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Archive: master_apprentice, anyone else, pls. ask
Author's web page: http://www.ravenswing.com/ravendreams/
Category: PWP
Series: Part of the "Theme and Timbre" Series
Rating: NC-17
Warnings None
Spoilers: none
Summary: Obi-Wan explains his plans for the evening.
Notes: Thanks to Velma for the beta.
Feedback: Waited for with bated breath.
Disclaimers: Lucas owns it all. I don't have enough money to pay attention.
Do I have plans for this evening? Your question, Master, so innocently phrased, can be quite simply answered.
Do I have plans?
I plan to taste you -- roll the essence of you upon my tongue and savor you like wine.
I want to drag my lips upon your skin, licking, biting, marking. I want to test the texture of your flesh between my teeth.
I need to hear symphonies of your cries, your moans, the soft little sighs that give lie to the constant hum of serenity. I want my name to become a hymn dropping only from your lips, only for my ears, our private prayer.
I intend to inundate myself with you. I want to nuzzle in the soft hair under your arms, rub my cheeks against you, revel in your scent. I want to rest my cheek against your hip and breathe in, knowing that this intimacy is reserved for me. That, the odor that clings to the folds where thigh meets hip, is my knowledge.
I plan to worship the lean lines of you, mold your flesh within my hands. I want to feel you, sobbing with need, malleable under my palms. I want to slowly deconstruct you and bring you to the pinnacle of desire.
I want to watch your face as you piece yourself back together.
You asked if I have plans for this evening, Master?
I do.
All night long.
The End