You make a quick stop in front of the mirror to make sure everything is in its place. Black sweater dress, black tights, black shoes, black jacket. And it´s a good hair day! You grab your bag full of more stuff than you ever really need to take, and head out the door. It´s a quick couple of steps to the front door of your building, and sooner than you´d like you are outside in the cool morning air. You look up briefly at the slight drizzle falling down in between the towering buildings that stretch up high into the gray sky. Why they actually choose to make it rain is a constant point of grumbling among the citizens. Once you feel the dampness on your face, you dash to the transport station across the street just in time to catch your shuttle. It´s not that far to your shop, but in this weather no one would want to walk.

You start the coffee machine and scurry around your second home to get things in order before it´s time to open. You love how this place hugs you each and every morning. The smell of books and coffee surrounded by only the muffled sound of the outside world is the best way you could ever think to live. It´s quiet, it´s relaxed…and these days rather hip to be a bookseller. Who knew? It´s the revenge of the bookworm. Your humdrum life is suddenly trendy.

It´s the usual weekday crowd. Moms and kids in the morning, business people at the lunch hour. The most interesting people come in the afternoon and later in the evening. Your soul enjoys the evening hours, usually filled with people who crave the written word as much as you do. But the silly girl inside you enjoys the afternoons. You weren´t really sure about renting retail space so close to the Temple. You figured Jedi´s didn´t have much expendable cash. But they come in droves. It´s a little place to get away from the Temple but still respectable enough to bring lots of active traffic during the day.

You suppress a chuckle as you watch the younger padawans out of the corner of your eye trying not to look at your collection of Dalarian spiritual eroticism volumes.

“Can I help you find anything?” You give them a straight, innocent look.

The three boys blush and sputter away from you without saying anything intelligible. As they disperse, you see one of your favorite customers standing a few feet away.

“Are you finding everything alright?”

Master Qui-Gon looks up from perusing the shelves and graces you with a gentle smile. “Yes, actually, I´m looking for a particular title.”

You perk your eyebrows and smile back. “And what title would that be?”

“Hmmm….” He strokes his bearded chin as he searches his memory for a moment. “I believe it is something like ‘Incorrigible Jedi Padawans and the Masters who Tolerate Them.´”

You laugh as you hear another voice on the other side of the bookshelf respond dryly, “I heard that.”

Your insides perform a tiny flutter at the sound of that voice. You don´t know Obi-Wan as well as his Master. Books don´t seem to hold the same appeal for him. But you´ve seen him in the store enough to look forward to seeing more of him.

You glance back to Qui-Gon and say, “Having a good day, are we?”

Qui-Gon breaks into a soft chuckle. “You have no idea.”

You hear a grumble from the other side of the shelf. You smile back at Qui-Gon and say, “Well, let me know if I can help you with anything.”

“Thank you,” he responds with a light bow of his head. “As always, it is a delight to be here.”

You positively beam as you eat up the flattery and make your way back to the register to help other customers. As you complete your sale, you look up to see Obi-Wan walking toward you. The smooth measure of his gait and gentle smirk on his face does the most remarkable things to you. He stops short of the counter and looks at a display rack of magazines. He stands with his hips shifted slightly to the right with his leg bent casually. Your eyes follow the line of his boots and solid legs. You are suddenly possessed with the thought of him striding up behind the counter and forcing you firmly to the wall, pressing those hips against you as you wrap your legs around him.

You don´t realize that you´re actually thinking this until he turns his head suddenly to look right at you. ::Oh shit:: you think. You shut your brain dead-off and go back to something boring like running your inventory. And then you pretend to pay great attention to ringing up your next customer.

When you look up again, he´s walking straight to you. You take a deep breath…but that´s as far as you get since you hold it without exhaling. His eyes stare right into yours for a moment too long.

“So,” you finally speak, “did you find anything?”

His eyes continue to search yours. ::Inventory, inventory:: you repeat in your head.

“Not at the moment,” he says. Then his serious face breaks, and he smiles again. “See you later this evening, perhaps.” Then he turns and walks out the store. You exhale.

The evening crowd is a quiet one. It´s Friday night so it´s usually slow. Saturdays are better. Fridays seem to be drink-the-workweek-away night. You, of course, spend it at the store and then quietly at home.

You walk over to shift a book in a window display. You look up just in time to see Obi-Wan crossing the street toward you. You can´t help but stare at his presentation. Black shirt unbuttoned just enough to be interesting but not ridiculous. Black pants with flashes of silver as his lightsabre swings from his hip. Black boots. It´s a breathtaking silhouette.

You busy yourself once again as you hear the door chime as he enters. You turn to look at him and find yourself fighting those up-against-the-wall thoughts once again. He gazes at you with a rather odd stare. He says nothing at all. Two other men enter the store and call to him, “Let´s go.” He smiles at you and then silently turns and walks out.

You scrunch your face up in mild confusion at that strange interchange and then shake your head. “Well, have fun trolling for babes,” you say under your breath. You chastise yourself for being silly enough to bother flirting with these young guys.

At 10:00 it´s time to lock up. It´s been a very slow night, and you are happy to be going home. Even though the city is just gearing up, you cannot wait to get home and crawl into bed to watch a good holovid or two.

Your little block of the city is rather quiet as usual. You look up and down the sidewalk and only see someone walking a dog out in the distance. It is a very safe place to live, but your instincts always tell you to keep looking over your shoulder. As usual, there´s nothing to be alarmed about.

You climb the few steps to the front door of your building. You unlock the front door and hold your key out toward your apartment door. You turn the key in the lock and open it. In a flash your mind turns upside down as you are grabbed from behind and shoved into your apartment. You attempt to scream but a firm hand grabs your mouth, preventing anything but muffled noises to escape you. You thrash around in the dark, fear racing through every cell, against the strong body that holds you. The wind is forced from your lungs as your back firmly meets the wall.

“Stop fighting me.”

You suddenly freeze as your attacker´s face comes into view. His eyes are focused as they command you into stillness. Your brain races to make some kind of sense of the fact that this Jedi…Obi-Wan of all people…has stalked you and attacked you in your apartment.

He stands at arm´s length, one hand holding your head and one hand pressed against your stomach. “Because you wanted me to,” he growls.

You frantically shake your head.

Silence for several moments. His face softens. “Hmmm,” he responds. “Tell me to leave, and I will.”

You stare silently in response to this unexpected ball in your court. You feel your heart pounding, your unsteady breaths, the burning….

The vaguest hint of a smile – one of victory – crosses his face. He releases his hold on you and places his hands against the wall on either side of your head. He looks straight down on you, his chin meeting your forehead. You keep your eyes down, not brave enough to look up…but your eyes must now fight the temptation of his chest. There is something distinct in his heat and his scent as he invades your space.

“Tell me to leave, and I will,” he whispers against your forehead. He removes a hand from the wall and strokes your hair, capturing a lock and lightly winding it between his fingers. You try to keep your eyes down, but there is no respite from his onslaught…he´s there above…below…at all sides. He scoops up more of your hair in the palm of his hand and carefully lowers his face to it as though sampling the perfume of a delicate bouquet. He inhales deeply, and the slightest sigh – something more than mere exhalation – follows, his warm breath lightly brushing across your cheek.

You swallow hard and resist your instincts. “I cannot do this. I don´t even know you.”

He whispers against your temple. “You should not think such thoughts about perfect strangers.”

You blush furiously at his reference to your mini-fantasy earlier in the day. Then your defenses rise. “And you should not invade my mind to see my thoughts.”

His head bows lower, and your body begins to shake as his eyelashes tickle your forehead. “You need to learn to stop sending out your thoughts if you do not intend to act on them.” His hand, still loosely tangled in your hair, tilts your head up.

You move your head back down the moment he finds your eyes. “I can´t,” you whisper.

His other hand leaves the wall. His fingers stake along the back of your neck while his thumb lifts your chin. You gasp in surprise at how close his lips are to yours, and you instantly suppress a shudder

“Stop fighting yourself,” he says.

“I…I….”

“It´s easy,” he whispers as his lips move closer. “Let me show you.” You try to move your head back, but you are trapped by the wall. “Just like this,” he speaks lowly against your lips…your protest is reduced to a muffled whimper as he claims your mouth completely. The only thing you can think is that is has been far too long since you have been seduced as your resolve melts into slightly shameful willingness. You use your newfound liberation to your advantage and journey your tongue into his mouth. He groans when you find his, and you slide along and around each other this way. His hips press into your stomach, and you whimper again at the unmistakable sign of his arousal.

When you finally come up for air, his mouth immediately latches on to your neck. You moan as he delicately consumes the sensitive flesh, you vocalization growing louder as his arms descend to pick you up off the floor, your back pressing into the wall, and your legs wrapping around his waist. The soft knit fabric of your dress obligingly scoots up your legs, and your only shield from his heat is the thin fabric of your tights. And it proves to be no match against the grinding of his pelvis. In the state you´re in, you could probably fall over the edge despite both of your completely clothed bodies. The mere thought of actually having him inside you makes you shiver.

His face rises to yours, possessed by desire. He stares at you as he circles his hips against you again. His lashes flutter over dazed eyes as he releases a quiet groan. He licks his lips and growls, “Say it.” He presses his bulging groin directly between your legs and repeats a little louder, “Say it.”

The firmness of his arousal grinds into your center, and the words easily tumble out of your mouth and against his lips. “Fuck me.”

Before you are aware of it, you are moving toward your bedroom, but your feet do not touch the floor. You are thrown on the bed and quickly trapped by his body crushing yours. He kisses you with a groan and holds your hands over your head. Two sets of hips buck against each other in a desperate attempt for contact.

He releases your hands and frantically unbuttons your dress. You gasp in sudden shock as the heat of his hands on your bare skin causes you to instinctively arch your back. You feel the dress slip away from your body. Then your shoes are gone. Cool air assaults your skin as your tights are stripped away. The last remaining vestiges of your modesty disappear as your bra and panties are taken away. Your back arches again as his mouth lands on your stomach, his tongue flicking in and out of your navel. All you feel are lips and roughened hands on your skin, and you surrender beneath them.

You are choked by pleasure when his mouth captures your breast, his tongue forcing the nipple to unbearable arousal. He whimpers against your skin as he gives the other breast its due attention. His whimpers rise to a groan when he reaches down to feel your wetness. His fingers slide through your folds, and you move your hips in time and scratch at his back. Suddenly he moves away from you and stands up. You watch in awe as he removes his clothes, your body slowly, unconsciously, writhing as his nudity is revealed to you. When his pants fall away, you cannot take your eyes off the erection that reaches out for you.

He silently summons you to kneel upright as he approaches. You embrace his body, and his kiss is debilitating. You sink against him as his arm wraps around your waist. He pulls you up against him, but you break the kiss when his cock rubs against your sex. You moan quietly and say again breathlessly, “Fuck me.”

He bores deep into your eyes breathing heavily, searching for your desire. He mounts the bed to your side and turns you slightly. Your breath catches in your throat as you feel the his hard cock on your back. He pushes you forward against the headboard. Your hands grab the board as his hands grab your thighs and spread them apart.

A nervous flash rushes through you as you realize how deeply he dug to pull this idea out of you. “I don´t know about this…mmmmmhhh” Your voice trails off into a moan as you feel suction on the back of your neck. His hands run up the front of your body, finding your breasts, exploring them in earnest.

Chortled grunts sound against the back of your neck as he continues to devour your flesh. Your head falls back against his shoulder as his hand quickly runs down your stomach and in between your legs. His moan vibrates against your skin. “Ooooh, baby…so ready….”

His hand leaves your wetness and meets his other hand at your waist. Suddenly you wail as his cock slides inside you. A bellowing groan resounds in your ear. Your lungs tighten and wheeze as he fills and stretches you. You could never have imagined it would feel like this.

“Like you wanted, baby…whatever you…want….” he whispers in your ear before his words are drowned by his pleasure.

 You tighten your grip on the headboard as his hands begin to roam up and down your body again, and you feel his hot breath on your back. You shudder as his mouth tastes your back and he continues you moan against your skin.

His cock slides in and out of you so deliciously. You fight the urge to squeal, but it finds its release anyway.

You feel him smile against your shoulder. “That´s it, baby….mmmhh…let go….”

You are happily reduced to operating on ancient instinct, and your knees spread apart wider. You sigh as his cock burrows deeper inside you, and you tilt your hips forward to fully sample his length. You strain your muscles to spread yourself wider still, giving into the longing to be taken.

“Ohhhh…yeah baby. You´re…nnngghh…hungry for my cock, aren´t you?” He thrusts a little deeper into you and says more forcibly, “Aren´t you?”

Your desire coils up inside you, pressing you into surrender. “Yes,” you whimper softly as one hand releases the headboard and moves behind you to grasp the back of his head.

He moans loudly at your response, thrusting deeper into you. You feel your body begin to melt into his and you lean your head farther back, allowing him to support your weight. His head turns, and his mouth crushes yours, his tongue desperately probing and tasting you. Words fall out of your mouth in a harsh, muffled whisper, “Harder, harder.”

“Oh yeah,” he breathes in thanks against your cheek. He obeys and thrusts his shaft harder into you as your desire flows out of you to eagerly encourage him.

A high-pitched moan, a call you can barely recognize as your own, escapes your throat as his cock slides up and down along the intense pleasure point inside you. “Please.”

“What…tell me what…” he sighs under his breath.

“More,” you whimper. “I need more…make….” The words stick in your throat.

“Oh gods!” His thrusts increase in pace and depth. “Say it, baby….OOOHHH…say it!”

You are certain the only thing keeping you from spinning off into infinity is one grasp on the hard wood of the headboard and one grasp on his head. You dig your fingers into the headboard as your body begins to shake. “Pleeeaassse,” you beg.

“I want…to hear you say it,” he chokes out.

“Please!” Your voice is near sob, and it reduces to a whimper. “Make…make me come. Oh gods, please make me come.”

His groan reverberates through your body as he sucks hard on your shoulder. His wet mouth slides up your neck as his hand slides down between your legs. You rub the back of his head and then wind his braid around your fingers and squeeze tight, pulling his head forward as your throw yours back farther. His cock pulses maddeningly inside you and his fingers stroke your clit in time with his thrusts. Your insides tighten around him as your begin to careen into the unknown.

“Come for me, baby… come on my cock…oh yessss…now….NOW!”

Every fierce shard of pleasure snaps one by one, and you shriek as spasms of frightening intensity rampage through you. You beg in unintelligible words and moans as you come in waves that are higher and faster than anything you´ve ever experienced. A flash of light sears across your eyes as your orgasm draws out long and hard causing you to convulse against him. It ends just as fiercely as your body crumples against his hot, sticky skin, and you realize a sharp pain that is crawling up your neck as Obi-Wan has bitten down on your shoulder as his last means of control.

His cock throbs, still hard, inside you as you wince from the pain of his teeth grasping your flesh and try to wriggle away from him. “Oh gods, I´m sorry,” he grunts as he releases you from his bite. His kisses the unbroken but pained skin tenderly.

Before you can protest, he slides out of you and lays you on your back. You cry out as he descends on you and thrusts into you again. The pain subsides after his entry, and you are quenched. Instinctively you wrap your legs around him and urge him deeper into you.
 
His face hovers above you in a hungry display of his desire. He bites his lip and stares down at you, his braid bobbing alongside your face. The muscles in his neck tense. “So wet…” You wince again as his hands clench the bedcovers taking some of your hair in his grip as well. He licks his lips, “Mmmmm…you feel so good.”

You grasp at his back and dig your nails into him as he pounds his cock into you. His eyes are wild and frenzied, and he doesn´t so much breath as rumble, loud grunts accentuating every thrust. You reach up and grab his face. “Take me, Obi-Wan…like you want….”

In a flurry of movement, you find yourself on top of him. His arms push you to sit up. Slightly dizzy you sit still for a moment. His hands guide your movement at first while his hips thrust up. As you gain your bearings you pick up his motion and begin to ride him hard. His mouth drops open as you rise and fall high above him.

You slide your pleasure points along his rock-hard shaft, tightening around him and pulling him closer to the edge. You scream unwillingly as your body explodes into uncontrollable spasms through every inch of your being. Your hands dig into his arms as he roars and erupts like fire inside of you. He pushes you high off the bed as he comes in frantic pulses, his voice a loud cry of release. His hands leave your waist as he collapses beneath you. You sway off-balance and drop yourself on top of him. He coughs a bit as your hair splays across his face, interrupting his heaving breaths.

You look up and see him buried by your tresses. “Oh, sorry,” you say.

“Yeah,” he sighs as he brushes your hair out of his face, “I really hate that,” he says sarcastically.

You give him a throaty laugh as you peel your body off of his and lay at his side.

“Oh,” he says enthusiastically, rolling on his side to face you. “Do that again.”

You laugh again, “Do what?”

“That,” he says. “That devious laugh of yours.”

You give a little snort and cover your mouth, stopping your laughter. “Now you´ve made me self-conscious.”

He chuckles and moves in to kiss you. He stops short, and his fingers brush over the bite mark on your shoulder. “Sorry about this,” he says with a bit of shame in his face.

“You´ll just have to make it up to me,” you purr, pulling his lips into a tender kiss.

He grins and raises an eyebrow, “Oh, I can guarantee that.”

“Mmmm, do tell,” you say before he kisses you again.

“I´m more a man of action than words,” he teases.

“Now you have my full attention,” you say.

He kisses you softly and then backs away. “Sleep first. You´ll need your energy.”

“OK,” you say as you laugh.

“There it is again. That laugh,” he says.

You roll over and press your back into his chest. “What am I going to do with you,” you playfully scold.

“Can I make a list, or are you just going to surprise me?”

“Go to sleep,” you order. His legs come up to cradle your own, and you relax into his body. The faintest wish crosses your mind that you hope he´s still there when you wake up.

“It would never be otherwise,” he whispers and kisses your shoulder as you drift away and surrender to sleep.

The End