Title:Nighttime Conversations-Part 1
Author:Sara
Rating:R
Category:Humor/Sex
Timeline:Inter-Trilogy
Archive: anyone who wants it
Disclaimer: Not mine. I don't own the General. Lucas does. 'Nough said.
Notes: This is my answer to a really horrible, stressful, anxiety ridden week of work. Hey, it's better to express myself in writing than go get violent on the world. :) Enjoy!

"Feeling a little hot and bothered Obi-Wan? Are my words doing that to you? Do you want to hear more?"

You make your voice as silky as possible, your mind still lost in the image of him stroking himself as you whisper in his ear.

You get a low groan in response.

You laugh softly as you continue.

"Are you stroking yourself? I can see you, lying on your couch, thrusting your desire into the air, your hands stroking yourself in time with my words, imagining it's me there with you," you breathe, hearing him moan as you catch your breath and go on.

"Are you imagining me there with you? Imagining it's my hands, my mouth, my body arching against and into you. My soft moans and cries in your ear as I feel your hands on my breasts, your lips and fingers on my skin," you manage, your voice hoarse now with desire.

"Gods, what are you doing to me?"

His reply only serves to increase your desire, and your determination to see this through until you have him begging for you.

"Do you want me Obi-Wan? Do you want to hear me to scream your name as I fly over the edge? As I feel the ecstasy of having you inside me, so deep I can't do anything but scream your name in release?"

Your final words emerge on a moan as you let your fingers gently brush across your breasts, as aroused by speaking the words as you can tell he is by hearing them.

You sense his control slipping away as his mind opens more and more to you, laden with a sharp, hungry desire.

You hear him moan your name, sensing he's close.

Forcing your body to calm, with enormous effort, you change your tone back to its original friendly one as you reply.

"What's wrong? Can't take the heat? Wait a minute, does that mean I'm actually turning you on with my voice? Isn't that phone sex? Something I'm not supposed to be any good at?" you finish sweetly, knowing you're pushing but unable to stop.

His reply when it comes stops your breathing and sends shivers down your spine.

"Damn it! You know you're good at it, all right? You've got me so turned on I'm about ready to explode! And with Qui-Gon in the next room, within hearing range, it's not a very pleasant option," he mutters in a strained voice.

You manage to speak, despite your lack of breath at his impassioned words.

"You know, maybe I should practice some more. I bet Qui would love to be a test subject," you manage.

Your hair curls as you hear a primitive growl through the phone line.

"No. You want to practice, you practice on me. But if you're going to do this, I'm warning you, I'm going to give as good as I get," he whispers in a harsh tone, the meaning behind his words impossible to ignore.

Your heart thuds as you realize he is going to play along.

Maybe you're not so bad at this as you'd thought.

Deciding to embrace the moment, after all, it's what your goal was this evening, you lay down the gauntlet.

"Come on Obi-Wan, give it your best shot. I think we've proven what I can do to you with my voice, you think you can do better?"

You know he can't refuse a challenge.

You're counting on it.

Your gasp as you suddenly hear his voice lower several octaves, to the sexy timbre that gets you wet every time you hear it.

His words send your heart to a crashing stop as heat rushes through your body.

"Are you naked? Are you lying there on your lonely couch, touching yourself, stroking yourself, imagining I'm there with you?"

You moan under your breath as you suddenly get a mental picture of his exact description, just as he's imagining you.

You feel your nipples harden and your center grow wet as his words rumble over your sensitized skin.

"Are you imagining my hands on your body? Stroking your breasts, bringing your nipples to hard little peaks, then taking each one in my mouth, sucking on you until you cry out my name in uncontrollable need?"

You moan out loud this time as you literally feel his hands and lips ravaging your breasts, literally see his blonde head bent over your chest, looking deep into your eyes as he nips and licks at your breasts.

His next words stun and thrill you to the bone.

"Tell me what you're doing, in explicit detail. Send me a mental picture of how you look and exactly what you're doing to your body as you hear my voice and feel my mind inside yours. I want to know everything," he replies in a sexy whisper, making your insides turn to jelly.

So he wants to play.

Thank God.

You don't know how much more your body can take.

Taking a deep breath, you give him what he wants.

"I'm touching myself, my hands are stroking my breasts, imagining it's you. Can you see me stroking myself? Can you feel your skin against mine? My nipples are hard, begging for your mouth. Gods Obi-Wan, I'm dying to feel you there, making me scream in ecstasy," you manage, your hands imitating your words.

His husky "go on" nearly turns your insides to mush and takes away what little breath you had left.

But there's no way in hell you're stopping now.

"Your hands," you moan, feeling them skimming your body, touching places that haven't been touched in years. "Oh Gods, your hands are between my legs, stroking me hard and fast. I can feel your fingers thrusting into me, your thumb pressing hard against me with each stroke, my wetness coating your skin as I thrust my body against yours," you moan, your fingers imitating your words.

Your body is on fire, knowing you're moments away from release, but also realizing that release won't come unless he is ready for it to.

"Tell me what else you want. What do you want me to do to you?"

The harsh, compelling whisper nearly sends you catapulting over the edge, but you know you have to reply. You need to reply. You'll go crazy if you don't.

Somehow, he turned this whole phone seduction thing around on you.

But you don't care.

You want only one thing at the moment.

And you don't mince words telling him.

"Gods Obi, I want you to take me! I want you buried so deep inside me I can't tell where you begin and I end."

You're moaning now, the words spilling from your mouth, met by his encouraging groans.

"I want to feel you slamming into my body, my legs wrapped around your hips, you pounding into me, so good. Gods, Obi!"

Your final words emerge as a cry as your fingers begin to stroke your center frantically, desperate for release.

"Tell me what you're feeling. Let me hear you come apart for me."

His whispered words send waves of desire crashing through your body, but deliver no release.

"Please," you manage, uncaring that he's now the one in control.

All you want is to lose all control.

To have him make you fly farther and faster than you ever have in your life.

You cry out at the intensity and desire laden in his next words.

"Imagine I'm there with you right now, stretched out on top of you, thrusting hard and fast into you. Burying myself so deep inside you that you'll never want me to leave. I can feel your mouth under mine, your tongue dancing with mine as I kiss you senseless."

You moan, literally feeling his fingers and his body slamming into you. Your mental connection adds a big boost to your sexual stimulation and you can feel yourself teetering on the edge.

"More, please Obi-Wan, I need more," you moan, incapable of more than that.

His stilted words are interspersed with moans and you know he's as aroused as you are.

"I can feel you underneath me, feel your heat as I tighten unbearably inside you. Gods, I can feel your body gloving mine, so tight, so wet, so perfect as your muscles clamp down around me. You feel incredible!" he gasps, his breathing labored.

You moan, knowing you both need release.

"Obi, please, now! I want to feel you inside me, I want you to make me scream, please, Obi, please!" you pant, nearly screaming as you feel phantom fingers suddenly tense on your hips.

"That's it baby, feel me, feel me pushing you over the edge, feel your muscles clamping down around me, fly now baby, let go."

His hoarse words and the sudden sharp press of fingers against your center send you flying into the stratosphere, screaming his name as the waves pour over you. On and on they go, seeming to drown you in blinding pleasure. You can barely breathe, so you simply let yourself feel as the orgasm takes you.

When you finally return to the present, you hear his labored breathing and know he's still hard.

Aching for you.

Time to return the favor.

And prove your point.

Whatever that was.

"Gods Obi, I can feel you, so hot and hard, still throbbing inside me. You've felt my body, now you want my mouth on you, don't you Jedi?" you tease, hearing his strangled moan as his mind floods yours with the image of you on your knees before him.

Smiling, you lower your voice as you let him picture you in that position.

"You're so hard Obi. Your desire is throbbing as I run the tip of my tongue over it. Can you feel me take you deeper? I can feel you pulsing against me, thrusting gently against me, urging me on with your hands in my hair," you half moan as lush images flood your mind.

From his groan, you can tell he's picturing it too.

"Gods yes, take more of me," he whispers back.

You feel your body surge with desire as the images flood your brain, struggling to find words to please him.

"I take you deep into my throat as I wrap my lips around you, suckling you until you're thrusting like mad against me. I still take you deeper, drawing on you harder, urging you to thrust against me," you moan, becoming aroused again at your words.

"Please, Gods, please," you hear him moan.

At his pleading words, you let your mind go, imagining his every word, as you literally feel him near to bursting against your lips.

"Now Obi-Wan, give yourself to me," you manage, feeling another wave of desire shudder over you as you hear his hoarse shout of your name through the receiver.

You listen as his moans slowly fade, his breathing returning to normal after a few moments.

Your own body is still recovering from its earlier climax, and you settle against the pillows, trying to muster up the strength to speak.

"So," you whisper breathlessly when you can form a sentence, "I think that settles the matter of whether I can perform adequate phone sex, doesn't it?" you ask sweetly, hearing him groan.

After a moment, you hear his deep reply, sending a shiver down your spine.

"You will never perform like that for anyone but me from now on. Do you understand?"

The possessiveness in his voice is nearly your undoing.

Despite your independent nature, you suddenly realize you wouldn't mind being possessed totally by Obi-Wan Kenobi.

Although being possessed by Qui-Gon might not be too bad either.

"No one but me," comes his harsh reply.

You smile, knowing he's picked up on that last thought. Taking pity on him, you reply in as calm a voice as you can, knowing you speak the truth.

"I don't think I could do that with anyone else. It's so easy with you," you reply softly, getting a satisfied chuckle in response.

"It had better be," he rumbles in a sexy tone, curling your toes. "We'll have no more talk of phone sex auditions," he finished in a satisfied, sedated tone.

You don't even try to contradict him.

His next words make you smile.

"So you think you can sleep now?" he whispers, obviously hearing the drowsiness in your voice.

Oh, but the night is just beginning.

Taking a deep breath, you smile as you reply in a husky voice.

"I think so. Although you know, I'm still pretty turned on. And I'm dressed in this little silk and lace teddy, the silk is really arousing as I rub against it. Besides, I think I might need some more practice at this. After all, you're my best friend, and your probably biased. Maybe I should give Qui a call," you begin, only to be cut off by a crash from the other end of the line.

"Obi? Obi-Wan are you there?" you ask in concern, suddenly hearing him pick up the receiver.

"Hold that thought, get off the phone and don't even think of calling my Master. I'm on my way."

With that, the receiver crashes down, a dial tone filling your ears.

So much for being exhausted after his mission.

Smiling to yourself, you head for the bedroom, knowing you've achieved your goal for the night.

You feel a slight apprehension as you realize that at some point you'll have to explain there never was a phone sex commercial audition.

But that can come later.

Right now, you're going to focus on simply coming.

Preferably with Obi-Wan.

Smiling slyly to yourself, you stretch out on your bed and wait.

Mission accomplished.

And the night has only begun.

*****

The End

author:Sara