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It Was My Own Fault Really

 

by: Judy

 

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Rating: I would say its rated nc-17 or r

 

Disclaimers: Qui-Gon Jinn And Obi-Wan Kenobi are property of George Lucas and this is just for fun.

 

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It was my own fault really, the quickest and easiest way home is not necessarily the best one to take when you're over tired. Tereef had kept me an extra half shift to finish a rush job on a Dantoine freighter; boy was that drive a mess. By the time I was done it was 3 am easily.

      "I'll just take the quick way home, patrols are usually thin this late", I told myself, breaking my own rules. How many times had I reminded myself," take the longer safer way when I was tapped out".

      I was one block east of Barter St., when a patrol caught me. There are always three in these scum squads, they used to send the jackasses out in pairs until it got so they only came back 50% of the time. Now they send them in threes. The patrolmen lay in ambush behind a row of dumpsters. I was caught before I even saw them.

      "What are you doing out past curfew amigo "said, the senior of the three as his two minions gripped my arms tightly.

      I spit in his face. Not bad shot considering the darkness. Retribution was quick. My head snapped back from the backhanded blow to the jaw. Light and pain exploded in my head.

I didn't care; they were not going to do it again. I knew if I played nice, they would just beat me up. They would find out I wasn't a guy and patrols don't just beat-up girls. Sodomy and rape was just a start, the security forces were known to save all their creativity for these situations. I knew first hand. I had my way I'd be dead before the fun started.

I went limp forcing sub-goons one and two to take my weight. Bringing up my legs I kicked the head patrolman in his substantial gut. He didn't like it much. When he straightened up he had his blaster out and was quick to aim at my chest.

Here it comes I thought, bracing myself. Better dead than to have them take turns.

He must have seen something in my face.

"Bring the punk over here", he growled, indicating a streetlight at the end of the alley.

Shit, I thought, this is not going to happen.

Holstering his blaster the boss man took out a buck knife. Clutching the front of my jumpsuit he cut it away from neck to groin. As soon as he saw my breast binder he started laughing.

"I knew it, I knew it he", he crowed," A little girl".. Still laughing, he inserted the blade into my cleavage. Pulling the blade towards him, the binder split releasing my breasts.

"Very pretty, I see why you want to keep them to yourself ", he sniggered," They won't be when we're done but, you shouldn't have fought us, slut".

I tried to will myself elsewhere as he grabbed my breasts and lowered his mouth to them. Desperately, I dropped my mouth to the top of his head, biting as much hair and scalp as I could, I pulled with all my strength.

Howling he blindly punched me in the stomach. One of the dupes holding me savagely yanked my head back by my hair. Backing away clutching his bleeding scalp, he growled,

"We are going to teach you manners before you die".

Slowly he brought out the buck knife again. Using the flat of the blade he rubbed the knife across my breasts.

"These will make nice trophies, won't they boys", he said,

"But let's save that for last".

      Lifting the blade higher, he drew the point across my chest, leaving a crimson gash in its wake. It burnt like fire. I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from screaming.

      "Now, you are going to behave" he said, wiping blood off the blade onto my cheek and licking it.

      "Sweet ", He crooned.

      Dipping his fingers in the blood on my chest, he shoved his hand between my legs.

      "Lubricant ", He chuckled, inserting fingers inside me brutally.

Thrusting his fingers in more deeply in me, he used his free hand to open his pants.

      " Hurry up, I want some ", whined goon number two.

      "You'll wait your turn", snapped the boss, "hold her down on that crate".

      Dragging me roughly across the crate, they forced my shoulders down to its surface. My back was painfully arched, my toes barely touching the ground.

      Grunting, the lead patrolman shoved his cock into me. I brought my legs up around his gut.

Laughing he said,

      "You see, she wants it".

      Engrossed in his own pleasure, he didn't notice my knees shifting higher towards his shoulders. As soon as I sensed a shift in leverage, I pushed as hard as I could.

      Stumbling back, he tripped over his pants. The goons holding laughed as their senior roared in anger. Regaining his feet he once again took out his buck knife.

"Very funny, slut, I will teach to move when and how I want" he shouted hoarsely.

With one quick move he buried the blade of the buck knife into the top of my thigh. I screamed as I felt the knife bite into bone.

Grinning evilly, he pushed my legs apart once more and shoved his cock in. Grabbing the handle of the knife, he gave it a savage twist, as he thrust himself into me. Grunting and panting he slammed his cock into me again and again.

I could not stop screaming.

"See ", he gloated "now she'll behave".

My world was a gray haze of pain. I wanted to be strong, be brave but my mind craved the release of unconsciousness. I no longer could tell where one pain ended and another started.

"Let the girl go", a deep voice penetrated my fog of pain.

Two robed figures stepped from the mouth of the alley.

The patrolmen released my arms, staring stupidly. Engrossed in his impending climax the lead patrolman took longer to realize something was wrong. Turning, he assessed the new arrivals.

"They're just two more pieces of trash breaking curfew," he screamed in fury, "shoot them".

Drawing their blasters goons one and two took aim at the robed figures. Lightsabers appeared in the newcomer's hands.

"Shoot them", shrieked the leader of the patrol, his voice rising in panic.

Fools, I thought as they fired their blasters at what was now revealed as Jedi. The two patrolmen hit the ground dead or dying, moments later. Their shots deflected back at them. The Jedi slowly approached the lightsabers in their hands slicing the dark. The remaining patrolman stood transfixed, his pants still around his knees.

"There is no need for you to shoot", the taller Jedi said quietly, lifting his hand in a subtle gesture.

"There is no need for me to shoot", murmured the lead patrolman.

Fumbling with his pants, the patrolman started at the bodies of his fallen comrades.

"Hey, wait a minute" he said hesitantly, drawing his blaster.

"There's been an accident", the Jedi gestured again.

He's not going to go for it, I said to myself, trying to move out of the line of fire.

Trembling with fear, the patrolman fired. Again the bolt was deflected back to blast the shooter. I prayed that patrolman was thick enough to absorb the blast. Unscathed, I watched my rapist slump to the ground.

"His fear was great, Master", the shorter Jedi observed.

Turning off their lightsabers they drew near.

"How badly are you hurt", the one addressed as master asked.

"Not enough to keep me from getting the hell out of here"

I grunted as I pulled the knife from my leg. Tearing a strip from my mutilated coverall, I bound my wound. Closing the still dirty knife I slipped it in my pocket.

"Not that I'm not grateful but, this place is going to be swarming with more idiots with blasters as soon as these stiffs fail to report in".

Gingerly sliding to my feet, I tested my injured leg. Catching me as I started to fall, the Jedi Master said,

"That looks like a bad wound I doubt you'll be able to walk on it".

"Do you know somewhere safe close by?"

The comm on one of the corpses issued a garbled string of chatter.

"Master", the other Jedi whispered urgently.

"If you don't mind helping me again, my home is nearby we'll be safe there ", I cut in.

Nodding silently, a Jedi on either side we took off across the square. Following my directions soon we were at my door. Keying the lock I opened the door. In the distance, sirens began to shrill.

"The space is tight I'm afraid", I apologized.

"No problem, Obi-wan the door", the Master said picking me up.

Once in side my cramped hallway, the door safely locked behind us, I indicated the dimly lit room to the right at the end of the long hall. The one called Obi-Wan in the lead, we entered the room. Thumbing the light switch, my small kitchen came into view.

Quickly I said, "Put me on the table".

" Hit that switch by the window Obi-Wan, it's a storm shutter. It will block the light to the alley behind. Master Jedi; please close those curtains in the hall as well. That will block the light to the street. ", I said, pointing.

"The security forces will begin a sweep of the neighborhood shortly", I continued, "They don't have much tech but the do have infrared scanners. The scanners only have a range of about twenty or twenty-five feet. They can't reach the kitchen or the bathroom next door."

"You've done this before", said Obi-Wan smiling for the first time.

"Obi-Wan", the Master warned.

"No it's alright"; I said easing myself back against the kitchen wall, hissing with pain.

"Everyone in Oldtown has had to do it at some point. Word gets around. The Security Forces know about the gap in their coverage, but they won't dare come in blind. They've lost too many men that way."

"My name is Livia Rundahl, friends call me Livi. Thank-you for saving my life. Anything I have is yours", I said, Giving the best bow I could, being seated.

"It was our pleasure Livi, I am Qui-Gon Jinn and this is my apprentice Obi-Wan Kenobi. Now, we really ought to have a look at that leg and the cut on your chest."

The pain in the rest of my body and our rush from the scene had made forget the slash on my chest. Looking down at the remains of my coverall, I was embarrassed to see that I owed what claims to decency I could make to blood. Blood from the wound on my chest cloaked my nakedness, aided by the inadequate shreds of the coverall glued to my skin by the same.

"Do you have a medi-kit, ours are inadequate for injuries like these, I fear ".

"Under the sink in the bathroom", I said pointing to the wall behind me with my thumb, "There's a robe behind the door too, please".

"I'll get them, Master"; Obi-Wan volunteered, squeezing past Qui-Gon.

Taking one of the three kitchen chairs, Qui-Gon sat at the table by my knees and began to unwind the makeshift dressing I had applied.

"You've lost a lot of blood", The Master murmured. "It's not a clean cut".

I was amazed at the gentleness of his touch, as he delicately peeled away the blood-soaked remnant. The wound was still bleeding although it had slowed. On the surface it was about two to three inches long and from having seen the knife, it was at least three to four deep. Damn the bastard, I thought, that's going to take some time to heal.

Obi-Wan bustled in with the kit handing it to his master.

"You might want to hold off putting on this ", he held up my robe. "Until you're cleaned up. You'll get blood all over it. I brought a towel from the bathroom, that should make you feel less exposed". Handing me the towel, he averted his eyes, edging by Qui-Gon to take a seat at the far end of the small table.

"Thank you Padawan", Quo-Gon spoke absently handing Obi-Wan a fist full of blood soaked material and opening the kit.

Seeing Obi-Wan casting about for someplace to put the bloody rag, "There is a disposal unit behind you", I offered. I felt a little more decent with the towel over me.

"Don't start it, It will be heard and there will be more to be added shortly", Qui-Gon warned examining the contents of the medi-kit.

Outside the sounds of the Security Force's sweep could be heard.

I gasped with pain as Qui-Gon began cleaning the wound.

"This will hurt I'm afraid", he apologized, as he continued working.

" If you don't mind, why were you out past curfew?" inquired Obi-Wan.

Why were you, I thought. Although there probably was no point in asking, they just wouldn't tell me. They did save me from a very messy terminal situation, I owed them an explanation and it would distract me from what Qui-Gon was doing. That's no doubts why the younger Jedi asked.

"I work evening shift at the port as a mechanic, if I want to get home after work I have to break curfew", I volunteered.

"There must be many violators then?" Obi-Wan ventured.

Shaking my head, I replied," Most of the beings that work there live in designated housing north of the port. The curfew only applies to the Oldtown section of the city; the powers that be consider it a lawless ghetto."

"The resistance", Qui-Gon said to Obi-wan, taking the wound sealer from the kit.

Undeterred Obi-Wan asked, "Why do you choose to live here?"

"This is my family's home, I was born here in the back bedroom ", I explained, " I like Oldtown. Besides I've worked at the port for six years now and this is the first time I've been caught."

"Apparently, it only takes once", Obi-Wan commented dryly.

"Why don't you make tea for us Obi-Wan, I'm sure we could all use some ", Qui-Gon said glaring at his apprentice. "There that's the leg done, just let me put on this dressing. It hasn't swelled too badly but with a deep injury like this you have to be careful. Now let's see the chest wound."

It sounded like the sweep had reached my street. The patrolmen doing the house to house scanning were make a lot of noise, insuring that they warned any ne'er-do-wells well in advance.

"The tea's above the cooker and the cups are in the cupboard next to it", I told Obi-Wan as he filled the kettle.

As gentle and kind as the older Jedi had been, I felt reluctant to lower the towel, which covered me from breasts to groin. Idiot, I silently chastised myself, He saved you and he and his apprentice carried you through half of Oldtown nearly naked.

Standing, Qui Gon took the top edge of the towel in his hands and peeled it back. Leaving the majority of my breasts covered. He started to clean the long gash that ran the width of my chest. As if sensing my thoughts the Master Jedi quietly tried to reassure me.

"This wound although long, is not nearly serious as the other one. It's a nice clean cut and fairly shallow. This won't take long at all." He continued carefully removing blood and shreds of blood-stiffened coverall.

Obi-Wan silently placed a cup of tea near his Master and another within my reach. Picking up a cup for himself he retreated to the end of the small table and resumed his seat.

"Where is your family, working night shift at the port?" Obi-Wan asked cocking an eyebrow.

"They're dead" I answered quietly. Before I could continue Qui-Gon spoke,

"You will apologize Obi-Wan".

I held up my hand, cutting off Obi-Wan's words," You aren't psychic, at least I hope not".

"I'm still sorry", Obi-wan said contritely, "I did not mean to cause you pain".

"It happened a few years ago", I told him, trying to keep my voice light, "It is not a fresh wound".

"Nevertheless", said Qui-Gon.

"There nearly done, the wound is sealed and all it needs is a dressing." The Master Jedi rummaged through the medi-kit.

I picked up my tea and took a swallow of the hot liquid, to cover a strange sense of confusion I felt. I didn't want Qui-Gon to be done. I wanted him close to me. My heart seemed to beat stronger when he was near. It's probably gratitude I thought, trying to banish the feeling.

For a longtime I had not wanted anyone near me. The only other time I had been caught by a patrol I had been a child; it had not made any difference to them. They had a standard policy; women, girls and even some boys were raped, men and most boys were merely beaten senseless. That is if you didn't try to resist. My older brother had been with me. Edo had resisted. He had tried to stop them from raping me. He had died trying. A twelve-year-old boy doesn't stand much of a chance against blasters.

Completing the care of my wounds Qui-Gon push the detritus of bloody gauze and used materials toward Obi-Wan. Turning towards the sink he began to wash his hands.

"Put those in the disposal unit will you Padawan".

Obi-Wan gingerly reached to comply.

"If you could help me to the bathroom I'll take care of this coverall and take a shower." I said briskly, "There are pillows and blankets in the top of the bedroom closet. You can bed down in the front room. Although it is almost dawn, the patrols will be doubled and still on high alert. You might as well get some sleep."

Sliding from the table I balanced on my good leg. I clutched the wall to remain upright. Qui-Gon was instantly at my side, placing my arm across his shoulders. Easing me into the bathroom he spoke,

"A shower is not a good idea, you've lost a lot of blood and combined with the hot water you will surely faint. Obi-Wan or I can help you get out of those rags and cleaned up. It won't be any problem. You just sit here and we'll get some wet towels".

"No", I said adamantly," I am going to take a shower by myself. Don't worry I'll be fine. I have to clean the filth off where those bastards touched me. I can't stand it. Just had me my robe and close the door. I will be ok".

I pushed his hands away.

"Go".

Qui-Gon turned and leaning out of the bathroom, he picked up the robe where Obi-Wan had draped it across a kitchen chair. Handing me the robe he knelt beside me. Gently he cupped my chin in his hand. He searched my face for a long moment. Releasing me he stood abruptly.

"As you wish". With that he turned and leaving the bathroom, he closed the door. I heard him enter the kitchen and resume his seat. He and Obi-Wan conversed quietly. I could not make out what was being said. I had meant every word I had said; yet irrationally I was sad Qui-Gon had complied.

Sitting up straight I eased the coverall off my shoulders, pulling the towel down with it. The coverall was a total loss, I thought as I eased it under my hips. Bending down I pulled my boots and socks off. I kicked the coverall into a corner.

I can do this I told myself firmly, I had to. Along with the memories of Edo, feelings of guilt and shame had come flooding back I had promised myself I would never let them get me again. Edo had died trying to protect me; the least I could do was take care of myself. I had let fatigue cloud my judgement. If not for the Jedi, it would have happened all over again only I would have died at the end this time.

      For once I was glad that this bathroom was so small. I leaned over and slid the right hand shower door open and turned on the hot water. Standing with difficulty, I managed to fall towards the wall opposite me. Sliding the left shower door open I was able to hop in the shower on my good leg.

      The hot water felt wonderful. Closing my eyes I rested against the wall of the shower, I was so tired.

      When I came to I was on the floor of the shower. I could see a large silhouette through the shower door. Sliding it open he reached down to pick me up.

      "No", I whimpered, "Go away". Feebly I tried to squeeze myself farther from the door and hide my face in my hands.

      "It's me Qui-Gon, Livi, I won't hurt you". Slowly he lowered himself to his knees outside the shower. Sitting back on his heels he made no attempt to touch me.

      " Do you remember what happened?" he asked his voice barely audible above the spray. "Please let me help you".

      After a second the memories came back in a rush. I was mortified, how could I have mistaken him for a rapist. More than ever I wanted to be alone. Hot tears joined the hot spray from the shower.

      "Go away", I sobbed.

      He silently stood and slid the door shut. Uncovering my eyes I saw him through the hazy glass, turn away from the door. Good I thought, I'll just lay here a minute or two until I get my strength back.

      In the hallway I heard Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon arguing.

Obi-Wan spoke his voice hard, "You warned her. She is an adult, albeit a foolish one. She doesn't want our help".

      "Obi-Wan", the Jedi Master's voice had a note of disappointment in it. " Open yourself to the living force. Do you think tonight is the first time she has been raped? It is a episode from her past that has hold of her now."

"We can use the force to convince her to let us get her out of there", said Obi-Wan hopefully.

      "No Padawan", Qui-Gon continued," Even if we could get through to her in this state it would be another form of rape. I won't be party to such a violation."

      Obi-Wan's exasperation was evident as his voice became slightly louder.

      "Master, she has refused our help, we cannot use the force to change her mind and we cannot leave her there; what can we do?"

      "Livi objected to my control of the situation", as Qui-Gon spoke his voice became fainter. I could no longer hear what was said. They were moving away down the hall.

      Reconciled to my impromptu bed on the floor of the shower, I found myself lazily watching the pattern of shower spray hitting the door. I'll drown or my strength will return and I'll wash, I thought muzzily.

      A silhouette once more appeared on the other side of the door. Sliding open the door Qui-Gon stood before me naked except for a groin covering. His face a neutral mask, he carefully lifted me to a standing position and entered the shower. Holding me upright, he stood with his body at right angles to mine.

      It took several moments for my vision to clear. Qui-Gon waited patiently, supporting my full weight. When my head cleared it was to find the Jedi's face inches from mine. Holding up the soap he quietly asked,

      "What do you want me to wash first?"

      Searching his face for any hint of laughter, I said,

" My face".

      Wordlessly, he brushed my wet hair aside and began to delicately lather my face.

      "Sorry", he said, when even his gentle touch on my bruised jaw made me wince. Leaning me into the spray, he rinsed the lather off.

" Next?"

      Dropping my gaze, I opened my mouth. My heart hammered in my chest. Don't make me say it, I silently begged, willing him to understand. Seconds ticked by. Then I felt a soapy finger tentatively enter my mouth. Soon that finger was joined by another, as he tenderly and thoroughly cleaned around teeth and tongue. Done, he rinsed my mouth in the spray.

      "Breasts, arms", I breathed, my heartbeat expanding to make my whole body throb.

His large hand worked soap down my arms in long strokes. I could feel the stirrings of desire as the throbbing pulse settled in my groin. His hand moved to my breast, cupping it protectively. The muscles of my lower abdomen clenched in pleasure. Seemingly oblivious to the continuing effect he finished bathing one then the other.

Waves of desire and pleasure vied with each other, as I was overwhelmed with new sensations. I became aware of his heart beating in time with my own.

Did Jedi fuck I wondered. Do I fuck; the thought bubbled up unbiddened. A ripple of hysteria flowed over me. Impulsively I laid my hand on the nape of Qui-Gon's neck.

Looking up quizzically, his eyes met mine. I blushed, feeling my thoughts exposed under his gaze. Breaking eye contact and returning to his task, he worked the soap over my stomach.

The pulsing waves were making it hard to think, as they became stronger the lower his hand went. Skirting my pubic hair he cleaned the outsides of my thighs. Pausing when he had finished, his face on the level of my navel, his hand hovered over my sex.

"Yes, between my legs", I some how managed to say, the huskiness in my voice betraying me. I spread my legs to make room for his hand. He caressed my inner thighs his hand working up to my sex. My pelvis tilted towards him in an involuntary expression of my desire. He soaped my pubic hair next, his fingers starting to explore. Tenderly he inserted his index finger between my labia. He lathered each fold of my sex, bringing me to the edge of ecstasy.

"Inside", I tried not to beg.

Penetrating my vagina with first one soapy finger, then a second, he triggered my first climax as he moved his hand back and forth. Internal spasms grasped at his fingers, as I felt my body tremble.

I lowered my head to kiss his shoulder, unable to resist any longer. Qui-Gon grew very still, his fingers still inside me. Lips brushed my erect clitoris. A groan escaped me, my hips seeking to push his fingers deeper.

Removing his hand, he stood. His arms clasping me in an embrace. I felt his erection press into my stomach.

"You owe me nothing", his lips whispered in my ear.

"All you've been through tonight".

"I want you", I murmured into the curve of his neck.

His lips sought mine kissing me almost chastely at first. Kiss deepening, his tongue claimed my mouth, mimicking my desires for his cock.

Blindly, Qui-Gon reached behind him shutting off the water. Opening the shower door he grabbed a towel. Still supporting part of my weight he wrapped it around me. Easing us both out into the bathroom, he sat me down and reached for a towel for himself.

Leaning forward I laid my cheek against his cock. I had never wanted to be this close to a man before. I wanted to devour him and I wanted him to devour me.

For a moment his strong hands cradled my face, savoring the pressure, only the wet cloth of his groin covering separating us. Stepping back from me, he removed the last barrier.

Deftly dodging a caress, he wrapped a towel around his waist. Bending down he captured my hands, kissing them he said,

"Patience, Livi".

Effortlessly, he picked me up. Threading his way through to the bedroom, he lay me down on the bed. Kneeling next to the bed he leaned over me. Hungrily his mouth closed over mine, his hands uncovering my breasts. Moaning I arch my back pushing my breasts towards him. My hands roving over his skin, trying to touch all of him. The waves coursing through me are too powerful to be a mere heartbeat, they consume me.

Qui-Gon moves to lie on top of me. Nibbling his way down, he nuzzles my breasts. He eases his legs between mine. Eagerly I raise my knees spreading my legs. The tip of his penis kisses the entrance to my vagina.

"Please", I gasp wanting him inside me.

Slowly he thrusts his cock into me. My hips buck against him driving him deeper. I feel the power course through me resonating with his rhythm.

He reclaims my mouth, echoing and reinforcing the pulsing flow of energy. His urgency catches up with mine. The thrusts harder, deeper, until bone meets bone. Still he tries to drive his cock farther, holding me tightly, pushing at the apex to take more of me. Breaking the kiss, he grunts with exertion.

Biting, I delight in the textures of him; soft earlobe, hard ticklely jaw, firm lips. I sample all I can reach. Finally I strive just to exist as orgasmic waves rend my body.

Fast approaching ecstasy, he lifts himself up. His gaze locks mine.

I feel sure he feels the same waves of power as his body shudders. His penis spasms pouring his seed into me as his eyes pour his soul into mine.

We cling to each other as energy ebbs to a background hum. He shifts as if to lie next to me.

"No", I whisper, "I want to feel your full weight on me. If its not to uncomfortable".

"Livi", he smiles," I'm nearly twice your weight. It won't be uncomfortable for me but it will hurt you". Lowering his lips he kisses the dressing on my chest.

"Qui-Gon please, my wounds aren't hurting at all. I promise to tell you if they start. It just feels so good". I kiss his temple.

"I have your promise", he sighs his head snuggling into my shoulder. He pulls a blanket over both of us and relaxes into me.

"Now rest ", he murmurs.

If he says more I don't hear it as I slip into sleep.

 

 

I wake, the morning sun shining on my face. We haven't moved, I assume Qui-Gon is asleep. His body warms every part of me. His spent penis twitches, still inside me. Desire blooms. I trace the line of his shoulder with my tongue. Another twitch, I kiss the corner of his mouth. My fingertips glide over the muscles as they come to rest on the small of his back. A stronger spasm brings his cock semi-erect and it pushes itself deeper.

      Qui-Gon bites my earlobe tenderly, Finding my breasts His hands kneading the soft flesh, he lifts his face to mine kissing me. Surrendering my lips he, he moves down my body kissing as he goes. He withdraws his now hard cock from me. Moaning I try to slide on to him. Shifting his grip he denies me my goal.

Holding me tightly, he kisses my breasts. He teases a nipple with his tongue. I squirm beneath him as my desire becomes urgent. Taking the hard bud into his mouth, he sucks slow and strong. I ride the waves of pleasure, the rising energy making me frantic. With sure fingers he finds the hard knot of my clitoris. I can't keep silent as a climax rips through me. The Jedi smothers my cries with kisses.

I lie transfixed, his thumb rubbing my clit with hard circles. Slowly he slips his index finger deep inside me. Moaning I bite his chin, his jaw. Another finger joins the first. Thrusting relentlessly, he forces me toward another peak. My hips rock tied to the rhythm of his hand. My body yearns for him to enter me.

"Fuck me ", I say into his neck.

Smiling he lifts his face looking into my eyes.

"Beautiful Livi, so impatient".

I bite his mouth. Chuckling he moves his face out of reach. He lowers his face, mouth joining his busy hand. Teeth worrying tender flesh, the pulsing force within me stops my breath. Lifting his fingers to my lips he paints them. Enjoying the taste of our mingled essences, I try to suck his fingers. Slipping his hand away, he licks his fingers clean, grinning at my disappointment, before letting me suck them. I suck greedily, trapping his hand in mine. I close my eyes savoring this lesser penetration.

Lips leave a scorching trail on my face and neck. Freeing his hand, he replaces his fingers with his tongue. Strong hands envelope my buttocks squeezing roughly. My hips buck uncontrolled, desperate. I strain to pull his much larger frame higher. His rock hard cock plays along the inside my thighs. The head slick with need draws feverish designs on skin.

Ending my torment he enters me. At once too much and not enough. Pushing in and out he works more of his penis into me. Knees high I try to help. Easing his arms around my back he grabs my shoulders for better purchase. His strokes get harder pounding flesh against flesh. I shudder, the orgasmic ripples taking over. He fights for control, as his own climax rocks him. I lick drops of sweat from his beard as he collapses onto me.

Moving to lie beside me, he works to catch his breath. Turning, I seek more salty rivulets across his throat and chest.

"So good", I chase down the moisture with featherlight touches of my tongue. Qui-Gon relaxes closing his eyes.

"Mmm".

I reach a nipple the small rosette hardening under my Lips. Nibbling, I feel his chest arching against my mouth. I run my fingertips down his chest to his stomach. Catching my hand, he brings it to lips. Kissing, he murmurs,

"I doubt that another erection is possible".

"I just want to play, I'll stop if you want me to", I said quietly, searching his face.

"Play", he smiled, kissing and releasing my hand. I lightly trace the edge of his ribs, following my fingers nipping. Running his fingers through my hair, he twists exposing more of himself to my ministrations. I leave a trail of kisses across tender flesh, pausing at his navel to insert a stiffened tongue. Muscles quiver as a moan escapes the Master Jedi. I softly bite the ridges beneath the skin. Sucking the crest of his hip, I caress skin inside his thighs.

"Livi", he hisses, his hips thrusting of their own accord. The line from hip to groin fascinates me, tongue exploring. Penis lolls, irresistible. I allow a small kiss on the velvet head. Burying my face between cock and balls I drink him in. Qui-Gon's large hand cradles the nape of my neck in encouragement. Smilingly, I lick his scrotum skin moving at the touch. I take one of the sensitive globes into my mouth sucking gently.

"Force", he mutters his hips restive. Both balls draw up snugly against his shaft. Running tongue the length of his responding cock I nuzzle the ridge of flesh below the smooth crown. I lay, my lips grazing the head. Thrusting he seeks entry. Penis pushes past pursed lips, evoking waves of pleasurable heat from my sex. My pelvis bucking, I suck. Embracing buttocks, I drive more of his length in my mouth. Fists clench trying not to choke me. Sucking harder, I arch my neck forcing cock deeper. His torso is rigid with need. Rhythm rocks me as I plunge his cock in and out.

Quickly I withdraw my mouth. His penis tries to follow.

"Do you want it Jedi?" I tease.

"Livi," he roars, trying to keep his voice low.

"Patience Qui-Gon ", I whisper claiming his mouth. Growling, he rolls pinning me beneath. He slams himself into me grunting with effort. Ecstasy vies with the force of his thrust leaving me senseless.. Orgasm rules his rhythm, his cries muffled against my throat. Semen fills me.

Dazed we bask in the sun from the window. Slow kisses wreath my face. Glued together with ejaculate and sweat we fall into a doze.

 

Qui-Gon stiffens pulling away. Startled, I look for the disturbance. Obi-Wan filled the doorway with disapproval. The Jedi Master shifted to screen me from the younger man.

"Yes Padawan?", Qui-Gon asked not bothering to look.

"Master, our mission", Obi-Wan ventured.

"While important our mission is not time sensitive".

The apprentice nodded, "Yes Master".

"Obi-Wan please make tea and see if you can find some breakfast for us all".

"Don't you mean lunch, my Master?" Obi-Wan asked with a sly smile.

"Now, Obi-Wan".

Without a word Obi-Wan stalked from the room.

"I should help him ", I say sitting.

"No, you shouldn't", Qui-Gon examined my bandages. 'I'll want to take a look at those wounds before we go."

"After last night I would expect more bleeding", he continued ruefully, thumb smoothing the worry lines from my brow gently.

"Now don't worry, let's get some clothes on you and I'll help you into the kitchen", he wrapped last night's towel around his waist. Soon, clad in a big thick night shirt, I was deposited in a seat at the kitchen table.

"See that she stays off that leg, Padawan", Qui Gon threw over his shoulder heading for the shower.

"Yes Master", Obi-Wan's voice carefully neutral.

In a small voice I told the apprentice where he could find the breakfast things. The Jedi gave me a curt nod. I kept blushing every time I thought about the image his master and I had presented. There's nothing for it but to clear the air.

"I'm sorry that your are angry about last".

He whirled on me cutting off my words;

"Look, he's my Master. I go where he goes, I do what he says. I'm not angry with you and I'm not allowed to be mad at him." I could feel the anger radiating off him.

"I don't know much about Jedi", I started.

"That's right you don't", he advanced on me, "I'll bet you didn't know you slept with two Jedi last night".

"What?" I stammer not sure which was more frightening, his words or the intensity with which he said them. He squatted down in front of me. Spreading my legs he thrust his chest between them.

"I felt everything you did to Qui-Gon, every touch, every lick, every suck."

"How", I squeaked. His face inches from mine, eyes boring into me.

"We have a bond", he said darkly ,

"Only I couldn't hold you in my arms. It wasn't my cock pumping inside you." His hands slid up my inner thighs roughly caressing them. Hands on his shoulders I struggled to keep his lips from my own. Lips barely touching mine he hissed,

" Nobody asked me if I wanted to fuck you, I was along for the ride". His mouth closed over mine, tongue fighting for entry.

Suddenly free, I see Obi-Wan fly across the small space to crash into the cupboards.

"That's enough Padawan", Qui-Gon's voice steel, " If you have a problem you take it up with me. Get up and apologize".

Regaining his feet, face red the younger Jedi mumbled,

"Sorry". He Threw himself in the chair at the end of the table.

"Did you tell her that our bond is voluntary? That you could have severed the connection at any time and you resisted when I tried to shield you from it ?" Qui-Gon continued moving to stand in front of me.

Obi-Wan glared at master as he countered, "I didn't know what you were going to do. I woke up flooded with sensations , I couldn't stop it. It was sucking the force from my body . It felt so good, I tried to make myself stop but I couldn't". His head sank into his hands.

"Padawan", the Master Jedi sighed , " I'm sorry, I felt no distress coming over our link. I thought it was just a harmless bit of voyeurism". He put his arm around Obi-Wan's shoulders comforting him.

Anger and self-loathing fought for dominance on his tear streaked face.

"Like you would have noticed", he spat.

Qui-Gon straightened,

"This was a new situation for us both. We will be better prepared should it happen again. Go now and wash your face. We will discuss it later. When you are done go do a meditation exercise in the front room."

"Which one?", Obi-Wan asked numbly, rising to his feet.

"You choose", the Master said softly, guiding him from the room. I averted my eyes as they squeezed past me.

I felt like I'd been through a maelstrom, I was still shaking. I felt Qui-Gon come up behind me. His large hands rested on my shoulders. Bending down he kissed my neck .

      "I'm responsible for this", he continued kissing, "I did not anticipate Obi-Wan's reaction or my own. I couldn't resist you."

      I turned burying my face in his chest. He put his arms around me and hugged me tight. After a time he slowly let me go. Searching my face he asked,

      "Are you alright, Livi?"

      I nodded silently. Leaning forward his lips found mine. I felt I shouldn't but it was so damn good. Finally I broke away.

      "Obi-Wan", I whispered. Qui-Gon smiled.

      "Safely meditating and I believe totally screened. What shall we do first? Check your wounds or start our much delayed breakfast".

      "Wounds", I say, " They feel fine but you won't let me do anything until you do".

      "I seem to remember letting you do lots of things", he eased the hem of my nightgown up over my dressing. He slowly pealed back the dressing. He grew still.

      "Come on let me see it. It can't be that bad." I smile.

      He lifted his head and sat back, his face unreadable. I glanced down. There was a pale pink scar. A scar? It happened less than twenty four hours ago. It looked years old. I had heard many stories about the Jedi in my life, but none like this. I raised my gaze to Qui-Gon.

      "Thank you Master Jedi", I choked, it seem unreal. He looked serious, not happy at all. Obi-Wan materialized in the door way lightsaber in hand.

      "Yes Master, What's wrong?"

      Qui-Gon lifted me onto the table. The younger man leaned over to examine the scar, restoring his weapon. They both stood like sculpture. I stared from one to the other,

      " What's the problem, you did this right? I didn't know you did this kind of thing but I'm happy with it".

      Qui-Gon met my eyes,

      "I didn't do this. All Jedi have some use of the Force for healing. Some are quite gifted. I have never been overly gifted in this way. I have never heard of any Jedi who could do this".

      He removed the chest dressing next. It was the same story, a pale pink line was all that remained. He ran a finger along the scar his eyes closed. Opening his eyes he continued seriously,

"Our meeting was obviously the work of the Force. Although untrained the Force is strong with you. I don't know what this means and our mission does not permit further investigations", the elder Jedi continued. "I cannot help but think that the Force will reveal the meaning in the fullness of time. We must be patient".

I was numb. The rest of the time with the Jedi seemed a blur. Too soon they were preparing to leave. Obi-Wan stood and cleared the table. Silently I watched them, trying to memorize every line of their faces, their bodies.

"Padawan, please go fetch our robes and wait by the door", Qui-Gon stood. I stood as well. Obi-Wan quietly slipped past and headed for the front room. After his apprentice left he took me in his arms. He kissed my forehead and then took my mouth. He was so damn tall, I stood on tiptoe deepening the kiss. His tongue responded enthusiastically. I wanted to stay like that forever. Finally he lifted his mouth from mine. Holding me tightly he whispered in my ear,

" I wish I could have stayed longer. I'll miss you."

" Me too", I murmur into his neck.

He kissed my ear, continuing,

" Force willing we'll meet again soon".

Then we were moving up the hall. Obi-Wan stood silently by the door. Handing his Master his robe, he turned to me.

"I'm very sorry for what occurred", he said softly," goodbye, the Force be with you".

Qui-Gon donned his robe and kissed me on the cheek.

"The Force be with you, Livi. Be safe".

And they were gone. As I watched them walk away through to small window in the door, I tried to tell myself that I would never see them again. Better not to hope. But, as I turned from the door, I knew it wasn't true.