The Return 7

by Dorotea

Type: Adult

Rating: NC-17

Spoilers: None

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Author's Notes: I don't know if I'm going to continue this series after this

or if this is a good point to end it, let me know what you think!

"I didn't want to hurt you baby

I didn't want to hurt you

I didn't want to hurt you

but you're pretty when you cry

I didn't want to fuck you baby

I didn't want to fuck you

I didn't want to fuck you

but you're pretty

when you're mine."

Vast, "Pretty When You Cry"

Something is nibbling on your ear. You try to roll over, but someone is on

top of you. You open your eyes. 'No', you think to yourself. "Obi-Wan, what

are you doing?" you ask.

"Waking you up," he whispers as he slides his cock into you.

You try glare at him, but he's distracting you. You close your eyes. When

you open them again, he will be gone and last night will have just been a

nightmare (a very good nightmare). You try to move your arms, but he is

holding them down.

You sigh. You open your eyes. He is still there. You try to be annoyed. You

try to wish him gone. He is moving slowly inside of you, kissing your neck.

You tell yourself you are not enjoying this. It doesn't work.

"Not now," you say with as much annoyance as you can muster.

"Yes, now," he whispers lustfully.

"You're insatiable."

"Is that a problem?"

"No, but I promised to return you to your master in the morning, and I think

it is afternoon already."

"Are you going to return yourself to my master?" he asks carefully.

"Shut up and kiss me," you say as you wrap your legs around him, pushing him

deeper inside of you.

You see a flash of something in his eyes, you're not sure if it is hurt or

anger, but he doesn't say anything. He leans down and kisses you deeply.

You slide your tongue into his mouth, enjoying the heat of his lips. You

grind your hips into his, encouraging him go faster. His hard cock feels so

good, you want more, you arch your back and press him deeper into you. His

breathing quickens as he thrusts into your wet tigthness.

"I could make love to you forever," he moans.

Your only response is gasps as you climax. His mouth devours you as he

shudders, releasing himself deep inside of you.

He releases your arms and mouth, tenderly kissing your forhead. "I..." he

starts to speak, but is interrupted by the door buzzer. "Let's ignore it,"

you and Obi-Wan say together, laughing.The buzzer doesn't stop. Obi-Wan

groans, "I think it is Qui-Gon."

"Let's definately ignore it then," you answer. You are not looking forward

to facing him.

"He is just going to get angrier if we ignore him."

Suddenly the door opens and Qui-Gon strides in.

He doesn't say anything, just stands and stares coldly at you and Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan is still on top of you and the sheets are a tangled mess on the

floor.

No one moves for a minute. Finally you ask, "Wasn't the door locked?"

"Yes," he replies calmly.

"Well, could you excuse us for a minute?" you ask crossly.

"No," is the impassive reply.

"Could you turn around?" you ask.

"I've seen you naked before," he answers with a tight smile.

You sigh, realizing he would stand there all day. Obi-Wan rolls off of you,

untangles a sheet and hands it to you.

"I told you to return him in the morning," Qui-Gon says.

"Well, we needed some sleep," you respond.

"I'm sure you did. You were very busy last night. Coruscant security was

here looking for two Jedi matching your descriptions."

Obi-Wan pulls on his pants. "What for?" he asks nervously.

Qui-Gon stares harshly at his apprentice, "Oh, there was quite a long list;

disturbing the peace, public nudity, indecent acts, a lightsaber duel...."

"Ooh, I can explain that one," you offer. "You see Obi-Wan just needed

sometime to "recharge", so we decide to practice."

Qui-Gon turns slowly and glares at you. "I'm not here to talk to you. I will

deal with you later. Sit down and be quiet."

Dismissed, as usual. Anger rises in you.

He turns back to Obi-Wan, "You should have practiced some discretion,

especially considering the situation. The entire Temple knows. Running

through the halls, half-dressed, dripping wet did not go unnoticed. I

"persuaded" Coruscant Security that nothing ever happened, I will not do

that again. You willl learn to control yourself. Do you understand,

padawan?"

Obi-Wan hangs his head low, "Yes, Master."

You can't stay silent any longer. "It was my fault, not his," you say.

Qui-Gon harshly says, "I told you to be quiet."

"No, I won't be quiet. You did everything but tell us to sleep together, and

now..."

He takes one stride over and grabs your shoulders roughly. "I gave you the

opportunity, I did not tell you to sleep with him. You did what you wanted

to do and now you will do what I want, you will sit down and be quiet." He

pushes you down onto the bed.

The hurt and anger in his voice doesn't stop you. "You can not just dismiss

me," you scream, standing up.

Qui-Gon raises his hand toward you, but Obi-Wan jumps and grabs his arm.

Qui-Gon ignores Obi-Wan and roars, "You are mine! I told you I loved you,

what else did you need?"

The words hit you like a tidal wave, you sink to the floor in a pathetic

heap. Tears well up in your eyes. You try to stop them, but begin sobbing

hysterically, hiding your face in the sheet. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," you

whimper between sobs.

As you continue to cry, Obi-Wan says pleadingly to Qui-Gon, "Make her stop,

Master."

"You woke up with her this morning, you make her stop, apprentice."

Obi-Wan sits down next to you and begins uneasily patting your shoulder.

"There, there, it will be okay," he says as if you had fallen and skinned

your knee.

Between the sobs you laugh, looking up at him. "That was pathetic," you say.

He rolls his eyes. "I'm trying!"

Qui-Gon shakes his head. He sits down on the edge of the bed and pulls you

onto his lap. You bury your head in his chest as he wraps his strong arms

around you. He rocks you slowly, kissing the top of your head.

"You have a lot to learn about women, apprentice," he says to Obi-Wan.

"Obviously," Obi-Wan replies.

"Little one, look at me," Qui-Gon says softly.

You look up slowly, he gently wipes the tears from your face.

"I'm sorry, too. I haven't been willing to share my feelings with you and I

have been dismissive of you," he says evenly.

"Do you still love me?" you ask tearfully.

He strokes your face tenderly, "I will always love you."

"Can I get that in writing, along with the part about you being sorry?" you

ask.

He doesn't answer, but bends down and kisses you on the lips. You return his

kiss as his large hands begin to caress you, unwrapping the sheet to find

your breasts.

Obi-Wan clears his throat. "Ahem."

You and Qui-Gon both turn and look at him. His arms are crossed and he looks

angry. "May, I leave, Master?" he asks stiffly.

Qui-Gon studies him for a moment. "No," he answers.

"What?" you and Obi-Wan both ask.

"Stay and join us," Qui-Gon invites.