Torment

by Kass (kassxf@aol.com)

Category: POV, Romance, Q/O

Rating: PG

Summary: Part of the "eclipse/penumbra" universe. Following up "Uninvited" and "Unwelcome"

Good morning, Obi-Wan, you look a little tired today. The dreams? Odd, I find them quite enjoyable, even in my present state. You're still amazingly lovely, despite your currently chronic bad temper, particularly when aroused.

Do you remember the night we spent under the stars on Symmeta? I don't recall quite what had me in such a randy mood, but I kept you on the edge of orgasm for what seemed hours, until you were all but begging for release. So primal, so lovely, hot and aroused and all but writhing for me.

Ah, you really ought to have another cup of tea, Obi-Wan, the morning grows hot, and remember what I taught you, water does more good within than without. And don't forget your hat. Your skin is still fair, and as much as it pains me to admit it, your hair is rather fine and beginning to thin a bit at the crown.

Ah, you started a bit just then, dare I hope that I'm finally beginning to manage the art of touch, despite my incorporeal self? Well, forgive me, it was a bit rude, but I'm afraid I was always rather enchanted with the way you moved those hips and that delectable backside.

One of these days, you're going to get tired of ignoring me and pretending that all these twitches and mutterings are simply the sign of increasing age and mental enfeeblement; at least I should hope you do, I'd certainly never have claimed such at your age. What are you now? Six and forty?

Slamming the door does no good, but if it eases your bad temper, I'm perfectly willing to let it pass, Obi-Wan. Your chardik needs watering, there. It should rain in the next few days, I think, if the currents I'm feeling hold true, but chardik is a pig for water. It was always one of your favorite vegetables, I do believe, unless death has enfeebled my mental abilities.

You always hated weeding, even as a small boy. If I recall, Master Yoda would send you to weed the Temple gardens when you'd done something particularly willful, back in your creche days. Who was I to change a tradition? It was good for your flexibility.

I dutifully note, watching you, that you have not only retained flexibility, but that very delectable backside. Oh, sorry, did I startle you? Good. I begin to feel hope that somehow, I may actually make physical contact with you. It's odd, isn't it? The dead are widely supposed to have no desires. Memory and desire, however, appear to be all I still possess.

What will I touch first, I wonder? The spot I used to kiss, right between your shoulderblades? The curve of your cheek. A nipple? The cleft of your chin or the cleft of your ass? You're blushing again, there's something truly sweet about seeing a hardbitten cynic like yourself blush.

I've been applying Force to that Jellata tree, you needn't look at it askance. A little shade in this area will do wonders for you and the chardik. Really, I understand your bitterness, Obi-Wan, but choosing the most hellish spot on this Force-forsaken planet--was that really necessary? You do plan to live until that infant is a young man, am I correct?

There's an artesian spring under that large rock at the west corner of this hovel, by the way. If you think you can come up with the pipe, I think we can manage to do without hiring any of the Hutt to come out and drill for you.

I'm not sure, Obi-Wan, that your color is entirely healthy, considering this heat, and no, I'm not going to stop. I told you, you'd come to wish me scattered on the solar wind, did I not? Whatever my failings, you know I never broke a promise to you.

I never promised to live forever.

And frankly, I have suspected for some time that I was such a creature of the flesh that eternity without you is entirely too dull, so here I am.

The sun's getting high, Obi-Wan, I think you should take a break, drink some water. And don't twitch that shoulder at me, Padawan, you know I'm quite right. You aren't getting any younger, any more than I'm getting older.

Now there's an odd thought, of course. In just a few years, you will continue getting older, and I will stay the same. I'm actually unsettled by that, you'll be the elder.

I'm going to meditate on that, Obi-Wan; go and get a drink of water and rest a bit, I'll be back.

Never fear.