The Return 10

by Dorotea

Type: Adult

Rating: NC-17

Spoilers: None

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Author's Notes: I have been re-inspired and had a great deal of fun

attempting to write this with out my visiting sister-in-law figuring out

what I was doing typing feverishly with a glow of sweat on my skin. :-) I

started this before the great Bathtime was posted, what can I say great

smutty minds must think alike (or read the listmom's thoughts of the day)!

"You shut your mouth

how can you say

I go about things the wrong way

I am Human and I need to be loved

Just like everybody else does"

The Smiths, "How Soon is Now?"

Qui-Gon eyes you and Obi-Wan sternly. He shakes his head. "What am I going

to do with you two?" he asks tiredly.

"It was my fault," you and Obi-Wan say simultanously.

Qui-Gon strokes his beard thoughtfully. "That is touching, both of you

accepting responsibility. But, Padawan, I must know, exactly what part of

'Do not have sex with Kaeleena' did you NOT understand? It seems simple

enough to me."

Obi-Wan glances downward, "I'm sorry, Master."

Qui-Gon turns to you. You meet his gaze defiantly, challenging him to

reprimand you. He says nothing, just continues to stare into your eyes, as

if he is trying to read your soul. You hold his stare as long as you can,

but finally look away, realizing he would stand there all night.

"I'm going out, I have to get ready," you say, daring him to object. You

walk to your closet and pull out a dress.

"You are not going out," he says firmly, without anger.

You begin to undress, ignoring him. He moves quickly and grabs your arms.

You take a deep breath. "I am going out," you say as defiantly as you can,

while staring at his broad chest. You glance over at Obi-Wan, who is

studying his boots closely.

"Don't look at him, I am the one speaking to you," he says grabbing your

chin and forcing your eyes up toward him.

You meet his eyes, looking at him, with him touching you, your defiance

dissipates. You hold back the tear forming in your eyes. You bite your lower

lip, staying silent.

Qui-Gon speaks finally, releasing his hold on your face. "Go," he says

flatly.

You give him a questioning look, he never gives in, something is wrong.

He reaches down and picks up your dress and holds it out to you. You finish

undressing and take the dress from him. Qui-Gon helps you pull it over your

head, situating it on your body.

Obi-Wan gasps, "You are NOT wearing that!"

You look down at your dress. It was made of a thin, stretchy silk that left

very little to the imagination. The halter top was connected to the bottom

skirt with a silver ring on each side, leaving your midriff and lower back

exposed.

"I wish I still had my belly ring," you say sadly, ignoring Obi-Wan's

outburst.

Qui-Gon sighs, then smiles as he sarcastically says, "Welcome to Kaeleena's

world. Where the only one that has any opinions or feelings that matter are

Kaeleena."

"Fuck you," you exclaim turning to Qui-Gon, "I didn't even realize you had

feelings! You never share them with me!"

He looks at you harshly, "I think I made my feelings about you fucking my

Padawan clear. You caused him to disobey me. I will not let you intefere

with my training of him. Do you understand?"

Damn. You hate it when he is right. It is not fighting fair. You are going

to have to apologize now. You turn to him, looking at your feet you stammer,

"Umm, you're right, I'm, I, I'm sor, I'm sorry."

Qui-Gon puts his hands on your shoulders and kisses the top of your head.

"Of course I'm right, I'm always right. I wish you would learn that."

You smile up at him. He returns the smile. He kisses your nose, then your

lips. He wraps his arms around you, you love being concooned in his arms. He

makes you feel safe, loved. You close your eyes.

"Don't drink too much, don't dance on the bar, don't start any brawls," he

says quietly.

"But that's all the fun stuff!" you protest.

He chuckles in your ear and smacks your bottom, "Don't make me sorry I've

been so forgiving."

"Yes, Master," you reply with a smile.

A bewildered Obi-Wan asks, "Are you really going to let her go out in that

dress?"

Qui-Gon answers, "Remember her sister's wedding? Where I convinced her

mother to dress her in that poofy, bow covered dress?"

Obi-Wan smiles, "Yes, and she stripped it off at the reception and nearly

caused a riot. That was great fun."

You frown, "Well, they were lucky I didn't strip it off during the wedding,

that dress was horrible!"

Obi-Wan smiles, "You still had your belly ring then, what happened to it?"

You laugh, "Qui-Gon swallowed it!"

Qui-Gon frowns, "I expect you to be back in three hours. Come by our

quarters."

"Three hours? What if I lose track of time?" you ask teasingly.

"There is a time for games and there is a time to realize you're lucky to be

alive," he says sternly.

"I'll be back in 3 hours," you say quickly.

"Good girl," he says kissing you.

You walk to the door and open it. Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan follow you out into

the hall.

"Good-bye," you say to Qui-Gon as he kisses your forehead.

"Three hours," he reminds you.

"Three hours," you repeat.

You turn to Obi-Wan, who is still studying your dress with disapproval.

You kiss his frowning lips, "Bye," you say softly.

"I can't you believe you are wearing THAT!" he says loudly.

"Who do you think you are?" you say crossly.

Before he can answer, Qui-Gon says, "Not now. Go, Kaeleena."

You throw a glare at Obi-Wan as you turn and leave.

Exactly three hours later you arrive back at Qui-Gon's quarters. You stand

outside for a moment, pondering whether you should you go in or make him

wait. You decide to go in. The room is dark. You check the bed, but it is

empty. You walk toward the bathroom, the door is open and there is a

flickering light coming from the room.

You enter the room. There are candles lit all around a large sunken bath

tub. Soaking in the tub is a gorgeous Qui-Gon. His hair is wet and his

muscular body is glistening.

"Join me, little one," he says seductively.

You smile as you peel of your dress. You try to step gingerly into the bath,

but he grabs you and pulls you in with a splash.

"You're getting the floor wet!" you scream.

"I don't care," he says as unbraids your hair.

The water is warm and scented with sandlewood. You straddle Qui-Gon's hips

as he pours warm water over your head. You run your hands over his broad

chest. His hard body arouses you. You moan softly as you can feel his cock

growing hard under the water.

"Turn around, I'll wash your hair," he whispers.

You turn around and sit between his legs. He pours shampoo on your head and

begins to gently lather your hair. His large hands slowly massage your scalp

and tenderly work the suds through your hair.

You lean your head back as he pours warm water over you, rinsing the suds

away. You find the warm water cascading over your body very erotic.

After he finishes rinsing your hair, he begins to lather your body in suds.

His soapy hands gently scrub your neck and arms. His hands reach around and

spread the suds slowly over your breasts. Your nipples harden and you moan

softly at his touch.

"I need your feet," he whispers. You turn and push back stretching your legs

out to him. He takes your foot and spreads soap on it. He goes between each

toe, then rinses your foot. He takes your big toe into his mouth, sucking

slowly on it. You moan at the pleasure it brings you.

His hands then begin sudsing your legs, his hands moving languidly up and

down your legs. You move closer as his hand goes between your legs. He

strokes your clitoris, arousing you. The water laps against you at the

slightest movement, warming you, exciting you.

"We have to clean everywhere," he says huskily as his finger slides into

you. You gasp with pleasure as your hips rock slowly. "Do you like that?" he

asks as he inserts another finger.

"Yes, yes," you gasp, your hips moving faster.

"What do you want?" he asks.

"You, inside of me," you moan as the water splashes over your breasts.

"Then come fuck me," he invites, pulling his hand away from you. You moan in

anguish at the removal of his hand. You move swiftly in the water,

straddling his hips and taking his hard cock into you. He moans loudly as

you ride him, grasping your breasts and kneading them.

You continue to grind into him the water splashes over your bodies. You bite

into Qui-Gon's neck to keep from screaming as the release of your orgasm

hits you. His body convulses into you as his come erupts deep inside of you.

You collapse into him, still sucking on his neck. The still warm water

envelopes

the two of you, making you feel as if could float away.

You stay embraced for what seems like forever and you don't want it to end.

Qui-Gon nuzzles your neck as he asks, "Are you falling in love with

Obi-Wan?"

You feel as if you were just dropped in ice water. You stiffen

involuntarily. Your pulse quickens even as you take a deep breath. How do

you answer, when you have no idea yourself? "I love you," you say softly.

Qui-Gon gives you a small smile, "I love you too, but that does not answer

the question I was asking."

"I don't have an answer for the question you are asking," you say carefully.

"That is all the answer I need, little one," he says sadly.

"Are you going to make me choose?" you ask deliberately.

"No, I am not going to make you choose, but I can't say the same for my

apprentice."

Later you are snuggled next to Qui-Gon sleeping when you awake sensing

someone else in the room. You immediately sit up, looking for you

lightsaber. You see Obi-Wan crouched next to the bed. He is staring

intently at you.

"What are you doing?" you whisper angrily.

"Watching you sleep," he answers softly.

You give him a look you usually reserve the especially dim. "Why?" you ask,

annoyed.

He crawls on the bed next you and kisses you lightly on the lips. His hand

runs through your hair.

"If I told you I loved you, would you agree that we have a relationship?" he

asks.

You arch your eyebrows, "I don't think this is the appropriate time or place

for this conversation. I am in bed with another man!"

He sighs heavily, "I couldn't wait any longer. Could you please just answer

the question?"

"Does it not bother you that I am in bed with another man?" You can sense

Qui-Gon is awake and listening, but he hasn't moved at all.

"Just answer the question," he urges.

"I suppose we have a relationship, but...," you answer hesitantly, hoping to

get back to sleep sometime soon.

"I do love you, and it does bother me that you're in bed with another man. I

want you to get out of his bed," he pauses and his tone turns harsh, "now.

Right now."