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Title:
ABH: Forced Idleness
Author:
Darth Diebin <[email protected]>
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Rating:
Smut
Archive:
All lists
Disclaimer:
I kidnapped him from the God King Luc@s . . . and I’ll probably
have to
give him back soon. I bet we all agree that I’m making good use of
him though,
right?
Dedicated:
To Amber, who hopefully won’t kill me when she realizes that I
wrote
this instead of Darth Story . . . and who has inspired me in many
ways.
Author’s
Note: It started out without a plot, then got a plot, then I got
rid of
the plot, but the plot kinda of hung around, so I don’t really know
what it
is. *g* You decide. Oh, and no one beta-ed . . my mistakes are my
own.
~~~~~~~~~~
“General
Kenobi.”
Obi-Wan
turns at your voice, a brief look of annoyance flickering over his
face
before he can completely suppress it. You can almost hear the
thought--::What
/now/?::--echoing back from him as he straightens in his
chair.
“Yes?” he asks briefly, his eyebrows furrowing together as he regards
you.
You
shift nervously before you can stop the gesture, unable to completely
ignore
the way this man can make you feel transparent when he looks at you.
“Message
coming in for you, Sir,” you respond, trying to hide the exhaustion
coursing
through your body after thirty hours without sleep. “From Master
Jinn.”
“Good
news,” he says, voice vibrant with relief. He stands and stretches
before
nodding for you to lead the way. “The first good news I’ve heard in
days.”
A hand on your shoulder stops you, and you turn to meet Obi-Wan’s
eyes.
“If I can presume to ask, Master Healer--why are you playing
messenger?
There should be plenty of other people who could have carried the
message--and
you are already far too busy.”
“Six
more this afternoon,” you respond curtly, spinning on your heel and
starting
down the hallway again. “One or two more and we’re going to have to
go back
to pick up a new crew.” You sigh, the weight of your problems coming
back to
rest on your shoulders again. “Only problem is, we’ve got an
epidemic
on our hands, General--and I don’t know what the cause is. Until I
do, we
can’t risk spreading it to populated worlds.”
You can
feel the way his eyes bore into the back of your head as he speeds
up to
keep up with your rapid pace. “Have you slept at all in the past two
days?”
he demands suddenly, stepping around you and stopping you.
You
glare up at him. “Master Jinn is waiting, General.”
“Master
Jinn is a patient man,” Obi-Wan responds, crossing arms over his
chest.
“Have you slept in the past two days?”
“Have
you?” you counter, stepping around him to continue down the hallway.
“I’m as
much a Jedi as you, General Kenobi. I may be a Healer, but I’m just
as
capable of going without sleep as you are. More so, since I understand my
body.”
“You
can’t care for the sick if you work yourself into exhaustion.”
Obi-Wan’s
voice is concerned, and you can feel the worry rolling off of him.
Without
thinking about it you boost up your mental shields, effectively
blocking
him out.
You
stop in front of a door and gesture towards it. “Transmission is opened
in
there. Get some sleep when you’re done talking to him. Consider it an
official
order from the ship’s Healer.” Not waiting for a response you spin
on your
heel and stride off down the hallway.
~~~~~~~~
Fifteen
hours later you’re starting to feel the effects of exhaustion
creeping
up on you. You’ve poured so much energy into the sick members of
the
crew, and even when you finally rid them of the sickness the victims are
too
weak to move for weeks. The first patient you cured is just now up and
about--fit
only to help care for the recovering, leaving you to pour even
more
energy into the sick.
The
crew is down to the barebones--just enough to keep the large ship
operational.
Out of the fifty crew members, ten are still
standing--including
yourself and Obi-Wan. Every single one of the crew
members
left healthy is someone with an abnormally high midichlorian count,
something
you realized only yesterday. While even more perplexing, at least
it
gives you hope that you and Obi-Wan will be safe from the epidemic.
Someone
has to be in charge here.
You’ve
just risen from the bedside of the latest victim when you feel your
knees
start to tremble. Healing the six latest patients was far more than
you
should have done, but you found out the first day that if they weren’t
treated
within twelve hours of the symptoms appearing, they would die.
Having
lost three of the crew, you vowed not to lose anyone else.
It
takes every bit of willpower in your body not to stumble away from the
bed,
but before you can make it out the door your knees give out and you
collapse,
barely able to crawl to the wall to brace yourself up before your
body
loses all strength.
One of
your recovering helpers must have called him, because it isn’t long
before
a familiar pair of black boots strides into your line of vision. A
soft
gasp is followed by the instant presence of arms around you, and you
can
feel your body suddenly cushioned against a warmer, harder one.
“You’re
insane,” a soft voice tells you, the harshness lost in the
overwhelming
rush of worry. You catch a glimpse of yourself through
Obi-Wan’s
eyes, suddenly understanding why he is acting so upset--you look
three
days past death. Your brown hair is pulled from it’s normally neat
tail
and hangs limply around your face, which is hollow and gaunt with
exhaustion.
There are dark, deep circles beneath your eyes, which are
closed,
revealing the bruised eyelids. Your entire face is as pale as your
tunic,
and your lips are slightly blue-tinged.
It’s
only then that you realize how cold you are, your entire body
trembling.
You gave too much of yourself out, gave all of your Healer energy
and
started dipping into your own lifeforce. If there had been just one more
patient
. . .
The
arms around you tighten as his strides lengthen, the movement of your
body
making you dizzy. Clenching your eyes tightly shut, you succumb to the
feeling
of exhaustion and let the world slip away.
::NO!::
The mental voice tears through your mind, hurting. You weakly
struggle
to raise shields, but the strength of his mind is too much for your
weakened
skills. ::Stay with me,:: he commands, his mind jerking you back to
the
world. ::Open your eyes. Stay awake. Stay with me.::
You
force your eyes open, meeting the anxious blue-green ones above your
face.
Your body is still trembling, and you feel so cold that your brain is
almost
numb. ::Sleep,:: you insist softly, letting your eyes slide shut
again.
::NO!::
The voice is even louder this time, and it hurts--but the pain keeps
you
awake.
::So
tired,:: you think, begging for respite. To sleep . . .
::You
will stay with me.:: The command is harsh, the mind wrapping around
yours
so insistent that you can’t help but obey. You’re vaguely aware of
movement,
of hands on your trembling limbs.
The
burst of hot water hurts at first, burning your freezing skin. You cry
out and
try to escape the spray, but there are arms locked around you like
shackles,
holding you underneath the water. One hand is cradling your head
to a
broad chest, fingers rubbing your hair.
::You
need to be warm,:: the voice says in your mind--not as harsh now, but
every
bit as commanding. ::Try. Please try.::
The
water slowly becomes bearable, and you relax as your body starts to warm
again.
Your mind is drifting, not awake but not quite asleep.
You
barely notice it as the water is cut off, the warm hands wrapping you
tightly
in a large robe. ::Stay with me,:: the voice demands again, and you
sigh
softly as the arms pick you up and carry you towards a bed. ::Awake,::
the
voice commands. ::Awake.::
“Awake,”
you murmur. The hands are rubbing you now, massaging your body even
as the
mind slips deftly around yours. You can feel the energy slowly
pulsing
through your body as Obi-Wan sends the Force flowing through you,
forcing
your lifeforce to resume it’s normal cycle.
You
open your eyes and fall into the twin pools of aqua-gray, drinking in
the
worry and concern and caring as a balm to your soul even as your body
accepts
the Force as a bandage to your shattered spirit.
“You
terrified me,” he whispers, hands still rubbing at your right arm,
forcing
circulation to return to your limbs. “You almost killed yourself.”
“Can I
sleep now?” you ask softly, stretching your body out and feeling the
Force
tingling through your skin. He energized your body, but your mind
still
needs rest.
“You
can sleep now,” he responds, reaching up to frame your face with long
fingers.
“Sleep,” he whispers, brushing a thumb against your cheek. “Sleep.”
~~~~~~~~
You
have no idea how much later it is when you next wake, but judging by the
presence
of Obi-Wan next to you, arm tossed idly over your stomach as he
sleeps,
you figure it’s probably night time.
Obi-Wan
stirs beside you, one eye drifting open as if to check on you. When
he sees
you looking at him the other eye snaps open and he pulls back,
sitting
up.
“How
are you feeling?” he asks, one hand drifting down to settle on your
forehead.
You laugh slightly, surprised at how much effort it takes you.
“I
don’t have a fever, Jedi Kenobi,” you say, smiling up at him. You stretch
slowly,
feeling the muscles in your body pulling as if they’ve been without
use for
a long time . . .
That’s
when your internal clock catches up to you, and you let out a string
of
curses so vicious that Obi-Wan blinks.
“What--”
he starts, but you cut him off with another round of curses.
“I’ve
been asleep for /three days/?” you demand shoving your body up and
swinging
your legs over the side of the bed. “I need to get to the
infirmary,
/now/.”
Obi-Wan
laughs and snags you easily in one arm, pulling you back onto the
bed and
pushing you down. “No. We landed two days ago in a quarantined area.
There
are four Jedi Healers on board, looking after the patients. One came
in here
and told me that if I let you out of this bed, I’d be demoted to
Padawan
and tossed right out of the army.”
“If
we’ve landed, why are we still on this ship?” you ask, one hand coming
to your
head to soothe the pounding headache you’ve just developed.
“You
and I are under quarantine until they can figure out what caused the
illness,”
Obi-Wan replied, settling with his back against the wall. “Even
though
it doesn’t seem to affect those with a certain midichlorian count,
it’s
very probable that we’re carrying the virus. We’re stuck on this ship
for at
least another week.” It was obvious from the expression on his face
that he
didn’t like it much more than you do.
“What
are we supposed to do for the next week?” you ask, feeling the rising
dismay.
Inactivity has never been something you were overly fond of, and
forced
idleness is only relatively higher than torture on your list.
“You,”
Obi-Wan says, placing a finger between your eyebrows and giving you a
stern
look, “are going to /sleep/.” Obi-Wan gives you a wide grin. “The only
reason
I haven’t sent you back to sleep already is because you haven’t eaten
anything
but broth in the last few days. As soon as you’ve eaten, you’re
going
back to sleep.”
At
first you want to argue, but you learned long ago that there is little
Obi-Wan
Kenobi won’t get once he has his mind set on it.
~~~~~~~~~
Chapter
2
~~~~~~~~~~~~
The
next time you wake up your are snuggled up closely to a very warm body.
For a
moment you don’t even open your eyes, letting the sensation of being
held
warm and safe wash over you.
Obi-Wan
is shirtless, his arms tangled around you, holding your back firmly
to his
chest. One of his legs is thrown over yours, his head chin resting on
top of
your head. One of his hands is drifting idly across your stomach,
drawing
thoughtless little patterns that make you shiver.
Almost
without thinking you press your back more firmly against him, seeking
for
more warmth. The hand on your stomach suddenly freezes as he wakes up,
letting
out a startled gasp.
“I’m
sorry--” he starts, but you just shake your head, pressing against him
again.
His desire for you is obvious, a firm pressure against your lower
back,
heat so searing that is penetrates your shirt and his pants easily.
“Please,”
you whisper, wiggling around until you can meet those glorious
eyes.
“Please?”
“Why?”
he replies, his voice a low groan. You can feel one of his hands,
creeping
up your back under your shirt and running lightly over the skin of
you
back. “You never--never wanted to before--”
One of
your hands comes up to rest on his bare chest, his skin warm to the
touch.
With a soft sigh you trace one of the muscles, watching as it
quivers.
“You never asked before, Obi-Wan Kenobi.” Looking up from under
lowered
lashes, you smile slightly. “And I never would have dared ask you.”
“Why
not?” Obi-Wan responds, his free hand pulling back to begin undoing the
buttons
down the front of your shirt. “You’re a very attractive woman, when
you’re
not half-dead--and you must have realized long before now that I
value
you very much for who you are.”
“Ahhh,”
you reply, still tracing the planes of his chest with an idle
finger.
“But you’re General Kenobi. Legendary warrior, second only to Master
Jinn in
the fighting arts. I’m just a lowly little Healer who happened to
get
assigned to your ship--”
“--by
my request, as you well know--”
“--and
wouldn’t dare try to seduce to infamous General Jedi Kenobi.”
“How
about if the infamous legendary totally insecure and yet mostly naked
General
Jedi Kenobi tries to seduce you?” Obi-Wan asks, rolling over
suddenly
so that you’re pinned beneath him, his face only centimeters from
your
own. “Would you resist very much? Because if you did, I’d give up.”
“I
could probably be persuaded,” you reply, arching your neck up to nuzzle
at his
cheek. “But he’d have to kiss me first.”
“With
pleasure,” Obi-Wan responds, tilting his head to the side and catching
your
lips with his own.
The
kiss starts off gentle, warm lips barely caressing your own before his
tongue
sneaks out to trace the curve of your lower lip, urging your lips to
part.
The
minute your mouths opened, it is if a floodgate had been lifted. All of
the
stress of the past three weeks, your brush with death, his fear of
losing
you--everything comes rushing at you at once, giving the kiss a
desperate
edge. Before you can blink his hands are tangled in your hair,
tilting
your head back as he slants his mouth across yours, tongue tangling
with
yours with fierce desperation.
Your
own hands come up to the back of his head, pulling frantically at the
tie
holding his long hair into it’s utilitarian ponytail. His mouth grinds
into
yours, sending shoots of electricity through your body, causing you to
make
low moaning sounds of inarticulate need.
Finally
his mouth leaves yours, leaving you panting harshly and trying to
regain
your breath as his mouth slides down over your chin, tongue spiraling
intricate
designs that burn and tingle. One of his hands has succeeded in
shoving
your shirt off of your shoulders, leaving your collarbone free for
his
attentions.
You let
out a shuddering sigh that turns into a whimper as he licks at the
hollow
of your throat, latching onto the pulse throbbing beneath his skin
and
sucking hard. One hand travels up your body to cup your breast, thumb
sneaking
out to caress the hard nipples as his mouth travels slowly down to
meet
it.
You
don’t bother supressing the moan that tears through you as his teeth
latch
gently onto a nipple, worrying it softly before letting his tongue
snake
out to soothe it, causing your entire body to arch up off the bed. His
only
response is a low chuckle as he opens his mouth wider, sucking your
nipple
between his lips and running his tongue around it as he suckles.
“Obi-Wan,”
you gasp out, hands clenching convulsively where they’re resting,
one on
his shoulder and the other tangled in his hair. “Please . . .”
His
only response is to shift to the right, lavishing the same treatment on
your
other nipple as his hand drifts up to caress your lips and face.
Catching
one if his fingers, you suck it into your mouth and trace your
tongue
up and down it, delighting in his harsh moan.
His mouth
slides slightly down, leaving a trail of kisses and soft bites
down
your side and over to your navel, where he traces lightly before
teasing
it slightly with his tongue. You suck harder on his finger, starting
to
slide your mouth up and down it, hearing him moan again.
You
release his finger and murmur, “I’d love to do that somewhere else,”
into
his hand, pressing a kiss into his palm.
“Soon
enough,” he responds. Fingers hook into your undergarments, coaxing
them
smoothly down your legs. “I’m busy right now.”
Your
attempt at a witty remark is cut off abruptly as he nuzzles the curls
between
your legs, nudging your thighs apart with his shoulders. The sudden
kiss he
presses to the sensitive skin makes you cry out, needing him
suddenly
with a longing that’s almost an ache. He only has time for one
teasing
lick across your bundle of nerves before you tangle your hands in
his
hair, pulling him firmly up the bed.
“Time
for that later,” you gasp out, gluing your lips to his and kissing him
fiercely.
One of your hands creeps down to plunge into the waistline of his
pants,
clasping his erection and caressing it. You pull back and smile at
his
ragged gasp as you squeeze his hardness carefully. “Now I want you.”
Large
hands tug anxiously on the ties to his pants, snapping them with a
muttered
curse when they foil his trembling fingers. You continue to caress
him as
he struggles with his pants, trying to squirm out of them.
Unfortunately
for him, every time he wiggles it only rubs his hardness more
firmly
into your hand, making him gasp for breath.
“Need
help?” you finally purr, your hand caressing the length before fingers
dance
out to brush across his sides. Taking his strangled groan as assent,
you
quickly strip him of the pants, cramming them into the corner of the bed
before
squirming around to survey your prize.
::Large
. . .:: is all you have a chance to think before warm hands close on
your
shoulder, dragging you up to lay prone across Obi-Wan’s body. His mouth
seizes
yours again as his hands travel up and down your back, touching with
frantic
longing.
“Now?”
you gasp out, pulling back to kiss one cheekbone. Obi-Wan groans in
response,
rolling over without letting go of you. Hands grasp your thighs as
he
leans in for another kiss, guiding your legs up around his narrow hips.
You let
out a howl as long fingers slide into you, a howl answered by
Obi-Wan’s
harsh moan when he finds how ready you are for him. For a few
moments
he massages you before pulling back, replacing fingers with
something
hot and hard.
“Beautiful,”
he grates out as he slides slowly in, fingers clasping on your
hips as
he tries to control his speed. You can feel yourself tossing your
head
uselessly from side to side, ankles locking behind his back as you try
to pull
him deeper, faster.
Suddenly
his weight is on you, his body stretched out on top of yours. You
can
feel him pulsing in your depths, his hips rocking almost desperately
against
yours as he lets out little moans of need.
“Move,”
you urge, rocking your hips against his and causing him to groan.
“Now.”
He
pulls back a little ways before thrusting back in, hips rotating gently.
You can
feel your eyes rolling back in your head as he repeats the gesture,
again
and again, pulling back a little further each time.
Soon
he’s pounding into you, his low moans echoing your own as his hips
grind
against yours. Hands find their way under you to clasp your buttocks,
digging
into your flesh as he pulls you upwards and changes the angle.
You
open your eyes and moan at the erotic vision before you. Obi-Wan is on
his
knees, fingers digging into your hips as he thrusts, golden chest
heaving.
His head is tilted back, the glorious eyes closed. Honey-red hair
sticks
to sweat covered shoulders and neck, a few strands hanging in his
face
and swinging back and forth with his hypnotic strokes.
Feeling
your gaze, Obi-Wan lets his eyes slide open. Passion and desire
swims
in the gray-green depths as he drinks you in, letting lose a primal
cry as
he thrusts even deeper. One hand slides around to brush against your
bundle,
causing your body to jerk up, shoving yourself deeper on him.
“Come
for me,” he pleads between thrusts, voice a cross between a gasp and a
growl.
The fingers playing with you become more insistent, stroking and
teasing
mercilessly. “Please.”
Your
eyes slide shut as you feel the tremors began to start, your entire
body
quivering as the overwhelming waves of pleasure pick you up and toss
you
around. Obi-Wan groans deeply as your body tightens around him,
thrusting
his hips even harder. With a harsh cry he collapses on top of you,
still
thrusting as he claims your lips with his.
You can
feel him bursting inside you even as you scream, lights flashing
behind
your eyelids. Your entire body is trembling as you scream again,
riding
the waves wherever they want to take you.
Whether
you actually blacked or not is debatable, but it takes you so long
to regain
your senses that you figure it doesn’t really matter anyway. Your
eyes
drift open to see Obi-Wan hovering somewhat anxiously, obviously still
out of
breath but even more obviously worried.
“I
thought I might have hurt you,” he whispers, collapsing gratefully next
to you
when you smile at him and shake your head. “You--you probably
shouldn’t
have expended that much energy. You were still pretty worn out.”
Reaching
up with one finger you trace his swollen lips, letting your smile
widen. “I’ll
just skip the prescribed brisk walk around the ship, if it’s
okay
with you,” you respond, smiling as your finger is caught between those
tantalizing
lips and kissed gently.
“Well
don’t think you’re going to trick me into doing that again until
you’re
well rested,” Obi-Wan says with a straight face, hand drifting down
to
caress your stomach. “I can’t have it said that I don’t take care of my
crew.”
You
pout up at him, eyes wide. “What if I want you to do it again?” you ask
innocently,
hand sliding down his abdomen. Before you can reach your target,
your
wrist is caught in a tight grip.
“Oh no
you don’t,” Obi-Wan whispers, his face suddenly very close to yours.
“Or
else . . .”
“Or
else what?” you respond.
“Or
else this.”
Your
eyes roll back into your head as he buries his face between your legs.
What
scares you even more is how quickly your body responds . . .
Something
tells you this may well be the best week of enforced idleness you
ever
spend.
~~~~~~
Well?
*g* How'd I do for a Baby Smut. ;)