Category: Is there a category for "less than NO plot?" Total
PWP
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Newbie Alert! I'm warning you now, I've never ever
written a piece of fiction before. Nope, not one, so this is
pretty bad. Also, my very kind beta suggests that I advise you
that, depending on your own personal squick factor you might
consider some elements of this story to be rough/intense.
Anything more specific ruins the story, and since there's not
much here to begin with, please forgive me for not going into
detail grin.
Spoilers: None
Summary: A master, a padawan, a cool stone wall and a pair of
torn lounging pants
Feedback: Gulp...Ok, you can reach me at Barbana@pacbell.net
Disclaimer: Lucas lawyers! I have very little money. If you sue
me I can't continue to spend what little I have TPM
merchandise.
Thank you's to Linda (Sneezer222) for taking the time to beta
this for me, even though she was insanely busy with dinner and
not feeling well at all. You ROCK woman!
It was late and all the lights were off by the time I came to
our quarters. No matter, not bothering to light a lamp I made
my way unerringly to my room. I had just stepped inside the
doorway when a low voice said,
"I saw you today..."
I turned in the direction of the voice, lips parted to answer
when I felt myself being roughly pushed face first into the
wall beside the door. I heard him again, his voice low and
husky.
"I was watching you, I know what you were trying to do."
When I raised my head to speak I again felt myself being pushed
into the wall. Strong hands pushing my face and shoulders
against the stone, a little rougher this time. "Don't talk!" he
advised. Warm breath just below my left ear, causing me to
shiver involuntarily. I felt his body grow still, and for a
brief moment the hands on my back eased their pressure.
"Take off your pants," he demanded.
I froze. I had been swimming naked in the temple pools so they
were all I was wearing. I hadn't bothered to completely dress
as it was very late. I thought there would be no one to see my
lack of proper attire in the halls of the temple at that time
of night. Now it didn't seem like such a good idea to be
running around half naked.
Too late I realized that my hesitation was going to cost me my
most comfortable pair of lounging pants. I heard his harsh
inhalation of breath just before I felt one warm palm shove me
hard between my shoulder blades, pinning me to the cool stone
wall, while the other hand grabbed the waistband of my loose
pants and tugged. Hard. I heard the sound of thin fabric rip
just before I felt the cooler air of the room caress my still
damp skin.
I heard his breath catch just briefly and then his voice again
against my ear, "There's a word for what you've been doing to
me...do you know what it is?" Before I could even think of what
to say he spoke again. "Did you know that even the hardest
stone will wear down and break under enough pressure? Hummm?
Sometimes it happens quickly, like in an earthquake. You and I
know however, that most often the pressure that wears down
stones is subtle and goes on for a long time. Like the water in
a stream running continually over the surface. You might not
even notice right away, but over the years, inevitably the
stone will wear down."
I felt him move his hands to either side of my head. Then I
felt him press himself up against my body, forcing me even
closer to the wall. I could feel the chilled indentations of
stone against my cheek and chest. It was a sharp contrast to
the sleek warmth of him against my back. He was pressed against
me from head to heels and when I felt his hardness against me I
felt my body react as it always did to the feel of him. Unable
to stop it a, moan pushed past the sudden tightness of my
throat. Raising his head off my back for a moment he continued
speaking...sending wave after wave of sensation across my skin
with every harshly uttered word.
"Today it was swimming naked in the pool, flirting with other
padawans, when you knew I was there to work and could not
afford the distraction. Yesterday you were suddenly without
clean clothes and so had to lounge about our rooms naked until
your laundry could be done. Last week it was a sudden desire
for baths instead of sonics and only I could wash your back
because you couldn't reach it, you said. Last month you made
sure I heard you having sex with that ambassador's aid on
Telssk. I can still hear you moaning through the walls. I saw
you looking at me the next day...searching for a reaction." He
moved against me then, biting my shoulder hard and thrusting
himself against me. "Was this the reaction you were hoping for?
Never mind, don't answer, I don't care anymore." He moved his
hands to grip me hard on my hips. His voice lashed out at me.
"Lean against the wall and spread your legs"
I shuddered and moved quickly to comply. He was being
unpredictable and I honestly didn't know what would happen if I
didn't. I was just a little surprised to realize how much his
unusually harsh behavior was exciting me. I no longer had any
pants to tear, but somehow I didn't see that stopping him if he
wanted to teach me a lesson. He moved back slightly. Just
barely enough to allow me room to maneuver. I leaned against
the wall now with hands braced out on either side. My legs
spread far enough to satisfy him, I hoped, while still allowing
me to remain standing with no assistance. It was probably a
good thing I was able to do it, because I realized that I was
unlikely to get any help from him in the mood he was in. He
made me stand there for what seemed like an eternity. The
darkness of the room was filled with my shallow gasps. My ears
ringing with the sound of my own heart trying to beat me to
death.
I felt the air shift around my body. One hand came up to grasp
me around the hip and the other hand drifted to lightly trace
the cleft of my ass. With only a second to be grateful that the
finger touching my sensitive opening was coated with some kind
of lubricant, I let out a hard yelp as it suddenly forced its
way in. All the way in. He only gave me a moment to adjust to
the intrusion before a second finger joined the first. Ahh, it
hurt. I let out a hiss of breath between my teeth.
"Hush" he said gently against my back. His touch easing up now,
"This is what you wanted, isn't it? You're so tight, I thought
you had done this before, but I can feel now that you haven't.
Have you?" Slick fingers sliding back into me, with a
tenderness and skill that hadn't been there a minute ago. I
felt my body begin to tighten in anticipation around those
questing fingers.
"Have you?" he snapped at me, pushing a third finger in as
punishment for nnot answering him sooner. Apparently I was
not to be forgiven so quickly for my transgressions.
"No." I moaned...the sound coming low from my body, vibrating
out into the darkness of my room. Even though it still hurt a
little, it also felt so good to have him touching me, that the
pain soon crested into pure pleasure. I had gone rock hard by
then and I could feel my erection nudging the muscles of my
stomach. I was leaving a sticky trail on myself and caring
nothing at all about the humiliation of my position. Standing
there, spread before him, pressed against the wall of my own
bedroom like a whore, and all I wanted to do was scream and
explode then and there.
I heard him shift and the wonderful feeling of his fingers left
me. I started to protest when I felt his thumbs move to spread
me wide. I could feel the blunt pressure of his cock pushing
against my opening. He paused.
"After this, there is no going back. Do you understand?"
I couldn't speak. The words wouldn't crawl past my throat so I
nodded instead. Head against the stone. My hair brushing
against it as I gave my wordless assent. Strong hands came
again to my hips and I felt him slowly push in.
Gods it burned...his hand had felt so good I thought this would
just be an extension of that delicious sensation. He sensed my
pain and grew still within me. We waited for what felt like
forever. I could feel him waiting patiently for me to become
accustomed to the sensation. I sensed him sending out calming
influences, washing over me. I had never imagined being so very
tight and full. The darkness of the room now filled with not
only my now loud gasps but his deep hard breaths. Eventually
most of the discomfort eased and as if on cue he began to move
within me.
Oh, the feeling was indescribable. Full, hot, slick...it made
me ache and I began to groan loudly into the quiet darkness of
the room. Hands bruised my hips as he pulled me onto him harder
and faster. I heard him murmur but at that moment I was too far
gone to hear him. I started pushing back with my body, impaling
myself on him. I was very close to reaching my climax when just
then he froze within me, mid stroke.
"What are you doing?" I cried out. My voice shaking from
passion interrupted.
"Were you trying make me desire you?" He asked, voice
unnaturally calm.
"What?!?!?..."
"Answer me!" he growled out as he shoved himself in again with
one sharp stroke.
"Yessss". I moaned. I could imagine the image I made. I was
sure my cock had gone purple and was weeping a steady stream
against me. I was dimly grateful for the darkness, so he could
not see my distress.
"Were you trying to make me fuck you?" One hand reaching around
and slowly encircling my hardness, fingertips ghosting over
acheingly tight skin, pulling just a little at the crown.
"Ohhhh...YES! Yes I was trying to make you want me, fuck me,
desire me. Is that so wrong??" I sobbed. Mindlessly thrusting
myself between the twin pleasures of his hand and cock.
"Is that all you wanted?" He asked, his voice dropping so low I
had to strain to hear it above the fierce beating of my heart.
He removed his hand from my straining shaft and I heard myself
whimper without shame. He was now completely motionless within
me. Hands holding my hips hard to prevent any movement on my
own.
"Is it? Was that all you wanted from me?" he asked again.
Shaken, my pride no longer seemed so dear and I cried out "NO,
that's not all I wanted, damn you! I wanted you to love me too!
I want you to love me the way I love you!"
I was so overwhelmed by desire, that I didn't care how pathetic
and pleading my most private wishes might have sounded out
loud. I wondered for a moment if I had gone too far. Almost
hysterically I started thinking that he might think it
acceptable for him to fuck me but not for me to love him. I had
visions of him leaving me unsatisfied and limp against the wall
of my room as punishment for teasing him over the last year. I
was trying to imagine how we could possibly repair our
relationship, if that was indeed where we were heading, when I
felt him draw in a long shuddered breath as he withdrew himself
from me.
Closing my eyes I felt tears start to fall.
Then hands came from my hips to enclose my chest and he held me
close for a long moment before starting to move once more
within me. Hands were roaming over my body with raw passion,
pulling and pushing me into even higher arousal then I could
have possibly imagined in a million years.
"Say it again."
"Ohh..." I sobbed, "I love you, I've always loved you, I will
always love you."
My face was wet with tears, and the air was cool against my
cheeks when I felt my head snap back in pure pleasure. I
strained against him. I could feel myself nearing the end of my
rope and I knew that it was only a matter of time before I
would climax. I found myself keening into the darkness of the
room. I wanted him to move faster and harder against me and as
if by magic he did. Grabbing me hard and thrusting. I heard his
belly slap against my ass, the sounds we made loud and erotic
in the stillness of my room. It felt so good I didn't want it
to end. Ever. Feeling my release approaching me fast I called
out to my lover, encouraging his movements, wanting him to be
with me. At last, feeling like a coil wound far too tightly, I
exploded, spraying the wall with thick ropes of seed, muscles
clenching around my lover.
I called out to him. "Obi-wan!" His name shouted to the
heavens.
I heard his shout of triumph as he came, thrusting hard in me.
Standing there, the wall once again cool against my face. We
drew in long breaths. Both of us struggling to return to some
semblance of calm. I felt his body once again press mine full
length onto the wall. I felt him move my hair from my neck,
reach up and tenderly kiss the me under my earlobe. I heard his
voice again in my ear. This time infinitely more loving and
soft.
"I love you too, and master, no more flirting naked with
padawans while I'm taking astro-physics finals, ok?"
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