking back down at the
vidscreen, an idea occurs to me. If I am careful, he may not
see through my manipulation.
"Master?" I call out, hoping I am not interrupting some
important task, but too selfish to stop my little deceit.
Qui-Gon's large form fills the doorway to the bedroom as I am
treated to both his voice and his presence. "Yes, Obi-Wan?"
"Would you mind helping me with this problem? I'm trying to
catch up on the radioisotope theory classes I missed while we
were away."
He pulls up a stool and leans over the screen. "I will try,
Padawan, but this was not my best subject."
After a moment's consideration, he begins a logical explanation
of the concepts underlying the problem. I listen for a few
seconds, but am soon lost in fascination, focusing on his lips
and the sounds coming from them. I feel my degree of arousal
increase.
Vaguely I am aware that he is wrapping up his analysis. I
murmur the appropriate response. "I understand now. Thank you,
Master."
Why do his eyebrows raise, silently questioning me? Qui-Gon's
final words suddenly register in my brain with a shock. "...and
that is why Master Windu had purple hair today."
I catch my breath as I blush all the way to the tips of my
ears.
"Padawan? What is going on in that wicked brain of yours?" This
is spoken in the 'I will be tolerant' tone I have helped him
cultivate over the years.
I squirm in my seat, looking down at the vidscreen. I don't
want to lie, but how can I tell him? Any excuse for my behavior
sounds ludicrous even to me.
He can sense me casting around for an explanation, and pulls my
chin up with one finger. His eyes penetrate mine. "Obi-Wan,
sometimes the best answer is the simple truth."
I shiver when he says my name. I suppose it is time to confess.
"It's your voice."
I see the confusion on his face. He really has no idea how
seductive he sounds. "What is wrong with my voice?"
"Nothing, Master! I find your voice to be ... erotic." My
cheeks flame as I admit my secret.
He blinks, surprised. "Erotic? When I am explaining
radioisotope theory?"
I can tell he is listening to himself now, trying to
objectively assess his own words.
"When you say anything, Qui-Gon. It's the way you speak
more than what you say. Your voice excites me like nothing
else. I swear, I could come just from listening to you."
His eyebrow arches and a sly grin spreads across his lips. It's
the sultry voice now. "Really, Padawan? That sounds like a
challenge."
My eyes go wide, and all I can think is, 'Uh-oh.'
He thinks my voice is erotic? My ashes-and-gravel voice?
Well, if this is his obsession, I am only too happy to feed it.
"Really, Padawan? That sounds like a challenge." His eyes
flare.
"Stand up, Obi-Wan."
I see him shiver a bit as he rises, looking just a tad wary. Is
that dread or excitement I see? Perhaps a little of both.
"I want you to do exactly as I say. Nothing more and nothing
less. Understood?"
"Yes, Master." He is definitely quivering now.
"Walk over to the bed, turn and face me." He does, with just a
hint of a saunter to his step. He just can't help himself, can
he?
I let him stand for several full minutes as my gaze rakes over
his form. He is excited, but unshaken by my examination,
confident in his body.
"Even fully clothed, you radiate sexuality, my love. But I want
to see all of you. Take off your clothes. Slowly."
He disrobes, gradually exposing more of his luscious skin to my
eyes. He is definitely enjoying my attention, making this into
a bit of a performance. He glances up as he progresses,
thinking he is teasing me, but he will be the one to beg before
the evening is over.
When his leggings come off, I see he is excited by the
preliminaries. My own body is beginning to stir at the sight of
him. I feel a small shudder work its way from my shoulders to
my groin, turning into a spreading warmth.
"On to the bed, please Obi-Wan. On your back, hands at your
sides."
He reclines gracefully on the edge of our bed. I move the stool
on which I've remained sitting over to the side of the bed, and
lean forward so that I am close to him, but not touching.
"Close your eyes." With a last hungry look cast in my
direction, he complies.
I look down at his lovely, strong hands. I will feed his
obsession, but there is no reason that I cannot first give
myself a treat.
"I want you to move both your hands to your neck. That's right.
Now, stroke down to your chest. Softly, lovingly." He follows
my instructions, gently caressing his own neck, moving lower
until his hands are passing back and forth over his upper
chest. Strong hands on the muscular expanse.
"Now with the tips of your fingers, caress your nipples." He
gives a sigh of pleasure as he plays with the nubs on his
chest. "Pinch them." He gives a token squeeze to each, but not
what I had intended.
"Pinch them hard! Like I would do it, " I command him. The tone
of my voice makes him open his eyes to check my expression.
"I told you to keep your eyes closed, Padawan," I scold. "Now
do as I say." His eyes shut and he does pinch hard - enough to
cause a pleasurable pain. I hear a sharp intake of breath in
response, and his chest arches. I know he is imagining my hands
on him, and I respond increasingly to his excitement.
"Very good, my Obi-Wan."
He sneaks a peak at me again, and I must reprimand him. "The
challenge here involves my voice, not my facial expression. If
you can't keep your eyes closed, I shall have to blindfold
you."
With that suggestion, his eyes snap open reflexively and a
surge of lust travels across our bond.
I smile, leaning over until my face is very close to his. "Oh,
you like that idea?"
"Yes, Master," he whispers coarsely.
I cross the room to the drawer in which I keep my older
clothes, and after a moment's search find a piece of soft, dark
fabric from a discarded tunic. I return to the bed, and tie the
cloth around Obi-Wan's eyes, touching him only as much as I
must to accomplish the task. I tie the blindfold tight enough
to make him mindful of its presence, but not so tight that it
hurts. He squirms a bit, excited by the unfamiliar.
"Now Obi-Wan, we can continue." I take my place back on the
stool.
"I believe you were caressing your chest. Please continue." He
hands snake across his chest, making his nipples peak. He
begins to rock his hips.
"Is that good, Obi-Wan? Do the callouses on your fingers feel
good against your skin?"
"Yes, Master," he sighs. He is right, I know. My own breath
becomes harsh at the memory of his hands working their way
across my chest. I love to feel their roughness stroking me to
excitement. But I must focus on the challenge before me.
"Move lower now, to your abdomen. Rub hard across your
exquisite tight muscles, and down along your hips. Show me how
strong your hands are." He works his fingers brusquely across
his well-toned stomach and hips. I watch as if hypnotized,
enchanted by his sensuality. I wish those hands were working
over me. After several long moments, I rouse myself from my
reverie.
I can no longer ignore his full erection, which he has begun to
thrust rhythmically as I direct his movements. "You are
aroused, aren't you, my love? Do you want to move lower? Do you
want to touch yourself there?"
He nods and moans.
"Very well. With one finger, stroke the underside of your
penis. Rub lightly, moving up from the base to the tip." His
hand trembles slightly and his pelvis undulates, trying to meet
a greater need than one finger will satisfy.
"Do you feel the softness of your skin?" I whisper. "So
wonderful to touch. The softest silk in the universe cannot
compare to the feel of your cock, Obi-Wan. Now use that one
finger to circle the head of your erection."
His movements get ambitious, and I must restrain them. "Softly,
Obi-Wan. Just a touch to feel the craving that I know when I
touch you."
I lean over for a closer examination. I know he can feel the
warmth of my breath, even though the blindfold prevents him
from watching. "Ah, I see a pearly drop at the tip. I want you
to collect that drop on your finger."
I move back as he does so, his hand awaiting further direction.
"Now put it in your mouth. Suck your finger with your warm
lovely tongue. Taste yourself, and know the intoxication I feel
when I taste you." He sucks eagerly, moaning at the flavor of
himself.
"Put your hands at your sides, now, Obi-Wan." He follows my
direction, but continues a slight movement, rocking his hips as
he licks his lips. He turns his face towards mine, even though
the blindfold prevents him from seeing.
I sit back on the stool to get a fuller look at the vision
before me. Now I will find out if I can meet this challenge, if
my words can bring him to completion.
"Let me tell you what I see. You lie on our bed, your body
exuding arousal. Your hair is tousled and your braid is damp
against your chest. I want to pick it up and brush it against
my lips, use it to caress my face."
My own hips have started a slight movement, matching his.
"Your cheeks are flushed. The color rises to disappear under
the rough fabric of the blindfold. Your lips are parted, and I
see your tongue dip out to wet them. Your breath comes harshly
out of your body. The dimple in your chin calls to me, begging
to be licked."
"I see the curve of your neck, covered with a sheen of sweat. I
want to bite the delicate spot just where your neck meets your
shoulder. I want to bite it hard, so that it leaves a mark."
His head tips back as I say these words, exposing himself to
me. "Yes, Qui-Gon!" is his breathy response.
"The muscles of your chest and abdomen are hard. They show me
your strength. They show me your dedication and discipline. I
yearn to rub my rough hands across them, testing their
firmness, knowing that you have the power of a trained warrior,
but it is leashed under my touch."
"Your nipples are hard. I want to rub my tongue over one, take
it into my mouth and suck it hard until you cry out and squirm.
I would pinch the other harshly between my thumb and finger.
Such sensitive spots on that beautiful chest."
He gasps, and little whimpers escape from his lips. I smile as
I note my progress.
"Your hips move with the power of your excitement. I am
fascinated by them. I love to watch them move, as you walk, as
you run, as you rock here with your need for satisfaction. I am
glad for my big hands because I can wrap them entirely around
your hips, holding them, pinning them to the bed, or pulling
them into me as I thrust."
His hips buck upward and he groans, long and throaty.
"Your legs are muscle and sinew. They are taut with your
excitement, with your desire. I love to lick behind your knees
and along your thighs, nipping and marking my way up to your
groin. I love to kneel between your legs and feel them wrap
around me, pulling me into you when you want it harder,
deeper."
"Yes!" He is moving in earnest now, his hands kneading the
bedclothes in rhythm with his hips as they pump into the air.
He is close.
"I see your beautiful, hard phallus. It throbs with your
excitement. It glistens with the drops that have escaped. I
want to take it into my mouth, caress it with my tongue as I
snake my hand between your legs, touching and teasing."
"I want to take you. I want to claim your body and bring us
both to a screaming climax."
He hisses and cries out, but I hear a note of frustration in
his voice.
"I am incredibly aroused just looking at you, Padawan. It is
all I can do to keep from touching you ... or myself."
I realize his moans have turned to something more definite. He
is trying to speak.
"Please," he finally manages.
"Yes, my Obi-Wan?"
His body tenses as he pants and begs. "Please, touch me!"
"Are you sure?" I ask, disappointed. "You want to give in?"
"Touch. Me." I know he is serious because he has thrown a bit
of the Force into the words. I almost comply without thinking,
but I catch myself and stop long enough to decide how to
proceed.
I look at the man before me, beautiful, strong and vulnerable.
The intensity of my feelings for him crest and almost overwhelm
me. I pour my emotion into my voice.
"I love you, Obi-Wan Kenobi."
That is enough. Those simple words push him over the edge. His
hips arch upward, bringing much of his body off the bed as he
surges with release. I watch the creamy fluid pumping over his
chest as he emits a scream that makes my throat hurt to listen
to it. He rocks, gasping for breath. His hands pull the
bedclothes loose from the mattress.
He whips off the blindfold before his orgasm is complete. He
reaches up to grab my arms, pulling me forward with commanding
strength.
"You. Inside me. Now!"
This time I am the one who almost loses control from the sound
of my lover's voice. My urgency matches his as we both pull at
my clothing.
Finally, finally my tunic is off and my leggings pulled down. I
gather the semen from Obi-Wan's chest, quickly spreading it
over my erection. I start to spread some across my intended
entry, but Obi-Wan grabs my hand.
Through gritted teeth, he stops me. "I said now!"
I stare into his grey eyes as I position myself between his
legs, then sink fully within his tight body. After watching his
incredible arousal and climax, I cannot hold back. I pump madly
into him, closing my eyes and throwing my head back to just
experience the shear joy of our union. Never has it been like
this with another. Love makes our joining an ecstasy.
"Only you, Obi-Wan!"
I can sense him watching as my orgasm comes rushing toward me.
Sounds of pleasure escape my mouth as I revel in the feel of
him, my Obi-Wan.
"No!"
"What?" The suddenness of his cry brings me back from the brink
and I stop moving. "Why?"
"Wait. Wait for me." His words are breathless. I see now that
he is hard again. He is stroking himself, and in a few seconds
urges me with his hips to continue. "Yes, Qui-Gon. Take me."
We move without thought, thrusting, moaning, ancient animal
rhythms piercing our veneer of culture. We are both senseless
but for the primal drive for movement, pleasure and
satisfaction. I find all three as my mind shatters under the
explosion ripping through me. I hear Obi-Wan cry out moments
later, and we ride the waves of our climax, his body an
extension of mine. The joy of passion fills us both.
Finally, I collapse onto my lover's body, and his love washes
over me.
Gradually, our heartbeats slow. Our breathing returns to
normal. I slide to my lover's side, glorying in his face,
flushed with satisfaction. I pick up his braid and stroke his
cheek with the tip, teasing until he turns and smiles.
"As usual, Master, you live up to your challenges."
"Do or do not, eh, Obi-Wan?"
That earns me a short laugh and a quick embrace.
"Well, Master, now that I have confessed my infatuation with
your voice, perhaps you have a secret you would like to share
with me?" His eyes are dancing as he asks.
"And what might that be?" I reply, matching his teasing tone.
"Isn't there something about me that you find...particularly
exciting? Arousing, even?"
I bestow my most enigmatic Jedi Master smile, staring directly
into his eyes as I take his hand in mine. "Can't you leave an
old man just one secret?"
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