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Category: First Time, POV, BDSM

Pairing: O/Q

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: None.

Spoilers: None.

Summary: A beginning...a lover comes...TOP!Obi, shows up.

Disclaimer: Master George owns all, I am a Padawan.

Notes: I was going to end this with "No Lover Beside Me", but Obi-Wan and Chris convinced me otherwise. May naked, wet, hand-cuffed Obi's, beg in your dreams.

Beta: Jedi Runya

This is the next part to: No Lover Beside Me

It's morning. I sit once again, staring out the window - seeing nothing, but the hazy images swirling through my mind. I am writing this down, not for any reason, but that I am enthralled.

I look over at my bed. He is sleeping there, now. My lover, my Master - my Padawan. Obi-Wan. He is so beautiful awake. He looks as I imagine an angel would, asleep. I shiver, as I look at him. To say I love him, would be inadequate. I worship him. I adore him. I am owned by him.

Last night - oh, last night.

I was sitting in my room. The darkness surrounding me, was soothing. As I looked out the window, the only light coming through in hazy indistinct patches, I heard a whisper. "Qui-Gon". I turned to the doorway. I could see the outline of a man. He slowly walked forward. This was no stranger - yet, it was. Obi-Wan, as I have never seen him. The tight black leather molded to his body - every line and motion, a tribute to beauty. He slowly walked to the middle of the room. Looking at me, he whispered, "Come to me". He held out his hand. I felt the pull. The overwhelming desire to obey my Master's charge.

I obeyed. Stopping, in front of him I looked into his eyes. There was the passion, the desire...the possessive need. He whispered again, "Do you come to me of your own will?" I whispered, "Yes." He continued, "Know that in these rooms I am your Master, as you are mine everywhere else." I nodded slowly. He looked at me for a moment, seeming to weigh his next words. "Know that I love you, and you are mine...I own you, you are my possession, my love, my submissive. Do you give me your submission?" I couldn't speak, the overwhelming need robbing me of words. I nodded, once again.

He walked away from me, to the window seat I had left. He sat down, facing me. "Strip.", he whispered. I did, as he watched every movement. I could see his eyes glittering, in the transient light. When I had dropped the last piece of cloth, I looked to him for guidance. "Come before me.", he whispered.

When I reached him he whispered again, "Kneel." I did as commanded. "Unbutton my pants." The surety in his voice, yet never above a whisper was sending fire through my blood. "Take out my cock." I did. "Take me deep in your throat." I was dizzy with the sensations. I took him deep in my throat. He threaded his fingers through my hair, as he started whispering more and more commands and fucking my mouth, I could taste him, it was indescribable. I was closer and closer to coming. He stopped me and pulled me up into a kiss. Swirling his tongue in my mouth. Licking and tasting himself on my tongue.

He stood up, and pulled his clothes off slowly. Black leather sliding off to reveal his body, I was hypnotized by the moment. He walked to the bed and turned to me. "I am claiming my property. I want to fuck you and watch you fall apart, knowing it's me that does this. I want you to come, screaming my name. Come to me, now." I moved to the bed. He took me by the hand and laid me on the bed, ever so gently. He looked deep in my eyes and still never yet above a whisper, he destroyed and remade me with one simple phrase, "I love you."

He tasted, touched, licked and sucked, every part of my body. He fucked me with his tongue. My control was gone. I wasn't a Jedi Master, but a mindless begging slave, to his body and will. He whispered things to me. His ownership, dominance. He was erotic and self-assured. He was demanding and gentle. He consumed me. When I had reached the point, I was mindless with need, he prepared me, all the while telling me - I could come, on his command. When he filled me, it was heaven and hell. The moment, in between pleasure and pain. How he fucked me, slow and reined in, at first. Then as he kissed and fucked my mouth with his tongue - harder, and harder, still. I was beyond reason, beyond thought. I chanted his name. I moaned it. He whispered, "Come for me." I did, in that perfect moment - I knew what and whom, I had been created for. As our heartbeats and breathing slowed - he softly kissed me, and held me. He rose from the bed and disappeared for a moment. He returned, and cleaned me up - with reverence. I have never known such love and care, in so simple a gesture. After, he slipped into the bed. He pulled me into his arms, and I looked deep into his eyes, I whispered, "I love you." He smiled, and whispered," Sleep, my own." I drifted off to sleep, secure in the knowledge: My lover is beside me.

The end.