Title: ABH,  The Thief  1/?
Author:  Dorotea
Disclaimer:  I don't own Obi-Wan or Qui-Gon and not only am I not making any
money, I don't have  any money.
Rating:  NC-17
Summary:  Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon and a female thief.
Warning:  This contains a slight bit of slash, if that bothers you, turn back
now and hit the delete key.
Archive:  Yes
Feedback:  DSenjak@aol.com

The Thief 1/?


You are stretched out on the sleep sofa, your head resting on Qui-Gon's hard
thigh.  Your feet are pressed against the outside of Obi-Wan's thigh.  He is
currently doing an exercise, using the Force to juggle several crystal vases
in the air above the sofa.  Qui-Gon is writing a report for the Council about
their last mission.  You were getting annoyed that he wasn't paying any
attention to you.  You had cut your own business trip short just to come back
to see him, he could at least shower you with attention.  You hated him
thinking he was that important to you. 

You smile to yourself and slide your foot over the top of Obi-Wan's thigh. 
His eyes dart to your foot for a second, but he is not distracted from his
exercise.  Time to really test his concentration.  You let your bare toes
travel over the bulge between his legs, lifting your knees to display your
bare legs under your skirt.  Obi-Wan gulps, his eyes shifting to your foot. 
You can feel his arousal grow under the gentle ministrations of your foot. 
He throws you glare, still keeping the vases floating in the air.  You just
grin at him, spreading your legs slightly. 

Qui-Gon, who's attention has not wavered from the data pad, clears his
throat.  "Thief, what are doing?"  He asks in his baritone voice.

"Testing your padawan's concentration," you answer with a grin, your foot
still gliding over Obi-Wan's now engorged cock.  "And I'm not a thief, I am
an antiquities and art dealer."

"Which you acquire by whatever means necessary," Obi-Wan interjects as he
pushes your foot away. 

"Hrumph," you respond.  "At least I don't waste my time making them float
through the air."

Obi-Wan doesn't speak, but makes the vases spin quickly through the air as he
has them circle the room.

You sit up and scoot onto Qui-Gon's lap.  "Your apprentice is a showoff."

Qui-Gon glances down at you.  "So are you, thief," he says, his hand stroking
your leg. 

"True," you smirk, hiking your skirt up higher to display your shapely legs. 
"Do you think he is trying to impress me?"  You look at Obi-Wan seductively. 
"Do you think he wants to make love to me?" You know for a fact that he does
want you. You run your hand up your thigh, further lifting your skirt, and
slide your fingers between your folds.  "Slide his cock inside of me?"

The vases crash to the floor, shattering and covering the floor with jagged
pieces of crystal.  Qui-Gon stifles a chuckle and attempts to glare sternly
at you.  Obi-Wan shakes his head and buries his face in his hands.  You pull
back down your skirt, smooth it and smile innocently. "Need to work on your
concentration a little bit, padawan."

Obi-Wan glowers at you as he rises to clean up the broken glass.  You turn
look up at Qui-Gon expectantly.  He shakes his head at you, lightly tapping
you over the head with his data pad.  "I take it you're bored?"

You smirk.  "What gave it away?"  You ask, taking his data pad from him and
tossing it over your shoulder.  It hits Obi-Wan in the middle of the back.

"Ouch!"  Obi-Wan exclaims, still sweeping up the glass.

You look over your shoulder at him.  "By the way you owe me quite a few
credits for the vases, Jedi."

"It was your fault I dropped them!"  Obi-Wan protests, scooping the last of
the pieces up. 

"No, it wasn't, padawan," Qui-Gon says firmly, as he slides his hand up your
skirt.  "You should be able to maintain your focus no matter what the
distractions are.  Maybe you should try again."

"Not with any of my things!"  You protest.  "I know Obi-Wan doesn't have any
money to pay for the ones he already broke."

Obi-Wan disposes of the shattered remains of the vases and stalks over to the
sofa.  "Maybe you can just steal more."

You frown at Obi-Wan, then smile widely.  "Maybe you could give blow-jobs in
a sex club to raise the funds to replace them," you respond to Obi-Wan,
grabbing his belt with one hand and stroking his bulge with your other. 

A small moan escapes Obi-Wan's throat and you unclasp his belt, letting it
drop to the floor.  You spread open his tunics, your hands roaming over his
well-muscled abdomen. Hot, hard and beautiful.  He shrugs off the tunics and
takes a step closer to you.  Your hands slide down to his waistband, reaching
inside to untie his leggings.  They fall to the ground and he steps out of
them, kicking them to the side.  You smile at the sight of his engorged cock
standing proudly out from his coarse golden hair and your hand reaches out
and circles his shaft with a light touch.

Qui-Gon's hand moves further up your leg, his fingers finding your wet folds.
"I think he likes that, are ready to do more than let him watch us?" 

You chuckle softly, still stroking Obi-Wan.  He had watched you with Qui-Gon
before, but you had never touched him before.  You had been resistant to the
idea of him watching for a long time, but now you had to admit you liked it.
It had started with just allowing him to watch kissing and petting and then
moved on to oral sex and just over the last couple of months to him watching
everything.  It was very arousing, knowing he was watching his Master fuck
you, knowing he wanted to be inside of you.  You did want him too, but you
were nervous about how it would effect your relationship with Qui-Gon.
Sometimes Qui-Gon would take pity and stroke him to climax, but usually he
was left to his own devices.  

"I don't know yet.  I want him to prove how good his concentration is.  I
want him to watch us while doing his training exercises, this time without
breaking anything," you say in a teasing tone. 

Qui-Gon chuckles, his fingers still deftly stroking you, making you ache for
more contact.  "If he does that, will you let him come in here?"  He asks,
sliding two fingers into your opening.

You let out a small moan of pleasure as his large digits thrust into your
wetness.  "Do you really want him to?"  You had been Qui-Gon's lover for two
years and he had never been especially jealous, only concerned about some of
the seedier characters you associated with, but you hadn't had sex with
anyone else.  You certainly wouldn't to watch him have sex with another
woman, you felt a twinge of jealousy when he touched Obi-Wan.  Qui-Gon has
said many times he wanted to watch Obi-Wan make love to you, but you wanted
him to be sure that it was what he wanted.

"Yes, but only if you want him.  Do you want him?" 

You lean over and run your tongue up Obi-Wan's shaft, causing the young man
to shudder slightly.  "I do -- if he can prove himself worthy."

Qui-Gon smirks, his fingers thrusting harder into you. "Good, because I want
to watch him take you...push his cock into you...your hips arching to meet
his...you still dripping with my come...writhing beneath him...moaning as his
cock hits your sensitive nerves...climaxing with him."

You moan as your hips rock against his hand, the pleasure building in your
body.  Obi-Wan's breathing has quickened and his arousal has grown watching
Qui-Gon stroke you and at hearing his words.  You take your hand away from
Obi-Wan's cock, afraid he will come if you continue stroking him. 

Qui-Gon's hand pounds into you, hitting your pleasure zone repeatedly.  You
cry out as your climax explodes inside of you, sending waves of ecstasy
through you.  You collapse against Qui-Gon's chest and he pulls his hand
away.  You can feel his arousal beneath you.  "Mmm...that was a good start,"
you say breathlessly.

You glance over at Obi-Wan, who is now stroking his own shaft.  "No, no," you
snap, slapping his hand.  "You can't touch yourself."

Obi-Wan arches his brows and gives you lopsided grin.  "Are you going to
touch me?"

You scoot off Qui-Gon's lap and stand.  You walk across the room and pick up
three figurines from a shelf.  You had given Qui-Gon one for each year you
had been together. Each statue showed a man and a woman in a different sexual
position.  You hold them out to Obi-Wan.  "If you can keep these floating
around above your head while watching Qui-Gon and I make love, I might
consider touching you." 

"Might?" He asks, taking the figurines from you.

"Might," you repeat with a grin.  "And you can't climax while watching or
touch yourself.  Can you do that, padawan?"

Obi-Wan's blue-green eyes sparkle and he smiles confidently.  "Yes," he
answers, throwing the figurines up in the air one at a time, keeping them
suspended above his head.

"Good boy," you smirk, giving him a quick kiss on the cleft in his chin. 
"Because if you break those you're going to owe me a lot more than credits." 

Before Obi-Wan has a chance to respond, Qui-Gon grabs your arms and spins you
around.  While you were fetching the figurines he had undressed, revealing
his substantial, hard body.  You shiver as he pulls you closer, his lips
claiming yours in a demanding kiss.  His tongue thrusts into your mouth as
his hands travel under your blouse to roughly massage your breasts. 

He releases your mouth and slowly pulls it over your head, his hands
caressing you.  He unfastens your skirt and you step out of it and sit down
on the edge of the sofa, spreading your legs.  Qui-Gon kneels between your
legs, his rough fingertips travel the length of your body, not leaving a
centimeter untouched.  Your body writhes beneath his touch, your senses
aflame with desire.  You head falls back and you gasp as his mouth nips at
your sensitive inner thigh.  He brushes his beard against your thigh,
tickling you as he moves to your center.  He places his large hands flat
against your thighs and roughly pushes them farther apart.  His mouth dives
into you, his tongue forcefully licking up your juices.

You arch your back, excited by Qui-Gon's tongue delving into your folds.  You
open your eyes and glance at Obi-Wan.  The statues are still afloat, but
Obi-Wan has an almost pained expression on his face.  His large cock is fully
erect and his hands are curled up in fists at his sides.  His breathing is
ragged as he is aroused by watching his Master's head bobbing between your
thighs.  You grin, wondering how long he will last. 

Qui-Gon glides a calloused thumb over your clit, causing you to gasp and buck
your hips.  His tongue plunges inside of you as he continues to stimulate
your throbbing clitoris as well.  You continue to rock your hips into his
face, gasping, "I want your cock now, please."  You have to have him inside
of you now.

You hear Obi-Wan let out a whimper as he struggles to maintain his control. 
Qui-Gon moves up from your center, kissing your stomach on his way to your
breasts.  His fingers circle one nipple, while his tongue licks the other
hard nub.  He takes the nipple into his mouth, suckling it while his palm
works the other one.  You reach down and stroke his engorged, massive cock. 
Your hand caresses up and down the length of his cock.  "Would you like me to
stroke your cock, Obi-Wan?"  You ask seductively.

Obi-Wan groans and reaches to stroke his own cock, his hand quickly dropping
back to his side when you give him warning look.  "Yes," he moans, "I want
you to stroke it and then I want to bury it deep inside of you."

Qui-Gon chuckles and grasps your arms, pushing them back and pinning you to
the back of the sofa.  He positions his cock at your opening.  "Like this,
padawan?"  Qui-Gon asks as he thrusts his cock into you.

You and Obi-Wan both moan loudly as Qui-Gon pistons his cock deep and hard
into you.  You wrap your legs around his hips as he pounds into you, his size
stretching and filling you to your limit.  His cock contacts with your
sensitive nerve endings, sending a rush of white-heat through you.  Your hips
rock off the sofa as he releases your arms and buries his face in your neck. 
You grip his massive shoulders, your nails digging into his flesh as he
begins to thrust more frantically into you. 

Qui-Gon grabs your hips, his hands bruising you as the two of you continue
move at a rapid pace.  "Harder, make it hurt," you gasp. 

Qui-Gon grunts and violently thrusts, his cock scraping against your walls. 
You scream out as your climax rips through your body.  Your muscles tighten
and close in around his shaft as the release shoots through you.  You release
his shoulders and collapse against the back of the sofa.  Qui-Gon comes hard,
his body frantically slamming into yours as he fills you with his seed. 

You look up at Obi-Wan while Qui-Gon's body is still spasming between your
legs.  Obi-Wan is still keeping the figurines afloat, but is stroking his
length.  He leers at you as Qui-Gon releases your hips and withdraws from
you, he moves to sit next to you on the sofa, putting an arm around you.

You sit up and motion for Obi-Wan to come closer.  Obi-Wan moves in front of
you, his hand still stroking his cock.  "You weren't supposed to touch
yourself," you scold, pushing his hand away, replacing it with your own. 
"But, the figurines are still unbroken, so I'm slightly impressed."

Obi-Wan grins.  "Only slightly impressed?"  He asks.

You chuckle as your hand slides up and down his shaft.  You flick your tongue
out the tip of his cock, tasting his pre-come.  "Keep them up."

Obi-Wan moans.  "For how long?" 

"As long as I say," you answer.  You glance at Qui-Gon who is watching you
with dark eyes.  You smile at him and he returns the smile.  You then take
Obi-Wan's cock into your mouth, your tongue circling it as you relax your
throat muscles, taking the entire length in.  Your hand reaches under and
softly strokes his sac, while your other hand grabs his hip. 

Obi-Wan groans and his hips buck.  You suck harder and suddenly the figurines
begin to fall.  Qui-Gon catches them with the Force and you release Obi-Wan's
cock from your mouth.  The figurines float slowly to the floor, landing
without harm. 

"Not worthy," you say, moving away from Obi-Wan. 

Obi-Wan moans in protest, looking to his Master.  "Master," he pleads.

Qui-Gon reaches for Obi-Wan, placing one hand on Obi-Wan's hip and stroking
his cock with his other hand.  Obi-Wan's head falls back and he moans, his
hips bucking as his Master strokes his cock faster. 

You frown, jealousy rising in you, even as you are aroused by the sight.  You
decide that Obi-Wan doesn't need his Master's attention tonight though.  You
reach for Qui-Gon's arm.  "No," you say, "let him take care of himself, I
want your hands on me."

Qui-Gon gives an apologetic smile to Obi-Wan and releases his cock,
obediently taking you into his arms.  Obi-Wan replaces Qui-Gon's hand with
his own, stroking himself to climax quickly.  His liquid shoots out,
splattering across his stomach and hand.  He sinks down into the sofa next to
you and wipes himself clean with his tunic.  "You know," Obi-Wan says to you
with a grin, "it would be much neater if you would let me come inside of you."

You lean back against Qui-Gon's chest and stretch your bare legs out across
Obi-Wan's.  "You know, you could find your own lover," you smirk. 

"But I enjoy sharing," Qui-Gon says, his hands slowly caressing you as he
leans down to kiss your neck.

You nod.  You had never been much for sharing what was yours, but as Obi-Wan
moves to position himself between your legs, slowly working his way to your
center with soft kisses, you decide that being shared might be fun. 

Thief 2/?


****You lean back against Qui-Gon's chest and stretch your bare legs out
across Obi-Wan's.  "You know, you could find your own lover," you smirk. 

"But I enjoy sharing," Qui-Gon says, his hands slowly caressing you as he
leans down to kiss your neck.

You nod.  You had never been much for sharing what was yours, but as Obi-Wan
moves to position himself between your legs, slowly working his way to your
center with soft kisses, you decide that being shared might be fun. *****

You spread your legs wider, allowing Obi-Wan easier access as his mouth
travels up your thigh.  He reaches your center and his tongue flicks out at
your clitoris, teasing you.  You lie back across Qui-Gon's legs, his hands
fondling your breasts.  Qui-Gon lustfully stares as Obi-Wan's tongue laps at
your wetness, deftly maneuvering between your folds.  You arch your back and
thrust your pelvis into Obi-Wan's face.  His tongue slides inside of you and
tingles spread throughout your body as he probes you deeply.

You feel Qui-Gon's shaft grow hard against your back as you writhe into
Obi-Wan's face. It feels strange to have Qui-Gon watching as another man
pleasures you, but it is exciting and arousing. Obi-Wan's tongue snakes
between your inner lips then flicks up to stimulate your clitoris.  He sucks,
licks and nips energetically and you gasp as the pleasure explodes inside of
you.  Your body shudders and your thighs tighten around Obi-Wan's face as he
savors your juices.  You body goes limp and Obi-Wan rises, kneeling between
your legs.  In a move that you can't help feel a bit jealous over, he leans
over and presses his lips to Qui-Gon's, sharing your taste with his Master. 
Qui-Gon jerks in surprise, but then returns Obi-Wan's kiss.   

Once you have recovered enough, you scoot backwards onto Qui-Gon's lap. 
Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan are still kissing deeply and you press a kiss onto
Qui-Gon's cheek. You don't like them kissing, you had never seen them kiss
this passionately before and you wondered if they hadn't done it before this
or if they just hadn't done it in front of you. A part of you wants to pull
Obi-Wan away from your lover, but you are intrigued and excited watching them
kiss so passionately.  You move to straddle Qui-Gon's thick legs and begin
stroking his cock with one hand.  Qui-Gon takes your other hand and places it
on Obi-Wan's engorged cock.  Obi-Wan moans into his Master's mouth as you
begin to stroke him as well. Obi-Wan's hips thrust toward you and you lean
your head to his ear, first flicking your tongue inside of it, then
whispering, "Take your tongue out of MY lover's mouth now, or I'll never let
you touch me again."

Obi-Wan tears himself away from Qui-Gon's lips and captures yours, his tongue
pushing into your mouth impatiently.  Not exactly what you had wanted, but
better than having him kiss Qui-Gon.  You battle his tongue with your own
while you release Qui-Gon's cock from your hand. Qui-Gon doesn't object to
Obi-Wan transferring his tongue to your mouth, he just chuckles softly at
your jealousy. You rub your wetness up and down Qui-Gon's thick cock until he
lifts your hips over it and pulls you down, his shaft sinking into your
dripping wetness.

You rock your hips into Qui-Gon, continuing to stroke and kiss Obi-Wan. 
Qui-Gon lifts and lowers you over his cock, plunging it deeply inside. 
Obi-Wan moans into your mouth as his hips frantically spasm as he climaxes,
his seed spurting out.  You continue kissing him, but move your hands to
Qui-Gon's shoulders, riding him harder. 

"Faster, thief," Qui-Gon encourages, his hands tightening on your hips. 

You break away from Obi-Wan's mouth and plant your lips on Qui-Gon's,
thrusting your tongue fiercely into his mouth.  You speed up your rhythm,
your hips rising and falling hard, sending his cock as deep as it will go,
filling you to your limits.  Obi-Wan's hand slithers between you and Qui-Gon,
traveling down your stomach to play with your clit.  Obi-Wan's fingers circle
it in a teasing manner before rubbing it directly.  Obi-Wan hooks a leg over
Qui-Gon behind you, pressing his bare body next to the two of you.  You feel
your groin tighten and your muscles spasm as the double pleasure of the
direct contact deep inside of you and the stroking of your clitoris ignite a
fire within you, sending your climax sweeping through your body like
lightening.

Qui-Gon's hips thrust off the sofa as he comes deep inside of you.  He pulls
his mouth away from yours, groaning as his body shudders.  Your head falls to
Qui-Gon's shoulder as your body goes weak from the force of your climax.  You
trap Obi-Wan's hand between you and Qui-Gon as you collapse into your lover's
arms.  Obi-Wan leans forward kissing the back of your shoulder, then brushing
your hair aside, he gently kisses the back of your neck.  He tugs on his
trapped hand and you laugh weakly and pull back from Qui-Gon, freeing
Obi-Wan's hand. 

"Am I impressing you at all yet?"  Obi-Wan asks, as he sinks into the corner
of the sofa.

You lift your head lazily from Qui-Gon's shoulder and peer at Obi-Wan.  He's
trying to look confident, but you can read facial expressions well enough to
know that he's unsure and seeking your approval.  You shift slightly,
Qui-Gon's flaccid cock still inside of you, and you lift yourself off him and
settle down between him and Obi-Wan.  "I'm not disappointed, you may prove
worthy yet," you say with a grin. 

Obi-Wan gives you lopsided smile and nods, satisfied that is the closest to a
compliment he is going to get.  He meets his Master's eyes and you sense they
are having unspoken communication, which always annoys you, but doesn't
unsettle you as much as it used to.

Obi-Wan stands and gives you a quick kiss on the cheek.  "I'm going to shower
and meditate now, according to my Master.  Goodnight."

"Goodnight," you say with a small grin as he walks to his room.  You turn to
Qui-Gon.  "I want to talk to you."

Qui-Gon grins.  "I had a feeling you would.  You want to know exactly what my
relationship with Obi-Wan is."

You make a face. Sometimes being around Jedi could be so annoying.  You hated
that he always seemed to know what you were thinking.  "Are you lovers?"  You
ask directly. 

"No," Qui-Gon says.  "And we never have been, and I don't foresee us becoming
lovers in the future."

You grin at his thorough answer.  "Well, that covers that.  What was that
kiss about then?"

Qui-Gon lowers his voice, somewhat unable to explain himself.  "I think that
was Obi-Wan's way of getting your attention."

You snort.  "It worked.  He was just trying to get me to kiss him, wasn't he?"

Qui-Gon gives you a slightly embarrassed look and chuckles.  "Yes, I believe
that was his goal.  He'd much rather kiss you than me."

You scowl.  "And it worked.  I even let him come on my hand!  That sneaky
bastard."

Qui-Gon pulls you into his arms and nuzzles your neck.  "He's been watching
us for a long time, he wants to make love to you."

You roll your eyes.  You weren't sure if 'making love' is what you would call
it.  "I know what he wants.  I know you want to watch, but...." your voice
trails off. 

"But you're not sure if you want him?" Qui-Gon asks.

You think for a moment.  "He does arouse me and he did give me a fantastic
orgasm tonight but, I love you and only you.  I don't understand how you can
want to watch another man 'make love' to me, if you really love me."

"I am in love with you and I don't think I could watch you with anyone but
Obi-Wan.  My relationship with Obi-Wan is special...I can't think of the
words to describe it.  We watched each other and shared women before I met
you and it is something we enjoy.  You know I have never asked you to do more
than you wanted to do and I won't start now, but I would love to watch
Obi-Wan take you."

You grin.  "Take me?  Fuck me, you mean."

"You can call it whatever you want, thief."

"I know he doesn't understand why I haven't given yet, he thinks I have a
certain moral flexibility, but I'm just scared of damaging what you and I
have Qui-Gon."  You turn your face to his, peering into the dark blue pools
of his eyes.  "I've never been faithful in a relationship before..."

Qui-Gon smiles and kisses you softly on the lips.  "I appreciate your
faithfulness, are worried that once you have another man you won't be able to
stay faithful?"

You nod.  "You are away a lot..." you say with a small grin. 

"There is nothing to be scared of. I trust you to remain faithful. I want you
to give yourself to Obi-Wan."  Qui-Gon answers in a soft, yet commanding
tone, that you could never resist.

You did trust him, but he wasn't infallible, you knew that things very seldom
went as planned.  And you weren't completely convinced that Obi-Wan didn't
want make love with his Master.  You were experienced enough to know that sex
was never just sex, unless it was a one-night stand  -- feelings were
involved.  Even Jedi felt emotional attachment; you didn't want Obi-Wan to
turn possessive or jealous once he slept with you.  Threesomes very seldom
lasted.  You let out a deep breath.  "I want to talk to Obi-Wan alone first."

"About?"

"About guidelines and boundaries.  I think he would be more comfortable if
you weren't listening."

"I think you would be more comfortable if I weren't listening."

You nod, smirking.  "Yes, you caught me again.  But that is the only way,
I'll do it, I want a complete understanding of expectations first."

Qui-Gon laughs.  "You know your legal and political background is showing
again.  Maybe you should go back to your previous career in law.  Are you
going to make Obi-Wan sign a legal document?"

"Since he is a Jedi, I think verbal agreement will suffice.  And I gave up
law, because being a thief is so much more honest.  I don't have to go home
at the end of day and wash off all the slime and muck.  Speaking of slime,
since you have refused several times, I'll take Obi-Wan to my father's party
tomorrow night," you say matter-of-factly.

"Will you?"  Qui-Gon asks in a teasing tone.  "A date?"

"If you don't object to me having sex with him, I don't see whereas a date
would be a problem.  Besides, I promised my parents I would attend and I
don't want to go alone and be bored to tears all night and you already
informed me that you wouldn't go."

"So, basically you just want to use my apprentice as your entertainment for
the evening and get even with me for not wanting to come to the party?"

"He wants to use me.  Anyway, I think I would feel more comfortable having
sex with him after a date."

Qui-Gon rolls his eyes at your newly found morality. "You didn't even know my
name the first time we had sex."

You scoff.  "That was different.  That was work.  I was just using you to try
to get into the palace to um, acquire a special piece for a client.  And, if
I recall correctly, you knew what I was up to and didn't protest or ask my
name."

Qui-Gon laughs.  "I may be a Jedi, but I'm not a fool."

You laugh along with him and slip out of his arms and stand.  You take his
hand and tug as if you could actually move this mountain of a man.  "Let's go
to bed, I'll ask your padawan for a date tomorrow morning."

Qui-Gon stands and cups your chin in his hand, tilting your face up to meet
his eyes. "I don't recall giving my consent."

"We do it my way, or we don't do it at all. It's your decision," you state
forcefully, trying to control your urge to melt at his intense stare.

"As you wish, my sweet thief," he says, kissing you lightly.  "But you better
have Obi-Wan home by his curfew."

"I will bring him home early and then you are going to watch us have sex all
night."

"I don't get to participate?" He asks. 

You kiss his cheek.  "That depends on how impressive your padawan is."

Qui grins wryly.  "Oh, he's been waiting for this for so long, I'd imagine
the anticipation will be more than his fragile control will be able to
withstand."

You snicker.  "In that case, I guess you'll get to do more than watch."

The Thief 3/?

You are surprised when Obi-Wan meets you at the entrance to the Temple.  You
give him a bemused smile as he leads you inside.  "Where is your Master?" 
You ask, handing him a garment bag.

"He decided to go out with Master Windu," Obi-Wan answers, his voice
betraying his nervousness and his eyes widening at your revealing gown.  It
is a soft, black, sheer silk that clings to your every curve and is cut just
above your nipples, a hint of pink peeking out.

You hook your arm through his and sigh.  "He'll go out drinking, but won't
come to a formal dinner party with me.  That figures.  By the way, I brought
clothes for you to wear."

"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?"

You eyes roam disparagingly over his tunics and leggings.  "My father won't
let you into the party looking like that."

"I'm a Jedi."  Obi-Wan argues proudly.

You roll your eyes.  "That might get you dates, but it is not going to get
you into this party."

"Your father is a Senator, I don't see why he would object..."

You smile sweetly.  "My father makes me look honest."  You say flatly, not
bothering to mention your father's hatred of the Jedi.

Obi-Wan's eyes widen and his mouth drops open in exaggerated concern.

You shake your head.  Smartass.  Just what you needed, a mirror image of
yourself. 

*********************************

You and Obi-Wan arrive at the party fashionably late.  He had resisted
wearing the black velvet tunic, leggings and cape you had brought for him.  A
promise of sex had finally gotten him out of his precious dingy tunics.
Whether he liked it or not, he looked gorgeous.  You greet your parents at
the door to their palatial penthouse suite.  You hug your mother and father,
barely touching either of them.  Your father eyes your cleavage with a
disapproving look and Obi-Wan with an even more scorn.  "Trade in Master Jinn
for a younger model?" He asks his eyes boring into Obi-Wan.

You just smile sweetly and stay silent, ignoring the insinuation in the
question. Your father's glare would make most men uneasy, but Obi-Wan doesn't
blink, shaking his hand firmly and politely kissing your mother's.  You
quickly lead Obi-Wan away from them and unclasp his cape, which he folds over
his arm.  Obi-Wan's eyes scan the large, brightly lit, and garishly decorated
room.  "See anyone you know?"  You ask.

"Yes, a few Senators, high officials, ambassadors, gangsters...your father
has quite a list of acquaintances."

You lean over and press your lips to Obi-Wan's ear.  "I've stolen from almost
everyone in this room," you whisper proudly.

Obi-Wan shakes his head.  "Does your father know what you do?"

You shake your head.  "He thinks I'm a legitimate middleman, but wishes for
me to go into politics.  Acquiring rare items is much more exciting."

Obi-Wan frowns slightly.  "Don't you worry about getting caught?"

"If it wasn't dangerous it wouldn't be fun. You disapprove?" 

"It's none of my business," Obi-Wan replies, shifting his eyes away from
yours.

You grin.  "Right answer, you might get lucky yet."

Obi-Wan arches a brow at you.  "I think you just want to torment me."

You shrug. "Let me give you a quick tour," you smirk, taking his hand and
leading him down a darkened corridor.

You take him into your father's home office and lock the door behind you. 
You surprise him by locking your lips on his with a demanding kiss.  He
returns the kiss just as forcibly, his hands grasping your waist, then
roaming up and down your curves.  Your tongue explores all of his hot, sweet
mouth as you press yourself close to him.  You might not like him a lot, but
he definitely knew what to do with his tongue.  You feel a twinge of guilt at
enjoying him so much. 

You break off the kiss, slowly releasing his lips.  "We need to talk," you
say as his hands continue to travel over the soft silk of your dress. 

Obi-Wan groans in disapproval.  "I knew you just wanted to torment me."

You grin and lead him to a sofa.  You both sit down and he looks at you
expectantly.  "I want us to have a clear understanding before this goes any
further," you say in your best lawyer voice. 

"What do you want me to understand?"

You glance around the room nervously, this was too bizarre, even for you. 
"That it is just sex," you finally say.  "Nothing else...no feelings,
attachment, possession, or love.  Do you understand?"

He smirks in that annoying manner of his.  "Are you afraid that I'm going to
fall in love with you?  Or that you're going to fall in love with me?"

"I'm already in love with Qui-Gon, I just hope you're not in love with him
also."

Obi-Wan's eyes flash with annoyance.  "I'm not in love with him and I'm not
in love with you either.  I'm not going to fall in love with you just because
we have sex, I'm not that inexperienced," he huffs.

You bite your lip to keep from grinning.  "Good," you say.  "I didn't mean to
insult you, I just want to make sure that we don't run into trouble later. 
Now, one last thing -- who is control of everything that happens between us?"

He thinks for a long moment.  "Qui-Gon?" he asks.

You frown.  "Wrong answer.  Me.  I'm in control.  If you can't deal with
that, tell me now."

"In control, how?" 

"In control in every imaginable way."

Obi-Wan scoffs.  "Why would I agree to that?"

A slow grin fills your face.  "I don't know, why would you?"

Obi-Wan sighs.  "Because it is the only way you'll have sex with me?"  He
asks with a lopsided grin.

You chuckle.  "You're a fast learner, I like that.  Agree to my terms?"

His aqua eyes bore into yours as he ponders the question.  You hate the fact
that his intense gaze makes you uncomfortable, but you do your best not to
let it show.  "I agree," he finally says. "Are you going to make me sign
something?"

You stand and take his hand, pulling him up.  "That won't be necessary.  I
want you to go wait in the hall for me.  I'll be out in a minute, then we can
eat dinner and get out of here."

Obi-Wan hesitates.  "What are you going to do in here?"

"None of your business."

"It is if I'm with you.  I will not be an accomplice!" he protests.

"It's my parents' property."

"Exactly, their property."

You sigh.  "They're my parents, it's not stealing, it is taking my
inheritance early.  Now go."

"No."

"Fine, stay."  You walk over to a large desk and hit a button, opening up a
panel on the top.  You reach down into your cleavage and pull out a small
electronic device.  You glance up at Obi-Wan who is watching you intently,
his face tense.  You smile as you flip on the device and run it over the
monitor, immediately a drawer on the desk slides open.  With a satisfied sigh
you replace the device in your cleavage and pull out two disks from the
drawer.  You close the drawer and the panel on the desk and walk over to
Obi-Wan.  You place the disks in the small shoulder bag you're carrying.
"Shall we go have dinner?" You ask nonchalantly.

"Put them back."

You shake your head.  "I don't think so.  Do you know how valuable the
information on these disks is?"  You smirk.  "It will help make up for the
vases you broke."

"You don't need the money, why do you do this?"

"Generally, for excitement and freedom, but in this particular case, for
revenge against my father for issues I am not going to discuss with you."

"If you don't put them back, I'm leaving.  I could call security." 

"Good-bye Obi-Wan Kenobi," you say with a grin as you walk to the door and
key it open.  You don't look back, but you hear him walking behind you as you
start down the hall.  You weren't quite sure what he was going to do, which
is what made it so much fun. 

You reenter the party, grabbing a glass of wine and scanning the room. 
Obi-Wan strides past you, not looking back as he heads for the exit. You
watch him leave with a smile on your face.  You were pleased to know that he
wouldn't do anything for sex.  Of course, now you were stuck at this party,
but it was a good chance to stake out potential clients, not to mention
victims.

***********

You wait impatiently for Qui-Gon at an entrance to the Jedi Temple, tapping
your slippered foot.  When he appears you are relieved to see he wears an
amused expression on his face.  You were worried that he might take offense
at your torment of his padawan.  He doesn't say anything as he takes your
hand and leads you inside. 

"Obi-Wan told you?" you ask as you walk quietly through the corridors. 

"You knew he would.  What game are you playing?"  He asks dryly.

"Yes, he's such a good boy, I knew he would tell you.  I'm almost surprised
he didn't contact your from the party to tattle on me.  I just wanted to see
how good he was.  He's actually much more fun than I thought he would be. 
For a minute I thought he was going to take the disks away from me and call
security."

"He should have."  Qui-Gon says in a serious tone.  "That's what I would have
done."

You smirk.  "I know, which is why I would never try something like that with
you."

"He should have had you arrested for making him wear that outfit."

"He looked good in that outfit."

Qui-Gon snorts and the two of you walk the rest of the way in silence. 

When you reach the door to their quarters, you ask, "Is he unhappy with me?"

Qui-Gon arches a brow.  "Do you care?"

You shrug noncommittally.  "I'm just curious, he seemed angry when he stalked
out of the party.  I told my parents it was official Jedi business.  My
mother was disturbed because there was an empty seat at dinner."

"I"m sure your mother will recover.  Obi-Wan was upset, he seems to think you
don't like him.  I think you can make it up to him though," Qui-Gon says with
a sly smile, caressing your cheek softly.

You smile knowingly.  "If he still wants me..."

Qui-Gon rolls his eyes as he keys open the door.  "Save the act for someone
who doesn't know you, thief.  You know all you did was make him want you
more."

Thief 4/?


The two of you walk into the candlelit main room.  You spot Obi-Wan stretched
out in sleep pants on sleep sofa, making quite a show of not looking your
way.  You shake your head bemusedly.  You sigh softly and kneel down on the
floor by the sleep sofa, which is not easy in your snug dress.  "Are you
angry?" You ask softly, twirling his padawan braid around your finger.

"No, but what was that about?"  He asks, turning his head toward you.

You shrug innocently.  "I just wanted to see what you would do."

"A test?"  He asks in an annoyed tone.

"Yes."

"Did I pass or fail?" 

"I grade on a curve.  If it makes you feel any better, I put the disks back
after you left."

"You're lying," he says flatly. 

"No, just leaving out the part where I copied the information and sold it
before returning the disks."

Obi-Wan shakes his head. "You're something." 

"Yes," you agree.  "Uncomfortable in this dress.  Qui-Gon?"  You glance up at
Qui-Gon has just reentered the room after changing into sleep pants. 

"Yes, my lovely thief?"

"My dress, please?"  You ask standing and kicking off your shoes.

Qui-Gon moves behind you, unhooking the dress and slowly peeling it off. 
Obi-Wan watches with great interest, his eyes roaming up and down your bare
body.  You step out of the gown and lean back against Qui-Gon's broad chest. 
His large hands caress your curves as he nuzzles your neck.  Obi-Wan lifts
himself from the sofa and hesitantly moves in front of you.  You tilt your
head and lick your slightly parted lips, inviting him to kiss you.  Qui-Gon
lifts his head from your neck as Obi-Wan's lips touch yours with a soft kiss.
You move your hands to Obi-Wan's shoulders, drawing him closer. 

You slip your tongue into his warm, sweet mouth, feeling a rush of
excitement.  Obi-Wan's tongue begins to dance with yours as he presses his
hard, lean body into yours.  You can feel his growing arousal, as well as
Qui-Gon's pressing into your back.  Obi-Wan's tongue begins to thrust more
forcefully into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat.  You moan into
his mouth, your desire building fast.

"Let's move into the bedroom," Qui-Gon says in a husky whisper.

Obi-Wan breaks his mouth away from yours and you take Qui-Gon's hand and walk
into the bedroom, with Obi-Wan trailing behind.  You lead Qui-Gon to the edge
of the bed and stand in front of him, your hands traveling over his chest. 
You flick your tongue out at his nipple, teasing it.  You lower your hands to
the waist of his loose sleep pants, brushing lightly over his bulge, smiling
when it stirs beneath your brief touch.  Hooking your thumbs in the waistband
you pull the pants down, revealing Qui-Gon's thick erection. 

A wicked grin spreads across your face as you cup Qui-Gon's sac and your head
bobs down to lick his hard shaft.  Qui-Gon moans appreciatively, but backs
away, stretching out his long body on the bed.  "Obi-Wan first, from behind,
I want to see your face as he takes you."  Qui-Gon says in a husky whisper
that leaves no room for discussion. 

You feel a surge of lust at his tone and you glance into his dark, aroused
eyes as you crawl onto the bed, placing a leg on either side of his.  You
still were uneasy, but you couldn't resist the look in Qui-Gon's eyes.  He
wanted this so much, you didn't want to disappoint him.  You hear Obi-Wan
taking off his pants and moving onto the bed behind you, but you don't look
back at him, you keep your eyes glued to Qui-Gon's.

Obi-Wan presses his hardness against your buttocks, his hands caressing your
flesh, traveling up your waist and over your breasts.  His touch causes you
to shudder and Qui-Gon's eyes darken as his mouth captures yours, thrusting
his tongue into your mouth as Obi-Wan simultaneously thrusts his cock into
your opening.  You gasp into Qui-Gon's mouth as Obi-Wan's cock scrapes
against your walls, the friction painful, since you were not ready yet.

Qui-Gon releases your mouth as Obi-Wan thrusts again, enjoying your
tightness. Qui-Gon's hands grab your shaking breasts, pinching and kneading
them roughly.  "Harder, padawan," Qui-Gon growls.  "Take her hard." 

Obi-Wan's hips slam into your backside, pushing you closer to Qui-Gon's
chest.  Qui-Gon slides a hand down to stroke his own painfully engorged cock.
You bite into his shoulder as Obi-Wan complies with his Master's wish and
pumps furiously into you.  His shaft is hitting your sensitive spot now, and
your rising desire makes his member slide much easier into you.  He grunts
loudly with each stroke as his hands tighten on your hips.  He buries his
face in your neck, nipping and sucking as he pounds into your backside.

Qui-Gon growls at every thrust, then tugs your hair, pulling your face away
from his shoulder.  "Suck me, thief," he commands, still stroking his cock.
"I want to feel your hot mouth." You grin at his need and he pushes your head
to his shaft.  You eagerly take his hot, hard length between your lips,
engulfing it in the moist heat of your mouth.  Qui-Gon tangles his hands in
your hair as you bob your head up and down his shaft in the same fast,
furious rhythm of Obi-Wan's thrusts. 

You can tell from Obi-Wan's speed and intensity he's not going to be able to
hold it much longer.  His teeth sink into your neck as he comes hard,
shooting his seed deep inside of you.  Qui-Gon pulls your head up, capturing
your lower lip and sucking into his mouth, biting it as Obi-Wan spasms
fiercely into you.

Obi-Wan releases your neck with a final grunt, withdrawing from you and
collapsing onto the bed.  Before you have time to recover, Qui-Gon has
grabbed your hips, pulling your forward and sheathing his hardness inside
your dripping wetness.  "Time to make you mine again, thief," he growls,
raising and lowering you on his cock almost violently.  

"Yes, yours," you groan, grabbing his large biceps as you begin to ride him
hard.  Wanting to be his and only his again.  You press your bloody lips into
his, thrusting your tongue into his hot mouth, claiming him, just as he is
claiming you.

Your body is set afire as Qui-Gon's throbbing cock makes contact with your
sensitive spot.  You hear a low groan from Obi-Wan and you turn your head to
see him stroking his already semi-engorged cock as he watches his Master
impale you.

Qui-Gon's hand snakes out and travels up Obi-Wan's hard thigh, brushing
lightly over his sac then encircles his cock, stroking him to complete
hardness.  Obi-Wan writhes as his Master strokes, him a low moan escaping
from his throat. 

You feel a surge of jealousy and you grab Qui-Gon's forearm, digging your
fingernails into his flesh hard enough to draw blood.  "I don't share," you
hiss, locking your eyes with Qui-Gon's. 

Qui-Gon's dark eyes flash with anger, but he removes his hand from Obi-Wan. 
You release your fingernails from his arm as he grabs your upper arms and
promptly lifts you off his lap and tosses you on your back.  He pushes your
legs apart quickly with his knee and still holding you down, mounts and
plunges into your depths forcefully. 

You gasp as Qui-Gon slams into you with a wicked smirk on his face.  Obi-Wan
rolls toward you and bites into the tender underside of your breast as he
strokes his own erection.  "You don't have to share, thief, but you will be
shared tonight," Qui-Gon growls, his hands tightening their grip on your
arms.  "Do you understand?"

You knew this would happen, you knew it would turn rough.  You knew two men
together, they would want to showoff their dominance to each other.  You
didn't mind rough and as much you hated being told what to do, you were
undeniably aroused when Qui-Gon turned his usually quietly domineering manner
into a more overt, forceful domineering attitude.  "I understand," you answer
breathlessly as his cock continues to thrust into you with painful force.

Qui-Gon angles upward with a loud grunt, close to losing control as he pounds
his hips into yours.  The shift sends a jolt through you, causing you to cry
out as every nerve in your body is awakened.  Obi-Wan's mouth travels up the
curve of your breast, engulfing your nipple and sucking urgently on it. 
Qui-Gon releases his own orgasm, his body jerking violently as his hot liquid
explodes inside of you, mixing with Obi-Wan's seed.

As soon as Qui-Gon has recovered enough, he withdraws and collapses on the
bed beside you.  Obi-Wan's mouth is still firmly attached to your breast, his
hand snaking across to fondle your other breast.  If your orgasm hadn't
completely stolen your senses you would have protested. 

Qui-Gon rolls to his side, sliding his arm under your shoulders.  His touch
is reassuring and you gather enough energy to scoot closer to him, pressing
your face next to his sweaty chest, listening to the steady, but rapid
beating of his heart.  You just want to be in his arms, but Obi-Wan seems to
have a different idea.

Obi-Wan's hand slithers down from your breast to your mound.  You feel
Qui-Gon's calloused hand slide over hip to your inner thigh, where he nudges
your legs apart.  You lack the will and the strength to argue, so your spread
your legs for them.  Obi-Wan's fingers slide deftly between your dripping
folds, exploring you thoroughly.  You let out a small whimper at Obi-Wan's
touch, then flick your tongue out Qui-Gon's nipple, teasing it to hardness.

Qui-Gon moans softly, kissing your forehead lightly as he flattens his hand
against your thigh, slowly caressing your flesh.  Obi-Wan shifts his mouth to
your other breast, his head pressing against Qui-Gon's hard abdomen.  You
lift your head up to catch Qui-Gon's lower lip, nipping it gently.  Qui-Gon
returns the soft bite then presses his lips to yours for a slow, searching
kiss. Obi-Wan snakes a finger inside you, lifting his head from your breast
he whispers, "Oh, so hot and wet, I want to be inside of you again."

You don't answer vocally, not wanting to end your tongue's dance with
Qui-Gon's, but rock your hips into Obi-Wan's hand and spread your legs wider
for him.  Obi-Wan moans at your action, pleased at your arousal and begins
rocking his finger harder and faster in and out.  Qui-Gon's hand slides up
your inner thigh, a digit playing with your outer lips before joining
Obi-Wan's finger inside of you. 

You roll your hips up as the fingers push into your soft, hot walls.  Obi-Wan
moves his face down your middle, leaving a wet trail with hit trail with his
tongue.  He withdraws his finger and licks your fluids from it.  "The three
of us taste good together," he says in a tone deepened with lust. 

"Do you want to taste more, Obi-Wan?" Qui-Gon asks, his finger still
exploring inside of you.

Obi-Wan grins and moves between your legs, burying his face in your center
next to Qui-Gon's hand.  Obi-Wan's tongue slides over your outer lips and
clitoris, sending a rush of pleasure through you.  Your hips buck off the bed
as he licks the juices from your folds.  Qui-Gon's finger is buried deep
inside of you, but you are starting to burn for more.  You don't want to ask
Obi-Wan to fuck you though.  You're sure that Obi-Wan can sense your need as
his tongue thrusts inside, moving in time with Qui-Gon's finger. 

You close your eyes and moan, wanting more, aching to be filled with a hard
cock.  Qui-Gon slides down the bed beside you, his mouth moving to suck your
earlobe.  "Do you want Obi-Wan?" He asks, knowing that you do.

You turn your face to Qui-Gon.  "I want you."

Qui-Gon smiles.  "I'm not quite ready, yet," he responds, pulling his finger
out of you and sliding his hand to the back of Obi-Wan's bobbing head,
fingering his ponytail.  "Obi-Wan wants you, let him take you again."

You whimper slightly as Obi-Wan's mouth continues to excite you.  You bite
your lip, and try to push away the desire.  "What if I say no?" You ask
hesitantly.

A slow smirk spreads across Qui-Gon's face.  "You can say whatever you want,
thief, but I think your body and Obi-Wan have something else in mind."

The Thief 5/?

When we last left our heroes:

*******Qui-Gon smiles.  "I'm not quite ready, yet," he responds, pulling his
finger out of you and sliding his hand to the back of Obi-Wan's bobbing head,
fingering his ponytail.  "Obi-Wan wants you, let him take you again."

You whimper slightly as Obi-Wan's mouth continues to excite you.  You bite
your lip, and try to push away the desire.  "What if I say no?" You ask
hesitantly.

A slow smirk spreads across Qui-Gon's face.  "You can say whatever you want,
thief, but I think your body and Obi-Wan have something else in
mind."**********



Obi-Wan's tongue withdraws from your opening and a complaining moan escapes
from your throat before you can stop it.  Obi-Wan mounts you, his cock
pressing urgently against your opening.  He lowers his weight on top of you
and you can feel his hot breath on your cheek, but keep your face turned
toward Qui-Gon.  "Yes or no?" Obi-Wan growls. 

You open your eyes and look into Qui-Gon's.  Drawn into the deep blue of his
eyes, you nod your head slightly.  Obi-Wan plunges his cock into your wetness
and lifts his weight off of you, supporting himself on his palms as he
thrusts energetically into you. 

You close your eyes and press your lips into Qui-Gon's, your tongue searching
out his in his impossibly hot mouth.  You lift and wrap your legs around
Obi-Wan's slender hips, encouraging him to go deeper.  Your hips rock against
his, keeping time with his quick, hard thrusts.  You lose yourself in the
sensations, meeting Obi-Wan's enthusiasm with your own, knowing how much
Qui-Gon is enjoying this.  Obi-Wan pulls his cock back to the edge of your
opening with a growl, trying to hold off his climax. 

You break away from Qui-Gon's mouth.  "Now, fuck me now, Obi-Wan!" You demand
impatiently.  "Don't stop!"

Qui-Gon recaptures your mouth as soon as the words are out, thrusting his
tongue back inside as Obi-Wan obeys, sinking his cock back into you, hitting
your sensitive bundle repeatedly as his hips move in fast, hard strokes.  You
are flooded with pleasure as your climax sweeps throughout your body.  Your
legs stiffen around Obi-Wan as you gasp into Qui-Gon's mouth.  Obi-Wan's
release follows quickly, and his body shudders against yours as his hot seed
is shot deep inside of you.  Your muscles contract around his cock, milking
it empty. 

Obi-Wan collapses on you and your body goes limp, both of you spent.  You
release Qui-Gon's mouth to catch your breath.  Obi-Wan buries his head in
your neck, kissing it softly.  You open your eyes and see Qui-Gon smiling
softly at you.  "Thank you," he says.

You laugh embarrassedly.  "You're welcome, I guess," you whisper, shifting
uncomfortably under Obi-Wan, now that you were sated, you just wanted him
gone.

Obi-Wan takes the hint and rolls off of you.  You immediately roll into
Qui-Gon's arms, burying your face in his hair.  You don't want see Obi-Wan. 
"I want him to leave now," you whisper. 

"I want to stay," Obi-Wan replies, his hand moving slowly over your curves,
his mouth covering your back with soft kisses.

"No, please go,"  you reply. 

Qui-Gon sighs softly, "Leave for now, padawan."

Obi-Wan leans over your face and plants his lips on his Master's, kissing him
intensely.  You frown.  You know he is just trying to upset you, so you don't
say anything.  Qui-Gon breaks off the kiss and Obi-Wan kisses the back of
your head.  You don't turn your head toward him, keeping it buried in
Qui-Gon's chest. 

Obi-Wan crawls off the bed and retrieves his sleep pants.  "Good night,
thief.  Good night, Master," he says quietly as he leaves the room. 

The door hisses closed behind him and you sigh in relief, feeling uneasy in
his presence.  Qui-Gon tenderly pushes your hair back and you lift your head
and gaze at him.  "Goodnight," you say, kissing his bearded chin. 

"Are you okay?" He asks thoughtfully.

"I'm fine, just tired."  You lie, not wanting to talk about your very
conflicting feelings. 

"Did you enjoy Obi-Wan?"  He asks, kissing your nose.

"Yes," you say in a measured tone.  "But, it just doesn't feel right."

"Hmm.  You feel guilty?"

"I said I don't want to talk about it," you snap.  "I want to sleep."

"You're upset because you didn't feel in control."

"Well, since you already know how I feel, there isn't anything to talk about,
is there?  Goodnight, Qui-Gon," you say in a frustrated tone as you roll away
from him. 

"You can steal something tomorrow, that will make you feel better."

You sit up and grab your pillow and angrily hit Qui-Gon over the head. 
"Watch the attitude or you're going to be sleeping alone with Obi-Wan.  Is
that what you want?" You exclaim angrily.

Qui-Gon laughs and snatches the pillow away from you.  "No, you're much
softer to cuddle up with."

You shake your head and grin, you hate the fact that you can never stay mad
at him.  You pull the pillow back and toss it aside, spooning up next to
Qui-Gon again.  "Is that the only reason you prefer me?"

Qui-Gon kisses the nape of your neck softly.  "No, I love you, my little
thief.  But I must say, you and Obi-Wan look very good together."

You snort.  "He looks down on me.  It's just easy sex for him and it gives
him a chance to be close to you."

"Maybe the two of you just need to spend more time together."

You sigh heavily.  Oh, Gods no.  "Goodnight, Qui-Gon."  The only way you
wanted to spend more time with Obi-Wan was if involved much humiliation, pain
and begging on his part.  You smile softly as sleep overcomes you, dreaming
of Obi-Wan in bondage, begging for release.

*********************

You awaken a few hours later, still snuggled securely in Qui-Gon's arms.  You
smile and roll toward him.  You loved waking up in his arms.  You kiss his
chest lightly, reaching a hand up to circle his well-defined muscles.  Your
tongue flicks out his nipple, teasing it.  You then run your tongue over it,
feeling it harden.  You lift your head and kiss his bearded chin, then his
lips.  You hand travels downward, over his hard abdomen to his resting cock. 
You brush your hand lightly over his curls and then his sac, causing it to
jump lightly. 

Qui-Gon stirs slightly, but doesn't wake up.  You scoot down the bed, taking
his length into your hand and stroking him lightly.  His member stiffens in
your hand and hardens as you continue your ministrations.  You circle your
tongue around the tip and a small moan escapes from Qui-Gon.  You continue
stroking as you take the head into your mouth, sucking gently. 

Qui-Gon's hands tangle in your hair.  "Is it time to get up already?" He asks
groggily.

"You're already up," you smirk, moving your hand more briskly up and down his
hardness. 

Qui-Gon chuckles, pushing your head back toward his cock.  You take in his
length, relaxing your throat muscles to take him deep as your tongue circles
the base of his cock.  He moans loudly as your hand wanders to his sac,
caressing it softly. 

You begin to suck intensely and Qui-Gon's hips thrust toward you as his
fingers tug on your tangled hair.  You run your tongue up his length and over
his slit, tasting the salty liquid leaking from it.  You release his cock and
try to free your hair from his grasp.  "Let me up," you say.  "Obi-Wan didn't
come in my mouth.  Show me who I belong to."

With a low growl he untangles his fingers from your hair.  You slide up the
bed, throwing your leg over his side, rubbing your wetness against his hard
cock.  He flips you over onto your back and mounts you.  He presses his
hardness against your opening, teasing you with the tip.  "Who do you belong
to?" He growls. 

"You and only you. Take me, I want you."  You purr.

Qui-Gon moans, but doesn't enter you.  He slides down your body, burying his
face in your breasts. He fondles one roughly and captures the other with his
mouth, circling his tongue around your nipple until it is hard.  His hand
snakes down your belly, stroking your mound deliberately.  You moan and arch
your back, craving a more intimate touch. 

Qui-Gon moves to suckle your other nipple, sending a shiver through you.  His
long fingers slither between your folds and he thrusts two fingers into your
wetness, pushing against your soft walls.  You grind your hips against his
hand, aching for more.  "I said take me, not tease me," you complain with a
groan, rocking harder against his hand, his fingers finally delving deeper,
hitting your sensitive nerves.

"Beg," Qui-Gon whispers huskily.

You groan, writhing beneath him.  "You're going to pay for this later," you
warn him.

"What do you want?"  He asks, pulling his fingers out of you, leaving you
with a burning ache that needs to be filled.

"I. Want. Your. Cock. Inside. of. Me. NOW!"  You demand as you grab his
waist, pulling him on top of you. 

"You didn't say please," Qui-Gon teases, pressing the tip of his shaft into
your wetness.

"Please, please..." you moan desperately.

Qui-Gon grins and with a hard, fast, thrust, impales you.  You gasp and
writhe beneath him.  Your legs wrap around his waist as you are pushed off
the bed by the force of his ferocious thrusts.  Your fingernails sink into
his back as he continues to slam into you. 

"Mine," he grunts with each stroke.

You arch your back and rock your hips into his as he delves even deeper
inside of you.  He pounds into your sensitive spot as he rubs your soft inner
walls.  The pleasure overcomes you and you moan loudly as your climax hits
you like a tidal wave, sweeping away your senses.  Your fingernails dig
deeper as he spasms into you, wildly thrusting as his release explodes inside
of you.  With a long growl he fills you with his seed, mixing it with what
Obi-Wan had already left. 

Qui-Gon collapses on top of you and you wrap your arms around him tightly. 
After you catch your breath, you admit, "I do enjoy being reclaimed, maybe
having sex with Obi-Wan isn't all bad."

Qui-Gon snickers, lifting his weight off of you and rolling to your side,
pulling you into his arms.  "Flatter him like that and you might be stuck
with him for life."

"No thanks.  I think I'll stick with you."

Qui-Gon kisses your shoulder.  "You most certainly will, thief.  You are
mine, but watching you and Obi-Wan was very pleasurable for me."

You grin. "Hmm...well I might be willing to do him again, but first you must
be punished for making me beg."

"You think you can punish me?"  Qui-Gon asks, amused.

"I know I can."  You say confidently as you close your eyes and snuggle next
to him.

The Thief 6

You are walking through the Temple with Obi-Wan, who is ranting.  "I just
need you to carry some things for me...It won't take long....No, I'm not
going to steal anything...Here, hold this package for me...Next thing I know,
I'm in the lower levels of Coruscant being chased, shot at by criminals and
evading Security because I'm carrying stolen jewels."

You look around nervously, checking to see if anyone overheard.  "Could you
keep your voice down," you say, annoyed.

He comes to a dead stop, causing me to run into him.  He turns, his hands on
his hips and glares at you.  "What's the matter you don't want everyone to
know you're a THIEF?"

You smile at him.  "Technically, you're a thief now too."

He closes his eyes and shakes his head.  "Spend more time with her...you'll
have fun...you'll become a common criminal, just like her..."  He turns and
continues stalking down the hall. 

You huff.  "I am not a COMMON criminal.  I'm an extraordinary criminal!"

Obi-Wan snorts.  "'Let me take care of this'...what happens next?  You pull
out a blaster and start blasting!  Thanks for the warning!"

You lengthen your stride and move beside him.  "I figured with your Jedi
reflexes
you wouldn't need any warning.  Anyway, everyone knows 'Let me take care of
this' means 'I'm going to blow these assholes away'!"

Obi-Wan stops again, sticking his face in yours.  "Oh, I must have been
absent when they were teaching the class on criminal slang talk."

You stick out your tongue at him.  He rolls his eyes at you.  You decide he
needs to be teased.  You grab his padawan braid and pull him closer, pressing
your lips to his.  You slowly draw back.  "Does that make it any better,
baby?"

"No!"  He exclaims as he turns and storms back off down the hall. 

You laugh after him.  Gods, Qui-Gon was right.  Obi-Wan was fun to spend time
with.  Especially if you got him caught in the middle of a shoot-out.  He had
done an excellent job of deflecting the blaster shots, if he hadn't decided
you needed protecting and tried to cover you as well, he wouldn't have been
hurt.  You hadn't expected him to be gallant.  But, now all this whining and
ranting; you had never seen him like this -- he was usually so quiet when he
was with you and Qui-Gon, only making occasional snide remarks.

The door to their quarters hisses open and Obi-Wan stomps in, with you still
snickering behind him.  He pulls off his robe, hanging it and then turns an
angry glare on his Master, who is in the kitchen, cooking.  "I am never going
anywhere alone with her again!"  Obi-Wan exclaims.

This brings a fresh round of laughter bubbling forth from you. 

"What's wrong, padawan?"  Qui-Gon asks calmly from the kitchen. 

"Look at my head!"  He exclaims.

Qui-Gon puts down the spoon he is stirring a pot with and walks into the
living room.  Obi-Wan points to singed spot on his scalp. 

"Hmm...a very close blaster shot?" Qui-Gon asks casually.

"Yes!  Your thief almost got me killed."

"It wasn't that close..." you protest as you kick off your sandals.

Obi-Wan spins and shoves his head in your face.  "Look at that, I have a bald
spot on my head!"

You shove his head away and glanced at Qui-Gon who was staring sternly at
you.  "I had everything under control, if he would have just listened to
me..."

"If I would have listened to you I would be dead for sure!"  Obi-Wan
interrupted.

Qui-Gon holds up his hands.  "Enough.  Obi-Wan, sit down and be quiet." 
Obi-Wan pouts but does as he is told.  Then Qui-Gon turns to you, his
expression telling you that you might have gone too far this time.  "Do I
even want to know what happened, Thief?"

You shake your head, trying to look apologetic without looking cowed by him. 
"Probably not," you admit.

"I think you owe Obi-Wan an apology." 

You scowl.  "What? NO!"

Qui-Gon raises a brow.  "Now, thief."

You hold his stare as long as you can, but finally relent.  You turn to
Obi-Wan.  "I'm sorry... you're an arrogant ass." 

Qui-Gon sighs heavily behind you while you grin at Obi-Wan.  Suddenly,
Qui-Gon grabs you from behind and swats your bottom.  You yelp in surprise
and step on his foot, which is highly ineffective due to his boots being much
stronger than your bare feet. 

Obi-Wan laughs.  "Can I spank her too, Master?" 

"No!" You answer for Qui-Gon.

"Are you going to apologize properly or are you going over Obi-Wan's knees?"

"If you even try to put me over his knee, I will never have sex with him
again!"

"That didn't sound like an apology to me.  Did that sound like an apology to
you, padawan?"  Qui-Gon asks in a taunting voice.

"No, Master, it didn't sound like on to me either," Obi-Wan smirks, leaning
back into the sofa and unclasping his belt, tossing it on the floor then
patting his legs.

You struggle to get away from Qui-Gon, which is, of course, quite futile.  He
pushes you toward Obi-Wan.  "One last chance, thief."  Qui-Gon warns.

"I will not be treated this way!"  You exclaim haughtily.

"And I won't be treated like your lackey," Obi-Wan says stonily, quickly
pulling you across his lap and bringing his hand down on your bottom, much
harder than Qui-Gon had. 

You struggle to get away as his hand continues abuse your bottom with
stinging blows.  "Stop now!" You demand, plotting Qui-Gon's painful demise. 

Obi-Wan stops, but doesn't release you.  "You are a spoiled brat," he seethes.

You squirm against his hard lap, "So are you!  Now, let me up." 

"Not until you learn some manners."  Obi-Wan says as his hand begins to
caress your backside through the silk of your dress. 

You feel his member stir and you turn your head looking for Qui-Gon. 
"Qui-Gon, I'm warning you..."

Qui-Gon kneels on the floor next to your face, his hand tangling through your
hair.  He pulls your face to his and kisses you hungrily.  You try to back
away, but he tugs your hair, not letting you escape.  His tongue forces its
way into your mouth, battling with yours. 

Obi-Wan's hands bunch up your dress to your waist and then wedge between your
thighs, stroking you through your panties.  You moan slightly into Qui-Gon's
mouth, trying very hard not to enjoy it.  You try wriggle away, but that only
makes Obi-Wan's hand move faster and more insistently. 

Qui-Gon releases your mouth.  "Ready to apologize?" He asks, his voice
deepened by lust.

"What happens if I don't?"  You ask.

"Whatever Obi-Wan wants to happen," Qui-Gon answers with wry grin.

You frown. "I don't think so."

"I think so," says Obi-Wan, as he tugs your panties down to your knees and
then slaps your bottom.  "Your bottom looks especially nice with my handprint
on it."

"Qui-Gon, I'm warning you..." you hiss.

Qui-Gon arches a brow and looks amused.  "Are you going to punish me?"

"Yes!"

"I don't think so.  All you have to do is apologize."

You huff.  "Fine, I'm sorry, Obi-Wan."

"Well, you don't sound very sincere, but I accept your apology."  Obi-Wan
replies, then he spanks you one last time before releasing you.  "Mmm...my
handprint looks good on that cheek too."

You roll over and scoot off his lap, pulling your panties the rest of the way
off and letting them drop to the floor.  Then you scoot into the corner of
the sofa and scowl at both of them. 

Obi-Wan points a finger at you.  "You don't have any right to be mad, brat." 

"I'll be angry if I want to be angry!"  You snarl.

Qui-Gon stands and walks over to where you are sitting and easily scoops you
up.  Then he sits down on the sofa, holding you on his lap.  He kisses you
gently on the lips.
"Don't be angry, thief."

You grin, having decided on revenge.  "Okay, I won't be," you say returning
his kiss.  You take his hand and guide it under your dress and up your inner
thighs to your center.
He begins stroking your wet folds as you spread your legs, hiking up your
dress to ensure that Obi-Wan can see.

"Hmmm....that feels so nice Qui-Gon," you moan seductively as he nuzzles and
nips at your neck. 

Obi-Wan pulls of his boots and peels off his tunics as his eyes stayed glued
to your legs.  He lets out a small whimper when Qui-Gon slides his fingers
inside of you.  Despite your annoyance with them both, you can't help but to
enjoy the incredible pleasure of Qui-Gon's fingers moving inside of you and
the expression of pure lust on Obi-Wan's face.  Making the insufferable brat
lust after you was becoming an entertaining pastime.  You arch your hips and
rock them against Qui-Gon's hand, stretching your legs to press them against
Obi-Wan's hard thighs. 

"Obi-Wan, take off my dress, please..." you moan, know that having Obi-Wan
undress you will not only arouse him a great deal, but also Qui-Gon.

Obi-Wan moves between your legs and manages to pull off your dress around
Qui-Gon's arm.  Obi-Wan's erection is clearly visible, the fabric of his
leggings strained across his bulge.  Obi-Wan caresses your bare breasts,
sending a shiver through you.  He bites his lower lip as he gently tugs your
nipples to hardness.  You run your hand over Obi-Wan's erection and a low
moan escapes from him.

You tilt your head toward Qui-Gon, your lips brushing his, "I want Obi-Wan to
fuck me," you whisper in a sultry tone. 

Qui-Gon looks surprised, but pleased.  "Now?"  He asks.

You arch your hips against his hand again.  "Yes, I want him now..."

You both look toward Obi-Wan who has already removed his leggings and is
stroking his engorged shaft.  "I'm ready," Obi-Wan says cockily.

Qui-Gon withdraws his fingers and Obi-Wan pulls your hips off of Qui-Gon's
lap and kneels between your legs.  Obi-Wan inhales deeply and presses the tip
of his cock into your opening.  You thrust your hips upward, pushing his cock
in farther.  With a groan he thrusts hard, rubbing against your wetness and
surrounding his cock completely with your tight heat. 

You throw your head back into Qui-Gon's lap, looking up at him, his eyes are
dark with desire as he watches his padawan fucking you.  "Do you like
watching?" You ask.

Qui-Gon's hand move down to fondle your breasts heavily.  "You know I do," he
says in a rich baritone. 

"You like watching your padawan take your woman?"  You continue, your hips
moving rhythmically with Obi-Wan's, his cock stroking you in all the right
places.  "Like watching him move inside of me, fill me, stroke me?"

Qui-Gon groans, his hand reaching down to free his own cock from his
leggings.  He pulls it out and strokes it.  You turn your head and lick the
base as he continues rub his hand up and down the length.

Obi-Wan's strokes become shorter and harder and you pick up the speed of your
movements to keep up.  You wrap your legs around him,  pushing him deeper. 
Your hands tightly grip his sides as he thrusts his pelvis against yours. 
His cock presses against your sensitive nerves repeatedly and you climax,
pleasure exploding through all your nerves.  Your body spasms beneath Obi-Wan
and he grunts as he frantically pumps into you.  Your muscles tighten around
his cock and his entire body tenses for a long moment and then his hips slam
into yours, his seed erupting inside of you. 

You gasp for air, your breath knocked away.  Obi-Wan's hips slow and lowers
his weight on top of you, breathing hard and heavy in your face.  You give
him a small smile, "Feeling better yet, baby?" You asked him. 

"I'm feeling better, but I will never, ever go anywhere with you again,"
Obi-Wan replies, then he bites your lower lip and pulls into his mouth,
slowly sucking it. 

You are very aware of Qui-Gon's engorged cock next to your face and his hand
still stroking it.  When Obi-Wan releases your lip, you smirk, "Well, I
wasn't planning on inviting you again anyway.  But, I would say we're even
for the vases you broke now."

Obi-Wan grunts and withdraws from you and sits up on the sofa bed.  "I'd say,
you thief."

"Padawan brat," you retort, sitting up also, ignoring Qui-Gon.

"You're the brat."

"I am not, you --"

Qui-Gon interrupts with a groan.  "You're both brats, now come here, thief."

You spin and gaze blankly at Qui-Gon.  "What do you need me for?" You ask,
innocently.

Qui-Gon has already undressed while you were bickering with Obi-Wan and you
try very hard to ignore his gorgeous, muscular body.  Qui-Gon's eyes narrow. 
"Don't even try that act with me, you little thief.  You know what I want. 
Now, come here," he growls, reaching out and grabbing your hair at the nape
of the neck.

You smile sweetly and move to straddle his strong legs, rubbing your dripping
center against his cock.  His lips crush against yours, his hand still
tangled in your hair. 
You plunge your tongue into his mouth and continue to rub his cock with your
wetness. 
Obi-Wan caresses your back and slides his hand down your curves, kissing
exposed flesh wherever he can find it. 

You moan softly into Qui-Gon's mouth and then pull your lips away from his. 
"Do you want to take me?  Reclaim me?"  You ask breathlessly.

"Yes," Qui-Gon growls.  "I want to make you mine again."

"Good," you whisper, pressing into his groin.  "I'm so glad to hear it,
because, you really, really deserve to be punished.  Not only for letting
Obi-Wan spank me, but for making me beg."  You yank your head away from his
hand and slide backwards off his lap, giving Obi-Wan a small push also.

You stand and meet Qui-Gon's glower.  "I'm going to go take a nice, long
bath, by myself and then I'm going to bed and neither one of you is joining
me," you announce.

"Thief, you had better not leave me like this," Qui-Gon hisses.

You glance at painfully engorged cock and smile with fake sweetness.  "I
guess Obi-Wan could take care of that for you.  He'd love to have your cock
in his mouth, wouldn't you Obi-Wan?"

"I am not getting in the middle of this," Obi-Wan says emphatically.

"Oh, but you are in the middle of this, the three of us are in this
relationship now, it's not what I wanted and I know all you wanted was sex,
but I'm not a whore, so you get the whole package, baby" you spit out and
then you turn your attention back Qui-Gon.  "This is what you wanted, so deal
with it," you snap and then you turn and walk briskly into the bedroom,
closing the door behind you. 

After the door hisses closed after you, a bitter grin spreads across your
face. You most certainly could punish him.  You had always had fun tormenting
and teasing Obi-Wan and you had to admit you were enjoying sex with him, but
Qui-Gon had learn he wasn't in complete control of you.  You wanted it to be
your decision, not his.  Maybe this will teach him a lesson. 

The Thief 7

You let your head fall back to rest against the edge of the sunken tub, the
hot, sandalwood scented water lapping gently against your skin.  The
sandalwood reminds you of Qui-Gon and you wish you hadn't added it. His
imperious attitude was too much to put up with sometimes.  You try not to
think of him, concentrating on the music you have playing and the comforting
heat of the water surrounding you. 

Your hand skims over the top of the water and comes to rest on your breast,
you caress it gently, smiling as your nipple hardens and a tingle spreads
through your body.  You slide your hand across your wet skin to the other
breast, circling your fingers around the nipple, then tugging the hard nub. 
Your other hand dives into the water and strokes your mound. 

You close your eyes and let your fingers slide in between your folds, rubbing
and exploring.  You let out a soft moan and push a finger inside, then
another joins it and you pump them and out, arching your back as you play
with yourself. 

"Very nice."

You jump, your eyes shooting open.  Obi-Wan is standing a foot away staring
at you, goofy grin on his face.

"What the hell are doing in here?" You snap.  "I said I wanted to be alone." 
Not to mention you were disappointed it wasn't Qui-Gon with an apology. 

Obi-Wan squats down next to the tub.  "I wanted to talk to you.  I don't want
to come between you and Qui-Gon..."

"Too late," you interrupt.  "Go away, I can guarantee there is no chance of
you getting any more sex from me tonight, so don't waste your time."

Obi-Wan smiles ruefully.  "I'm not looking for sex.  Qui-Gon is too stubborn
to apologize, but he is sorry, if you would just..."

"No, I'm not going to go fuck him or forgive him unless he apologizes.  Why
don't you go blow him?  I know you would love to wrap your..."

Obi-Wan grits his teeth.  "Would you please, stop interrupting me, thief."

"No, I won't stop, brat."

Obi-Wan sighs.  "You're quite impossible to talk to.  Do you love Qui-Gon?"

"You know I do.  Would I still even be here if I didn't?  I mean he let you
spank me! Do you know how humiliating that was for me?"

"I'm not going to apologize for the spanking, you needed that and you
humiliated me today too, you made me look like a clumsy oaf."

You sigh, he had a point, you hated that.  "I'm sorry about what happened
earlier," you reach up and rub his bald spot.  "It should grow back quickly."

Obi-Wan smirked.  "If it doesn't you get another spanking."

You chuckle.  "I think you like this spanking thing a little too much. 
You're going to be begging me to mistreat you just so you have an excuse to
put me over your knees."

Obi-Wan waggles his eyebrows. "Hmmm....as long as the mistreatment doesn't
include armed robbery, I might be willing to play that game with you."

"I'll bet you would be." 

You study each other for several minutes.  "Are we actually getting along?" 
Obi-Wan asks with a lopsided grin.

"I guess we are, but don't let it go to your head," you warn. "I still plan
on tormenting and teasing you.  I'm not a naturally nice person.  It's never
been just you, I'm a bitch to everyone except Qui-Gon."

"That makes me feel so much better," he says as he leans over the tub and
gives you a soft kiss on the forehead. 

"Enjoying your bath, thief?" Qui-Gon asks, his deep voice echoing of the bare
walls.

"Have you come to apologize?" You ask stiffly.

"No, it was quiet, so I came to make you two hadn't drowned each other in the
bath."

"Ha!" You snort.  "You came to make sure your padawan wasn't getting what you
want -- sex!"

Qui-Gon's eyes darken and his lips thin as he glares at you.  You glare right
back at him. 

Obi-Wan stands up.  "I'll leave you two alone..."

"No, you stay," you snap at Obi-Wan.  "Qui-Gon likes it when you watch, so
you can watch us fight!"

Obi-Wan looks questioningly at his Master, but Qui-Gon doesn't even notice,
his eyes have drifted down to your bare body and the water washing gently
over it.  You slide your hand back under water and begin stroking yourself
again. "Obi-Wan was watching me masturbate, do you want to watch Qui-Gon?"

Qui-Gon's hand slips inside the sleep pants he had changed into and he begins
to stroke his stiff cock.  "I've already watched you today, thief.  I want to
make love to you."

You spread your legs, splashing water onto Obi-Wan, and slide two fingers
inside, rocking your hips against your hand.  "Apologize."

Qui-Gon steps out of his sleep pants and kneels by the bathtub.  "What am I
apologizing for?"

"For your general imperious attitude and for letting Obi-Wan spank me."

Qui-Gon smirks. "The spanking didn't arouse you?"

You smile sheepishly.  "It did, but still...next time you spank me and let
Obi-Wan watch."

Qui-Gon's hand enters the water and glides over your submerged flesh.  "I
think I would enjoy that.  Is that okay with you, Obi-Wan?"

Obi-Wan nods, his hand inside his pants, stroking his already erect-again
cock.

You smile at both of them.  "I still haven't heard the magic words, Qui-Gon,"
you protest, even as your writhe under his touch.

"I'm sorry, thief," Qui-Gon says sincerely, leaning down and kissing your
lips softly.

You withdraw your fingers and stand up in the tub, smiling widely.  "In that
case, you may scoop me up, toss me on the bed and ravish me!"

Qui-Gon chuckles, grabbing you and throwing you over his shoulder, carrying
you to the bedroom.  As he tosses you on the bed you hear Obi-Wan say, "She's
wet!"

You and Qui-Gon both laugh as you spread your legs and he moves between them,
impaling you with a quick, hard thrust.  "I like her wet, padawan," Qui-Gon
answers.

Obi-Wan pulls off his pants and lays down in the bed next to you.  "It's your
bed and your woman," Obi-Wan smirks, his hand traveling over your breasts.

Qui-Gon moves hard and fast inside of you, his arousal so great, you knew he
wasn't going to last long.  You wrap your legs around him as he slams his
hips into you, pushing you back on the mattress.  You thrust your hips
upward, matching his urgency with your own.  You turn your head to Obi-Wan. 
"Kiss me," you tell him in a sultry whisper, know it will send Qui-Gon over
the edge.

Obi-Wan moans and presses his lips to yours, his tongue thrusting eagerly
into your mouth, his hands still roving over your breasts.  You battle
Obi-Wan's tongue with your own and dig your fingernails into Qui-Gon's back.

Qui-Gon grunts with each stroke, pushing his cock deep, the friction sending
amazing sensations surging through your nerves.  Qui-Gon's breath catches and
his body tenses as he climaxes.  His body spasms frantically into yours, his
seed filling you.  After his body slows, he withdraws and rolls off of you,
stretching out beside you on the bed.

Obi-Wan and you are still kissing and his hand slides immediately down your
stomach and dives between your legs, sliding in the wetness that Qui-Gon left
there.
You tear your mouth away from Obi-Wan, gasping for air. 

Qui-Gon rolls to his side, snuggling next to you, nuzzling and kissing your
neck and collarbone.  "I love you, my sweet thief," he whispers.

"I love you too, Qui-Gon," you whisper, with a smile, turning your head to
kiss him. 

Obi-Wan inserts a finger inside your wetness and you turn your head back to
him. "Remember what I said about there not being any chance of you getting
any more sex tonight?" You ask.

"Yes..." he says as he latches on to a nipple and suckles it, causing you to
shudder.

"I meant it."

Obi-Wan releases your nipple with a groan. "Let me guess, you want to be
alone with Qui-Gon." 

"No, you can stay, but I'm not having sex with you."

"I can stay?  Really?"  Obi-Wan asked, withdrawing his finger from you.

You chuckle.  "Yes, really."

Obi-Wan smiles.  "I can sleep with you?"

You have to smile at his genuine emotion.  You roll toward Qui-Gon.  "You
don't mind if he stays do you?"

Qui-Gon wraps his arms around you, snaking his thick leg between yours. 
"What are you up to now, brat?"

You shrug.  "Nothing.  I think Obi-Wan and I have to come to a mutual
understanding."

"And what would that understanding be?"  Qui-Gon asks suspiciously.

You glance at Obi-Wan, smiling deviously.  "That I get to torment and tease
him as much as I want and he occasionally gets to have sex with me, when I
want it and when you want it."

"When, exactly did we agree to that?"  Obi-Wan asks, grinning.

You laugh.  "Take it or leave it."

"I'll take it."

You give him a short kiss on the lips.  "You're smarter than you look, brat. 
You don't snore do you?"

"No, I don't," Obi-Wan answers with a grin, kissing your cheek lightly. 
"Goodnight, thief."

You snuggle up to Qui-Gon, sighing with contentment.  Obi-Wan throws an arm
over you and buries his face in your hair. 

"If you drool in my hair, I'll hurt you, brat."

"Your hair is already wet, so what difference would it make?"  Obi--Wan
mumbles. 

"Yes," you say dryly.  "My hair is wet, but not with your spit!"

"I don't drool anyway.…"

"You better not..."

"Both of you, QUIET," Qui-Gon interrupts.

"Yes, Master," Obi-Wan replies obediently.

"Have something better for my mouth to do?"  You ask with a smirk.

~ 5/27/00 ~