The Return 5

by Dorotea

Type: Adult

Rating: NC-17

Spoilers: None

It is your birthday. You have talked Qui-Gon into taking you to a night

club, he isn't happy about it, but he has not been happy all week. Everytime

you have tried to have a serious converstation with him, he suddenly has

something very important to do. If that weren't bad enough, he had brought

his apprentice, Obi-Wan (or the Oaf, as you refer to him) along to the club.

What the fuck was going on?

You throw a glare at Obi-Wan. The three of you are sitting at a table in

front of a large stage. The music is loud, with a techno beat. Qui-Gon hates

it. Obi-Wan doesn't seem to notice the music at all, he is to busy gawking

at the dancers on the stage. The only thing they are wearing is body

glitter.

You pour yourself another glass of wine. You've been at the club less than a

hour and the third bottle has just been opened. Qui-Gon has had one drink;

you and Obi-Wan had been busy refilling your glasses. You are feeling quite

buzzed.

You turn to Qui-Gon. "Why is he with us?" you ask pointing at Obi-Wan.

Qui-Gon glances down at you with a small smile, "He wanted to come. I

didn't, so I figured one of us might as well be happy."

"What about my happiness?" you mutter. He doesn't answer.

Fine. You were going to have fun somehow. You lean over and whisper in

Obi-Wan's ear, "You know, it would be very messy."

Without taking his eyes off the dancers, he asks, "What would be messy?

"The glitter. While you were fucking them, it would get all over you. Your

whole body would get covered in glitter." 'Hmm....,' you think to yourself,

'that might be a nice sight.' Obi-Wan's mouth falls open. You close it for

him. "What have I told you about that? Something will fly in it."

Qui-Gon leans over, "Didn't I tell you no to tease Obi-Wan?" he says

sternly.

"Didn't I tell you I wanted to be alone with you on my birthday? He's a big

boy, he'll survive," you respond looking down at Obi-Wan's lap. Life is no

fun if you don't push the limit.

Qui-Gon shakes his head at you saying, "You are playing with fire, little

one."

Ignoring him you say, "Remember my 24th birthday, the hot springs? Now that

was fun."

Obi-Wan smiles and drunkenly says, " I remember that, very hot."

You glare over at Obi-Wan, "Why would you would remember that, you were in

your room, studying, right?"

He looks away quickly, "Um, nothing, nevermind."

"You watched us, didn't you?"

Obi-Wan doesn't reply, he just pours more wine in his glass and gulps it

down in one breath.

Beside you Qui-Gon is chuckling.

You turn your glare on him. "Did you know he was watching us?"

"Well," he explains, "I figured it was the least he deserved for having to

put up with your teasing, not to mention your habit of prancing around

half-naked."

You sit completely still for a minute. The mixture of anger, shock and wine

is making it hard to formulate a response.

"First," you say sternly, "I have never pranced in my life. Second, you are

both perverts. Third, I am giving up sex completely."

They both begin to laugh, loudly.

You knit your brows together. "What is so funny about that?"

"First," Qui-Gon responds, still laughing, "you calling someone else a

pervert. Second, the idea of you giving up sex."

"You wouldn't last a week," proclaims Obi-Wan, way too amused.

"I beg your fucking pardon, I lasted 3 years on my last mission without

sex."

"You did not?!" exclaims a drunken Obi-Wan.

"Well, mostly," you qualify.

Obi-Wan falls out of his chair laughing.

The only way this birthday could get worse would be if the Dark Lords of

Sith returned.

"How do you "mostly" survive without sex?" he asks from the floor.

You arch an eyebrow, "I'd explain, but you're not experienced to

understand."

"Try me." he says teasingly.

"No, thanks. I prefer men and you do not qualilfy."

He jumps up quickly and you can feel the heat of his anger. God, he looks

sexy. 'No', you say to yourself, 'you do not think he is sexy, you are just

satisified that you managed to get a rise out of him. Hmm..rise might not be

the right word.'

Qui-Gon puts a restraining hand on Obi-Wan's shoulder. Obi-Wan has the look

of a savage animal. A small wave of lust sweeps through your body. A

beautiful savage animal. You hate him for making you feel this way.

"That is enough from both you," Qui-Gon says with the calm that Jedi Masters

have, which annoys you. "Why don't you two dance and makeup."

"What?!" you and Obi-Wan scream at the same time.

"Kaeleena, you said earlier you wanted to dance. I do not dance. You will

dance with Obi-Wan." he says in the "Master" voice, which means he has

decided, you can argue all you want, but in the end it will be done his way.

You decide you hate him too.

Suddenly, Obi-Wan takes your hand. "I would be honored to dance with you.'"

You stare up at him. He has a wicked glint in his eyes. He's looking at you

the way a carnivore looks at fresh meat when he hasn't eaten in a week, no

make that a month. You know he is up to something, but it won't be anything

you can't handle, hopefully. If you refuse now, he will have won. You are

not going to hand him victory that easily. You let him lead you to the dance

floor.

There are couples of all kinds dancing. It is too crowded to much more than

sway together. The techno music pulses through the floor and walls. You put

your arms around his neck and his hands enlcose your waist. The two of you

begin to move to music. Your are wearing a long, sheer green silk sheath

dress that your sister sent you as a birthday present. Your lightsaber hangs

from a chain loosly circling your waist. His hands begin caress your curves.

He leans in closer, "Your dress is so soft. I love the way it feels." He

begins nuzzling your ear, his hot breath arousing you. "I've wanted to hold

you for so long," he continues. "I've wanted to feel you pressed against me.

To touch you, kiss you." His hand finds a breast a begins to softly stroke

it. He kisses you gently on the mouth.

This is not fighting fair. 'No, no, no,' you think, ' I am not going to let

him do this to me. I will not get aroused. I am not getting wet. I do not

want him', It is isn't working. The warmth is rising in you. You let out a

slight moan as his fingers trace your nipple. You try to clear your mind.

"I'm carrying my lightsaber," you remind him. He ignores you and begins to

kiss your neck.

"What are doing?" you ask. You try to sound harsh, but it comes out as a

whimper.

"Dancing." he whispers.

"Well, stop it."

"Why," he looks at your flushed face, "are you getting flustered, aroused

maybe?" he asks slyly. "You have been teasing me for years, now it is my

turn," he says as he pulls you closer. You can feel his arousal pressing

into you. Oh god, your nightmare was a vision of future.

You decide to try another tactic, before you have an orgasm on the dance

floor. "Qui-Gon is watching us."

"If he weren't, would you want me to continue?"

"No."

Do not lie, little one, Qui-Gon speaks in your mind.

You glance over at the table, he is standing. Happy Birthday, I'm leaving.

Why are leaving me alone with him? you ask, as Obi-Wan continues to fondle

and kiss you.

Consider him a birthday present.

Obi-Wan is my birthday present?!

Yes, please return him in one piece in the morning.

I don't want him, maybe you can return him and get your money back!

He just turns and walks out of the club.

Must stop this, must stop this, must stop this. "I don't think this is a

good idea, Obi-Wan; we don't even like each other." It is very difficult to

form coherent sentences with his hands moving all over you.

"I still want to fuck you," he growls.

"Well, aren't you the sweet talker?"

He laughs softly and kisses you are on the mouth, gently pushing his tongue

in. He probes gently, as if asking permission to do more. His hands gather

up the material of your dress, pulling it up. "What are you wearing under

your dress?" he asks lustfully.

"Nothing," you whisper in his ear, licking it gently. Afterall, it is rude

to refuse a gift.

He gasps and you can feel him growing even harder against you.

You lead him to the a dark corner of the club. You pull his padawan braid

bringing his face close to yours. You want to taste him, devour him. You

kiss him forcefully, thrusting your tongue into his hot, delicious mouth.

He pushes your dress up around your waist. His hand moves across your hips

and down toward your clitoris. As his hand reaches between your legs, your

body gives an involuntary shudder. A spasm of pleasure engulfs you.

"I've wanted you for so long," he whispers. "I have to have you here, now."

Your brain is trying to tell you to stop this now, but your blood is rushing

elsewhere.

"I want you, too."

"Say it again, say my name." he says in low, lustful voice. His hand is

stroking you to the rhythm of the music. People are everywhere, but the

music is loud and the club is dark. Noone is paying any attention.

"I want you, Obi-Wan," you moan. 'I want you inside of me." You know you are

going to regret this tomorrow, but you can't stop yourself.

"Beg," he commands as he slides a finger into you wet opening.

You can sense he is on the edge, he wouldn't stop now, but you've already

sunk this low, might as well go all the way.

"Please," you whimper. You mean it. As much as you hate it, you want him.

He slides another finger into you and groans as you grind your hips into

him.

Your hand finds his cock. You stroke the hardness through his pants. He

groans and moves his hand faster. You free his cock from his pants. It is

hot and hard. You slide your hand up and down his shaft.

He gasps, "I'm not going to last much longer, it has to be now." He puts his

hands on your waist, holding up your dress, pushing you roughly against the

wall. He moves quickly, acting on instinct, you wrap your legs around him,

positioning the tip of his cock so it will enter at his first thrust. You

tighten your thighs around him, pushing him into you. He moans loudly.

"You feel so good, hot and wet," he moans. The music is vibrating the wall

against your back as Obi-Wan thrusts into you, sending spasms of pleasure

through you immediately. You've never orgasmed this quickly. The forbidden

is always sweeter. His hands grasp you roughly, bruising you. His moaning is

growing loader. People are beginning to notice. You always imagined he would

be loud. You use the force to turn their heads away. Not proper to use the

force that way, but fucking up against the wall in a dance club isn't proper

either, so to hell with it. Besides, your Master always told you, "If you're

going to jump off a cliff to your death, do it with style."

Obi-Wan explodes inside of you, his body convulsing into yours. He lets out

a primal scream, unable to stop, he bites into your shoulder to control it.

You can feel blood running down your front as his teeth sink in, but you

don't even feel pain.

The two of you stay pressed against the wall for a while, neither of you are

capable of doing anything else.

Obi-Wan speaks first, your blood on his lips. "I think I've ruined your

dress. His bite had torn the dress, which now had a large red stain on the

shoulder.

"I don't care," you answer honestly.

He smiles, "Well you were right about one thing, you are a great fuck."

You return the smile, "I was right about something else, too. You are not a

man."

Anger and hurt flash in his eyes so you quickly finish, "You are a wild

animal."

He gives you his bad boy look, "You haven't seen anything yet."

"We better go back to the Temple."

"Yes, to your quarters, I'm not finished with you yet." He gives you wicked

smile. "I want to hear you beg more. I'm going to have my revenge for every

derogatory thing you've ever said or done to me."

Whoever said revenge wasn't sweet?