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Archive: MA, or please ask me

Category: Q/O, PWP

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: No angst (unusual for me), just some sex

Summary: Total fantasy angst-free fairy fluff

Disclaimer: George's characters, not mine

Feedback: Yes please

Note: Once again, many thanks to my Master Cuimne. This was inspired by our conversation about Hilary's fairy tales, where we got at cross-purposes and ended up talking about fairies.

Up to now, most of the children had been occupied by the excitement of a journey with Jedi in the large military vehicle, and the idea that the forces we were fleeing from might be trying to harm them did not seem to concern them over much. Only the older ones, old enough to be afraid of the strange happenings and to mistrust the strangers who had been entrusted with their care, took a while to accept their circumstances

But after the initial distress of the separation from their families had been eased both by my padawan's and my Force-aided reassurances and by the distraction of their new surroundings, they chatted among themselves as we bounced along in the summer heat over unmade roads that sometimes disappeared completely. Obi-Wan was making the journey into an adventure for them, and I smiled as I steered the vehicle and listened to them.

But now, at night, we were settled in a hastily built camp deep in the forest and although they were tired, the young ones did not want to sleep - the ancient fear of the dark which exists in many beings had come to the surface and they wished for the comfort of family and familiar surroundings.

The huge trees loomed all around us, branches reaching down to the thick undergrowth of bushes and brambles, summer leaves black in the moonlight and so thick the stars were barely visible through the canopy.

I could hear one or two of the very young ones begin to whimper as their over-active imaginations populated the forest with fierce creatures.

My padawan and I were the only adults with them. The eldest was no more than eight years old. Their families had insisted that this possibly last transport to safety should take their children, and the vehicle had been filled to capacity with the youngest citizens of the village.

Obi-Wan had been helping the very youngest with a meal of travel rations, and settled down among them attempting to soothe their fears. His voice was calming, and I could feel his Force-assisted projection of comfort. The little ones became silent and sleepy, huddling closer to him.

"Shall I tell you a story?" he asked, and they looked at him expectantly.

"Do Jedi know stories?" one of them asked.

"Oh yes. Lots of stories."

He began to speak, his voice gentle and rhythmic as the tale unfolded, lulling the children into security. I recognised the story from my childhood - it was told to the younglings in the crèche, one among the many from the rich heritage of beings that comprised the Order.

Fantastic creatures, dancing fairies with light delicate wings, an impossibly beautiful princess in a tall castle on top of a hill, a jealous malevolent sprite shooting fire and lightening from her magic wand, all became woven together in his retelling of the ancient story.

I too listened, back propped against a large tree, legs spread in front of me comfortably, with a couple of children leaning on either side.

By the time he had finished, most of the children were asleep, and it didn't take much to lay the others down under the light thermal blankets and watch while they too drifted off to sleep.

"I'll take the first watch, Master." From his smile, I knew my own drowsiness at listening to him telling the tale was apparent.

I nodded. "Wake me at midnight."

Sleep came quickly. The dream began almost straight away.

I was in the same wood; the trees and undergrowth felt the same, yet something felt subtly changed. The light - instead of the dim, filtered moonlight through the trees, there was a glow. I wasn't sure where it was coming from - it was everywhere, among the leaves, around the bushes, but didn't seem to have a source.

I was alone - I had no sense of the presence of the children or my padawan, though this didn't worry me. Yet I did become aware of a presence, somewhere. It was like the diffuse glow, it seemed to be all around me.

Lying down under the blanket in the small clearing where we had camped, I remained still for a while. Nothing changed, nothing moved. I sat up, peering through the thick trunks and stretching out with my senses to locate - anything.

The glowing illumination around me began to change, coalesce into points of brighter light that appeared to move. I blinked to clear my vision, believing the motion of the glittering lights to be an optical illusion caused by staring hard, merely persistence of vision, after-images on my retinas. But the movement continued, speeding up and darting in places, graceful and slow in others, around the tree trunks and boughs, through the darkness of the leafy canopy.

Standing to try and make sense of what was happening, to get a better look at the phenomenon, I reached out my arm to an area in a low branch of the tree I had been sleeping under. The lights here were swirling slowly in lazy patterns around the twigs, leaves and each other. I noticed that they were not of uniform size or brightness, and I looked closer as they avoided my outstretched hand, but otherwise seemed unconcerned by my presence.

The presence I had detected on waking still tugged at my senses. It was interwoven with the flying, eddying ... beings. Yes, they were alive, I sensed it now. I began to withdraw my hand, but one bright light followed the movement. I stopped moving, and it did too, keeping a distance of about six centimetres away. I tried moving closer to it, and it edged away again.

"Do we play this game all night, little one?" I asked quietly. An emotion, coming from this small area of brightness - humour. It thought I was funny.

It moved away from its brethren and onto my outstretched fingers. I felt no weight, heat or indication that it was touching me. As I drew my hand back and stared in fascination at the little being, I could see at the core of the glowing area a small figure. The light began to dim around it so I could clearly make out the features of this creature. It was smaller than my hand, humanoid, delicate, appearing to stand on its toes on my index and middle fingers. It looked like a slender boy dressed in filmy fabric, human in appearance, but with the addition of a pair of large - for the size of the creature - wings. They quivered gently behind him, reflecting in their surface the lights that were still flitting around me.

Obi-Wan's fairies! I laughed, and the startled creature swept up from my hand and disappeared into the mass of whirling flashes.

While the dancing continued around me, ignoring me, another presence - larger, man-sized - became visible deep in the trees. It moved towards me and as I gazed I was not entirely surprised to recognise the figure. Obi-Wan. The same shining eyes, pale skin glittering, the walk a sleek prowl towards me.

He was surrounded by the same light of the darting beings in the air around us. His hair was long, falling down over his shoulders, swept back behind his ears. But those ears - delicate, elegant, and pointed! His skin shone with sparkling glitter, for he was naked, smiling, hotly aroused.

But the startling feature, which left me taking a step back so I was against the rough bark behind me, was the beautiful pair of wings that he carried folded behind him. They tapered to points above his head and swept down almost to his bare feet. Gossamer light, shining with every colour and quivering slightly with his step.

He wore an expression I had not seen on my Obi-Wan before - mischief. It glinted in his eyes, his crooked smile, and echoed in the sway of his hips.

Arms outstretched, he reached for me, and I took him in a crushing embrace. Flowers, he had flowers in his hair and he smelled of their delicate fragrance and woods and moss but still of my Obi-Wan. His kiss was honey-wine sweet and deep, and I had to taste more.

I kissed and licked down his neck, and he tilted his head back, his hands in my hair pulling me closer. He tasted sweet and something sparkled in my mouth, the substance that made his skin glitter and shine in the moonlight. My arms were around his waist, and I slid my hands up his back, contacting with the join of wing to his skin. It didn't feel like the feathers of an avian wing; much softer, butterfly-like, and I was afraid to touch in case my large rough hands caused damage. So I slid them instead down to his buttocks, strong and firm, and I kneaded as I continued the delicious tasting of his body - his chest, both tight nipples, his flat belly. Dropping to my knees, I reached the hard cock and he pushed his hips forward to meet my mouth, and looking up I saw his wings open and spread even as he shifted to spread his legs for me.

Iridescent colours, shining in the silvery light of the moon, the wings quivered slightly and a tremble went through his whole body as I took him into my mouth. Slowly at first, my lips closing over the very tip of the hot flesh and my tongue flicking gently, but his demanding grip on my head tightened and he pulled me towards himself as his hips pushed forward. So I obliged him - I took him into my mouth, my throat, as deeply as I could. He gave a groan, his hips began to pump, gently, and I could tell he was holding back. No need for that - I encouraged him to thrust into my mouth by digging my fingers into the firm flesh of his buttocks. He didn't need much encouragement; his hips jerked forwards so his cock almost hit the back of my throat.

I didn't really have to do anything. Out again, almost all the way, then back in, repeatedly, harder and faster, his head back, eyes closed in concentration and pleasure, and those wings opened up fully so that as he came screaming into my mouth he actually lifted up off the mossy floor, muscles straining, back arched.

I swallowed, and released him gently from my mouth and stood up to hold him again. He appeared to be my height as we kissed, but his feet were still several centimetres above the ground. He was still hungry, and reached down to pull at my clothes, opening my tunic and leggings. But instead of touching me with his hands, his legs wrapped around me, around my waist, and he pushed himself down on to my aching cock. Those wings again - his weight was almost entirely supported by them, and he could touch and caress me, kiss me, while the beautiful wings fluttered behind him.

I would have protested that I didn't want to hurt him, but I slid inside his body tightly but easily - the shining, glittering oil on his body was inside him too. He had prepared himself for me.

He rose and fell on me, and I had to lean back against the tree to prevent my legs from giving way as the pleasure mounted. He was hard again, and my hand grasped him, my other arm around his neck pulling him in for a deep kiss. Buried deep inside my fairy lover like this, his beautiful body writhing and moving to pleasure me, I could hold back no longer. I heard my loud groan as my climax shook through me, and I thrust deep into him but still determinedly pumped him hard with my hand. He too cried out as he came again, and collapsed against me, his arms holding him up now as his wings folded gracefully behind him.

I seemed to be falling to the ground, felt his kisses on my face, and then he left my arms.

I awoke, aware of someone touching my shoulder; back in the forest I had fallen asleep in, the soft sounds of sleep coming from the children nearby. Obi-Wan smiled, and bent to kiss me lightly as I hastily sat up and arranged my clothing. Thank the Force I hadn't woken the children with my ... intense dream.

"All quiet, Master," he reported. "You slept well?"

The look he gave assured me that as soon as we were alone together he would demand to know the details of my dream. I smiled back at my young lover.

"Very well, thank you Obi-Wan." I stood, and waited until he had settled down for his rest before I began my surveillance of our immediate area.

"Sleep well, Padawan. Pleasant dreams."