Title: The Perfect Storm
Author: Eiluned
Fandom: Star Wars
Pairing: Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan
Rating: NC-17
Status: New/Complete
Archive: Temple Library, MA, Hidden Past, WWOMB, Sith
Chicks, SWAL, all others by a note to me and a link to
http://homes.arealcity.com/HiddenRealm/Eiluned/pstorm.html
E-mail address for feedback: MissMuse@thebeachpad.com
Series/Sequel:  Second in Weather series. (after Storm
Warning)
Author's website: http://homes.arealcity.com/HiddenRealm/Eiluned
Disclaimers: They belong to George, not me. If they belonged to
me, I'd do more... interesting things with them and the title belongs to Sebastian Junger.
Keywords: POV, PWP, Romance
Summary: A storm gives Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan an opportunity.
Notes:  Mucho thanks to my betas Darry and Dorotea.  You
chicas are great!  This can be read on its own, but Storm Warning
gives a better framework for the relationship.  It can be found on
my site.

~*~*~*~

I sit in front of the window watching the wind whip through the
palm trees.  Fat drops of rain are flung against the glass and
dark waves pound furiously on the pale sand.  Storms on Aysla's
southern continent are few and far apart, but when they do occur,
they are violent.  We happened to make planetfall and get
settled into negotiations just before one rolled in off of the warm
ocean.  The locals were saying that this was to be the worst
typhoon in decades.

You are asleep in the other room, far from any windows.  I lean
back in my chair, watching nature battle to breach my fortress.
We have only made love once, the result of having to leave
Coruscant the very next day.  The week-long trip to Aysla was
made in a cramped freighter with tiny cabins and paper thin
walls.  There was no chance for me to make love to you.
The moans I so wanted to coax from you would have been
heard by everyone on board.

On Aysla, we've been entirely too busy.  The trade negotiations
ate up all of our time, with a few hours left for sleep.  This storm
is hiding a blessing, causing the negotiations to come to a
standstill and sequestering all of the attending parties in their
bungalows.

A particularly bright flash of lightning blinds me for a moment
and when my vision clears I see you standing in the arched
doorway.  You are leaning against the wall, your eyes heavy and
your flimsy pants hanging low on your hips.  I get a tantalizing
view of your well-muscled belly and prominent hipbones.  You
look beautiful and arousing and, gods, how I want you.

"You should be sleeping, Master," you tell me, your accent
heavier with sleep.

I sigh and shift in my chair, letting the folds of my robe brush
against my erection.  The rough fabric rasps against the
sensitive skin and I bite back a moan.  "Come here, Obi-Wan," I
say, shrugging the garment off of my shoulders.

Your eyes widen at my nakedness and your bare chest starts to
rise and fall more quickly.  "I was beginning to wonder if that was
just a dream," you say, crossing the room in your slow swagger.

"If what was a dream?" I ask, letting my hand stray down to
stroke my erection.

Your eyes locked on my lap, you lift a hand and make a fluttery
gesture.  "This," you reply as you stop and kneel in front of me.
"The fact that you love me and want me.  I thought for a while
that I had imagined the whole thing."

You pause and look up at me, your warm hands coming to rest
on my thighs.  "I didn't imagine it, did I," you finish, more of a
statement than a question.

"No, you didn't," I answer, leaning forward and taking your lips,
alternating between brushing my tongue over your top lip and
sucking and nibbling on the bottom one.

When I finally pull away, you are panting and your blue-grey
eyes have darkened with lust.  Your hands slide up my thighs
and wrap around my hips, pulling me forward in the chair. With a
wicked look in your eyes, you press your lips to my cheek,
trailing fiery kisses down my neck.  Your tongue plays against
my collarbone, tracing the curved bone, then slides down to
capture a nipple.

I moan and thread my fingers into your hair, not guiding or
insisting, just feeling the soft spikes beneath my palms.  You
suckle and nip, twisting the other nipple with your fingers,
switching sides and laving the other until I am groaning and
writhing under your mouth.  "Obi-Wan," I say on a breath, sliding
my fingers through your loose ponytail.

You sigh against my skin and I shiver at the cool rush over my
wet nipple.  Tugging at my hips, you pull me forward until I am
on the very edge of my seat.  You lean in until your chest is
pressed against me, rubbing between my spread legs.

"Feeling bold tonight?" I tease, watching as you slowly lower
your face to my stomach.

You pause and look up at me, uncertainty showing in your
usually confident eyes.  "Do you like it?" you ask, resting your
cheek against my belly.

I smile and run my fingers through your hair.  "Oh, yes, my
Obi-Wan," I reply softly. "I like it very mu-- ah!"

My words die as you drop your head and engulf my cock in your
mouth.  You suck and swallow until your nose is buried in the
hair at my groin and your chin is pressed against my balls.  Your
throat clenches convulsively a few times and it is all I can do to
keep from coming immediately.

I have imagined for years what your mouth would feel like
wrapped around my cock, but nothing I ever thought of could
compare to the real thing.  Your mouth is so hot and wet... it
feels like paradise.

You stay still for a moment, holding my erection in your throat,
simply breathing around it.  Then you slowly start backing off,
sucking lightly until only the head remains between your lips.
Your tongue darts over the hot skin, playing in the slit for a
second, swiping away the bead of moisture that I know must be
there.

I moan and slide down even further in the chair.  Gods, your
mouth feels incredible.  You plunge back down and slowly pull
back, lightly dragging your teeth up the length of my penis.
What should have been painful translates to intense pleasure
and a choked sob comes from my throat.  I am silently begging
you to stop and never to stop and to finish me off because I
want to come in your mouth so badly it hurts.

You hum a moan of approval and start sucking in earnest, your
blond head bobbing up and down in my lap.  My eyes want to
roll back into my head, but I force them open.  I cannot miss a
second of this.

My eyes trail down from your head to the hand working furiously
between your thighs and my whole body clenches in
anticipation.  You suck firmly on the head for a moment, then
you pull my entire cock into your mouth again and swallow
around it.  On the next upstroke, your teeth lightly catch my
foreskin and it slides up over the head of my cock.

My vision suddenly blurs and explodes in a flash of light.  I grab
your ponytail and empty myself into your hot mouth.  You ride
my bucking hips, still suckling and swallowing my seed, licking
and bringing me down from my orgasm.  You cry out suddenly
around my cock and I can feel the hot spurts of your come
against my thigh.  My waning erection slides out of your mouth
and you press your face against my bare thigh, moaning and
jerking with each spasm.

When your orgasm finally subsides, you look up at me and
smile, licking my come from your lips.  My heart swells and I pull
you up onto my thighs, kissing you deeply and whispering words
of my love into your ear.

And outside, the storm still pounds against the window.

End