Title: General Claim
Author: Julia
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: :-\p George's legally.
Summary: PWP The General is feeling possessive....
As always, arigato to Ramie for the beta and encouragement

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"I thought," he pushes you ahead of him, closing the door and locking it. "We had this all settled." Crossing his arms, General Kenobi gives you a stern look. "You will not leave these quarters again without my presence."

Settling an equally stubborn look on your face, you square off with the man, glaring up at him. "You can't make me stay."

A slight smirk of a smile curves his lips. "Don't bet on it."

"I'm not a hostage, damnit!" You throw your hands up and pivot, stalking across the room to glare at the powerless com. No communications allowed in or out. No newsnet access. "And yet there are guards outside the doors, the whole damn place is behind shields -"

"For your own safety."

You hate that voice of reason. Hate the calmness. Hate the fact that he's in control and you're completely out of it. "I'm gonna climb the walls if I have to stay here another day!" You begin to prowl around the room restlessly.

There's not much in it. One open living area, a small kitchen, a bedroom and room with a fresher, toilet and sink. Luxury it isn't.

"This is the best the Republic can offer me?" You turn and shoot an accusing look at the man. "I offer my life, everything I know, my whole way of living, and this is what I get in return?"

The amused look on his face grows into a lopsided smirk. "Dramatic, aren't you?" He sinks into a chair and gives you a Look. There's an edge to his voice. "This is a warship, not a Noble House." He gestures briefly at the room. "These are our best guest quarters. Be happy you weren't forced to bunk with the men."

With a sniff, you turn your back to him. "Might be more interesting down there," you mutter.

"I can arrange to have you moved...."

Damn him. The infuriating way he drawls those words in that smoky tone, the cultured tones resonating.

It drives you insane.

"But then how safe would I be?" Facing him, you narrow your eyes. "One assassination attempt already. On board the Yenisei. How can I be certain I'm any safer here?"

How can you be sure any of those serving aboard *this* ship were safe?

It's a real concern of yours, underlining your petty complaining. Two officers ended up dead. The C.O. was wounded critically. All you seem to be doing is leaving a trail of wounded in your wake.

This isn't how you thought it would be when you agreed to tell the Republic Senate what you knew about the Noble House of Orestes. And you know plenty.

Ten years of hearing the Duke blather on and on.

Pillow talk. He always got chatty in the afterglow.

He never dreamed his mistress would get sickened by what she was hearing and take it to the officials. Probably never thought that you had a conscience at all. After all, you were a whore. A damn expensive one, but a whore.

Lost in your brooding, you didn't hear him move. His hands are on your arms and pulling you close before you can work up the energy to protest.

"I won't allow anyone to harm you." His warmth is shocking, radiating against your chilled body like a furnace. His hands trace down your back, gently holding you against him. "Or anything. This is *my* ship. My crew."

Oh ghods. It's been so long since you've been in this place.

In these arms.

So long since you've been held by someone who has affection for you -- not mere lust.

You finely built resistance crumbles against his heat, his caring, and you lean into his body. Resting. Feeling the security of being held by a truly strong man.

Not just physically strong. You've been with some of the "biggest" men around. Supposedly tough men. Corporate Giants. Powerful in kingdoms they'd built.

None of them compare with the sheer masculinity that is simply an integral part of Obi-Wan Kenobi. He doesn't try to be powerful. He just is. Power tempered with strength of character.

"Why did I ever leave you?" You murmur into the join of his neck and shoulder. The scent that is uniquely him fills your senses, making you feel intoxicated. Your hands slide around his waist, and idly trace the contours of his back.

Humour laces his voice as his hands do some explorations of their own. "I believe your words about me were, 'too damn overbearing and stubborn'."

"Mm..." You nod, feeling the rough texture of his tunic rub against your lips. "You were." You sigh. "You were also gone a lot. I was young and stupid. I got lonely waiting."

"So you went to him." A low growl rumbles from deep inside his chest as he pulls you harder against him, fitting your body to his. His lips touch the shell of your ear as he growls, "Mine."

Resistance goes up like smoke as you begin to refamiliarize yourself with his body. He's filled out more since those early days, more muscle added to his frame. Hands that had been content to map the muscles of his back, now slide lower. "You always did have a nice ass, Kenobi." Squeezing those firm globes you begin to purr in appreciation as he presses into you.

His hands are roaming all over your body, chasing the chill and replacing it with heat. Heat that has you groaning in appreciation as he nuzzles his way down the delicate flesh of your neck. "Mine." A low growl and you gasp as teeth suddenly bite, then suckle your neck. His hands push your shirt off your shoulders as his lips follow his hands.

Suddenly he straightens and presses his forehead to yours, eyes boring into your very soul with the intensity only he has. "I hate it that he touched you. Kissed you..." His mouth claims yours, crushing your lips. Marking his territory with tiny nips against your lower lip. Taking your bottom lip he sucks on it before releasing it. His tongue traces your slightly puffy lip as a low growl rumbles from his chest. Capturing your mouth again, his tongue explores your teeth, twines around your tongue in a sensual dance that leaves you gasping, leaning against him.

You haven't been kissed like that for ....for what feels like centuries.

Hands come up and lightly skim over your breasts as his thumbs circle the nipples. He traces your collarbone with his mouth, growling low as you gasp.

Moving back so suddenly you rock forward, he grabs the bottom of your shirt and pulls it over your head. Your bra doesn't stand a chance under the General's determined assault and joins the shirt on the floor.

You stand, waiting to see what he'll do. This isn't the same lover you knew years ago. He was a drug in your veins then, but this possessiveness is new.

Slowly he reaches up and cups one breast in a warm, callused hand, brushing his thumb lightly over the nipple then watching your face intently for reaction.

Your eyes close, mouth falling open. "Nnnggg..."

He cups the other breast, gently kneading them in unison, thumbs teasing the nipples into attention. "You always had beautiful breasts." Leaning down, he presses a kiss to the skin between and nuzzles first one then the other, inhaling as he goes. "Mine." With a muted growl he flicks his tongue out and swirls it around the nipple. Your groan makes his hands on your waist tighten as he pushes you back against the wall. Pressing his body in, he takes the nipple into his mouth and suckles, giving it a light nip before moving to repeat the process on your other breast.

You lean against the wall, held up only by his hands as your knees begin to weaken. Reaching up, you tangle your hands in his hair, kneading it like a cat. "Yes...."

"Did he do this for you?" His voice is low and dangerous, a light rasp in it. His lips nibble your waist, marking you. "Did he hear your moans?"

Pushing the material of your pants aside, he nuzzles at your hipbones and slides across to press a kiss to your bellybutton. His hands pull your pants down, steadying you as you free one foot then the other. Sliding around your hips, his hands smooth over your silk-clothed butt. He leans forward and nuzzles his face into your stomach, slipping fingers under the silk to caress the skin of your cheeks.

Warm hands slide down to your thighs, sweeping over the back from the crease of your butt to the inside of your knees. "Did he love every inch of skin? Caress it? Worship it?" His voice lowers to a hoarse growl. "Bathe it?"

Hot breath hits the front of your panties and you gasp, already quivering. Your hands move restlessly in the silk of his hair, writhing against the wall under his sensual assault.

He looks up, eyes darkened to a moss green. Predatory look in eyes heavy with passion. "Did your scent inflame him? Drive him wild? Make him want to posses every inch of you?" Licking his lips, he leans in, pressing his nose against your mound. A low moan is your only answer. He presses hot lips against your silk-covered center, mouthing you through the material.

Laying his head on your hip, he closes his eyes. "You taste so good."

When he moves, it's so sudden your panties are around your ankles before you realize it. His hands on your waist urge you to move. When you don't do so fast enough, he lifts you and pulls you and turns, laying you down on the carpet.

You sprawl bonelessly, unable to do anything but stare at the beautiful man poised above you. Watching you with half-hooded eyes that sweep over every inch of skin exposed to him. Reaching out, he sweeps his hands over you from temples, shoulders, skimming by your breasts, across your waist and stomach, down your thighs to settle and caress the inside of your knees.

Slowly leaning down, he holds your gaze as his face gets closer to where you want him to be.

Writhing slightly you try to entice him to move faster. One hand comes up to hold you down. The other hand drops to comb through your curls lightly, teasingly. Brushes the lightest of touches across your folds.

You moan, tossing your head from side to side.

"Did he do this for you?" One finger slides into the wetness and sweeps up and down, causing you to moan louder. "Did he love to watch you lose it like I do? To watch your face as you come?"

You whimper as his hand moves away, but gasp loudly as a warm mouth replaces it. Tongue sweeping in to lap at your center, teasing your clit. He sucks at your folds, tongue sliding up and down, then in. His hands pull your knees over his shoulders and cup your butt.

Now free to move, you do, hips circling in mindless movement as his mouth and tongue drive you higher and higher. You moan, hands clenching at the carpet as his tongue flicks at your clit. A cry is wrenched out of you as his mouth falls around it, sucking and teasing your most sensitive part.

One, then two fingers stroke into you and you forget everything except what he makes you feel, where he is taking you. A low groan as he pumps his fingers faster and you move, completely abandoned in chasing that coiling tightness that approaches slowly.

His tongue sneaks down then up, circling your clit and you loose it as wave after waves breaks over your body, shaking your body. A low rumbling purr from him as you slump, body quivering.

He kisses your thigh, nipping it lightly. Then the other. "Mine," he rumbles, and you're feeling too languid to do more than nod.

A rustle of cloth and your eyes snap open. You don't want to miss this.

His gaze holds yours as he slowly unbuttons his shirt and slides it off his body. As his hands fall his waist you smile in anticipation, sitting up and putting your hands over his. "Allow me."

He smiles and you want to knock him down and take him right there, but hold back.

Undoing the clasp, you open his pants and slip your hand inside, watching his eyes close in pleasure as the low purr rumbles from his chest. You stroke the hot, hard length still covered by his underpants, paying special attention to that most sensitive spot just under the head. He groans as you stoke the spot harder, rubbing over the top of the head.

Sliding your hands into the briefs, you carefully slide them down his hips, freeing his erection.

"Mmm.....," You rumble in appreciation and lean forward to kiss his neck, nipping at it as he groans.

His skin is hot as you kiss across his chest and down to a nipple that has already hardened. A swift lick, you pull away to blow on it, smiling at his rumbling groan. Lightly raking your nails down his chest and into the auburn curls. You run one finger up the underside of his engorged cock, tracing the pulsing vein.

Swirl one finger across the top, smearing the liquid there before taking the hard length in hand and squeezing it gently.

Eyes closed, his head falls back as he gives himself over to whatever you will.

Your other hand trails down to the crumpled velvet sacks and gently rolls them as you stroke your hand up and down his length.

Velvet over steel. The musky smell is his alone and you lean down to suck the head of his penis, still rolling his balls gently.

"Ghods.."

You feel his aborted thrust and in one gulp suck his length down until your nose brushes his curls.

Now he does buck, giving a strangled moan as his hands come up to gently tangle in your hair. Not demanding, just caressing your scalp and ears.

"Ghods, baby," he groans as you suck up then back down, swirling your tongue down his length. "Nnnngggh...." Obi-Wan groans his appreciation as you take his length all the way and hum.

He pulls away and pushes you back, eyes glittering as he swoops in to take a hard, deep kiss from you. "You make me crazy," he growls quietly and sucks your bottom lip.

Licking your lips, you smile. "I wanna go crazy on you, Obi-Wan. Feel you inside me."

With a growl, he turns and impatiently yanks his boots and remaining clothing off before facing you again. His eyes take in your body sprawled out before him and you see his breathing speed up.

Roaming a hand over your body, he reaches up to stroke himself several times.

"Come here," you growl and wiggle enticingly.

He swoops down, erection nudging your center as he stares into your eyes. Arms braces on either side of your head, his scent surrounds you, engulfs you. You whimper and reach up to grab his shoulders, trying to get him where you want him. Need him.

"Open to me."

His voice is so low, so raspy you almost didn't hear it. His gaze pierces you as he leans down to rumble in your ear. "I want you. *All* of you."

Eyes wide, you hesitate only briefly. He was the only one you ever allowed to be there. He looks at you, waiting, holding until you nod briefly and open your mind.

He dives in at the same time he pieces your body.

Body and mind whole, joined.

The ecstasy almost overwhelms you and you gasp, clenching his shoulders.

::Shhh....:: His voice inside your mind makes your shiver. His mind is everywhere, touching and wrapping around you just like his body is. ::Let me love you. Worship you::

Then he moves, pulling almost out before plunging back in all the way.

You're not going to survive this. Feeling his pleasure wrapping around yours, entwining and building, growing as he moves, as you move. His mind is full of brightness. Light. It expands and warms as it washes over you, holding you more intimately than any lover's embrace.

::This place, between you and me....:: His voice is a caress across your mind. ::This is ours alone. Mine...::

The movement, the heat, the light....it all combines and explodes and you scream out, holding him close as oblivion claims you.

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You wake on a soft surface, held close by a strong, warm body.

Bed.

A soft smile curves your mouth as you nibble the jaw conveniently next to your mouth. "Mmm...."

The leg possessively wrapped over yours pulls you closer as his arms tighten around you.

After being so very much one, it's almost painful to be in separate bodies again.

"I won't leave."

You open your eyes to find him gazing at you with heart-wrenching tenderness. Still, you know reality from fantasy. "We can't be-"

His mouth claims yours, silencing any words of protest. The look in his eyes as he pulls away is fierce again. "You're mine," he growls and nuzzles your nose. "So don't even think about running again."

You sigh and relax. This is where you want to be. In the moment. The future is outside the circle of his arms, unable to touch the Now.

That's good enough.

END