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Malastare
By : laloga13
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Malastare

Maybe the Force had a sense of humor, after all.

“So we're stranded, then.”

It wasn't really a question, but Kalinda still felt like she needed the confirmation, because after so much else had gone wrong, she wanted to be sure. Beside her, Obi-Wan kicked the hull of their little two-seater ship in a most uncharacteristic show of irritation and sighed. He ran his hand through his lengthening hair – he seemed to be uncertain of just what to do with it now that he didn't need to keep it Padawan-short – and then looked at her.

“It appears that way.”

Kali sighed as well and considered the ramifications of slicing the hyperdrive in a few choice places with her saber, then decided that would be a most un-Jedi-like way to conduct herself. Surely the Council would disapprove. Instead, she cast him a speculative look. “You said that the Temple is sending someone?”

Another, deeper frown creased Ben's face even as he nodded. “Yes...tomorrow morning.”

“Tomorrow...?” She didn't need to check her chrono to know that it was many, many hours from right now; early afternoons on Malastare were hot and bright enough to make themselves known without any timekeeping devices. “But...the mission's a bust...what are we supposed to do until then?”

Obi-Wan shot her a lifted brow. “Get very, very drunk, of course.”

For a moment she stared at him, open-mouthed, but his smirk gave the joke away. “You're an ass, Ben,” she said at last, shaking her head and crossing her arms in front of her chest. “A massive one.”

“Ah, of course,” he replied with a grin. “There are no decent bars on this world. How careless of me to forget and tempt you in such a fashion, Kali.”

No matter how much she wanted to, she couldn't let herself laugh and give him the satisfaction of knowing that he was right, so she exhaled and turned away, thinking to maker her way back to the township – unnamed and tiny, of course – and see if she could finagle a room for the night. Their plight, while not desperate, was starting to grate on her nerves, and she was ready to be gone from this planet. Moments later, Obi-Wan was beside her, matching his stride to hers easily and giving her a concerned look. “I was only trying to make you laugh,” he said, touching her wrist. “But it seems I've done the opposite.”

“No, Ben,” she replied, shaking her head. “I'm just...tired, is all. It's been hard.”

Despite her annoyance with the situation, she couldn't help but chuckle at the double entendre, unintended as it was, and when she slid her eyes to him, she saw that he was fighting back a grin as well.

“Very hard,” she added in her most prim voice. “So, so hard...and long.” At his look she heard herself actually giggle. “The mission, Ben. What were you thinking of in that depraved mind of yours?”

Obi-Wan lifted his brow at her as they walked through the dusty excuse for a town; everything was reddish and bright, and she thought that she really disliked this section of Malastare. “You have a keen imagination, Kali,” he replied, his eyes filled with a gleam of attraction that she recognized well. “And if I know you, your mind is infinitely more depraved then mine. I'm a novice, you know. An innocent.”

“Right,” she snorted as they approached a promising-looking building. “Obi-Wan Kenobi: the very poster-boy of innocence.”

From a certain point of view, they were in luck because a room was free for the night; from another...

“Just one room,” Kali said with a sigh as she surveyed the tiny space, outfitted with a single, pull-out bed and a minuscule 'fresher. The entire room was dull and dim, though thankfully clean and devoid of any noticeable stains, so it was a step up from many of the places in which she'd stayed on past missions.

“In a manner of speaking,” Obi-Wan replied from behind her; both of them couldn't fit through the doorway at once, so he'd let her enter, first. As she took a seat on the bed – first stripping off the comforter – he poked his head in the 'fresher. “It's been cleaned, recently, if not used.”

Kalinda began to remove her boots; her knee was aching after an arduous day clambering through the Malastare countryside, and she wanted nothing more than to lie down and take the weight off of her old injury. With a sigh, she fell back against the pillows as Obi-Wan took a seat beside her, the mattress squeaking and shifting with his weight.

“Dibs on the bed,” she murmured, shutting her eyes and wrapping her arms around the surprisingly downy pillow. “You'll have to sleep on the floor.”

There was mock-hurt in his voice, even as she felt the gentle pressure of his hands at her left knee, massaging the site of her old injury with practiced ease. “Ah, I see,” he said in a grave manner. “How unfortunate. Is there no way I can convince you to share?”

With his words, he increased the pressure, and she exhaled sharply; kriff, he knew just how to touch her...

A familiar heat began to creep through her body at the feel of hands on her, even with their relatively chaste placement on her kneecap, over her leggings. He knew - of course he knew - and she felt his amusement in the Force even as she felt the initial stirrings of arousal from him as well. In response, Kali let out a soft murmur of appreciation, aand arched her back just so. When she felt his arousal spike a bit more, she smiled to herself.

Opening her eyes, she studied him for a moment. His auburn hair was glinting faintly in the dim light of the room and his eyes held that familiar gleam of mischief that always made her a bit weak in the knees, injury notwithstanding. Beneath his proper Jedi tunic she could see a flash of skin, and his stormy blue eyes on hers were filled with intent even as his hand rested lightly on her knee.

They'd vacillated between “friends” and “lovers” for nearly a decade, since they were teenagers, such that she wasn't really aware of the distinction anymore. Right now, with the warmth of his skin reaching her even through her leggings, she wasn't really concerned with the definitions of either.

Judging from the look in his eyes, Obi-Wan wasn't, either.

Kali sat up and scooted beside him, folding her knees beneath her and giving him a querying look. “So, do you want to fool around or what?”

“Never one to mince words, are you?” he chuckled, before reaching up to cup her face so that he could kiss her soundly.

As always, she practically melted under his mouth and her body molded itself to his almost instinctively; she gave another murmur as he ran his hands through her hair, pulling it free of its plait so that he could work his fingers through the dark strands. Kali reached her arms around his shoulders, running her hands up through his finger-length hair and urging him closer. At this, Ben used his leverage to gently move her down so that she was lying horizontal beneath him, kissing her all the while.

His kisses moved from her mouth to her jaw, then her neck and collarbone, making her suck in her breath and give a wordless murmur; there was a bit of stubble on his chin, remnants of the harried nature of their mission, and it scratched against her skin in a not-unpleasant manner. As he kissed her, Kali began to work at the fastenings of his belt; moments later, she'd loosened the bit of leather and let it slip to the floor, then turned her attention to his tunic and undershirt.

All Jedi were supposed to be in peak physical condition, but there was something special about Ben; she didn't know how, but the smooth planes of his chest, coupled with his sinewy arms was the perfect combination, and always drove her well-beyond distraction. Just as she was freeing his torso from the pesky layers of clothing, he pulled back. Balancing on one hand, he caught her cheek with his other in a feather-touch. They were both breathing heavily, but he seemed not to notice as he studied her.

“What is it?” she asked, starting to second-guess herself and her hasty actions.

Obi-Wan smiled. “Just admiring the view,” he replied, brushing a kiss against her mouth; the lightest touch of his lips, the feathering of his warm breath on her skin...they sent a tremor of desire through her like nothing else. As her breath hitched he smiled again, this time with the mischievous glint she knew well. “Now you can finish disrobing me.”

“Didn't know I needed permission,” she replied with a roll of her eyes as she stripped off his tunic and undershirt in one motion, tossing them to the floor. Her own clothing followed – all of it.

As her hands skimmed across his bare skin, she noted the shiver that moved through his body in response to her touch, and she kissed him again, pulled him closer to her because he was just too, too far away. Breathlessly, he shifted so that the length of his body was pressed along hers, letting her feel how hard she'd made him through the thin fabric of his shorts, and beneath his mouth she whimpered with need.

Obi-Wan moved his mouth from hers, to her collarbone and neck, and he slid one hand beneath her back as if to pull her closer to himself. Beneath his touch, Kali arched her back and ground her hips against his throbbing shaft, groaning his name when she was met with only fabric. “Ben...”

“Hold still for one moment,” he replied with a throaty chuckle, indicative of the fact that he was working to control himself. Kali sighed and fell back to the pillows, watching him as he shimmied out of his shorts. Once he was free of the constraining fabric, she grinned and reached down to tease the faint dusting of auburn hair that trailed from his navel. As she did so, his breath caught and his eyes closed, briefly.

In her hands, he was swollen completely, flushed a dark, dark pink and she could feel drops of moisture forming at his tip. Clearly, he was ready. Kali stroked him a few times, gently enough to make him groan and thrust himself forward into her hands, a silent plea for harder, faster, more.

“Ben,” she murmured into his ear even as his breath caught – she was toying with his head, his length, his base – “I need a little more time...”

Poised above her as he was, Obi-Wan exhaled and seemed again to fight for a measure of control as his eyes opened and her vision swam with a dark and stormy blue. “Oh, good,” he said in a mild voice that contrasted with the dilation of his pupils and the shortness of his breath. “I was worried we'd skip one of my favorite parts.”

With that, he drew back from her and sat so that he was resting on his folded knees, his erection swelling between them. As he took her in, her heart began to beat even harder beneath her chest, and she felt her entire body flush when he smiled. It only took the lightest touch of his fingertips against her upper thighs to part them, and she opened herself to him.

First he caressed her thighs, then his hands slid – slowly, infuriatingly slowly – to her core, where he spent several minutes teasing her outer edges, making her breath hitch and her hips lift as if to draw him in. “Patience, Kali,” he chided in a soft voice as he caressed her, even as his fingertips fluttered closer to her heated core, sliding along her folds, which were soaking wet.

She couldn't form speech, not just yet. Ben leaned back over her, balanced on his left hand even as he worked her with his right; when he sought the nub of her clit, Kali gave a whimper and her hips tilted again. “Please,” she whispered at last. “Please...”

But he appeared to be in no hurry. Obi-Wan toyed with her a moment longer, his fingertips becoming coated with her own fluids; that was when she felt the lightest, gentlest brush of sensation, farther back from her core but still quite intimate. The sudden change made her eyes open, and she blinked up at him through the haze of desire he'd spun around her. His expression was querying and just a little bit hopeful.

“We've never done that before,” she managed to say even as he continued to – so gently – explore the cleft between her cheeks.

“Does this bother you?” he asked, studying her in that thoughtful way of his even as he caressed her ass. “We don't have to...it was a fleeting thought.” At this, he actually flushed, as he'd done when they were younger and still figuring the whole sex-thing out. “You know that I love your rear.”

She giggled and pushed herself into his fingertips, so that he was probing her entrance. So far, the sensation was odd but not uncomfortable, and she could sense the potential for amazing pleasure. “Don't say 'rear,' Ben. It sounds...silly.”

There was a pause as he considered, then she felt his finger dance around the edges of her passage. Kali arched herself closer to his touch, and out of her almost-closed eyes she saw him smile. “What am I supposed to say, Kali?”

“Ass,” she whispered, lifting her legs up to wrap around his waist to give him better access. “Just say 'ass.'”

He gave a chuckle then his hand lifted; bracing himself above her, still, he looked down at her in consideration, as if they were negotiating a treaty and his cock was not hovering before her core, tantalizing and just barely out of reach. “You're certain?”

Kali groaned and tried to pull him closer with her legs, but he remained fixed in place, smirking down at her. “Am I to take that as a yes?”

“For Force's sake, Ben,” she huffed, dropping her legs and glowering at him. “You can be such an ass sometimes.”

“You seem remarkably fixated on the word, today,” he replied, lifting his brow and shifting his length so that he was brushing her outer lips. “Perhaps we should discuss the matter instead of...”

Even as she gave a groan of frustration he chuckled, bending his head to kiss her once, an action which sent a heated flare of arousal through her entire body. “Let's continue the usual way for a moment,” she said when they broke apart, both of them panting. “Then you can have at my rear.”

“So you can say it, but I can't?”

It was amazing how he could tease her so, even now. Kali wanted to reply, but before she could speak, he slid himself inside of her core, filling her to the brink; all she managed was another gasp as she clutched at his shoulders. Obi-Wan thrust forward, again and again, and for several minutes they were each lost to the sensation.

Finally he pulled back, still sheathed within her, and gave her a careful look. “Kali...?”

“Yes, Ben,” she whispered, leaning up to kiss his cheek. “Please.”

Nodding, he slid out of her and she felt him lean back again. “How do you think we should go about this?” he asked after a moment. “I'm in unfamiliar territory.”

“Me too,” she replied, glancing up at him and noting the sheen of sweat that had appeared on his skin. “But I've seen holos...” With that, she sat up and placed her knees on the bed, facing away from him and bracing herself on the wooden headboard with her hands. “Like this.”

She heard his breath hitch; a glance behind her back showed her that he had taken his length in his hand almost absently stroking himself as he watched her movements. He whispered her name, and approached her, curving his body along her back so that she could feel his shaft at her seat, as well as the furious pace of his heart as he pressed his chest to her.

“Kali,” he said again, a plea this time, and she felt his fingertips slide through her cheeks again, more insistent than before as he stroked her, teasing and toying with the sensitive tissue. Again, she thought that the sensation was strange, but it was also starting to be intensely pleasurable; she trusted him implicitly, after all, and knew that he did, her.

When she felt his index finger slide inside of her, so gently, so slowly, she couldn't help but whimper his name. She heard him inhale sharply, felt the warm exhale of his breath against her skin, felt the pressure increase as he slid further inside; there was discomfort, just a little, but he was gentle. A steadying breath, the kind she normally reserved for meditation, helped her body relax a bit more and the discomfort faded.

When he spoke again, his voice was hoarse. “Kali...now?”

“Yes,” she managed, and the pressure slipped away. The bed below her knees shifted and she felt Obi-Wan's hands cup her ass even as his length brushed against her entrance; his skin was hot, burning hot, and his arousal in the Force was intoxicating.

“Yes, Ben,” she whispered again as she felt him gently push himself forward, into her waiting body. However, this time the pressure was more than she was prepared for, and she was unable to suppress a gasp of surprise.

Immediately, Obi-Wan halted his movements and she felt his hands smooth over the small of her back as he caught his breath. After a moment he spoke. “I don't have anything to ease this along...we don't have to-”

An idea sprang to her mind and she twisted her head around to regard him. “Would it be an egregious thing to use the Force for this?”

His eyes widened for one moment, then he let out a chuckle, still caressing her skin as he drew her ass closer to him; she could feel the insistent press of his cock, so she gave a soft sigh and pushed herself towards him. “I think it will be okay,” he said with another light laugh. “As long as we think about what we've done, after. Meditate on it, perhaps.”

“I'll be thinking about this for a long time,” she replied. “Trust me.”

A moment later, and Kali felt the gentle touch of the Force against her skin; the sensation, coupled with that of Obi-Wan's length as he was starting to slide it within her, made her suck in her breath even as she urged her body to relax and accept him.

At first there was intense pressure and slight pain, though the latter faded beneath the caress of the Force, giving way to a kind of pleasure that was unlike any she'd ever known. She was filled with Obi-Wan, and his hands tightened at her waist, drawing them even closer together while he murmured her name. As he did so, Kali reached for him through the Force so that her awareness was entwined with his; a moment later she felt him reach back, a light brush against her consciousness that was filled with affection and desire.

With a final sigh, he sheathed himself within her, to the hilt, and she gasped. Now they were joined together in every possible way, and Kali surrendered to the sensations, for when he began to move inside of her, she couldn't tell where her own pleasure ended and his began. In his thoughtful way he started gently, assessing her reactions through the Force and physically, but after a few minutes, after she whimpered his name and some other encouraging words, she felt something within Obi-Wan release, and he gave way to his passion.

Hands gripped her waist and he thrust his length inside of her, his rhythm becoming slightly erratic as she felt his arousal spike in the Force. As for herself, Kali was lost to the spirals of pleasure that were rippling between them, wrapping them both in desire and heat; his hands were fire on her skin, her body was completely full of him, and she heard someone with her own voice cry his name, once.

Somehow, impossibly, one of his hands slid down to her core, to her clit that was swollen and begging for his touch, though she hadn't even been aware of the fact until he touched her. Kali cried out again as he thrust inside of her and worked her with his hand, because he knew just how and where and when.

Their orgasms took her by surprise; one moment she was drowning – happily drowning – in his touch at her clit and in the feel of his cock as he buried it in her ass, and the next her entire body was shuddering with release, as if a floodgate had been opened within her. Ben's own release came at almost the same time, and she felt him flood her body with his warmth even as her muscles tightened around him. He cried her name, she his.

The next thing she knew, Kali was still bracing herself against the headboard, panting and trembling with the aftershocks of the orgasm. Her Ben was still inside of her, though he was pressed against her back and gasping as if he'd run a thousand miles; he was still so warm, and she could feel the sweat from his chest on her own skin. A light kiss on her spine made her shiver again, and she twisted around to regard him, though it was difficult with him still inside of her.

“Wow,” she managed, smiling.

Obi-Wan chuckled and slid out of her body so that she could ease herself to a reclining position on the bed; soon they were lying side-by-side, letting the faint trace of cool in the room's air sweep away the flush of heat from their bodies. For a few moments, neither one spoke, then Obi-Wan looked down at her and reached for her cheek. “I knew I loved your rear for a reason.”

She rolled her eyes and settled against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. “What did I say about that word?”

“Excuse me,” he replied in a dry voice. “I knew I loved your ass for a reason, Kali. Is that better?”

She glanced up at him and pretended to consider, furrowing her brow and looking troubled. “No,” she said after a moment, shaking her head. “No, it sounds wrong when you say it.”

He sighed. “I can't win.”

“I think you just did,” she replied, kissing his chest.

At this he gave a light laugh, though his voice turned speculative with his next words. “At least this mission wasn't a total loss." At her look of confusion he grinned at her. "We seem to have learned a new Force technique.”

“Oh, yes," she replied with a nod. "We should inform the Temple at once.”

Obi-Wan chuckled and reached for her again, sliding his hand down the curve of her hip so that he was cupping her ass; as he spoke, he gave a squeeze. “The moment they pick us up tomorrow, I'll start on the report. In the meantime, however,” he added, and she noted with pleasure that he was starting to harden once more. “We should practice our form a few more times.”

“Of course,” she said, silently thanking Jedi-stamina as she leaned up to kiss him again. “We don't want to look like amateurs.”
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Malastare	By : laloga13 Category: Star Wars (All) > Het - Male/Female Views: 4163 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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