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Title: Wish I May...

Author: Ziggy (Selah Specht)

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Archive: sure

Rating: NC-17

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Part 1

You sigh deeply as you take a seat at one of the few vacant computers at

the

lab in the basement of the liberal arts building. Maybe this will be the one

safe place on campus where you won't fall off of something, break something,

have something fall on you. In the back of your mind you know that that's

too

much to ask for at the moment but decide to read your email anyway.

Absently you take out a textbook and begin to skim one of the chapters,

even

though what's on the computer screen is far more interesting. You really

should

be studying, but with your luck the book will somehow find a way to punish

you

even more if you look at it closely.

This has probably been the worst day in the history of worst days. Not only

have you fallen down the stairs and off a riser, you've also managed to have

more work assigned to your already busy schedule and shatter the collision

piece

on one of your front turnsignals.

You smile briefly as you skim through different messages, one from a friend

who

has a line from the movie "Labyrinth" for the signature. That's what you

need

right now...some way to escape. But you really don't have any desire to

spend

thirteen hours fighting for a relative against goblins or their king, no

matter

how great he looks in tights. You need some relief, but...

A wry smile breaks over your features as you skim the latest contributions

Jedi smut. Now *that* would be a wish! You sigh as your eyes catch the

chapter

in your gigantic textbook that your supposed to be reading.

"Goblins nothing...Jedi would be better...make that a couple of cute

Jedi...and

they wouldn't have to take me away...just..." you stop yourself from voicing

the

rest, knowing that the other folks in the computer lab don't need to be

hearing

your thoughts on *that* at the moment! You wince as you look over your list

things to do, a list that is beginning to make you feel like you're in a

tiny

box and can't get out...why not? A few words never hurt anybody, and it's

not

like anything would happen!!

"I wish a couple of cute Jedi would come and...provide a decent distraction

for

me...right now..." you murmur, knowing that the guys on either side of you

are

looking at you like you've just escaped from an asylum. Wouldn't be the

first

time. You go back to reading and become so absorbed in what's on the screen

that

you don't even notice the footsteps coming up behind you. When a hand clamps

your shoulder you do the only logical thing and let loose a startled scream,

letting the notes in your lap fly over your shoulder.

"Nice to see you, too," a familiar voice remarks and you turn and give a

meek

smile to one of your friends who's also in the theatre program.

"Whazzup?" you sigh, not wanting to sound impolite, but you were just

getting

to a good part in that story...

"You know I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important..." she begins and you

sigh.

"What do you need?" you ask, now feeling certain that you should've left

earlier.

"Well, me and some of the others are prepping the blackbox for tomorrow's

open

house of this building...and well, we had two folks show up asking for a

tour of

the complex today...I showed them the costume shop and off-campus theatre

and

Joe showed them the scene shop but-"

"You want me to give the tour of the blackbox? You know a lot more about it

then I do-"

"But I have to get back to the shop! We're moving stuff over here to

decorate

the room for the open house, and I just don't have the time! Please? They

look

like they're important...said they're here to study university life and how

do our programs, but I think they may be from somewhere..." she says

secretively.

"Look, folks from New York or L.A. just aren't going to say 'Hey, I bet

they're

a lot of good actors in Southern Indiana, let's go there!'" you remark,

rolling

your eyes in that patented look of sarcasm that is only yours.

"Yeah, but you don't turn down people who ask for a tour! This could be

something...besides, they're *gorgeous*!!" she adds and you laugh despite

your

bad mood. The last conversation you had with this girl was on how you both

needed to forget about relationships and just by a couple of body slaves.

"Another reason I shouldn't be giving the tour...looking like this I'd

scare

anyone away!" you quip, rolling your eyes at your appearance - wrinkled

jeans

and a SW T-shirt, no jewelry, no makeup, and hair that just refused to do

anything this morning.

"Please? It won't take long...just show 'em the facility, be your charming

self, and drive them back to their hotel...it's just up the hill from here.

Please?"

"Fine..." you sigh, knowing that if you don't there's a good chance your

costume for an upcoming show might end up being a few sizes shorter than

necessary. "But I was studying..."

"Uh-huh...whatever," she remarks, raising an eyebrow as she regards the few

passages that are visible on the computer screen. Blushing, you quickly

click

out of your email, collect your stuff, and follow her to the door of the

lab,

where your two tourists are waiting.

Your jaw almost drops immediately but you catch it just in time. No

way...either the day has effected you more than you thought, or Liam Neeson

and

Ewan McGregor have come to Southern Indiana to see the new facility.

Blinking

hard, the image doesn't disappear. You glance at your friend and she flashes

knowing grin. Briefly, you wonder why the two actors still have hairstyles

they did in...

Your eyes widen as your wish hits your brain like a train wreck. No

way...this

isn't possible!! You snap back to attention as your friend starts to speak.

"Well, anyway, sorry I can't finish the tour, but I'm needed back at the

shop...she'll be glad to show you around, though," she says, flashing you

another grin and you give her a sideways glare as she trots down the

hallway.

You quickly return your attention to the two men, trying to think of

something

to say besides incomprehensible babble. Quickly, you think to introduce

yourself

and motion them down the hall. "Um, I didn't catch your names..." you say,

trying to make small talk and figure out just what is going on.

"I think you know..." the Qui-Gon look-alike says quietly and you turn so

fast

you almost collide with him and take out his padawan with your bookbag.

"Sorry!" you manage to say timidly as you notice that Obi-Wan is double

over

and gasping from where the backpack caught him in the stomach. *Real

smooth,*

you think to yourself and feel like making a run for it right then and

there.

"It's all right..." he chuckles, straightening. "Nothing I haven't been put

through during lightsaber practice..." he says lightly and a few students

turn

their heads as they walk by you. You notice their expressions right away and

motion for the two to follow you across the foyer.

"What are you doing here anyway?" you find yourself asking.

"We're studying what people on your planet live like and a university

seemed

like the place to start," Obi-Wan answers cheerily and the passers-by get

even

more curious. Qui-Gon seems to notice their faces and your discomfort and

gives

his padawan a look that would silence anyone.

"Right...well the theatre is right this way..." you say, still unsure about

the

entire situation when you come to the obscene statue. Normally you think

it's

hysterical that the administration would even allow something like that in

the

main foyer of the basement of the building, but at the moment it reminds you

what you were reading earlier which in turn brings to mind some very

pleasing

images...

You catch yourself quickly when you remember that the two folks behind you

are

in fact Jedi and that they probably just caught your intriguing mental

smut-fest. Figures. That's the way the entire day's been going for you

anyway.

You turn to face them and fake a slight grin as you regard the statue of a

nude

wooden figure sprawled on its back, an object that could only be called a

large

image of a member covering it almost entirely. Maybe it's supposed to be two

people, but you could never find the rest of the body on the top object,

that's

for sure.

"So this is what the government on your planet considers when it funds the

arts...interesting..." Obi-Wan says deadpan, before flashing that grin that

threatens to melt you into the floor. You try your best not to do just that

you continue down the hallway, swallowing slightly at the knowing look

Qui-Gon

gives you as you turn down the corridor.

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part two

A few more turns and you're at the entrance of the blackbox theatre, the

newest

addition to the theatre program on your campus. You wait patiently for the

two

to catch up, and take this moment to examine them. Both are dressed in

regular

earth clothes, though it does look out of place on them. You never saw

Obi-Wan

or Qui-Gon as being the jeans and T-shirt types. Quickly, you slip into

professional mode and motion your tourgroup inside.

"All right...this is a blackbox theatre, named mainly because that's what

is: a black box. For rehearsing purposes it can be used as a studio and

reserved

by students who need to practice routines for conferences, classes, or

auditions. Acting and directing classes are also held in here...As far as

performance goes this type of theatre is unique because seating can be

arranged

to make it a proscenium, thrust, or arena-type stage," you explain, then

grin at

their blank looks. "Proscenium is with the stage in front, the audience

seated

in the rest of the theatre...thrust is where the audience sits along three

sides

of the stage, and arena is where the audience sits on all sides of the

stage."

You let them take in the room; really there isn't that much to see, but

today

things are busy. Students and faculty are mulling about the room, decorating

and

getting rehearsal stuff out of the way. You turn as the technical director

asks

you for the tape for where he's marking out the set of the latest production

the theatre floor and you readily comply, jogging up the chair-covered

risers to

where the tape sits. You grab it and start back down when your foot slips

and

lands in a space between two risers, and you fall and sink to your thigh.

Flashing a forced smile, you wait until the smart remarks and applause are

finished before tossing the tape to the tech director and are only slightly

startled as two large hands grip you from behind and pull you up on the top

riser. You turn and blush slightly as you manage a thank you to the Jedi

Master,

then try to walk back to the theatre floor with what little dignity you have

left.

Next you lead them out the door and to the ladder that leads to the booth.

"Up

here is where the lights and sound are controlled for productions in the

blackbox...it's a fairly good system, at least for this type of theatre..."

you

explain as you climb, not missing how close Obi-Wan is behind you for an

instant. You pause only for a moment as his hand lightly brushes your hip,

but

push it out of your mind quickly, explaining to your hormones that he was

only

reaching for the next rung. Quickly, you pull yourself up into the small

room

and extend a hand to the padawan, who allows you to help him in. You bite

your

lip as your hands touch...it's like he's pure electricity, and he's not even

doing anything to you! You repeat the gesture for Qui-Gon and force yourself

breathe when you look into those eyes. Those eyes that are absolutely

beautiful

and alluring and are looking at you as if he knows exactly what you're

thinking...

Startled, you drop your hand as he steps foot into the room and turn away

quickly, explaining what you know about the equipment in a rush. One thing's

for

sure, you can't think when you're in that small of a room with them. In

fact, if

you don't get out of there soon you're pretty sure you'll never be able to

think

again. You make your way to the ladder, forcing yourself not to totally lose

as you brush against both men because of the close quarters. Your mind makes

you

actually climb down and not jump like you'd like, but finally you're back in

the

hall. Now, all you have to do is grab your stuff and get them to their hotel

room and everything will be just fine, although they'd be better if...

*Stop it!!!* you tell yourself, running a hand through your hair, your mind

reeling at the effect they have on you. Quickly, you grab your coat and bag

and

motion for them to follow you again.

"There really isn't much to see..." you say apologetically as you ascend a

staircase and walk outside.

"That's all right...that isn't why we're here, anyway..." Qui-Gon replies

quietly, a slight smile on his lips. You're so startled that the bag on your

shoulder drops instantly to the ground, its contents coming out in a tumble.

"Damn!!" you snap, quickly going after the books, notebooks, pencils,

goggles,

and tape measure that are permanent residents in the army bag. "Why is it

that

life always seems to fall apart all at once?!" You mutter as you accept a

few

items from the Jedi and stuff them back in the bag before attempting to

swing it

back onto your shoulder, but Obi-Wan stops you immediately.

"You're going to kill yourself like that...allow me," he offers and you

have no

problem letting him try his luck with the thing. Surprisingly, he lifts it

easily and keeps up quite well with you and Qui-Gon as you lead them to the

parking lot.

"Sorry...my car's all the way in back...it's not been the best day for me,"

you

apologize as you quickly trek across the blacktop.

"Why do you think we came?" the master replies easily and you blush at the

thought of your wish.

"I was just...I didn't realize that...this is really embarrassing," you

finally

state as you reach your vehicle, pausing to unlock the trunk and let Obi-Wan

throw your bag inside before unlocking the doors.

"We all need help to recover from bad days...sometimes it just takes more

help out than others..." Obi-Wan remarks wryly, his eyes glittering with

amusement and you gulp as you get in the driver's seat, thanking your lucky

stars that you only have down the road to drive.

part three

Road construction. Of course. The bane of the universe, it has to happen

now.

At the moment you'd like to burn rubber over those hideous orange cones, but

you

doubt it would get you anywhere. You sigh and tap your fingertips against

the

steering wheel, letting the car creep forward an inch as the traffic in

front of

you moves ever-so-slightly.

"So why are you really here?" you ask, still unable to believe that it's

because of some stress-induced wish you muttered in a college computer lab.

"You wished us here..." Obi-Wan answers plainly, and you sigh as more

orange

cones are added to the orange cone zoo that's the highway in front of you.

Waiting has never been more frustrating or impossible as it is now...and it

becomes even harder as Qui-Gon's hand slowly begins to creep up your leg.

You

had just been ready to let the car inch forward again, but your foot slams

the brake at the sudden touch of his hand on your thigh.

"We're here to help relieve your stress..." he says softly and you glance

over

at him and feel your eyes widen at his expression. You've never had a man

look

at you like that before, and the spark in his eyes only adds to your

temptation

to jerk the car off the road, plow through the nearby plaza, and get to that

hotel as quickly as possible! It's all you can do to keep your foot on the

brake when you hear the click of the backseat seatbelt and feel a pair of

strong

but gentle hands begin to lightly rub the back of your neck.

"My but you're tense..." Obi murmurs in your ear and you fight the shiver,

really you do, but your body wins out. He chuckles softly and you can't

contain

your contented moan as his hands move to your shoulders, rubbing your tired

muscles expertly while his mouth takes up at your neck. He starts to suck at

the

sensitive skin and you can barely keep yourself in your seat. You're vaguely

aware that you're whimpering by the time he snakes his hands into the

neckline

of your shirt and Qui-Gon's hand begins to veer off your leg-

The honk of a car horn and angry yelling gets your attention immediately

and

you curse as you realize that traffic has started up again. Of course it

has!!

You try to bite back the whine at the sensation of two sets of gifted Jedi

hands

leaving your body, but begin to mutter something and are silenced by the

sensation of Obi's tongue at your ear.

"Just drive..." he breathes and you know you're not about to argue with

that

tone.

You make it through the three stoplights in record time and soon are parking

the hotel lot, careful not to take out another light on your car. That's the

last thing you want to think about at the moment.

Quickly you step out of the car and lock it before following Qui-Gon

inside,

biting your lip as Obi places a hand at your waist and slowly sneaks his

hand

underneath the back of your shirt. You start to protest as you feel the

clasps

on your bra give, but the words die on your lips at his grin. You're vaguely

aware that you're being ushered into the building and down the hall, but

you're

not positive because at this point you're trying to convince the padawan

that

you aren't particularly fond of having someone try to remove your clothing

in a

public place! Thankfully, though, their room is close by and you find

yourself

pushed up against the wall by the door by a very insistant Obi-Wan while

Qui-Gon

hurries to unlock the door. You immediately open your mouth to the padawan

his warm lips descend on yours, shivering as he explores all of it with his

tongue, as he leans up against you with his lean, muscular body, his

hardness

already rubbing against your thigh, as his hands slowly begin to tug at the

bottom of your shirt...

"Can't you even wait until we're inside?" Qui-Gon asks, his voice a mixture

lust and amusement. The apprentice merely shakes his head vehemently, not

tearing his mouth from yours for a moment. Abruptly you hear the opening of

door and gasp as

air is finally allowed to return to your lungs as you are quickly pulled

inside

the door.

Part 4

You barely have enough time to catch your breath, let alone think as you're tugged into the room and a warm mouth is sealed over yours, tongue rubbing erotically against your own. You vaguely realize that it is Qui-Gon this time, and muse to yourself that his Jedi restraint must be over-rated.

-Not over-rated...just not necessary all the time...- is the reply in your mind and you shiver as his hands work their way over your back and cup your rear as he continues to half-drag you to a bed. Your lips only part as you both stumble backwards and fall onto the bed, him on his back and you on his chest. Panting, you gasp as he tries again to take away any oxygen from you, claiming your mouth with his. Distantly you are aware of a skilled hand working its way over your spine. -Obi-Wan,- you realize and shiver slightly as you realize your position. Might as well make the best of it, though...

Quickly, you break Qui-Gon's kiss and move to straddle him, grinning slightly at his expression. "Gods you're beautiful..." he whispers, stretching out a finger to lightly caress your cheek. You catch it in your mouth as it trails over your lips and suck lightly, then move your mouth to nip at his wrist. His breathing turns ragged and you smile as your hands move to his chest, only partially aware that Obi's hands are reaching up your shirt...

You moan as two warm palms close over your breasts, fingers nimbly circling your nipples as warm lips suck at the column of your throat. You nearly lost thought of what you had intended for Qui-Gon and force your thoughts to form coherently. Slowly, you tug off the Jedi Master's sash and let it float to the floor, his belt following with a soft thunk. You don't want to rush, that's the last thing you want to do, so you force yourself to go slowly as your hands spread open the fabric of his tunic, revealing a beautifully tanned, sculpted chest. You nearly whimper at the sight of it, or maybe you whimper because Obi-Wan has worked one of his hands down to your stomach, teasing you with maddeningly light caresses.

Slowly you bend over Qui-Gon and trace his jaw with light fingertips, then his throat, then each nipple, sucking lightly on each. He moans softly and you smile before lowering your mouth to retrace the pattern with your tongue, grinding your hips against him as you do. Even through the fabric the contact is erotic and you shiver at the thought of what's to come.

"I wouldn't tease like that if I were you..." he warns, gasping as you grind your hips harder against him. Your grin only gets wider as you lean back up to claim his lips in a quick kiss, then return to your ministrations.

"You haven't seen teasing yet..." you chuckle as you let your tongue glide over his stomach, brush against the light trail of hair that is there, until you come to his waistband. "Besides, what are you going to do, punish me?" you add flippantly, ignoring his warning.

"I might...and I think Obi-Wan would be more than willing to help..." he adds. Glancing up, you grin before slowly reaching behind you and letting your hand stroke Obi-Wan's member through his pants as you lean down to run your tongue against Qui-Gon's straining hardness.

He growls deep in his throat and reaches for you, but you stop him by tracing the outline of his waistband with your tongue before diving between his legs for another teasing preview. Your hands come up to run over his thighs and his moans quickly turned to that deep, frustrated rumble. He glances up, over your shoulder and you turn slightly to see Obi-Wan's nod. They must have been discussing something...

You suddenly realize you're about to find out what as the padawan's arms close firmly about your waist and you are pulled off his master and tossed onto the bed...

Pt. 5

Your breath comes out in quick pants as you struggle to sit up, but neither Jedi are about to give you any leeway at the moment. The next thing you are aware of are Qui-Gon's lips on yours again, ravaging you mouth with his tongue. Obi-Wan is now sprawled out by your side, sucking at your fingertips as his fingers dance so softly over the skin of your inner arm that you can barely feel them. Added to that rhythm is the feeling of his leg lightly rubbing against your inner leg, affirming that you are pretty much stuck between the two Jedi and you're not minding it one bit. Qui-Gon's mouth leaves yours and he nibbles on your lower lip momentarily before breaking the contact completely. Slowly, he straddles you so that he is on all fours above you, the open flaps of his tunic lightly brushing against your breasts and stomach. Your breath pauses momentarily as you take in his dark eyes and his crooked grin and you wonder just what you got yourself into...

Slowly, his hands run down your stomach until they encounter the hem of your shirt, and just as slowly his mouth comes down to meet his hands...Inch by inch, he begins to pull up the shirt, his lips pressing full, heated kisses up your stomach as he bares your skin, his hair falling teasingly over moistened flesh, tickling you in a most erotic way...

He gives a small moan of satisfaction as he reaches your breasts and lifts off you only to hand your shirt to his padawan's waiting hands that quickly tug it over your head and off your arms. Your bra quickly follows the shirt and you feel yourself blush slightly as Qui-Gon's hungry gaze washes over you. Gently, he returns his mouth over yours and kisses you deeply, passionately, as his hands just barely run over your breasts...So intent on returning the kiss are you that you don't even become aware of where his padawan's hands are heading...

Out of the corner of your eye you briefly comprehend that Obi-Wan is removing his tunics...or his belt and sash, anyway. You really could care less, because at the moment your attention is focused on the Jedi Master who is giving you a most pleasant lesson in mouth to mouth. So, of course, you're naturally surprised when Obi-Wan's caresses on your wrists return and quickly harden, until he suddenly grabs your wrists and pulls them over your head, binding them to a bedpost quickly with his sash. You feel your eyes widen as Qui-Gon chuckles deeply at your realization, moving away just enough to look at you.

"I did warn you that you would have to be punished..." he murmurs and you shiver at the meaning that word could have. It frightens you slightly, even though it excites you far more. Gulping, you make yourself look in turn from Qui-Gon to Obi-Wan, who are regarding you in a way that makes you want to explode from the sheer intensity of their gazes.

"Now then...where to start?" Qui-Gon ponders, a look of mock concentration on his face that quickly fades into another grin that is quickly echoed by his padawan...

part 6

You silently lay there, trying not to shiver in anticipation as their gazes sweep over you, firey and intense.

"You know, Master...I still think she's wearing far too much clothing..." Obi-Wan muses, glancing sideways at Qui-Gon.

"All in good time, Obi-Wan, all in good time," he chuckles, bending down to brush your lips with his, but your chin is quickly caught by Obi's hand and pulled away from his master. You inhale sharply as his mouth comes down on yours, giving no mercy in its heated attentions. The padawan also begins to rub against the side of your body with his and you moan into his mouth at the way he's affecting you.

"Obi-Wan...I do not appreciate that..." Qui-Gon says sternly and the apprentice pulls his mouth from yours to grin at his master.

"You had her for a good deal of time...now it's my turn..."

"We're supposed to work together on these missions..."

"Like you said, Master, all in good time," the padawan quips, his grin getting wider. "Now why don't you do something useful like remove the rest of this amazing woman's clothes and make her scream for mercy?" he adds, turning the full voltage of his grin on you before he dives back down to capture your mouth again. If this keeps up you're not going to be able to breathe for months...not that you're complaining...

Qui-Gon seems to consider Obi-Wan's suggestion and agree to it, because the next thing you feel is two large hands gripping your sides and running down to your hips. You arch upwards slightly as the waistband is tugged away from your skin, allowing just enough room for his tongue to get to your navel where it pays lavish attentions. You know you asked for it, but part of you wishes they'd just hurry up and take you now...

-Now, now...mustn't rush these things...besides, you're being punished, if you'll remember...- Qui-Gon says into your mind, right as his fingers reach the fastenings of your jeans and proceed to practically rip them open. In contrast to that motion is how slowly he slides the denim down your legs, the ends of his hair scratching against newly bared skin as he strips you of your pants. Soon he is tugging of your shoes, socks, and jeans and throwing them in a growing pile in the corner. In the meantime, Obi-Wan has become incredibly fascinated with your neck, gracing it with kisses, licks, and nips, covering it completely as his fingers tease your nipples, twirling them skillfully before his hands move to massage your breasts. You begin to moan softly, then louder as the affections continue and a part of you trembles as you realize how far you have to go...

Qui-Gon has begun to stroke your legs, pressing gently as his hands move against your calves, tickle your knees, and rub invitingly at your thighs. You instinctively shudder as he traces each side of your underwear with a long finger before reaching up to the waistband and drawing the item down your legs and off your ankles. You can barely comprehend what's going on as Obi-Wan bites lightly at your shoulders, then slides his mouth down to capture one of your nipples...

He stops before his mouth can reach you, though, and slowly reaches both palms over the smooth mound of flesh. Lightly, his fingertips caress it, tease the nipple, trace around it, and ever-so-slowly, his tongue follows. Your head hits the pillow and you strain against your bindings as his mouth clamps onto a nipple, his tongue rubbing against it's tip madly. You can't help but cry out as Qui-Gon slides his mouth up your other side and quickly latches on to your other breast, mimicking Obi-Wan's treatment until you are writhing underneath them. Your pleasure only increases as Obi-Wan's hand slides over your stomach, hitting all your sensitive spots and Qui-Gon's hand sinks even lower...

You gasp and arch off the bed as his hand moves between your legs. Slowly, his slips one, then two long fingers inside you and begins to slide them in and out as his thumb begins to circle your clit. Add this to the fact that both men have increased their suction on your breasts and you are ready to hit the stratosphere. But Qui-Gon stops just as you feel yourself begin to give, and withdraws his hand before glancing to his padawan. Obi-Wan looks back to his master, grins, and begins to press light kisses down your side before going even lower.

Qui-Gon chuckles and returns his attention to your breasts, licking and sucking at one and massaging the other as his padawan lowers his face between your legs. You shriek as Obi's tongue enters you, explores all of you before moving to your clit. There, he rubs his tongue back and forth over your jewel until you are tossing your head from side to side, screaming as the two increase the passion even further. -If this is punishment, then bring it on!!- You think to yourself, then cry out in confusion as both men suddenly pull away.

"So, want more, do you?" Qui-Gon asks, his voice ragged as he glances to Obi-Wan, who nods enthusiastically. What follows is a short mental conversation between the two before they turn back to you, their eyes glittering fiercely.

Part 7

"Obi-Wan, you obviously weren't thorough enough if she's still wanting more..." Qui-Gon remarks, taking on the superior air of the master once more.

"At least I made her scream," he retorts smugly.

"Still," Qui-Gon continues, ignoring that remark. "We have to find a way to punish our tease, here..." he muses, his eyes latching on to yours as his hand softly trails up your thigh.

"Yes, Master," Obi agrees, giving you a wolfish grin as he settles down beside you to wait. You start to issue a smart remark when Qui-Gon suddenly bends his head down and buries his face between your legs. Your eyes widen in shock and hoarse shrieks once again fill the room in response to his searing licks. He chuckles as you arch your hips towards him as he pulls away.

"You like that, don't you, little one?" he asks, plainly amused.

"Yessss..." you sigh. "But, I need you-"

"Not yet..." he interrupts, flashing a wicked grin. "There's still the matter of someone who needs to be punished..." Slowly, his runs one hand down each leg and you frown as you try and move in response, only to find that your legs aren't responding. Uh-oh...maybe you shouldn't have been so smart earlier...

You turn your eyes back to Qui-Gon who has draped your legs over his shoulders and groan loudly as he begins to suck at your clit. He veers off to bite at your thighs and you whimper in protest. You're barely aware that your legs are being parted even wider when you feel the searing warmth return to your core, but...the licks and bites along your thighs aren't ceasing...

You gasp as Qui-Gon's hands lift your rear up and he pushes his face further between your legs in a long, passionate kiss that has you howling. You don't have any time to recover, though, because as soon as he begins to pull away Obi-Wan has taken you from his master and proceeds to deliver the same treatment, moaning against you as you begin to tremble. You can only imagine the look on your face when Qui-Gon reclaims one of your legs and slings it over his shoulder before diving in to assist his padawan...

You strain futilely against the sash and Force restraints that hold you and begin to writhe as much as you can as Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon fight over who gets possession of your mound, finally agreeing on a compromise that leaves your head spinning. You're sobbing with pleasure as the Jedi Master squeezes your rear and spears you with his tongue, moving it in you with erotic accuracy. Obi-Wan has occupied himself with nibbling along your labia and is now sucking at your clit, hard. You're so close, so very close...

In response, Qui-Gon slowly inserts a finger next to his tongue and your shrieks increase in volume as Obi-Wan runs his tongue over your clit in a furious pace as his hand reaches up to squeeze a breast. As if that wasn't enough, both men are bombarding your mind as they bombard your body.

-That's it, love, just let go...-

-Come for us, darling...just come...-

-By the Force you're so wet...so warm...-

-Feel sooo good...-

A soft moan builds in your throat and builds to something resembling a primal scream as your body begins to rack furiously, your senses almost blinded by white-hot pleasure. You come again and again, and the Jedi don't stop their ministrations at all...

-That's right..come, baby, come!!!-

-You taste so good...-

-Can't stop...touching...you...-

-Want you now...-

Finally they release you as your orgasm finally dies down, softening their touches to gentle strokes and light kisses until you've composed yourself, which might take a while. Qui-Gon chuckles at your reaction as he unties your bonds and you wrap your arms around his waist, sighing blissfully.

"Now have you learned your lesson?" he asks gently and you nod.

"Good...then I think you should be rewarded..." he adds, and you look up, startled as you glance at Obi-Wan and the master, slowly feeling your body getting ready for the second act...

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part 8

You know that you really should rest...you haven't fully reclaimed your breath yet, but somehow that just doesn't seem that important anymore. The first priority in your mind at the moment, and really the only priority, is getting these two to get out of their clothes as quickly as humanly possible. They seem to pick up on this thought and chuckle.

"Ready so soon?" Qui-Gon murmurs, running his hand down the length of your back.

"Maybe we didn't do a good enough job, then..." Obi adds as he rises slowly, starting to reach for you, but this time you're able to get out of his reach, moving so that you're facing his back.

"You did fine...but why should you get to have all the fun?" you purr in the padawan's ear as you let your hands slide over his shoulders to pull off his tunic, letting it puddle on the bed around his waist. Unable to resist, you run your tongue flat against his spine, then give his earlobe a triumphant nip at his gasp. Chuckling, you move your mouth to suck at his neck as you slowly slide your body round to face his, moving your hands to his waistband all the while. He lowers his hands to assist you, but you bat them away, flashing him a look.

"No. Let me..." you add, sliding the leggings down to his knees, adjusting your position so that you're now facing his pulsing erection. Quickly you shed the rest of his clothes and return to your attentions. The padawan's breath becomes ragged as you begin to stroke his organ and you pause only slightly when you feel a strong arm slip round your waist and a large chest press against your back. You continue, lowering your mouth to shower his member with light licks and kisses before taking the tip into your mouth...

You're eyes widen slightly and you can't fight the moan as Qui-Gon's other hand comes around to rub at your clit, encouraging you further. You suck harder, urged by the apprentice's frantic cries and the master's expert hands. Your tongue runs over the underside of Obi's shaft and your hands begin to lightly sqeeze what's not in your mouth and you nearly gasp as Qui-Gon slides a finger into you, his hand that was around your waist sliding up to cup a breast as he covers your back with achingly slow licks. You feel Obi start to give, but are not prepared for being yanked off him and pushed back to the bed.

You blink and become instantly aware of a pair of blazing aqua-grey eyes above you and a warm mouth that descends on yours, claiming it fully. He pulls away only barely, so that his lips brush against your when he finally speaks, his voice low and laced with passion.

"For that, my lady, you *will* be rewarded..." he whispers, and then with a thrust he is inside you.

The feeling of him is exquisite...you sigh for a moment, adapting to the change as he leans down to suckle a breast, causing you to give a low moan. Slowly, he begins to thrust, his sucking increasing to nips as his pace increases. You're vaguely aware that as his mouth comes up to latch onto yours, Qui-Gon's mouth goes to your side, sucking at sensitive skin as his hand travels over your stomach in soft circles before moving lower to travel through the soft triangle of curls and then finger your clit...

Obi-Wan is practically pounding into you now and his mouth has formed a tight seal over yours, sucking your tongue into his mouth, his teeth grating against yours. You groan into his mouth as his tongue mimicks the other movement, as he slowly begins to swivel his hips, igniting the heat that's already begun to form deep inside you. He's close and you know it, but you are right behind...He shouts his release and that triggers your own climax and your cries join his as you ride the waves of passion together...

When you're both finally able to comprehend the situation again, you see that he is still hovering above you, lightly gracing your lips with tender kisses, a hand entangled in your hair. You stay like that for awhile, limbs entwined, hands lightly carressing each other as your lips dance over what they can reach. Your contented sighs slowly turn to pants then soft moans as you discover another sensation...the feeling of insistent sucking on your neck as another set of hands that still have to be satisfied run over your body...

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part 9

You smile slightly to yourself and catch one of Qui-Gon's hands, gently pressing it to your lips before rolling up on your side to look at him. Almost of it's own accord one of your hands raises to tangle itself in his soft mane and he sighs, eyes flickering closed momentarily. Your smile widens slightly and you start to maneuver yourself on him when you are suddenly pressed back into the mattress, blue eyes darkened with desire above your face giving you a look that is part sterness and part amusement.

"None of that now...I recall that your wish was for us to distract you..." he murmurs, nuzzling your cheek lightly as he stretches out above you, one hand lightly travelling the length of your side. As he slowly lowers his face down to yours you are vaguely aware that your head is being lifted onto Obi-Wan's lap, but then there is only Qui-Gon's kiss, deep, personal, soft, insistent passion. His tongue rakes along the roof of your mouth and you whimper as he begins to tease you with his organ, rubbing it along your clit and opening, but never quite entering.

"Qui-Gon..." you murmur from against his lips, your hands fingering his hair and drifting over his back.

"Yes, love...." he rumbles in response, knowing very well what he is doing to you.

"I need you in me...*now*!!" You manage, gasping as his mouth finds your earlobe. He chuckles softly before sliding into you, filling you, and you moan at the sensations he's able to stir in you. He moves slowly, with control, and you whimper your protest.

"You were the one that doubted my restraint," he whispers, his eyes sparkling. You're about to state that you really don't give a hoot about his restraint when Obi-Wan slips his hands between you to cup your breasts, lightly pinching and twirling your nipples. That plus the way Qui-Gon is slowly building speed, his shaft rubbing against your clit among other places is enough to nearly push you over the edge. You match his rhythm and he moans softly as he moves his mouth to your neck, nipping and sucking with urgency. Obi-Wan seems to agree with this method and leans down to attend to the other side of your neck, his tongue catching the droplets of sweat that slide down from your forehead.

Faster...faster...Qui-Gon's beginning to build speed and you wrap your legs round his waist to encourage him even more. You start to pull him close with your arms when he grabs your wrists and pins them on each side of your head, intent on giving you sensory overload. He moves his mouth to yours in a demanding kiss while Obi-Wan's licks have turned to nips and bites, his hands never ceasing their ministrations at your breasts.

Something inside you suddenly snaps and you're imersed in waves of pleasure and heat. Qui-Gon's cries mingle with your own as you ride it out together, as his fire shoots into you, causing you to hit blessed oblivion.

When you're able to comprehend the world again, you realize that you're snuggled between the two Jedi underneath the covers, feeling very satisfied, indeed. You sigh your contentment as you pillow your head on Qui-Gon's offered arm, and smile as Obi-Wan absently strokes one of your legs. Before you drift off look upon Qui-Gon's tender stare and Obi-Wan's grin, knowing that you'll take the images with you to the realm of dreams.

Maybe it hasn't been such a bad day, after all.

The End