Title: The Return 17

Author: Dorotea ([email protected])

Disclaimer: Sue me, but I'm not making any money from this

Rating: NC-17

Summary: Kaeleena has a food fight with Obi and sex with Qui.

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"So ask yourself now: Can you forgive her

if she wants you to?

Ask yourself: Can you even deliver

what she demands of you?"

The Pet Shop Boys, 'Can you Forgive Her?'

The Return 17

You yell, "NO!" laughing and backing away from Obi-Wan.

He lunges at you and tackles you to the floor, spilling a bottle of wine and

knocking over a small table.

He straddles you, "Eat it, you know you want to!" he teases.

You press your lips together tightly and try to get out from beneath him.

"There is no escape, precious," He taunts as he begins tickling you with his

free hand. When you open your mouth laughing and protesting the tickling he

stuffs a handful of grapes in it.

You start choking and try to spit out some of the grapes.

"Don't spit it out!" he yells, laughing and putting his hand over your mouth.

"Swallow! Swallow!" he encourages you.

You finally get the mouthful of grapes down. "Didn't you say the same thing

to me in the bathtub?" you laugh.

He laughs. "Hmm. I think I did."

"It is really not polite to stuff food down someone's throat."

"I have something else I can stuff down your throat," he says with a leer.

You frown, "Already had that, I liked the grapes better!"

"You are asking for it now," he warns, smiling and giving you a playful slap

on your leg.

You pull his braid, bringing his face in close, his lips lock on yours as he

lets his weight fall on you.

The door slides open and a very grim Qui-Gon walks in. He immediately steps

on some fruit on the floor. He looks warily around the room and then fixates

on Obi-Wan lying on top of you.

"What happened here?" he says picking up the now empty wine bottle.

You and Obi-Wan scramble up and start picking up the assorted food, plates

and glasses that are on the floor.

"Obi-Wan made lunch for me," you explain.

Qui-Gon raises a brow, "And it is all over the floor, because...?" he asks.

"Well, umm, we had a little food fight," you answer chewing your lower lip

and studying your bare feet. A toering would look nice you think absently.

"Food fight?" he asks in disbelieving tone.

You nod, not making eye contact.

He turns to Obi-Wan. "Clean this mess up now," he orders.

"Yes, Master," Obi-Wan replies obediently, as he continues to pick up grapes

that covered the room.

*Just be glad he didn't walk in 15 minutes earlier, while we were still

naked* you send to Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan chuckles out loud, drawing a withering glare from Qui-Gon. Obi-Wan

immediately stops laughing and continues picking up.

Qui-Gon collapses onto the sofa, stretching his long legs out and leaning

back.

You pick up a full bottle of wine from the floor and a glass. You pour a

glass of wine and offer it to Qui-Gon. He sits forward and accepts it,

taking a small sip.

"I guess the meeting didn't go well," you say softly.

"Three hours of listening to Mace tell me how many different ways I went

against the code on my last mission and how I could at least show up on time

and not smelling of sex."

"Sorry," you whisper, running your fingers through his hair.

He looks up at you sternly. "I'm afraid to ask what you did," he says

frowning and taking a large drink of wine.

He pulls you onto his lap, you snuggle up and put your head on his shoulder.

"Ummm...this and that," you answer evasively.

He grunts and turns his attention back to Obi-Wan.

"Have you meditated at all today, padawan?" Qui-Gon asks, frowning.

"No, Master," Obi-Wan answers nervously.

"Go to your room now and meditate." Qui-Gon orders.

"Yes, Master," he answers passively, but his eyes are burning at the sight of

you on Qui-Gon's lap, looking very comfortable.

He doesn't move for a moment, just stares at Qui-Gon, challenging him with

his eyes. They stare at each for a long moment, battling with their eyes.

Finally, Obi-Wan looks downward, he gives you a quick kiss on your cheek,

without even looking at you and leaves the room. Qui-Gon stares harshly

after him until the door has closed behind him.

Trouble, big trouble is coming, the voice in the back of your head tells you.

You ignore it and refill Qui-Gon's wine glass and sit the bottle down on the

floor.

"Tell me more about this and that you did this afternoon," Qui-Gon asks.

"Well, Obi-Wan groveled sufficiently, so I decided not to kill him. He drew

a bath for me and then went to get some fresh clothes for me. After my bath

he made lunch for me. He is definately trainable."

Qui-Gon raises a brow, "I once thought the same thing about you."

You frown at him.

Qui-Gon returns your frown with one of his own. "What else did you do with

my padawan?"

You feel your face heat up. He never told you not to have sex with Obi-Wan.

Afterall, he left you naked in bed with him. You don't like his tone of

voice, nor his interrogation. You're feeling guilty, but not that guilty.

"Oh, we had sex a few times too," you say flippantly. "If I would have known

you were that interested, we could have recorded it for you to watch."

You can feel his entire body tense up. His eyes narrow. This was not a good

time for sarcasm you realize belatedly.

"I'm sorry," you immediately apologize. "I shouldn't have said that."

He takes finishes his wine and sets the glass down on the floor.

'If this is going to work, you're going to have to watch your attitude," he

says sternly.

You sigh softly. "What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean. You're going to have to behave."

You huff. "You want obedience."

"That is only part of it. I don't want you playing your little games."

"I don't know what you're talking about," you say with a small smile.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about."

"I'll be good," you answer with a resigned sigh.

Qui-Gon gives you small grin, "I knew you were trainable."

You frown, then laugh softly, giving him a kiss on his bearded cheek.

"You'll be bored within a week."

"Why don't we try it and see?" he asks with a smile.

You slide off his lap and remove his boots. "I love you, Master," you say

kissing his lips as you crawl back onto his lap.

He gives a wary grin. "Ah, you're learning."

You again kiss him on the lips, your hands caressing his chest. "I know what

will make you feel better," you whisper in his ear.

"What is that?" he asks as he undoes your belt.

You move so that you have a leg on each side of him. You reach down and

remove his belt, toss it aside and spread open his tunics. You kiss his

chest softly, moving your mouth slowly around his nipples, sucking them until

they are hard beneath your tongue. He leans back, his hands caressing your

sides.

You push his tunics off the rest of the way and shrug yours off also. His

hands travel over your breasts, hardening your nipples. You lean closer,

your mouth over his, tasting him. You rock your body slowly against his,

enjoying his hard legs between your thighs. You hand moves up and down his

muscular chest and stomach, he moans softly as your hand continues down to

his cock. You stroke him softly through his pants, feeling him harden and

grow with your touch.

His hands roam down over your breasts and stomach, sending an explosion of

warmth through your body.

"These have to come off," he says huskily, pulling on your pants.

You slide off of him and remove your pants.

"Your turn," you reply in a whisper as you undo his pants and pull them off.

You kneel between his legs, your tongue moving from his knee up his hard leg

and over his balls. You lick his shaft, then take it into your mouth,

sucking hungrily on it. You slide your mouth up and down him, taking him as

deep into your throat as you can. He groans and arches his hips as you

continue sucking him. His hands comb through your hair, pulling your head

as you swallow his pre-come and your tongue circles his hardness.

You release his cock and climb back on top of him. His large hands grab your

hips and guide them over his cock. You lower yourself so that his tip is in

your vagina. He moans and pulls you down over his shaft. You let out a

small gasp as he fills you, moving slowly up and down.

His hands move over your body to your breasts, fondling and caressing them.

You increase your speed, wanting him deeper inside of you. You moan as his

cock stretches and fills you. His hand moves down to your mound, a finger

massaging your clitoris. Your orgasm rushes through your body like fire and

you let a scream out as your hips take on a frenzied motion against Qui-Gon.

You lean down and bite into his shoulder, not wanting to scream out again,

knowing Obi-Wan can hear you. You can sense his jealousy already and you

don't want to make it worse. Qui-Gon's hips buck off the sofa beneath you as

he climaxes, filling you with his hot liquid.

You collapse into him, kissing him lightly where you had bitten him.

"You don't usually bite," he whispers. "I like it better when you just

scream."

You lift your head up and stare into his half-closed eyes. He knows why you

didn't scream and he's playing with you.

"I...I didn't..." you stutter.

He smiles softly as he wraps his arms around you, holding you tightly. You

bury your face in his chest.

He strokes your hair softly, whisper, "I love you, little one."

You can feel his love for you and you close your eyes tightly, fighting back

tears.

The guilt and shame washes over you. You don't deserve his love. You know

that Obi-Wan doesn't love you in this way, but you can't give him up. You

want both of them, you can't choose one over the other.

"Why do you love me?" you ask, your voice barely a whisper. "Why?"

TBC