Title:  Resistance
Author: Leiasky
Rating: Overall  NC-17
Pairing: DJinn/F
Archive: If you choose. Please tell me first.

All of my fic can be found here:
http://www.geocities.com/tenelkai/tpmfanfiction.html

Summary:  Djinn and you. What else is there to say?

Disclaimer: They  belong to George. I'll give them back when I'm done playing
with them 'K? No money is made. If you'd like proof, look at my bank account.

Credits: My first foray into the Djinn world. Laura, you are to blame for
this!

As my sistah Jenn is so fond of saying…feedback is adored. Flames will be
used to make smores….


Chapter 1



You pull your knees beneath you and rest your chin on your arms as the fading
sunlight threatens to blind you. The mirror effect the sun has on the
cloud-scrapers is awe-inspiring. You've seen  nothing like this on your world
and you inch closer in the cushioned seat to stare at the reflection of the
sun against the glass buildings that line the vast cityscape.

You hear the door swish open behind you, but ignore it in favor of catching
the last glimpses of sunlight before darkness descends over the city.

"It never is truly dark," you say to the man standing motionless behind you.
You could feel his presence even without the gift of his precious Force.

"Not on Coruscant." Comes the confirmation.

You feel the man slide onto the cushioned bench behind you and rest his hands
on your shoulders. "The traffic and business keep this city in almost
constant daylight year round."

The last rays of sunlight disappear behind the cityscape and you turn around
and gaze curiously at him." What can I do for you? Why have you summoned me?"

Broad shoulders bend until he is nose to nose with you. Resting large hands
on the back of the seat, he chuckles low and deep. "I think you know why I
have asked you here."

Transparent blue eyes shimmer while you search his unreadable expression.
Many friends  had come and gone from this position in which you'd now found
yourself, and you can't help but wonder what you had done to deserve such
attention. Leaning back, you cross your arms and wait for him to continue.

"Ah, little kitten," he leans forward, breath hot and sweet brush across your
lips. He nips playfully at your lower lip and then the upper, lavishing them
with long-desired attention. "You wish to be difficult?"

"I am not some bimbo who will lift her skirts with a look or a sweet word, 
Jedi." With difficulty, you pull your lips from his intoxicating mouth and
stare into his heated gaze.

His answering laugh makes your insides flutter and your skin chill." Oh,
sweet one, I think my touch will convince you otherwise."

It is your turn to chuckle and you meet his eyes with a determination his
pomposity has brought to the surface. "I think you will find me quite a
challenge."

Long fingers trace small patterns across your wrist and up the inside of your
arm. Sweet lips, trail delicate kisses along your jaw before sliding slowly
down your neck. "All the more pleasing will the reward be when I succeed."

"I have an appointment in an hour," you state matter-of-factly, with
difficulty, pulling you arm from his grasp and settling it in your lap.

"You will be canceling that appointment." He straddles your thighs, careful
to keep his considerable weight from crushing you. Large hands grasp your
shoulders and lean you back against the cushions, revealing more of your
low-cut top to his curious gaze.

You lace your fingers together and keep them tightly rooted in your lap as
his gentle touch trails along the neckline of your blouse. Tremors race down
your spine and he shoots you a knowing grin, feeling your skin flutter
beneath his touch.

"You like this, kitten?" he breathes hotly into your ear. "I can be gentle or
rough, take your pick."

You flatten your hands across his abdomen and push with all the strength in
your arms. His eyes go wide as he falls backward with a hard thud into the
carpeted floor. You stand quickly and stare down at him, gaze cold as ice.
"No man gives me an ultimatum, Djinn. Not even you."

He stands slowly and favors you with a cold, predatory gaze. One step toward
you and he has you pressed against the cushions, towering over you, the large
body rippling with tightly harnessed  power.

Your eyes flick across the leather, stretched tightly across his muscled
chest, hugging his large, thick thighs. Had you not already been sitting,
you'd have been hard pressed to keep your legs steady beneath you.

His gaze penetrates you, pins you in place, and you are unable to move. He
wears the look of a man ready to pounce, simply waiting for his prey to make
a mistake. Your body trembles from the withering look and you can do nothing
but sit and stare.

"Ah, pet, but you will find my ultimatums difficult to resist."
Silver-specked hair spills over his shoulders as his fingers tilt your chin,
baring the thin column of your throat to hungry lips. His head disappears
below your upturned gaze, lips pressing possessively against the soft skin .
The slow, deliberate kisses, the gentle sucking, cause a small sound deep
within your chest and you can feel his knowing grin spread against your neck.
Long fingers slide  into your hair and tug gently, pulling your body against
his muscular torso.

Your legs tremble and you rest your hands against his chest, struggling to
find the strength to push him away. That desire is rapidly fading from your
thoughts only to be replaced by a burning desire to feel every inch of that
body press you against the floor, the wall, the cushioned seat resting at
your back. You shake the thoughts from your mind, determined not to give in
as easily as the others. He is used to getting what he wanted, who he wanted,
you are determined to be different. Some how, some way.

You slide your arms around his leather jerkin, fingers searching for the edge
that falls just above his hips. Long nails trail along the end of the supple
leather before embedding deeply into the skin just above his waistline.

A long, low growl  slips from his lips and he lifts his head to glare into
your face.

That simple distraction is all that you need to twist out of his grasp and
make for the door. "I'm going to be late for my appointment, Djinn. Good
night."

As you reach for the controls, his hand closes around your wrist, twisting
almost painfully. "You are Mine." He hisses, pushing you against the wall

"Wish to add me to your collection?" You growl, eyes flaming, fists pushing
against his shoulder in vain. "A collection of women hanging on your every
word, every deed?" You spit, disgusted with your body's reaction to his feral
touch.

"I admire a challenge," he growls, pressing his long, leonine body against
yours. "I want you. And I will have you."

"How does it feel to want?" Eyes flash as you hold on to the shreds of your
resistance.

"I take what I want." His breath is hot against your skin as he breathes the
comment with a quick peck to the cheek. "Get used to it."

"I will do no such-"

His mouth covers yours, halting any further dispute. His tongue, hot and wet,
slithers between your lips, demanding entrance, probing until the you grant
the request. His taste intoxicates you, his scent, masculine and
overwhelming, weakens your resolve.

His kiss becomes more demanding as large hands cup your breasts and squeeze
the soft mounds through your blouse. He pinches your nipples to hard buds
until you moan from the discomfort.

When he releases your lips, you are breathless, mind frantically fumbling for
some control over your weakened body. But he continues his assault on your
senses by carelessly ripping open the front of your blouse, baring your skin
to his hungry gaze.

He lifts each breast from their round confines and cups them in large hands
before bending to take one into the intoxicating heat of his mouth. He rolls
the hard bud between his tongue, biting gently to return your attention to
his ministrations.

"Gods, no," you whisper, thrusting your hands into his hair and tugging a few
strands out of the braid. Mind and body war with the incredible sensations
flooding your senses as you make a last ditch effort to disentangle yourself
from his grasp.
 
"Now, now, my little spitfire." He stands, looming dark and dangerous above
you. "This little game is at an end."

Blurred vision clears at the comment and you spit, "You do not own me." You
react with an anger that challenges him and before he can stop you, a swift
knee to the groin drops him to his knees. A low growl escapes his lips and
sapphire eyes fill with icy hatred as you rush for the door.


Chapter 2

"Good night, pet." He stares down at you, eyes soft and somber yet filled
with amusement. "I will return when you can resist me no longer."

You stand rooted in place as he turns to leave. Bare breasts chill without
his touch and you tremble. Eyes narrow as you search his retreating back,
unable to believe that this demanding monster you were so certain planned to
use you tonight, had just willingly walked out your door.


Chapter 3


The next few days are filled with restless thoughts and endless nights.
Regardless of what you tried, you could not stop thinking about Djinn. The
strong, muscular body, the commanding voice, the way the leather clung to his
skin as he moved. You were beginning to wonder if you enjoyed the pursuit
just as much as he. Blue eyes sparkle as you watch the transport lanes, heavy
with cargo, pass your balcony levels above. You sigh and squint against the
sun as it reflects off the glass spires surrounding you. Your thoughts return
to DJinn and you grumble. You are unable to go for even a few minutes without
thinking of him.

Eyes close and you lean against the balcony railing, allowing the breeze to
catch your hair and lift the heavy mass from your neck. You see him in your
mind's eye, hovering just out of arm's reach, laughing, sneering. You want to
slap him and embrace him at the same time but you are unable to reach him.
Instead, you cry out, earning a slight turn of his head.

You blink and shake yourself out of the memory. Or was it? You sigh and
resolve to ask your physician for more medication to help you sleep.

"You called, my pet?" whispers the husky voice against your neck. Hot breath
makes the soft hairs stand on end and you stiffen.

The hot Coruscant sun beats down on you from high above, warming the chills
that race down your spine. Instinctively, you lean over the railing, away
from his surprisingly gentle touch. Your balcony is small, but it serves its
purpose: a sanctuary of light and warmth outside of your quarters where you
could read, watch the traffic or simply daydream.

A large hand slides slowly along your arm, over your shoulder. The long
digits dance along the skin of your neck sending tremors racing down your
spine.

Another muscled arm wraps around your hips, pulling you against his
leather-covered arousal.

The simple robe you wear is parted slowly down the middle by long, determined
fingers. The tie falls apart, leaving skin from your neck to your ankles
visible in the early morning light.

You hear the leather crack with each movement and you can't help but
visualize what it looks like hugging slim hips and muscular thighs.

One hand slides across your lower hip, fingers tracing small circles across
the inside of your thigh. The other pushes one side of the robe away and cups
your breast, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh.

Eyes flutter shut and your head rolls back onto his chest. You gasp at the
heat emanating from his skin.

"Give in to me." He tilts his head enough to place a quick, chaste kiss
across your lips.

You answer the kiss, body craving a more heated touch, a firm grasp,
something that had been lacking in the three days since you'd last seen him.
You feel the robe being pushed around your hips, baring your backside to his
hungry gaze.

Cold, smooth leather presses against your backside and you sigh. His thighs
push you against the balcony, strong hands grip your hips tightly, holding
them, pressing them against his swelling erection. When he begins to rub the
sizeable bulge against your backside in rhythmic circles, you squeeze your
eyes shut.

"You like this, pet?" He leans over and breathes into your ear, biting at the
lobe before taking it between his lips and suckling. "Do you feel my desire?"
Large hands pull you against his hardness and you feel every confined inch
throbbing against your backside. "How deeply do you want me?" With a sharp
thrust of his hips, he grinds his hardness against you, teasing, drawing
short whimpers from between tightly clenched lips. "Ask me, pet. Beg me."

Flattening his palms across your hips, he slowly slides them up your skin,
tickling with fingertips, pausing to caress your breasts, before sliding the
robe to your shoulders.  Soft lips descend on your neck, kissing lightly,
before licking the pale skin. The rough tongue sends tremors of lust straight
to your groin. He licks along your neck, pausing to nibble at a shoulder
blade before continuing the path of heated fire across the back of your neck.

Your head rolls onto his chest, neck arched to give him freer access. "Yes,
pet. I can feel your lust for me. Your desire." A quick nibble at your chin
dissolves into a deep kiss, tongue delving between quivering lips. Long
fingers slide down your body, one hand steadying the constant rhythm of his
groin against your backside, the other delving between your thighs. "Let's
test how ready you are for me." One long finger dips into your moist cleft,
slipping easily within, only to be joined by another, thumb resting below the
bundle of nerves straining for contact. "Does it excite you that everyone can
see us?" He asks with a growl, tearing his lips from where they so
demandingly taste you. Fingers thrust more deeply, exacting a soft cry. "Yes,
my pet?" Thumb inches closer to your exposed bundle and you arch, striving
for more direct contact. Long fingers spread your wetness around your outer
lips, causing you to whimper from his touch. "Do you want it, my sweet? Tell
me."

You bite your lip, eyes squeezed tight to shut out the bright light and
whimper a quiet, "Yes."

"Good answer, my pet." He murmurs against your skin.

The roughness of his thumb against your sweet bundle sends your body into
tiny spasms. Your breathing heightens and you gasp, arching your hips into
his hand. Slim fingers grasp tightly at the balcony until your knuckles
whiten.

Suddenly, his hands leave you, he backs away, leaving you feeling empty.
Craving his touch, you turn to see him lowering the tight leather pants,
sliding them down just enough to free his firm erection. The cock stands
proudly away from his body as he stares at you. "Bend down and taste it, my
pet. Bare yourself to the passing transports."

Eyes  widen and you toss a nervous look over your shoulder.  The prospect of
passers-by seeing everything was erotic as well as frightening.

"The longer you delay, the longer you will wait to be satisfied." Thin lips
form into an evil grin and you grunt, deciding whether to leave him there
hard on the balcony or do as he asks.

You are tempted to simply leave him there. You can only take so much of the
demanding personality before you rebel. But you couldn't quite bring yourself
to reject him. Your mind could think of nothing else these past three days
except the stunning blue of his eyes, the luxurious taste of his lips and the
promise of what was confined behind the form-fitting leather. You lick your
lips, the need to touch him too great to resist. Bending at the waist, you
lean down and slide a hand along his hip, steadying yourself. With the other
hand you grasp him and stroke slowly from base to tip, content with the hiss
that slips from between tightly pursed lips. When his breathing quickens, you
realize the power he has mistakenly given you. Slowly, you lick the swollen
head, tongue trailing teasingly along the edge.

Large hands tangle in your hair and powerful hips thrust sharply, driving his
cock down the back of your throat. You fight the urge to gag and hold him
tightly, squeezing and fondling the fleshy sac, hardening and rising with
every passing moment.

He stares down at you, watching your mouth, your hands twist along the thick
shaft.

You stare up at him through thick lashes and smile around the head, sliding
it out of your mouth and licking around the rim. Your eyes sparkle as his
head rolls onto his shoulders and sapphire eyes squeeze shut. A few more
twists of your wrist, a few more slow, teasing licks to the sensitive
underside and he is ready.

Suddenly, you find yourself facing the rail of the balcony, hands gripping it
tightly as he positions himself behind you. He spreads your legs and bends
you to the angle just right for his penetration and then your eyes turn wide
as saucers.

One quick thrust and he is buried to the hilt. He groans loud and long at the
tight heat surrounding and gripping his cock.

You whimper and close your eyes tightly, blocking out the sun. His thrusts
are anything but gentle. He rides you hard and you can sense him  staring at
the traffic following its predetermined lanes above. "Thrilling, isn't it? To
know they may be watching you." He grunts, leaning over placing a wet kiss at
the nape of your neck. "Ah, so tight and wet for me, pet. What a treasure
you've hidden from me." He grunts into your ear, breath hot from the heavy
panting.

Powerful, muscular hips crash against your backside, driving you closer to
the edge with each thrust. A long arm snakes around your waist and dips into
the tightness surrounding his thrusting cock. "I'm not a brute, pet. I
satisfy my women."

"That. Is. Still. To. Be. Determined." You murmur with each thrust. His ego
would take over now and be sure to satisfy you before he fulfilled his own
need. You knew men all too well, their ego's often swelled larger than their
cocks. And just as easily, were controlled by well-placed words. You eagerly
meet each thrust, arching sharply, pushing them against his pistoning hips.

Long fingers flick against your aroused flesh and your body tightens and
reels from the touch. The rhythm begin to match each thrust and you realize
that he is working toward a goal. A simultaneous climax. "Good. Luck. DJinn."
You breathe, taunting him, doubting his prowess.

His chest is pressed into your back and you can feel his deep chuckle
reverberate down your spine. "Taunt me, pet. You will regret it."
Thrusts slow, until he is barely moving within you, hands grip your hips,
holding you in place. Leaning over, he breathes hotly into your ear, "You are
Mine."

"I belong to no one, Djinn." You huff, eyes wide with the empty feeling as he
withdraws and steps away. You watch long fingers wrap around the angry red
shaft, stroking slowly, taunting, the swollen head poking out of his tightly
closed fist on each downstroke.  You resist the urge to touch yourself, to
bring a swift and satisfying climax without him. Instead, you stand and watch
the slow strokes, the evil gleam in his eyes as he stares not at his hands,
but at your bare body glistening with sweat. Rivulets slip between your
breasts to slide down your stomach. His eyes follow the droplets as they are
absorbed by the tight curls below.

Piercing blue eyes glance quickly at your reclining chair resting to one
corner and then back at you. "Down." Comes the command and an eyebrow raises
in question.

"You do not own me. Nor do you control me." You growl. Your tolerance for his
demands growing thin.

Until his hands come down on your shoulders and toss you into the cushion
like an inanimate play toy.

You yelp and roll onto your back, glaring as he kneels between your open legs
and grips your hips.

"No!" You hiss, reaching out to slap his face.

A large hand intercepts the flying fist and pins it over your head while the
other tilts your hips to receive his bone jarring thrust.

Your eyes squeeze shut in pain as he thrusts deeply, nearly tearing you with
such a deep and sudden penetration. He was not a small man, and as such
should have learned to be considerate of  that fact where women were
concerned - or even men for that matter.

The seat beneath you creaks and whines beneath the strain of his thrusts.  He
releases your hands, confident in the knowledge that you will remain where
you are with little struggle. He leans back and holds your hips, altering the
angle slightly to provide himself the maximum stimulation.

He thrusts with wild abandon, long mane spilling over his shoulders in a
silken wave, rivulets of sweat slipping down well the defined muscles. Each
thrust is punctuated by a loud grunt and he stares down at your angry face.

You struggle to speak but each jarring thrust brings with it painful
pleasure. As your body stretches to accommodate him, you find yourself
wanting to complete the act.

"Are you through struggling, my pet?" He grits through clenched teeth,
staring down at you with wild eyes.

All you can do is nod, your body tingling from his touch, your mouth unable
to form the words to describe your feelings.

"Mine, pet. Never forget it." He hisses, hips picking up speed as they thrust
toward a final end. "You'll never have better. You'll never have another."

You bite your tongue, refusing to voice a spiteful retort. Your body screams
for release as your muscles tighten, hips arch sharply to meet his final
thrusts. His fingers dip between you, fondling your outer lips, teasing,
before brushing against your sensitive bundle in time with his thrusts.

It doesn't take long before you feel the crest approaching, ready and willing
to fall over the precipice into complete, sated oblivion. He rubs you roughly
as you come, body tightening around his thrusting cock, pulling and demanding
his release. You moan loudly, his fingers not slowing, drawing soft mews from
your lips as you meet him.

Your body tightens as he strokes you, shakes with each pass of a single
fingertip. He grunts his satisfaction and with one last thrust, you feel
liquid warmth burn your insides. His thrusts slow but continue and you
tighten your legs around his hips, milking him for every drop.

"Ahhhh, pet." He  breathes, leaning over to place a tender kiss atop your
forehead. "That was the most wonderful fuck I've had in weeks."

You stare at him and smile, unwrapping your legs from behind his backside and
sitting up. You wrap your arms around his neck, play with strands of damp
hair and lean into him, whispering. "And it is the last fuck you will ever
get out of me." You stand and quickly push his weakened body away. Not having
removed his pants, he stumbles backward and falls to the cold metal floor.

You stand quickly, wrapping the robe tightly around your form and glare at
him. "Get out of my sight, and my life. You are no longer welcome."

You slide the balcony door shut, leaving him glaring at you in disbelief.


END


Tammy

"We have stopped for a moment to encounter each other. To meet, to love,
to share. It is a precious moment, but it is transient. It is a little
parentheses in eternity. If we share with caring, lightheartedness, and
love, we will create abundance and joy for each other, and this moment
will have been worthwhile."

Deepak Chopra, MD