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Feeling This	By : serendip Category: Star Wars (All) > General Views: 1848 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Way in the back of her fanciful mind, Mari knew that she was dreaming. Even as a child, she'd always had vivid dreams and the best ones, the ones that were played in her sleep over and over - as she grew older, she'd even learned to have a measure of control over them.
It could be incredibly... stimulating.
In the week since the celebration, she'd had this particular dream almost every night, though this time everything was clear and detailed in a way it hadn't been before. Perhaps because she'd spent so much time thinking about it, or perhaps because they were leaving the next day. It didn't matter why - even if it was only in her dreams, she was entirely immersed in the moment...
In the perfect quiet of the forest, still, her body was pressed against the old-growth tree, but neither the roughness of the bark or the chill of the night air were any bother to her. Not here.
She watched, rapt, as Obi-Wan turned, guiding Cody's large hand to his shoulder. It was a long moment before Cody broke their shared gaze, and when he did, his eyes lowered and he watched his own fingers drawing patterns over Obi-Wan's fair, freckled skin.
After a minute, Obi-Wan turned again even as Cody continued to touch him, and the Jedi's movement caused Cody's hand to sweep across his back. From her place, Mari could hear Obi-Wan's softly accented voice, probably telling him where other clusters of freckles were located, but she couldn't bring herself to pay attention to the words.
The two men were standing so close to each other now, back to chest... Obi-Wan inclined his head in Cody's direction as he spoke, his face turned toward her half-hidden position, and she was lost, caught up in studying the handsome, masculine features of Obi-Wan's face before she turned her attention to admire the equally breathtaking clone commander.
As she did, Cody leaned forward, only a fraction of an inch, but she swore she could see the well-developed muscles of his chest brush against the smooth planes of Obi-Wan's back. Her breath stuck in her throat, the pace of her heart quickening at the sight of them so close, together.
One of Cody's hands was now wrapped around Obi-Wan's bicep, holding on to him, and the other was touching the back of his opposite shoulder. Cody was so intently watching the play of his fingers over his general's skin, she felt a sudden new longing to see what Cody saw, to be that close.
The clone bowed his head - to take a closer look or just to be closer she wasn't sure, but it brought an entirely new thought to mind. That perfect, smooth, lightly freckled skin - she couldn't help but wonder now what it might taste like, and she desperately hoped the commander was sharing her curiosity.

Cody's heart was hammering beneath his chest, but trained as he was in control, he kept his breathing slow and deliberate. As he dragged his fingers gently across Obi-Wan's shoulder, he felt the other man's breath hitch, just for a moment. In response, Cody exhaled enough to send a puff of air against the skin, dotted with flecks of brown pigment, beneath his fingertips. Obi-Wan shuddered.
This close, Cody wondered if the rapid cadence of his heart could be felt by the other man, or even sensed, and Cody felt another flare of apprehension - it was all so new, so strange - and for one moment he hesitated.
Then Obi-Wan turned and caught Cody's amber eyes with his blue ones. "Don't stop."
Cody's mouth opened but no sound came out, and he felt his ears get warm. He ducked his head in a single nod, then leaned forward so that his chest was pressing, so lightly, against Obi-Wan's back, while at the same time placing his hand on the curve of the Jedi's bicep and drawing him just a little bit closer. Tilting his head down, he inhaled the scent of the other man's skin: faintly soapy, with a little bit of spiced ale and moonlight. As he did, his lips brushed against Obi-Wan's shoulder, and that was when he heard another exhalation.
This close, Obi-Wan was warm, even in the cool air of the forest, and Cody took another breath before he dropped the very lightest of kisses against the firm line of muscle that ran from Obi-Wan's shoulder to his collarbone. In response, Obi-Wan made a quiet murmur of pleasure in the back of his throat, which sent a shiver through the commander. Emboldened by the sound, he gave the other man another kiss, slightly deeper this time, and savored the taste of Obi-Wan's skin beneath his mouth.
The next thing he knew, Obi-Wan was leaning back into Cody's chest, his head angling to the side as if to allow the commander greater access, so Cody obliged him and moved his mouth to the base of Obi-Wan's neck, wanting to taste him again.
At first contact, it was only the barest brush of his lips over Obi-Wan's skin. But then he felt the strong, steady pulse and he was drawn to that place on the column of his neck and so he pressed his mouth, harder, there.
Lips parted, Cody skimmed his tongue over and across his skin. The taste was masculine and warm, and that, coupled with Obi-Wan's scent filled his senses. There was nothing else. Nothing better or more than this, in this moment. Not that Cody knew, at least not yet. But he was always willing to learn.
Letting his instincts guide him for once he tried to let go and just do what he felt like doing. His mouth continued to move over the column of Obi-Wan's neck and he let one hand slip forward, to rub against his chest.
As if he was seeing Cody's every thought, Obi-Wan answered straight away, his tone encouraging, approving... "Yes."
Cody increased his attentions; his tongue tasted again and again, he sucked lightly when he found a spot he particularly enjoyed, his roughened fingertips skimmed boldly across smooth skin and in response, to Cody's delight, Obi-Wan's pulse leapt beneath his lips.
The increased tempo of the other man's heartbeat kicked Cody's ardor into a higher gear, so he deepened the movement of his mouth, sucking harder on the firm muscles of Obi-Wan's neck. As he did so, Cody felt a tickle on the bridge of his nose from Obi-Wan's beard as the Jedi leaned into his touch, but the sensation only served to heighten the arousal that stemmed from the feel of warm skin beneath his mouth.
Obi-Wan inhaled, sharply, and Cody drew him closer, running his fingertips across the flat planes of the Jedi's taut stomach and chest, wishing only to be as near as possible, somehow. When Obi-Wan let out a quiet groan of approval, Cody's blood flared and he answered with a wordless noise of his own, then tilted his jaw up; his lips found the soft patch that formed Obi-Wan's earlobe, and Cody sucked. There was another sound from the Jedi, followed by the pressing of his entire body against Cody's as if it just wasn't enough, and if he wanted so much more.
Cody found that he felt the same way.
Arousal - pure, heady, masculine - was beating a furious tempo through Cody's entire body, and he knew that it was also manifesting itself physically - demanding, needy - and Cody wasn't quite sure what to do with these new feelings. Yet still, Obi-Wan leaned into him, even further, proving to him that he wanted this as well.
It was difficult to believe; even as Cody tasted the other man, felt his own desire spike, and Obi-Wan responded, matching him sound for sound.
"Cody."
In the back of his mind, Cody understood that the word wasn't the formation of a request, or even a question, but rather the exclamation of pleasure, which sent Cody's desire spiraling higher and harder.
Cody released Obi-Wan's earlobe and feathered his breath - somewhat short, now - against the other man's ear. He wanted, Force, he wanted something, but it was growing difficult to think, even to breathe, and all he could do was respond with an exclamation of his own.
"Obi-Wan..."

At the utterance of his name, Obi-Wan exhaled, his breath just a little uneven and grasped the hand that was smoothing across his chest. He held it tightly, Cody's palm pressed hard between his pectorals, and he took one long moment, his breathing deep, to enjoy every other point of contact as well.
Cody's muscled torso was flush to Obi-Wan's back, and the quick rise and fall of the other man's chest was well noted. With little space between them, Cody's right hand had moved from his back to grip Obi-Wan's hip. Cody wanted this, very much it seemed, and Obi-Wan was glad he could give it to him. Cody was a good man, and he deserved so much more than this, than just war. Life had so many pleasures to offer, and it was only fair that his clone commander had the chance to at least have a taste of it.
And speaking of taste...
As Obi-Wan had stilled Cody's hand, his mouth had stilled as well, pressed to the spot where his neck met his shoulder. It felt good, but Obi-Wan, a keen strategist, saw the opportunity to move on to something else. Reaching across with his opposite arm, Obi-Wan slid his hand over Cody's jaw and turned toward him.
Cody lifted his head, and the two men held a long, passion-filled stare. When Cody's eyes flicked to Obi-Wan's mouth, Obi-Wan couldn't help the knowing half-smile that upturned the corner of his lips. It was clear what Cody wanted, what they both wanted, and Obi-Wan eradicated the distance between them.
The kiss began softly, barely the sharing of a breath. Just before he brushed his lips to Cody's, Obi-Wan savored the warm exhalation of the other man, the faint taste of ale and then he fully closed the gap between the clone's mouth and his.
The touch of their lips sent a shiver through Obi-Wan, and he could feel the action echoed in the other man as Cody exhaled again with a faint tremor. Cody's mouth, so often set in a hard line of determination during battle, was soft now, pliable and warm and very eager. It was only a tentative, querying brush at first, but the Force swirled around his commander and urged Obi-Wan to lean that much further into the kiss. Because it was just so good.
When they parted, Cody gave a quick inhale as Obi-Wan's fingers cupped his cheek, savoring the light scratch of a few hours' stubble. That particular shade of golden-brown, slightly darker with arousal, met Obi-Wan's gaze and the Jedi couldn't help but smile at the astonished and wholly delighted look in his commander's eyes.
"I didn't know..." The movement of Cody's jaw - the further shifting of stubble - sent a bolt of want through Obi-Wan even as he felt his own smile broaden.
"Didn't know what?" he murmured, his eyes shifting unbidden to Cody's mouth again, for an instant.
A flush crept to Cody's cheeks, oddly innocent, given the fact that Obi-Wan had seen this man wreak havoc on entire droid battalions with only a blaster and his fists. Cody swallowed, and Obi-Wan felt the movement of the other man's throat against his fingers. "How good it would feel to kiss you."
Obi-Wan's smile softened and he leaned forward again, speaking so that his words fell as a whisper against Cody's mouth. "It gets better."
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