| Sweet Surrender Part 2 “Why you randy old devil,” Qui-Gon teasingly mocked the grinning reflection in the mirror as he washed up in Leona’s fresher. His head shaking with astonished delight, he reflected on the almost giddy sensation that coursed through him. It had been years since he felt so... well, young. Gazing up at the weather-worn face that stared back, he noted the more pronounce wrinkles at the corner of his eyes, the tinge of gray that had began to appear more readily through his longish hair these last few years. He was of a far different disposition since the last time he’d contemplated the telltale signs of his aging. “Damn, maybe you were on to something,” he thought with a chuckle, recalling a recent conversation with his friend, Corellian Jedi Master, Dex Berlingside in which he extolled the merits of being ...er, intimately active. “It’s one of the galaxy’s best kept secrets of staying young,” the tall, blonde hired man had told him. A knock at the door roused him from his musings and Leona appeared, now clad in a shimmering dressing gown tied at the waist with a silken braided cord. “Here,” she said, holding what looked like a standard issue robe, “you can wear this for now. It‘s mine of course, but it should cover the vital parts.” Taking a moment for a lingering glance over his bare, muscular frame before handing the robe to him, she smiled approvingly. Instantly, the large man straightened his shoulders, pulling up his formidable height and puffed out his chest, triggering a giggle from the diminutive woman. “Come on stud, dinner‘s waiting,” she refrained from chuckling outright as he shrugged into the garment. Its sleeves coming halfway to his elbows, the hem hanging just below his knees. “I could just get dressed.” His brows furrowed in consternation at his mirror image while Leona drew a sash around his waist, tying it off. Holding it for leverage, she raised herself on tiptoes. “Why bother,” she whispered seductively in his ear, then slowly walked out of the fresher, with a captivating wag of her hips. His attire suddenly forgotten, Qui-Gon followed her out with a lop-sided grin on his face. Much to her delight, Leona was presented with a side of the normally staid Jedi Master that was usually only viewed by his closest friends and confidants. Conversing and smiling with relaxed ease, the man exuded a quiet and irresistible charm that surpassed even that of his Corellian friend. He spoke of his upcoming mission that of being delegated official Republic representative at the annual independence celebration on the planet Phindar. He only modestly hinted of his and Obi-Wan’s involvement in the overthrowing of the crime organization that controlled the planet by manipulating the import and distribution food and medical supplies. “Mmmm, the Syndicat,” Leona nodded knowingly while she ate. “You’re familiar with them?” Qui-Gon was both surprised and impressed with her knowledge. “I attended a galactic medical symposium that focused on an effort to reverse the effects of the mind wipe device the Syndicat used against those that opposed it. Sadly, there was little that could be done for the poor individuals who had undergone the barbaric treatment. There was talk of a report of someone who had withstood the device’s mind-altering process, however that case was totally unsubstantiated.” The Jedi Master’s face creased with a deep frown at the feelings Leona’s words stirred, remembering that time. “It’s true,” Qui-Gon murmured hesitantly. “What is?” Leona questioned timidly, seeing the grave expression on the man’s face. “Obi-Wan was captured by the Syndicat and forced to suffer the experience of a mind wipe,” he related with barely concealed emotion. “Obi-Wan?” Leona whispered in horrified shock. “But that was years ago... he would have only been...” “Thirteen,” Qui-Gon supplied with a voice laden with distress. Leona watched as he closed his eyes. He laid his arms on the table, his hands on either side of the plate before him, flexing with nervous tension. Inhaling a long breath, she could feel him gather the Force to him in a calming technique. “Less then a month before he had been more than willing to sacrifice his life for me... for the mission that had thrown us together...” the large man opened his eyes. Whatever haunted shadows Leona may have seen in them were now hidden behind a stoic mask of Jedi trained inscrutability. “I refused him a number of times, intentionally ignoring what the Force was telling me,” his eyes flicked guiltily to the woman across the table, waiting for some evidence of umbrage at his confession. Instead, what he saw was a compassionate smile and she reached out, placing her small hand over his and squeezed it in a comforting gesture that bade him continue. “When I heard of his capture I wanted to rush that very night to rescue him, even though I knew any attempt would only end up in failure... consequences be damned,” he shook his head with annoyance at himself. “But I waited, and the next morning our contact informed us he had already been ‘renewed’ and transported off planet as was part of the Syndicat‘s vile game to drop those mind-wiped on a distance planet and wager on their chances of survival. I’d only just found him and it felt as though what had happened to him was the Force punishing me through him for my stubbornness in refusing to acknowledge the plans the Force had in us being together.” Remaining patient with his story, Leona waited as Qui-Gon took another cleansing breath. Though not a mind healer, the woman could easily see the man’s need to banish these particular demons that plagued him. To many, it appeared that he was a veritable ogre with his Padawan. A man without feelings or conscience only attuned to the impulses of the Force without regard to the emotions of his own apprentice. “When I saw him disembark from the Prince’s ship, I was torn with happiness at knowing he was alive and fear of all that he may have lost. It was only after contacting him through the Force and his subsequent answer that I knew he had retained his memories... his self and my heart rejoiced.” “I’m sorry, I had no idea,” Leona stammered apologetically, not really sure what to say. “No need to apologize,” he rotated his wrist which enabled his large hand to engulf her smaller one. “What’s past is past. Though I admit in hindsight forgetting the way his stomach holds sway over him might have been a good thing.” The rest of dinner, though a bit more subdued, was still pleasant as both of them steered clear of any subjects that would put a damper on their moods. Qui-Gon told anecdotes of various missions, not surprisingly, most of which centered on his apprentice’s penchant for finding trouble due to his insatiable appetite. The sound of a commlink went off as they were about to clear the table. “It’s yours. Go on, I’ll finish up here, but I won’t be but a minute.” Leona advised with a smile. Rummaging through his neatly folded clothes Qui-Gon removed his commlink. “Jinn here.” “Found you I have,” came the indubitable voice of Master Yoda. “Is there something wrong?” Qui-Gon inquired a thread of disappointment coursed through him. Were once again his plans of spending time with Leona about to fall through? “Wrong nothing is. Wished I did, to invite you to dine with me.” “I’m sorry Master. I’ve already had dinner,” Qui-Gon apologized, relief overriding his previous concern. There was silence over the line and for a moment the tall Jedi Master could feel the energy of the Force prick against his skin. “Hmmph, not at your quarters are you,” Yoda knowingly stated. “I’ve had dinner with Leo.. er Healer P’lila,” he answered with growing discomfort. Even after decades of being an adult and having had three Padawans of his own, his former Master had a knack to still make him feel like an initiate caught with his hand in the cookie jar. “Hmmph, then leave you alone I shall,” he could have sworn there was amusement in the old troll’s voice, “but remember that tomorrow at eighth hour does your transport leave.” “Yes, Master,” he acquiesced gratefully. “My regards to Healer P’lila you will give.” This time there was a definite chuckle beneath his words. “Yes, Master.” “Then see you when return from Phindar I will.” “Yes, Master. Goodnight.” “Problems?” Leona joined him in the common room, stepping close to him. “None at all,” he bent down, sharing a deep kiss. “Mmmm, good,” she purred, “then may I suggest we retire to the bedroom. “Your wish is my command,” he tossed the commlink on his pile of clothes. Reaching down, he swept the small woman into his arms, his mouth still latched onto hers. His tongue hungrily exploring her mouth, he made his way to her bedroom, where he gently laid her down on the bed, then covered her body with his own. His hand snaked beneath her robe and fondled her breast as he ground his growing erection against her. The beckoning twill of his comm unit sounded again and Qui-Gon growled with irritation, trying to ignore its incessant call. “Damn!” he grumbled, swinging his long legs off the bed. “Sorry,” he said, casting an apologetic smile at Leona before dashing out of the bedroom. “Jinn here,” he replied gruffly as he snatched at the commlink. “Qui! I knew I’d catch you in.” the voice was instantly recognizable as that of his good friend Dex Berlingside. “How’d you like to go out for a bit? Kryz is busy with meditations this evening and I feel the need of a good stiff drink.” “Dex, I’ve got a mission tomorrow...” “I’m aware of that. I promise it’ll be only one drink and I’ll even buy.” His friend’s voice was relaxed and jubilant, but Qui-Gon could still sense the man’s underlying need of distraction. It had been a very trying time for his Corellian friend since the cantina crawl. Where he had been happily surprised by at least one fortuitous circumstance that transpired from that evening, his friend had been solely weighted down by the reprehensible actions of his Padawan that night. “Dex...I already have plans,” Qui-Gon responded regretfully, sincerely remorseful that he couldn’t be there for his friend. For a moment he actually considered changing his plans, knowing that Leona would probably understand, not necessarily like it, but defer to his wanting to offer support to his friend. She was well aware of what the man was going through and he found the depth of her compassion to be one of her finest qualities. “Do I assume this involves a certain miniature healer person of your acquaintance and that ‘these plans’ will occupy you all night?” Qui-Gon could hear the man positively leering at the other end of the connection and shook his head ruefully. Unlike the blonde Corellian, Qui-Gon preferred to keep any personal relationships strictly between himself and the woman in question. Not that the man boasted of his conquests per se, he just enjoyed flaunting his rather insatiable and varying appetite. It was just his Corellian nature. “I’ll take your silence as an affirmative. I do hope you’ve been taking your vitamins old man, ” Dex voice brightened considerably. “Well never let it be said that Dex Berlingside would impede the course of true love... or a good time.” A crude chuckling followed. “I‘ll let you get back to Leona then. I wouldn’t want to be liable for causing undo frustration...especially to a healer.” There was that damnable knowing laugh of Dex’s again. “Contact me when you’re back. You can give me all the glorious details then. Berlingside out.” With that, the connection terminated and Qui-Gon passed a rough hand over his face in frustration. Just how difficult was it to keep one’s private life private around here? “Now, where were we?” he walked back into the bedroom, placing the commlink on the bedside table before taking a seat on the bed. What he would have liked to do was turn it off, but one never knew when a true emergency would crop up. “I think right about here,” Leona crawled up behind him, her hands wrapped around him as she tried to undo the tie of the robe, giving a playful nip to his neck. Twisting to face her Qui-Gon grabbed for her and kissed her. “Mmm,” he suddenly grunted, breaking off the kiss. “One moment,” he reached for the commlink, much to the consternation of his companion. “I want to make sure there’s no more interruptions,” he tapped a few buttons and waited a moment for the channel to open. “Yes, Master?” The lightly accented voice of Obi-Wan Kenobi broke through. “I just wanted to remind you that the transport leaves at eighth hour sharp.” “I assumed you’d wake me in time,” the young man’s voice sounded decidedly perplexed. “I’ll meet you in the docking bay,” the Master replied, giving no further information. “You won’t be coming home?” The Padawan inquired, then the sound of rustling and whispering could be heard, before another voice interjected. “Just where are you palnning to spend the night Quiggy?” A brash, insolent and very Corellian, female voice piped up. Qui-Gon’s face reddened, torn between irritation and embarrassment at the girl’s impertinence. “Jemmy!” Obi-Wan whined over the comm in warning. “Come on Ben, if it was you, he’d give you the third degree...” more rustling on the other end and then indistinct mutterings. “I apologize Master. I’ll be at the docking bay at o-eight-hundred,” Obi-Wan’s tone was exceedingly accommodating, causing even more concern in the Jedi Master. “Do have a good evening Master Jinn,” the girl’s manner had also turned far too formal. “Thank you Jemmiah, good night,” and as he was about to disengage the connection, they heard a hastily added, “and tell Leona to be gentle with you.” Turning away to hide her grin, Leona coughed lightly into her hand. “It’s not funny,” Qui-Gon’s brows knit together. “She’s only teasing,” Leona defended, “I’m sure she doesn’t think you that old and brittle.” “It’s not Jemmiah’s teasing that bothers me. It’s what the two of them will get up to now,” the stern masterly tone returned. It was no secret that he disapproved of the relationship between Obi-Wan and Jemmiah, how could he not when he viewed them both as son and daughter. It had been seven years ago when he first encountered the ten-year old Corellian girl in a place where no child had right to be, living in a brothel on a far-away planet run by a most vile, despicable man. After returning with her to Coruscant, he petitioned the Jedi High Council for her legal custody and after a surprisingly short battle, the girl had moved into his shared quarters. Over the years, the irascible, yet loving girl grew and blossumed, eventually moving into quarters with another Jedi Master's whose heart she had stolen, the Creche Master Evla Sovolla who also looked on the girl as her own daughter. Things had been fine... well, not quite fine but at least toleratable until he discovered that the relationship between Obi-Wan and Jemmiah had changed from sibling friendship to romantic interest. “Only the same thing we are,” Leona ran her hands up his thighs. “That’s exactly what I’m afraid of. Obi-Wan doesn’t need those kinds of distractions in his life,” the man’s mind was obviously not with her. “Is that what I am, a distraction?” She pulled the robe he wore off his wide shoulders. “No, of course not, this is different,” he smiled lustfully, his attention now returning to the barely clad woman next to him. “Hmmph,” she snorted, “then I’m not trying hard enough. Come over here.” Without reservation the large man did as directed, stretching himself out on the bed. “Let’s see what I can do to distract you,” she pulled open his robe, then straddled his hips. “Now it’s my turn to have a little fun,” after removing her own robe, she bent forward, her tongue stroking his lips before plunging into his mouth. “Mmmm,” she moaned, as he first kneaded her breasts, then pressed her down against him. She squirmed her bottom slightly, feeling the pressure of his hardening cock against between her legs. Rising slightly on her knees, he instantly grabbed for his shaft, rubbing it over her warm mound. “Uh, uh, uh,” she pulled away as he pressed the large head between her already moist lips. “we’re going to work on your stamina.” In response, Qui-Gon bucked his hips and for the briefest of moments his cock slid deliciously into her before she moved forward. Using the Force, she grabbed for his hands pulling up and pinning them over his head. “How much control do you have?” She whispered a challenged, positioned on all fours above him. Gazing into her eyes, he saw the heated glint of desire and though more than anything at this moment, he wanted to flip her over and plow himself into her sweetness, he quirked a crooked half-smile. “I have enough.” Instantly, he felt the release of the Force and she propped herself on her hands. “Have you such Jedi restraint that you can resist the instinct to move?” While kissing his neck, she leaned back, swinging her hips until he pressed into her entrance. With a rhythmic rocking motion, he felt her wetness slowly wrap around his cock as he inched into her. Head handing down, her long, auburn hair spilling onto him, Leona laid her forehead on his chest. Her hips swayed with exquisite deliberation, his throbbing cock penetrating further with each rotation. He felt her warm breath on his skin, could feel each inhalation stutter with tension as she continued her ministrations. “Do you have any idea how good you feel?” She groaned with delight, then rocked back, her body accepting even more of him. It was all he could do when she began thrusting herself on him. Back and forth, back and forth she slid over his cock, covering it in wetness. Fiery tendrils of lust flooded every nerve and he fought the demanding urge to drive himself into her. The instinct to pleasure himself with her, to take what he wanted was like a blinding red stake in his mind. With all the strength he had, he restrained himself, his hands clawing the bed at his side. Her head rose as she sat upright on her knees and he could see her face strained with equal desire, her breasts heaving with each stammered breath. “You are a stunning man,” she purred with a heated grin, then began to eased herself down to his hips, almost painfully slow, she gradually envelop his entire, huge shaft. Her face pinched in pleasure, her body trembling with delight, she stilled for a brief respite before impaling herself on him fully with a squeal of pleasure. Grinding her bottom into his hips, she squirmed, repeatedly rising on her knees then allowing herself to collapse back down, taking his length deep inside her. The wet, hot friction of her thrusts was gloriously agonizing and he basked in the raw passion she radiated. “Ahh, ahh, ahh...” she grunted with each intensified stroke. Concentrating on her, Qui-Gon reached out, caressing each breast. “So... good... so b.. big..” she moaned, straining her eyes open to see a feral grin on his face. “Come for me my flower,” his deep voice washed over her senses as she once again ground down on him. Leaning against the support of his hands, she rocked back and forth, her rhythm increasing, her breaths coming out in stammered gasps. His cock stroked by tight velvety walls, pressing against deliriously wet muscle, he focused on his lover’s breathing, her moans, anything but his mounting orgasm. Then her body began to jerk tumultuously and her moans turned into cries of pleasure. “Oh gods.... ahh, ahh, ahh...” she shuddered violently and Qui-Gon felt the spasms of her orgasm constrict tightly around his throbbing cock and he painfully held his own back. Quivering again, she collapsed onto his chest. “You have remarkable control...” she stuttered. “I told you I had enough,” he answered slyly, “my turn.” Turning sideways, Qui-Gon rolled over and on top of her, planting kisses to her breasts, her neck and mouth as he angled one knee between her legs and forced them apart. “You like it slow, do you?” He teased her, slowly thrusting himself inside her. “Mmmmmm....” she answered, raising her hips to meet his thrusts. “Slow and deep,” she growled seductively. “Oh, I’ll give you deep... eventually.” And with that, he pumped his now engorged cock halfway inside her, pulling back and thrusting forward again. “Uh, uh, uh...” he admonished, nearly pulling completely out of her when she raised her legs to wrap around his waist, “remember control.” “Awww,” she whimpered disappointedly, before relaxing under him. It was her turn to watch while he pumped inside her, his thick cock disappearing into her wetness over and over again. Thrusting into her, he raised himself up, feeling the tension of her muscles that hugged him firmly. “Argghh... woman, you are so tight...” he moaned as he swung his hips, angling into her softness. “Please... deeper... harder,” she begged and he only smiled down at her, continuing his unhurried rhythm. Pulling back, he withdrew from her. “Turn over,” he commanded and her eyes widened in alarm. “Don’t worry,” he reassured her with both words and Force energy, “I’d never hurt you.” Trustingly, she wordlessly rolled and positioned herself on hands and knees. From behind her, Qui-Gon held his cock, rubbing it against her swollen lips before plunging into her with decreasing self-restraint. Grasping her hips, he gradually pulled her back to him, then pushed her forward, filling her again and again. “Oh yes...” she squealed, “deeper.. please,.. harder...” her control waning, she pushed when he pulled and he sunk deeply inside her and they both moaned with the friction of his thrusts as his fingers dug into her flesh. “I’m going to make you come again,” he leaned over her back, groaning into her ear. “Yes... please... make me come,” she pleaded hungrily. Releasing her hips, one hand went to grab both breasts together while the other found the hard little nub of her sex. Placing his considerable weight on her, he forced her to the bed, still pumping furiously while he massaged her sensitive clit. “Ohhh, Qui-Gon.... that’s it. Fuck me hard... please... fuck me deep...” she bucked beneath him, meeting his thrusts with her own, forcing his demanding cock deeper and deeper. “Woman... you are sooo good...” his tempo increasing as he felt the raw ache of his building orgasm. “Ahhhhhh...” she wailed passionately, as he drove himself into her with wild abandonment, all previous control now lost in the heat of passion. One hand squeezing her breasts and the other frantically stroking her wet, aching clit she felt the excruciating pain of her orgasm wash over her, everything inconsequential to her desires. “I’m coming...” she screamed into the bed, her head forced into the mattress from his fierce pounding. Her entire body went rigid, tensing in ecstasy. Waves of intense pleasure breaking over her, she spasmed and quivered helplessly. In an instant her clit had grown super-sensitive and she begged him to remove his hand. Still inside her, he grabbed her shoulders, propelling himself even deeper, as he hit on a previously unknown sweet spot and her body responded in kind with a never before sense of lust. “Don’t stop... please... don’t... stop,” she implored as he pounded inside her, each point of contact audiible with a heavy slap, each stroke hitting the sweet spot and causing her exquisite raw pleasure. A third orgasm engulfed her and as her muscles contract around him, tightening and convulsing around his cock from within he came with her. “Oh gods... Leona... sweet, sweet Leona...” he growled, spilling his seed inside her with trembling thrusts. Collapsing beside her, he pulled her close, his large frame practically encircling her small body, his arms wrapped around her. “Was that control enough for you?” The warmth of his breath on her neck eliciting a fulfilled sigh. “Oh yes,” she purred with satisfaction, snuggling into his embrace, “enough and more.” She felt his smile on her skin as he kissed and a playful nipped at the back of her neck and could feel his breathing even out as post-intercourse lethargy swept over him. A shiver ran through her as the sweat created from their passionate activity began to dry and Leona pulled a blanket from a nearby chair with the Force and covered them up before slipping into a blissfully contented sleep, her last thoughts being of dreams come true. The End... or perhaps only the beginning. :) :) |