The Return 2

by Dorotea

Type: Adult

Rating: NC-17

Spoilers: None

Authors's Notes: I can't stop writing, how did this happen? I love smut,

what can I say?

************************************************************

You awake to the sound of someone repeatedly pressing the buzzer on your

door. You mumble a few curses in your native language and untangle yourself

from the large man in sleeping next to you. He is snoring rather loudly. You

smile to yourself at the memories of last night. How many positions had you

tried? Let's see him on top, you on top, side by side...no wonder he was

snoring, even Jedi get tired. The buzzing of the button turns to loud

banging on the door snapping you back to the present. Muttering curses under

your breath you press the intercom button, "What?" you grumble.

"Kaeleena? It is Obi-Wan, have you seen my Master?" he asks in an irritated

voice.

You sigh, Obi-Wan had not approved of your relationship with Qui-Gon.

"Um...yes I have seen him many times," you answer, no point in making it

easy for him. He was fun to play with.

"I meant have you seen him recently? He was supposed to meet in the practice

room this morning, and for SOME REASON he never showed. I happened to meet

Master Windu while I was waiting for THREE HOURS and he mentioned that YOU

had returned this week, so I thought this might be a good place to check,"

he responded, sounding very annoyed.

"My mission went well, thanks for asking. The planet Pekaboo is beautiful.

They have this most wonderful tradition of putting henna tattoos on women's

bodies..."

"Kaeleena! Open this door now!" he rudely interrupts.

"Does this mean you want to see my tattoo? It came out quite well, I had it

put on the small of my back..."

"Kaeleena stop pestering Obi-Wan, umm I didn't even notice that tatoo last

night." Damn, the man was quiet, you hadn't even heard him get up. He

wrapped a robe around you, after stroking your henna tattoo. He reached for

the control panel and opened the door.

An exasperated Obi-Wan stood in the doorway. His arms were crossed and he

was scowling. You couldn't help but notice how much he had grown up in the

last three years, he was taller than you now and very well built. He must be

nineteen now. Legal, you think to yourself. "He's 20 actually." Qui-Gon

whispers in your ear. Oops, you redden slightly and invite Obi-Wan in,

hoping he hadn't picked up that thought. He strides in still scowling.

"Master, you should not be here!"

"Who is the Master and who is the Padawan?" Qui-Gon demands gruffly. You try

to hold your tongue but can't resist adding, "I hope this doesn't lead to

the same thing between the two of you as it did between Qui-Gon and myself

last night. Well, that could be interesting, if you would let me watch."

Qui-Gon glares at you with such force, you shrink and back away. Not the

right thing to say.

"See, she is a bad influence on you, she is oversexed, she is trouble! You

would probably be on the council by now if it weren't for her."

"Obi-Wan you will return to your room and meditate on the proper way to

speak to your Master. We will discuss this later." The tone in which Qui-Gon

spoke left no room for disagreement and Obi-Wan threw one last glare at you

and turned and left.

You realize now you are alone with Qui-Gon, normally this could be fun, but

you have a feeling he was in a dark mood now. You reach out cautiously with

the force to check his thoughts. You get nothing in return, he has put up

the walls again. Neither of you say anything for several minutes, finally

the Master speaks,

"I think you like to play games too much little one." He says it in a very

quiet, deep voice. "Obi-Wan is right, when I am with you I behave in a way

that is not proper for a Jedi Master."

Proper for a Jedi Master? What is wrong with having fun? You always

accomplished your missions, it was not necessary to be serious all the time.

So what if you liked drink a little, dance a little, flirt a little, have

your body pierced. You were still a good Jedi Knight, true they might never

let you take a padawan, but you always got your work done. Looking up at his

face you respond, "I guess this means we won't be having that threesome I

was hoping for." You know it was a smart-ass response, but that is how you

defend yourself. The feeling of doom rises in your stomach. You look down

away from his face unable to hold eye contact with him. You could feel tears

welling up in your eyes and you don't want him to see them. You walk over to

a small table and pick up your hairbrush. With your back to Qui-Gon you

begin brushing your long red hair. You are suprised when his large hand

gently takes the hairbrush from your hand and he begins to brush your hair.

"Do you think you could refrain from teasing Obi-Wan?" he asks softly. There

is not much point in lying to a Jedi Master so you answer, " Probably not,

it is too much fun." The Master chuckles softly, "Little one, I do not know

what to do with you."

"I could give you a list," you offer, "we could check each item off after

you have completed it to my satisfaction." You turn to face him, he smiles

down at you. He holds the hairbrush up, "I think we should start with a

spanking." His eyes are twinkling wickedly. You arch your left eyebrow at

him, "I thought we were going to have a serious conversation this morning."

"It is actually afternoon and it is quite impossible to have a serious

conversation with you. A Jedi Master knows a lost cause when he sees it." He

takes one stride and sits down on the edge of your sleep sofa. Either his

legs were too long or your quarters were too small. You gaze at his long,

muscular legs and decided the room was the only thing at fault. "Come here,

Kaeleena," he commands.

You stand still for a moment, there is no fun in making things to easy for

him. Once he finds out you would do anything he asked, you will never hear

the end of it! You cock your head to the side, "Why?" you ask.

He gives you a wicked smile, "For your punishment, little one." He pats his

lap and arches his eyebrow at you. Your insides turn to mush and a shiver of

anticipation tingles through you. You slowly walk over to him (your legs are

much shorter than his.) You stand in front of him and he commands, "Drop

your robe." You obey, letting the robe fall to the ground in a heap. His

eyes rove up and down your naked body.

*You are beautiful*, he says in your mind. Out loud he says, "Over my knees,

now."

"Yes, Master." You lay across his lap. He lightly fingers your tattoo of a

snake eating itself . His hand moves lower to your bottom and he caresses it

softly. Suddenly he brings the back of the hairbrush down on your bottom

with a smack. "Ow, that stings," you exclaim. He paddles you again, "Good,"

is his response, "Maybe you will be able to stay out of trouble for a

while." Smack, the brush meets with you backside again. "You know," he

continues, "there was a reason you were sent to such a remote planet for 3

years." Smack. Your bottom is turning red now. You can feel his arousal

growing. Smack. "Are you going to behave, little one?"

"Yes," you say quickly. Smack. Ow, your bottom was really starting to hurt

now. "Yes, what?" he says huskily. "Yes, Master," you respond correctly. He

puts down the hairbrush and rolls you over so you are sitting in his lap.

His hand begins tenderly touching your breasts, his fingers circling your

nipples. He kisses you softly on the forehead. His hand descends slowly down

your stomach, finding your moistness. You spread your legs to allow his hand

access. His fingers trace your outer lips and your clit. You moan as he

strokes you, the heat rising in you. He discovers the inner lips and slowly

slides his fingers into your wetness. He kisses you deeply, his mouth

devouring yours. His fingers begin to move faster. You are throbbing with

pleasure. You arch your back and rock your hips rhythmically, meeting his

pace. His mouth moves down to your breasts, his tongue teasing your nipples.

You bury your head into his shoulder and being sucking, deciding the Master

shoulder have a hickey.

Your blood is rushing and your entire body is pulsating with pleasure. The

desire sweeps over your body in waves. You can feel how aroused the Master

is. You can feel his hard cock throbbing against your side. Gasping you say,

"Take me, now, please." He gives you a lustful look, "Ride me," he commands.

You straddle him, putting your hands on him massive shoulders. His hands

enclose your waist as you tease him by moving slowly across his cock, not

letting him enter you. He moans beneath you. "Now, little one, now," he

whispers.

You would have teased him longer, but your desire to have him inside of you

won't allow it. You lower your hips, taking him inside of you. The intense

heat of him inside you causes you to cry out. You move your hips frantically

enjoying the pulsing hardness filling you. "Slow down," Qui-Gon moans. In

response, you speed up. You both climax together, a tidal wave of pleasure

engulfing you. His hands grasp you so hard, you know you're going to be

bruised tomorrow. He falls back on the sleep sofa and you stretch out on top

of him, resting your head on his sweaty chest. "Thank you, little one," he

whispers as he runs his fingers through your hair.

"You're welcome, that's my job, to keep your from being so serious all the

time," you answer.

He chuckles, "Is that was Master Yoda told you?" "Well his exact words were,

' Qui-Gon, smiles not enough', I inferred from that he must mean for us to

be lovers."

Qui-Gon laughs, "Is sex your answer for everything, little one?"

"No," you answer, "sometimes drinking and dancing are good too. Of course it

is possible and a lot of fun to combine all three."

"You've never done all three with me."

"Umm, well, I've heard," you stutter.

"I think I'm going to have to keep a close eye on you, maybe tie you to the

bed," he says in a mock threatening voice.

You don't say anything, sounds like fun to you.