Water_Play

Water Play

Leona gazed out over the glistening water. The warm breeze rippled across the surface creating minute explosions of molten sparks as the sunlight reflected off the lapping waves. The lazy rocking of the boat only augmented the already idyllic sense that filled her. Releasing a contented sigh, she leaned back against the broad chest behind her.

Her outlook of the afternoon had not been quite so optimistic when first arriving at the woodland sanctuary on Bimmisaari. Not that it wasn't incredibly beautiful and peaceful; the pristine forests offered a paradise overflowing with the Living Force.
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She�d been more than happy when proposing to her paramour, Qui-Gon Jinn, that they spend a day together, away from the Jedi Temple. Over the course of the last six months since they began to date, their time together was spent in stolen moments between her work in the Jedi infirmary and his missions and the training of his Padawan, Obi-Wan Kenobi. Such was the life of Jedi, full of responsibilities and obligations.

�I�ve got tomorrow free and I�m sure the Council could spare you one day,� she hesitantly stated at lunch with the Jedi Master and his apprentice. �We could have a picnic.�

�That would be a fine idea,� young Obi-Wan interjected passionately, �you could use a day to relax Master.�

Qui-Gon was silent as he regarded his Padawan with a suspicious eye. He knew full well what the young man would be up to if left to his own devices and it wasn�t anything he wanted to allow. Not that he didn�t trust Obi-Wan�s judgment, but where Jemmiah was concerned, Obi-Wan couldn�t see past his hormones, as Jemmiah's current condition would certainly attest to..

After a moment of thoughtful deliberation, he had turned to her with a smile and agreed with her proposal. Much to her surprise, the man�s eyes verily lit up in excitement and he went so far as to suggest he knew the perfect place and would arrange for the necessary reservation and transportion there..

�And you,� he turned a steel-glinted smirk on Obi-Wan, �I�ll speak with Master Felse for you to spend the day with him.�

�But Master,� Obi-Wan�s face contorted in horror, �I hardly need a babysitter at my age!�

�Of course not,� the Jedi Master acknowledged, �but it would be the perfect time for you to work on your lightsaber skills. I�ve been thinking that it�s time for you to begin the eighty-fourth kata and there�s no Master better versed in the fine nuances of it then Master Felse. It would greatly benefit you to take advantage of his infrequent visits to the Temple.�

Master Felse was a renown swordsman, equal to his own Master, but was also know for his meticulous and exacting teaching method. The man could spend an entire afternoon on one position and didn�t believe in ending a session until the pupil had both stance and form down pat or until said student was too exhausted and sore to move. There�d been rumors that there�d been more than one Padawan who�d spent the night in the infirmary under sheer exhaustion after a class with Master Felse.

Comprehension dawned and Obi-Wan leveled a knowing glare at his elder. The eighty-fourth kata was a high-level skill and possibly one of the longest katas there were. It was his Master�s intention to impart on him a lesson that would leave him so weary, he�d have no energy left for any more pleasurable pursuits.

�Don�t I get the day to relax?� Obi-Wan�s tone boarded on whining.

�You are the apprentice and still have much to learn,� Qui-Gon reminded more severely than intended. �Your time must be put forth to the best benefit in that purpose. You�ll have years ahead of you for relaxation.�

�But Master, I�d much rather go over the eighty-fourth kata with you,� Obi-Wan�s green-blue eyes had gleamed at his Master smugly.

�Hmmm,� Qui-Gon stroked his bearded chin in contemplation, �If you�d rather. I�m sure I can put you through your paces almost as well as Master Felse.�

Obi-Wan�s face had fallen at the sickeningly sweet and conceding tone. It was one that promised untold tortures if the instruction was left to his Master�s means.

�Never mind,� the young man replied dejectedly, knowing when he�d been bested, �I�ll spend the day with Master Felse.�

�Good,� Qui-Gon responded with satisfaction, �I�ll contact him this afternoon and coordinate a time for your class. I�m sure he�ll want to get an early start.�

Pouting, Obi-Wan pushed his chair back with a loud scrape.

�You haven�t finished eating?� Leona stated with surprise as he rose to his feet with his tray still piled with food.

�I think I�ll go take a nap,� he mumbled gruffly, �I�m going to need it.�
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That had been yesterday. This morning when Qui-Gon knocked on her door to escort her to the shuttle he requisitioned for the trip, she�d been pleased at the kiss she�d received and his eagerness to get underway. Offering to carry the basket she�d packed with food and drink for their little excursion, she�d taken no real notice of his comment that he�d already packed everything they�d need.

The planet Bimmisaari was only a few systems away from Coruscant and took only two hours to reach. While piloting the ship, Qui-Gon explained a bit about the sanctuary they were going to visit.

�It�s a large tract of land set aside by the Bimms as a nature reserve. There were actually two species that inhabited the planet, living harmoniously side-by-side. One was near human and the other, a furred, floppy-eared humanoid species. They were a hospitable people who enjoyed art, music and story telling, their favorite being tales of heroism and this in part leading to a very high regard of the Jedi.

The sanctuary was founded to preserve a part of Bimmisaari in its raw, unspoiled state. Very few beings were even allowed on the grounds, but the Bimms made exceptions for the Jedi who they believed to be respectful and appreciative of nature and its environment.

�It has a large, clear lake the color of Abyssian emeralds,� he said wistfully, obviously the site holding a special place in his mind.

�Has it been long since you�ve been there?� Leona asked with interest.

�As a Padawan, I would join Dex and Master Montal on their trips here. As the years went by my chance to visit it has steadily decreased.�

�Then I feel honored that you�d share it with me.� Leona reached over the co-pilot�s seat and gave his arm a squeeze.

On landing, he handed her the food-laden basket and grabbed a large knapsack he�d brought. Opening the hatch, he led her outside where he paused, sucking in a great satisfying breath. The Living Force drew on him and he opened himself to its beckoning. Rolling his head on his shoulders, he could feel the great rush of energies from a hundred thousand living things reached out to him, filling him with peace, purpose and a serene place in the universe.

Glancing up at the man, Leona was struck with a sense of wonder at how utterly handsome the tall Jedi was. It wasn�t just his leonine features or heart-stopping smile, but the inner aura of tranquility and his deep sense of nobility. For not the first time, she thanked the indescribable providence that had brought this man she had so long admired into her life.

Perhaps feeling her warm thoughts, he peered down at the petite woman, conferring on her a reserved half-smile. Swinging the pack over a shoulder, he reached for the basket she carried and then gallantly offered the crook of his arm to guide her through the path to the lake.

As they wound their way through the well-worn path, Leona kept stealing glances at the knapsack that bounced lightly over Qui-Gon�s shoulder. She�d told him she�d take care of the food and even remembered to bring a blanket so she was very intrigued by what it may contain.

�Here we are,� he announced a short time later.

Stepping out of the forest, Leona�s eyes widen in awe. �Ohh...� she gasped, words lost at the magnificent vista she beheld. At her feet lay the beginning of a luxurious grassy knoll. Like a quilted patchwork, vibrant lilac wildflowers rose from the carpet of green in multiple plots where colorful winged butterflies flitted from bloom to bloom in their exuberance dance of life. Alone on the knoll stood one solitary gnarled, old tree with low, split branches held out like arms waiting to welcome whatever beings may sit under its boughs to enjoy the coolness of its shade.

The meadow gradually inclined, gently rolling down to kiss the lake with a bed of fine, gray sand. The lake, a sizeable body of water was a pastel blue at the shoreline that gradually intensified to a rich azure at its deepest point. Surrounding it was more forest. Tall conifer trees lined the shore, standing tall like a column of ancient guardians. Beyond the forest to the south, cragged, violet mountains reared their snow-capped peaks.

There were no words of beauty to describe the spectacular view, or the incredible, exhilarating feel of the Living Force that abound here. From every living thing a sense of right exuded, of peace in their existence. You could feel the serenity of the trees, the exuberance of the butterflies, the zeal of the predator bearing down on its prey... all as it should be.

It was no wonder a man such as Qui-Gon was drawn here. Attuned to the Living Force, this place for him was the equivalent of a spice addict getting their fix. No that wasn�t right, it was nothing so vulgar as that, it was more the body being gifted with the precious blessing of life sustaining water after a long, hot walk through a desert.

Her eyes traveled to the near shoreline, suddenly noticing the item that lay at the water�s edge. A small boat listed on its side, pulled up on the sand, a pair of oars leaning against it. Visions of a romantic glide across the lake filled her mind and she turned toward Qui-Gon, whose features looked pensive, as if awaiting her reaction.

Her face lit with an elated smile and she paused to wonder why he would possibly think she wouldn�t be absolutely delighted.

�Right then,� he quirked a relieved half-smile, �why don�t we set up under the tree.� Steered her to the tree, he placed his burdens down. �We�ll stay on shore for a bit, till the sun�s not directly overhead. It can get quite hot on the lake,� he suggested as she spread out the blanket and began to remove items from the large basket.

A twilight row on the lake, she thought with a dreamy sigh. She would have never guessed the man had such a romantic streak.

The next few hours were spent in idyllic fashion, lying on the blanket over a soft bed of grass. Eating and chatting about anything and everything. Cuddling and smooching. It was a time she would long treasure. Behaving like normal people, not that the Jedi weren�t normal. It was just life in the Order was filled with so many responsibilities and duties, governed by the Council that it was a very pleasant change of pace to not have all that weighing down on one�s shoulders all the time.

Leona lay on the blanket, Qui-Gon beside her, caressing her face with kisses and a small flower he picked. It was becoming increasing difficult to think of anything but the large man that pressed close to her, so when he suddenly jumped up and announced it was time, she was taken by surprise.

�I haven�t done this in far too long!� He stated, clapping his hands together excitedly, his face glowing with anticipation. This caused the woman a small degree of trepidation, wondering if they had the same thing on their minds?

�It will still be quite warm on the lake,� he said removing his long cloak, �but the robe will make relaxing on the boat more comfortable if you sit on it.�

He wasn�t suggesting what she thought he was... was he? Why the scoundrel, she restrained the grin that wanted to erupt. Secretly she loved the idea of adding a little spice to their relationship. Not that he wasn�t... enthusiastic when it came to matters of intimacy, hardly, it was just unusual for him to show such imagination in that respect.

�Just need a couple of items and we�ll be all set,� he told Leona as he rummaged through the oblong bag he�d brought. First he extracted a clear jar which appeared filled with a thick brown substance. Then he pulled out a number of long stick-like objects connected with string that he attached together to make even longer stick-like objects.

It took a moment for her to recognize what they were and because the thought of them had never crossed her mind, she found herself inquiring after them, hoping she was mistaken.

�What are those?� Leona strived to keep her voice casual.

�Fishing poles of course,� Qui-Gon replied only half hearing her. He was in deep concentration of assembling them.

�We�re going to fish? That�s what the boat is for?� It was a struggle to keep the astonishment from her tone.

�I told you of the times Master Montal brought Dex and I here,� Qui-Gon now looked up at her. Perhaps sensing her emotions, his face beginning to take on the impression of a sad little boy. Obviously the man had been looking forward to this, had in fact wanted to share this with her and the expression of disappointment that came to his face touched her. She really didn�t want to spoil what had so far been an extremely lovely time.

�I just didn�t tell you I�ve er.. never been fishing,� she finally responded. It may not have been what she was thinking, but it wasn�t a lie.

Immediately his face lit up again. �Don�t worry,� he replied with good humor. Walking over to her, he enfolded her into his arms, kissing the top of her head. �It�s something anyone can do and as far as I�m concerned something everyone should get the chance to experience. There�s nothing like relaxing on a lake, just you and the fish.�

It certainly didn�t sound too bad. Not exactly what she had in mind, but he sounded so genuinely enthused, she couldn�t bear disappointing him.
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That was how they came to be sitting in the boat in the middle of the lake, talking quietly and just enjoying each other�s company. Qui-Gon had baited both poles, carefully explaining the fine art of casting a line.

�Not quite,� he grinned, the first time she�d tried. �Don�t throw your whole arm out. Just extend it, then flick your wrist like this.�

Determined to get it right, she concentrated on how he demonstrated it. Holding the pole up, she let the line swing behind her, then flung her wrist as hard as she could. The line sailed smoothly overhead, only instead of the single �plop� of the weighted hook hitting the water, there was a double splash.

�You�ve lost your bait, perhaps a little less zeal in the wrist flicking ,� he said genially. �But it�ll give you a chance to practice reeling it in.�

After successfully winding the line back in, he handed her a large, wriggling worm to put on the hook. �Might as well do this too. Just be careful not to hook your fingers.�

The things we do to placate our men, Leona thought as she attempted to thread the squirming worm onto the hook without stapling her finger to it as well. Finally, with courageous effort she speared it, her face contorting into a grimace as a yellow milky substance oozed from it.

�Eww...� she groaned nauseatingly, frantically wiping the goo from her hand onto her tunic.

�Leona,� Qui-Gon smirked, you�re a healer. You�ve had your hands in far worse!�

�Not without the protection of sterile rubber gloves, � she answered, dangling the hook out for his inspection.

�Heh, heh, heh,� the man laughed loud and deep. Leaning over, causing the boat to rock uneasily, he grasped her face and planted another kiss to her forehead. �I�ll make a fisherman out of you yet!�

After a successful cast, Leona straddled the lone plank that acted as a bench in the boat and reclined against the large Jedi Master�s chest. Taking his cue, Qui-Gon wrapped his arms around the petite woman, resting his chin on her head and she snuggled back further in his embrace.

The languishing sun still shone brightly on the pair, though the heat of it was offset by the light breeze that had kicked up. Laying back relaxing, Leona absorbed all the sounds that surrounded her, enveloping her in the serenity that was the Living Force. The gentle wind played through the trees, inducing the leaves to quaver and flail, beating out a   calming symphony. The occasional splash of a waterfowl landing in the lake, its lonely, honking cry made to entice a mate. The low, droning buzz of a translucent-winged dragonfly as it skated over the water, hovering above the thin, almost invisible line that ran out from her fishing pole.

�Qui?� She suddenly came back to the present. �My bobber thing is gone.�

�What?� came the distracted murmur. He had also taken the opportunity to release himself into the Force, allowing the flowing harmony of nature to invigorate and revitalize him. �You�ve got a bite,� he said, following her gaze. One corner of his lips drawn lightly down, a slight spark of discontent erupting after observing his own bobber still floating free and unnoticed.

�I do?!?� Leona exclaimed excitedly, jumping to her feet and grabbing her pole.   The boat immediately lurched and had Qui-Gon not reached out and grabbed Leona�s tunics, she would have tumbled into the water.

�Sit down,� he chortled, any displeasure at not being the first to get a bite vanishing with her increasing fervor.

�It must be huge!� She proclaimed, struggling with winding the taut line in, watching it skittered through the water, zigging one way then zagging another.

�Pull the rod up first,� Qui-Gon reached around her, helping to draw the pole back, making it easier to reel it in. Slowly she drew the fish in closer, occasionally it swam to the surface, splashing wildly before diving back down in an attempt to escape.

Carefully, Qui-Gon moved to the other end of the boat, retrieving a large net.

�Bring it in as close as you can and I�ll snare it,� he said, squatting by her side. As Leona continued to work the reel, pulling the rod, then spinning the line, he hung his head over the side, looking into the churning water below.

�It�s a good size fish,� he announced, catching fleeting glimpses of the struggling creature as its multi-colored scales reflected the sunlight.

In her excitement, beaming at Qui-Gon�s pronouncement, Leona cautiously rose to her feet as he crept beneath her line.   Extending his arm, attempting to ready the net to scoop up the fish, Qui-Gon braced himself on the rim of the boat and the inevitable happened. Due to his considerable weight, the boat promptly tilted, pitching the much smaller woman over the side, pole and all.

Qui-Gon looked on in dismay as it took a prolonged moment for Leona�s head to surface and dread filled him as she gasped for breath then went under again. In an instant he dove in, searching for the drowning woman. There a number of meters below he saw her twisted upside down, her arms flailing wildly beneath her. Hastily swimming to her side, he grabbed her around the waist and began to tow her up.

She�s panicking, he though with increasing alarm as she pushed off him, angling even further into the water�s depths. Feeling the seconds quickly ticking away, he propelled himself through the water after her. Straining, he snagged her tunic and with the knowledge that they had to get to the surface fast, he paddled one-armed to the streaming light overhead. Through the Force, he sent calming waves to Leona, puzzled that she still grappled in opposition to his efforts, tugging and thrashing madly.

Finally, he felt her resistance lessen and she commenced to push herself in the direction of the oblong shadow that floated above.

Simultaneously, two heads broke the water�s surface beside the boat.

�Wha.. what were you... doing?� Leona asked, panting heavily.

Qui-Gon could only stare at her mutely, his heart pounding rapidly in his chest, his breaths in staggered rasps. The gravity of the situation and its all too real possibly horrific outcome had frozen his vocal cords. Visions of his many failed and tragic past relationships had flashed before him when he observed Leona sink beneath the water. he�d at times felt the Force was particularly hard on him. Like a jealous and vindictive wife that made sure to eliminate all competition of his attentions. Because of that, for a solitary nano-second he had feared... yes feared, that it would be Leona�s fate to succumb to a watery grave.

Reaching for the bow of the boat, he leaned his forehead against the rough planks. He expelled the pent up anxiety that had tried to claim him before allowing himself to speak. After finding his calm center, he turned to Leona who now expertly treaded the water.   Surprised by the look of irritation on her face he answered pointedly. �I was saving your life from drowning.�

�Drowning?� he eyes widened with dawning comprehension and her features relaxed significantly. �I can swim perfectly well,� she informed him kindly, gaining a sense of what he may have gone through.

�Then why was it you struggled and continued to go further under?� Qui-Gon was now completely baffled.

�Because I didn�t want to lose this,� she replied with a silly grin, hoisting from the water the fishing pole that in spite of everything still held the captured fish.

�You what?!?� He stammered incomprehensibly as the two floundered beside the boat.

�I�m sorry Qui,� she hastily apologized, surprised by the almost extreme reaction. �And I�m very grateful for your efforts.�

She was grateful and would be lying if she said his apparent concern didn�t warm her heart. Qui-Gon was not a demonstrative type of man, most time he kept his feelings closely guarded.... it was the Jedi way.

�Yes, well perhaps we should get to land and dry off,� the stoic Jedi mask once again firmly in place. With a small Force assist, both party�s scrambled into the boat and Qui-Gon silently rowed them ashore, his mind deep in thought.

Though the sun shone warmly, there were still a number of hours of daylight left, Leona began to shiver, her wet clothes heavy and clinging uncomfortably. Once on dry land, she dipped into the Force, confirming they were still quite alone. The only Force signatures, other than the two of them, being the numerous non-sentient life forms that inhabited the forest and lake. A feather-light touch in Qui�s direction only triggered him to erect impenetrable mental shields and he turned in her direction with an unreadable expression.

Exasperated at his behavior, she shrugged, walking toward a large thicket of shrubbery. She�d felt mild irritation and confusion when reaching for the man�s mind and could only imagine it was directed at her. It wasn�t like it was her fault for falling in the water, quite the contrary in fact... if any blame was to be laid it was he that caused the boat to list, tossing her in.

Thinking this, she began to peel of her soaked clothes that seemed to adhere to her as if set in plasti-bond. Tugging and yanking, she finally managed to extract herself from her tunic. Wringing out the excess water, she shook out the wrinkles and placed it on the bushes to dry in the sun. Boots, socks and sash came next, Leona doubted the leather boots would sufficiently dry, though was thankful the lake was fresh water and not the sodium enriched solution of sea water that would reek a fair amount of damage to the animal hide footwear. Sidling out of her trousers, she rested them next to her tunic, standing now only in her under clothes. The breeze though warm, brushed against her damp skin, causing her to tremble and break out in goose flesh.

A moment before he spoke, Leona sensed Qui-Gon�s presence nearing.

�Nice view,� he smirked, wrapping her cloak over her shoulders and twisting her around to face him. Instead of the standard issue undergarments, Leona wore a white, lace bra and matching panties. The fact they were wet and nearly transparent hid very little.

�Ohh, you�re wet,� she squealed as he pulled her close against him.

�You�re suggesting I remove my clothes too?� He inquired, a hand snaking beneath her robe, caressing her buttocks.

�At least to allow your clothes to dry,� she squirmed from his soggy embrace, giving him a shrewd glance.

The man was incredibly vexing. One moment he was as aloof and distant as a Tusken Raider and the next he came on with all the diplomacy of a Falleen deep in the throes of his own pheromones.   This thought swept her mind with an uneasy wave. Was that all their relationship was about?

�And what have you in mind while the clothes dry?� A large warm hand reached out, a finger inching under the bra strap and slowly worming its way down her chest. Lightly tracing the swell of her breast then deliciously circling over a nipple that grew erect under its manipulations.

�Mmmm, you�re awfully confident Master Jinn,� she breathed huskily, rising on her tiptoes and brushing her mouth over his. No fair, her mind called out. Why was it so easy for him to turned her into a mass of quivering, lust-maddening flesh? Well, two can play that game, she thought cheekily.

Her own hand slid down his chest, finally resting on the front of his pants. �How bad do you want me?� She gave the already hard muscle that strained against his trousers a firm squeeze and he groaned in response.

�I�m too old for games,� he replied, now fondling her heavy breasts with increased desire. Bending low he kissed her neck, nipping gently.

�Old?� Leona wriggled away from him, giving him a rebuking look of astonishment, her face then settling into an expression of sad surrender. �Perhaps you�re right. Maybe you�re not up to a challenge.�

Leona watched his expression closely, knowing he expected her to dispute his statement. As hoped, she saw a glimmer interest spark in his eyes at her dare.

�A challenge?� He queried.

�Just a small one,� she pressed her body against his, taking his hands and placing each on a firm cheek of her butt. �All you have to do is catch me,� she intoned seductively, yearning punctuating each syllable, �and all you desire is yours.�

Lust flared in him, but before he could stop her, she extricated herself and bounded back to the lake.

He watched her with annoyance. Yes, he wanted her... wanted her badly in fact. Even that had surprised him.   After the incident on the boat, he�d been quite confused by his emotions. Jedi were not suppose to have emotions... there was no emotion, only peace. Yet, the thought of her drowning had sparked a great deal of emotion in him. Ones that had quickly transformed into lust when he saw her removing her clothes. Lust he could deal with, lust was simply a psychological response of physical need. It held no sway over him as emotions did. Once the need was satisfied the desire disappeared. It was no threat to his commitment of the Jedi... something he was concerned his growing feelings for the healer might be.

She waded into knee deep water, suddenly stopping. With her back to him, she reached behind her, unclasping the bra. Then tugged at the lace panties, making a show of leisurely pulling them down, and stepping out of them. Without a glance back to see if he was following, she tossed them into the shore and slowly made her way into deeper water.

Damn, he growled at the sight of her bare, shapely body, not even realizing he was already hurriedly pulling his own clothes off. As he tugged at his socks, the last of his apparel, she reached waist deep water.   She dove into the water and he visually scanned the area for her to surface.

Hmmm, quite the good swimmer, he thought when she finally came up for air, a good deal away from where she went under.

�Come on in, the water�s fine,� she laughed haughtily, then once again submerged. He already knew she was swimming in the opposite direction from her previous position, a tactic meant to confound him. No problem, he thought, leaving a rumpled pile of clothes behind, she never specified the rules of the game. His long legs plowed through the water in long strides, There was no mention of use of the Force being disallowed. A small matter to follow her.

Closing his eyes, he reached for the Force and easily located her signature. Inhaling a big breath, he dove beneath the water and set out after her. With long, powerful strokes, he followed his senses, gliding through the water like a large, hungry Ithorian Razor Shark. The petite woman was an agile swimmer, but it was no contest against the much larger man. Within seconds, he saw her in the gloomy depths. Perhaps feeling him close in, her began to swim frantically, her feet paddling wildly.

The thrill of the chase filled him and thoughts of the sweet prize he�d attain roused him once again, his rapidly growing erection bobbing in the chill water. In a last ditch effort to elude him, she began to swim to the surface, her frog-legged strokes treating him to a fleeting glimpse of her furred crevice. Trailing her only a meter behind, he drove harder. Just as she arrive at the water�s surface, he reached an extended hand and snagged a madly waggling foot. After a moment to allocate her a breath, he towed her under with a mighty tug and she was pulled down as he rose. Sliding alongside him, her body, heated by exertion was a delicious contrast to the cool water. Wrapping his arms around her, they rose and broke the water�s surface together.

He barely gave her a chance to breath before inserting his tongue in her mouth in a deep kiss. Reciprocating his desire, she rubbed her silky skin against his erection teasingly.

�I dare say I was up to the challenge,� he spoke self-assuredly, his hands covering her in caresses. �Are you up to abiding by your loss?� His eyes blazed with lust and yet he gave her a final option to say no.

�I never renege on my words,� she purred, raising her legs around his waist. His cock positioned at her entrance, she bucked her hips and the thick, throbbing head slid into her.

�Arrghh,� he moaned in pleasure. That was it, that was his last shred of control washed away by burning desire. �I want you this much,� he whispered in her ear. Grabbing her derri�re, he pulled her to him, slowly slipping deep inside her. He nearly cried out as the walls of her tight sweetness wrapped him in a vise. Inside, she felt on fire as he made love to her with desperate longing.

�Qui,� she whimpered, as he held her by the ass, pushing her off then drawing her forward onto him. Water splashed between them each time he plunged inside her and it was beginning to drive him mad. Every time he thrust inside her, they were dunked into the water, concentration to stay afloat lost.

�Hold onto me,� he growled and she clung to his neck as he began to backstroke back to shore. His feet finally finding the bottom, he walked through the water with her adhering to him like a wanton water nymph. Leona moaned in frustration, his hard cock still jiggling inside her with each stride. Finally coming to the shallows, he bent to his knees, laying her on the sand, never allowing himself to slip from her warmth. Holding himself over her, he plunged into her, over and over. With her body now supported by the soft, resisting sand, his strokes were now satisfyingly complete as he sank into the hot flesh.

As her cries of pleasure echoed over the lake he rocked his hips, thrusting into her with wild abandon.

�My sweet Leona... I... I..� even through the blinding haze of lust, she could sense him holding something back and she pulled him down, silencing him with a kiss. It didn�t matter if he couldn�t say the words and the last thing she wanted was to hear them in the throes of passion. As much as she wanted to hear them, she couldn�t deceive herself. She knew those words could not always be trusted at that point.

Instead, she released herself to the moment, thriving on the sensations of physical pleasure as her lover brought her to the edge of ecstasy.

�Qui-Gon!� She cried out, her eyes snapping open as a powerful shudder encased her.

�Yes my love, that�s it, come for me,� he moaned, pumping even harder into her slickness.

�Oh... oh.. don�t stop... please don�t...� her shrieks altering into a stuttered wail, her nails digging into his shoulders.

�Mmm, mmm, gods....� he moaned, feeling her muscles contract around him, his face contorting in exquisite rapture and he orgasmed, spurting his seed deep inside her, his body convulsing violently. He pulled out of her, his deflating shaft now hyper-sensitive. Rolling over on his back, he let the water wash over him, cooling him in its waves.

�That was... er, interesting...� he chuckled with uncontrolled delight, turning on his side to plant a kiss on her cheek.

�Mmm..� she responded in kind, her hand gently stroking his face.

�Though I think,� he said with a crooked grin, �it�s my turn to come up with a challenge next.�