Title: "Double Dare" ABH (2/2)
Author: Darth Diebin <[email protected]>
Rating: Sex
Archive: Sure! Take it if ya want it.
Disclaimer: I can claim no ownership to Obi-Wan--that Lucas guy is one hell
of a Sabaac player, and I should have know better than to bet my only body
slave. *pout*
Dedicated: To Everyone. ;) (See, nice and general, but you all deserve it.)
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How you make it back without touching each other is debatable. He is
obviously dressed as a Jedi, and you know that decorum is as much a part of
him as breathing--but the sweaty grasp he has on your hand tells you louder
than words that he’s fighting for every shred of dignity.

Thankfully your apartment is close, and somehow you both make it into the
lift without giving away your frantic need to be naked with one
another--right now you’re not to picky about particulars as long as clothing
isn’t involved.

The door has only barely slid closed when Obi-Wan plants his hands on your
backside, lifting you up and pressing you into the wall with his body. Once
again your legs go around him, pulling him closer as he tilts his head
sideways and captures your mouth with his.

Entranced as you are with the play of his tongue against yours, it takes you
a few moments to realize that the lift has stopped--and not at your floor.
Yanking away, you stare over Obi-Wan’s shoulder at the old couple who has
stepped into the lift, both gazing at you with a combination of shock and
amusement.

Obi-Wan follows your gaze and lowers you immediately, blushing a brilliant
scarlet. "Terribly sorry," he starts, eyes widening as the woman totters
over to you and pats you on the face before leaning closer to you.

"Better watch out for this one, deary--" she tells you in a stage whisper
that could easily be heard fifty feet away. "Those Jedi never seem to get
tired. They’ll go all night if you let them."

Obi-Wan’s eyes are as wide as saucers as the woman turns to him, reaching up
to pinch his cheek. "You ever get bored you look me up, eh cutie?" she says,
her wrinkled little face breaking out into a smile. Then, with a perfectly
straight face, she reaches out to smack Obi-Wan on that beautifully formed
backside.

"Hey now," the older man protests, reaching out to the old woman’s hand,
pulling her back to him.

"When’s the last time you pushed me up against a wall?" the old woman
demands, winking at you as the lift whirs to a stop. "You remember what I
said, dearie," she tells you, leading the old man out of the lift.

As the door slides closed you risk a look at Obi-Wan. He’s still standing
still, eyes wide, mouth slightly gaping, and cheeks flaming. The expression
on his face is so comical that you slide to the floor, giggling, biting your
hand to keep from outright laughing.

"Oh, you think that’s funny?" Obi-Wan demands, spinning to glare down at
you. Without a word he swoops down and picks you up, flinging you over one
well muscled shoulder and ignoring your laughing protests. "We’ll just see.
How do you know she wasn’t telling the truth? Maybe I /can/ go all night."

There’s really nothing you can think of to say to that--well, nothing that
wouldn’t sound like a challenge, and you’re not sure you’re quite ready to
issue a challenge to a man who is currently carting you around like a sack
of grain.

The lift door whisks open on your floor, and Obi-Wan steps out into the
blessedly empty hallway. "Which room?" he asks, one hand starting to massage
your upper thigh gently. His hand is warm through the fabric of your thin
pants, and it takes all of your self-control to speak calmly.

"Seventeen forty-five," you say softly, ignoring the bolts of pleasure that
arch through you as his hand creeps up further. You can see the ground
moving by as he starts to walk, long strides bringing him quickly to the
correct door. He spins, bringing your face level with the keypad, and you
quickly enter the code and palm the door open.

Once inside you find yourself deposited on the floor next to the door,
Obi-Wan spinning and placing hand on either side of your head, leaning down
so that his face is on level with yours.

"If you don’t want to do this, tell me now," he says softly, meeting your
eyes. They’re uncertain, and you realize with a shock that you had lifted
your shields again, blocking him from reading your pleasure and desire.

Reaching up you grasp each of his hands in one of yours, leading them down
to your upper thighs. Wrapping your arms around him you bounce up into the
air, wrapping your legs around him and trusting him to keep his balance.

He does, hands coming to clench your ass tightly as he pushes you back into
the wall.

"Isn’t this where we left off before?" you ask, lowering your shields and
letting your thoughts spill out at the top of your rather loud mental voice.
"We keep getting to this point, but people keep interrupting us. I rather
like it here."

Obi-Wan is frozen for a moment as your lust spills over him, but he recovers
quickly, grinding his hips into yours as his mouth descends to yours, tongue
demanding instant entrance.

Your lips part to accommodate him, and you groan loudly as his tongue twines
around yours, sliding back and forth with the same rhythm of his rocking
hips. Short breathy noises start coming from your throat--a cross between a
whimper and a moan.

"Bed?" he gasps, tearing his lips away to attack your jawline, tongue
sliding up and down the sensitive flesh until he reaches your earlobe,
biting down. You let out a loud moan, thinking the location of your bedroom
at him with all of your might.

A few moments later you’re both stumbling towards the room, Obi-Wan trying
to unbutton your shirt as you grope frantically at the strange clasp on his
pants. He trips over a pair of your shoes just inside the doorway to your
bedroom, going down and bringing you on top of him with the distinct sound
of ripping fabric.

"Sorry--" he gasps out, holding up the ripped edge of your shirt. You
capture his lips with yours, grinding yourself against him. You could care
less about your shirt right now--all you want is for him to repeat the
gesture on your bra.

Strong nimble fingers start groping at your back, finding the clasps that
holds your bra together and fumbling with them. You shoot him a mental
picture of how to undo the clasps, amused at his lack of knowledge.

Your amusement fades into need as he succeeds, freeing your breasts to swing
above his chest. Without losing a beat his hands come up to tangle in your
hair, pulling you away from his mouth so that he can catch one of your
already hard nipples between his lips, tugging on it insistently.

You let out a loud keening noise, arching your back to press more of
yourself into his mouth. He suckles obediently for a few minutes, hands
still tangled in your hair and massaging the back of your head.

You whimper in protest as he pulls back, but a few minutes later you feel
his clothed torso against yours, lifting you to toss you the few remaining
feet to the bed. He’s with you a few minutes later, long fingers working
frantically at the ties to his tunic as your hands come up to unclasp his
belt and pull on his sash.

When he settles his bare chest on top of yours you sigh happily, arching up
to press yourself more firmly against his chest. He wiggles a little bit,
letting you feel the hard pressure against your hip.

"Pants--" you gasp out. "Get rid of them."

"Anxious, aren’t you?" Obi-Wan responds, but you’re pleased to hear that his
voice is every bit as breathless as yours. He obediently rises up to his
knees, fingers working to unclasp his trousers.

As soon as he has them shoved down over his hips you pull him back down,
shoving the fabric the rest of the way down his legs with your feet. With
only a thin layer of fabric between you and his erection, the searing heat
and throbbing hardness is painfully obvious.

Squirming out from underneath him you nudge him onto his back, gazing down
at him. He’s sprawled out almost drunkenly on your bed, eyes half closed and
chest rising and falling erratically. His hands reach for you, but you swat
them back to the bed, determined to fill him with the same burning need that
he’s inspired in you.

Your hands land on the bulge in his thin undergarment, eliciting a loud moan
from him. Ignoring the way his hips lurch off the bed you start to slowly
inch the cloth down, lavishing the skin revealed with kisses and licks.

When his erection bounces free and you grace the tip with a kiss, Obi-Wan
growls loudly, arching off the bed. Before you know what’s happening gentle
currents of air have snatched you up, tugging you insistently towards the
head of the bed.

Obi-Wan looks wild as he rises from his reclined position, long fingers
frantically tugging on the buttons of your pants. In only a few moments he’s
stripped them from your body, diving down with a low rumble to press a kiss
against your already wet panties.

Now it’s your turn to arch off the bed as he rumbles in approval, fingers
coaxing the unwanted fabric down your legs. For a moment he freezes, gazing
up across your body at you, urging you to meet his eyes.

You do--and for a moment disorientation seizes you as you catch the image of
yourself, sprawled wantonly on the bed, eyes wide and passionate, head
tilted back in ecstasy. You feel the gentle tug of his mind around yours as
he spreads your legs with careful hands before running his thumb quickly
over your clit, eliciting a moan as you body arches into the touch.

"Don’t--don’t tease," you manage to gasp out as he does it again, leaning
down to nibble on your inner thigh. "Please . . . ."

"Patience," is his only response, a somewhat muffled one at that since he’s
decided to bury his face between your legs. All you can feel is the heat of
his tongue as it snakes out to taste you--all you can hear are his soft
moans and your own harsh breathing as one of his fingers slicks into you.

Feeling the presence of his mind still wrapped around yours, you think a
single word at him with all of your might. ::Now!::

::Yes,:: he responds, and suddenly he’s there--on top of you, over you, in
you--

You gasp out in pain as he slides in, pain that he shares with you through
your linked minds. "You’re not--" he gasps out, eyes clenched shut. "You
didn’t tell me--"

"I’m not--" you reply, color rising up in your cheeks. "I just--" What
should you tell him? That you haven’t had sex in two years because of a bad
experience? Okay--maybe you’re a little tight, and maybe he’s a little large
. . .

Suddenly he’s not in you any more, and you cry out in loss, even as the pain
recedes. "Shhhh . . ." he soothes from above you, catching your lips in his
and kissing you tenderly as his fingers creep down to slip inside you,
moving gently.

You can /feel/ the strange energy vibrating within you as he soothes the
muscles into relaxing. It’s almost unbearably erotic, and the combination of
his fingers moving within you and his mouth on yours is so overpowering you
can barely even think.

Then his fingers are gone, and there is something else pressing at you
again. This time he inches in slowly, pausing as you adjust to his
considerable size. His mouth never leaves yours, hands coming up to tangle
in your hair and massage your scalp.

For a few minutes he simply lays on top of you, breathing heavily with his
face buried in your neck. Even when you start thrusting your hips, demanding
movement, he still remains still--pulling back to stare down into your eyes.

"Not yet," he says softly, his eyes dilated and breath short from the effort
of staying still.

Wrapping your legs around his back you arch up, grinding into him. "Now,"
you respond. He groans as you repeat the gesture, his head falling back on
his shoulders leaving the expanse of his neck open to you.

Taking advantage of it you reach up to kiss the throbbing pulse beneath the
skin of his throat, sucking at the sensitive skin even as you grind your
hips into his again.

"Now," you repeat.

"Now," he agrees.

And then his hands are on your hips, holding you steady as he pulls back and
begins slow, careful thrusts, angling each one to torture all the little
spots inside you that no one had ever taken the time to find before. On the
first thrust you scream out, head thrashing weakly on your pillow as your
hands grip the blankets.

After a little while his thrusts start to speed up, and he drops back closer
to you, weight braced on elbows on either side of your head. You reach up
and tangle hands in his hair, kissing him frantically as the speed of his
thrusts continues to increase. He’s moaning, deep rumbling noises starting
in his chest--rising louder and louder in counterpart to your own.

You can feel yourself being propelled towards climax, can feel him right
behind you as his pleasure wraps itself again and again around your mind.
When the long fingers sneak down to tease your bundle of nerves, you break
away from his mouth and scream, your muscles starting to contract around
him.

Obi-Wan grunts, increasing his attentions as his hips piston faster.
Suddenly he’s calling out too, sinking his face into your shoulder as he
thrusts deeply into you one last time, his release so powerful that it tugs
your mind with it as you spiral up again, the last thing you hear your name
being called out by a frantic voice.

You drift into awareness with his mouth on your ear, kissing you and
mumbling your name as his hand traces invisible patterns on your back. Eyes
drifting open you find yourself under the blankets, cradled against
Obi-Wan’s chest with his leg thrown over yours protectively.

"You think you can keep /that/ up all night?" It’s the first thing that pops
into your mind, but apparently Obi-Wan finds it amusing. His gentle laugh
tickles your ear, making you squirm weakly. You’re too boneless to do
anything else.

"Well . . ." his voice is low and seductive in your ear, and he lifts his
head to meet your eyes. "Probably not all night," he whispers, nuzzling your
face with his nose. "If properly persuaded, however, I’m probably up to a
couple of encores."