The Return 3

by Dorotea

Type: Adult

Rating: R

Spoilers: None

Author's Notes: I didn't plan on this going this way, I'm an Qui-Chick, but

Darth Dieben put the thought of Obi smut in my mind and I couldn't chase the

damn plot bunny away! :-)

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You are standing in front of one the many fountains at the Jedi Temple. It

is beautiful with multi-colored water cascading over marble. Suddenly you

feel powerful arms wrap around you. "I heard about your new assignment, but

I just can't believe it." His voice is deep, yet very gentle.

You turn and face him. "I can't believe it either, I don't know what I did

to deserve it."

"Well," Qui-Gon continues, "dyeing all of Master Windu's tunics purple might

have had something to do with it."

You laugh softly, "There is no proof that was me." The Master picks up your

hands, which have a slight purple tinge to them. "Hmm...," he says, "maybe

you should wear gloves next time. By the way, Obi-Wan does not look good in

pink under tunics."

"That's not what Maya told me. She said he looked quite good in them and

even better out of them. He should thank me!"

"Oh really, I think I'm going to have to have a talk with my padawan. But

first tell me when do you start in the nursery?"

You scowl at the mere mention of your new assignment. Nursery duty! Really

training young minds was important, but what were you going to teach to a

bunch of 3 year olds? It was demeaning. You were a Jedi Knight, you could

outfight any other Knight in a lightsabre duel and just about any Master

too. What was the Council thinking?

"They were probably thinking that you could relate to a 3 year old." Qui-Gon

smiled, rubbing your shoulders softly. You push his hands down. "Hrumph."

"You're lucky," he continues, "they didn't send you to Hoth or something. I

knew I should have tied you to the bed to keep you out of trouble."

You look up at him. Arching an eyebrow you say, "You try it and we'll see

who ends up on top." He smiles wickedly, "A challenge! I have a meeting in

10 minutes, but I'll meet you in my quarters in two hours."

"Obi-Wan isn't there is he? I don't think I can handle his gloating right

now, I would have to kick his ass." Qui-Gon smiles, "As much fun as it would

be to watch you and Obi-Wan in a catfight, do you think I would invite you

to my quarters for a challenge like that if Obi-Wan was there?"

You lick your lips, "Umm, well, no, of course not."

He kisses you on the top of your head. "You have the dirtiest mind, little

one."

You stand on your tippytoes and kiss him lightly on the mouth, "That's why

you love me."

"I'm going to be late for my meeting," he says stroking your cheek, "Why

don't you go straight to my quarters. Stay out of trouble or else." "Or

else, what?" you ask with a smirk. He doesn't answer, he just swats your

bottom as walks away. This gives you a warm rush of memories from your last

"punishment". You walk away from the fountain with a huge smile on your

face.

You decide to go straight to Qui-Gon's quarters, not to be good, but to see

if you can find some kind of trick to play on Obi-Wan. He was such a cocky

bastard sometimes. Your friend Maya seemed to like his cock, but then she

had never been with Qui-Gon, so what did she know? Believing the quarters

are empty you don't buzz, just walk in. Obi-Wan is meditating on the floor.

"Damn," you think. He doesn't look up, so you turn around and try to sneak

out, but he has sensed you.

"Having fun wiping noses, Kaeleena?" he asks mockingly.

You sneer and consider taking out your lightsabre, but control yourself.

"Why, is yours runny, padawan?" He stands and quickly strides over to you.

"I really do not see why Qui-Gon puts up with you. You are spoiled, bratty,

and..."

"Yes, but I'm a good fuck," you interrupt. Looking up at him, you realize

that everyone at Temple is taller than you with the exception of Yoda.

Obi-Wan sighs and responds stiffly, "I'm sure I do not care what kind of

fuck you are." You arch an eyebrow at him. "I'm sure you do care, but you

will never know personally." Obi-Wan opens and closes his mouth several

times trying to think of a response.

Your turn and sit down on the sleep sofa, making yourself comfortable.

"I do not care!" Obi-Wan finally manages to get out. "Please leave, Qui-Gon

will not be back for a while."

"He told me to stay here, of course, he also told me you wouldn't be here,

but I wouldn't want to disobey him." You give Obi-Wan your sweetest smile.

He doesn't buy it. He arches his eyebrows, "How stupid do you think I am? I

know you never listen to him. I know all about your 'punishments'."

You were going to have to have a talk with Qui-Gon about what information

should not be shared with his padawan. "Well, I'm turning over a new leaf,

I'm going to be very obedient now. And I think you have the intelligence of

that rock Qui-Gon gave you." Obi-Wan glares at you with his mouth open. "If

you don't close you mouth, something might fly in," you offer helpfully.

Obi-Wan swallows and says in a very slow, steady voice, "Get out now, or I

will throw you out."

You make no effort to leave, instead you stretch out and say, "Obi-Wan, I'm

thirsty, do you think you could get me a glass of water, maybe with a splash

of..." You don't even see him move, in a fraction of a second he has thrown

you over his shoulder and is carrying you toward the door. Using your Jedi

reflexes, you knock him down to the floor, flat on his back. You straddle

him, "Bad padawan, bad, bad!" you tell him.

"I am not a dog!" he yells, quickly tossing you over on your back. He holds

you down and straddles you. "Bad, bad 'little one', if Qui-Gon can't control

you, maybe I can." He leans down and kisses you harshly. His hands roughly

massage your breasts, pulling your tunic open. Suddenly he stops. You

whimper beneath him. "Qui-Gon is coming," he whispers urgently, climbing off

of you. You quickly jump up and straighten your hair, forgetting about your

tunic.

The door slides open, Qui-Gon strides in. "Uh oh," he says seeing Obi-Wan

standing with you, "Obi-Wan I thought you were going out with Maya." Obi-Wan

nervously laughs. "She had to cancel, her Master wanted her to practice her

lightsabre technique." His face is bright red, as is yours.

You notice the Master looking at you with a puzzled expression. "It was

fine, really, we were just practicing some hand to hand fighting

techniques," you explain.

Qui-Gon stares at you for a moment then looks at Obi-Wan. "That must be a

new technique, padawan, you've never pulled half my tunic off practicing

before," he says harshly.

You look down and realize your left breast is completely uncovered. You

quickly pull your tunic closed. Oh damn, you had really done it now.