Author: Dorotea ([email protected])
Title: The Return 20
Disclaimer: Not mine, not making any money, please don't sue me, despite
the fact it would be so funny to hear this read out loud in court.
Summary: Kaeleena chooses.
Feedback: Pretty please? [email protected]

"You know I love you, I always will
My mind's made up by the way that I feel
There's no beginning, there'll be no end
'Cause on my love you can depend"

'Love is All Around' by Wet Wet Wet



You leave and begin quickly walking down the hall. It doesn't take you long
to figure out you are being followed. You stop and sigh. Not again. You
don't have time for this now.
You turn to face Obi-Wan. You are expecting him to be glaring at you, but
instead he is standing, looking slightly down. He is holding out a bouquet
of flowers.
"I'm sorry," he says softly.
You stare blankly at him. Damn, he is learning. It would be so much easier
if he weren't.

weren't.
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You take the flowers and bite your lip to prevent you from saying anything
sarcastic, such as 'If I would've known that you would give me flowers, I
would've kicked your ass a long time ago.'
"Thank you," you say, relieved that you were able to be nice.
"You're welcome."
He stares at you, you stare at him.

"Umm...I'm late, I have to go," you stammer. Why are you suddenly
speechless? This is not a problem you normally have.
"I can walk with you," he offers.

"Okay," you say and the two of you start walking.
"Did you and Qui-Gon resolve anything?" he asks hesitantly.
"Umm, not much. Only that I'm a bad influence on you and I'm in need of
punishment."

"I guess I won't be getting much sleep tonight," he says with a bitter
undertone.
"According to Qui-Gon, you haven't been getting much sleep anyway. I think
he wants to punish you," you say with a smile.
"Oh, he told you about my, umm...late night adventures?" he says with a cocky
grin. He seems proud of himself. Too proud.

"Yes, he was quite eager and happy to tell me. The man has a cruel streak."
"I have a feeling you didn't cry any tears for me, the way you did when
Qui-Gon slept with your..."
You stop walking and put your hand over his mouth. "Don't even say it!"

He frowns at you. "Tell me you were at least a little jealous," he says
pouting.
You give him a sad smile at him. "I was. When he told me, it took me
forever to answer him. But, you're right it wasn't the same."
"I understand, you're not in love with me." he says, searching your eyes for
the answer he already knows.

You look down, not wanting to see the hurt in his eyes.
You sigh heavily, "I'm sorry, Obi-Wan, I really made a mess of this. I want
to try to make my relationship work with Qui-Gon. I think I have something
real with him. What you and I have is based only on sex and that is just not
enough. I hope we can be..."
He interrupts you. "If you say friends, I will hit you again," he says with
a mock threatening voice.
You give a small laugh, "Okay, how about we try to build a platonic
relationship?"
"That is just as bad, maybe we should just go back to hating each other."
"Is that what you really want? Would that make it easier?" you ask sadly,
looking up into his eyes.
"No," he says in a low voice, "But I can't have what I really want. And I
don't expect you to make anything easy, you've never made anything easy."
You can't resist, you grin slyly. "Are you saying I make things hard? I do
have seem to have that effect on men." you say teasingly.
He shakes his head and frowns at you. "You have the most inappropriate sense
of humor," he says angrily, but then smiles sadly. "That is just one of the
many things I love about you."

"You don't love me," you scoff. "You just think you do. You'll be over me
in a week. Two weeks, maximum."
"I think about you all the time," he says moving closer to you, looking at
you with bedroom eyes.
"Wanting to have sex with me is not the same thing as being in love with me."
"I don't just want to have sex with you," he says as he places his hands on
your waist.
"Okay, when you think about me, what do you think about doing with me?"
"I think about us practicing together, so I can kick your ass without
getting into trouble," he says chuckling.
You hit him over the head with the flowers. Twice.
"Now you're really dreaming."

He leans in and kisses you. "I know you want me," he whispers in your ear.
The touch of his lips and his hot breath sends small tingles through your
body. He senses it and moves closer, pressing his body into yours.
You close your eyes and build up your defenses. "No, Obi-Wan. I have made
up my mind, I'm trying to be nice, but if you don't stop this..."
He interrupts you with another kiss, his hands roving over your body.
You break away from the kiss. "I'm late, I have to go."
"If you weren't late..."
"I would still say no. There is no way my relationship with Qui-Gon is going
to work if I keep sleeping with you!" you answer, exasperated.
Obi-Wan presses in closer. You can feel the anger in him rising, "What about
our relationship?"
"Have you not been listening to me? I want to have a platonic relationship
with you. No sex! None, ever."
He glowers at you. "I don't think that is fair."
You roll your eyes at him. "I'm sorry, but I'm really late and I have to go,
NOW!" you say pushing him away from you.

He pushes you back into against the wall and moves his face in close to yours.
"Someday you will be mine. Do you understand?" he whispers harshly, his
hands tightly gripping your arms.
Your first instinct is to push him away again, but you know that will only
escalate things. You decide the easiest way to diffuse his anger is to
subjugate yourself. Let him think he is in control.
You lower face and whisper, "I understand."
His grip loosens on you. "I'm not going to give up. I do love you. I'm
going to prove it to you." He kisses your lips lightly and releases your
arms. He starts to turn to leave, but he stops his eyes roving up and down
your body. "By the way, your hair is a mess, your tunic is inside out and you
smell like sex." He grins then turns and walks away.
'Dinner is going to be so much fun,' you think as you run down the hall,
'of course none of this is going to matter because the Council will probably
send me to the Outer Rim for the next 20 years.'


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You show up for dinner wearing a simple cotton dress, feeling very anxious.
You push the buzzer on the door and rock back and forth on your toes waiting
for the door to open. The door opens, and Qui-Gon's sizable bulk fills it
completely. You give him a quick smile as he moves aside to let you in.
"Is Obi-Wan here?" you ask nervously, looking around the room.
Qui-Gon grins, apparently thinking your anxiety is amusing. "No, I decided
to let him go out."
You sigh in relief, "Good!"
You sit down at the table. "Wine?" you ask lifting an empty glass.
As he sits down, he picks up the bottle and fills your glass and his. You
gulp yours down in one breath.
"Bad day?" he asks.
You take the wine bottle and refill your glass. "Yes, but I don't want to
talk about that."
Qui-Gon takes a sip of wine, "What do you want to talk about it?"

"Your apprentice," you say picking up a piece of bread and taking a bite.
"What about him?"
You swallow and answer, "He gave me flowers this morning."
Qui-Gon grins, "Really? I guess that is a good sign."
Your mouth falls open, aghast. "A good sign? A good sign of what?"
"He's learning how to treat women."
"Well, he didn't learn it from you. You've never given me flowers."
"I haven't? Are you sure?"
"I'm sure, but that is not really important right now, I'll save that for
someday when I'm angry at you. What is important is, I told him I want to
have a platonic relationship with him."
Qui-Gon keeps his face impassive, but you can see the happiness in his eyes.
"Did he take the flowers back?" he asks with a sly grin.
You frown slightly, "No, but he didn't really seem to grasp the concept of
'no sex'."'

Qui-Gon frowns, "What happened?" he asks worriedly.
You shrug. "Nothing I couldn't handle. I don't think he is going to give up
easily, though. He claims to be in love with me, but I think it is more a
matter of male ego."
Qui-Gon sighs, "I'll talk to him. I'm sure it will blow over in a couple of
weeks."
The little voice in the back of your head tells you that is not likely, but
you ignore it as usual. You get up and move over to where he is sitting.

You sit down on his knee. "Thank you," you say softly, kissing his cheek.
He puts his arms around you and pulls you closer. He kisses your neck
softly.
His hands begin to roam over your body. "You look beautiful tonight."
You smile seductively. "Let's skip dinner," you say unclasping his belt and
tossing it to the floor. Your hands slide inside his tunics, caressing his
muscular chest. You moan softly at the feel of his warm skin beneath your
fingers.

You breathe faster as his hands travel up and down your body. You lean in
and kiss him passionately, your hands continuing to rove over his chest. One
of his hands discovers a breast and fondles it heavily.

Your tongue delves deeply into his mouth as your hands move down to undo his
pants. You can feel his arousal pressing urgently into your leg.
He breaks away from your kiss. "I want you now," he says huskily. His hands
move to the back of your dress. He finds a long row of buttons and growls.
He slides you off of his lap. He stands up behind you and turns you toward
the table.
He reaches for the top button and unbuttons it, then he takes the material of
dress into his hands and pulls, tearing all the buttons off.
As they bounce onto the floor, he groans, "Too many damn buttons."

As he slides your dress off you answer, "Why do I even bother with dresses,
they always seem to get destroyed."
Qui-Gon pushes your hair out of the way and begins kissing the back of your
neck, his hands roving over hips and up to your breasts. His touch sends
waves of lust through you. His fingers deftly play with your nipples, making
them hard and causing you to moan softly. You can feel his hardness pressing
into your back. You would rather have it presing into somewhere else.

You turn around to face him, his hands never leaving your body. You finish
undoing his pants and they drop to the floor. He steps out of them as you
stroke his large cock. He moans as your hands move slowly over his shaft
and down over his balls. He puts his hands on your hips and lifts you up
onto the table. He spreads your legs and runs his hands over your thighs,
coming close to, but not touching your center. You moan in frustration. You
take put your hand on his and lead it to where you want it.

He smiles sexily and kisses you as his fingers play with your folds, stroking
you gently at first, then gradually more intensely.
His fingers caress your clitoris as you moan, "More, please."
He slides a finger inside of your wetness. "How is this, little one?" he
asks as his finger moves inside of you, sending waves of heat throughout your
body.
"More, Master, more..." you plead.
He slides two more finger inside of you, stretching you to the point of
delicious pain. You gasp as he begins to move his hand roughly, almost
lifting you off the table.
"How is that?" he asks in low whisper.

Incapable of forming any coherent response, you just groan and nod your head.

His mouth latches on to yours and his tongue pushes deep inside as his
fingers continue to move at a frenzied pace inside of you. Just as you are
on the brink of orgasm he pulls his his hand away.

As you whimper in protest he asks, "Are you mine?"
"Yes, Master," you answer in a ragged whisper, wrapping your legs around his
hips.
He moves in closer, his cock barely touching your opening. "Only mine?"
"Yes, please take me," you beg as you lean back on the table, arching your
hips, inviting him in.
He grabs your hips and thrusts his hardness into you. "Mine," he says
possessively as he enters you.

Qui-Gon's hips slam into as you tighten your legs around him, pushing him
deeper inside of you. He grunts loudly as he pumps into you. His cock hits
your sensitive spot, quickly bringing you back to the brink of orgasm. His
mouth devours yours as his pace increases. The table begins to wobble and
slide across the floor and you fear is going to break. He must fear the same
thing, because he lifts you off the table and carries you to the bed, still
buried deep inside of you.

He kneels down placing you on the edge of the bed. You lie back as he pushes
you into the middle of the bed. He lets his weight fall on you as begins to
thrust into again. You let out a scream of pleasure as he begins to slam
hard into you, the force of his hips against yours and the friction of his
cock inside of you bringing you quickly to orgasm. Waves of pleasure sweep
through your entire body as your muscles contract against his hardness.

He moans loudly as he comes, filling you with his hot liquid, his hips
bucking frantically into yours. When his body stops shuddering, he kisses
you tenderly. You wrap your arms around him and hold him tight.
"I love you," you whisper softly.
"I love you too, little one," he says as he covers your face with kisses.
Qui-Gon looks deep into your eyes. "You will always be mine," he whispers.
"Always," you answer, without any doubt.