Dedicated To The One I Love

Dedicated To The One I Love
By Adelaide Elizabeth Morgan

Category: Q/O, POV, Romance, Poetry, PWP,

Archive: You mean you actually want this?? Woah, scary….
But yeah, if you want it, you can have it. The fic that is…

Rating: err, R I think

Feedback: Loved it? Loathed it? Couldn’t give a damn? Tell me anyway… Adelaide@morganne.freeserve.co.uk

Spoilers: nup

Disclaimer: The Star Wars world and all it’s inhabitants are the property of George Lucas.

Series/Sequel: Nup

Notes: Late entry for the Merry Month of Masturbation challenge. What do you mean, its the wrong month? Sheesh, some people can be soo picky!

Thanks to: You for reading this. Rushlight and Paula, as ever, for the beta. Any other mistakes are, well… hers! Thanks also Linda and Knight Smeg for sounding board duties, and all 4 (5 if u include the cat) of you for putting up with incessant re-drafts of this thing! J Cheers!

Summary: Obi-Wan’s train of thought as he thinks of ways to describe Qui-Gon

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My love, I have searched the whole world over
To find the words that best describe you and how very much you mean to me.
When I think of you there are many visions that spring to mind -
Amazing
Wonderful
Beautiful
Intelligent
Your leonine grace, quick-thinking logic, all are part of who you are,
Big strong hands and muscular chest, wild flying mane and piercing blue eyes.
Strong as a warrior, gentle as a lover.
Your patience with me when I was younger; ill, growing, infatuated.
My infatuation with you, a teenage crush that has blossomed into a true romance.
Romance.
No, romance pales in comparison to what we have.
Everyday I feel so honoured that a man of your stature and integrity coulve mve me as much as I love you.
You do, don’t you?
Love me?
For I DO love you, always have and always will.
I cant help but wonder if you do love me, really love me. It’s not that I think you’d lie to me or anything but…
But it all felt so unreal, as though it was a scene from one of the holovids that the girls watch.
You never showed any sign that you had any feelings of the sensual kind for me. Even when you found out about my adolescent fantasies.
Very vivid fantasies
Of You.
Of things you would do to me.
Of things I would do to you.
That we would do together.

Then, all of a sudden one night, you came to me,
A night I shall never forget, for as long as I am.
As had become a regular occurrence through my teenage years, I was thinking of you
And pleasuring myself.
Lying on my back on my bed, one hand tweaking my nipples, the other rolling my balls.
All the while I was imagining you, feeling your hands driving me wild with passion.
My hands slowly sliding down my body, caressing my chest, stomach, sides and stroking along the insides of my thighs. So near, and yet so far away. But it is too soon, always too soon.
I cannot hear it but my breath is coming in short pants and I am gasping your name.
I cannot see it but my lips are parted, tongue darting out to wet them.
I wonder what your kisses would be like -
Hot and heavy, raw with passion, or slow, sensual and sexy.
What would you taste like?
Would you taste the way you smell - masculine and heady, spicy yet so sweet. Would I ever find out?
Would I ever feel the heat of your body against mine, pressing me down, whilst your hands and mouth slowly explore me.
I grasp my erection in one hand, slowly pumping, one finger grazes over the top resulting in my hips thrusting upwards to meet my hand.
A slight noise stops my ministrations and I look around in the dark. Another noise, closer this time, but I still can’t see anything. I lay back, senses all tuned outwards, but… Nothing.
I sigh, and the moment has gone. My lips part and I whisper your name.
The darkness whispers back to me.
The room is charged with desire, so heavily it almost feels as though you are here with me.
I hear it again -
The darkness whispering my name, but closer this time.
Still, there is nothing to see.
The bed dips under an unknown weight, and I feel my pulse rate increase,
In fear?
In anticipation?
In arousal?
One whispered word
And you are here, with me now.
Real.
Your hands are gentle as they push me back onto the bed,
The almost frightening strength of them reined as you reassure me.
As you seek to give me pleasure.

My own arousal brings me back to the here and now.
The room has grown dark and I still have not moved from this seat.
I feel watched, eyes on me.
Turning my head, I see you leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over your chest, a smile playing over your face, desire abundant in your eyes.
Through our bond you project to me what you see - me curled up on the window seat, gazing out of the window.
You also project your love for me, and reach your hand out.
I take the hand and allow you to pull me into our bedroom, pushing me down on the bed.
I expect you to lie down with me, but you don’t, remaining standing at my side.
Slowly you undress yourself, clothes dropping to a heap on the floor. You then strip me of my clothes, before lying down on top of me, lips seeking out mine.
The feel of your lips against mine is indescribable,
The reality of them so much more powerful than my fantasies could ever be.

Though everything I thought of describes you completely,
I cannot help but feel there is a sentiment missing.
There is, however, one word that says more about you than any other.
A very simple word -
Mine.

~fin~