Author: Cerulean Blue Rating: NC-17 Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Seriously. Ok, you can have the moldy Snickers bar. Summary: What happens when the General comes down with cabin fever and you're in his path? Cabin Fever ======================== You were trying to re-work the numbers for this month's inventory when you saw him. General Kenobi. He was stalking out to the bridge, an aristocratic look of boredom painted onto his striking face. You, along with every other female officer on this ship, had spent the past month staring at those perfectly-chisled features. He looks in your direction, nodding slightly. However, he calls you over and you sigh in frustration. You didn't have time to satisfy his every whim just because you were under him. /I always make time for those under me to satisfy my every whim./ Oh shit, he heard you. And he made a pass at you, in YOUR MIND. You'd forgotten that General Kenobi was a Jedi. Ooops. That scruffy little nerf-herder. "Scruffy looking? Who are you calling scruffy looking? Look at me. Look at me, lieutenant!" You indulge him, taking in the tall leather boots and tight black pants. His shirt is open at the collar and you drink in the sight of his golden-toned skin. "Am I scruffy, miss?" You shake your head no and stare at your boots as if they'd suddenly become interesting. Something about this man made you forget all the assertive qualities of your personality and revert into a real cavewoman. "I rather enjoy your wit, lieutenant, but I am also enjoying this primordial being you've morphed into." With that, he picks you up and slings you over his shoulder. He carries you into a large bedroom and drops you on the bed, ready to have wild, passionate relations with you. It was then that the comlink went off. Damn. Foiled again. ---------------- You stretch out langourously on the General's bed, inhaling the scent of his pillows and blankets. His bed is much larger than your narrow twin sized one, and you revel in the abilty to spread out. He is still barking into the comlink, stripping as he does so. He catches your eye for a moment with a lazy, jewel-toned one and his lips quirk up in a half smile. /Enjoying the view, little one?/ /Immensely, General Kenobi. Tell me, are you even aware of my name?/ The General gulps loudly and quickly recovers. He mouths your name, the syllables dripping in love and honey-like tones. It was divine..simply divine. Now standing before you naked, he finishes up his conversation and throws the comlink to the floor. He prowls and stalks you, making you shiver in delight. Your clothes are easily ripped away as the General stakes his claim. His mouth meets yours in a frenzied passion: biting, licking, sucking. His lips trail along your collarbone wetly and you're relegated to simplistic moans and writhing. He gets a feral gleam in his eyes and slides two fingers into your dripping body. "Ready, are we?" You nod your head and give him a breathless "yes." He thrusts into you then, his body filling you to the hilt. He thrusts over and over, his cock striking your cervix with a passion. His strokes become haphazard, and lust begins to make his eyes glaze over. You feel the warm waves of your orgasm coming, increased by his upward strokes. His pubic bone brushes against your clit every time he buries himself into you, and you come furiously. His follows soon after, his teeth clamping into your shoulder as he does so. Through the pain, all you feel is raw power, knowing this man owns you now. He rolls away soon afterward, and holds you in the afterglow. He trails a finger along the already-reddening bite mark and whispers an apology. "I'm sorry, love. I didn't mean to use you as a chew toy." You laugh then, quaking against his chest. He laughs as well, the deep rumbles vibrating your whole body. Life was perfect, and you could only hope he got bored more often. ----------- Fin