Jedi Hearts

Obi-Wan’s strong arms held Melody pinned tightly against his body as he carried her down the hall. Breathing in the delicate scent of her hair, he carried her through the door and sealed it behind him. Nibbling gently on her lower lip, Obi-Wan’s mouth took possession of hers as he covered her body with his on the nearest bed. He reached behind his back and uncrossed her legs from around his waist. Deftly removing her boots, he dropped them on the floor next to the sleep couch.

Melody wrapped her arms around his chest pulling him closer to her. She tasted the faint saltiness of his skin as her lips traveled up the side of his neck while she slid her palms across his chest and along his shoulders. She removed the double belts and pushed the rough fabric of both the inner and outer tunics off his shoulders, using the garment to pull him closer. “Obi-Wan,” Melody breathed his name in a harsh whisper. She reached up, buried her hands in his hair, and pulled his head up passionately kissing him.

Obi-Wan supported his body’s weight on his forearm and hip as he nibbled on the satiny skin of her neck. He reached his right arm up under her shoulder and unfastened the thin lace that covered her breasts. Pulling the bra off her raised arms, Obi-Wan tossed it on the growing pile of clothes on the floor. His fingers drew small patterns on her skin as they traveled lightly up her neck acr across her jaw. His thumb traced the outline of her lips with a feathery touch as his knuckle rubbed across the side of her face. Obi-Wan reached behind her, resting some of his weight against her, as his mouth found the sensitive area at the base of her throat. Lifting his head, he looked into her passion-glazed eyes, and whispered huskily, “Are you sure Melody?”

Suddenly Melody’s mouth went dry and she met his eyes as she nodded her acquiescence. Her hands roamed the large shoulders, massaging the warm velvet skin across his back and down his sides. She pressed a hungry kiss against his shoulder and smiled at the sharp gasp she heard from Obi-Wan. Her heartbeat pounded in her ears and she could feel the blood rushing to her skin that grew feverish with his every touch.

Gently, calloused fingers caressed the taunt peeks. Lowering his head, Obi-Wan’s mouth revisited the areas that his hands had caressed moments ago. Sounds of wet suction were heard in the quiet room as his kisses progressed down her neck. Her moans encouraged him to continue his downward excursion until his lips were locked around a quivering nipple, his tongue lapping the swollen tip. Melody arched her body off the bed in an effort to thrust the peak further into his mouth. Obi-Wan began stimulate the bundle of nerves at the center of her wet heat with his knee.

Melody raked her fingers through the crisp hair of his chest as she lifted her head to press her mouth against his trembling body. Her tongue darted out to flick his sensitive nipple and her hands slide down his flat abdomen where she felt for the closure of his pants. Pushing the pants away from his skin, Melody slid her hands inside the underwear. Caressing the sensitive junction of skin where the pelvis and thigh meet, she lifted the undergarment over the engorged shaft.

“Not yet, Melody,” he gasped. He slipped free of her embrace and rose. Unbuckling the fasteners on his boots, he kicked the unwanted footwear onto the pile of clothes. Obi-Wan skinned out of his pants and underwear in one smooth motion, dropping them on top of his boots. Missing the warmth of Melody’s body, he clambered back on the sleep couch, resting his body next to hers as he claimed her mouth again.

Melody wrapped her arms around Obi-Wan’s neck and tangled her hands in the silky strands of hair. Tugging on the mane of ginger hair, she pulled his head back and locked her mouth on the sensitive tendon at the side of his neck. She smiled against side of his face as she heard the guttural moan escape his parted lips. Melody slid her hands down his muscular back, in awe at the goose bumps she felt forming on his skin.

He continued to stroke her skin with his lips. He rubbed his face against her nipples, once, twice, letting her feel the brush of his beard against them. His hands persistently cupped, squeezed, and massaged her breasts as his mouth trailed lower. His tongue circled her naval and he was rewarded with a throaty moan. His hands left her breast as they spayed over her flat stomach. Sinking her fingers in his hair, she held him there as his mouth touched the taut skin that had just been exposed.

Obi-Wan gently ran his hand down the length of her leg and rubbed his knuckle against the juncture of her thighs. Reaching up he pulled her black lace underwear slowly teasing the skin as he pulled the garment free of her body.

Melody explored the hard contours of his body as she fwed wed the downy soft hair of his chest letting her hand drift down across his abdomen and touching his full throbbing erection. She took him in her small hand and stroked his swollen flesh.

Letting his callused fingers trace patterns on Melody’s leg, he nuzzled the nest of downy curls and planted a soft kiss on the outside folds of her skin. Melody arched off the bed as his tongue invaded the folds and touched the sweet warmth.

Melody moaned in pleasure as his knee nudged her legs apart. Obi-Wan comfortably, settled himself between her legs as his shaft probed at her entrance. In one long, slow plunge, Obi-Wan imbedded himself between the stretching walls of her body. Melody gasped in pleasure, tilting her hips up to meet him. He moaned with supreme satisfaction and buried his face in her shoulder. Again, he thrust into her wet heat and pulled almost all the way back out so just the tip rested inside of her.

“Love, roll over for me,” Melody slid her tongue between his parted lips in a long druggings. Ss. She wrapped her legs around his as Obi-Wan rolled onto his back pulling her on top of him. She smiled down at him, and lowered her hips taking him deep inside of her. She began slowly moving in a circular motion, as she sat on top of him. Her hands exploring the smooth ripple of muscles beneath his warm bare skin.

Obi-Wan placed his hands on her hips and began to guide her movements. As she rode him, her breast jutted out begging for his touch. Obi-Wan began fondling them and pulled her down so he could again taste the pale orbs. He repeatedly thrust upward and then downward in a frenzied eagerness; as Melody pressed down to meet his every upward thrust. She could feel herself nearing the moment of release, as chills rippled though her body with intense pleasure. She fought for more oxygen, as she grew even closer. Then she cried out in ecstasy as ripples of pleasure flooded through her. Convulsing around him, she caressed him, holding him tight as he rode out the last waves to his own climax. Obi-Wan rolled on to his side and pulled her with him, cradling her with his arms and legs.

Melody let herself simply feel. Everything in the universe that she wanted was here beside her. There was no yesterday. There is no tomorrow. It’s clear to me in this time that this gift is worth any price. Ember was right when she told me not to think, to just feel. This must be what the living Force feels like, she thought as she listened to the soft snores of Obi-Wan, she too drifted to sleep lulled by his steady heartbeat.

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After meditating for two hours, Qui-Gon came to a decision. I’m going to have to apologize again. So much for being the perfect Padawan. What is there about her that causes chaos and why do I like her when she instigates nothing but trouble. Qui-Gon stepped out of the c hol hold and walked into his quarters, expecting to see Ember asleep in his master’s bed. When he noticed that she was not there, he squashed his disappointment and went to find her. As he approached the flight cabin, he could see Ember sprawled out on the pilot’s seat, her legs extended across the co-pilots chair. My Master is going to kill me. Why is she so difficult? Qui-Gon went back to his quarters, and took a blanket off his Master’s bed. Carrying the blanket back to the pilot’s cabin, he covered her before returning to his quarters for some much needed sleep.

Ember walked down the hall and entered the bedroom where Qui-Gon was sleeping. Leaning forward, her unbound hair curtained around her face and shoulders as Ember sat down on the bed next to Qui-Gon. Smiling she gently ran her fingertips over his face. Qui-Gon turned his face and nuzzled her hand. Opening his eyes in confusion, Qui-Gon looked at Ember opened his mouth to speak. She gently place a finger over his mouth to silence him, and grinning she leaned in to whisper, “Relax I’m only going to ravish you.” She lowered her head until her lips touched his and her tongue darted out seeking entrance into his mouth.

Qui-Gon’s large hand reached up and pulled her head down, fiercely returning her kisses. His tongue probed the inside of her mouth and fed from it’s sweet.
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Ember pulled away, stood up, undid the fastenings on her clothes, and let them slide to the floor. Climbing into the bed Ember straddled Qui-Gon and locked her mouth on his. Her platinum hair draped around them.

“Gods, you are so beautiful,” Qui-Gon breathed, breaking the kiss. Suddenly he rolled them over so that he was now beside Ember. He smiled down at her, as he slid his hand gently over her ribs, and began to caress her luscious tanned breast. Her skin was smooth as silk and he lowered his head, taking her left breast into his mouth, he gently sucked on her hardening nipple. While he kneeled between her legs kneading and stroking her other breast, he slowly slid his hand down over her stomach, stopping at the nest of hair that he discovered between her thighs.

Ember arched up as his mouth played with the nipple. Her fingers ran though his soft spiky hair. Running her fingers down the small braid, Ember tugged gently to bring his head back to hers where she probed his mouth, sucking on his tongue as her hips arched up to meet his hand. Ember’s fingernails raked down his chest over the pebbled nipples and she smiled as Qui-Gon groaned into her mouth.

Qui-Gon teased her thighs apart and gently caressed the inside of her leg. He ran his hand up and down her long lean leg, brushing her mound with teasing strokes. He ran his tongue around the outside of her ear tugging gently on the lobe and bringing his mouth back to hers, he smiled as he heard her whimper with pleasure.

Ember bent her leg up and rolled with Qui-Gon so she was once again astride him. Lowering her mouth to the warm muscled chest, Ember licked a nipple and looked up to watch his reaction. Qui-Gon’s head was thrown back gasped and groaned with satisfaction. Smiling in delight, she ran her hands down his chest, to the waistband of his pants. She carefully pulled his sleep shorts over his stiff erection and gently bent down and kissed the weeping tip.

Qui-Gon gasped, and closed his eyes as he felt Ember kiss his erection. “Ember,” he moaned, as she began to lick the tip, and then slid her tongue down his length. “God’s,” Qui-Gon gasped as she took him inside of her mouth, and began to move her head up and down. Qui-Gon clenched his fists holding onto the sheets of the bed, close to climax.

Ember alternately cupped, stroked, and licked him. His head was thrown back and his breath was coming in short labored gasps as she continued the motion faster and faster. Qui-Gon buried his hands in her hair and guided her head. It was too much. She was too good. He couldn't stop. He jerked. He thrust and spilled himself into her mouth.

Qui-Gon Jinn bolted upright into a sitting position and discovered that he was alone in his quarters. His heart was still racing, and his breathing still came out in labored gasps. He ran a hand through his sleep-matted hair, as he slowly climbed out of bed and made his way to the fresher to take a cold shower. Turning the cold water to full force he thought, Gods, how will I be able to face her after that dream?

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