Title: The Return 12

by: Dorotea

Rating: The usual NC-17

Summary: Angst and smut, romantic Obi-Wan to make ammends for him being so

violent in the last one. I promise I did not listen to NIN or Vast while writing

this.

Author's Notes: My relatives have left and I can write smut in peace! Yeah! I

know you guys are excited! :-)

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"I remember it Darker than a rainstorm Sitting in the long grass in the summer

Keeping warm I remember it Every restless night We were so young then we thought everything we could possibly do was right And our moves stolen from our very eyes And I wonder where you went You tell me, when did the light die You will rise And you'll return The phoenix from the flame You will learn to rise You'll

Return. Being what you are There is no other Troy for you to burn I never meant

to hurt you."

'Troy', Sinead O'Connor

The door opens and Qui-Gon strides into the room. Damn. That is what you were

forgetting. Obi-Wan and you both freeze. You are glad your back is to him so you

can't see the look on his face. "In my bed?" he asks angrily.

You look down at Obi-Wan, "Must remember to lock the door," you say softly. He

gives you a half-grin and nods, as he feels around for a sheet and pulls it over

the two of you. You slide off of Obi-Wan, burying your face in a pillow, trying

to think of a way you could get out of the room without Qui-Gon seeing your

face.

"My bed?" Qui-Gon says again in disbelief. "I'm sorry, Master," Obi-Wan says

apologetically. "Obi-Wan, please leave, I want to talk to Kaeleena alone." "Um,

could I talk to you first?" Obi-Wan asks nervously. "No. Go to your room now."

Obi-Wan turns to you and kisses your head, "Remember, I love you," he whispers.

You turn and smile, "I'll remember." You kiss his lips softly. "Now!" Qui-Gon

says impatiently.

Obi-Wan pulls on his pants and walks to his adjoining room, giving you an

anguished look as he leaves. You watch him go, then rebury your head in the

pillow. You hear Qui-Gon walk over to the bed and sit down on it next to you.

"Do you have something to tell me?" he asks quietly. You nod into the pillow.

"Look at me," he orders. You shake your head no. "Kaeleena, I think I at least

deserve to see your face." "Trust me, you don't want to see my face."

He puts his large hand on your shoulder and rolls you over. "How did that

happen?" he asks gravely, lightly touching your swollen lip and bruised jaw. "It

was an accident," you answer quietly. "An accident?" he asks incredulously. "I

accidently didn't move my head quick enough to keep Obi-Wan's hand from

connecting with it," you say softly. You see the anger flash as his eyes darken.

He turns away from you. You can sense he is trying to bring his emotions under

control.

"He's very sorry, he feels horrible about it," you say quickly. Qui-Gon doesn't

say anything. He gets up and walks into the bathroom. You hear water running and a minute later he returns with a damp washcloth. He sits back down next to you begins lightly cleaning your face. He frowns, "He is going to feel even worse."

"Are you going to forbid him from seeing me?" you ask quietly. He studies you

closely for a minute, searching your eyes. "No," he answers. "I won't interfere

with your relationship, as long as it doesn't interfere with his training."

"Well, you could always just ask the council to send me away again," you say

with a grim smile.

Qui-Gon knits his eyebrows together. "I wondered if he would tell you."

"You could have saved him the trouble."

"Knowing would have only hurt you more."

"Why did you do it?" you ask, trying to hold back tears. He sighs, "It was the best

thing for you. There were many reasons, none of which matter now. I'm not sorry

I did it. I am sorry that you were hurt."

You look away from him as a tear rolls down your cheek. "You should have told

me." He doesn't answer, just gently wipes away your escaped tear.

"You're right, it doesn't matter now," you say sadly. "I just wished you would

have believed in me, trusted me enough to talk to me." You search his eyes, you

can tell that your words have hurt him. Good, you had hurt for a long time, let

him hurt now.

"I'm in love with Obi-Wan," you say directly. "You must be," he says, stroking

your face.

"I didn't mean to fall in love with him."

"I know, you thought you could just have sex with him and keep hating him," Qui-Gon replies with a sad smile. You glare at him. He pulls you onto his lap. You look at him questioningly. "I won't interfere with your relationship, but you will always be mine."

"I think you are interfering right now, and I am not yours."

"You are mine, nothing you say or do will change that. Nothing that Obi-Wan says or does will change that," he says it without malice, just matter-of-factly. You give him your best 'you are insane' look, but he just smiles softly and kisses you on the lips. Arrogant bastard.

"Um, I think this is one of the things I'm not supposed to be doing," you say

nervously, but you don't try to move away from him. "Did he give you a list?"

"Yes, I'm not very good with rules, but I'm pretty sure sitting on your lap and

kissing you is not allowed."

Qui-Gon laughs softly. "What is so funny?" you demand. "6 weeks."

"What is 6 weeks?" "That is how long I give your relationship with Obi-Wan." You glare at him, "Why do you say that?"

"Several reasons. One, he is giving you lists of things you can not do, you will get tired of him trying to control you in about a week. Two, I think you will find that he is not as patient and understanding about the games you like to play. If you don't believe me, just look in the mirror. Third, you haven't even tried to get off my lap and you didn't try to stop me from kissing you either."

You angrily stand up, losing your sheet in the process. You rewrap it as you

scream, "I'm really starting to hate you, Qui-Gon!"

He arches an eyebrow, "In that case I change my estimate to a month."

You kick his leg. "I'm leaving. Damn, I don't have anything to wear!"

"What happened to your dress?" he asks.

You swallow nervously, "Um, Obi-Wan threw it away." Qui-Gon laughs darkly,

"Three weeks!"

"I'm going to go borrow something of Obi-Wan's," you say ignoring him. He stands and quickly gets between you and Obi-Wan's door. "What?" you ask angrily. "Are you sure you are okay?" he asks softly. "I'm fine." He gives you a questioning look.

"Really, it looks much worse than it feels. But, can Obi-Wan walk me to my

room?"

"No," Qui-Gon says firmly. "I need to have a very long talk with him."

"Please? You can talk with him tomorrow. I need him tonight," you plead. He

looks at you for a long moment. He sighs, "I want him back here by sunrise and

don't expect to see him very much this week, he is going to be very busy."

You nod and he moves out of the way of the door.

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"Why did you throw away my shoes too?" you ask, as you and Obi-Wan walk down the hall to your room. The floor is cold on your bare feet. You are wearing

Obi-Wan's rolled up trousers and too-long tunic.

"I'm sorry, I guess I got carried away." he answers. You throw him annoyed look,

"Sure, fine, whatever. Don't let it happen again." He gives you a sharp look, but you ignore it. You arrive at your room and key open the door. You walk in and collapse onto the bed with a sigh. Obi-Wan crawls on the bed next to you. He kisses you softly on the cheek.

"What did Qui-Gon say?" You turn and look at him. "He said he wouldn't interfere in our relationship."

Obi-Wan smiles, "That's good."

You frown, "He also said that I would always be his and gave our relationship 6 weeks."

"That is not so good." You pull his padawan braid bringing his face to yours, "I don't want to talk about him right now."

He gives you a sexy smirk, "What do you want to do?" You give him a lustful smile as you remove his belt and tunics. You caress his bare chest as he removes your tunics. His mouth finds a breast and kisses it lovingly. The light touch of his tongue sends waves of pleasure through you.

Your breathing quickens as his fingers dance across your other breast. His touch

is soft, teasing your flesh. His tongue snakes down your stomach, making you shudder with anticipation. When he gets to the waist of your pants (actually his pants) he laughs softly. "These are way too big," he says as he slides his hand inside. You spread legs giving his hand room to explore.

You moan as his hand softly plays with your lips. Pleasure surges through you as

he slides a finger inside of you. "So wet, so soft," he whispers, his mouth

kissing your hips. He inserts another finger as you rock your hips against him.

His fingers move slowly, teasing you, making you want more.

You whimper softly as he removes his hand to pull off your pants. He removes his pants and mounts you. You love the feel of his hard hips pressing against yours.

His stiff cock is at your opening. You ache for him to enter you.

He kisses your face softly, "Do you want me?" he asks huskily.

"Oh, yeah," you whimper. He teases you with his cock, pressing it closer, but not entering. You squirm underneath him, wanting him inside of you. He continues to tease you and you push up hips and spread your legs wider, inviting him in. "Not yet, precious," he teases, kissing your ear, his hot breath making you gasp.

"Please," you beg. He asks in a low tone, "Are you mine?"

"Yes, yes," you gasp.

"Take me." He stares deeply into your half-closed eyes as he thrusts his hips

into yours. He moans as his cock penetrates you. You sigh with satisfaction as

he fills you, thrusting deep inside of you.

You move your body against his, wrap your legs around him, savoring the

friction, the surging passion. You open your minds to each other, letting the

pleasure and desire flow between you. He deliberately slows his thrusts, letting

your climax build until you are on the edge of a tidal wave. "Now," you demand

with a ragged breath. He moans loudly as he thrusts hard and fast into you,

coming with you. "Obi-Wan," you scream as he fills you with his hot liquid, his

hips frantically crushing into you. Your body explodes with pleasure, shuddering

beneath him.

He collapses on top of you still moaning. "I love you," he says breathlessly. "I

love you, too." He rolls to the side and pulls you into his arms. You kiss his

sweaty chest.

"It is almost time for you to leave," you say softly. He sighs, "I know, but I

want to stay until you go to sleep." He kisses your face gently. "Close your

eyes," he says. You close your eyes and he kisses them, softly tracing your face

with a finger. He continues to kiss you softly, whispering, "Sleep, my love."

You drift off to sleep, savoring his kisses and whispers.