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Joy Ride - an ABH
by Sherrie
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Disclaimers: Grand Master Lucas owns Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan lock, stock, and....ah...yeah, barrel. Damn. I guess Iıll just have to put them back when Iım done. I got no money-honey, so donıt come looking to sue me for any.
Scenario: youıre a long way from home on a dark road in the middle of nowhere.
Rating: This part is NC-17. If you don't like smut, you won't like this part.
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This portion is dedicated to listmom and fellow Qui-chick Kayla whose been driving me batty with all the pics she's been finding lately! Way to go listmom!
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Part 4
A loud *pop* from the fireplace brings you out of your reverie. You sit up with a start. It takes a moment before you realize Qui-Gon is as lost in the flames as you were a moment ago. His arms wrap tightly around you and his breath stirs your hair ever so slightly.
So close to him, in such an intimate setting, you suddenly realized what a glorious man he is. Sure, his hair and beard sport a smattering of gray hairs, but his face is noble and timeless. His body is hard and strong and fit. Every ounce of him reeks of male confidence...not machismo really, more like one of those great truths. This is not a boy full of youthful energy and eagerness, this is a man fully aware of himself in all facets. And his eyes, such depth, intelligence, and wisdom.
You start as you realized that he's no longer enraptured by the flames. He is looking straight at you, into you, and through you. You feel as if he can see to your very soul. You quench an urge to kiss this utterly beautiful man.
The corner of his mouth twitches ever so slightly and his eyes drop to fasten on your lips. Ever so gently, he leans towards you and brushes your lips with his. You feel fire course through your bones and an unbidden moan escapes your lips. You respond and press your lips to his.
You find yourself enveloped and enraptured by his kiss. His lips ravish your own while his hands run long fingers through your hair. You extricate your arms from the blanket and wrap them around his strong neck, pulling him closer. This intensity of his kiss rises another notch.
Quickly he throws the blanket off your shoulders and onto the rug in front of the fire. Strong arms lean you back onto the blankets. He leans over you, never breaking the kiss. You run your hands across the plains of his shoulders, up the muscles of his neck, and into his silken mane.
His kiss becomes more demanding, his tongue darting out to probe your open and inviting mouth. Your tongues caress in a dizzying dance. You press him to you harder, demanding more and more.
Gasping, he leans back, his eyes dark and dazed. You try to pull him back to you.
"What....." he gasps, "wait...no...." he tries to extricate himself from your arms. But you only tighten your arms around his neck, refusing to let him go.
"Yes, Qui-Gon, yes," you contend. "I don't know who or what you are, but I know that I want you....I need you....please...." you beg.
He turns his eyes back to you, emotions warring in them. "But after tonight....how can I expect you....." he drifts off.
You lay your hands along his cheeks, holding his face towards yours. "But nothing happened. I'm safe because you rescued me. You have given me comfort of one kind and now I find I need comfort of another. I'm not blind and I'm not unfeeling....." you leave it hanging.
"No regrets?" he asks, incredulously.
"None," you affirm.
With a quiet moan, Qui-Gon wraps his hands around your face and places cherishing kisses on your face, from forehead to chin before once again finding your lips.
You tangle your fingers in his hair and find the tie holding it back. Released, his hair cascades down over you, creating a living curtain between the room and your kisses.
The fire coursing through your bones has risen by several degrees and sparks are igniting under your eyelids. You can't get enough of him. Your hands desperately move to his shirt, fumbling with the buttons. One by one they succumb to even *your* clumsy fingers, exposing inch after inch of skin.
Qui-Gon leans his head back again, gasping for breath. He helps your busy hands, pulling his shirt out of the waistband of his trousers. Impatience flashes over his face and he finally pulls your hands from his shirt and simply rips the shirt open, sending the last few buttons flying.
You run your eager hands over his bared chest as he shrugs out of the shirt. The dusting of fine hairs on his chest are marked here and there by slight puckered scars here and there. You trace one with a fingertip for a moment before he captures it in his hand and brings it up to his mouth to kiss. His eyes are dark pools of intensity and desire and you feel like you could drown in them.
He releases your hand and starts tracing the curve of your face and the line of your jaw. At the tip of your chin he leans down again and places a single delicate kiss there. Then the gentle fingers trace the line of your throat to the top button on your blouse. With a deft flick, he undoes the button. You get a sense that he's done this before. The corner of his mouth twitches into a slight curve again.
He flicks open the second button and pauses to place a burning kiss in the valley just above your now heaving breasts. Button by button he travels down your torso, leaving a trail of kisses at each point. You stifle a giggle as his mustache tickles the soft skin of your belly. You feel chuckle rumble through him as he senses your ticklishness. He lavishes a few more such ticklish kisses to your belly before returning to delve deep into your mouth.
With one hand, he opens your blouse completely. He gently cups one breast through the material of your bra, his thumb caressing the skin along top edge of the material. He grips your breast harder, kneading it in his hand. You arch your back, pressing your breast into his hand.
He slips his other hand behind your back and unfastens your bra with a flick of those talented fingers. He lifts you up until you're sitting facing him on the floor. His eyes ravish you as he slips the blouse and bra straps off your shoulders. He tosses the clothes to a corner.
The flickering heat of the fire in the hearth strokes your skin, inflaming your building passion.
Need starts to rage through your body. Your hands turn frantic at his chest, stroking, teasing, memorizing. In turn, his hands cup and caresses your breasts with gentle teasing touches. You arch your back and press his hands against your breasts. His kisses threaten to swallow you whole and you find yourself giving in to them.
Breaking free for a moment, you gasp for breath again. "Please....."'you moan, "I need you....."
A wicked gleam flickers through his eyes, "Soon....soon...." he whispers.
You grab him by the hair and pull his face close to yours, "Now," you growl.
His body rumbles in quiet laughter and his eyes sparkle with mirth. He pushes you back down to the blanket and begins to slowly strip you of shoes, pants and underwear, all the while pinning you to the floor with his eyes.
Once naked beneath his gaze you stretch like a cat, seductive and inviting. You see his breath catch for a brief moment before his eye turn intense and dark again. Panther-like, he rises to his feet and slowly strips himself, never releasing your eyes from his own. Wet heat oozes from your center.
This time it's your turn to find your breath catching in your throat as his boxers slip down off his hips and his erection juts boldly from a nest of dark hair. You run your hands over your body, caressing those places you want him to touch.
He breaks your gaze and turns away towards the fire, leaving you wanting and unfulfilled. He sinks to one knee and stokes the fire in the fireplace. Not satisfied with the fire, he places another chunk of wood in the flames, and then seductively looks over his shoulder at you, his hair cascading over his shoulders.
You shudder helplessly and his lips twitch ever so slightly into a smile again. Like a predatory lion he leans down and stretches his body along side yours, pressing his erection into your thigh. Eagerly you turn towards him and throw a leg possessively over his hip, drawing him closer.
You lay in front of the fire like a Roman couple, facing each other on your sides, head leaning on one hand while the other hand draws lazy pattern over the other's skin. His hands draw trails of fire over your skin from shoulder to hip and back to your breasts. Your hands trace out the lines of muscle along his flank, stomach, and chest.
He pushes you back again onto the blanket and swoops down to cover your right breast with his mouth while his hand kneads it's twin. You moan as he sucks at your breast and flicks the nipple with his tongue. Shivers run up and down your spine as he alternately suckles and nips at your breast.
With a slight shift, he turns his attention to your other breast, lavishing it with kisses and nips. You arch your back again, pressing your breast to his lips as he starts to suckle at it.
His large hands cover your belly and hips with soft teasing caresses. One hand trails along the edge of your hip and down your thigh. Pulling at the back of your knee, he raises your leg and settles it over his shoulder as he shifts down to your hips. Moisture floods from between your legs.
His mustache and beard send electrifying sensations shooting through your soul as he places tiny kisses along the soft skin on the insides of your thighs. The kisses slowly creep up towards the juncture of your legs, maddeningly slow. His breath rustles the nest of hair there. Nothing.
Curiosity getting the better of you, you raise your head only to see his deep dark eyes staring back at you... waiting for you. As you make eye contact he plunges his tongue deep along your groove.
The shock of the pleasure sends you gasping for breath. You head falls back to the blanket. "Bastard..." you manage to gasp out. His rumbling chuckle is your only vocal reply, but his tongue flicks out again to dart along the sensitive flesh buried in the nest of hair.
You gasp again as he tongue finds your sweet spot. He flicks it expertly, sending waves of intense pleasure coursing through your veins.
He backs off a moment, leaving you moaning for more. His hand pushes your legs a little further apart and then brings your other leg up and over his shoulders. More kisses leave trails of fire along the inner surface of your thigh. You vocalize your desire with deep moans. He echoes them back as he once again buries his face between your legs.
You gasp slightly as he slides a finger along the edge of your opening. Again you feel a flood of moisture from between your legs. He murmurs into your nest of hair. The finger teases again at your opening before plunging deep inside you. His tongue works up a rhythm on your clit, sending more electricity shooting through your body.
"Ohhhh......yeessss....." you moan.
A second finger joins the first. His tongue increases the pace. Your hips begin to quiver.
"Pleeeeaasseeeee....." you beg.
A third finger thrusts its way into you. His lips clamp down on your clit, sucking and squeezing at it. Your hip buck against the dual sensations. You feel yourself floating higher and higher. The muscles in your legs quiver and jerk spasmodically.
In a flash, he is over you, covering you and completing you. He thrusts into your hot ready sheath in a single movement bringing white hot pleasure with his size. He claims your mouth with his own and the taste of you on his lips sends you even higher. His hair falls around your face, creating a canopy around you.
"Mmmmmm...so tight..." he moans into your open mouth. "Ohhhh.... so hot...."
You wrap your legs around his waist and buck your hips to meet his thrusts. Harder, deeper, higher you go. His moans rise to the level of shouts. The tendons and muscles in his neck and chest are taut and ropy. The veins at his temples stand out in relief.
When you feel you cannot possible live through this experience, an enormous wave of pleasure washes up and over you, flooding every nerve in your body. You feel your world, your existence collapse into this one tiny moment in a tiny space with this one act and this one man. Your body convulses with each passing wave of pleasure.
Distantly you hear Qui-Gon give voice to his climax as your body tightens around him. Each progressive wave of pleasure through your body tightens you around him, milking him for every drop. His hips buck one last time and a mighty groan explodes from his lips.
He collapses just off to one side of you and pulls you over with him, keep himself still locked tight within your body. His breath is hot and ragged on your ear. You lay like that for several minutes as your bodies cool and return to normal.
When he finally lets you down, he whispers in your ear, "That was marvelous......thank you....."
"No, I'm the one who should be thanking you for saving what may have been not just my honor, but my life," you whisper back.
He opens his eyes slowly. You never noticed how long and beautiful his eyelashes were before, or just how blue his eye were.
With a small thought to the growing chill, you pull at the edge of the blanket. Qui-Gon's long arm reaches over behind you and pulls the blanket up and over both of you. You snuggled up against him and tuck your head beneath his chin. His hand draws slow lazy patterns on your back.
A noise at the door jolts you out of your reverie. Obi-Wan walks through the door, carrying a sack under his arm. His face looks a touch flushed and you can tell he's trying hard not to look in your direction as he quickly scoots towards the kitchen.
"I didn't hear the motorcycle..." you whisper to Qui-Gon.
"Oh, Obi-Wan got back about 20 minutes ago...." he replies.
Realization dawned slowly, "You mean.....he's been....out there waiting.....for 20 minutes??"
Qui-Gon nuzzles your hair, "Mmmmm hhhhmmmm. Now.....try to get some rest....."
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