Author: Cerulean Blue (chickadee1013@hotmail.com) oh..anybody who wants this can have it..just let me know where you're sending it so I can come visit...it's the fanfic equivalent of seeing your name in the lights. Also, be gentle! I've read Star Wars fic for ages, just never written any before. Help me out, will ya? READ!
Rating: R or NC-17...lets just say no kiddies, all right? ;)
Characters: Obi-Wan and the author, of course! Heheh...
Category: We-ell, I don't know the "technical" name for it, but I call a fic like this "Insertion Fic", since I inserted myself into the world of the Master Jedi...imagine the connotations. It's seduction, guys.
Status: One of one. This is a PWP, plain and simple. Have to take a break from all that heavy Mytharc XF writing I do.
Disclaimer: Ok, I don't own him, Uncle George. Can I play with him tho? Gotta break in the new whips and chains....
Summary: While training intensely with Obi-Wan, Cerulean Blue gets more than she bargained for.
Author's Note: /hi!/ denotes telepathy
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Cerie swung her green lightsaber around in an intensely difficult kata, waiting on her Master's voice to echo in the empty practice room.
"Cerie," he'd say in his rich, velvety voice, "You're gripping far too tightly. Shift your hands down a touch as well, I declare, you should go into the Healing temple at the rate you're going." Always breathtaking, her Master's voice would be laced with sarcasm.
However, she didn't hear the reprimand. Feeling his presence in the room, she spun around to find him leaning against a pillar in the training room, scribbling copious notes on a datapad.
"Master?" she inquired, voice filled with bewilderment. It wasn't like him to suddenly space out when he was supposed to be watching her routines.
"Oh, sorry Cerie. Damn inventory. How the hell am I supposed to train a Padawan who needs as much assistance as you when I'm doing Makayia's job?" Makayia A'hoote had recently left on a buying trip to purchase new supplies for the Temple on Coruscant. Since Jedi were found all over the galaxy, supervising one of these trips took a lot of time and effort.
"Sorry, Master. May I be excused?" Cerie shied away from her increasingly-tense Master. Not waiting on his reply, she began to gather her things, stuffing them into a Nubian shoulder bag.
"No, actually. I've been rather horrible to you these past few days. None of your fault, of course. No one could ask for a better Padawan, dear Cerie." Obi-Wan's mouth crinkled into a grin. He loved this girl, more than he should, he was afraid.
Ever since he'd been assigned her as his Padawan learner, he'd found himself sneaking glances at her in ways he shouldn't. He saw how her full breasts set off her tiny waist and flared hips to perfection. He definitely noticed the easy sway of those hips as she performed her Jedi exercises. This undeniable attraction to a girl who was completely out of his reach was enough to make him lash out at her, push her harder than he had any other student, except maybe the headstrong Anakin Skywalker.
Cerie blushed. Obi-Wan was staring at her intensely, his wide blue-green eyes, so like her own, scanning her body. /Damn. Why does he decide to do this when I'm in three-year old practice robes and covered in sweat?/ In her flustered state, Cerie had left her mental shields down, her thoughts blaring loudly enough to be heard throughout the entire Temple complex.
/Ceeriiie, sweat-stained or not, you're still beautiful./ Obi-Wan shot back. He rather enjoyed the strong mental relationship he shared with Cerie. It was something he had not experienced with Anakin, who was entirely too wrapped up in finding new ways to make him miserable.
/Massttter, naughty naughty! What would Master Yoda say if he knew you were making eyes at your Padawan?/ Cerie shot him a quirky smile and waited on his parry.
/Something to the effect of, "Have sex with her, you will not. To posess a Padawan is forbidden, hrrmmm?"/
Even in his thoughts, he had a hillarious impersonation of the tiny Jedi master from Degobah. Cerie clutched her side and tried to hold in the intense waves of laughter that wracked her body. Obi-Wan took advantage of her weakened position and hauled her up over his shoulder. Cerie kicked and screamed half-heartedly, but Obi-Wan trudged on, heading back to their flat within the Temple complex.
Once inside the small apartment, Obi-Wan put Cerie on her feet gently and attacked her mouth with a rough, sensous kiss. /No time for foreplay?/ Cerie mused and thrust her tongue into the delicious cavern that was Obi-Wan. He groaned in her thoughts, a feral cry of longing.
/Don't want to waste the time, Padawan. You have much to learn./ He slid his arms into her hair, releasing the honey-streaked brown tresses from their tight bun. He raked his long fingers through her hair, making her wonder what it would be like to have those slender fingers probing another part of her anatomy.
/Heaven...by Gods, it would be heaven./ was Obi-Wan's heated mental response. Even in his thoughts, he'd become clouded by lust. He pulled her thick practice tunic away from her sweat-slicked skin and tossed it into a nearby chair. He kneeled before his Padawan, showing her a side of him she didn't know he posessed. He probed her folds with his soft mouth, alternating tiny nips on her clit with long swirls of his tongue.
Using the Force, he lifted her into mid-air and zoomed her towards his slightly-larger bedroom. He laid her gently on the bed and bound her with the Force while he stripped his tunics off. He shifted atop her, careful to accustom the virgin padawan to his weight.
/Ok, sweetheart?/
/Never better./ she shot back.
"I love you," Obi-Wan whispered, "I just had to voice that aloud before we started."
/Love you/ she echoed within his head.
Obi-Wan shifted his body so that his cock was poised over her slick entrance. With a gentle thrust, he pushed through her virginity and surged into her tight orifice. He waited for the grimace of pain to disappear from her face and then began to move within her. She clawed his back with intensity, begging for him to move faster. Finally, he was in a pace akin to a pod-racer on Tatooine when he felt the tiny quivers of Cerie's body.
/I'mmmm commminnnggggg....BENNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!/ Cerie screamed in his brain, and Obi-Wan decided it was the most seductive call he'd ever heard. He came soon afterward and rolled off her, spent and sticky with their juices.
"Did you call me Ben, love?" Obi-Wan brushed a lock of hair away from Cerie's blue-green eyes.
"Obi-Wan was too much for me to compute, you mind?" Cerie cocked her head towards him.
"Not at all love, not at all."
::Fin::