Title: Breathless Author: Cerulean Blue Rating: A strong R Disclaimer: Hey, George. You sue me and this is what you'll get: A copy of the Harper's Harbrace Handbook My senior year yearbook Petroleum jelly Music for the Christmas cantata Information about medical schools A chewed pen A Baptist hymnal A chihuahua beanie baby Lyrics belong to the Corrs Summary: Obi-Wan never fails to leave you breathless ====================================== "Go on, go on, leave me breathless" Calculus has to be the most boring class ever invented. Why in nine hells did you have to take it? And why did Master Cli Jayett insist on talking in that incessantly-soothing voice? He KNEW it made you sleepy! To top it all off, you have to spend the next hour and a half with your ass parked next to the fine one belonging to Obi-Wan Kenobi. Obi-Wan Kenobi. The Force's gift to women. And he didn't even know you were alive. Of course, that didn't mean that you didn't take undue pleasure in sitting next to him an hour and a half every Tuesday and Thursday. You study his face, mapping the planes of his profile with watchful eyes. He brings a pencil to his sinfully-sensual lips and chews thoughtfully, apparently stewing over the latest problem Jayett spouted out. You were lucky. As much as you hated calculus, you were awfully good at it. "Padawan Blue! What is the inverse of the function f(x)=x^2+6x-1?" Uh, yeah. That was a good question. You figure on your datapad for a moment and come up with a likely response. "Umm...negative three plus the square root of x plus ten?" You mouth frantically to your friend, Lyssa, but she's too engrossed at watching WHATEVER is playing on your other friend, Silver's, datapad. Arrgh. The two math brains are otherwise engaged. "Yes, that is correct, Ms. Blue. Now, pay attention from now on." You nod your head dutifully and hear a voice in your head. At first, you thought it was Master Jayett, but then you realize that it was...gulp. Him. /Pay attention? How could anyone pay attention in this boring class? Oh, when you reply, shield your thoughts so Jayett can't hear them./ You look over to Kenobi, his eyes staring placidly at the functions on the board and a complacent smile upon his lips. You figured you'd stick with your normal glazed-eye look and hope for the best. /Obi-Wan? Why haven't you ever talked to me before?/ He laughs then, INSIDE your head and you want to melt. He has a beautiful laugh. /Because you were never such a smartass to Master Jayett before. Besides, I'm trying to keep you in trouble. How much you want to bet I can get you so flustered you can't answer one of Jayett's questions? I'm willing to put fifty credits on it./ You glance over at him with a feral gleam in your eye. You'd never backed down from a bet. Besides, you were the expert on playing off surprise questions. /You're on. Fifty credits says you can't distract me./ Suddenly, you feel a warm tingle come over your body. /Like that? Let me tell you what I want to do to you. I want to start at your face. I want to kiss each one of your eyelids, then watch them flutter open slowly. You have sea goddess eyes, you know. I want to drown in those aqua pools until I have you swooning and romantic. Then, I want to kiss your nose, barely flicking my tongue out over the tip to get my first taste of you. Then, each cheek, chastely, because I want to worship your body./ You shift in your chair, but his velvety tones don't stop, only grow more insistent. /I want to drink of your lips then, taking that full lower lip into my mouth and suckling on it. I want to kiss you, long and hard, I want to drink your soul with my kiss. Then, trailing along your neck and shoulders, I want to mark my territory, like this./ Suddenly, you feel a sensual tongue lapping at your collarbone, then teeth grazing along your skin. You look to Kenobi again, placid as ever. You hold up stoically, although your palms are a bit sweaty and you're breathing hard. What was it about this man? "Tempt me, tease me, until I can't deny this" /Kenobi. Stop. You've proven your point...can't you feel me squirming?/ Kenobi looks over for an instant and returns to his former position. /But you're so calm on the outside. I've yet to get you ruffled. Let me tease you some more. After I've studied your neck and shoulders, I want to explore those soft breasts of yours. I want to see them heave up and down as you pant, writhing and moaning for me to touch you. I want to twirl your nipples between my fingers, and feel every inch of you. Then, I want to take them into my mouth and worry them with my teeth, first the left, then the right./ You're panting heavily as you feel his searing hot mouth on your left breast. It was amazing that he could do this to her and not even be phased by it himself. /Down, down I go, until I can dip my tongue into your perfect navel. I swirl it around, getting a feel for just how fleeting I can make my touch without tickling./ By this time, you've decided that your cloak and outer tunics have to go. You remove the offending garments and breathe heavily, breathless from your imaginary exertions. /Then, I want to taste you completely, feel your body contract around my tongue as I dip and swirl inside your folds. I'm massaging your thighs with the pads of my thumbs, pressing in just the right spots to make you moan. The contractions of your body become faster and faster until I feel you quake around my fingers and tongue. I quickly slide up your body and sink into you with my cock, building a slow and steady rhythm. Soon, however, that rhythm becomes haphazard, as I near my own release. I kiss you deeply, twining my hands into your silken curls and rubbing my nose to yours. I desparately want you to open your eyes and you do just as we come. Our eyes meet, a desparate pooling of blue and green, both pairs swimming with desire. I pull out and roll onto my side, content to just stroke along your tiny waist with my battle-worn hands./ "Master Jayett, may I be excused? I feel dizzy." You hear Kenobi's chuckle in your head and vaguely register his asking to tag along "just in case." As soon as you're out, your lips meet in a frantic first kiss, and your hand fumbles with the knob of the nearest broom closet. ---------------- Hehhe...I got inspired ;)