Title: Decompression
Author: Kymira
Rating: NC17
Archive: If you want to
Disclaimer: GKL may own him, but he has more fun with me! :)
Notes: Sometimes you just gotta write some feel better smut. ::winks at partner in crime::
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Shit. Complete shit. The day had started off bad, and had gotten worse. Even better, showed no sign of ending. First, you woke up late. Late... not even a good word for it. Waking up two hours late was the trigger for this evil day. Thinking you'd catch a quick hot shower to wake you up, you were beyond pissed to learn that the water was off... some water main break. Ok, no shower. Then, traffic was a bitch, and by the time you made it to work, so was your boss. Computers were slow, people were stupid, and the whole day was shit...

Well, at least you were home now. The place was a disaster, so you set about cleaning it. Your stomach growled, but you had no time to stop and cook. The only thing you wanted was to stop the world and sit down for a bit. The couch looked inviting, so you flopped down on it, intending only to soothe your frazzled nerves momentarily. Right...

The room was dark when you woke up. Muzzily, you shook your head, trying to clear the cobwebs from it when you realized that you weren't on the couch anymore. "What the hell?" you mutter as you sit up and try to stand up. Your foot caught in the blanket someone had lovingly laid on you, and you fall over, cursing the whole way down. "DAMMIT! Sonofa..." Soft music pipes in from the now open door to your living room. You get up and walk to the door, hesitant to look into the room. After all, you don't know if anyone is in there. A hand reaches out of the darkness and closes around your wrist. You panic, pulling away as you begin to think frantically. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you." The dulcet voice tells you that there is nothing to fear, since you know the owner of said voice. "Obi-Wan? Is that you?" The hand gently pulls you through the open door. "Yes, it's me. Who else has access to your apartment?" His tone is wry with his idea of humor. "No one else... just you. What are you doing here?" His hands steer you deeper into the darkness. By your guess, he's aiming for the couch. "I felt your distress, and I decided to pay you a visit to help you relax." The couch was behind you now, and you feel him push you to sit. "Now, close your eyes and stay there for a moment."

You do as he asks, patiently waiting. You can hear soft, subdued rustling sounds as Obi-Wan moves around you. Just as your patience was about to wear out, his hands take yours. "OK, open your eyes..." You open them and gasp. The room that was dark moments ago is illuminated by softly flickering candles strategicly placed around the room. "Oh.." you breathe softly. Obi-Wan moves behind you, his hands running up your arms to your shoulders. "Now, it's time for you to relax."

Obi-Wan's hands begin working a rhythm on your shoulders. His fingers tightened on your shoulders, searching out the obvious knots this day had caused. You arch away from his grasp as his touch centers on a particurally tense muscle. Immediately, a warmth settled in the affected area. You recognized his Force touch and relaxed as his hands sought out the ever present kinks in you neck. "A bit tense, are we?" You chuckle at his dry comment. "If you the kind of day I had, you'd be tense too!" His hands pull you, trying to lay you down on the couch. "Hon, I'm really not in the mood..." His soft tone quiets you. "Shhh... The day is done. Now, lay down so I can work on your back." You acquiese, knowing how talented he is with his hands. Your back is jolted with cool air as his hands try to push your shirt up to your shoulderblades. His growl lights the night. "Sith..." Quickly, you rise up enough to unbutton your shirt and pull it off. "Better?" you quip. Your bra snap pops open and falls to your side. "Much better." he responds, kneading at the rapidly loosening muscles. His touch is almost electric as he pulls gently at the tangles there.

Just as you begin to drift into utter relaxation, you feel a soft brush against your spine. You know the touch well. His lips press soft kisses along your back, as his hands sink into your hair, moving the heavy mass from your neck. His kisses burn a silent trail to the back of your neck, laving the skin there with his tongue. He kisses there one more time, and leans down to your ear. His teeth nip at the earlobe, and his voice purrs in your ear. "Mmmmm... much better. How 'bout a bath?" At his words, the water turns on in the bathroom, and he stands you up. "Shall I help you undress?" You swat his eager hands away, laughing at his mock insulted expression. "No, thank you, busy body. I can handle it!" He smiles at you, then retreates to the bathroom.

You pull a fleece robe around your naked frame, snuggling it close, as you step into the bathroom. The scent of vanilla floats from the tub, full of bubbles. A grinning Obi-Wan sits on the edge of the tub, an expectant look on his face. "Are you going to wear the robe in the tub?" You turn your back to him, and coyly glance over your shoulder at him. "No, I wouldn't dare wear my robe..." You untie the robe and drop it in a puddle of fabric at your ankles. His breathing hitches at the sight of your nudity. "Forse, you are so beautiful," he mutters under his breath. You smile at the compliment. "You're not so bad yourself." Gingerly, you step into the tub, wincing slightly at the hot water. He sees the muscles tighten in your face. "Too hot?" You sink into the mountains of bubbles, gasping as the hot water surrounds you. "Most everything about you, Kenobi, is too hot..."

Obi-Wan chuckles as you settle yourself into the overfull tub. You close your eyes and allow the deep heat of the water to seep into your taxed body and soothe your overactive mind. The scent around you in intoxicating, and a slightly drowsy feeling begins to creep over your mind. Sighing deeply, you sink further into the tub until only your face shows. Obi-Wan silently watches you, enjoying the contentment that is plainly written all over your face. He grins devilishly as an idea plants itself into his mind. A soft rustle, and you open your eyes, to find yourself alone in the bathroom. "Obi-Wan?" His dulcet voice floats in from the adjoining room. "A moment, dear." You close your eyes again, trusting the man in the other room implicitly. Another quiet sound, and the room darkens behind your eyelids. You open your eyes abruptly, glancing around in the dark. "Obi... did you do that?" Warm hands touch your cheeks, stroking them. "Shhhh... relax. Trust me."

The calm tone in his voice reassures you, and you do relax. His hands continue their gentle touch all over your face, then drops under the surface of the water, finding the washcloth you let slip from your grasp. They returns, washcloth in tow, as he drizzles warm water down the side of your neck. "Hon, I can bathe myself." His lips find your ear. "I know, dear one, but allow me this simple pleasure. Please." His hands feel so good as they stroke down your neck, washing away all traces of this horrid day. His ministrations move to your shoulders, using the rough texture of the cloth to help knead the weariness from you. His lips have begun to nibble at your earlobe, then tracing down your neck, to lightly nip the juncture of your neck and shoulders. "Gods, you taste good..." *******************************************'

You lean your head back, allowing his mouth better access to your throat. His teeth latch on lightly, nipping at your pulse point. You arch your back, a ragged moan tripping from your lips, answered by a soft gasp from him. "Keep that up, and I may have to join you." Smiling, you reach to grasp his shoulders, finding them covered by the lightweight fabric of his undertunic. "What are you doing?" Before he can pull back, you yank him forward, pulling him, still clothed into the tub. He sputters for a moment before he breaks out in surprised laughter. "You are insane, woman!" Tangling your fingers in his hair, you silence him with a kiss. Your eager hands tug at his sodden clothing. "Mmmmmppphhh....." Obi-Wan cocks an amused eyebrow at you as he disengages his mouth from yours. "Want something, dear?" The knot that hold his tunic together is almost impossible to untie since it is soaked. Growling, you pull on the offending restraint. "Need, not want." Moaning, Obi-Wan sinks his hands into your damp hair, pulling you as close as two bodies can be. You still have your hands hooked into the tunic, still fighting with it when he drops his hands to your breasts, kneading them with a sense of urgency that is beginning to match your own. The touch of his hands on your wet skin is almost unbearable.

Water sloshes over the edge of the tub as the two of you writhe together. Obi-Wan's mouth finds your hardened nipple, lightly worrying it between his teeth. You gasp and arch you back into his welcome heat. Obi-Wan traces a wet path down your slick stomach, his index finger dipping into your navel as his mouth laves your other breast with the same torturous tongue flicks as its twin. The desire has burned down to a raw need in your soul, and this man isn't making it any better. Obi-Wan is notorious for doing the exact opposite of what you want, and you decide to take matters into your own hands. "Aw... fuck it!" Forgoing the overly tight knot, you slide your hands down his torso, feeling the thick corded muscles under the wet weight of his tunic. You dig your hands in, knowing he can feel the long nails you keep. He draws a shuddering breath as your hands stop at the wet laces of his leggings. They're tight too, but they're also much thinner, and easier to open. With a good hard yank, the laces rip free, and your hand dives into the heavy material to cup Obi-Wan's straining erection. His gasp electrifies you as he pushes his hips harder into your hands. "Sith.... the things you do to me!"

You pull his cock free as you move your hand from his leggings. With a wicked grin, you run your nails lightly down the rock hard staff. His answering growl is your only warning as he moves slightly, pulling your legs open and draping them over the edge of the tub. With one solid thrust, he sinks himself into you. A violent tremor shivers through you as his mouth drops to your ear. "Water chilling off any?" He punctuates his query with a deep roll of his hips, his cock brushing your sweet spot. "It's warming up a bit," you manage feebly. Another thrust, this one even deeper and you feel his teeth latch onto your earlobe. "By the time I'm done with you, this water will be boiling." Before you get the chance to respond to his cocky attitude, he pulls you into his rhythm. You lose all coherent thought as his hips begin to surge against yours in earnest.

You can feel the burning fire spread through your body as his speed picks up. Obi-Wan is grunting with each thrust, a sure sign he won't last much longer. Not that that should matter, since you know he would never allow you to go unpleasured. You feel the coil tighten in your center. Just a bit more.... "Nnnnggggghhhh.... can't last...too much... come for me.... please..." His voice is the trigger that launches you into your release. A sweet melting ache spirals over you, as your ragged cries reach his ears. His hips speed up, his own orgasm close. The final shudder of your still spasming muscles sends him roaring over the edge, his cock filling you with his searing heat. A few more erratic thrusts, and he collapses, almost on top of you, sending more water out of the tub.