Breathe for Me
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Damn waterfalls. It was bad enough that you were stuck on Queen detail when
you could be out making runs against the blockade. It was a typical Nubian
fall day, the wind blowing softly through the omnipresent trees and vines,
and rippling the crystal clear waters of the lake surrounding the palace.

You decide to stay for a while, pulling out your datapads and settling down
on a rock near a more-secluded area of water near the waterfall. You soak
it all in for a moment, wondering how a world that was so technologically
advanced could still have such simplistic beauty. As you wax poetic over
the beauty of nature, a sudden gust of wind blows your now-eschewed uniform
jacket into the lake. No problem. You'll just strip down, swim out, and
fetch it.

You pull off your trousers and uniform shirt, forgetting about your boots.
Slipping lightly on the rock, you gain your balance and pull off the
offending restraints. Now in your underwear, you make a perfect swan dive
and hope that you'll pop up near your jacket.

You'd taken swimming lessons, as was a requirement for any Nubian pilot.
However, those lessons were conducted in a swimming pool inside the palace
complex, not in the wild where anything could happen. You find the jacket,
hooked on a jagged outcropping, and try to tug it loose. Meanwhile, vines
began to twine around your ankles, that particular species clinging to heat
sources such as yourself. You wiggle a bit, and realize you're trapped.

You try not to panic, remembering all your survival training. You work
desparately to free yourself, but it is to no avail. The more you struggle,
it seems, the tighter the vines wind around your legs. Finally, in a
last-ditch effort to be heard, you scream out in your mind. Hopefully,
there's an empath within a ten mile radius that can call for help.

As your vision gets spotty and you feel yourself floating in that hazy grey
area between life and death, you feel strong arms haul you out of the water.
They lay you gently on the rock and pull your bra away, knitting together
to perform chest compressions. Then, a soft mouth presses against yours and
you know it's a man who has rescued you. You feel the barest hint of
stubble on his cheeks, and your world narrows down to those soft lips.

Finally, you feel enough air in your lungs to open your eyes, and are
greeted with the most beautiful set you've ever seen. His handsome face
breaks out into a smile and he cradles you as you attempt to sit up.

"Wha...who're you?" He trails slightly-calloused fingers down your
tear-streaked face and shushes you.

"Obi-Wan Kenobi. Jedi. Don't speak, you need your rest. Let me help you
back to the palace." You hear his lilting, deep-core accent rolling over
the syllables and fall in love all over again. Before this handsome Jedi
goes back to being stoic, you want to know what it's like to see him
impassioned.

"Obi-Wan? Can I kiss you? Thank you, of course." He nods, smiling a
little. Surely a chaste kiss wouldn't be overstepping your boundaries. He
pulls you a little closer and you press your lips to his, an erotic thrill
burning through you when you see his golden-tipped lashes flicker down. You
nibble at his full lower lip, gaining entrance to his mouth. Your tongue
twines with his in the soul-searching dance, and suddenly your hands are
plucking at his robes and his are resting tentatively at your waist.

You pull the tunics away, revealing a body covered in golden-toned skin. He
was a masterpiece. He pulls your drenched cotton panties away and you feel
slightly embarassed at the state you're in. No matter, because he's already
doing things with that wonderful mouth that you'd never even dare to dream.

His tongue dips softly into your navel and he looks up, almost asking
permission.

"I never, I mean...I never do this when I first meet someone...I..you've
bewitched me." You smile and he presses his face into your folds, flicking
at your clit with his tongue. His hands come up to caress your breasts,
rolling the nipples into pointed peaks. His lovemaking is like a song,
welling up inside him and consuming him with passion. If all Jedi had such
passion, Force help the person it were turned upon. He lays you gently onto
the rock and pushes his heavy cock into you, allowing you to get acclimated
to his size.

Over and over he thrusts into you, calling out endearments and stroking your
thighs as he hooks them around his back. He comes into you, your orgasm
drinking him in as he finishes with a flash of the Force surging around you
both. Sated, he pulls away and cradles you once more, content to stare at
the waterfalls and the peacefulness of nature.
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Awww...thanks Silver Alaska for the idea!

"Begun, this Clone War has."--Yoda, "Attack of the Clones"