My Two Jedi

Part V

Perhaps there was a noise, some normal nighttime noise that did not repeat
itself. Or perhaps some primal need within us went off like an alarm as the
hours of our togetherness grew short. Whyever it happened, we woke up together.
My first sensation as I awoke, even before I could feel my body, was that Obi-
Wan was still here. Our link was still open. So I knew that he was awakening,
too, and aware of me, and it was as though we were simply carrying on without a
moment’s interruption.

He was behind me, our bodies fitted together like two spoons, his arms wrapped
protectively around me. A nicer way to awaken I cannot imagine, especially as I
became aware of his erection, also awakening, against my back. My own body was
responding in kind. I reflected on the status of our link, as I’d wondered
before. It seemed that as the newness wore off, we were settling into a more
comfortable, more familiar state that was no less desirable. We had traded some
intensity for depth of understanding. It seemed a fair trade.

My reflections lasted but a moment, as I could hardly ignore my lover. Yes, my
lover; the word rolled easily into my thoughts, and I could feel Obi-Wan’s
pleased reaction as he saw it in my mind. My lover’s hands moved knowledgably,
possessively over my body. My lover’s kisses graced my ear, my neck, my
shoulder. My lover’s knee slipped between my thighs, lifting one so that his
excited cock could rub against my long, wet crevice.

For a while a gentle rocking motion sufficed. The feel of his velvety soft and
yet rock hard member sliding along my nether lips was blissfully undemanding.
And yet our bodies conspired to change that, emitting a building desire that was
quite demanding. As one in our decision, I lifted my leg as Obi-Wan reached
down to guide himself into me. With one mutual movement, he was buried to the
hilt.

Which is when I had to stop him.

“Ouch,” I hissed. Apparently his size and my exuberance of the evening before
were now extracting consequences. The places that had once brought the most
pleasure had crossed the line into pain.

He pulled out immediately, then froze, momentarily at a loss. I helpfully
provided him with an alternative suggestion.

“Are you sure?” he asked, slightly surprised, when he had puzzled out the
picture I sent him.

“Oh, yes, please,” I encouraged as I reached down to reposition him at that
other, lesser used female opening. Who knew that the Alton’s strange demands
would actually prove to be useful at some point.

His trepidation made him cautious, but Obi-Wan was soon feeling more comfortable
with the idea as I sent him instructions and encouragement through our link.
And especially as he could see that he caused me no pain. Once I had guided him
through the preliminary stages of requesting entrance to the inner sanctum and
he felt his way no longer barred, I could sense his amazed delight at the
sensation of his full length being engulfed by that even hotter, tighter
passage. I suppose it goes without saying that I, too, was filled with
pleasure as he filled me. Though I was pleased to find my pleasure greater with
him than I had ever found with this particular act before. As I urged him to
ever greater enthusiasm, I groped blindly behind me, desperate for even more
contact. Settling on his padawan braid, I pulled it over my shoulder and held
on as though for dear life, using it to pull him against me as I felt him come
deep inside me. Calling out his name, I followed him over the brink.

Immediately I pulled away, getting him out before the familiar burning sensatiostarstarted. I covered the movement by rolling over to face him.

He looked so beautiful with that expression of contented exhaustion on his face.
Perhaps I was romanticizing just a bit as our time grew short, but I don’t think
so. That look, that face was the image of him I planned to carry with me for
the rest of my days, to bring out to warm myself on cold winter nights.

His eyes fluttered open. One hand rose to my cheek, caressed it gently.
“Meera, I-”

At that very moment, I noticed that the window was giving off a pale glow
through its sheer curtains. It was morning, fateful morning. He would be
leaving me soon. It was the first time in my life that daybreak felt like a
punishment. My shock at the sight cut off whatever he had intended to say.

“You have to go,” I said, suddenly fighting back tears. Reflexively, I threw up
walls in my mind to cover my sadness. The look on his face when he felt me push
him out was almost more than I could bear. “I have to go.” I must not be seen
leaving his rooms, or even in this wing of the palace. As quickly as I could
go, I was up and rushing to the living area to retrieve my robe.

He followed me, of course. He was standing right beside me as I pulled on the
garment, tied the belt with a too-strong tug. As I tried to go to the door, he
grabbed my hand, forced me to turn back to him. I had the feeling he wanted to
say something, wanted me to say something, but what could we say? We had needed
words seldom in the night, and now that we did need them, they were inadequate
to the task.

Impetuously, I threw my arms around him, squeezed him as tightly as my
comparatively tiny arms could, and let my lips brush his, all for the shortest
of moments. Then I was away, running for the door, no longer able to hold back
my tears. As I tore open the door and rushed heedlessly down the hall, I felt
as though a part of me had been ripped out, a huge chunk of me torn away, and it
was now lying, quivering, dying, at Obi-Wan’s feet.