Title: Surprise Visit (1/2)
Author: Sara
Rating: NC-17
Category:PWP
Timeline:Pre-TPM
Archive:Okay, just let me know where
Pairing: O/Q/F
Disclaimer: Not mine. Obi and Qui are Georgies. Damn.

Zara sighed as she settled deeper into the couch, trying to alleviate the tension pulsing through her body.

It had been a hell of a day at work.

Everything that could go wrong had gone wrong.

She made a mental note to kill whomever had come up with the bright idea of making a holovid of a full-scale amateur musical production of 'The Sound of Music.'

She was still surprised to see how many people turned out for performances of the ancient musical production. It had been centuries since it was first performed on stage, and even quaint and out of date as it was, the movie and play itself were still popular with people of all kinds from around the galaxy.

Go figure.

And go figure why someone had decided it needed to be put on holovid and sold in some special 'TV offer.'

Not that it hadn't come across great.

In fact, she was rather proud of the project.

But dealing with the antsy actors, production crews, cameras, full-scale orchestra and far too much repetition of the phrase "the hills are alive" was extremely trying on one's nerves.

Not that she hadn't gotten a good laugh when one of the crew members had suddenly jumped onstage in the middle of an argument over some line delivery and belted out "the hills are alive" in his best "Christian-The-Penniless-Poet-From-The-Moulin-Rouge" fashion.

Another ancient movie that had stuck around for centuries, and surprisingly was still one of the best selling holovids of all time.

Go figure.

But the impromptu performance had been the highlight of her long and tiring day.

The rest of it was filled with arguments and technical work she'd rather not think about anymore.

She'd breathed a sigh of relief as she'd finally arrived home, determined to do nothing but relax in a nice hot bath, make some tea and find some movie to watch for the night.

She refused to think about what else she could be doing, if a certain Jedi Master and Padawan were anywhere around.

Zara blushed as she remembered the last encounter she'd had with Obi and Qui.

Their energetic bout of passion had taken her several days to recover from.

It had been wonderful.

But it had been three months ago.

The duo had been sent out on continuous missions, and hadn't been able to make it back for any visits.

She frowned, wondering where they were, hoping they were safe. Not that she wanted to spend her night worrying about them, but she couldn't help it.

The three of them had formed an immediate, intense and lasting bond when they'd been thrown together months ago at the Jedi Council meeting.

They had been the only two people there willing to help her get the information and interviews she'd needed for the piece she'd done on it.

Why they'd helped her, she didn't know, but working together had somehow led to sleeping together and it had spiraled from there.

Despite how strange it sounded, she loved both of them, and knew they loved her. It might not be the most conventional relationship, but it suited them.

And the things those two could do when they put their minds together!

Zara sighed, bringing herself back to the present, body already in a low state of arousal.

She shifted uncomfortably on the couch, willing her heated body to relax. She flipped aimlessly through the programs on the video screen in front of her, hoping to find something interesting to distract her.

Smiling, she finally settled on the 'Classic Movie' channel, which ironically, happened to be showing 'Moulin Rouge.'

Not a bad way to end the night.

Especially since the actor playing Christian looked a lot like Obi-Wan.

Feeling her body still humming with arousal, she settled more comfortably into the couch and pictured Obi in Christian's role.

~*~

An hour later, she was sniffing as she watched Satine haltingly try to explain why she couldn't see Christian anymore. She always got teary around this part. Luckily, she always watched this movie alone, so no one would notice.

As she reached for a Kleenex, she jumped as she heard a knock on the door.

Frowning as she noted it was past 11PM, she shuffled to the door, glad she'd pulled a robe on over the short silk nightie she'd donned earlier that evening.

Staring through the peephole, she felt her breath catch.

With a small cry, she unlocked and flung open the door, throwing herself immediately at the two smiling men who stood before her.

"Well, obviously you're glad to see us."

Qui-Gon's mellow voice flowed over her body as she held both men tightly to her, breathing them in as their arms came around her.

"I think that's an understatement Master," Obi-Wan managed in a wry voice, his words softened by the smile he wore.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to attack you, I'm just so glad to see you," Zara muttered as she pulled back to smile at them.

"We're glad to see you too little one," Qui-Gon murmured as he pushed a strand of hair behind her ear, his long fingers lingering as they brushed across her cheek.

Zara felt her already overheated body begin a slow burn as she caught the flash of desire in the older man's eyes.

Her heart began to thump in triple time as her gaze slid to the padawan, who had a hungry expression in his greenish-blue orbs.

"Come in, please," Zara finally managed, pulling back far enough to let the men enter her apartment.

As they stepped inside, she slid the door closed and locked it. Turning to her guests, she grabbed each by the arm and dragged them to the sofa, settling herself comfortably between them.

"You're watching that movie again," Obi-Wan suddenly said in a wry voice as his attention was caught by something on the video screen.

Zara smiled.

"Well, it just happened to be on, and since I was thinking about you both," she began, getting a laugh from Qui-Gon.

"Not that either Obi-Wan nor I would be caught dead singing and dancing," he offered as Zara burst into laughter.

"A woman can dream, can't she?" she asked, smiling as Obi-Wan slid an arm around her shoulders, pulling her against his side.

"And would you care to tell us just what you've been dreaming of these past few months while we were gone Zara?" he whispered, brushing his lips against the shell of her ear, sending a shiver down her body at the contact.

"Obi-Wan and I have been much interested in your answer to that question," Qui-Gon murmured against her other ear.

She shuddered at the twin sensations of the master and padawan's breath against each ear.

Her arousal was quickly peaking in the presence of both seductive men.

It had been far too long.

"How about I show you instead?" she managed, before reaching up to pull Obi-Wan's mouth down to hers.

Zara moaned as she lost herself in the kiss, delighting to Obi-Wan's groan as he crushed her lips with his. Her tongue reached out to spear with his, tangling and twisting against his mouth, drinking in the familiar spicy taste that was his alone.

She shuddered as she felt Qui-Gon kissing his way across the nape of her neck, his teeth nibbling on the sensitive juncture just below her earlobe.

She couldn't help but moan against Obi-Wan's mouth as Qui-Gon nipped and licked at the spot, causing her body to shudder with pleasure.

"So sensitive, so quick to respond to our touch, it has been too long little one."

Zara barely heard Qui-Gon's whispered words as Obi-Wan's hands suddenly slid up to cup her breasts. Her strangled moan was lost against Qui-Gon's mouth as he replaced his padawan, who had turned his attentions lower.

She sighed, twining one arm around his neck, loving the way Qui-Gon tasted, just as much as his padawan.

She knew he liked the taste of Obi-Wan on her lips as well.

It was one of the little things that aroused her to no end.

She moaned as she felt him deepen the kiss, his hands sliding up and down her back, pushing her gently against Obi-Wan's hands as they stroked and rubbed her breasts.

Zara was nearly beyond control at the moment, lost in the sensation of Qui-Gon's kiss and Obi-Wan's touch. She arched her hips frantically into the air, hoping one of them would get the message and move further down her body.

The ache spreading through her system intensified as Qui-Gon's fingers slid tantalizingly lower against her waist, brushing over her naval through the silk of the teddy. She arched her hips again, holding her breath, praying he'd slip those talented fingers underneath the silk.

Coherent thought left her body with a cry then as she felt Obi-Wan take the tip of one breast into his mouth.

Her hands flew to his head, holding him tightly against her as he suckled her sensitive flesh, his free hand massaging her other breast into a hard, aching peak.

"Please, more Obi-Wan, take more of me," she managed on a low moan, gasping as he obliged.

She was so lost in the sensation of his hot, wet mouth on her skin that it came as a complete shock when she felt Qui-Gon's fingers brush over her mound.

She cried out again as she felt the Jedi Master slip one finger inside her, his thumb circling her sensitive bud with a skill that never seemed to amaze her.

It also aroused her more than anyone or anything ever had.

"Oh Qui-Gon, please, I need more of you," she managed on a strangled groan, arching desperately against him as he slipped two fingers inside her wetness.

"So hot, so sweet, so tight, oh little one, it's been too long," Qui-Gon uttered on a low moan, breathing hard as he watched his padawan lick and nip his way from her breasts to her naval.

"Tell me how she feels Master," Obi-Wan muttered, earning a soft moan from Zara and a sigh from the elder Jedi.

"She feels wonderful padawan, so wet and tight, she's more than ready for us," his master replied with satisfaction.

Obi-Wan smiled as he noted the desperation in his master's voice.

His own body was crying out desperately for release.

"Please, someone, anyone, harder," Zara moaned, delighted when she felt Qui-Gon speed up his thrusts, gasping as she suddenly felt Obi-Wan's heated breath against her center.

"What do you want Zara?" he whispered, looking directly up into her eyes.

Zara could barely form a sentence, lost in the sight of these two men, hovering between her legs, bringing her the greatest pleasure she'd ever known.

"Tell us little one, we are here to please," Qui-Gon murmured as he slipped a third finger into her tight channel.

"Please, I want your mouths on me," she managed, unashamed of the brazenness of her words.

All she knew was that she wanted them.

And she wanted them bad.

"Whatever the lady desires," Obi-Wan murmured with a quick smile for his master.

She watched, body humming as the two exchanged a mental message. She hated when they did that, feeling excluded from their thoughts.

But, on the other hand, the result was more than rewarding.

Zara cried out as she suddenly felt Obi-Wan's tongue spear against her now throbbing bud as Qui-Gon's warm lips began planting kisses against her inner thighs.

Her hips arched off the bed as Obi-Wan closed his mouth over her center, licking her in long, slow sweeps, always returning to her bud with a fervor.

Qui-Gon's fingers never stopped moving, and she wondered how in the world he managed to plant kisses up and down her thighs while stroking her into what was sure to be the most massive orgasm she'd had in months.

Thought was suddenly lost as she felt Qui-Gon's fingers twist inside her, hitting that perfect spot at the exact same instant Obi-Wan took her aching bud between his teeth and pulled.

She came with a scream that echoed off the walls as her hips thrust frantically against Obi-Wan's face and Qui-Gon's fingers.

Everything inside her seemed to come together then fall apart in a freefall that sent her soaring up to the heavens. The waves swept over and over her, as both Jedi gently slowed their actions, bringing her back to earth with gentle kisses and whispered words of love.

She sighed as Obi-Wan slid his body up hers, kissing her gently, letting her taste herself against his lips. She relished the flavor of their combined tastes, letting his tongue tangle with hers as she tugged Qui-Gon's ponytail to bring him against her.

She sighed as she turned to kiss the master, letting the waves of bliss swamp her.

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