Teach Me

by: Sarina Argus aka Aya

Rating: NC-17

Spoilers: uh no, but this wil tie into another 2 stories

Standard stuff: Only 2 are mine, the rest are you know who's, no money for this

done for love

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Chapter 2

Enjoying the wonder in his eyes, she slowly lowered her head to his, watching

his eyes widen slightly. Her lips brushed his lightly, a chaste kiss. She raised

up slightly and stretched out along him, hands still pinning his, though not as

hard. "Well Ben," she whispered softly against his mouth.

"Well what?" he breathed.

"You said swordsmanship was your strength," she purred, sliding one leg between

his.

"Yes," he managed, wondering if she knew what she was doing to him.

"Strategy for swordsmanship," she said softly, brushing his lips again.

"Shara." he breathed.

"Teach me."

His surprised look lasted a half-second as she brought her mouth down on his

again.

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In the town bar, Qui-Gon visibly jolted, feeling heat seep

into his cheeks. Across from him, Rees blinked and smiled, relaxing into his

chair. Qui-Gon stared at his friend. "I suppose we'll be staying here for a

while," he said with a weak laugh.

Rees chuckled and ordered two more drinks.

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Ishara kissed him gently at first, twining her fingers in his as she slowly

rubbed her leg against the growing hardness in his trousers. Increasing the

pressure on his mouth, she slid her tongue between his lips, tasting him for the

first time. One of her hands moved from his, lightly stroking the sensitive skin

of his wrists before moving to his face, touching his cheek lightly, then moving

to his hair, tilting his face to hers. She broke away again long enough to catch

her breath, then trailed wet soft kisses from the cleft in his chin, along his

neck, ending at the edge of his tunic.

His head was spinning, overwhelmed. He slowly moved against her leg, shivering

with the new sensations overcoming him. He caught his breath quickly, only to

let it out in a soft moan. Taking his free hand, he guided her mouth back to

his, capturing it in another kiss.

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Qui-Gon shifted uncomfortably in his chair again. The next chance they had, he

would work on improving his padawan's mental shields. While it was important to

maintain the mental link between master and student, in some cases it proved...

disconcerting. He eyed his friend, who sat back enjoying the meal they'd

ordered. With a curious glance, he asked, "Rees, how...?"

Rees answered nonchalantly, "Apparently, Ishara's mental skills are a bit more

advanced than Obi-Wan's."

Qui-Gon shifted again, willing his own shields into place.

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They lay together, kissing and touching for a while longer. Then Shara broke

away, breathing heavily. She reached for the neck of his tunic, ripping the damp

fabric easily. At his amused glance, she said simply, "Sometimes the direct

approach is the most effective one."

He caught the wicked glint in her eyes and she lowered her mouth to his chest,

nipping him gently, tasting his warm skin. Her tongue circled his hard flat

nipple, sending a shock through him. He threw his head back, reveling in the

sensations. Then, taking her advice, he caught her by the shoulders, rolled her

onto her back and returned the favor, rending her tunic. Placing hot kisses on

her skin, he murmured, "The direct approach has several advantages." He traced

her breasts with his tongue, flicking the hard nipples lightly. She exhaled,

purring his name. Running her hands through his hair, she pulled him away from

her body, guiding his mouth to hers again. Kissing him deeply, she lightly ran

her nails down his back, resting her hands on his waist, fingers slowly working

their way inside. Rolling him onto his back once again, she broke away once

more. "Then again," she whispered, flicking the curve of his ear with he tongue.

"When one has determined her objective." Her mouth moved down the length of him

slowly, nibbling the sensitive skin of his neck.

"Often it is necessary." placing wet kisses down his chest to his waist, fingers

slowly easing the fabric down.

"To orchestrate distractions." kissing one hip then the other, freeing his

straining cock from the tight, damp fabric.

"In order to keep your true goal hidden." She took him fully into her mouth,

drinking in his scream of pleasure.

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Qui-Gon grabbed the edge of the table, exhaling hard. Rees eyed him, amused.

"Problems, my friend?"

Qui-Gon gave a dagger-look to his friend. "If you'll excuse me, I think I'll go

for a brisk walk to the falls."

Rees smiled. Paying for their meals, he said, "I believe I'll join you."

~TBC~