Random Rings

Title: "Random Rings"
Author: Crysta Novelli    jedicrysta@yahoo.com
Category: ABH
Rating: NC-17

Feedback: Yes, please! I don't and never have claimed to be a writer, though, so please be kind. Flames will be used to melt the snow outside my window.
Archive: Sith Chicks, of course, and anyone else who wants it, just ask. I'll say yes!
Summary: A dare from your friend Eliza leads to unexpected results
Disclaimer: I don't own *any* of the SW characters. They belong to a nice man named George Lucas. I'm a broke college student and am not making any money off of this, so call off your lawyers. Down boys!
Dedication: To Ziggy, whoic \ic "Reach Out and Touch Someone" sparked this bunny.


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Riiiinnnngggg...

You unconsciously hold your breath, wondering if the voice that answers will be male or female, young or old, angry or kind.

Riiiinnnngggg...

Calling complete strangers wasn't something you normally did, especially not at 2 in the morning, and
especially not with the goal you had in mind.

Riiiinnnngggg.. You You are now beginning to wonder if anyone will answer at all, or if your friends will have to try a second random number in order for you to complete the mission declared to you by Eliza.

Riiii... 

"Hello?" a groggy, very masculine voice asks on the other end of the line.

"Hello, handsome," you reply softly, in what you hope is a semi-seductive voice. Since you have no idea whom you're speaking to, you also have no idea if he's actually handsome or not, but that doesn't matter now.

"Do I know you?" the voice asks. You're certain by the sound of his voice that he was sound asleep, and you silently apologize for waking him with such a childish game.

*I hope not* you think in answer to his question, but aloud you reply, "I'm the sweetest dream you've ever had." Your voice is
surprisingly calm with a distinct hint of playfulness mixed in, despite the nervousness you feel at the thought of carrying on this conversation with a complete stranger.

"Oh?" the voice replies. Was there a hint of interest in that question, you wonder?

Going in for the kill, you respond in your most seductive tone of voice, "Mmm hmm... I was just wondering... what are you wearing tonight, handsome?"

A giggle escapes the circle of friends surrounding you and you look up to see Eliza giving Morgan a Look. The faces of your other girlfriends gaze at you with amused and amazed expressions as you boldly carry out your dare.

"What am I wearing tonight?" He repeats the question slowly, as if trying to translate it to a mormilimiliar language, and again you hold your breath, wondering how long it will take before he hangs up on you. If he does, your task will be over, but if he doesn't, there was no way
you were going to hang up first. Eliza would never let you live that down, and besides that, you find his voice enticing. There was just something about it...

"Mmm hmm..." you murmur again, "I'm your dream, and I'd love to know what you're wearing, handsome." The words slide off your tongue effortlessly, though your palms are beginning to sweat.

"Boxers," he replies after a short pause. "Silk boxers..."

Apparently he was going to play along a little, perhaps to see how far you were planning to take this. You wonder what he expects you to do and wish you could see his face.

"What color?" you hear yourself ask.

"Blue," the enchanting voice says in your ear. "A deep midnight blue..." Was it your imagination, or did the tone of his voice drop towards the end of that phrase?

"You know what they say about men who wear blue, don't you?" you hear a voice ask, soon realizing that it was your own. Cursing mentally, you grimace, knowing that you just set yourself up for failure. You didn't have the foggiest idea what they said about men who wore blue, and he was sure to ask.

Sure enough, he didn't let you down. "No, actually, I don't," the voice replied. "But I'd love for you to tell me, reamream..." The voice was definitely husky now. He was playing along with you!

Thinking quickly, you respond, "They say that men who wear blue are calm, like the oceans, and brilliant like the sky, but like the oceans and sky, they can also be powerful and emotive. They say that men who are most comfortable in blue make the best lovers," you finish, praying that you didn't sound like an absolute moron now.

A soft chuckle drifts across the connection, and hearhear your stranger reply in an amused voice, "Now is that so?"

"Mmm hmm," you reply again, sounding more sure of yourself than you felt. You glance to your friends, who are quite attentive now, and can't help smiling at the expressions on their faces. Eliza mouths something at you, and you try to make it out, almost missing his next inquiry.

"Now tell me what you are wearing, my dream..." the low, husky voice intones in your ear.

You swallow deeply, as you didn't quite expect to be asked that. You glance down at your jeans and sweater before replying. "Absolutely nothing," you lie, wondering what he'll say to that. You glance up quickly to take in the raised eyebrows of your friends and grin. This was fun.

"Oh?" There's that amused tone in that beautiful voice again. \ nor normally play games with your friends in the nude?"

The grin disappears faster than it appeared in the first place, and you almost choke on your tongue as you wonder how in the hell he knows you have friends there with you. Had he heard Morgan's giggle earlier? Possibly... Okay, he'd caught you in your lie, so it was time to think fast again. 

"Well, it depends on who the friends are..." you reply, the suggestion clear in your voice.

You are rewarded with another hearty chuckle. "Nice save, my dream..." he compliments you, "but I think I'd like to change your current state of dress..."

You feel a shiver run up your spine at the seduction flowing from his voice. Sudde you you feel a brush of air against your lips and you inhale sharply.

"Shhh dre dream," a soft voice whispers in your ear, "just relax..."

Again you feel a brushing against your lips, and then soft pressure as the phantom presence asserts itself.

"Close your eyes..." that voice is hypnotic, and you have no trouble abiding by its gentle requests.

You close your eyes, and the pressure against your lips resumes, a pressure that you recognize. He kisses you softly, tasting the sweetness that is your mouth. Gradually the pressure increases, and you gasp as you feel his tongue slide over your lips and into your mouth. You've never been kissed this way before and you can't help wondering how he's doing this. You respond to this invasion of your being by meeting his tongue with your own in a hungry duel. He tastes as sweet as voi voice sounds, and you sigh happily into the receiver that is still resting against your ear.

His hands appear next, sliding over your upper body. Strong fingers glide over your face, down your neck and over your sweater, hovering briefly over your breasts before continuing down to your waist. They sneak under the fabric and push it up, exposing your stomach, followed by your bra. His fingers pass over your smooth stomach and up to your breasts, teasing them through the fabric. You gasp and open your eyes as you feel his moist lips land in the center of your stomach and his tongue begins to trace little designs over your belly.

Upon opening your eyes, however, he disappears. You are alone on the sofa, surrounded by friends (now with strange expressions on their faces), and your sweater is where it belongs at your waist. You catch Eliza's eyes and this time you catch the words she mouths at you. Nodding an affirmative, you return your attention to the phone cradled at your shoulder. Yes, you were okay, but this was bar none the most interesting phone conversation you'd ever had.

"How..." you ask, but are quickly interrupted by the mystery man at the other end of the phone.

"Shh..." he replies. "Don't ask, don't think, just feel..." His voice is so relaxing and sensuous that you close your eyes again, relaxing against the cushions on the sofa.

You feel his hands on you again as if they'd never left. He finds the clasp in the crevice between your breasts and unhooks it, baring your chest to him. You draw in a sharp breath as his lips close around a rosy peak, suckling it, nipping it lightly, and driving you to madness. A hand massages your other breast until he decides to switch, wherein the hand slides to the abaed oed of the perfectly matched pair. 

The moisture is growing between your legs, and you wish you could touch him. You release the phone and somehow it stays near your ear as you reach for where his head should be. Surprisingly enough, your fingers meet short, spiky locks. You want to open your eyes, but know that if you do he'll disappear again, and that is something you couldn't take right now. Instead, you trail your fingers through his hair and down around his ear, where you find a peculiar item. You clutch it between your fingers and run your hand down its length, finding it surprisingly long. A hand meets yours at its tip, where it relieves you of its possession. His mouth releases your soft breast, only to be replaced by a soft, feathery brushing as he twirls the tip of the braid over your skin.

Your eyes roll back into your head and the phantom fingers and lips are suddenly given a face. You gasp as you see his image in your mind - his person is as gorgeous as his voice. Deep blue eyes, a warm smile, short brown hair and that braid, which is slowly drifting downward over your belly.

His fingers release the braid as they reach your waistband. Swiftly, they undo the button on the jeans and slide the zipper down. His hands slide to your hips and you raise them slightly to allow him to pull your jeans from your body. Briefly you hope that this really is all in your mind as you remember your audience, but as his fingers find their way to your moist center the thoughts flutter to the deepest corners of your mind.

He traces his fingers over your mound slowly, teasing you, before reaching up and freeing you of that last small bit of cloth. His mouth captures yours at the same instant his fingers slide between your lips and you arch your back swiftly, pressing both endsyouryour body against him harder.

"So wet..." the voice in your ear is heavy, husky, and makes you tremble.

His fingers brush your clit and you arch your back even more, reaching for him, wanting more of him. He slides his tongue into your mouth and his fingers into your depths simultaneously, evoking a dual reaction from you once again. Together, his fingers and tongue strike up an evocative rhythm and you find yourself spiraling towards the heavens on the wings of wild ecstasy.

Still amazed at how he is able to evoke these sensations in you from so far away, you refuse to allow yourself to climax from the pleasure he's causing inside of you. Also, in the back of your mind, you remember something about your friends...

Suddenly, he rubs his thumb against your clit and you explode, arching your back as the juices pour from deep within you. You barely feel him withdraw his fingers as you ride your climax, but you definitely feel it as his mouth closes around your mound. He hungrily laps up your sweet extract, driving you back up to the heavens and causing you to cry out.

"No!" you hear a voice say. It sounds like yours, but it's muffled and far away, as if enshrouded in a deep blanket. "You..." you pant, "I want you... inside... inside me... need you..."

And as suddenly as his mouth replaced his fingers, his length replaced his mouth, sliding deep into your depths. Arching your back, you wrap your legs around your phantom lover and force him deeper, causing him to brush against that sweet spot that most men couldn't quite reach. You both cry out at the sensations caused by his thrusts as he rides you harder and harder, brushing that spot over and over again. You've never been brought this high before, and you dig your nails into his back as you soar out of the galaxy. He reaches down and brushes your clit and you explode together, your walls milking the seed from his powerful shaft over and over again. You've seen stars before, but somehow this mystery man has shown you stars far beyond the settled galaxy and you decide it's so wonderful you never want to leave.

As your bodies calm down, he collapses against you and gently kisses your swollen lips.

"That was amazing," you hear a soft feminine voice whisper.

"You are amazing," your mystery man replies huskily. "Thank you for calling me."

"You're welcome," you respond. "Can we do that again sometime?" you ask softly.

"My place, or yours?" comes the reply from the other end of lineline, and you grin. Yes, the next time would
definitely be in person. You wanted to kiss him, flesh and blood. And that wasn't all you wanted...

"Sleep tight, my sweet dream," he murmurs into your ear before breaking the connection.

You open your eyes to find yourself breathing heavily, but still in one piece and fully clothed. Eliza and the others are gaping at you wide mouthed. You grin, and then lean back into the pillows on the sofa once again and wonder if this was what the phone companies had in mind when they told you to "reach out and touch someone". Bar none, this was the best dare anyone had
ever given you, and you make a point to thank Eliza for giving it to you. Right after you wake up.

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