Healing Hands

Disclaimer: I do not own anyone pertaining to Star Wars. They belong to George. I just like to borrow them to play for awhile.


My chin rested atop my fists as I found my eyes drifting to the window of my office. It was still gray, cloudy and rainy. At least there was no thunder and lightning. That’s all I’d need to make my day just perfect. I was the only one to come in today because I had to cover the early shift. It didn’t start getting cloudy until after the time I pulled into my parking space outside “Hands of the Seasons” the massage parlor where I worked.

After looking at the grumbling sky, I dashed inside the building just before the heavens opened and decided to wash away all the filth of the world. I said this because it hasn’t stopped raining since then. And already three of the others scheduled to work today called in for various reasons I hardly believed. “My street is flooded, Nattie, I can’t possibly come in today.” “I’ve got a cold, Nattie. This stupid wet weather is gonna kill me one day.” “Nattie, I can’t get my kids to daycare, and my husband’s already left. Please, I have to call in today…at least until I can get a babysitter.”

‘Yeah, thanks for nothing, girls,’ I thought, twisting my mouth into a frown and almost hating the fact that I was assistant manager.

Sometimes I wondered about this job. True, we were making people feel better, but there were times that I’d just as soon keep my hands to myself. Literally. I did get my fair share of rather handsome men who needed my “delicate” touch to remove their tensions. But then there were also the guys you just would rather use a hefty pair of gloves just so you wouldn’t have to touch them.

However, today was proving to be one of the slowest ever since the business was opened. I lowered my arms and began tapping my fingers against the desk just so they wouldn’t cramp up just in case we did have a customer come in. Once again, my head turned to my window, still streaked with rain which didn’t show any signs of letting up.

There was hardly any sign of life walking on the streets outside, and who could blame them? Only a few groups of people would be out in this rain: rich people who had absolutely nothing better to do with their time, working class citizens like me who were either trying to get to work or on lunch break, and idiots. Biting my lower lip, I should probably rephrase that first group of people as they were usually the ones who chose to come to “Seasons.”

Bells tinkled, signaling someone making their entrance to the building. A customer? Now, in this weather? Yeesh, be still my heart. Getting up from my chair, I put on my best professional smile and walked out of my office.

“Welcome to ‘Hands of the Seasons’ where every season gives our customers the opportunity to be healed,” I said our slogan and gagged inside. ‘I’ve got to talk to Ronnie about changing that. There’s got to be something…anything better than that.’ “How may I help you heal today?”

A rumbling chuckle answered my greeting, and I finally looked up at the customer. My jaw dropped and my eyes widened as I saw the body beautiful, the Master himself…Qui-Gon Jinn. Closing my mouth, I swallowed rather loudly as I went over to him to take his robe. “I am terribly sorry for the intrusion, but I was feeling a little…tense when I noticed the sign. I hope you have time for a walk-in appointment,” he said, watching my movements as I disrobed him.

“Oh, of course, I have time for a walk-in.” I smiled up at him, holding the rather large robe in my arms.

I didn’t realize we were both just standing there, me practically staring at him, until he asked, “Well, is there a more private room for your customers or shall we do this here?”

Shaking my head, I tried to remove all the evil thoughts that sprang up from his question from my mind, replying, “Oh, sorry about that. Right this way.” He followed my gesture to the door leading past the offices and strode into the first massage room. I brought his robe with me and hung it on one of the wall’s hooks inside the room. His scent still lingered on the robe and filled my nostrils most pleasantly with a strong musk. ‘Oh, God, I can’t believe Qui-Gon Jinn is here in the flesh asking me for a massage.’

My eyes closed as I tried to contain my excitement. He may have been a Jedi master, but right now he was a customer. And I needed to treat him as well as any of my customers…or much better rather. Turning around, I found him staring at me, an amused look on his face. “My name’s Natalie, and I will be your masseuse for today,” I said, holding out my hand.

His massive hand enveloped mine as he bowed low enough to almost touch my hand with his forehead. Looking up as he rose to his full height, which had to be well over six feet, he said, “My reputation has apparently preceded me as you already know my name, Natalie.”

I wanted to smack myself for thinking too much around him, but he merely gave me that quirky smile of his that made my insides melt. Clearing my throat, I said, “If you’ll take a seat, I’ll get a robe and some of our therapy clothes for you…Master Jinn.”

“Please, call me Qui-Gon.”

“Of course…Qui-Gon.”

Going over to our storage cabinet, I didn’t think we’d ever had a customer with quite the…presence as Qui-Gon. I rummaged through the drawers to find the right size, but it was proving rather difficult. I stole a glance behind and saw him lounging on the table, still watching me with that smile on his handsome face. Looking at his long, muscular legs, I raised an eyebrow, thinking, ‘No, I doubt we’d have anything that would fit him…at least not in our cabinet.’

‘All in due time, Natalie, love,’ I heard his gentle rumble in my mind, and I closed my eyes wanting to smack my forehead again. His chuckle made me open my eyes again, and he said, “If you can’t find clothes in my size, it’s all right. I will use my own clothes.”

Nodding my head, I walked over to him to help remove his top layer of clothing. Not that this was one of the services of our studio, but this was Qui-Gon Jinn we were talking about. I unhooked the leather belt with his lightsaber from about his waist and draped it over one of the chairs.

Then, hesitantly reaching around behind him, I slowly undid the knot in the sash holding his tunic together. Glancing up into his face, I saw his wonderfully blue eyes meet mine, and I wondered if he was okay with my help. ‘It’s all right…continue, please, Natalie,’ I heard his voice soft in my mind.

That was all I needed, and I unwrapped the sash from around him and folded it before placing it in the chair with his belt and lightsaber. Returning to him, his tunic hung loosely about him, giving a rather great preview of his massive chest. I suddenly felt rather short next to him, and not many people can do that since I am just a few inches below six feet. But I still needed to remove the tunic.

Grasping one side, I pulled it back from his chest and off of his shoulder. He held up his arm to allow me to pull it off completely, revealing a very toned arm. I swallowed softly and tried not to picture that arm crushing me against his strong form. Removing the other side of his tunic, I folded it in half and placed it over the belt on the back of the chair.

Walking back to him, I smiled and said, “Just lie back here and put yourself in my hands.”

He leaned back against the padded table which was actually just long enough for his entire body. Good thing Ronnie had ordered the extra-long tables. I’d have to give her major brownie points for that…especially in this case. Clenching and unclenching my hands, I warmed up my fingers to prepare for the work ahead though this really didn’t seem like work. Before I could begin, I went over to the stereo and pushed the ‘Play’ button. The soft music of Ayumi Hamasaki came from the speakers, and I was ready.

Going back to the table, I watched Qui-Gon as he merely laid there, his eyes closed and his chest rising ever so slightly. God, he was magnificent. I didn’t know where to begin with him, so I just started with what I’d normally start with. I placed my hands on either side of his neck and began kneading the muscles with my fingers.

Slowly, I made my way down to where his shoulders began, and it was like massaging rock. Well, not entirely as his skin was soft but tough beneath my fingers. Clenching my fists, I switched to using my knuckles against his shoulder muscles, gently pressing into him. I thought I saw his lips twitch as I moved closer to him, and I had to smile.

I moved to one side and began working on his upper arm. Most people didn’t realize the amount of tension that can be stored in the arms. Fortunately, I wasn’t most people, and I knew my work. Squeezing and working the muscles through my hands all the way down to his wrist, I fought the urge to place his hand against my face.

As if in response to my thoughts, he gently brushed the back of his hand against my cheek, his fingers running against my lips. Blinking, I looked up to see that Qui-Gon’s eyes were still closed. Oh, the things these Jedi can do. I’m sure there was so much more, but he was the customer, and it was my job to help relax him.

Slowly lowering his hand, I moved to the other arm and repeated the process…as did he with only his thumb touching my lips this time. A soft breath escaped my lips before I lowered his arm and moved back above his head.

“If you’ll please turn onto your stomach, I can work on your back, Qui-Gon,” I said, my voice sounding a little hoarse.

Without a word, he complied and lay against his stomach on the table. Gazing at his back, it was just as sculpted as his chest and stomach. I bit my finger to keep from thinking anything at this point. All my focus needed to be in my work…but work was turning out to be more fun today. Moving his long, ginger mane over one shoulder, I softly ran a hand from the back of his head through the entire length of it. It was so soft, I wanted to just spend more time caressing his hair.

A sigh from his lips brought me out of my thoughts and back to my work. Placing my hands at the nape of his neck again, I kneaded my way down to the spot between his shoulder blades. Then, I worked my hands to either side, feeling all of the muscles release the stored tension. Frowning in puzzlement, I didn’t think that he would be this tight, and I had to ask,

“How long has it been since you’ve had some treatment like this?”

“You know, I can’t remember the last time I had this kind of treatment.” I felt his rumbling laugh beneath my fingers as he said this and then felt a hand gently run against my bare calf. “But I wish I had started long ago.” He turned his face towards me against the table, and I saw him smile again, blue eyes shining.

I found myself smiling back as I leaned over him again to use my knuckles against the tension right along his spine. Some of my long, blonde hair fell over my shoulder and brushed his back. A soft moan came from his lips, and I glanced at him before moving further down, my hair trailing against his back. Then, I gently grasped his shoulders, stretching my arms to their full length, and brushed my covered breasts up the entirety of his toned back.

He shuddered under my touch, and I felt his hand cup my calf again only this time, he squeezed the muscle before running his hand up to mid-thigh. Almost giving in to the tempting offer, I moved back to the head of the table before his hand reached any higher. I did like our uniforms, a short black skirt and white halter top, but right now, it was proving to be a bit too short considering my current situation.

Biting my lower lip, I shoved aside the thought to just leap onto his back and really give him a rub-down. I wanted to kick myself when I remembered that more of the treatment required him to be on his back. Sighing, I leaned down near his face, and said,

“I’m sorry, Qui-Gon, but I had you on your back too early in the treatment. If you would turn over again…please.”

He turned onto just his side, his head propped up on an elbow and his eyes gazing into mine. Then, a hand shot out and caught my wrist, drawing me closer to him as he murmured, “There is nothing to apologize for, Natalie. I asked you to help me relax, and you’re doing an amazing job.”

My heart must have skipped several beats, and I couldn’t help being lost in those gorgeous blue eyes. I was able to tear my gaze away from his, and he rolled onto his back showing off his magnificent front half. Grasping his wrists, I pulled them above his head and back, giving him a really long stretch. I heard his soft groan and released his arms to lie partially on and off the table.

Then, I placed my hands at either side of his head near the temples and made small, slow circles, pressing in just a little to relieve the tension stored there. I slowly moved my fingers up and into his hair, finding the right places hidden in his mane before softly massaging. He released a breath, and I wondered how I was really affecting him. Granted, a masseuse just knows when her customers are content and relaxed. But with a Jedi master, one just never knew for sure.

A hand slid along my thigh joined by another on my other leg, both making their way up and under my skirt. I gasped softly, but I didn’t move since I was still working on him, too. And truth be told, I didn’t want to move away this time. His long fingers caressed my legs all the way up to my buttocks, softly moving over my satin underwear.

I had moved my hands from his head down to the muscles beneath his collarbone. Already my thoughts were shifting to what I would love to do with this man, and my fingers responded. I slid my hands further down his pectoral muscles, moving my palms in slow wide circles. Just feeling the muscle beneath my hands was enough to draw moisture from my lower body.

Cupping my buttocks, I felt him pull me just a little closer to him where my nether regions were almost even with the table. His fingers slipped into the back of my underwear and pulled them down my legs, leaving me naked beneath my skirt. With soft caresses, Qui-Gon drew me even closer where his head lay back on the table. One hand worked its way up between my legs, spreading them further apart, and I glanced down to see him leaning his head a little over the table’s edge.

Then, I felt his beard gently scratching against my thigh as though he was a cat marking his territory. It brought a sigh from my lips, and I felt his mouth smile as he kissed my inner thigh. Something slipped inside my opening, and I gasped, feeling it swirl around, exploring my inner walls further. I leaned my head back, my breath coming in shorter gasps as his tongue made the slightest contact with my sweet spot.

‘Oh, God,’ I thought, my hips thrusting closer to him. ‘Oh, God, what this man can do…’

‘This…and so much more, my dove,’ I heard his baritone in my mind, never once slowing in his work inside me. His tongue lapped me up for all I was worth, and I moved my hands along his sides, urging him on.

Then, he removed his lips from my opening and grasped my wrist, pulling me around the table. Sitting up, Qui-Gon lifted me onto the table, setting me just over the bulge rising in his pants. He was still taller than me even with me sitting on him, but I wasn’t going to complain especially when he leaned his forehead against mine. His lips claimed mine in a chaste kiss, soft and sweet.

Another kiss was placed on each side of my face, then my forehead and my lips once more. It started out soft, with just our lips touching before his tongue slowly pushed its way through my lips, coaxing my tongue to play. Tilting my head to the side, I leaned into his mouth, brushing against his tongue with a little more force.

Qui-Gon placed a hand behind my head, pulling me even closer than I already was. His fingers threaded their way through my hair to the clip that held half of it up. Then, grasping the clip, he released all of my long, blonde hair to fall against my back. Pulling out of our kiss, he rubbed his face against mine, nuzzling my hair and inhaling deeply. Apparently, my scent pleased him as a shuddering moan left his mouth.

Seeing his neck exposed, I couldn’t resist placing light kisses against the well-toned muscle. I moved up to nuzzle his ear while also breathing in his amazing scent when I felt lips gingerly nip my ear. Inhaling, I slumped against him as his teeth softly massaged my earlobe.

His hand moved down the back of my head, making my scalp tingle with electricity. Then, he stopped at the nape of my neck where the tie of my halter top held the shirt in place. Slowly, he pulled the tie loose and gently brought the cloth down my front, exposing my strapless white bra and stomach. He removed the rest of the top and dropped it to the floor.

A hand cupped my breast, trapped under the bra, and slowly squeezed and rubbed it in circles. Already I felt my nipples hardening to nubs as his tongue darted inside my ear, his hand still massaging my breast through the satin. Reaching around me with his other hand, he found the hooks to my bra and released my breasts. My bra fell to the floor along with my shirt, and his mouth moved from my ear to cover one nipple, slowly sucking and moving the nub with his tongue.

Leaning back, a small moan left my lips as his mouth shifted to my other breast, his tongue tracing a line between the two. Then, my mind noticed the long fingers caressing my mound below before one slipped neatly inside me. And then another joined the first as he began slowly thrusting inside me. My hips rocked slightly back and forth in time with his thrusts, and I tangled my fingers in his mane to hold his face closer to me. I rubbed my cheek against that soft mane, moving down to his ear, gently taking it in my teeth and sucking.

That earned a low growl from Qui-Gon’s throat as he thrust even harder inside of me, his fingers going deep and drawing a gasp from me. I threw my head back as I felt myself drawing near to my climax, still rocking against his fingers.

Then, he slipped his fingers out as suddenly as he did his tongue, and I groaned in protest, wanting him so much. ‘Why are you stopping?’ I moaned in my mind.

‘I have my reasons, Natalie, love,’ he answered as I once more looked down at the growing bulge beneath the cloth of his pants.

With hurried fingers, I struggled with the binding of his pants and finally pulled them down over his “gift.” And what a gift it was. He leaned back on his hands, allowing me to see his proud display. ‘Oh, my…God,’ I thought as his hands cupped my hips and drew me over him. He hiked up my short skirt and positioned me just above before sheathing himself inside me.

My eyes went wide as he began to slowly thrust within me, rolling against my hips and filling me completely. I bucked in time with him, my back arching to an almost painful angle as his lips found my breasts again. Gazing down at him through slit eyes, I saw his deep blue eyes staring into mine with such fiery desire it was almost frightening. But I soon lost that fear as he released my breast and clamped his mouth over mine, his beard tickling my chin.

Breath rushed from my throat to his and back as his thrusts became more urgent, more powerful. I met with him in perfect motion, my insides feeling as though they were about to burst. Another thrust and another step to the edge. My muscles clenched as he pounded into me, drawing a low moan from him into my throat. Bolts of electricity were shooting throughout my body as we both drew near the edge. I had to release his mouth just so I could breathe.

Suddenly, with a final, scream-drawing thrust, he released warm juices inside me, spreading his seed. His guttural roar almost overpowered my shriek of pleasure…but I wasn’t a soprano for nothing. Then, we collapsed against the table, my body spread over his with my arms wrapped around his neck. His arms crushed me to his chest, and a sigh of contentment left my lips as our chests rose and fell.

“Now that is a way to relax,” he said, his voice hoarse as he cupped my chin and made me look up at him. Kissing me softly, he leaned back and raised an eyebrow. “I hope you don’t do that for all of your customers.”

“No, no…this is a service for special clients only,” I told him, still trying to breathe normally. A smile crossed my face as I ran a hand over his chest. “And we only do repeat performances for certain customers, too.”

“Is that an offer?” he asked, a grin on his face.

“One you can’t refuse,” I answered, leaning up enough to claim his mouth in a long, hard kiss.

~~The End~~