Title: Frustration's Solution
By: Banaoire
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Yada, yada, GKL, yada, yada, don't sue.
Summery: A lady of a noble court (you) has fallen hard for the General.

Note: Contains graphic scene of female masturbation.

Another note: Please forgive this completely mindless PWP/ABH. Something in me needed to write it...could it be frustration?

You hear the sounds of the reception become fainter as you walk quickly away from the ballroom. A quick turn down an adjoining hallway and you press your back against the cool marble surface of the wall.

"What the hell?!" You hiss to yourself. You can feel your heart pounding at your ribcage, and you gulp each breath, trying to feed your lungs.

How was it possible? How could you have been so stupid as to fall for a Jedi? A Jedi General, no less. Insane! Foolish!

You had been with the Queen the day he had arrived on your world; attending her was your privilege and honor. The General had bowed gracefully to her, and she had nodded her silver-white head in his direction. You remember that much.

But after that? It was all a blur. He had stood up, and you had seen his teal eyes sparkling with mystery. The cut of his uniform showed the strength in his body, and the lightsaber at his hip provided the impression of power. You know your mouth had dropped open with a little "oh" as your dazed mind took in all these images, and it was not until the queen had begun to leave the audience chamber that you had been able to breathe again.

Now, a week later, it was worse. He was always there! Wherever the Queen was...wherever you were...he was there. With his rich accent, and his rakish grin, and his impeccable manners. You doubted he had even noticed you as he worked with your monarch to devise a defense of your system. But, oh, you noticed everything about him.

You knew you wanted him--no needed him! It was impossible to remain in the same room with him without becoming flushed and overwrought. Most unseemly for a lady of your birth.

And so you had left the reception--against protocol, against tradition, against everything you had been bred for. You had left to preserve what little composure you had left.

You wipe your shaking had across your eyes and pull yourself away from the palace wall. Nearly stumbling around the velvet train of your dress, you turn toward your rooms, and with less hurried steps you make your way to your refuge.

By the time you reach your rooms, you can breathe again, and your heart has resumed its normal rhythm. You cross the threshold and close the heavy wooden door behind you.

The evening is warm, and the servants have left the windows open. The garden whispers to you beyond the gauzy drapes at the high windows and you walk to the nearest one to lean out, breathing deeply of the night blooming flowers.

It is a mistake. The musky overtone of the exotic blooms makes your fingers tingle, and you feel a sudden quickening in your belly.

"No." You moan. "Gods, no."

You tear yourself away from the window with an old curse on your lips and stride toward your bedroom. As you walk across the plush carpet, you begin to pull at the sleeves of your dress. Before you're even in your chamber, you have the dress pulled off your shoulders and are struggling to unlace the front. The need is crushing you. You walk through your rooms, but you see nothing but his face...his hands...his mouth....

You snarl with frustration. It has been too long. That must be it. Too long since you have been with a man. A woman of your station doesn't exactly get to troll the bars for a quickie.

Heading for your bath, you quickly unlace the dress and pull it away from your chest, over your back and push it to the floor. It hits the carpet and pools there like a burgundy puddle. You step out of it and begin pulling at the stays of your corset. Your fingers become frantic. You can't get out of the binding clothing quickly enough.

Soon, but not soon enough, you have the corset off, and your hands rip at the tie of your petticoat. That now falls to the floor as well. You feel the evening breeze flutter over your skin and you shiver a little--your flesh that hypersensitive because of your need. You take two more steps toward the bathroom and the bathtub you hope will give you peace, when you see your reflection in the full length mirror in the corner.

Your face is flushed, and you watch your chest rise and fall quickly with your erratic breathing. Your nipples are dark and pebbled, and you can just see the stain of moisture on the front of your panties. You freeze--shocked by your appearance-- and try to swallow.

Is this what you've become? A shaking mass of hormones? Just because of one man? One indescribably delectable man, who also happens to be a Jedi.

Your hand moves as if by itself to cover one breast. You feel the nipple harden even more, responding to the stimulation, and you groan. Your eyes flutter shut, and you use your fingers to pull at the nipple. A quick flash of pleasure races through your groin.

With a moan, your spin and reach out with one hand. Finding the edge of your bed, you rest your weight against it and let your fingers graze over the first nipple and then cross to the other. Slowly you tease your own breasts until you feel the tremble in your legs.

You slowly sink down to your knees, still leaning against the bed. The sounds of the garden are now completely forgotten as your moans take on a more plaintive sound, and your hand travels over your abdomen.

His eyes...his chin...the way he walks...

Your hand slips inside your panties and you cup yourself for a moment. You're wet, and hot...and you need release. It hurts, you need it so badly.

You let your fingers slip into the folds and begin to move. At first you only move your hand, up and down, circling and then dipping into your opening. But, as the need continues to build, your hips begin to snap back and forth. Climbing, but not coming close to the release you need.

Frantic doesn't even begin to describe it.

His nose...his lips...his tongue...

Your cries echo in your room, and you rest your damp forehead against the edge of the mattress. Your hips continue to roll back and forth, the pads of your fingers almost doing what you need them to do.

But, still...you can't reach it. You growl with frustration, and then almost sob. Your body slows, and it aches.

"Let go..."

You hear a voice. HIS VOICE!

You freeze, and can hear nothing but the blood rushing in your ears. Perhaps you had imagined it....

But, then you hear the soft click of your garden doors, and you look up with a gasp to see Obi-Wan Kenobi closing the doors behind him. He turns around to face you, and you notice his chest is heaving almost as quickly as your own.

Your mouth has gone completely dry, and you think your eyes are going to pop out of your head.

"Wha...?" You rasp out, before the reality of the situation crashes down on you. You begin to tremble.

"I saw you leave." He tells you. "And I sensed your pain."

Placing one foot in front of the other, he begins to walk toward you. You know that he can see your nakedness, your hand between your legs...and yet you cannot move. You just continue to stare at him as he slowly crosses your bedroom.

"I regret that I have caused such a beautiful woman such torment." He purrs. You gasp at his audacity. But then you remember that he's just walked into your private rooms while you were in the middle of pleasuring yourself...how much more audacious could he get?

"Is there anything I might do to help you?" He's now next to you, and you have to crane your neck to see his face.

"Help?" You finally rasp out. And finally, the sound of your own voice breaks the spell. You remove you hand from your panties, and begin to pull the cover off the top of the bed to cover your nakedness. You turn your back on him and lurch to your feet.

The tension in the swollen nub between your legs betrays you, and you groan. Instantly, his arms are around your waist, holding you securely, and his lips are pressed to the back of your neck.

You gasp. This can't be happening! You don't even know him...not really. So what if you've been dreaming about his face between your legs every night for a week; so what if the mere sight of his hips as he walks across the room makes you wet; so what if the sound of his voice makes you bite your tongue to prevent a moan from escaping your lips. He's touching you now, and he doesn't even know you.

"Oh, but I do." He breathes against the short hairs on the back of your neck. "I've felt your eyes on me, and have watched you in turn when you were unaware." His mouth grazes down to one shoulder. "I've heard you laugh and it made my knees weak." He sucks gently at the top of your shoulder and you cannot contain the whimper.

"When I saw you in that gown tonight, at the reception, all I could think of was how much I wanted to help you out of it." His tongue swirls against the side of your neck as your head lolls back toward his body. His hands begin to move, obviously encouraged by your reaction. Soon, he's cupping each breast with a warm hand, and pulling the already erect nipples into painful arousal.

"Would you like to know what I've been dreaming about?" He asks. His head suddenly moves behind you and now he's nibbling on your other shoulder. You feel your knees begin to tremble. "I see you, like this, moving with my body, on my body, under my body....do you understand?" His short goatee brushes along your shoulder blade as he gives open mouthed kisses to your shoulder. Then his head is resting on the top of your shoulder, and he whispers in your ear: "I need you."

You shiver in his arms. It's not a tremble or a quiver; but a shiver of such magnitude that he braces himself and holds you against him so you will not fall.

"Will you let me..." He begins to ask. "Please!" You plead.

You are answered with a growl of pleasure and his hands pull simultaneously on your nipples. You respond with another whimper.

Holding you in his arms, he turns you away from the bed, and then his hands graze over your abdomen and to your panties. He pulls the fabric over your hips and they flutter to the ground once they pass the fullness of your thighs. Then, with teasing lassitude, his hands ease over the tops of your thighs, until he begins to caress the smooth flesh on the insides.

He feels how damp you already are there and he makes a sound--almost approving, and yet somehow shocked.

His left hand skates over the top of your mound and cups you. You moan and grind yourself into his touch. The pressure is delicious, and you strain toward more. But, then he removes his hand and you are suddenly lost. What is he playing at? The frustration is pounding in every nerve.

"Shhhh. Easy. I know what you want." He whispers.

"Need." You gasp, as his left hand grasps you around the waist, and his right hand leaves your thigh. Finally, with the fingers of his right hand, he slips into your folds. You cry out, and he holds you fast as your instinct to lurch forward nearly topples you both over.

He begins to stroke you, finding your clitoris immediately, but not teasing it yet. He runs his fingers through your folds, and onto the curls, and then plunges into your opening. Your breath is now short and fast, and you can feel the coil tightening at last.

"I can't believe..." You sigh, still almost certain that you are having a very powerful dream.

"Open your eyes." He suggests. It's difficult, the lids are so heavy, but you manage to open them a slit and you gasp at what you see.

In your daze you hadn't realized which direction he had turned you when he spun you away from the bed. Now, your eyes pop open with shock and lust.

You are facing the mirror. You can see his black clad body wrapped around you, his arms holding you and fondling you. It more erotic than anything you have ever experienced.

"Gods!" You breathe. He chuckles and then suckles at your neck. You arch against him and grind your body into his hand. He plunges two fingers in all the way and twists, finding that bundle of nerves that finally allows the wave to consume you.

"Yes!" You shout. He retreats and then drives his fingers back in and you scream. Your legs begin to give out, and he sit down against the mattress, pulling your legs apart with his legs. You sit on his lap and move against the hard rod you can feel against your rear.

"Oh...oh...oh..." It's close now and you roll your hips against his hand. He's taking you higher than you have ever been, and you wonder how you will remain conscious when you're done.

"Look." He rasps out between clenched teeth. "Look at how beautiful you are."

Almost afraid to, you open your eyes a mere slit, and see his teal eyes blazing in the dimness of the room. He's staring at the mirror...at you...at his hand...

His hand slicks up to your clit one more time and finally the climax breaks through. You shout his name and press yourself against him, spasming in his arms. Infinite pleasure floods your body, and you roll your hips against his hand and over his erection, over and over again, riding out the wave.

"Yes." He breathes into your ear, and then he's turning you in his arms to kiss you. His lips are demanding and hungry, and you feel dizzy; but you meet his need and wrap your arms around his neck.

His kiss deepens until you're certain you'll never breathe again. His hands are clenching and unclenching on your hip and shoulder and you squirm against his clothed shaft. His grunt sounds as if he's in pain.

You break the kiss and lick his lips. "Is there anything I can do to help?" You ask, echoing his offer of a few minutes before.

"Most definitely." He answers, and then leans in to kiss you again.

His lips controlled you, swept you along, and made you hunger for more. His hands had already brought you more pleasure than you had felt for a very long time, and if his kisses were any indication, there was much more to come.

You turn in his lap a little and run your hands up the side of his neck and into his hair. The shoulder length red-gold hair is heavy in your hand, and you hum as your fingers slip through it.

You feel some strength return to your legs and you lean against him, pushing him to the surface of the mattress. He obliges by leaning back and pulling you along. You turn more, and finally straddle him around the waist and then rise up above him.

You each seek out the other's hands and fingers intertwine, clasping tightly. His fingers are slick from your sex and his own perspiration. You feel the hard rod of his sex under your rear and you grind against it every so slowly. His eyes flutter shut and he groans.

"Am I helping?" You can't help but tease a little. The boldness of this man completely overwhelmed you; and now you need to regain some of your normal self-confidence.

"Not really." He gasps.

You release his hands and begin to unbutton his black uniform shirt. The metal buttons are cool to the touch, and you find yourself memorizing the feel of their embossing as you slip each one through the buttonhole.

In moments, you have the shirt unbuttoned to his waist--and your crotch. You slip your hands under the smooth fabric and lean into a long caress of his chest. He's smoother than you had imagined, but hard under the sleek skin. You fan your hands out over his nipples and you brush each finger in succession over the bumps until they're as hard as your own.

A low sigh escapes your throat and you bring your hands back to the center of his chest. You place your hands on his sternum, and then repeat the fanning of your fingers over his ribcage. Holding on to him, you lean over and place a wet kiss on the hollow of his throat. His hands move up your arms and then weave into your hair. He pulls your face over his and kisses you.

"Obi-Wan..." You sigh as he breaks the kiss and opens his eyes.

He growls your name, and then surprises you by flipping you onto your back. You yelp as you feel yourself bounce on the mattress. He releases the hold on your head and then rises to his knees. His hands jerk the tails of his shirt out of his pants and he quickly shucks the fabric off his arms.

You lick your lips, looking up at his naked chest. The muscles over his shoulders are powerful, and his biceps flex and unflex with his movements. You've seen swordmaster's bodies before, and recognize the particular development of certain muscle groups. For a moment, you imagine his weapon in his hand, and the power with which he must wield it. You swallow hard, and a slow grin grows on your face.

He seems encouraged by your expression, and his hands immediately turns to the waistband of his pants. A flick of his wrist loosens his belt, and he tosses it over the side of the bed. The lightsaber hits the floor with a dull thunk. With two quick movements, he's unfastened the button of his waistband and then he slides the zipper down slowly. Your mouth is suddenly dry again, and you realize you've got that "oh" expression on your face again.

He tilts his hips slightly as he begins to ease the material over his rear and down his thighs. His eyes have left yours, and are now roaming over the rest of your body. You feel the irresistible urge to move in response to his gaze, and your hips shift restlessly as his fingers finally pull the fabric to his knees.

The only thing between you and what you really want to see now, is his briefs. Before he has a chance to wrap his fingers around the elastic, you sit up and slide your hands inside, wrapping around his rear, and then pulling them down with your wrists. His head falls back for a moment and you think you hear a gratified noise in the back of his throat.

The fabric strains, and then finally slips over the top of his member, freeing it. You watch as it twitches before your face as you slide his briefs to his knees. You can smell him now. Strong, and musky. There is no doubt in your mind that he has been aroused for some time. The smell of his sex is intoxicating, and you lean in to take a deeper breath.

Your breasts brush against his thighs and he jumps as if you've startled him. You look up to find him staring at you most intently. It's then you know what he wants. You lick your lips to moisten them, and kiss the tip of his organ. Obi-Wan bites his lip and you see his hands clench at his sides.

You look at his sex, and plan your attack. Does he want it slow and teasing? Or fast and full on? You decide to start slow, and see what he does. You slip your lips over the purplish head and suck. His groans make fresh desire seep out of you, but you continue. You slip your lips down his shaft further and further, taking a moment now and then to suck him gently. You feel him fill your mouth, and there's still more to be swallowed. You swallow to relax the back of your throat, and push yourself on him until you swallow him completely. His hoarse shout bursts from his mouth and the muscles of his rear quiver. Your mouth begins to slide back up his length, but this time you use your tongue to give him extra sensations.

"Oh, oh, oh, yeah...." little noises and words spill from his lips as he goes completely inside himself to enjoy your attentions.

You reach the tip again, and suck harder, then slip down him again. His hips buck toward you, and he finally brings his hands to cup your head. He's holding you, almost pulling you away, but you can sense he doesn't want this to end.

You nuzzle your nose into his brown curls, and then suck hard as you pull back up. His hands spasm in your hair, and you go back down on him. Your hands now itch to touch him, and you wrap one around the curve of his ass, as you begin to run your fingertips over his sack. The skin there is contracting, much as the aureola has around your nipples.

He jerks his hips as you pull back up his length and you realize he wants it faster. You begin to bob up and down his length as quickly as you dare, knowing that you haven't had much experience at this, and you don't want to hurt him. You hear his breath ragged above you and his fingers are now tightly holding onto your hair instead of your scalp.

"Ahh. Stop." He grates out. You worry that you have indeed hurt him, and you let his length slip out of your mouth. The hand that had been fondling his balls, slips around his length and holds it gently.

"Did I hurt you?" You whisper, almost afraid of the answer.

"No. I just... I want..." He opens his eyes with difficulty, and you watch as he takes a moment to focus on your face. Suddenly, his expression changes and he slips off the end of the bed. You rise to your knees, shocked that he's moved away.

"Obi-Wan?" Your voice sounds too pathetic in your ears. He leans down, and you're sure he's going to pull up his pants.

Instead, he pushes off his boots with practiced ease, and steps out of his pants. Then he straightens, and reaches one hand out for you.

You grasp it and move across the bed to join him. His lips are suddenly consuming yours with bruising ferociousness. His hands knead at your shoulders then grasp your arms. He pulls you toward him again, and then his arms grasp you around the waist. He picks you up and spins you off the bed. You grasp at his shoulders and his back, unsure of where this may lead; but the tempo--the passion is sweeping you along.

He begins to sink to the floor, dragging you down with him. His tongue sweeps through your teeth, deftly probing your mouth. You groan at the feel of his rough wet muscle in your mouth and attempt to respond in kind. He sucks on your tongue and you feel your knees give out completely.

Obi-Wan's hands are everywhere. In your hair, over your arms, cupping your breasts and at last curling around your rear and tracing your slit. You arch your back and his fingers find your opening.

"Ah." He sighs as he plunges two fingers into you from behind. The pressure is exquisite and you arch your back even more to give him better access. "You're more than ready for me, aren't you?" He breathes against the side of your neck.

"More. Than. Ready." You growl, and then tug on his earlobe with the tips of your teeth.

Suddenly, his arms are pushing you to the floor. He guides you down and makes sure you don't hit your head on the plush carpet, then his hands part your legs. You open them wide and arch your back as the breeze blows through the curtains and teases at your wet opening. He grasps one of your legs and curls it around his hip, while his other hand strokes himself for a moment. Then he leans over you and begins to fill you. Your back leaves the carpet again, and you begin to pant as the wave of delicious pressure begins to overtake you.

"Ah, fuck, yes, yes!" He shouts. All pretense of the gentile knight are banished as he allows his most basic instincts to take over. Obi-Wan smacks his hips against yours at last and you both shout with pleasure.

He opens his eyes just a little and licks his lips as he uses a few short thrusts to test his control, then he backs out to the tip and plunges in again. You tilt your hips and feel a quick jolt from your toes to your breasts. He notices your quick gasp, and he begins to slowly pound into you--taking care to maintain the angle.

"Harder, harder." You moan. He obliges you by pounding you into the soft carpet.

Sooner than you can believe, the trembling in your legs begins again and you're shouting his name as you come hard around him. He continues the steady rhythm, drawing out an orgasm as you have never experienced one before.

You take a deep breath and look up. He's looking down at you, licking his lips over and over again. You shudder, and realize with surprise, that he's still very long and very hard inside you.

You moan a little as his member slips out and he caresses your folds with it before delving inside you again.

"Ah, gods, so good. So hot and tight." His voice is rough--nothing like the cultured tones you've come to love.

Your eyes meet again, and you see his mouth quirk in a little naughty smile. You can tell he's devised a plan, and you shiver at the feral look that has now consumed his face.

All at once, he pulls out and you whine. But his hands are on you and he's pulling your arms until you're sitting up. But he doesn't stop. He pulls you until you get to your knees and then he backs up a meter or so. Then he stands, and steps aside. You watch him walk around you like a cat. His eyes are brilliantly green, and you can feel his gaze caress all your erogenous zones. You follow him with your eyes until he's behind you. Then he stops and you slowly turn to your front, having a pretty good idea of what he wants now.

You feel one of his feet caress the back of your calves and then he wedges his foot between your legs, suggesting that you part your thighs for him. You feel a dizzy excitement overtake you, as you spread your legs and begin to lean over to plant your hands on the floor.

It's then that you realize that once again, he's positioned you so that you're in front of the mirror. You look up at his reflection, at the way he's looking back at you and your heart stops.

He leans over and places his hands on your waist and then he begins to kneel. His knees force your legs apart a bit more, and then you feel his shaft, hot against your opening. Your eyes flutter closed and you arch your back to give yourself over to him. "No, don't close your eyes. Watch..." He breathes. You feel his member teasing at your opening, but not enter you. Then you take a deep breath and open your eyes.

It's as if you're watching a holovid. You cannot believe that the woman is you. Your hair has fallen out of it's stays, and your face is flushed with perspiration. You notice the way your body is moving, writhing almost with his caresses. You sigh and back your hips toward him.

His hands flow around your hips and he begins to enter you. You keep your eyes open with sheer strength of will, and know you will remember the image of his body joining with yours for the rest of your days.

You see it in his eyes. He's very close, and he's just as turned on by what he sees as you are. You lower you head a little further to the ground and push back on him. He grunts and then begin to thrust. Slowly at first, but soon he's clinging to your hips with a death grip and pounding into your willing body.

Its bliss. Erotic, hot, almost painful--but bliss nonetheless. You hear the sounds of your bodies as they smack against each other, the smell of your juices intermingling, the sight of him behind you--taking you with unrestrained power.

You see one of his hands suddenly loosen on your hip and his eyes loose focus. The hand slips around your leg and begins to tease at your clit. You jerk at the unexpected stimulation, and his cock hits deeper than ever.

That's the beginning of the end. He shouts your name like a curse and a blessing, and begins to piston into you so hard you have to brace your hands out in front of you to keep on your knees.

His balls swing and strike your folds as his finger finds your clit once again. This time there is no warning; your legs do not tremble, you don't get that jolt of electricity before the feeling washes over you. You just start to scream as the climax crashes down on you, nearly leaving you unconscious with its power.

He's shouting too, you realize at last, and you can feel his shaft striking your cervix as his trusts pound into you the last few times. And then he's bending over you, curling his arms around you and you both tumble to your sides on the floor.

You lay there for uncounted minutes, struggling to catch your breath. He's spooned tightly to your back, holding you and twitching every now and then with aftershocks. Finally, he pulls his hips away from your rear, and lets his member slip out. You sigh with regret, and turn around to face him.

His hands are tender now. They seem to be trembling as he reaches up to brush some hair out of your face. "Exquisite." He purrs.

You blush from his compliment, and want to respond in kind. But, as you lay in his arms, looking at his eyes, you realized there isn't a single word you can think of that comes close to describing what you see.

So instead, you lean toward him and kiss him deeply. Then you sigh and rest your head against his arm again and say, "Thank you."

And not just for the compliment.

End