Author: Dorotea
Title: ABH: Trip to the Mall
Rating: This part R for language, eventually NC-17
Summary: You take Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan to the mall.
Author's Notes: Thanks to BJ for this plot bunny! It is all your fault.
Archive: If you so please.
Feedback: Always welcome (begged for) at DSenjak@aol.com

Trip to the Mall Part 1:


You are driving your Volkswagon Jetta down the interstate. You glance over
at Qui-Gon, who is sitting next to you in the front seat. He has a death
grip on the door handle. You quickly dart from the left lane to the middle
lane to avoid a slow moving granny. You are going about 90 mph. You
continue to dart between lanes, increasing your speed to 100 mph.
"You must have Jedi reflexes," Qui-Gon says tensely.
You glance over at him, "You think? Wow, can I have a lightsaber?"
"No," he answers flatly. "Watch out for that vehicle!"
You swerve onto the shoulder, avoiding a minivan going 55 in the left lane.
"Goddamn! Stay out of the fucking left lane!" you scream as you swerve back
into the lane.
"Language," Qui-Gon says sternly.
You sigh, "Excuse me. I meant, please keep your POS minivan out of my way,
thank you kindly. Better?"
Qui-Gon just sighs.
"What does POS mean?" Obi-Wan asks from the back seat.
"It means, piece of shit. And thank you kindly means 'fuck you'," you answer
gleefully. Throwing a smile at Qui-Gon, who returns a withering glare that
actually makes you shrink down in your seat.
Obi-Wan laughs, "Will you teach me to drive this vehicle? It looks like so
much fun."
"I'll teach whatever you want, baby!" you say looking over your shoulder at
Obi-Wan.
"Will you watch the road!" Qui-Gon yells, using the Force to move the
steering wheel, avoiding a semi.
"That is so cool!" you scream.
"Maybe Obi-Wan should drive," Qui-Gon responds.
"He can drive home, we're almost to the mall. You are going to love it. I
have a list of things I need. I need some new thongs, so we definately have
to go to Victoria's Secret."
"What is a thong?" Obi-Wan asks.
"Underwear! I can model some for you later, if you'd like." you answer
suggestively.
"Would you?" Obi-Wan asks, excitedly.
"No, she will not," Qui-Gon answers sternly.
You roll your eyes. "I could model them for you, too."
Qui-Gon knits his brows together, "That won't be necessary."
"Master, she is our hostess, I think it would be rude to refuse her
hospitality," Obi-Wan says leaning forward.
Qui-Gon gives Obi-Wan the withering glare, and Obi-Wan responds with a pout,
slumping back into his seat.
"I need to do some Christmas shopping, you will help me with that, won't
you?" you ask, using your sweet voice.
"Of course, we will," Qui-Gon answers politely.
You smile to yourself, thinking of some of the gifts you're looking for.
This was going to be so much fun. First, better get some wine or something
into Qui-Gon, that man was way too serious.
"Can we eat first?" you ask innocently.
"Yes," Qui-Gon answers.
"I know the perfect place," you say, thinking of an Italian place. You can't
have pasta without wine, at least that's what you can tell them.
"Oh, damn, that's the exit I need!" you exclaim, swerving and crossing 4
lanes of traffic. Horns blare, and you roll down your window, giving
everyone the finger.
"Fuck you!" you scream out the window the protesting drivers.
Obi-Wan laughs, "You are a horrible driver!"
"Obi-Wan is definately driving home," Qui-Gon says as you slam on the brakes
at the red light on the exit, tires screeching, stopping an inch from the
bumper of the car ahead of you.
"Obi-Baby can drive home, you can sit in the back seat with me if you like,"
you say, leering at Qui-Gon.
He ignores the leer and says, "Do not call him Obi-Baby."
"I don't mind," Obi-Wan answers quickly.
"That's good, Obi-Baby, because I'm gonna be screaming it later."

Title: Trip to the Mall 2/?
Author: Dorotea
Rating: NC-17, baby
Summary: Fun at the mall with Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan.
Author's Notes: Thanks to Monica for the idea of Obi-Wan at Hot Topics.
Thanks to Tammy for the use of her name. Special thanks to my hubby for
going to the mall with me for research and for his uncanny ability to spot
places where sexual encounters could occur. With his help this could turn
into a twenty part story! But I must ask, honey, "Acquired skill or natural
ability?"
Feedback: Pretty please at DSenjak@aol.com

"But, I've had lots of girls
most of them from other worlds
but you breakthrough
you've gotta see
you valley girls are what's for me
Earth girls are easy"
'Earth Girls are Easy,' by The N

Trip to the Mall 2/?

Three bottles of wine later and the three of you are walking through the
mall. They are both wearing their cloaks and definately stand out in the
Saturday night crowd. Obi-Wan has noticed a few girls swooning whenever he
walks by. He acknowledges their swoons with a cocky grin. Qui-Gon is
completely oblivious to the *thuds* that follow him. He seems to be relaxing
somewhat, he actually smiled a few times during dinner. Of course, he
probably hadn't realized what you were doing to Obi-Wan with your foot under
the table, unless that is why he was smiling.

"First stop, Hot Topics. I need some new clothes," you say leading them into
the small shop.
Obi-Wan begins looking around the store with great interest, but Qui-Gon
stands looking dumbstruck at the salesgirl with multiple body piercings.
"Why would anyone pierce their tongue?" Qui-Gon asks in a puzzled voice.
You snicker. "Why don't you ask her to show you. I've heard it is quite a
pleasurable sensation," you say as you lead Obi-Wan over to a glass display
case of studded leather collars.
The pierced salesgirl asks, "Can I help you?"
"Yes," you answer, "I'd like to see that one," pointing to a basic black
leather collar with silver spikes.
The salesgirl hands you the collar and you eagerly buckle it around Obi-Wan's
neck.
You smile widely, "We'll take it! Now, we just need to get you some black
vinyl pants and..."
"No," Qui-Gon says moving through the crowded store with ease, despite his
imposing size.
"Why not?" you and Obi-Wan both ask.
"I am not going to let you turn my apprentice into some kind of sex slave!"
"I don't mind, Master," Obi-Wan offers eagerly.
"Pretty please, I won't hurt him...much," you plead.
"No," Qui-Gon says firmly.
You are starting to get annoyed with his attitude. You stand on your
tiptoes, which brings you up to Qui-Gon's upper chest.
"Look at him," you say with frustration, "he should have 'fuck toy' tattoed
on his forehead! It is not healthy to make him repress his natural instincts
like this!"
Qui-Gon doesn't answer, just gives you a withering glare. Obi-Wan sighs and
unbuckles the collar, handing it back to you.
"I'll just buy it anyway, I'm sure I can find some use for it," you say
softly, not looking at Qui-Gon. "I need to get somethings for myself, new
miniskirt, platform boots, fishnet stockings..."
Obi-Wan lets out a small whimper at your list.
Qui-Gon just shakes his head.

You walk through the store picking up the skirt and boots.
Obi-Wan comes over excitedly, "Look, roll on glitter!"
"Hmm, that's nice, we'll buy a few of these."

You know you're going to have to ditch Qui-Gon. How? How? How? Suddenly a
thought occurs to you.
You pull a list out of your purse, "You know I need a lot of things, I'm
afraid we're not going to have time for everything," you say as straight
faced as possible, "Qui-Baby could you go across to Bath and Body Works and
get some massage oil? It is a gift for my friend Tammy. She loves to give
and get massages, it will be the perfect gift for her."
You look expectantly at Qui-Gon, wondering if he sees right through you. He
gives you a slight variation of the withering glare, but you see a twinkle in
his eyes. He doesn't say anything though, just stares at you.
"What?" you exclaim finally, tired of the staring contest.
"First, I do not trust you alone with Obi-Wan in this store. Secondly, I
don't know anything about massage oil. And lastly, you will NEVER call me
Qui-Baby again."

You sigh and glance around the store having lost track of Obi-Wan, you spot
him looking at the body piercing display case. He had amassed quite a lot of
merchandise in his arms. 'Qui-Gon might have a point, Obi-Wan was a little
to happy in this store,' you think to yourself. You disregard the thought
quickly, you're far too horny to be logical.
"First, I promise I will not let Obi buy anything unsuitable. I won't even
let him try on those vinyl pants. I'm just going to try on this skirt, buy
it and then we'll meet you there. Secondly, just buy any massage oil you
like, because I kinda promised Tammy that she could give you a massage
tomorrow."
He starts to protest, but you hold up your hand. "It's only a massage!
She's very good at it. You need to relax, it will be good for you!"
He huffs and massages his temples for a moment. "Fine, I will buy the oil.
We'll discuss the massage later and if you dress up my padawan in vinyl and
glitter, it will be the last thing you ever do. Do you understand?"
"Yes, thank you!" you answer happily, standing on your tiptoes to give him a
quick kiss.
He shakes his head and turns to walk out of the store.

Holy fuckable Jedi, it had actually worked! You run over to Obi-Wan.
"Okay, Qui-Baby says no to the vinyl and glitter for you, but I managed to
get rid of him, so you can help me try this on," you say holding up the very
tiny vinyl miniskirt.
He grins and puts down the merchandise, "All right, baby."
The two of you walk over to the multi-pierced salesgirl.
"I'd like to try this on and I need his help," you tell her matter of factly.
"He can't go in the dressing room with you," the salesclerk answers flatly.
"Obi-Baby, do it."
Obi-Wan waves his hand in front of the salesgirl's face, "We can go into the
dressing room together."
"You can go into the dressing room together," says the salesclerk, opening
the curtain for you.
"Thanks so much," you say bouncing into the room.

You let the curtain drop behind you and smile wickedly at Obi-Wan. He gives
you a wicked grin of his own and pushes you up against the wall of the
dressing room.
"Let's see how that skirt looks on you," he says as he begins unbuttoning
your button fly jeans.
You feel a warm rush of desire as his hand goes inside your jeans, stroking
you through your panties.
You kick off your shoes as he pulls your jeans down. You step out of them
and his hand finds his way up your leg and then between your legs, stroking
softly. You pull his padawan braid bringing his face to yours and kissing
him. He parts his lips and you slide your tongue in, exploring his mouth.

A moan escapes from you as his hand goes inside your panties, stroking your
wetness. His fingers slide between your lips and lightly over your clitoris,
hardening it. His other hand finds it's way inside of your tank top and
begins massaging your breasts, alternating between them. His touch hardens
your nipples and your tongue pushes more urgently into his mouth.
Your entire body is aching for him. You break away from his mouth.

"You have to much clothing on," you gasp.
"Yes," he agrees hoarsely. He throws off his robe and unclasps his belt,
letting them fall to ground. You unwrap his tunics and undo his pants, your
hands eagerly looking for his hard cock. You stroke him and then kneel down
and lick his shaft. You take him into your mouth, sucking him forcefully.
He moans and runs his hands through your hair.
You release his cock from your mouth and pull off your panties. He picks you
up and presses you up against the wall of the dressing room. You wrap your
legs around his hips, his hardness pressing against your opening. He teases
you, pressing against you, but not entering.
"Obi-Baby, please, I want you inside of me now," you beg.
He bites into your neck as he pushes inside of you, thrusting hard.
You moan with satisfaction as he grinds his hips into yours. You squeeze
your legs tightly around him, pushing him deeper.
"Oh, baby, you feel good," he whispers in your ear.
You bite into his neck as he begins to thrust faster, hitting your sweet
spot. You feel yourself going over the edge. "Obi-Baby, now, now," you
scream as a tidal wave of pleasure sweeps over you.
"Yes, yes," he screams as he climaxes with you, pushing you hard against the
wall, filling you with his hot liquid. Your head bangs hard against the
wall, but a minor concussion is a small price to pay for an orasm like this.

He collapses against you. "That was good," he whispers.
"Very," you agree. "But we better go find Qui-Gon before he comes looking
for us."
"Are you two finished in there?" you hear Qui-Gon's voice right outside of
the curtain.
Too late, you'd think massage oil would keep him occupied longer than that.
Obi-Wan quickly sets you down and you both redress hurridly. As you open the
curtain you realize your red lip gloss is smeared all over Obi's face and
probably your own as well.

Qui-Gon points for Obi-Wan to leave the store. Obi-Wan gives you a small
smirk and turns and walks outside the store.
Qui-Gon gives you yet another withering glare.
You smile gleefully at him and hold up the miniskirt, "It fits!"
He raises an eyebrow. "Yes, I'm sure it fit quite well, as most of the
patrons of this store, and probably the surrounding stores know."
You shrug, refusing to be embarrassed. "I would apologize Qui-Baby, but I'm
not sorry."
"Call me Master," he says in a deep voice, with a hint of amusement in it.
"Ooh, I think I like that. You know, I've been a bad, bad girl," you say
suggestively.
He smiles wickedly, moving closer to you, "Maybe I should punish you."
You smile widely, whoever said shopping wasn't a fulfilling experience?


Author: Dorotea
Title: ABH Trip to the Mall 3/?
Rating: NC-17, baby
Summary: Fun at the mall with Qui and Obi
Author's Notes: Tammy sent me a request for Qui smut last night, so I
decided to continue this (finally)!



"Call me Master," he says in a deep voice, with a hint of amusement in it.
"Ooh, I think I like that. You know, I've been a bad, bad girl," you say
suggestively'
.
He smiles wickedly, moving closer to you, "Maybe I should punish you."
You smile widely, whoever said shopping wasn't a fulfilling experience?


"This punishment doesn't involve buying clothes at Sears does it?" you ask as
you place your merchandise on the counter at Hot Topics.

"What is Sears?" Qui-Gon asks.

"Good, that is the attitude to have about Sears. I don't buy that 'softer
side' bullshit. I buy my clothes at real stores!"

As you hand the clerk you Amex card you glance at the Bath and Body Works bag
in Qui-Gon's hand.

"How did you pay for that?" you ask him.

He gives you a half grin. "Republic credits," he says proudly.

You give him a knowing smile. "I didn't know that the stores here on earth
took Republic credits."

He arches his brows and gives you satisfied grin. "They do now."

You nod and smile widely at him. "Way to go Qui-Baby!"

He frowns slightly at you.

"I mean way to go Master! I take back what I was thinking about you earlier,
you're not nearly as proper as you first appear to be!"

He gives you sly grin, and leers at you.

You sign the sales slip, toss your copy in your bag, and return his leer as
the two of you walk out into the mall.


You both look around. No Obi-Wan anywhere in sight.

"Uh oh," you say. "I hope those Deviant Obi chicks didn't grab him."

"I'm sure he could handle them," Qui-Gon states confidently.

You give him a "yeah, right" look. "Well, I have to admit, I've always kind
of wondered what he would like in drag."

"What is drag?" Qui-Gon asks.

"Nothing, nevermind. Let's continue shopping, I'm sure we'll run into him."

You grab Qui-Gon's hand and lead him in the opposite direction of Fredrick's
of Hollywood.

"Ooh, the Disney Store!" You exclaim, leading Qui-Gon inside.

A happy, shiny clerk greets you very cheerfully, "Hello, Welcome to the
Disney Store! Can I help you?"

Qui-Gon eyes her suspiciously.

You answer, "Yes, I'm looking for something big and cuddly."

She leans forward and whispers, "It looks like you already have something big
and cuddly."

You give Qui-Gon an appreciative glance, "Yeah, but I was thinking more along
the lines of a big Pooh bear for my niece."

She shrugs happily. "We have a large selection in the back of the store," she
answers pointing to a huge mound of the stuffed animals.

"Thank you," you say, walking to the back of the store.

Qui-Gon follows, looking around warily at the bright, colorful cartoon
characters that are everywhere in the store.

As you start inspecting different stuffed characters, he says, "This place is
scarier than the previous store."

You laugh and hold up a couple of different Pooh bears.
"Do you like Pooh dressed as a reindeer or the original Pooh wearing nothing
but the red shirt?"

"What do they do?"

"They don't do anything, they're just stuffed animals. You hug them, sleep
with them, throw them when your pissed, that kind of thing. Which of them do
you think is cuter?"

"I don't think either one of them is cute," he answers flatly.

"You're not helping a whole lot here, Qui-baby."

"What did you call me?"

"Qui-baby, gonna do something about it?" you reply teasingly.

He smiles evily as he picks you up and easily tosses you into the large mound
of stuffies. You squeal as stuffed animals start falling and you slide down
to the floor. You quickly launch the Pooh bears you're holding at him, one
hitting him in the head and the other bouncing off his chest. He smiles as
he picks up an Eeyore and a Simba and toss them on you. You retaliate with a
Piglet and a Mickey Mouse.

The happy, shiny clerk hurries over, "What is going on here? You can't treat
Disney characters that way!"

The two of you ignore her and the stuffed animals continue to fly until
Qui-Gon grabs you and throws you over his shoulder.

"Enough," he says.

"Put me down!" you yell, instantly realizing that it was a mistake as he
tosses you back onto the stuffed animals.

"I'm calling security!" the happy, shiny clerk exclaims, not looking so happy
and shiny now.

Qui-Gon waves his hand in front of her face. "You do not need to call
security. Nothing happened here. You are obnoxiously happy again."

"I don't need to call security," the happy, shiny sales clerk answers
cheerfully.

Qui-Gon helps you up as she walks away.

"We better get out of here," you say picking up your bag.

Qui-Gon nods and takes your hand and leads you out of the store and back into
the mall.

"We should look for Obi-Wan now," Qui-Gon says his eyes scanning the mall.

"No, lets go here first," you say leading him toward a side hall, where the
bathrooms and phones are. "I want to my new skirt on."

You spot one of the large "family" bathrooms and smile. 'Perfect', you think.
You open the door and give him a slight push. It is a lot like trying to
push a car.

"I don't think you need my help changing clothes," he says sternly, not
budging.

You frown, still leaning into him with all your weight, which has no effect
at all. "I can't reach the zipper," you explain. "You wouldn't want me to
throw out my back trying to reach it would you? Be a gentleman!"

He walks into the bathroom, causing you to fall forward, he quickly catches
you. "What were you doing?" he asks, completely unware that you had even
been pushing him.

"Nevermind," you answer quickly as you lock the door. You hand him the bag
from Hot Topics as you kick off your shoes and unbutton your jeans. You pull
them off and Qui-Gon hands you the skirt. You are happy to see his eyes
fixated on your panties. You spin around quickly, showing him the back.
"This is a thong, see, no panty lines." You spin back around and are pleased
to see his shocked expression.

"I can see that, yes. Thank you, here is your skirt," he says starting to
lose his calm control.

You grin widely at him and take the skirt. You pull on the black, micro-mini
vinyl skirt and turn around so he can zip it.

"Can I borrow your cloak for a minute, please, Master?" you ask sweetly.

Suspicion clouds his face. "Why?"

"I won't hurt it! Just let me have it for a minute."

Qui-Gon hesitantly takes off his cloak and hands it to you. You take it and
spread it out on the wide sink and then jump up on the sink. You stick your
feet out at him. "Could you put the boots on for me, please?"

He stares at your bare legs for a long moment. You wave your feet at him and
he pulls your new knee high black platform boots out of their box. He puts
on the left one first, slowly zipping it. His large hand continues up your
leg, slowly carressing your inner thigh. You let out a small moan as his
hand goes beyond your skirt. You spread your legs, allowing his fingers to
brush you between your thighs. His hand then descends and he kneels down to
put the right boot on. As he zips it up, his mouth kisses your left thigh,
his beard tickling you. His hand strokes your right leg, causing a warm wave
of lust to sweep through you.

Qui-Gon puts a hand on each of your legs, spreading them farther apart. He
stands, his hands still caressing your thighs and leans down his mouth
pressing into yours. His lips touch yours lightly at first, pushing down
more firmly as you respond to him, sliding your tongue into his mouth.

One of his hands moves to your torso, fondling your breasts. Your nipples
harden with his touch, and you whimper slightly, scooting closer to the edge
of the sink. He reaches for the bottom of your tank top and pulls it off,
tossing it on the floor.
His mouth latches onto a bare breast, while his hand massages the other
breast. You begin to moan loudly, loving the sensation of his hot wet mouth
sucking gently on your nipple. He alternates between the two as you squirm,
your lust growing rapidly.

Qui-Gon releases your breasts and removes his belt and tunics quickly. You
eagerly run your hands over his massive chest, marveling at it's hardness.
You pull him in closer and move your hands down, stroking him through his
trousers. He is already hard and you can't believe the size as you continue
to caress him. He pushes your skirt up and heavily strokes you between your
legs. He slides a finger inside your panties, stroking your wetness.

"Take them off, Master," you plead.

Qui-Gon slides his finger out and quickly grabs the panties, easily ripping
them off.
He immediately puts his hand back between your legs, exploring your sensitive
spots. He slides a finger back inside of you, moving it slowly as you moan
for more. His mouth finds yours again and he plunges his tongue into your
mouth as another finger enters you. You rock against his hand, urging him to
quicken his pace.

"I think I'm ready for something larger," you gasp, reaching for his
trousers.
You undo his trousers and pull out his large, rock hard cock. Your eyes
widen at the size and he grins at your expression.

"Are you sure you're ready?" he asks teasingly, his fingers still plunging
into you.

You nod and grin eagerly. "I can take it, Master, please give it to me," you
answer in a ragged whisper.

Qui-Gon smiles and removes his hand from you. He puts his hands on your hips
and pulls you closer to the edge of the sink. He puts his hardness at your
opening and gently pushes himself into you. You lean back on your arms as he
firmly holds onto your hips and begins thrusting into you. The size of him
stretches and fills you to the limit. Waves of pleasure sweep through you as
his strokes hit your sensitive spot.

"Harder," you plead, feeling he is holding back out of fear of hurting you.
He begins to thrust faster and harder into you as you cry out in pleasure.
Your moans of pleasure excite him and he grunts, slamming even harder into
you, his hands digging into your hips. The borderline pain mixed with the
pleasure send you over the edge and you scream out loudly as you climax.
Qui-Gon comes with you, shooting his hot liquid into you, his hips bucking
wildly into yours.

As Qui-Gon slows, he releases his grip on your hips, his hands caressing your
sides. He leans over and gently kisses you.

"That was wonderful, Master," you say softly.

"Fulfiilling?" he asks with a slight grin.

You laugh. "Very!" you exclaim.

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

A few mintutes later the two of you are walking through the mall again. You
both stop in the middle.

"I don't see him," you say looking for Obi-Wan. Qui-Gon has his back to you
and is searching in the other direction. Then you spot Obi-Wan making his
way through the crowd toward you. "Fuck!" you exclaim loudly.

"Language," Qui-Gon admonishes.

You frown. "I think I see Obi-Wan," you say worriedly.

"Fuck!" Qui-Gon exclaims as he turns and sees Obi-Wan strutting through the
mall. "What the fuck is he wearing?"

"Language!" you say in a teasing voice.

Qui-Gon gives you a withering glare.

Obi-Wan walks up and nods at the two of you. "I think I found a new Jedi
uniform, Master," he announces proudly.

You stare open mouthed at him. He is wearing skin tight black leather pants,
black boots, and an open long black leather coat. His blonde padawan braid
stands out against a tight black t-shirt.

Qui-Gon just shakes his head. "I should have known better than to leave him
alone..." he mutters under his breath.

"Works for me," you whimper.

"We'll talk about this when we get back to her house, padawan," he says
sternly.

"Yes, Master," Obi-Wan says obediently, winking at you as soon as Qui-Gon
turns away.

You give Obi-Wan a suggestive smile and pull out your car keys. "Ready to
learn to drive, Obi-baby?"



TBC?