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Category:
Star Wars (All) › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
18
Views:
3,099
Reviews:
11
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Star Wars movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 12
Author: Pilgrim
Title: Sandstorm
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Star Wars characters or movies (unfortunately) and am not making any money from this (even bigger unfortunately)
Feedback: Please! First time fan fiction writer and desperate for tips, tricks, advice, stuff me full of info please! I want to improve and take over the world with my genius mwhahaha! Lol, only kidding but feedback would be fantastic, send it to raukarwen_deomene@yahoo.com!
Chapter 12
The Force test had been easy to fumble through; the predictions of pictures on a screen had been lied about. She had subtly blocked and diverted Obi-Wan from looking into any part of her mind she didn’t want investigating and after last night’s activities, the Jedi wasn’t particularly trying. Arsha had always known it would be easy to fool the Jedi in this test. They assumed that all life forms would want to join the Order and thus would try their best to gain entry at a promising Force level. Lying was therefore, in their minds, implausible and they continually failed to search for it.
“Well, you have Force potential, but that is all. You would never have been a Jedi. Therefore, you will be welcome to work in the crèches and with the younglings as soon as the staff is informed,” Obi-Wan stated with a faint smile, avoiding her gaze. He felt uncomfortable and at the same time rejuvenated by the primitive behaviour, and it was confusing his normally organised and controlled world. It was his own fault, he rationalised; he had assumed that they both intended to be slow and passionate. He was aware that she most likely perceived him as an inexperienced idiot, but she had taken him by surprise.
Arsha watched him carefully, assessing the situation and sussing out her next move. “That is good.”
“Naturally,” Obi-Wan smiled comfortingly as he began to pack up the various testing equipment items. Arsha raised an eyebrow.
“Tell me, Obi-Wan. How many women have you been with?” Arsha asked bluntly, knowing it would catch the Jedi off guard. It had the desired effect as he almost dropped the picture screen, catching it at the last instant before it clattered against the tiled floor.
“What does that have to do with…?” he trailed off. Arsha merely smiled in false innocence.
“Absolutely nothing. I just wanted to see you squirm,” she whispered with a malicious quirk of her lips. Obi-Wan glanced at her in surprise and saw the wicked glint was still resting in her eyes. “So? How many?”
“Enough to know what I need to know. You caught me unaware last night; I believed it would a coupling similar to my previous ones.” Obi-Wan lowered his voice, not sure if he wanted her to hear or not. He felt unsure with her sudden confidence and arrogance around him. Where had the sweetly innocent young woman gone? Arsha stood smoothly, brushing her body against his firmly.
“Sounds tempting. Care to demonstrate again? I promise I won’t tease or rush you this time,” she whispered against his ear. Her hand was brushing over his chest, as light as a butterfly. Obi-wan bent his head to capture her lips and the almost forgotten anticipation and passion reignited almost instantly away from the suspicion. Arsha’s hands searched for the table behind them while allowing herself to be pushed backwards till her thighs clipped the edge.
His mouth had migrated from her lips and was now lavishing attention to her throat with the same care and patience as the beginning of the night. Arsha quickly shrugged her jacket off with a bit of assistance from Obi-Wan. The thin shirt underneath was no protection at all from the heat that burned from his skin to hers. Her fingers sought to remove the heavy cloth still wrapped around Obi-Wan’s body. She began expertly removing the sash and various overlapping layers with exaggerated care and patience.
Instead of questioning if this was right or wrong, he occupied his lips with the junction between her collarbone and throat, his hands resting on the smooth curve of her hips. The heavy material slipped from his shoulders to pool about their feet and his hands realigned themselves automatically before he had chance to register that the clothing had even begun to be unwound.
One hand trailed down from its resting place on her shoulder to massage a breast. Arsha bit her lip to stop from moaning. A gentle caress to her hip and thigh and she slipped onto the table, wrapping her legs about his hips, bringing his body flush to her smaller frame. The Jedi paused for a second to regain some control. Things were moving faster than he had anticipated once more and his patience had not been trained to deal with this sort of activity or urgency.
He brushed the tips of his fingers down the side of her cheek, marvelling at the sublime softness of the silky flesh there. Her emerald eyes were watching him, and ruby lips parted slightly with want/need/quick breaths/whatever. “You are unusual,” he whispered with an admiring smile. Arsha smiled faintly and turned her face to kiss the tips of his fingers.
Obi-Wan reached out with his mind to caress hers, as he had been taught by his first lover. Unsuspecting of the ‘assault’, Arsha was unaware till it was too late. The trickle of a memory slipped from her mind to his; violently she halted it and pushed back mentally, barring him with more force than she had intended. Obi-Wan stumbled away from her, shocked at the sudden mental shove and the pounding headache it inflicted.
They stared at each other for a few seconds. “You caught me off guard,” Arsha warned, and there was deep suspicion in her eyes. All intimacy was instantly forgotten as Obi-wan rubbed his right temple gently.
“I’m sorry,” He apologised mildly, startled by the strength of the expulsion she had dealt. Arsha continued to watch him suspiciously; she knew his attention would turn to the memory soon. His eyes locked onto hers, “You were tortured?”
“In a sense. It’s in the past. I’d rather not discuss it.” Arsha slipped from the table and headed into the refresher, set on splashing cool water into her face. She knew she had been pushing her luck, tempting him into another round. It had been so long though, since anyone had looked at her like that, so completely oblivious to the damage she could cause given the opportunity. There was also the power angle - the poor man was entirely at her mercy, and it sent delightful thrills racing to remember such power.
Title: Sandstorm
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Star Wars characters or movies (unfortunately) and am not making any money from this (even bigger unfortunately)
Feedback: Please! First time fan fiction writer and desperate for tips, tricks, advice, stuff me full of info please! I want to improve and take over the world with my genius mwhahaha! Lol, only kidding but feedback would be fantastic, send it to raukarwen_deomene@yahoo.com!
Chapter 12
The Force test had been easy to fumble through; the predictions of pictures on a screen had been lied about. She had subtly blocked and diverted Obi-Wan from looking into any part of her mind she didn’t want investigating and after last night’s activities, the Jedi wasn’t particularly trying. Arsha had always known it would be easy to fool the Jedi in this test. They assumed that all life forms would want to join the Order and thus would try their best to gain entry at a promising Force level. Lying was therefore, in their minds, implausible and they continually failed to search for it.
“Well, you have Force potential, but that is all. You would never have been a Jedi. Therefore, you will be welcome to work in the crèches and with the younglings as soon as the staff is informed,” Obi-Wan stated with a faint smile, avoiding her gaze. He felt uncomfortable and at the same time rejuvenated by the primitive behaviour, and it was confusing his normally organised and controlled world. It was his own fault, he rationalised; he had assumed that they both intended to be slow and passionate. He was aware that she most likely perceived him as an inexperienced idiot, but she had taken him by surprise.
Arsha watched him carefully, assessing the situation and sussing out her next move. “That is good.”
“Naturally,” Obi-Wan smiled comfortingly as he began to pack up the various testing equipment items. Arsha raised an eyebrow.
“Tell me, Obi-Wan. How many women have you been with?” Arsha asked bluntly, knowing it would catch the Jedi off guard. It had the desired effect as he almost dropped the picture screen, catching it at the last instant before it clattered against the tiled floor.
“What does that have to do with…?” he trailed off. Arsha merely smiled in false innocence.
“Absolutely nothing. I just wanted to see you squirm,” she whispered with a malicious quirk of her lips. Obi-Wan glanced at her in surprise and saw the wicked glint was still resting in her eyes. “So? How many?”
“Enough to know what I need to know. You caught me unaware last night; I believed it would a coupling similar to my previous ones.” Obi-Wan lowered his voice, not sure if he wanted her to hear or not. He felt unsure with her sudden confidence and arrogance around him. Where had the sweetly innocent young woman gone? Arsha stood smoothly, brushing her body against his firmly.
“Sounds tempting. Care to demonstrate again? I promise I won’t tease or rush you this time,” she whispered against his ear. Her hand was brushing over his chest, as light as a butterfly. Obi-wan bent his head to capture her lips and the almost forgotten anticipation and passion reignited almost instantly away from the suspicion. Arsha’s hands searched for the table behind them while allowing herself to be pushed backwards till her thighs clipped the edge.
His mouth had migrated from her lips and was now lavishing attention to her throat with the same care and patience as the beginning of the night. Arsha quickly shrugged her jacket off with a bit of assistance from Obi-Wan. The thin shirt underneath was no protection at all from the heat that burned from his skin to hers. Her fingers sought to remove the heavy cloth still wrapped around Obi-Wan’s body. She began expertly removing the sash and various overlapping layers with exaggerated care and patience.
Instead of questioning if this was right or wrong, he occupied his lips with the junction between her collarbone and throat, his hands resting on the smooth curve of her hips. The heavy material slipped from his shoulders to pool about their feet and his hands realigned themselves automatically before he had chance to register that the clothing had even begun to be unwound.
One hand trailed down from its resting place on her shoulder to massage a breast. Arsha bit her lip to stop from moaning. A gentle caress to her hip and thigh and she slipped onto the table, wrapping her legs about his hips, bringing his body flush to her smaller frame. The Jedi paused for a second to regain some control. Things were moving faster than he had anticipated once more and his patience had not been trained to deal with this sort of activity or urgency.
He brushed the tips of his fingers down the side of her cheek, marvelling at the sublime softness of the silky flesh there. Her emerald eyes were watching him, and ruby lips parted slightly with want/need/quick breaths/whatever. “You are unusual,” he whispered with an admiring smile. Arsha smiled faintly and turned her face to kiss the tips of his fingers.
Obi-Wan reached out with his mind to caress hers, as he had been taught by his first lover. Unsuspecting of the ‘assault’, Arsha was unaware till it was too late. The trickle of a memory slipped from her mind to his; violently she halted it and pushed back mentally, barring him with more force than she had intended. Obi-Wan stumbled away from her, shocked at the sudden mental shove and the pounding headache it inflicted.
They stared at each other for a few seconds. “You caught me off guard,” Arsha warned, and there was deep suspicion in her eyes. All intimacy was instantly forgotten as Obi-wan rubbed his right temple gently.
“I’m sorry,” He apologised mildly, startled by the strength of the expulsion she had dealt. Arsha continued to watch him suspiciously; she knew his attention would turn to the memory soon. His eyes locked onto hers, “You were tortured?”
“In a sense. It’s in the past. I’d rather not discuss it.” Arsha slipped from the table and headed into the refresher, set on splashing cool water into her face. She knew she had been pushing her luck, tempting him into another round. It had been so long though, since anyone had looked at her like that, so completely oblivious to the damage she could cause given the opportunity. There was also the power angle - the poor man was entirely at her mercy, and it sent delightful thrills racing to remember such power.