Flight Maneuvers

Title: Flight Maneuvers 3/5
Author: Ginny Powell
Rating: NC-17
Setting: Pre-TPM. Obi is young but over the age of consent.
Archive: Sure, just tell me.
Feedback: Of course! wmginnypowell@yahoo.com
Also available at my website:
http://www.geocities.com/wmginnypowell/swtpm.html
Disclaimer: George only wishes he could film stuff like this (I’m sure
he puts Natalie in this stuff in his head all the time).

Summary: O/f smut. Enjoy.

There is no emotion; there is peace.
There is no ignorance; there is knowledge.
There is no passion; there is serenity.
There is no death; there is the Force


Part 3

M’larie was so close, Obi-Wan could feel her hot breath on his face.
She was leaning toward him, her hands on the arms of his chair, her
knees on either side of his own. Then she was moving even closer, her
cheek against his, her lips by his ear.

“Now,” she whispered, her lips brushing his earlobe, “impress me.”

By this point, Obi realized she wasn’t talking about his piloting
skills. So when she leaned back into her seat and looked at him
expectantly, he knew what to do.

First he removed his belt, letting it slide to the floor beside his
chair. Pulling aside his tunics, he found the drawstring of his
trousers, untied them. Then he reached inside his undergarment and
eased out his still-growing erection.

“Do I pass inspection?” he asked drolly.

But M’larie didn’t answer. She just stared, her tongue coming out to
make a circuit of her lips. Then all at once she was on her knees
before him, her hands on his thighs, her mouth on his cock.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Obi muttered. Then he didn’t talk anymore
as her lips and tongue brought him quickly to his full, and definitely
impressive, extension, the dark red head emerging boldly from its
collar of soft skin. M’larie brought one hand up to gently pull that
collar down evene, te, to let her tongue circle the ridge. Obi-Wan’s
breathing grew more rapid as he anticipated the feel of her warm mouth
engulfing the head.

But it didn’t. Instead, M’larie stood up and began efficiently
removing her own clothing. Obi, wanting to help but afraid to
interfere and accidentally slow things down, contented himself with
exploring each newly revealed expanse of skin with gentle fingers. At
some point he realized that he, too, could use less clothing. He rose
up just enough to pull his trousers down to the top of his boots and
was just trying to decide whether to remove his footwear when two hands
pushed him none too gently back into his seat and M’larie deposited
herself firmly in his lap.

Their lips and chests and groins met all at once in one searing moment
of heat and sensation. Obi attempted to focus on one of these loci,
bringing his hands up to cradle M’larie’s face, concentrating on
exploring her mouth with his tongue. But the warm wetness he could
feel sliding on his thigh was quite distracting and he soon found
himself gasping for breath as his hands made their way towards her
waist.

M’larie, too, had shifted her focus southward. Lifting up just enough,
she reached behind herself with one hand and guided him to her opening
before sliding smoothly, inexorably, down onto his shaft.

Twin gasps escaped their lips as hard flesh met soft. It seemed to
take forever before his full length was firmly ensconced within her,
and both participants enjoyed every moment of it. Obi stared at
M’larie, her head thrown back, her nipples pointed at the ceiling, and
felt his own pleasure double at the sight of hers. Then she began to
move, grinding her hips against him, and the sensation was too
overwhelming. His eyes dropped closed and he reached blindly out,
desperate to touch skin. Leaning forward, his lips, too, found flesh
and began moving warmly against it, murmuring “Em, oh, Em, yes” as
something between a moan and a purr began to rumble deep in her throat.
Wrapping her legs around the back of his chair, she began to move more
forcefully.

Then she froze as the shrill screech of an alarm filled the tiny
cockpit.

“What the-?!” M’larie demanded angrily.

“Proximity alert!” Obi supplied, as he attempted to move her out of his
line of vision. Swiveling his chair, he was able to see out the front
portal just in time to see a misshapen asteroid speeding toward them.