Nightlife
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Category:
Star Wars (All) › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,297
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Nightlife
Title: Nightlife
Author: Anu (anubeta@lycos.com)
Rating: R
Pairing: Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan
Summary: Obi likes the nights best.
Beta:
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He’s such a big sweating hulk of a man. In fact, he’s really cute when he’s not plastered to my back. I love him. Don’t like him sometimes, but I try to release my frustration to the Force. It can’t be easy for him to love me, his own apprentice. I’m sure he faces ridicule among his peers, as I do.
He’s beautiful when he sleeps.
No longer the strong warrior or the fearless Jedi, Qui-Gon lays still, his mouth open, snoring horribly. His long hair is tangled and loose about his face, sweaty from all the time spent between my legs earlier this evening.
I like the nights with him best. It’s quiet, and dark. Cool light filters in through the blinds, and shines oposeposed curves of our bodies. The fan whirs softly, drafts of air brushing across our skin, ruffling the papers on the desk rhythmically.
My lying awake doesn’t bother him. He knows I like to take in the world like this. I don’t have to move, tucked against his chest, warm and sheltered. My body is at rest, my mind free of obligations. I think I like to have some distance from him. I like him close enough to touch, yet companionably away from me. Maybe that will change as I get older.
I move my legs against his, slide my buttocks against his hips more in a burrowing motion, tucking in tighter, closer. I like hard grips, strong shoves, tasting blood and feeling bruises. I like other men, who have the strength that women don’t. Few are the fellows with the courage to do that to me, to grip and snatch and pull while squeezing. This man, my Master, my man of choice, does.
He likes hard wiry muscles writhing beneath him, under him, around him. He likes to be able to hold and jerk and bite and growl. He is not afraid with me. As natural as breathing, he hurts me. And I hurt him back. Physical hurt is better than needs left unfulfilled.
I like my bruises. There’s always sore spots on my hips. I don’t mind them. I love them.
His shoulders are always bitten, sore, tender from being torn by my small teeth. He likes it very much, I’ve found. I like it as well. I like him to wear my marks.
He likes me. And I find that I rather like him, too.
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Author: Anu (anubeta@lycos.com)
Rating: R
Pairing: Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan
Summary: Obi likes the nights best.
Beta:
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He’s such a big sweating hulk of a man. In fact, he’s really cute when he’s not plastered to my back. I love him. Don’t like him sometimes, but I try to release my frustration to the Force. It can’t be easy for him to love me, his own apprentice. I’m sure he faces ridicule among his peers, as I do.
He’s beautiful when he sleeps.
No longer the strong warrior or the fearless Jedi, Qui-Gon lays still, his mouth open, snoring horribly. His long hair is tangled and loose about his face, sweaty from all the time spent between my legs earlier this evening.
I like the nights with him best. It’s quiet, and dark. Cool light filters in through the blinds, and shines oposeposed curves of our bodies. The fan whirs softly, drafts of air brushing across our skin, ruffling the papers on the desk rhythmically.
My lying awake doesn’t bother him. He knows I like to take in the world like this. I don’t have to move, tucked against his chest, warm and sheltered. My body is at rest, my mind free of obligations. I think I like to have some distance from him. I like him close enough to touch, yet companionably away from me. Maybe that will change as I get older.
I move my legs against his, slide my buttocks against his hips more in a burrowing motion, tucking in tighter, closer. I like hard grips, strong shoves, tasting blood and feeling bruises. I like other men, who have the strength that women don’t. Few are the fellows with the courage to do that to me, to grip and snatch and pull while squeezing. This man, my Master, my man of choice, does.
He likes hard wiry muscles writhing beneath him, under him, around him. He likes to be able to hold and jerk and bite and growl. He is not afraid with me. As natural as breathing, he hurts me. And I hurt him back. Physical hurt is better than needs left unfulfilled.
I like my bruises. There’s always sore spots on my hips. I don’t mind them. I love them.
His shoulders are always bitten, sore, tender from being torn by my small teeth. He likes it very much, I’ve found. I like it as well. I like him to wear my marks.
He likes me. And I find that I rather like him, too.
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