Author: JenJen
Rating: NC-17
Archive: To Darry
Disclaimer: It's *my* fantasy...I can do what I want.
Feedback: Be nice. :)
Notes: ****CONTAINS SCENES OF FEMALE MASTURBATION.**** Lyrics belong to Paula Cole, from the song "Feelin' Love", off the CITY OF ANGELS soundtrack. Thought it was a great sexy Obi song. Thanks for the beta, Ken.

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Three months...

Three months, twelve days, fourteen hours, twenty-eight minutes, and forty-six seconds.

You can't believe you're actually counting down to the second how long it's been since he left on this latest mission. His last message to you promised that he'd be home in another week, longing to show you just how much he missed you. That was little over a month ago.

Normally, you'd be going out of your mind with worry at not hearing from him in so long, but the bond between the two of you has gotten stronger over time and something deep within tells you that he is alright.

You look at the clock once again and close your eyes. "Stop it," you tell yourself. "Looking at the clock won't bring him home any faster."

You get up from the couch and stroll into your bedroom to change. Standing in your closet you let your fingers slide across the neatly hung clothes and pause at one item in particular. "Gods, I miss him so much," you sigh and pull a black and fuscia babydoll nightie from its padded hanger.

Smiling, you recall the day he presented the silver box to you. Upon opening it you found a stunning piece of lingerie. It was the most beautiful babydoll nightie you'd ever seen. The bust was adorned with a sexy fuscia ruffle detail. The thin ribbon straps tied at the shoulder, making for easy removal. The rest of the nightie was black and very sheer, with a fuscia hem. There was also a pair of matching string panties with it.

"Why not?" you say to yourself, and put the nightie on.

Pulling your hair up in a ponytail you walk back into the living room and turn on the stereo. You grin as you check which CD's are loaded and notice the one you were looking for. Pressing PLAY, you grab the remote and saunter back to the couch as the pulsating music begins. Leaning back you close your eyes and think of him as the song plays. 'Damn, this song was definitely written about him,' you think to yourself.

~*~*~
You make me feel like a sticky pistil leaning into her stamen.
You make me feel like Mr. Sunshine himself.
You make me feel like splendor in the grass where we're rolling, damn skippy baby!
You make me feel like the Amazon's running between my thighs.
~*~*~

At this last line, you let out a soft "Mmmmmm" and begin to slowly caress your thighs. Spreading your legs apart, you slowly rub your hands over the tops of your thighs, then inward and back up, teasing yourself slightly as your thumbs brush softly against the thin panties. Eyes still closed, you bite your lower lip and think, 'Gods, I want him so bad.'

~*~*~
You make me feel love, love, love, love, love.
Love, love, love, love, love.
You make me feel love, love, love, love, love.
Love, love, love.
~*~*~

The music continues its pulsating rhythm and you fill your mind with images of the two of you engaged in the most sinful of acts. You continue your slow caress and move one hand up to your abdomen while you slide the other one under your nightie and clutch your breast, sliding your thumb back and forth across your nipple. Sliding a finger under your panties you gently caress the aching nub and imagine him standing over you in all his beautiful nakedness, ready to devour you like a hungry predator.

~*~*~
You make me feel like a candy apple, all red and horny.
You make me feel like I wanna be a dumb blonde, in a centerfold, the girl next door.
And I would open the door and I'd be all wet with my tits soaking thru this tiny little T-shirt that I'm wearing,
And you would open the door and tie me up to the bed.
~*~*~

You rub your fingers against your swollen clit as you writhe in time with the music. Moaning, you pinch a nipple and imagine his soft, velvety tongue swirling circles over it. You envision him kissing you down your body, pausing at your navel to flick his tongue over it a few times. He continues kissing you, kneeling between your legs and kissing the inside of one thigh, then the other, slowly making his way to your center. You can feel him slide the barely-there panties off and his hot breath just over your swollen nub. 'Gods, it feels so real!' you moan to yourself.

//Starting without me, love?//

The voice penetrates your mind like a bright ray of sunshine invading a sound slumber, as you feel the soft, hot kisses on your center and you open your eyes to see him staring into yours. You draw in a sharp breath, startled to see him actually there, planted between your legs.

"I...you...what are you doing here? I thought you were on a mission?"

"I just finished debriefing at the Temple. You were projecting rather loudly. I got here as fast as I could."

"I...uh..." you blush momentarily before flashing him your best what-are-you-gonna-do-about-it grin and wrap your legs around him and pull him to you.

He grabs the stereo remote and presses the REPEAT button so that the song will play in a continuous loop. He stands above you, just as you imagined, in all his naked glory. Directly in front of you his cock points and bobs at you, letting you know just how much he missed you. Licking your lips, you sit up and move toward him...eager to taste the bit of pre-cum that glistens at the head of his cock. He moves back before you can taste him and you pout slightly. He holds out a black silk sash and gives you a wicked grin.

"I believe that last line said something about me tying you up to the bed."

You wrap the sash around your wrist and take his hand as he leads you into the bedroom. "But I'm not wearing a T-shirt for my wet tits to soak thru," you remind him, smirking.

"It doesn't matter, love...soon you won't be wearing anything at all."

Once inside the bedroom, he stops. Candles have been lit throughout the room. Before you can ask him how he did this so quickly, he kisses you softly and passionately. Gently squeezing your bound hand, he releases your wrist and pulls you close to him.

"I've been gone far too long...I don't ever want to let you go," he whispers with immense passion and earnestness.

At this, your knees turn to rubber and he catches you before you fall and sweeps you into his arms. You look into his deep blue eyes and run your fingers through his auburn mane, longer now since he's been away. You have no doubt in your mind that he means every word.

Slowly he carries you to the bed and gently lays you down. He props a pillow under you for comfort, before he slowly takes your right hand in his. He places a gentle kiss to your palm, then slowly ties your wrist to the bedpost with one end of the sash. Taking your left hand, he does the same...kissing your palm before tying you to the bedpost.

Hovering over you, his eyes never leaving yours, he slowly pulls at the ties on your straps and they fall away from your shoulders. He gently traces the bustline of your nightie back and forth across your sensitive skin and you shudder at the sensation. With each back and forth sweep of his finger, he lowers the nightie until your breasts are bared to him. "So beautiful," he whispers before taking your right nipple in his mouth. He nips and suckles your nipple, while he pinches and rubs the other one. You arch your back into him and he suckles harder, giving each breast equal treatment.

"Ohhh, yesssssss...," you moan. He slides the nightie down your body, leaving a trail of kisses as he goes. You lift your hips and he slides your panties and nightie off your body, positioning himself between your legs, as he gently places them over his shoulders. Turning his head slightly, he plants a kiss on your inner thigh while his fingers trace tiny little circles over your navel.

He shifts his body slightly and you feel a soft, hot kiss at your center. You let out a soft moan, and he responds by gently flicking his tongue over your now-throbbing clit. He glides his tongue in tiny little circles, his hot breath driving you mad with ecstasy. Soon he begins to gently suckle your swollen nub and you strain against your binds, wanting desperately to run your hands through his hair.

He pulls his mouth away and before you can protest, you feel a long, slender finger slide inside you, then another. "Amazon indeed, my love...," he smirks. He slowly begins to piston his fingers while his thumb rubs over your clit. In and out, faster and faster, he brings you just close enough to orgasm but doesn't let you fall.

Now whimpering, you beg for him to be inside you, "It's been so long, please, Obi..."

Crawling up the bed until he's positioned directly over you, he leans down and whispers in your ear. "Patience, love, you will have me. But first, I want you to taste..."

He slides his fingers in your mouth and the taste of your own juices drives you into a wanton frenzy. You suck his fingers hard and he lets out a feral growl. He pulls his fingers out of your mouth and you flash an evil grin. "Wanna taste?" you tease as you stick out your tongue.

Blue fire burns in his eyes as he descends upon your tongue and begins to suck the taste right off. Your tongues dance around each other madly before settling into a long, passionate kiss. Using your bindings as leverage, you raise your hips to find his cock...desperately wanting to feel him fill every inch of you.

Taking your cue, he positions his cock at your opening, coating the tip with your flowing juices. In one deft move he releases your bindings and buries himself deep within you. You tightly wrap your legs around his waist and hold him to you. He envelops you in his arms completely and the two of you just lay there for a moment, feeling each other breathe...not ever wanting to let go. Reluctantly he releases you, then begins a slow, steady rhythm...sliding in and out of you, rotating his hips so that he hits your sweet spot with every thrust.

"So...wet..." he rasps as his breathing becomes ragged. You know that he can't contain himself much longer. Lightly scraping your fingernails down his back, you cup his sac in your hand and lovingly begin to fondle him. With your other hand, you gently trace small circles over his firm buttocks with your fingernails. This drives him over the edge and he slams his hips into yours, harder and faster. With each thrust his curls rub against your throbbing clit and you both go over the edge together, simultaneously calling each other's name.

The two of you collapse in each other's arms, breathing heavily. He wipes a sweat-soaked lock of hair from your forehead and kisses you. "I've missed you so much, love," he whispers. "This was the most wonderful homecoming."

"I love you, Obi-Wan," you whisper as you bury your head against his chest and the two of you drift into slumber.