Tempest of Flesh

Obi-wan stood staring out of his bedroom window. He calmed himself by breathing slowly and deliberatly in through his nose and out through his mouth. He finally was under control, for the moment.

He could feel Anakin and Padme in the next room. HIs desire for Padme subsiding as he became occupied with the flowing lights of the traffic. It was a blur of evening skies. How many others were experiencing what Anakin was feeling? The world was full of pleasures of the flesh. Many of them Obi-wan had personally taken part in.

He could almost feel Padme's skin soft against his lips. Anakin was tasting her body. Obi-wan closed his eyes and savored the feeling. His mind whirled. So many sesations which had no tactile basis. The force was strange with it's ability to transfer feelings and images.

Obi-wan turned his back to the transpirsteel window. His hands roamd lower on his body, tucking themselves behind his back. He decided to urge Padme's mind alonst, flashing pictures to her of she and Anakin in various lucivious acts. Obi-wan smiled as he closed his eyes and concentrated.

He heightened her sense of touch. He knew this would bring pleasure to her as Anakin's hands and mouth roamed her body. The mind, although sometimes hard to manipulate with the force, was terribly fragile. Obi-wan had to be careful not to overstep his bounds. He didn't want Padme to sense, in anyway, these were not her own thoughts.

Obi-wan reconnected with Anakin's mind. He aided the boy by also giving him some ideas. Although Anakin could push back, Obi-wan suddenly got a flash of himself and Padme. Her bent over a chair and Obi-wan taking her from behind. The feeling which washed over him was intense. His heart began to race, thudding loudly in his ears.

Obi-wan could feel the flush of his skin against the cool breeze that blew through his temperature controlled room. The bluge in his sleep shorts, which had subsided momentarily, now ached for release.

Anakin knew what he was doing to his master as yet another scenario flowed into his mind. This time Anakin had his mouth buried between Padme's thighs and Obi-wan was kneeling by her head. She had swallowed him whole.

This time Obi-wan couldn't help himself. He released one of his hands and it drifted down past the elastic of his sleep shorts. He grabbed his ever growing erection and stroked it several times. Obi-wan moand quietly. A delightful sound to hear himself make. Still he wanted to wait. Not to rush through all the pleasure to be had.

He considered going into Anakin's room. Something he had never wanted to do before. This time, though, the feeling was overwhelming. He wanted to get to Padme. Caress her skin with his rough hands. Feel her yield to his body.

Obi-wan walked to the door, his hand rested below the opening controls. He couldn't go. What would Anakin think? Moreover, what would Padme think? He wrestled with the idea. His mind knowing the absurdity of what his body proclaimed as the only colution to his aching need.

He was being tested. This was Anakin's way of testing where his master's loyalty lay. That was the only explanation for the series of events which were unfolding.

Turning away from the door, Obi-wan returned to his bed. He sat perched on the side. He tried to clear his mind, concentrate on something else, but it didn't help. He wanted her. And even more hhe wanted Anakin to witness the whole thing. It was perverse, but in some ways, Obi-wan believed Anakin seeing another take what he was so attached to, would help. Padme was merely another possession Obi-wan needed to rid Anakin of and quickly.

Obi-wan had made his decision. He walked again to the door, streteched out with the force and found no one in the hallway. Depressing the control button, the door swished open in front of him and the bright light spilled in. Squinting, Obi-wan slid out, the door closing behind him and went to Anakin's door. Using the force, he pushed the door aside. Obi-wan was greeted by the darkened room as the door closed behind him.