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There is music in the way he dances for me, even in the enveloping silence of nature. He is pure
light when he moves within the Force this way. Liquid radiance, spilling through the air with an
energy so fierce I almost cannot look upon it. My light. My love.
My Obi-Wan.
He has braided a white flower into his hair, just above his ear, and this catches my eye for a
moment, softening the skillful presentation of the kata. The hard lines of his body are familiar to
me, sculpted meticulously by the physical challenges I have put before him over the years, by his
dedication to this life he serves. I know he can feel my approval, bright as a sun, and he smiles as
he moves into the next phase of the dance.
His soft hair is darkened by the rain that sprinkles lightly over us, nourishing the ground beneath
his feet. It slides down the bare skin of his chest, mingling with the sweat there, and as he passes
by me I imagine I can taste the salty scent of him on the air as I breathe. The Force is alive
around him, rippling with a joy and a laughter that is mirrored in his soul, embracing him as its
own.
He is beautiful.
His braid flows out behind him as he turns, bright beads winking in the sunlight, and I ache to take
it in my hands, to draw him down beside me and calm the wild rhythm from his body. Instead I watch,
feeling the rain fall cool and soft against my face, and wait for the dance to end.
And finally it is done. Graceful even in stillness, the effort he's extended shows now in the hard
motion of his breathing, in the eyes that meet mine from across the clearing where he has come to
rest. Those eyes are the color of forest, the color of the open sea; for a moment I can believe they
are the color of the Force itself.
He smiles when he comes to me, still breathing hard from his exertions. The joy on his face is
infectious, and I cannot help but smile in return, feeling near to bursting with the pride and love I
feel for him. He moves with silent elegance as he settles beside me under the trees, and I wrap the
edge of my robe around him, shielding him from the rain.
The trees loom tall around us, closing us in; there is a spicy scent to the air on this world that I
find invigorating. These moments are few and far between for Jedi, and all the more precious because
of that -- this singular communion with nature, with the Force, with each other. I can feel his
heartbeat thrumming fast and powerful against my side, fierce in its own wild rhythm that will not be
denied. His breath is warm against my neck when he sighs.
He smells like heat and life, tinged with the faintest sweetness of the flower in his hair. He opens
to me easily when I kiss him, and the taste of him is all I had anticipated, all I remember. I
cannot help but touch him, feeling the rainwater on his skin slide slickly under my palm, hard
muscles shaping themselves to my hand. He closes his eyes and sighs again, a sound of pure
contentment that lights a fire in my soul.
He is touching me now, and I pull him down onto the ground beside me, shedding the warmth of my robe
when his hands urge me to do so. His body feels hot and almost fluid above me, and for a moment I
fear that I will not be able to hold onto him, that this is just another phase of the dance. But if
so, it is one we dance together, and I give myself up to the tender mercy of his kisses, feeling the
heat of him pulse through me in rhythm with the rain.
He tastes like rainwater and sunshine, and the heady scent of damp soil rises up in steady harmony
around us, mingling with the scent of the trees. The air here is crisp and clean, and I tremble as I
take his breath into myself, wishing I could set up root here, become one with him and with the
forest and the Force. The joy I feel is so poignant it makes me ache, as he kisses away the wetness
of the rain on my cheeks and tells me without a word that he cherishes me.
Such sweetness in the way I hold him, in the way I am held, as if the Force had never intended
anything other than the perfection of this moment, right here. There is laughter in his eyes when he
pulls back to look down at me, and I smile as I reach up to touch the braid that falls beside his
face. He glows with happiness, with promise, and I want him now as I have never wanted anything in
my life before.
I reach for the ties at the waist of his thin training pants, which are all the clothing he wears.
He gasps when my hand touches his flesh, and I watch in wonder as his eyes turn smoky, drinking in
the pleasure of my touch. He sheds the pants with alacrity, making me smile again, and then he is
naked as the rain, his pale body glowing in the light of the sun.
His skin is dappled with the shadows of the shifting leaves, creating a tapestry of sunlight and
shadow that I want desperately to imprint on my memory forever. I cannot help but taste him, soaking
in the heat of his skin, and he moans for me, burying his face against my neck as his fingers clench
in the dampened length of my hair. So eager, and I want to touch him everywhere, feel him
everywhere, down to the darkest corners of his soul.
I submit breathlessly to the need that thrums through him as he divests me of my own clothes, and the
sharp-edged joy of feeling skin on skin is almost more than I can bear. Desire rises to need within
me, and I roll with him, startling him to laughter as my body presses his down into the forest loam.
His legs slide up around me, strong thighs wrapping around my own, and his eyes are alight with a
fire and a light that I wish will burn forever. Forever, just like this, caught up in the beauty of
the love we share.
He gasps when I thrust down against him; the sound seems to scratch along my nerves, burrowing down
through my skin to set up residence in my heart. I do it again, and he shudders, arms and legs
tightening around me. "Master," he whispers, and I kiss the word from his lips, tasting the
salt-tinged wetness of the rain on his tongue. So beautiful, and the dance is nearing perfection
now, two bodies gliding together in the harmony of heart and blood and soul.
I am lost to the pleasure of it, feeling his body against me, so hard and welcoming in my arms.
"Yes," he whispers, and "More," and "Please," and I am helpless to resist him, helpless to deny him
anything that he desires. He is pliant under my hands, body shaping to the rhythm I require of it,
and he trembles as I enter him, his body begging wordlessly for things he cannot name.
He is beautiful like this, balanced on the razor edge of passion. I am barely aware of the rain now;
there is only him, the lithe heat of him against me, around me, fingers digging like claws into my
back as his body surges against my own. Making love with him is like trying to calm an ocean tide,
like trying to tame the wind, and as always, I am utterly consumed by it. He moves with a dancer's
grace, implacable, relentless in his need, and I can do nothing but ride out the storm of him, giving
us both the pleasure that we crave.
His voice is raw when he comes, and I cling to him, feeling the hot slickness of his passion spread
between us. The scent of it is dizzying, and I bury my face against his neck, tasting him with
tongue and teeth and the harsh slide of our skin together as I pursue the promise of my own release.
His arms and legs go lax around me for one gratifying moment as he floats free in the bliss of his
orgasm, but then they tighten again, and he is murmuring to me, offering soft encouragement as his
fingers trace through my hair.
It is more than I have endurance to take, and I cry out as my climax overtakes me, filling me with a
pleasure so sharp it can almost be called pain. He holds me, gentling me through it, and when it is
over I find him still wrapped around me as if he intends never to let go.
"I love you," he says, and I smile down at him, settling onto the ground beside him. His eyes are
shining as they gaze up at me, and he turns his face into the cup of my hand when I touch his face,
nuzzling into my palm.
"My Obi-Wan," I whisper, and the words carry all the weight of the love I hold for him.
He smiles, as the two of us lay twined together, wrapped within the embrace of the rain.
Finis
9/7/02