Title: General Respite
Author: Emmy
Rating: NC-17
Archive: You betcha
Disclaimer: George, I play for free, and there isn't the slightest
chance that I will ever have cause to sue you for stealing this idea.
Notes: The Nurse needed the General, so the Nurse gets the General.
It's a quickie, but it's quickie General!

You stand in front of the window looking out at the clouds that can't decide whether to stay or make way for the sun. You shift your feet slightly as you feel his strong hands on your shoulders.

"Are you alright?" he asks softly.

"I could have done without this day," you say.

"Don´t say that," he says, squeezing your shoulders gently. "Sometimes the low points help us to appreciate what is truly important in our lives."

"Oh, how very *Jedi* of you," you say sarcastically.

"I'm sorry," he sighs, resting his forehead against the back of your head. His hands leave your shoulders, and his arms encircle you, pulling you back against his chest. He kisses your temple and inhales the scent of your hair. "Sometimes I say really stupid things."

"Yeah, you do," you say, leaning into him.

He chuckles softly and nibbles at your ear. "Anything I can do to make you feel better?" he says, lightly stroking your throat with his fingertips.

You simply sigh and tilt your head back, resting against his shoulder. You then turn your head and nuzzle into his neck, and he places a tender kiss on your forehead. You reach your arm up and hook your fingers around the back of his neck as his hands slowly descend, sliding over your breasts and stomach. You arch your torso into his caress, the soft fabric of your thin sweater rubbing pleasantly across your skin.

He bends his head down and finds your lips, kissing you tenderly as you stretch your neck to turn your face closer to his. You whimper softly as his tongue slowly slides around yours, and you press your hips back, feeling his arousal against your rear.

Your head falls back against his shoulder again as his fingers find their way under your sweater and up to the front clasp of your bra. You moan quietly and squeeze his hair between your fingers as he gently caresses your breasts and places open-mouth kisses down the side of your neck.

You stretch into his hands as they continue to skate over your curves, the tension seeping out of your body as you let him encourage your arousal. His lips find yours again, kissing you slowly but deeply, tiny gasps sounding from his throat as you press your buttocks into the hard bulge in his pants.

And then his fingers slide down your bare stomach and work at the fastening on your pants. He unzips them quickly and slips his hand inside as you shift your hips into his touch. His fingers find their way under the elastic of your underwear and straight to your center. Your knees weaken as one finger moves in slow circular patterns around your clitoris. You tighten your grip on the back of his neck and moan as he increases the pressure slightly, finding just that spot that triggers indescribable pleasure.

"Ohhh, right there," you gasp.

He focuses his attention there, continuing to slowly circle the spot with his finger, your moans growing louder and your hips moving in time to his caress.

"You're so beautiful like this," he sighs against your cheek, continuing to build you up steadily, his fingers keeping an even rhythm as they slide around your clitoris. His other arm tightens around your waist as you sink into him, your own legs losing the ability to support you as you lift one leg and stretch it back slightly, opening yourself up to him even more.

"Obi-Wan," you moan, your hand grasping at his neck as you stretch your body higher while you begin to feel the once vague pulses growing stronger.

"That's it," he purrs into your ear. "Come for me."

As if on command, the insistent waves build up tighter and tighter and then send you flying over the top, your back pressing into his chest as your hips roll with his hand as your orgasm causes you to lose all sense but that of maximizing the pleasure. You moan with each tremor that radiates through you until you are finally spent and slumped against his body.

His hands grab your shoulders again and turn you to face him. He slides his fingers into your hair and kisses you. His breathy moan is your reward when you slip your tongue inside his mouth and begin to draw out his desire.

And then you step back from him, his hand reaching out in protest. But as you quickly pull your sweater over your head and cast your bra aside, he soon gets the idea and begins unbuttoning his shirt.

Finally tossing aside the last of your clothing, you kneel down on the couch, facing the back of it and giving him an inviting glance over your shoulder. He groans as steps out of his trousers. Still looking over your shoulder, you spread your stance on your knees and bite your lip as his fingers encircle his erection. He strokes himself slowly as his eyes graze over you. You watch in wonder as the tip of his cock reddens, and you whimper softly as he licks his lips and starts to move toward you.

You grab the back of the couch as one of his knees leans into the cushion next to yours. And then you hear him gasp as he leans forward and rubs his hard penis against your slick center.

"Please," you whisper, your sigh turning to a moan as his length sinks inside you. His own groan matches yours as he buries himself completely within you and plants his hands next to yours on the back of the couch.

His forehead drops to your shoulder as he begins to move his hips back and forth, your muscles tightening around him with each thrust. "Oh, baby," he sighs, nuzzling his face across your hair. "You feel so good," he pants, his hot breath tingling the back of your neck.

You begin to move your body with his, sliding along his hard length as he pushes his hips more insistently against your buttocks, his strong thighs rubbing against the backs of yours.

With another skilled thrust, he strikes it, that pleasure point buried so deep inside you, you sometimes wonder whose joke it was to hide it. Of course, you're not laughing right now as you cry out and dig your nails into the upholstery. Responding to you with an awareness that leaves you breathless, he uses one hand to shift your hips, rolling his own hips in downward circles to increase your pleasure.

He groans and picks up the pace as you shudder deep within. With only a few more strokes inside you, your body trembles as the coil snaps, your second climax hitting you hard, rapid moans spilling out of you as you press your back into his stomach, trying to get as close to him as was ever possible.

A moment later he groans deep in his throat, his hips pushing you into the back of the couch. You feel the vibration of his growl against your skin and see the muscles in his arms tighten, and then his heat fills you as he comes, his head dropping down against yours again as you squeeze every ounce of pleasure of him.

You release your grip on the couch and fold your arms on the back, resting your head against your forearms. Obi-Wan's sweat-covered skin sticks to your back as he carefully leans against you, wrapping his arm around your waist, your bodies remaining joined as you both try to catch your breath.

Finally, the exhausted muscles in your thighs begin to protest your position. Obi-Wan moves back, standing up and helping you off the couch. He kisses you and then returns to the couch, laying down on his side and pulling you with him. He burrows his back into the couch to give you more room as you recline facing him. His arms and one leg embrace you, pulling your body into his. He kisses you tenderly and then shifts slightly, resting more on his back as you lay your head against his chest. And as you lay there with his fingers slowly stroking your hair, the warmth of his embrace and the steady rhythm of his heart keep your troubles at bay as you slowly drift off to sleep.