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Tales of Rent a Jedi:

You and the Dark Master

By Sheri Dargin

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Rating: NC-17 in a romantic hot, smutty kind of way.

Story type: ABH, PWP with a point. Kind of a continuation from the round robin that was posted earlier. A tad bit of Angst. Just a little.

Disclaimer: George, I know you have this thing about your intellectual property rights--which is why you sue everybody in sight who even thinks about infringement. But believe you--me. I am broke. I've got no money and no intention of stealing your idea. I totally love the world you've created and can't wait for the next two movies. Why would I bite the hand that feeds my smut fantasies? So you do your thing, I'll do mine. And we'll all be happy.

Feedback: Yes please. Both Good and Bad is accepted. I'm a frustrated wannabe professional writer but because I hang out too much on the net...my dreams may never come to fruition. This is my first time with angst though... so be gentle. :)

Summary: This is after the big benefit party thrown at the Rent- A-Jedi. As was before, you and Qui-Gon Djinn are mutually exclusive and he has decided to escort you back to the hotel. Of course he stays <blush> <grin>. But there's something he's not telling you.

You finish dressing for bed, giving your hair one last brush through. You can't help but think about Qui-Gon's behavior and those words that Siduri Archanes muttered to you just before she left with Ulic the sith lord. Her hiss plays in your mind over and over again.... "Looks can be deceiving Gabrielle. Is your Master who he claims to be?"

You shiver involuntarily. It didn't matter what she said, you and Qui-Gon are together and that's all that mattered. Still at the party, it seemed like he had something to say. He hinted in his own way that he would speak of it again at some later date but when that was only he knew.

Little one," Qui-Gon's deep voice tinted with his cultured inner system accent stirred you from your thoughts.

"Yes." You ask turning around from the vanity. You gaze at him. He stands before you, semi-wet direct from the shower. His complimentary hotel silk boxers cling to the narrow of his strong hips which accentuate all that is his lean and muscular torso.

"Comb my hair." He says handing you a large tooth comb.

You stand up and walk over to the plush sofa and sit on the edge of the seat. You open your legs and beckon him to sit down.

"Music." He sighs. A soothing tune flows out from the speakers imbedded in the walls. Qui-Gon stretches out his long powerful legs and leans back.

"Did you condition my love?"

"Mmmm hmmm.." He answers with closed eyes.

Qui-Gon Djinn leans back into the comfortable crevice that your legs create. You gather his damp ginger colored mane in your hands and begin to comb the very ends. You are gentle in your manner, careful not to split the hair shafts. Not that he cares so much, but you do. As your strokes become longer and longer, his hair naturally begins to air dry. You notice there is more grey in it than before.

"I think your greying more." You tease.

"Only since I've met you." He replies, licks his lips and sighs. His eyes are closed, obviously enjoying your touch and the soothing music.

You grin jovially. (Always a sucker for his teasing.) As his hair dries more, gentle waves form at the ends. You part his hair to one side discovering a spot of dampness and begin combing a new. You hum softly along with the music feeling a contentment shroud you.

//It must be Qui-Gon// You muse feeling completely serene. Something you only feel in his presence when he's this relaxed.

He lifts your leg and kisses the soft underskin of your calf.

You continue combing, leaning his head forward as you take a long stroke from the top of his head to the back of his neck. He moans with satisfaction. You place your leg over his shoulder this time moving his head the side as you began stroking anew.

His hand begins long lazy caresses of the leg that's over his shoulder. The smoothness of your freshly shaved leg and the callouses on his hands makes the nerve tingle underneath your sensitive skin.

You gather his hair in your hand, and comb underneath catching a few kinks along the way. His hair is just about dry. He takes your same leg, kisses it and then gives it a short lick. You close your eyes enjoying his touch.

"My love I am finished." You say placing the comb on the sofa next to you.

He leans forward and stands up. He is the epitome of love, sex and power— all six-feet four inches of him. Qui-Gon Djinn stares down at you. His hair (minus the usual leather tie) cascades in front of his face.

"Come." He offers his hand, "Time for bed."

Your legs are anchored around his hips as his stiff penis drives in and out of you. He and your labored breaths echo around the room. The sheets from the bed are splayed haphardly, dangling near the floor.

The head board bangs against the wall just as you gasp-- his length touching your cervix once again, doing it's best to enter. "Unh.. unh.." He grunts into you.

Your petite body is dwarfed by his massive frame. All you can see is his chest, though you know his face wears a wrenched expression just as yours. You wrap your arms around his back and grind your hips into him. The desire to see his face grows in you, so is the need for another orgasm.

//I need to see you.// You project to him.

He continues to thrust in you and then stops. Qui-Gon bends downward to kiss you. And swiftly rolls over putting you on top. "Lights." You bark and the lamp next to your bed turns on illuminating the room and showing his sweat sheened face. The Master's thick cock is still deeply penetrated in your body. His large hands clamp on to your hips emphasizing that he is going to remain that way.

"I'm not going anywhere." You say breathlessly gazing into his beautiful blue eyes. In them you can see a longing. As if there something wrong. You scratch his beard and lean forward kissing his nipples.

"Ummm." He responds and releases his grip somewhat.

You straighten just as he adjusts his position. He runs his fingers through your hair and stares intensely into your eyes. You can feel his mind probing yours-- searching for something. Qui-Gon leans forward enveloping your mouth in a wet kiss you hungrily receive. You grind your hips into his feeling him stiffen in you even more.

"Unnnnhhhh.." You moan and sigh feeling your arousal grow. His hips begin to pump. You rise and fall into him. You moan again, feeling your mind swirl. You lean backward this time hearing him growl.

You wonder why you asked to be on top, it drives your mind to goo everytime.

You continue to ride his stalk that is stiff as a rod. Your breathing becomes labored and you close your eyes tight. His hand reaches for your erect clit rubbing it just so. It drives you wild causing you to bounce up and down savagely. Your vaginal muscles constrict around his large member causing you to scream your climax. You collapse forward.

As your mind clears you feel him stroking your hair. You realize he still hasn't come. In spite of your exhaustion you are determined to feel him come inside you. But your so wet now it may take even longer.

You straighten and feel his mind probing yours.

//Can I trust you?// His eyes implore.

You take his hand and kiss his palm. //Yes. Always.//

He rolls over. This time he's on top. He exits you to look in your eyes.

"Promise me that you will be mine." Qui-Gon almost whispers.

You nod feeling his anguish. You know from observation and experience that he is a highly gifted and Force sensitive Master. He, the Force and the Midi chlorians within him form a relationship that is powerful and gentle at the same time. His anguish is manipulating the mood in the room. The hair on the back of your neck stands on end as the aura in the room takes on the urgency he is projecting.

"Say it." He insists in between showering your face with kisses. "I need to hear you say it." He whispers.

You wrap your legs and arms around him. Your heart is breaking. Tears stream out your eyes.

"I love you." You cling harder to him, "I will always be yours."

"No matter what." He adds his nose touching yours.

"No matter what." You repeat.

Qui-Gon's mouth surrounds yours. His tongue invades your mouth probing, tasting. Your air is cut-off but you continue giving. He breaks away allowing you to breathe and opens your legs. He repositions and enters with you a swift thrust.

His stiffness stabs at your insides causing you to grunt. He moves his hips around, grinding you into the bed. You spread your legs even wider beckoning him to take longer strokes. And he does...almost exiting you completely and burying himself deep within you. You find yourself shrieking with each profound thrust. All his weight bears down on you now as he penetrates deeply into you, only moving with short rapid movements.

He's close now. You know it. He begins to growl.

//Little one// his inner voice is strained, //I love you.//

His body jerks giving two powerful thrusts that shake the bed and his hot seed bursts forth within you. It is hot comparedly and you can feel the pressure of it pulsing inside of you. The pumping of his hips slows and stops.

He collapses on you. As your bodies cool, you two shiver. The blankets envelope you obviously by his command. His flacid member languidly falls out of you along with his semen. You realize from his sound breathing that he has already drifted off. With some effort you move him off to the side and snuggle against his warm body as you too drift off.