Title:  Following Orders 1/?
Author:  Dorotea
Rating:  NC-17
Summary:  The General is having a bad day.  You provide stress reduction
therapy.  If you're looking for more of a plot than that, you are looking in
the wrong place.
Archive:  Yes
Disclaimer:  I don't own the General, I'm just borrowing him and I'm not
making any money with him.
Feedback:  Please?  DSenjak@aol.com

You are standing in the woods, your eyes fixated on him.  General Kenobi.  He
is leaning against a tree, legs slightly spread, studying a data pad.  He is
beautiful.  You have lusted after him for years.  His dark blonde hair just
brushes his shoulders, a few loose strands fall over his eyes, begging to be
pushed back.  Knee high black boots, tight black pants and his half-opened
shirt are causing your heart to beat a little faster.

You know he has sensed your presence, but he has not acknowledged you yet. 
You are reluctant to approach him, before he disappeared he had been biting
heads off all morning.  You remember a much different Obi-Wan Kenobi from
before the war.  You had never been close friends, but at the Temple he had
helped you with your training exercises several times and he had been patient
and supportive.  Now every time he saw you he just snapped orders at you or
ignored you. 

He enters information into the data pad and turns toward you.  His face is
weary, lips downturned in what has become an almost permanent scowl, but his
alert eyes piercing right through you.  It is hard for you not look away from
his intense stare.  You don't say anything, you had been sent to find him by
Master Windu, but it was obvious General Kenobi didn't want to be found. 
There had to be a reason he was this deep in the woods and you doubted that
his comlink was broken, he had probably turned it off.

It had taken you over an hour to track him here, and finding people and
things was your specialty.  When you were still a padawan, Obi-Wan used to
jokingly tell you if you washed out as a Knight you would make an excellent
bounty hunter.  "Always nice to have something to fall back on," he would
say.  "Especially considering your lightsaber skills.  Put a blaster in your
hands and you might actually be able to hurt someone."  He would goad you
during lightsaber training exercises.  That had been a long time ago though. 
 
"Are you lost?"  General Kenobi asks gruffly. 

You swallow, nervously ringing your hands. Why were you so anxious?  As
special envoy between the Council and the Republic Navy, you dealt with
Council members and other important officials all the time.  "Um, Master
Windu, he, well, he..."  Your voice trails off as the General strides
purposefully over to you, stopping only a few centimeters in front of you.

"Spit it out, Knight.  Do you think I have time to waste listening to you
stammer?"  He asks, his face so close to yours you can feel his warm breath
on your face.  You shudder involuntarily, his proximity flustering you even
more. 

"I'm sorry, General Kenobi, Master Windu wants to speak to you immediately. 
He sent me to fetch you."  The words rush from your mouth in a blur.

The General arches a brow as his lips curl up into a tight grin.  "Fetch me?"
He asks.  "Am I his dog?" 

You shake your head, your cheeks flaming.  Had you really said 'fetch'?  Oh,
Gods, you were dog meat.  "No," you say apologetically.  "I didn't mean it
that way.  Master Windu was just concerned because no one knew were you were
and your comlink doesn't seem to be, um, working."

General Kenobi nods his head gravely, his brows furrowed.  "I'll give you a
message to take back to Master Windu.  You can tell him my comlink is not
broken. I sliced it in half with my lightsaber this morning after listening
to him lecture me for an hour about a battle plan he knows NOTHING about."
His voice grows louder with each word until he is screaming in your face. 
You grimace and back away until you run into a tree as he continues. "You can
tell him I'll be back when I feel like coming back.  You can tell him he can
put his lightsaber up his ass.  Can you give him that message, special
envoy?" 

You nod your head. "Yes, sir.  But, I don't think --"

The General tosses his data pad on the ground and puts an arm on either side
of your head, pinning you in.  "You are not supposed to think.  I am the
General, I think.  You follow orders.  Can you follow orders?"  He asks, his
hot breath and closeness causing you to shudder again.  His eyes have turned
predatory and you suddenly feel you are the helpless prey that has fallen
into the trap.

"Yes, sir," you croak.  You consider pointing out that technically you are
not under his command, but decide that would just be begging for abuse. You
meet his gaze and his blue-green eyes bore into you.  "I'll go give Master
Windu the message right now sir."  You stammer, trying not to let your eyes
drift to the bare skin of his chest.  You know he can sense your lust and
your face reddens again, embarrassed that you can't control your emotions. 
He inches closer to you, his body almost brushing against yours.  You feel
like a simpering little girl in with her first crush.  You are a grown woman
and besides he wasn't even being nice to you. 

"First I want to make sure you can follow orders," he says in a husky
whisper.  "Kiss me." 

Your eyes widen.  Was he making fun of you?  Playing a cruel game?  "I beg
your pardon sir, but what did you say?" You ask, trying to keep your voice
steady as desire pulses through you.

General Kenobi gives you a cocky grin.  "You don't have to beg, but you do
have to follow orders.  I ordered you to kiss me.  Are you going to obey?"

"Yes," you answer softly, giving him a quick kiss on his whiskered chin. You
fear your heart is beating so fast and hard he can hear it. 

He grins at you, his eyes now twinkling with amusement.  "You call that a
kiss?  Master Windu must have you convinced I am a pet.  Am I a pet or a
man?" 

You don't answer, thinking the question to be rhetorical, plus with your
blood pumping so furiously through your body it is hard to think of a
coherent response.

The General moves his face even closer to yours, his lips brushing across
your cheek as he moves to whisper in your ear.  "Am I a man?"

"Oh, yes, you are General," you answer in a lustful whisper. 

"Do you know how to kiss a man?"  He whispers into your ear, his hot tongue
flicking your ear lobe.  

"Yes," You know, and oh, Gods, did you want to show him, against all common
sense.

The General backs away from you slightly.  He stares intensely into your
eyes.  "Show me then," he commands.  "Kiss me again."

You cock your head to the side and shyly press your lips into his.  His lips
part and your tongue accepts the invitation, slowly delving into his warm
mouth.  His tongue thrusts into your mouth, exploring every millimeter of it.
Your head is pushed back against the tree as he begins kissing you hungrily,
his mouth crushing yours.  You can sense his overpowering desire and are
stunned that it is for you. 

The General's hard, lean body is soon pressed hard against yours.  You can
feel his growing arousal against your stomach and a wave of lust sweeps
through you.  You want to feel that hardness inside of you.  One of his hands
begins to roughly massage your breasts through your tunics, alternating
between them, arousing your nipples to hardness. 

He tears his mouth away from yours and you whimper at the loss, even though
your lips are numb from the crushing force he had been kissing you with. 
"Take off your cloak and your tunics," he growls, moving back to allow you
room to move. 

You quickly shrug off your cloak, letting it drop to the forest floor.  You
unclasp your leather belt and toss it aside, your lightsaber hitting a rock
with a thud.  You don't even care if you broke it.  Before you have a chance
to remove your tunics, his hands are there, tearing them off.  He lets out a
soft moan at the sight of your bare breasts, caressing them passionately. 
His calloused palms graze over your nipples, sending shivers of desire
rushing through your body. 

"Stroke me," he commands in a husky whisper, taking your hand and placing it
on his bulge, which is straining against the material of his pants.

You stroke him eagerly, feeling him harden and grow more from your touch. 
You undo his pants, letting them drop and reach inside to feel his hot cock
in your hand.  He groans as your soft hand strokes his erection, you spread
his pre-come up and down the shaft.  You kneel down in front of him and lick
the sensitive tip of his cock, then take the head into your mouth, sucking
lustfully on it.  Your tongue circles around the shaft as his hands tangle in
your hair, massaging your head.  His hips thrust out as you begin to suck
more forcefully. 

"Enough," he gasps, pulling your head away from his cock.  "I don't want to
come in your mouth."

"Where do you want to come?"  You ask with a grin, sitting down on your
cloak, arms behind you, knees up.  

The General returns the grin and kneels down at your feet, pulling your boots
off.  "I'll show you," he says as he parts your knees and slithers between
your legs.  He unties the drawstring on your leggings and starts tug them
off, but you sit up, grabbing his hands. 

"Here?"  You ask, looking around the forest apprehensively. 

"Yes," He says in a commanding tone.  "Here and now.  If we go back to
headquarters someone will see us and then a hundred people will have
something of the utmost importance to speak to me about.  I cannot deal with
that right now.  I'm sick of dealing with ambassadors, diplomats, Council
members, and other officers.  Everyone thinks they know everything, when they
know nothing."  His eyes blazing with emotion you wouldn't expect in a Jedi
Knight, his frustration evident.  He penetrates what little resistance you
had to begin with and you remove your hands and lift your hips, allowing him
to strip you.

You are now completely naked, lying on the ground in the woods.  You know
you're going to regret this later, but right now you couldn't care less about
the consequences.  His hands snake slowly up your legs, arousing you, making
you ache for him.  He latches onto a nipple, sucking hard as his fingers move
between your wet folds, causing you to moan and arch your hips, your body
wanting more.  His thumb circles your clitoris, grazing across it,
stimulating and teasing you.  He thrusts a digit inside of you, letting out a
long groan as he feels your tight wetness.

"You're so wet, so ready," he gasps, sliding another finger inside, ramming
them hard and fast to match the rhythm set by your hips.

"Oh, yes, now, I want you now," you moan, craving his hard, large cock inside
of you. 

With a grunt he pulls his fingers out and shifts his body so his hardness is
brushing against your opening.  You look up into his passion-filled eyes and
grab his hair, pulling his face to yours for a kiss just as he thrusts his
hips, impaling you with his cock.  His size stretches you and fills you.  His
lips crush yours and your tongues battle as he takes you with hard, fast
strokes.  His thrusts are so vigorous that you are pushed backwards, the
ground cover rough beneath you as it digs into your backside. 

Your fingers wrap around his long hair and your legs wrap around his hips as
you orgasm, the pleasure surging through every fiber of your being.  You gasp
into his mouth and he breaks away from the kiss, his face contorting as he
follows your climax with his own.  His body bucks frantically into yours as
he shoots his hot come deep inside of you, your muscles contracting around
his shaft to milk all the liquid from it.  His thrusting hips slow and he
collapses on top of you.  "Oh, Gods," he gasps, his face buried in your hair,
"I haven't come that fast since I was seventeen."

Your eyes are closed and you are trying to catch your breath and collect your
senses enough to say something coherent when he lifts his weight off of you,
sitting up to pull up his pants.  You scoot backwards, a rush of 'I can't
believe I just did that' sweeping away the afterglow.  You had to work with
him.  You quickly gather your scattered clothing and dress, as he does the
same, both of you carefully avoiding eye contact. 

You stand and shake off your cloak, then pull it on, burying yourself in it,
standing awkwardly, unsure of what to do or say.  He tucks in his shirt and
turns to face you.  You look down at your feet as if the dirt and scuff marks
on your boots were of great interest to you.  He cups your chin in his hand
and gently lifts your face.  "Thank you.  You'll never realize how much I
needed that," he says in a low voice, giving you a soft kiss on the lips, his
beard tickling your face. 

"Um, you're welcome, sir, General, sir, General Kenobi," you stammer,
blushing, unable to believe you just had sex in the woods with a man you were
not even on a first name basis with.

The General grins.  "You can call me Obi-Wan, you know, when it's just the
two of us."

You nod.  "I kind of like calling you General, sir," you say jokingly. 

Obi-Wan arches his brows.  "You're respectful, I like that in a woman.  I
expect to see you tonight, at my quarters, after you're off duty."

"Is that an order, sir?" You ask as the two of you start walking back toward
the compound.

Obi-Wan chuckles.  "Does it have it to be?"

You shake your head.  "No, sir.  I'll come."

"You most certainly will," he promises.

TBC
(Possibly, we'll see what the muse desires, of course I don't think I've ever
actually finished a story.  I must have a problem with closure. <g>)