Just had a fun challenge over on SWAL and here's my result.
Take care,
Athea
Series: Nope, unless it's in the very far future of my Chosen
One series.
Date: 4 July 1999
Rating: Q/O, NC17
Archive: M_A_, SWAL and my webpage:
http://members.tripod.com/~AiR_WSW/Athea.html
Warnings: none
Summary: Webpage Goddess Mona was having a very bad day and she
requested a)SMUT b)Body fluids c)no talking d)bonus points for
water. This little PWP just wrote itself. <g>
Obi-Wan shed his cloak, pulled off his boots, ripped off his
tunic and shimmied out of his pants in one rippling motion. Far
out in the lake, he could see the flashing arms of his master
swimming towards the waterfall. Diving naked into the cool
clear waters of the crystal blue lake, he used his faster
stroke to catch up to Qui-Gon.
The water flowed over his skin like a Nerillian silk caress but
all he could think about was how much better his lover's hands
would be in its place. Sliding over his hot skin first gently
then harder with callused fingers that knew just where to press
to ignite him to incandescent fervor.
Opening his eyes under water when he felt the roar of the
falls, he spotted Qui-Gon laying on a moss covered stone shelf,
his hair cascading over the side like a silken curtain. He was
running his hands over his body and Obi-Wan felt jealous of the
strong fingers caressing the skin that belonged to him.
Hoisting himself to Qui-Gon's side, he shook his head
vigorously over the prone body laid out like a banquet before
his starving eyes. His master's blue eyes laughed up at him
while the strong hands ran up his arms to his shoulders and
brought him down into a kiss that caught fire even amongst all
the water surrounding them.
Incinerating.
Volcanic.
Hot as Tartarus and twice as addicting.
They feasted for a long moment before Obi-Wan felt those strong
hands lift him on top and the blunt fingers caress down his
water slickened cleft. His legs fell to either side of his
master's, opening himself to the welcome invasion. Moaning into
the mouth that devoured his own, he bit gently at the agile
tongue that entwined around his own.
But the fingers weren't enough and he groaned and pressed back
onto the pleasure giving digits. Qui-Gon read his mind . . .
again and lifted him up just enough to position his hardening
cock at the puckered opening. Obi-Wan opened his eyes and
nodded, giving his lover the permission the elder always
insisted on having. Then he was filled, slowly and with great
joy.
When Qui-Gon was firmly seated deep within Obi-Wan's molten
depths, they paused and savored the joining. Feelings of
delight pulsed through their bond and the apprentice gave an
experimental squeeze that brought a quick thrust against his
pleasure center. He gasped and began the slow up and down glide
that would tease his lover into thrusting harder. This dance
was one that was still too new to take for granted and so he
moved with care and determination that it would last a long
time.
And last it did, until the spray from the falls could no longer
cool their sweating bodies and Obi-Wan felt his entire body
seize up and melt down into shuddering whimpers of pure
delight. Flooding his depths with his own passion, Qui-Gon
panted beneath him. Those strong arms cradled him now while the
hands turned gentle, stroking him soothingly beneath the mists
of cooling water.
They dozed on the soft moss while their bodies rested for their
swim back to the real world. But now just yet, Obi-Wan thought
contentedly.
Not just yet.
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May there be a water fall in your immediate future!
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