Disclaimer: OK, so George owns the General. My worldly assets amount to
Synopsis: GENERAL SMUT. Any complaints? Keep 'em to yourself. I'm sick and ornery.
Author's Notes: Thanks to Diebin for encouraging this bunny. The title? This is your basic smut fic. So I looked up "smut" in the Word thesaurus…it came up with "filth", "perversion", etc. I'm a nice girl, really! J
Hmmm…. I'm sorta getting into this lyrical inspiration bit, so how 'bout something deep and profound like:
"Oooooohhh….love to love you, baby"
"General Kenobi?"
Obi-Wan shifted and looked over his shoulder. It was the man they encountered when they entered the establishment, most likely the proprietor. "Yes?"
"Anything I can get you? Another drink…something to eat…or-"
"No thank you," Obi-Wan responded curtly, but politely, to the man's sly expression.
"My name is Cirash," the man said with a soft smile. "It is not often that I have the honor of receiving a Jedi in my establishment…and a General at that."
"For my crew," Obi-Wan stated with just enough scorn to make his point.
"Of course," Cirash said with a slight bow of his head. "This is why they speak so well of you."
"Do they?" Obi-Wan responded, trying to hide the sarcasm in his voice. Cirash was a hustler, plain and simple…and not a very bright one if he were going to try to scam a Jedi.
"Oh yes, they do," Cirash said. "Which is why I offer you whatever you would like, on the house." Cirash looked to the bartender, "Whatever the General wants."
"This is fine," Obi-Wan said, tipping his glass.
Cirash sat in the stool next to him. "You fight for our side, General. Allow me to show my gratitude to you and your crew. You should relax. Feel free to…partake of whatever you like. I have many beautiful girls-"
"I appreciate your hospitality, sir," Obi-Wan interjected. "But I am fine. Thank you."
Cirash shrugged. "Whatever you like. I am happy to oblige." With that, he walked away with a chuckle.
Obi-Wan bristled just slightly. What he really wanted was some peace and quiet. He certainly didn't want a whore…or need one. Attracting female company certainly wasn't a problem for him. And he certainly wasn't going to give the local pimp the opportunity to brag that he had a Jedi in his house. As non-judgmental as he tried to be, Obi-Wan had little regard for these flesh peddlers, who mostly kept their houses staffed courtesy of a woman's desperate circumstances. At least that was his theory. Why else would a woman subject herself to-
"Is this seat taken?"
Obi-Wan didn't even look up from his glass. It wasn't the first time he'd heard that question over the past hour. "I'm sorry, I'd rather be alone," he responded, looking at the shiny veneer of the bar, running his finger along a deep gash in the wood that had been prettily smoothed over and re-finished.
"I didn't ask if I could join you. I asked if I could sit here."
The voice was quiet, the words somewhat surprising. Obi-Wan looked to his left to see a curious-looking woman standing somewhat expectantly, her hand on her hip and her eyebrows raised. Her attire was not as brash as the other girls…no blatant undergarments or lacy stockings…in fact, as he looked down, he noticed she wasn't wearing any stockings at all. Instead, she wore a long, slender, black velvet gown accented by flashes of burgundy. It looked more like an ornate robe, the long sleeves slinking down her hands so only her fingers were visible…the form-fitting bodice fastened down her torso all the way to her thighs where the fabric finally parted again to reveal well-sculpted legs. Her hair was a bundle of rich black tresses, mostly pinned up in the back…some stray locks winding down the front of her bare neck and chest, the very ends of the soft curls resting teasingly along the neckline of her dress as it accented the curve of her bosom.
Obi-Wan cleared his throat. Perhaps he didn't want to be left alone as much as he had thought.
"Well?" she asked a little impatiently.
"I'm sorry," he said with some confusion.
"Can I sit? Or shall I look elsewhere for a chair?"
"Oh…please, sit down," he said, giving her a welcoming smile.
She looked off to the side. "Oh, that's alright. I see a table just cleared. I'll sit over there instead. Sorry to bother you."
Before he could protest, she was walking away. He watched in wonder…both at her seemingly nonplussed attitude toward him and at the way her hips moved as she made her way to the table. She was a small woman…but in stature only, her tantalizing curves providing much inspiration for his libido. In a fraction of a second, he was off the stool and on his feet.
"Tell me your name," he said, planting himself in the booth next to the chair she sat in.
She smiled, but only a little. "Why?" She looked down at the light saber that rested against his thigh. "You're a Jedi. You tell me."
He smirked, "I'd rather you told me."
"Callie," she said.
"Callie?"
"Yes."
"I don't believe you," he said.
"I don't care," she said, staring at him.
"Well, I shall call you Callie, then," he said.
She gave him a little more of a smile. "Good." Callie just sat and watched him watch her. He unnerved her. She knew he was a General when Cirash sent her to approach him. But she didn't know until she saw his weapon that he was a Jedi. A man of power was easy enough to handle, and she had certainly seen enough officers in her time. But a man who could get into her mind was quite another story. This would be more difficult than she thought. Jedi's didn't usually frequent brothels. They didn't have to. The lore of the Jedi spoke for itself in more respectable environments. How she would hide herself from him…or what he planned to do with her…she wasn't quite sure.
Still, she was intrigued by the possibilities.
"Why are you here?" Callie crossed her legs, slightly kicking her foot in time with the music playing overhead.
Obi-Wan turned his head to look beyond her. "My crew," he said, nodding in their direction.
"Ah," she said. "Shore leave."
"Something like that, yes."
"But that doesn't explain why you're here," she said.
"I…." Obi-Wan stopped himself. He couldn't get a clear read on her. She was a bit nervous, that much was obvious….but he couldn't tell for certain whether she was propositioning him or just making conversation. Maybe it was the ale.
Callie knew she had him. It wasn't something distinctive….but she always knew. Something about the look in his eye, his body language…it was a non-specific definitive. Call it woman's intuition. She stood up slowly, never breaking eye contact with him…the corners of her mouth upturned, her eyelids blinking languidly.
Obi-Wan swallowed hard. Now he could tell. He met her challenge and held her gaze. "Where are you going?"
"Follow me, General," she said. Then she turned and walked away from him.
Obi-Wan watched the sway of her hips as she moved across the room. He sat still, contemplating the correct decision. He looked over to his crew…the ones that were still left in the lounge…all were oblivious to him for obvious reasons. Then he caught Cirash watching him. It had all been a setup. Obi-Wan chuckled to himself…this was a brothel, after all. But then he saw her again…still walking away from him and out of the room. Pride be damned. It had been much too long. He stood and stalked after her.
Callie leaned against a doorway at the end of the long hall, pleased with herself when she finally saw him step out from the lounge. His gait was smooth, confident, and very deliberate. Uneasiness washed over her as he watched her intently while quickly closing the distance between them. He was using the Force to try and read her, that much she knew. She'd felt the sensation only a few times before, but it was easily identifiable.
"Have a seat," she said, pointing to the sofa, its ornate lines and accents looking right a home in such an environment.
Obi-Wan sat down as she closed the door and locked it. He surveyed the room. No bed. Not surprising given that this was a complimentary offer.
Callie tried to suppress the smile. She knew what he was thinking. But that's how comps went around there. Give them a bit of what they wanted and make them return to pay for it.
Obi-Wan observed her with amusement. Her smirk…her hands on her hips. She certainly didn't seem very eager. "Maybe this isn't a good idea…." Before he could continue his polite decline, he found himself with a tempting offer in his lap. She pushed the long skirt back as she straddled his legs, pressing her stomach against his chest.
"Let's cut right to the chase, shall we?" Her lips just barely touched his as she hovered above him. Then she slid her knees wider and settled down on him, feeling him grow hard through his trousers.
Obi-Wan gasped as he felt her warmth, somewhat surprised - but not too surprised - that she wasn't wearing any underwear. He grabbed her hair and pulled her mouth to his as she began to grind her hips into him, coaxing his erection.
Callie found herself in the unusual position of being caught off guard. His kiss was hungry and insistent….what shocked her most of all was that she was enjoying it. She shivered as his craving wrapped around her, his hands finding her hips and pulling her into him.
His breath quickened as her tongue slipped into his mouth, his arousal suddenly overbearing. He slid his tongue around hers, relishing in the tiny moan that escaped before she could suppress it.
Callie lightly bit at his bottom lip as she pressed into him again. She could feel him grow harder….larger. "Nice," she whispered against his lips. She reached down and expertly unfastened his trousers with one hand. Then she slid down to the floor, kneeling before him and pulling at his clothing. Satisfied with his pants around his knees, she climbed back up on top of him and stroked his erection appreciatively. "Very nice," she purred.
"Don't tease," he growled, pulling her hand away. As becoming as she was, it was all an act after all. Just another hustle…but one that he was in no mind to refuse. He began tugging at the buttons on her dress.
"Leave that," she said, pulling his hand away. If Cirash wasn't getting paid, that meant she wasn't getting paid….which also meant that she kept her clothes on.
Obi-Wan looked up at her suddenly, having picked up her thought. Desire coupled with regret washed through him. "Maybe…I don't want to m-- mmmmmhhhh…." Obi-Wan's head fell back as he felt her wet, warm sheath surround him and tighten. He groaned as she moved slowly, taking him deeper still…his body beginning to tremble with pent-up desire.
Callie lost her breath momentarily as lust spilled uncontrolled from him…the air between them vibrant. Her resolve to take no pleasure in this was quickly waning. His hands still gripped her hips, encouraging her to take him faster. His impressive girth stimulated those long-neglected spots inside her, no matter how she tried to move to avoid it. She tightened around him again, ellicting another moan as his mouth dropped open, his eyes fluttering shut.
He began to thrust his hips up, wanting…needing….to bury himself deeper. Callie grabbed the back of the sofa as his body lurched up. She was losing control and fast.
"I need to touch you," he growled, intently fondling her breasts through her dress. His touch made her shiver, and she pulled his hands away again. Undaunted, he pulled at her sleeve, baring one shoulder….and proceeded to tug at the neckline, popping the top button and finally uncovering her breast. Before she could protest, his thumb flicked across her nipple, causing her to whimper and tighten around him again.
"Come for me," he whispered, his voice tight as he struggled for control.
Callie pulled his hand away from her breast and leaned forward, grabbing his head. "You get what you pay for, General."
Her words bit at his conscience….but not enough to distract him from the fact that she doubled her efforts, riding him hard and forcing loud, stuttered moans out of him. Callie bit her lip as she felt him shudder…denying herself….
"Oh gods…" he moaned. "Please…." He suddenly opened his eyes and tangled his fingers in her hair, pulling her head down to pin her with his eyes. "I need to feel you…"
Callie took a ragged breath and gave in. "Yesss…nnnnggghhh…." Her head fell to the side as she shifted her pelvis forward, letting his cock sweep sweetly along the pleasure points inside her. She cried out when his hand snaked down between their bodies, his thumb eagerly circling her clit.
Obi-Wan pumped his hips up frantically as he felt her muscles begin to spasm. With a shout he spilled his orgasm into her. As the hot liquid burst inside her, she tried to swallow her cries as the tension snapped and her body lurched with the waves that rolled through her.
Obi-Wan collapsed back into the sofa, Callie's frame crumpled against him…their bodies wet with sweat and sex…their lungs panting and wheezing. After only a brief respite, Callie peeled herself from him and stood on shaky legs.
"Get dressed," Callie said matter-of-factly, "and then let yourself out." She adjusted her dress the best she could and did the same with her hair in the small mirror next to the door. She then reached for the doorknob…but was halted by Obi-Wan's hand on her wrist. "I have to get back," she said, staring at the door.
"You don't have to," he said.
"I do," Callie said.
"Just-"
"Listen," Callie said, finally turning to him. "You don't pay….I don't eat. It's that simple. Now let go of my arm."
Obi-Wan felt a blush race across his face. "I…I could pay-"
"Keep it," Callie said with a huff as she elbowed him out of the way and opened the door. Her efforts were thwarted again as he slammed the door shut and shoved her up against it. Before she could vent her anger, he kissed her hard, pressing his body into her.
His lips hastily trailed across her cheek and down to her ear. "It's a been a long time," he growled as he sucked at her earlobe.
"No," she whispered in a weak protest. "I can't."
"Why not," he said against her neck as he nipped at her sensitive skin.
"I have…customers," she gritted out.
"Then let me be your customer," he said, his hands exploring her curves.
She whimpered as her desire began to build again….it certainly wasn't a bad offer….but she couldn't let herself become attached, even in the slightest. "Stop," she said as he suckled at the base of her neck. "Stop," she said a little more forcefully and giving him a slight shove.
Obi-Wan took a step back. Her countenance was agitated now. "Stay with me for the night," he said.
"No," she said, slowly turning around.
"Why?"
She simply opened the door and walked out. "I have to go," she said, without looking at him. She wanted him too much…and she couldn't say that to him or let herself feel it.
But what she forgot was that she didn't have to say it for him to hear it. Obi-Wan watched her walk down the hall and disappear up the stairway. He had three more days on this planet. Her current resistance wouldn't be a problem for General Kenobi.
Part 3
She was in his blood now. Her profession, her activities…they mattered not at all. She could have been a bartender, a teacher, a musician, even a Jedi. One taste and he wanted more. He would have more. The Code says there is no passion. However, the Code is instructive...not necessarily factual. Because every Jedi feels passion…but to control it makes them much more…agreeable.
"Back again, General? So glad to have you," Cirash said with a leer. "Can I get you a drink, a-"
"I want to see Callie."
Cirash gave him an apologetic smile. "Yes, I understand. But, you see, she is….occupied with another guest."
"Then unoccupy her," Obi-Wan said. "Now."
Cirash shook his head. "I cannot do that. As you can see," he gestured into the lounge, "she is already occupied….with a very good customer…a paying customer."
Obi-Wan looked over Cirash's head. Callie, indeed, was occupied…her face was animated as she carried on a conversation with her…customer. It was certainly a side he hadn't seen the night before. "Call her over here," Obi-Wan said.
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me. Call her over here. Let her choose."
"General, that is not possible. She had prior arrangements." Cirash leaned in. "She is one of my best girls. Very popular. You understand."
Obi-Wan bristled. He wanted her. He would have her. He stepped past Cirash, easily pushing him aside
Callie looked up to see General Kenobi walking toward her….with her best-paying client sitting right in front of her. And the problem was that her hunger was not for the man who paid for her. She watched the General as he simply stood there, demanding her only with his eyes….and with a stance to make the most jaded woman swoon. His palpable desire quickened her pulse…but her livelihood sat before her. He was not an offensive man, although nothing like the General. But, then again, who was?
"Excuse me," she said to the well-dressed man sitting before her. "I will return in a moment."
Obi-Wan smiled slightly, but curbed his feeling of victory when she gave him a sharp look. She stood up and marched past him, walking out into the hallway with Obi-Wan close behind.
"Get out," she said, turning quickly toward him.
Her aggressiveness surprised him….a little. "I won't go," he said.
"You will," she said.
"I want you."
"Not my problem," Callie said, crossing her arms in front of her.
"On the contrary," Obi-Wan said.
"Listen," she said with annoyance in her voice. "If you want a date, you call and schedule one. I have a customer in there…and a well-paying one, I might add."
Obi-Wan smirked at her. "How much?"
"What??"
"How much is he paying you?"
Callie quickly squeezed her eyes shut and then opened them wide. "None of your business."
"I will pay you more," Obi-Wan said, stepping forward and towering over her as she leaned against the wall.
Anger stinged Callie's eyes. "I don't want your money," she said in a hostile whisper. "I am not a treat for you to buy on a whim." She knew her words were ludicrous as soon as she heard herself say them. Of course she was for sale. She could be bought for nothing, just like she was last night.
Obi-Wan immediately regretted his arrogance the instant he sensed her shame. He most definitely was not in control tonight. "I'm sorry," he said.
Callie snorted in response but refused to look at him.
"I need you," he said.
She sighed. "Listen, if you want to get romantic about a quick lay with a whore, then fine. But I have commitments this evening."
"I will wait."
Callie dropped her head in frustration. "Why are you doing this? You don't understand, I-"
"No," Obi-Wan said, grabbing her arms, "you are the one who doesn't understand."
"Please, just go," she whispered quietly.
Obi-Wan pressed his forehead against her. "You are like an addiction…."
"What??"
"…a hunger…. I need to touch you…to taste you…."
"You are mad," she gasped.
He gave her a low chuckle. "Quite sane, actually. But I am a Jedi…."
"Yes, I know that," she said, trying to figure out how to slip away from him…but not quite sure that she wanted to.
"My needs are…more demanding, you might say."
"Well," she said nervously, "you all seem rather balanced to the rest of us."
"Yes," he said. "We are very balanced, very much in control….when we choose to be."
Callie shivered. This was not going well…actually, it was going too well…but given her current situation, it was a disaster.
"Callie!!"
She jumped and looked nervously in Cirash's direction. That tone did not bode well for her. "Please," she said, pushing Obi-Wan away. "I have to go. You are causing trouble."
"And you, General," Cirash said as he marched over to them, "you will have to leave. I have tried to be hospitable to you, but she has other plans."
Obi-Wan turned slowly to Cirash. "You will change her plans. She is with me now."
Cirash stared at Obi-Wan for a moment before responding, "I will change her plans. She is with you now."
Callie gasped. "You can't do that."
"I just did," Obi-Wan said.
"He just did," Cirash said.
"But I can't leave him waiting in there," Callie said, somewhat unconvincingly as she toyed with the possibility.
"Tell him she has taken ill," Obi-Wan said.
Cirash nodded. "I will tell him she has taken ill."
"Isn't that against the rules?" Callie asked, somewhat exasperated. "Messing around with his mind…."
"Probably," Obi-Wan said, grabbing her hand and pulling her toward the stairs.
"No," Callie said, pulling away from him as reality finally came shouting back. "You think I'm just going to be your girl now? You can't just march in here and demand me!"
"But-"
"This is all about you, just like it is for every other man who walks through that door," she said.
"No, I-"
"It's about what YOU want. And once you get it, you'll be back on your ship and off this rock." Callie took a moment to breathe. "I admit, last night wasn't unpleasant…but this is not something I can afford to entertain any further. Understand that. Please."
Obi-Wan felt the regret in her words. This is why he was taught control, so he wouldn't cause others harm. He inhaled and regained his bearings. "I apologize. I will do as you wish."
She sighed and said softly. "It's not that I don't want to…I just…can't. Please…."
He nodded and backed away from her very strong longing for him to stay. He turned and walked out the front door. He had to go. She was right….for now.
Part 4
Callie sank in the warm water with a sigh of relief. This night, as every night, she needed to be cleansed. Of everything. Her body wasn't her own….but in these early hours of the morning, she would reclaim it, scrubbing herself clean, even sliding down to submerge her head in the hopes that the memories could simply seep out of her ears.
Her skin splotchy from the rough washcloth, she stood quickly and jumped out of the tub, pulling the drain plug and watching it all disappear yet again. Then she turned on the showerhead and repeated the process, letting the hot water purge their scents out of her nose as she nearly choked on the streams.
And then she went to work on her hair. They liked to touch it, to grab it, to pull it…their grimy hands and sweaty bodies leaving it dull and limp with their residue. There was something about the mess they made of her hair that was painfully personal. She lathered it up with a handful of shampoo…once….twice….rinsing with the hottest water she could tolerate in order to strip it clean.
But, in the end, it was business. And so she long ago detached her mind and her heart from the services her body provided. Besides, it could be worse. She could be standing on a street corner. There was little for her to do…being a woman of her race and common ancestry. She was luckier than most women. Far luckier.
"Far luckier," she said to her reflection as she combed out her wet hair. Her beauty was a privilege…or so she had been told. It meant that men would pay good money for her. It also meant that she wouldn't have to spend her life folding sheets and cleaning toilets for those more fortunate…the other half….the better half. So instead of cleaning their houses, she let them fuck her. For good money. Lucky her.
Would she feel better about cleaning their houses? It was too late to ponder that question.
Callie stepped into the bedroom of her tiny flat and pulled a warm, soft robe around herself. She looked at her reflection again in the mirror. After all this time, it still surprised her how different she was here at home. But she wasn't sure which face she recognized better, the one painted up for show and other's pleasure, or the one here…bare and frighteningly apathetic.
She didn't always loathe it. The man she was with tonight, her best client, was charming to an extent and a truly decent man. He spoke to her sweetly and always made sure she was taken care of by tipping her well, away from Cirash's grubby fingers. He would lay extra credits on the nightstand next to the bed to thank her…and to absolve himself, no doubt, before he returned to his real life.
Callie laid down on her own bed…her sacred space. Then suddenly she thought of him, although the memory did not surprise her. She had been holding it down for fear of what would happen if she let it come to the surface. There was something different about him, something she wanted to tap into. His eyes seemed to bore deep into her, his hair soft, his skin nearly electric. She had shivered when he touched her, when he kissed her, when he... She hadn't shivered in a long, long time.
A pounding at the door broke her reverie. And she was the one who made fun of him for romanticizing their quickie on the sofa. She snorted at herself and sat up, pulling the robe tightly around her waist as she tried to think of a good excuse for not paying her rent as the pounding on her door became more insistent.
She opened the door a crack and then felt her mind and body go numb. There he stood brazenly at her door, head cocked to one side, the faintest stubble reflecting the light from the buzzing overhead bulb. He leaned on one arm against the doorway, his knee bent, his hips shifted to form an interesting line from his waist to his boots.
"H-How did you…find me?" The steady blinking of Callie's eyes gave the only indication that she had not gone completely catatonic.
Her words spawned movement as he stepped forward into her apartment. "Does it matter?" he asked as he forced her to walk backwards by the sheer intention of his motion.
Callie continued to retreat until she hit a wall. Then the shivering began again as she watched his lithe form swagger towards her. The weakest protest formed in her brain. "I ca-"
"You can now," he said. He reached forward and pulled her to him, descending to kiss her as she gratefully surrendered.
Part 5
Once deprived for so long, a body forgets its need. Once reminded, it cannot be denied until satisfied. The need becomes a living thing…ferocious, even.
Callie's body quaked as her fingers dug into Obi-Wan's hair and clothing, desperately trying to pull him closer as their tongues wrapped around each other, their lips sliding and sealing together.
Her hunger almost pained him as he held himself steady so as not to lose complete control. Now unleashed, her craving held more energy and desperation than his ever had. Her kiss demanded more and more of him, and he eagerly fed her desire, pressing her into the wall with his body. His hands tugged at the sash of her robe, and as the thick fabric fell open, his fingers delighted in her soft, bare skin.
Callie moaned against his lips, her mouth dropping open as his hands skimmed over her breasts. Her knees began to shake as his thumbs teased her taut nipples and his lips cascaded down her neck. The intensity of her desire caused her breath to catch. Somehow, these sensations were all new….or perhaps something finally regained.
She suddenly pushed him forward and pulled him to the side in the same motion. No words were necessary as she led him to her bedroom, quickly tossing her robe onto the floor and easing herself back on the bed. She watched him intently as he undressed, noticing the precision of his fingers as he quickly unbuttoned his shirt and the play of his tight muscles as the shirt fell away….the strength of his hands as they gripped and unfastened his belt, the bend of his stomach as he leaned down to place the belt and weapon on the floor….his fingers at work again, quickly removing his boots…and then his forearm twisting forward for the quick unbuttoning and languid unzipping of his pants.
Callie scrambled to her knees as the last of his clothing fell to the floor. Unable to wait for Obi-Wan to meet her on the bed, she reached out and grabbed his arm, leaning forward until she hit his solid chest. The brush of his warm skin against her breasts caused her lungs to flutter.
"Lay back," he whispered softly, nibbling at her ear.
"I need you now," she responded, her voice low in her throat.
Obi-Wan gently pushed her back as he climbed up on the bed until she lay flat before him. His erection was heavy and distracting, begging him to take her fast and hard. But instead, he fell back on his control, hungrily eyeing this woman who provided pleasure for others but seemed to have little of her own. He placed his hand on her stomach and then stretched his fingers out, pushing his hand forward until his fingers rose over the curve of her breast.
Callie whimpered and closed her eyes, arching up into his touch. "Please," she faintly whispered. Then she cried out as she felt his hot, wet tongue on her nipple as his lips suckled her flesh.
He groaned against her now-pink skin as he reached down between her legs and felt the extent of her arousal. Callie whined, popping her hips up off the mattress as his fingers teased her slick, swollen bundle of nerves. She clenched his hair in her fingers as his mouth ravished her other breast, her control beginning to waver as his hand moved further down, two fingers slipping inside her.
"Please," she whispered again, a little more desperately this time.
Obi-Wan moved forward to look into her eyes. "Please, what?" he asked, pumping his fingers into her as he found the spot that made her entire body shudder.
"I need you," she growled.
"And I need you," he purred against her lips.
"Then fuck me, General," she whispered.
"Not yet."
"Why?" she whined.
A sly grin spread across his face, and then suddenly he disappeared from her line of sight, his fingers slipping out of her. Callie lifted her head slightly. "Wha…aaaaaahhh…." Her head fell back down to the mattress as she felt his tongue snake up her center. His hands gripped her thighs and pressed them open as his tongue slipped out to taste her again. Her body began to writhe, her hips pressing up to meet his tongue as it slowly circled around her clit…his heated, panting breaths blazing her tender flesh.
Obi-Wan tentatively tapped into her desire, a flood of lust and longing suddenly rampaging through him. He honed in on her pleasure and could feel her climax beginning to build. The intensity of her energy made his cock throb with a nearly unbearable ache. He moaned against her as he used his fingers to bare her swollen nub to his mouth, sucking and licking it as her body flexed up and down, unintelligible words spilling from her lips.
Sweat broke out on Callie's skin as wild tremors began to coarse through her. She reflexively bent her legs and planted her feet on the mattress, giving her enough leverage to push her hips higher as Obi-Wan continued to pleasure her with his tongue. She spread her legs farther…so close….gods, so close….
Suddenly, she choked out a sob as the tension shattered and she felt herself hurled upward into her climax, the pleasure going higher…continuing on and on…. Obi-Wan fought to keep his mind focused on her as her orgasm fed his lust through the lover's bond, her sweet moans filling his head and dulling his rationale as he began to shake with terrible need.
As he felt her climax recede, he slowed his caresses until he sensed her sated ache. Obi-Wan quickly crawled up the length of her body, his erection rubbing along her thigh, leaving a light liquid trail on her skin. Callie felt the wetness from his cock and responded in kind, shifting herself and wrapping her legs around him.
Obi-Wan hissed as Callie pushed her hips up, rubbing her slippery opening against his length. She watched his eyes close and his face grimace as she teased him, her hands reaching down to lightly run her fingernails up his thighs.
"Nnnngghhh…I told you not…to tease me," he said.
"And I told you to fuck me," she responded with a throaty whisper.
Obi-Wan's eyes popped open, a feral growl rising from his lungs as he grabbed her hands and pinned them over her head. He rose slightly on his knees and then plunged his hard cock inside her, groaning as she tightened while he buried his shaft in her.
He thrusted slowly at first, circling his hips and savoring every inch of her slick sheath. Callie dug her fingers into his back as he filled her, deliciously stretching her and sliding across the sweetest spot inside her. But the ache drove him faster…his buttocks tensing as his hips began to piston, her flowing desire making erotic liquid music as his cock plunged into her faster and harder.
As Obi-Wan pressed up on his arms, their damp skin slid together as tiny beads of sweat trickled from his stomach onto hers. Callie ran her fingers up his chest, teasing his hard nipples as he threw his head back while gutteral moans bounced off the ceiling. The muscles in his arms tensed and quaked until he finally lowered himself again, his torso heating her skin as it made contact.
Obi-Wan buried his face in her neck, moaning insistently against her skin, making it hum and blush. Callie ran her fingers through his damp hair and pressed her hips up into him as she felt herself near the edge yet again.
"Callie…." he gasped as he felt her begin to tighten. "Oh….gods…." His stuttered moan to the heavens reverberated across her neck as he pounded into her. "…so good…sooo…ooooohh…." He gulped hard as she began to whimper, her muscles beginning to spasm.
Callie drew in a sharp breath as a second orgasm began to rumble toward her center. "Don't stop…please…more…." Obi-Wan instantly sensed her need and shifted his hips. "Ooohh…right there…" she moaned as he drove her to the point of release.
"Yesss…come for me…." His words were replaced by a low grunt as Callie's body slapped against his as she tightened and then cried out as she came hard, her muscles clenching and pulling on his shaft until a powerful tremor roared through him. He climaxed with a shout, pumping his orgasm into her.
For the longest time, the two of them laid there…limbs entwined, skin tingling, lungs fighting to keep up with pulses. Slowly, the frenetic atmosphere began to calm…arousal unwinding….hunger sated….need giving way to fulfillment. Obi-Wan rolled to his side, pulling Callie to him.
As the sun's rays filtered in through the cheap curtains, the light bounced along the walls to highlight the cracks and water stains that had been hidden in the early morning darkness. Street noises seemed to suddenly come alive from beyond the window…sounds that testified to the neighborhood's sullied image.
It was at this time of the morning when Callie would try to force herself to sleep by downing pills and covering her head with pillows, forcing her mind to a place better than this that she always planned to see but knew she never would….except for this particular morning. She snuggled into Obi-Wan's body, hiding her face against his neck as he pulled her closer…wishing somehow that he could take her from this life, but knowing full well that she was not his to save. Had he been younger and still full of idealism, he would rescue this damsel from her seedy life and take her to Coruscant to begin anew. But he was older now and understood that the only thing he could do with this beautiful, unfortunate woman he hardly knew was to let her sleep and feel safe, if only for a few hours.
--Donna Summer
He sat at the bar nursing an ale, not entirely comfortable being there. He was a private man, after all, but the mission had been a difficult one. His crew really needed, and deserved, a diversion.
Part 2