Title: ABH - Closet Monster
Author: Emmy (with vital consultation by Darry; thanks for the title!)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Just keep making money, George. The paddlewan is good for lots of free entertainment
Notes: Ladies, start your engines
Plot: Zero
Shame: See 'Plot'
Praise: Adored
High-Octane Derision: Go fuck yourself
Excuses: WEEK FROM HELL

"Where have you been?"

"I'm sorry."

"Don't sorry me. I've been waiting for an hour," you say, hands on your hips as you glare at him in the doorway.

"We arrived later than expected. Had to meet with Council and--"

"We're late," you say, grabbing your purse and shoving against him as you step out of your apartment. You turn and lock the door. "You could have called."

"I'm sorry," Obi-Wan says again, placing his hand on your shoulder.

You sigh and turn to face him. "Stop apologizing. We'll just be fashionably late." Before he can respond, you walk past him and toward the outer door of your apartment building.

~*~

The party is dead boring. You knew it would be. It's probably best that you showed up late. But, of course, you won't tell him that.

"I promise I'll make it up to you," he says softly, leaning down so his lips are scandalously close to your ear in this very crowded crowd. Of course, the benefit of crowded crowds is that they don't notice much.

You smirk and raise an eyebrow at him.

He smirks back.

"I need another drink," you say, turning around and walking toward the bar.

"How about some fresh air," he says, taking hold of your elbow and veering you away from the bar and across the room.

"It's cold outside," you say as you get to the edge of the crowd.

"It will be good for you," he says, directing you down the hall.

You sigh. "Oh, let's just go h--…hey, what the--" you sputter as he suddenly opens a closet door and pushes you inside.

He closes the door behind him and presses you against the wall. "I told you I would make it up to you," he says right before kissing you.

You whimper as his kiss and the length of his body pressed against you reminds you of what you've been missing in his absence. You reach up and run your fingers through his softly bristled hair, pulling his head closer to you as your tongues meet and slide against each other. His hands grip your sides, alternating up and down your torso as they explore the curves of your breasts.

You raise your knee to rub along his leg as his hips grind into you, his keen arousal already evident by the feel of his erection straining against his pants. He reaches down to unhook his belt. As he does so, the back of his hand brushes between your legs. You press your hips forward to rub against his hand, your head falling back against the wall as his belt falls to the floor and he intentionally rubs his hand against you this time, his other hand gathering up the fabric of your loose skirt in order to find a way underneath the barrier.

You moan softly as his fingers find bare skin, caressing against your thigh and then rising up to slide against the silky fabric of your panties. His lips attach to your neck, sucking gently as his tongue traces patterns against your skin.

Your desire too sharp for teasing, you reach down, yanking up his tunic and fumbling with the fastener on his pants. A few moments later, the garment gives way, his hard, heated flesh bobbing against your hand.

He gasps and then groans against your neck as your fingers encircle his erect penis. You stroke him slowly, feeling his length expand in your hand as your fingers glide over his smooth skin.

"Nnngghhhhh," he moans into your ear. "I missed you."

You gently squeeze his erection as your hand continues to stroke him. "Show me," you say deep in your throat.

His head rises, and he looks you in the eye. A slow, naughty smile spreads across his face.

And then he drops to his knees.

You catch the loud moan in your throat before it can echo outside the door, as in one swift movement, he pulls your panties down and slides his tongue across your center. His lips close down over your clitoris, and his tongue begins to mercilessly tease you.

You grab his ponytail and press your hips forward, raising one leg as his tongue flickers across your clit, faster and faster as tiny whimpers escape your throat. The gentle suction and warm, wet pressure of his tongue sends you careening toward the edge.

But you know he's just toying with you.

Because there you stay, on the knife-edge of pleasure, your hand squeezing tighter in his hair as your body begins to lurch against the wall. Finally, you yank on his ponytail, lowering your leg and growling, "Get up here."

With heavy, panting breaths, he rises, grabbing your thighs as he lifts your body off the floor, using the wall for leverage. You pull up the flaps of his tunic as you circle your legs around him.

He kisses you hard, hungry and insistent. And as you lower slightly, settling into this desperate posture, you feel his hard length between your legs. He groans and shifts on his feet.

With a surge of his hips, he slides inside you, quickly filling you, your body eager taking him in after being hungry for him for so long. You clutch at his shoulders as he thrusts into you, your bodies moving fervently together as your need quickens.

Breathless groans echo softly in the confined space, his tunic dampening beneath your hands as his legs tighten and flex with each upward roll of his hips, his cock plunging deeper inside you with each thrust.

One of his hands quickly slides between your bodies, desperately pulling at the fabric of your skirt until his fingers find their way to your clit. One of your hands grasps his ponytail again as you moan and bump you head against the wall.

"That's it," he gasps. "Come for me, baby. Come on," he growls as his fingers and hips move faster, his groans driving you desire higher still.

Your awareness is narrowed down to the sticky heat of your bodies ardently grinding together and the exquisite pleasure of his hard, thick cock pumping in and out of you, his fingers upping the ante as they zero in on just the right, tiniest spot that he knows will send your entire body soaring.

And then your body shudders, his hips enthusiastically driving into you as your orgasm sends rapid, intense waves of pleasure through you. You try to swallow your cry as you grind against him, inadvertently pulling his hair and clothing as your hands reflexively grasp for dear life.

His moans increase to a fever pitch as the pleasure overtakes him and his seed erupts inside you, his length sliding deeply into your body as he throws himself into his orgasm. His heavy exhalations leave a humid sheen across your neck as his hips begin to slow.

Finally, your bodies slump against each other as you both sigh noisily, your clothes rumpled and sticking to your skin as you remain embraced. The strength of his body is steady beneath you as you remain pressed to the wall, your legs still tightly wound around him.

After several minutes he moves, stepping back and lowering you to the ground. He kisses you then, slower this time, his lips tender and loving. You quietly and happily moan into his mouth, slowly winding his braid around and in between your fingers.

"Alright, now I think I should take you home," he says, his forehead leaning against yours.

You give him a sly smile. "I thought you didn't like confined spaces."

"Well, I'm not fond of them when I'm alone because there's really nothing interesting to do to distract me. But with you, I can face my fear and handle the experience exceedingly well."

"I'll say," you purr.

He smiles and kisses you softly, just enough to tease. "Let me take you home, and I'll show you how well I do in wide open spaces." Then he backs up, opens the closet door, and leads you out.

"You sure you're up to it," you ask.

He turns his head and raises a cocky eyebrow at you.

You smirk. "Just checking," you say as you walk past him with a flip of your hair and a proud grin on your face.

The End