Before the door of your hotel room even swings shut he's on you, devouring every inch of you he can reach with his hungry mouth. Your eyes roll back into your head and you whimper, barely feeling it as you are pressed up against the door by a long, hard body. You faintly hear a click next to your ear as he raises one hand to slide the door lock home, the other hand already tugging insistently against your shirt.

When his body moves away you start to slide down towards the floor, rubbery knees no longer able to hold your quivering body upright. He catches you with the Force, holding your body a few feet off of the floor, and freeing his hands to make quick work of the row of buttons down the front of your shirt. It falls open, leaving your skin bare to his warm gaze.

Obi-Wan stares at you for a few long moments, making your body come alive with the need to touch him. "Please," you whisper softly, your eyes meeting his as he takes a step forward to tower over you.

"Please, what?" he responds, reaching down to slide the arm of your shirt off of your shoulder. The fabric slides against your skin, making you shiver, but he is very careful not to give you the satisfaction of his hands on your body. You are still suspended in midair, caught and trapped by the invisible Force bonds.

"Please," you whisper again, only this time it sounds much more like a whimper. "Please-touch me."

Obi-Wan says nothing, moving to the other side to slide your shirt off of your body in the same fashion-the heat of his warm fingers coming to you through the fabric of your shirt, making your body ache to be touched.

When you are shirtless before him he draws back again, studying you with his head cocked to one side. You suppress the urge to whimper again, telling yourself that you're damned well not going to give him the pleasure of hearing you moan until he does something to deserve it.

"Oh, don't you worry." Suddenly he's there, speaking against your neck, arms wrapping around your back and lifting you up. "I'll do plenty to deserve it."

Next thing you know you are staring at the floor as it moves by, feeling the bunched muscles of Obi-Wan's shoulder as it flexes under your stomach. It takes you a few moments to realize that the man has tossed you over his shoulder--and he's not headed towards the bed.

You see the floor change from carpet to tiling, and assume that Obi-Wan has decided to head towards the bathroom. He stops moving for a few moments, and you get the feeling that he is examining the facilities. Apparently pleased with what he sees he let's out an approving rumble--one you can feel echoing through his chest more than you can hear it. Impatient for him to get on with it, you reach down with one hand and squeeze that perfect butt.

Your world is upended in a surge of rippling muscle, and you find yourself sprawled on the floor, hands caught above your head in Obi-Wan's grasp. "Want to get on with it, do you?" he purrs, his face impossibly close to yours.

Instead of answering, you move your head slightly and bite his lower lip, growling in the back of your throat as you begin to suck on it, daring him not to return the gesture. He doesn't disappoint you, opening his mouth and taking sudden control of the kiss, running his tongue along the inside of your mouth almost roughly.

You're convinced that you are about to die of air loss when he finally moves his mouth away--but he doesn't give you a chance to recover. You feel yourself swept up in his arms and you close your eyes against the dizziness that threatens to overwhelm you.

The feeling of cold tile against your back makes your eyes fly open, and you gaze up to find him looming above you, hands sliding slowly down your bare arms to grasp your wrists. In a lightning quick move he has guided them upwards, and you find first one hand and then the other encircled by the cold caress of steel.

Glancing up, you see your hand securely handcuffed together, the chain connecting them passing between two parts of the showerhead, ensuring that you aren't going anywhere unless several feet of lead piping comes with you.

Your attention is dragged suddenly downwards, and you blink at the sight of the Padawan kneeling at your feet, one hand on either side of your waist. His eyes are staring up at you, two blue-gray pools hooded by thick lashes. As soon as you meet his eyes he leans forward, pressing a warm kiss to the heat between your legs, making you jump even though there are several layers of fabric between his mouth and your body.

You jump again as he slowly unbuttons your jeans, his eyes never leaving yours as one hand pulls the zipper down while the other slides around your hip to pull at the back of your pants, sliding them down a few inches.

Maddeningly, he stops, gazing up at you with those incredible eyes. You feel a wave of desire pass over you, and you push your hips forward, hoping that he'll do /something./ You don't really care much what at this point--but you need something.

Smiling slightly he tugs your pants a little lower before leaning in to kiss you again, this time with only your thin underwear to protect you from the heat of his mouth. You let out a throaty groan, pushing blindly towards him, moaning when his hands come up to brace your hips back against the wall.

With a swift movement he tugs your pants the rest of the way down your legs, lifting your feet and tossing the pants out of the shower door before rising gracefully to his feet. He gazes at you for a few moments more before grasping your face in his hands and lowering his lips to yours, claiming your mouth in a searing kiss. Only his hands and his mouth touch you, and he only chuckles and pulls back when you arch your body forward, desperate for the feel of his skin against yours.

You notice then that you can no longer feel the coolness of the handcuffs against your wrist. Looking up you tug one wrist against the restraint experimentally, confused when the metal doesn't bite into your skin. It's almost as if there is something rubbery between your wrists and the metal.

"I've lined them with a little Force protection," Obi-Wan whispers against your ear, his breath stirring your hair. "No need to have those pesky tell-tale bruises, now is there?"

Part 5

The pace Obi-Wan sets is torturous in its slowness. His hands touch every inch of you several times, running over you first firmly, then lighter--until the final caress is like the faint feeling of silk against your skin. You try to arch towards him, but after the first time you tried he did something with the Force, and now the only parts of you that you can move are your head and your arms--but your arms aren't going anywhere and your head is trapped firmly between your arms.

He's still touching you--having made his way from your feet up to your neck by now. When his hand passes over your face he whispers a command, and your eyes slide obediently shut beneath the force of his mind, leaving you with only four senses. The featherlike caresses continue, up your arms and to your fingers, gently parting them and twining strong fingers between them before sliding back down your arms.

And then there is nothing. You try to open your eyes, but your entire body resists it. Mind whammy, you think to yourself, tilting your head slightly to the side to rest against your arm. Your skin is so sensitized now that every brush of air against it is like a caress, and even the faint feeling of your hair sliding against your back as you move your head makes you jump.

Jump is too mild a word for what you try to do when you feel the first sweep of his tongue across the bridge of your foot. Whatever he is doing to restrain you keeps you from moving, but your muscles try to carry out the movement just the same--adding another layer of sensation to the one his tongue is creating. Nothing touches you but that wet heat, and it glides over every inch of your foot before sliding upwards, twirling around the inside of your ankle and making your entire body shudder.

After he's tasted your ankle he pulls back to blow on it, and you shudder again, a whimper escaping your lips. Still sensitive from the light caresses, the feeling of his tongue burns like fire across your skin, and the cool air makes your body tremble.

Your hope that he will end the sweet torture soon is dashed as he continues slowly up your leg, careful that nothing touches your body but the roughness of his tongue. Careful that he doesn't miss anything. Every once in a while he'll pull back for a few moments, leaving your body trembling between the desire for him to continue, and the desire for him to just tear you from the wall and fuck you blind.

But the tongue always returns, and your world narrows down to your skin and his tongue. Narrows down to your sense of smell and your sense of touch. He doesn't speak, and you can't see him or taste him, but every feeling hits you three times, and the musky smell of him is overwhelming. It's almost frightening, the intense concentration you can feel rolling off of him--frightening, and awe-inspiring.

When his mouth reaches your underwear he makes a slight clicking noise in the back of his throat, growling lightly. You feel his teeth brushing lightly against your waist, and then feel the elastic of your last piece of clothing slide slowly downwards as he guides it off of your body with his mouth.

You groan, wanting more than anything to open your eyes and see this beautiful man unclothing you with his teeth--and then you groan deeper as you feel the trail of cloth against the leg he has licked, against the incredibly sensitive skin.

You obediently lift your feet one at a time and you hear that approving rumble again--a noise that seems to start deep in his chest and stop just short of coming out as deep purr. You imagine what it would feel like to be pressed up against his chest as he did that, what it would feel like to have those well toned muscles flexing against yours, the feel of his warm skin rubbing against you.

"Soon," Obi-Wan says in a throaty voice, his face surprisingly close to your ear. "Have patience." And with that, he begins the tongue bath again with your other leg.

You have no concept of time in this world Obi-Wan has immersed you into. Somehow he's made it so that the slightest touch of his skin on yours is mindblowingly erotic--you feel like a tightly strung instrument. And Obi-Wan, damn him, seems to know all too well how to play you.

He is incredibly thorough, and by the time you feel his tongue licking across your lips you're frantic. The only parts of you left untouched by his mouth are the two areas on your body that cry out most for attention. The minute you feel his mouth brushing yours your lurch your head forward, catching his mouth in a brutal, desperate kiss.

He allows the play for a few moments, letting you have this tiny bit of control before reasserting his with a casual flick of his tongue, pulling away with a tantalizing lick across your lips. Desperate to see him you try to force your eyes open, and are rewarded with a warm chuckle and a light caress against your brow.

"Don't try to see me," he whispers, the first time you've heard his voice in what seems like forever. "Feel me."

Feel him? He's not touching you, you can't move, how the hell are you supposed to--

You get no further, because at that point your brain shuts off. Obi-Wan is on his knees in front of you, strong hands splaying posessively across your butt as he pulls your hips forward and places a long kiss between your legs that shatters your universe.

Your whimpers grow more vocal as you feel the slithering heat of his tongue, cool compared to the fire raging inside you but warm enough to stoke the flames higher. Your body--sensitized somehow by him to react to the slightest brush of flesh--suddenly explodes, and your whimpers give way to throaty moans, which in turn lead into hoarse cries--pleading with him to take you higher, to drop you--to do anything but let you teeter on the brink of insanity.

His only response is to bury his face deeper in you, opening his mouth and actually /purring/ into you.

You scream. In case everyone on the floor didn't hear you, you do it again, just a little louder. Liking your response, Obi-Wan purrs again--and this time you're sure that the nightwatch man in the lobby seven floors down is going to come up to see who is killing you.

His hands and the handcuffs are the only thing holding you upright now. Your knees have long since given out, and your entire body is trembling with the need for release, but he keeps you teetering, so close that you can feel the tremors almost starting.

Still he drags it out, pulling back a little to give lighter caresses before diving in and sucking full force. You're convinced that the sadistic bastard is taking pleasure from your torture--all you can think of now is the need to fall into bliss, but bound by the Force as you are you can't even thrust your hips forward.

Finally he takes pity on you, one hand sliding lower as the other hand slides to the center of your back to compensate. Then his fingers join his tongue in coaxing you, and with cry a that makes your throat hurt you feel yourself hurled into mindless oblivion, crying out and writhing against him as wave upon wave of mindless pleasure breaks over you, your body shaking violently with the intensity of your climax. Throughout it all Obi-Wan calmly continues his ministrations, drawing your orgasm out until you're afraid that your entire body is going to fly apart riding the violent waves or pleasure.

When it's over you find yourself trembling in Obi-Wan's arms, the handcuffs clinking softly to the ground as he unlocks them with a thought, letting you slide bonelessly to the ground, sprawling helplessly in his lap.

You can't help it, you feel tears of shock and pleasure drifting silently down your cheeks--never in your life have you felt so overwhelmed or out of control. Gentle fingers swipe across your cheeks, and you find that you can open your eyes again.

The aqua-gray pools above you drink you in, and you manage a tremulous smile at the intent look of worry in his eyes.

"Did I hurt you?" Obi-Wan's voice is hesitant and concerned, and you can feel the gentle caress of his hand through your hair.

"I think you killed me," you respond, your voice still ragged and your breathing shallow. "I never thought death could be so good."

Those heart-breakingly beautiful features break out into a smile, and you repress a giggle. His lips are still very wet from their encounter with the proof of your desire, and you lift a trembling hand to wipe across the bottom lip.

He captures your finger in his mouth, sucking the taste of you from your finger and licking around it with that amazing tongue. You can hardly believe it when another shot of desire arches through your body--you still haven't recovered your breath yet--another orgasm like that /will/ kill you.

"Don't worry," Obi-Wan says softly, releasing your finger and gathering you up to carry you to the other room. "You'll have your breath back before the next one--I'll make sure you don't die from the pleasure."

How kind of you, is your last thought as he tumbles both of you into the bed.

Part 6

A man of his word, once in the bed Obi-Wan pulls you against his back and cuddles you for a few moments, letting you catch your breath. You can feel his arousal against your back, obvious through the thin fabric of his pants, but he ignores it gallantly.

You thought you were exhausted, but the feel of his body against yours and the muscles of his chest moving fluidly as he rubs one hand up and down your body is intoxicating, and it’s not all that long before you’re squirming around in his arms to face him, a familiar warmth uncurling deep inside you.

“Well, that didn’t take long,” Obi-Wan says softly, his eyes shifting from grayish-aqua to almost green. “I obviously didn’t do a good enough job.”

“You did fine,” you purr back, throwing one bare leg over his hip and dragging his body even closer to yours. “I just want more.”

“More?” His eyes sparkle as he rolls back over, pressing your body into the bed with his. “Do you really think you’re ready for more?” Most of his weight is braced on his arm that is resting above your head, but the feeling of his hard body stretched out on top of yours is still enough to make you breathless all over again.

Instead of answering his question you shoot one hand up above your head and close your fingers around his wrist, giving his arm a swift tug. Obi-Wan lets out a startled gasp as he looses his balance and lands fully on top of you, pressing you down into the bed. Before he can react you snap your legs up around his hips and trap him against you, grinding your hips up against him teasingly.

“What do you think, Padawan?” you growl against his throat, inhaling the musky scent of him. “Do I feel ready?”

“Would you like an expert opinion on that?” Obi-Wan asks softly, lifting his face to nuzzle your hair.

“Who’s the expert?” you respond, grinding your hips up against his again. He hisses slightly, biting down on your earlobe and causing you to grind against him again.

“Some would call me qualified,” Obi-Wan whispers into your ear. “Allow me to examine you.” Before you can respond he’s moving, sliding down your body slowly enough so that he never loses contact with you. The feeling of his chest rubbing across your breasts and stomach is amazing, and you fight the urge to buck up against him. He growls appreciatively, lifting up slowly and guiding your legs from his shoulders to lay back against the bed.

In a flurry of movement he spins himself around so that his head is next to your knees, propped up on one elbow as he reclines next to you. “Now, where was I? Ahhh, yes. Expert opinion.” His nose comes down to nuzzle at your thigh, parting your legs with gentle insistence.

“Look at me,” he purrs into your leg, and you open your eyes and lift your head slightly, overwhelmed by the site of his cheek resting on your thigh, eyes wide and dark with passion. One hand slides up over your hip and across your stomach, dipping down between your legs. You let your head fall back as he caresses inside you, making a strange clicking noise in the back of his throat.

“I’m not sure,” he says finally, slipping his fingers out and climbing back up the bed to straddle you. You meet his eyes, and he begins licking his fingers slowly, running his tongue over them with his eyes locked to yours.

“You don’t know what?” you demand, your voice ragged. He continues to lap at his fingers, cocking his head to one side thoughtfully.

“Don’t know if you’re ready. I think you need a little more encouragement.”

That does it. The man has teased you, taunted you, stripped you in front of a Police Officer, handcuffed you to a /shower head/ . . . and now he’s fair bidding to make you lose your mind completely. You surge upwards suddenly, relying on shock to give you the split-second advantage you’d never have otherwise. You manage to successfully topple Obi-Wan--part of you insisting that he must want it since you really could never overpower a Jedi--and you straddle him, bracing your hands on his shoulders.

“No more teasing, Jedi,” you growl, your fingers clenching into hard muscle. Obi-Wan just smiles at you, lifting his hand and beginning to suck on the fingers again while the other hand slides up to rest in the small of your back.

It’s been a long time since your last intimate encounter--but that doesn’t mean you’ve forgotten what will wipe the smug grin right off of his face. You slide backwards a few inches, situating yourself directly above his hardness, and start to rock slowly back and forth.

Obi-Wan throws back his head and groans, fingers falling to the bed forgotten. The hand on your back starts to clench convulsively, and you watch in amusement as the self-contained Jedi fights for his control.

Suddenly two strong hands lock around your waist, dragging you up so that you’re straddling his chest instead of more entertaining things. You pout down at him, and he growls in response.

“I said no more teasing,” you remind him softly, grinding yourself against his chest and watching as he gasps slightly.

“Teasing? You haven’t seen teasing yet,” he responds, hands lifting you up easily and tossing you sideways onto the bed. He’s on you in a second, his hips hovering above yours. You try to wrap your legs around him, but find yourself incapable of moving. He grins as realization lights your eyes, and grinds his still fully-clothed hips against you for an agonizing second, pulling away when he hears you gasp.

::No man should have control like this . . .:: you think faintly as he repeats the gesture, apparently as comfortable as can be despite the obviously straining erection pressing against the confines of his pants.

Holding his entire body above yours, Obi-Wan reaches down with his mouth and seals his lips to yours, the single contact flaring brightly because it is all you can feel of him. His tongue darts out to lick your lips, but you keep them clenched decidedly shut, deciding to test his resolve.

“Oh, you want to play, do you?” he purrs against your mouth. Suddenly his knees are on either side of your waist, your arms pinned beneath them. Placing a hand on either side of your head, he leans down and begins to lick your lips slowly, just the tip of his tongue trailing over them. That soon leads into a firm pressure as his tongue plunges repeatedly at your lips, demanding entrance.

You’re so caught up in your battle not to yield that you don’t even notice that one hand is moving until you feel it between your legs. Reaching behind himself, Obi-Wan slips the finger in to you and starts to tease the bundle of nerves, causing you to gasp loudly.

That’s all the opening he needs, and his tongue swarms into your mouth, marking territory that had been denied him. His tongue starts to slowly slide against yours, mimicking the movement of his hand below your waist. You groan, the groan increasing as he starts to suck, his mouth forming a vacuum that steals your breath, and drags your tongue into his mouth.

You moan as the hand between your leg retreats, sliding teasingly over your stomach before coming to rest on your face. You can feel the wetness against your forehead as he drags a finger down between your eyes and across the bridge of your nose, and you stifle a gasp as his mouth leaves yours to trace the path, licking at the moisture enthusiastically.

An exploratory wiggle of your fingers tells you that your hand is free now, and you take advantage of his distraction to free one arm, reaching up between you to cup the bulge in his pants gently.

He pulls back with a startled explanation, words dying on his lips as he looks down to meet your eyes. Your hand continues to caress, following the length as best you can with the barrier of his pants.

“I want to touch you,” you whisper softly. “Please.”

He reaches down to kiss you again, his mouth grinding forcefully against yours as tongues duel fiercely. Your hand never stops it’s ministrations, squeezing occasionally and enjoying the sudden burst of energy it lends to his kiss.

Finally Obi-Wan pulls back, breathing ragged, and climbs from the bed. “I could never deny a naked woman anything,” he purrs, his hand going to the tie on his pants. You roll over and prop your head up on your elbow, giving him your full attention.

And then his pants hit the floor, and you’ve got something else demanding your full attention.

Part 7

For a few moments he just stands there, letting your eyes roam over his body--which they do. He is perfect in every sense of the word--muscles carved from steel covered with unblemished tan skin that looked ridiculously soft. Your eyes travel slowly up his legs, marveling at the power implicit in his powerful thighs.

You must have some kind of predatory expression on your face, because he shifts self-consciously, the tips of his ears turning pink. You let out a throaty laugh, gazing up into his eyes.

“What, you don’t think turnabout is fair play?” you ask teasingly. “After all, you spent a great deal of time staring at me.”

The cocky grin returns, and Obi-Wan moves to place his hands on his hips. “Well, when you put it that way,” he says almost purrs, cocking one leg to the side and adopting The Stance, the one that made women everywhere melt into puddles of goo on the floor.

Determined to be stronger than women everywhere, you resist the temptation to melt into the bed, choosing instead to continue your appraisal of your prize.

Taking up where you left off, your eyes fall to those magnificently formed legs, caressing them with your gaze before continuing to move upwards, slim powerful hips and . . .

You can’t help the way your eyes widen slightly as they fall on the erection jutting out proudly. The sight of him makes you swallow nervously--you’re not exactly a large woman--and now you can see that he’s /far/ from being a small man. Suddenly it comes back to you in a rush how long it’s been since your last boyfriend--and how sexually unfufilling that relationship really was. You don’t have the skill or experience to please this magnificent creature--you must have been insane to think . . .

A faint brush of pressure under your chin forces your face up to meet his gaze, and your breath is stolen by the desire written plainly across the strong features.

“I want you,” he says softly. You watch, entranced, as his hand slides up to grip his shaft, rubbing it softly while staring at you, mouth parted slightly. His head tilts back as his breathing speeds up, hand still moving with agonizing slowness. “Please,” he moans softly.

Well, that won’t do at all. Sliding from the bed you reach up to pull on Obi-Wan, dragging him to the floor and pulling his hands firmly away from his body. “My turn,” you whisper huskily, confidence returned. Your practical experience may not be all that great, you decide, but the amount of time you’ve spent fantasizing about having this man sprawled before you should make up for it. Between fantasy, enthusiasm, and imagination, you figure you’ve got it covered.

For the moment you ignore his erection, opting to explore territory you’ve been denied all night. Your hands land on his chest, circling slowly up towards his shoulders as you lean down to latch onto one of his nipples, teasing it into hardness with your teeth and tongue. The sharp gasp underneath you is rewarding, and you smile against his skin as his hands come up to clasp your head to him, tangling in your hair.

“How am I doing?” you ask him breathlessly, looking up to meet his eyes with a wide-eyed gaze. Without saying anything you swing a leg over his hips and straddle his chest, reaching behind you to run a teasing finger up along his hardness. “I’m not very experienced at this, you know,” you tell him softly, ignoring his moan as you grind your body against him.

Obi-Wan groans. “I have difficulty believing that,” he gasps, breaking off in another moan as you encircle his length in one hand, keeping your touch purposely more gentle than he wants. He tries to thrust into your hand, but you grind down into him again, pinning his hips to the floor.

“Stop trying to take control of this,” you admonish, reaching down to nibble on his chin. “I’ll never learn if I don’t get to do this for myself.” You begin your soft stroking again, your confidence boosted by his short breathy gasps.

“I don’t--don’t think you ha--have much to learn,” Obi-Wan forces out, eyes clenched shut tightly as your hand continues to play up and down his length.

You slide off of him suddenly, moving around so that you’re kneeling between his legs. He barely has time for a strangled, “Where--” before you’re on him again, this time taking him in your mouth.

His hips arch up off of the floor before he can help himself, and you’re forced to draw back as his length shoves painfully deep into your mouth.

“Please--” the strangled gasp makes you look up. His head is arched off the floor, eyes cloudy with need and passion--for you. All for you.

“Gently,” you say softly. “I’ve never done this before.” Somehow it doesn’t seem embarrassing to admit your lack of experience to this man--not when he’s gazing at you as if you were responsible for the creation of pleasure.

He nods at you before letting his head drop back to the floor, one hand reaching over and tangling the in the blanket that is half on the floor. You smile and grace his inner thigh with a gentle kiss before taking him again.

His hips begin rocking in time with your suckling, but he keeps himself from thrusting into your mouth again. You try to take him more deeply once, but find yourself unable to relax your throat muscles. ::Okay,:: you think, trying to make up with enthusiasm what you can’t grant with quality. ::So maybe a little bit of experience would be nice right now.::

::You’re almost killing me as it is.:: The voice in your head is laden with passion, and you look up to see Obi-Wan trying to catch your eyes. ::You don’t need anything else. You’re amaz--aahhhhhhh . . .::

You’re amused to find that him moaning in your head is even more sensual than moaning out loud. Bending down again you’re determined to make him moan even louder.

You can tell he’s close when something pushes your head back away from his body, and you glance up at him.

“I’m going to--to--” he moans as you swoop back down to capture him in your mouth again, and the ghostly hands that push you away this time are much less firm.

“Isn’t that the point?” you ask huskily. “I’ve certainly tried hard enough.”

“You said--first time . . . Didn’t want to--”

You growl at Obi-Wan and pierce his gaze with your own. “/I/ want to.” Ignoring his faint protests you lean down and capture his erection between your lips, doing your damnedest to bring him release.

His hoarse cries as he explodes are gratifying, and you suck eagerly, determined to experience this man to the fullest. His hands fall to your head and tangle in your hair almost painfully as he thrashes and jerks beneath you. You are suprised to find that, contrary to the gossip of several friends, you actually enjoy the taste of him as you swallow deeply.

As the tremors subside weak hands drag you up to be cradled in trembling arms. Obi-Wan’s face nuzzles into your neck as his breathing slowly normalizes, his arms tightening around you.

“You had to have been lying,” he mumbles into your skin, one hand tracing up and down your back.

“What?” you question, pulling back so that you can see his eyes.

“Lying,” he responds. “If that was your first time doing that, I’m seriously considering bringing you home with me. I’d love to see what you could do with a little practice.” His smile is warm as he leans in to kiss you slowly and gently, letting the fire stay doused for the time being. “You do realize, however, that I’m going to have to pay you back for that?”

“And how exactly do you propose to do that?” you ask, sliding your lips from his to kiss his cheek.

“Trust me, my lady--I will find a way. Several ways, I’m sure.”

::Several,:: you think to yourself faintly as strong arms gather you up and toss you towards the bed. ::Oh boy--this’ll make a story to tell my list sibs.::

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