Title: Stalker
Timeline: tpm
Author: the katte bookkatte@yahoo.com
Characters: darth maul, female
Category: seduction
Status: 1/?
Disclaimer: I am using places and Characters and bits of a story line
belonging to George Lucas (a.k.a. god of the sw universe) the
creativity belongs to me. I make no money for this story I write for
thy entertainment.
Summary: a dark night and someone is following......
(Please excuse in advance any misspellings or typos as I have no
spellchecker on this dumb program)



Stalker


      It was dark tonight. The stars were clouded over and not even
the moon could break through. I walked briskly along the street. I
kept looking over my shoulder. Someone was there. I knew there was.
There! That was an extra shadow wasn't it? I caught my breath in a
gasp as a cat ran across the street.


      I walked swiftly on as I recalled the past few days. I had
found the rose first. It had been lying still, perfection and deepest
red, on my desk. No one had been able to recall who had left it. It
had been a curious mystery but I had taken it home anyway. It now sat
in a vase beside my bed. The scent of it is what I blaim for the
dreams I had that night.


      Next had been the email with no traceable return. The only
thing it had said was one line. I had caught my breath and looked
around frantically. No one could say who had sent that either. "I
want you."


      The next day I found a scented note in my coat pocket before
I left for home. The poetry in it was explicite, and yet beautiful in
that true form of art labeled erotic. It made me shiver and I did not
know if it was from fear or desire. Somehow, I think it was both.


      Today, I had found a beautifully wrapped present in my car.
The paper was thick and expensive. The red and black absolute colors
almost made me not touch it. Red and black are for danger are they
not? I opened it anyway. The neglige was black lace and red satin
with ribbons of both colors streaming down in just the right way. I
loved it. I hated it. Who had sent it?


      Now, I was walking home from a quick trip to a friend's house
to drop off something and she had not even been home. I was going
home to an empty house from an empty house. The dark streets and the
clouded sky mad me so nervous I was almost panicky. Someone was
watching me. I could feel it. I was being stalked.


      I turned a corner and heard a sound. I spun around and
slammed into a hard chest. I gasped and a scream caught in my throat.
He growled and captured my mouth in a hard, passionate, melt your
bones erotic kiss. His hands threaded through my hair and he pinned
me to the wall with his muscled body. When I tried to pushed him
away, or touch him as well, I dont know which, he took my wrists and
held them over my head. Meanwhile he kept kissing me over and over
with a style that made me loose all thought of everything.


      I was terrified. I was arroused. I was certain this was him,
the one who wanted me. I couldn't think. I couldn't act. I soon lost
all will to fight. I wanted him as well. I had wanted him from the
first time I had seen him on the big screen. His horns and tattoos,
his agility and grace, they all attracted me. I wanted him as much as
he wanted me.


      His hands slid down my wrists and inner arms. His kisses
never stopped. I moaned into his mouth. His hands traveled every
curve of my body. I wanted. I needed. I realized I knew his every
thought and they became my own. I didn't care. I knew what sith were
capable of. I didn't care. He leaned back for a moment and our
breaths mingled in harsh gasps.


      "I want you."


      His voice was silk slipping over me. "Then take me."


      He picked me up and carried me into the door that had been
only a few feet away.

      I was in my own apartment, yet I was not the one in control.
I was carried into my bedroom and tossed on the bed. His eyes blazed
in a fire of desire and I shivered. I licked dry lips with a paper
tongue. He began to disrobe, slowly, deliberately.


      In a moment he was naked and my eyes could travel his tattoos
that followed his entire body. They glowed slightly and I knew he was
using the force to keep me subjugated.  I didn't care. I wanted him
too. In my innermost subconscious I had wanted him since I had first
seen his cat-like grace on the silver screen. The weak Jedi kept most
everyone fascinated and fantasizing. I had even done some of my own.
I still had had my doubts as to whether little Obi and hippie Qui-Gon
were capable of seduction. Never once had I doubted that Darth Maul
would take a woman he wanted and fuck her.


      His hands slid over my body. My clothing seemed to melt away.
I reached out to touch his horned head. A phantom hand stopped me.
His physical hands balled up the last bits of my clothing and tossed
them in a corner. My breath caught and my eyes devoured the sight of
him bending over me. I wanted him. I wanted this. "Please?"


      Maul sat back a moment. His silent stare should have unnerved
me, but I was not the one in control of my reactions.  He smiled
predatorily and I knew he had realized what he was doing to me. He
also knew I didn't care. That seemed to please him. His voice was
velvet. "Kiss me then, if that is your wish."


      He didn't have to tell me twice. I pounced on him, knocking
him back on the bed. He laughed and I seized the opportunity to
thrust my tongue into his open mouth. His laughter turned to an
intimate purr as his arms closed around me. The kiss was long, slow,
and thorough. My legs slide along his. I could feel his arousal
pressing into my belly. I arched my back a bit to feel the glide of
his chest against my breasts.


His hands slid into my hair and he took over the kiss. It turned
hard, and demanding. Phantom hands caressed me everywhere and I was
reminded of the music video I had seen once. The woman in the video
had lain on a silk shrouded bed and women had run their hands over
her body continuously at the puppet master's command. When the woman
had opened her eyes, it had all disappeared, all but the master that
is.


He flipped me over. I lost my breath as he pounced me this time. His
face was an inch from mine and his expression was a perfectly
devastating smile. I was reminded of a cat that had caught a fat
delicious mouse. I had to smile back. I loved cats and it seemed that
perhaps I was destined to love this one too.


He suddenly lost the smile. "I am not a cat. You will not love me
that way."


Maul kissed me fiercely and stole my thoughts. His hand cupped my
curls and his knees separated my legs. His fingers thrust into my
depths and a moan escaped from my lips into his conquering ones. He
leaned back and his smooth voice was a little shaky. "You will learn
to love me this way."


I mutely nodded. I was completely his at this moment. He kissed me
again. I curled my arms around his lithe body. Our bodies melted into
each other. His hands moved over my body, sensitizing me to his every
touch. He shifted a bit and I could feel him at my entrance. I tried
to welcome him in verbally, but my voice was silenced by his kiss.
His next move was to fill me completely.


He lifted his head to burn me with his gaze. The vivid fire of his
eyes hypnotized me. The slow burn of his weapon sheathed inside me
made me feel the creep of Shakespeare's death. We took our places and
took the first step of the age-old waltz.


Our dance tangled us in the sheets. The black satin slide over our
bodies and captured us in a tight hold. We didn't care. Sweat slipped
over our bodies and dampened the sheets. I could feel every inch of
him pounding into me in a steady rhythm. His tongue twined with mine
and his mouth captured my screams and moans.


My nails scraped over his back and left new red streaks. He sucked in
a sharp breath and clenched his teeth against the pain. When he
reopened them, he seemed to have new fuel for his desire. His kisses
turned savage and I felt the pain I had inflicted on him measured
back on me in torturous pleasure. His teeth bit into my neck like a
vampire. His grip on my hair yanked my head back to give him more
area to nibble.


He completely overwhelmed me. I felt defeated and yet when I heard
him growl, I knew I was the most powerful woman born. I held him in
my arms at this moment and no one else did. He was mine and I was
his. We were participants in a physical battle that we would both win.


The cliff's edge in sight, we hurtled over it. We fell in blissful
surrender at the same moment. Climatic spasms engulfed us both and
made the rest of the world disappear. Explosions rocked my body and I
could feel the answering ones in him. I was filled with his seed as
my walls milked him dry.


It was a slow return to what was left of my sanity. I opened my eyes
to realize what had happened in truth. My stalker had used my latent
desires for him to storm my fortress. He had succumbed to sleep and I
lay held in his arms like a cherished toy. I was no longer held
enthralled by his mind powers.


Somehow I was able to escape the tangle of limbs and sheets without
waking him. I tiptoed out of the room and found my comfort spot in
the warm confines of my armchair. I hugged my knees to my chest and a
tear slipped over my cheek. I hid my face in my arms and sobbed out
my heart's pain. I had been used, and badly.


A gentle hand stroking my hair made me jerk backwards. I opened wide
eyes even wider when I saw who it was. It was not the sith lord I had
left asleep in my bed. It was the gentle face of Qui-Gon Jinn that
the sweet light of early dawn touched through the glass of my window.
I looked over his shoulder and saw the form of Obi Wan Kenobi on
guard with light saber in hand looking towards my bedroom.

{ Somehow I was able to escape the tangle of limbs and sheets without
waking him. I tiptoed out of the room and found my comfort spot in
the warm confines of my armchair. I hugged my knees to my chest and a
tear slipped over my cheek. I hid my face in my arms and sobbed out
my heart's pain. I had been used, and badly.


A gentle hand stroking my hair made me jerk backwards. I opened wide
eyes even wider when I saw who it was. It was not the sith lord I had
left asleep in my bed. It was the gentle face of Qui-Gon Jinn that
the sweet light of early dawn touched through the glass of my window.
I looked over his shoulder and saw the form of Obi Wan Kenobi on
guard with light saber in hand looking towards my bedroom.}




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Qui Gon spoke first. "Are you all right?"



I mutely nodded. I watched with a spark of fear the way that Obi Wan
was guarding the doorway. Obi Wan sensed my fear and turned around.
He disengaged the lightsaber and came to kneel at my side as well.
His voice was a smooth accented purr. "Please, do not fear me. There
is nothing that could hurt me more than that."



I pulled back away from them both. "How- What- what are you doing
here?"



Qui-Gon gave Obi Wan a stern look. Obi Wan actually blushed a bit. He
looked at me but could not meet my eyes as he mumbled something. Qui-
Gon smacked the back of his head and Obi Wan glared at him. He turned
and met my eyes, rubbing the back of his head. His words were louder
now, but still an attempt to mumble. "I am your secret admirer. Darth
Maul is trying to steal you from me before I can even introduce
myself."





/…He is trying to steal you from me before I even have a chance to
meet you. /


I blinked. Once, twice, I even blinked thrice. The delectable, and
thoroughly perfect candidate for debauchery, Obi Wan Kenobi, wanted…
me? How surprising, how insane, how perfectly repulsive under the
light of the new dawn this was.


I surprised myself with this new revelation. I didn't want him to
desire me? Just last week I had created a fan fiction work just for
him. Now this moment I could not care less that the man I had thought
the greatest stud muffin wanted me. What did I want then, I wondered?


I refocused into the eyes of Qui-Gon Jinn. His eyes were kind and
full of an entire wealth of understanding. I wish my father had had
those eyes. He smiled a little and I knew he had caught my thought.
He kissed my forehead. "Come daughter, it is time to face the final
choice."


He stood and held out his hand to me. Obi Wan looked like he wanted
to protest but a speaking glance from Qui-Gon had him keeping his
silence. I took Qui-Gon's hand and he led me to the bedroom.


As we entered my face flamed up in a telling blush. Darth Maul lay
sleeping on the bed, and the entire room was pungent with the night's
loving. I picked up the blanket on the floor and threw it over Maul's
hips. I turned to see Qui Gon opening a window to let in some fresh
air. We both turned back to the bed to see Obi Wan had his light
saber aimed at Maul. Maul was awake and silently daring him to use
it.


"Down Boy!" I shouted. Qui Gon simply gave them both an exasperated
look. "Will you two behave? I swear I am NEVER going against the
council to have TWO padawans again!"


I turned my look of abuse and horror on Qui Gon. "What do you mean?"


He shrugged. "Unlike that movie of yours, Maul actually was impressed
enough by our fighting defense to give up and turn good. I took him
on along with Obi Wan. I have no clue who that little child Anakin is
supposed to be, and as you can see Obi Wan here may need centuries of
training yet."


Obi Wan had the grace to blush. Maul smirked and snickered. A stern
look from Qui Gon and they both sobered up. I, however, was in
shock. "Great, just great. I am not only used and abused, I am the
subject of a school boy rivalry!"


All three men stared at me and I ignored their looks and sounds of
protests. I was flipping and I was NOT going to stop until I had
vented my entire spleen. "Not one of you care what the hell I might
feel about one damned iota of this. Who the hell ever said I would
enjoy having my wits terrified by a stalker and THAT'S what you are
MAUL. I don't care WHAT you thought you were doing. Obi Wan what the
hell kind of secret admirer does not have the guts to make his own
deliveries or leave some kind of hints? And WHO the hell said I
WANTED a damned secret admirer ANY FUCKING WAY? Well you know what I
think you should do? Pucker up those ruby red lips and KISS MY ASS!"


I ranted and raved for about an hour using every single expletive and
curse in my vocabulary. I had them all three watching me like
housewives would a scintillating episode of a soap opera. Qui Gon
reminded me of a befuddled hippie gone stoned and watching purple
frogs leaping on the backs of pink elephants. Obi Wan looked like he
was in shock and at one point Maul reached over to close his hanging
jaw. Maul was watching me grinning like a banshee and seemed to be
keeping tally of how many times I insulted each of them. I paused for
breath and he told Obi he was up by three and I went off on Maul
specifically for about 15 minutes until he was wincing with each word
from my lips.


My final bit of fury was a resounding slap to each of their cheeks.
Qui Gon simply stood and left without a word. Obi Wan tried to
stammer out an apology so I slapped the bastard again. I watched them
stalk in high insulted dungeon out the door. I was still watching
them leave when I remembered Maul was still here. I spun around to
find that he was finally fully dressed and ready to leave me in
peace. He advanced on me in such a way that made me tremble somewhere
deep inside. Outwardly I remained without expression and angry. I
watched him leery of his intentions. He stopped an inch from my face
and suddenly smiled.  He turned and left. At the door he looked back
one last time. I stood there stoically…. And it appears stupidly. He
reached out with the force to yank me hard against that perfect
physique and kiss me senseless.


The sound of the front door slamming closed recalled me to my senses
moments later. I was alone. I turned to my bed and quietly changed
the sheets. I picked up the remnants of my clothing from last night.
I looked around cleaning and straightening until there was not one
trace of those damned men left in my home. I didn't even keep any of
the things given to me by them.


Finally I stood in my bedroom alone and most likely forgotten. My
shattered spirit was finally allowed to slip out as I stumbled to my
bed and hugged my teddy bear. I cried and sobbed for the second time
in twenty-four hours. Only this time I knew I had been used it was
not just a feeling. I called up my work place and told them I would
not be in. I talked for about an hour to my boss and she gave me a
week off. I lay in bed all day and alternately cried and slept. I
finally just somehow cried myself out and stared with unseeing eyes
at nothing.


Why was I like this? They could not mean anything to me; I had just
met the louses. This feeling of abandonment and being used and
horrible worthlessness would pass. Wouldn't it?


Dark fell and I was breathing with shuddering gasps and trying to
hold back more tears. I continued to lay there unmoving, and
uncaring. I finally moved, but only to bury my face into the pillow
to cry some more. I was crying again without surcease when a
comforting hand fell upon my hair and another hand tried to pull me
close to a masculine body. I yanked back and tried to stare into the
darkness but saw nothing. I closed my eyes and buried my head again.
Arms closed around me and held me tight. This time I allowed it and
cried my heart out against the man's chest. I cried until I finally
cried myself to sleep.



Dawn was breaking with strands of glorious pinks and peaches in the
sky. I opened my eyes and looked into glorious reds and golds. I
almost jerked away. I didn't only because I was shocked that Darth
Maul was in a tee shirt and jeans. He smiled at me and pulled a
redder than red rose from a bud vase that was sitting on a tray
filled with breakfast foods. He ran the petals down my cheek and over
my lips. Then he leaned forward and kissed me light as a butterfly's
wing.


"What are you doing here?"


Maul looked away for a minute then looked back at me with that self-
assured sweet as sin smile. I rolled my eyes and rolled to get out of
bed. His hand grabbed my wrist in a lightning move. I looked back
into his eyes annoyed and froze. His face was no longer posing or
anything but absolutely human.


"I am here because there is no where else in this universe I would
rather be. If you send me away I will most likely die of loneliness.
You are all I need." He smiled self depreciatingly. "Besides, I
decked Kenobi and told Jinn to take the entire Lucas universe and
burn it like trash. They kinda told me they didn't want me anywhere
within the same light year as them. All I am is the humanoid laying
here in your bed. I am not a sith, not a jedi, not even an alien. I
am only a tattooed male who loves you.


"I admit that I intended only to pull some kind of prank on that
pompous ass Kenobi. Somewhere along the way of watching you and
learning how you breath in your sleep, learning how you walk,
learning how…" He lifted the fork on the tray and speared a bite of
scrambled egg and fed it to me. "Learning how you like your eggs
even, I learned something else." He leaned forward and kissed me
again with that butterfly touch. "I learned how to love you."


I was struck silent. This time there was no mind whammy or
desperation. There was only a man trying to prove his love for a
woman. He fed me the breakfast and later read to me from my favorite
book of poetry as I took a long hot bubble bath that he had poured
me. The entire day was filled with tiny things that no man had ever
taken the time to notice I liked. No ice in my drinks, ranch dressing
instead of ketchup for my fries, a fuzzy blanket covering me as I
watched a Gargoyles cartoon, a brush running through my hair as I
fell into a nice soothing nap, a video of City of Angels waiting to
be watched when I woke up; little things like that all through the
day.


That night, he slowly undressed me and redressed me in the red and
black lingerie I had thought Kenobi had bought. He saw my surprise
and said, "No, my love, this was the one thing from me. If you
notice, even that damned poetry is unoriginal. Kenobi has no
imagination and he is not enough of a man to please you." His voice
became low and sensual. "I am the only man capable of loving you the
way you have dreamed of being loved. Forgive me but I watched your
dreams that night."


I gasped and he immediately took my lips in a kiss of utter
possession. His hand came up to play with the red and black ribbons
draping over my body. I was lain back against the satin covered
pillows and he slowly seared my body with his branding kiss over
every inch of skin. I was soon gasping out his name and reaching for
him. He kept just out of reach as he continued to apply his touch and
tongue to slither over my thighs, navel, and body in an ever
increasingly smaller circle. His gaze locked to mine as his fingers
found the easy access opening in the crotch. My tongue darted out to
lick my lips and I flinched involuntarily with each of the three
snaps coming undone.


He continued to keep his gaze locked on mine as he lowered his head
to slide his tongue deep within my folds. My eyes turned a deeper
color and a sigh of pleasure slipped out of my lips. His talented
teasing soon had me moaning and murmuring muted words of
encouragement to him. He opened up my clit and nibbled gently upon
it. He thrust his tongue inside me in alternating turns with his
nimble fingers. Every touch, every lick, nibble, and thrust of
tongue, teeth, and titillating touch was designed to push me over the
edge of climax's cliff.


I surrendered to him with explosive shudders that wracked my body and
pulled me into a waterfall of insanity. I trembled and cried out
Maul's name over and over as he prolonged my pleasure. I was starting
to breathe normally and beginning to return to my own self when he
moved up to play lazily with the strap pulling it slowly down and
taking a nipple into his mouth for a moment before sitting up and
doing the same to the other side. I looked at him through glazed eyes
and smiled beatifically at him. He smiled back and kissed my lips. I
could still taste a hint of myself on him.


"I love you. My only wish is that you could learn to love me as well.
I have abandoned everything in the smallest chance of a hope that you
could."


I reached up and touched his face. I outlined his every feature with
a single finger. I whispered in a shaky voice. "I already do and
always have even before I knew your name and before I knew you or I
existed. Don't ask me how. I do not know."


His eyes closed on a sigh and a smile was on his lips when he
reopened them with a joyous look. "You do not have to explain my
beloved. I already know. I already know."


Maul stood and stripped of every bit of his clothing. Then he lay his
body carefully on top of mine. It was a coming home for us both. I
opened up my body, my heart and my very soul to be possessed by him
and rejoiced as he did the same. We kissed long, long, and long. It
continued past the moment he found my entrance and beyond the moment
he pressed inside to claim my body with his, beyond the point of my
surrender to his intimate touch and the beginning of the dance. We
kissed in a continuous melding of our lips and bodies, throwing every
bit of our love into the joining. Our bodies danced together in
thrusts and parries, writhing perfectly into the dawn.


I can not explain what happened then as we took our pleasure of each
other and he buried his seed deep within me. The total completion of
two souls joyfully playing into the hands of God and becoming one in
His sight, it is beyond words. To those who know of what I speak,
they do not need more than a shared smile. To those who have not yet
had the pleasure, there are no words to give you understanding. All I
can say as I end this is, we were one forever and always until the
end of time and beyond.