FIC: Wet (1/1)
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emmagrant01This is what happens when I work at home. I don't get any work done. But there is lovely fic for all of you!
Title: Wet
Author: Emma Grant
Rating: NC-17 (of course)
Pairing: Obi/Siri
Warnings: Chan (Siri is 17 - hey, so was I, once)
Summary: Padawans Obi-Wan and Siri are on a survival exercise together. Guess what happens?
Disclaimer: Lucas and Watson. No money made. Like someone would pay for this?
Feedback: Please give me feedback, beta-style. Okay, I'll take any feedback I can get. This is for the siri_tachi list, so I want it to be good! It ends abruptly. Thoughts?
Note: Inspired by Contagious by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
helens78. This is about as PWP as I get! Anyone who's read The Moonflower Festival will recognize this scene as Qui's story about his first time. *grin*
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Heh.
Siri Tachi tried very hard not to smirk, but it was so tempting.
Obi-Wan sat shivering in his wet clothes, trying to warm his hands over the small fire they'd finally managed to find enough wood to start.
Serves him right, she thought. I told him that old bridge looked unstable. Of course, she didn't have to let him fall ten meters into the icy cold river below. She probably could have done something to break his fall. Well, she did sprint down to the river's edge and throw a line from her utility belt out to catch him as he was being swept downstream. She did pull him in all by herself -- the water was so cold that his muscles were starting to cramp towards the end. And she gathered enough wood to start this fire.
He shivered again, not meeting her eyes. His hair was dry now, but his clothes were completely soaked. She frowned slightly at that. The temperature was dropping fast, and it would dip below the freezing point overnight. Even with Jedi warming techniques, he would lose a lot of body heat.
Not that I care. Serves him right. She fidgeted with a rock at her feet. Still, if he was not feeling well in the morning, it would slow them down. They ought to reach the meeting point by mid-afternoon. If they were delayed for any reason, then this torturous exercise would continue even longer. They had been dropped off in the middle of nowhere on this relatively undeveloped planet two days ago for a fairly routine survival exercise. Qui-Gon and Adi Gallia were waiting for them at pre-arranged coordinates.
She looked up at him again. He looked miserable -- wet, unhappy, cold, sad, frustrated. She realized she had rarely seen him as anything but serene. He actually looked sort of human at the moment. He flicked his sea green eyes up at her, and her insides twisted strangely. Force, he's pretty cute.
She smacked herself mentally and looked away again. Where did that come from? She'd never thought of him that way before. Well, she hadn't been thinking about boys that way for very long, anyway. She was 17 years old, and her tastes in men tended more towards beautiful, inaccessible boys -- celebrities she occasionally had the chance to meet, for example. She even lost her virginity a few months ago with a well-known member of a boy band behind a night club on Coruscant. She'd managed to screw three of the four other members over the course of the next few months. It was a hobby of sorts. She hated that band's music now.
She forced her attention back to Obi-Wan, who was shivering even more noticeably. And here I sit in my dry clothes. She grimaced slightly at her own selfishness. She stood and removed her robe.
"You should really get out of those wet clothes. We can hang them up to dry by the fire overnight. You can wear this." She held out the robe. It wouldn't fit him well, but it would keep him warm, at least.
His eyes widened. "What about you? You're going to be cold tonight without it."
"Not as cold as you'll be if you don't get out of those clothes." She gestured towards him with the robe. He stood and took it from her, eyes still wide. She turned her back to him to offer him privacy. It actually felt good to warm her back that way. Her ass had been getting mighty cold on the ground.
"You know," Obi-Wan began as he was undressing, "I think that the point of the exercise was that you and I learn to cooperate."
She tensed and barely resisted the urge to turn and look at him, curiosity mingling with her instant feeling of defiance. Why did he have that effect on her?
He continued, his voice calm and even. "When Qui-Gon left, he told me that I would learn a valuable lesson from this experience. I thought he meant that I would learn patience."
"Oh, really?" The smirk came back easily, though he couldn't see it. "The Perfect Padawan has to learn to be patient with lesser life forms like me?"
Obi-Wan sighed behind her. "Why do you think that of me?"
"Why?" She paused. Wasn't it obvious? "Well, you..." she paused again. Maybe it wasn't obvious. "You are perfect. I'm better than you at some things, but you always manage to make yourself look so good that no one notices. Whenever I do anything with you, you always take charge immediately. You don't listen to my suggestions. You wouldn't have fallen in that river today, for example, if you'd listened to me."
"I know."
"No, I don't think you do." She tuned around and caught a glimpse of his bare behind as he leaned over to pick the dry robe from the ground. She froze, mouth open slightly. He turned back to see her staring at him, and quickly wrapped the robe around himself. She squeezed her eyes shut and blushed. "Sorry. I didn't mean to-"
"Yes, you did," he interrupted. She opened her eyes to see a small smirk on his face. It was an expression she'd never seen before.
She revealed a controlled smirk of her own. "Well, maybe I did. Can you blame me? I don't get to see naked men very often."
He sat down by the fire again. "Me either. What were you saying?"
She sat on the ground next to him. "I have no idea." She shivered slightly. It was getting cold quickly tonight.
"You were listing the reasons why you dislike me so much."
She snorted. "Are you always this blunt? Obi-Wan, I don't dislike you. I just... You're just..." She picked up the rock again and drew a design in the dirt by her feet.
Obi-Wan watched for her a moment. "Well, as I said before, I thought that I had to learn something about patience here. But today, when I was struggling in the water and you threw the line out to me, I almost didn't catch it. On purpose, I mean. I wanted to get out of there myself, especially after you told me you thought the bridge wouldn't hold us." He paused, watching her scratch a perfect circle in the dirt by firelight. "I should have listened to you, but instead I dismissed your suggestion without thought. I was so convinced that I was right."
Siri chewed her lower lip for a moment. "I could have caught you before you fell into the water, but I didn't. I let you fall. I wanted to teach you a lesson about ignoring me. It was prideful and stupid." She looked up and met his gaze steadily. "I'm sorry. You might have been hurt, and then we would have both failed this exercise because of my pride."
He smiled gently. "I wouldn't have fallen in the first place were it not for my pride. You did teach me a lesson after all. Thank you."
She tried to contain her surprise, but couldn't help gasping softly. She blushed immediately and looked down, but forced herself to look up again. He was smiling at her in a way he never had before. He usually just looked through her.
She shivered. "It's going to be cold tonight. Maybe we should try to get settled for the night." They removed their sleep sacks from their survival packs and shook them out. She glanced over at his sack. "Did it get wet?"
"No, thank the Force. That would have made it a pretty miserable night."
"It will be pretty miserable anyway, I think." She paused, considering. "You know, we would stay a lot warmer if we fastened our sacks together. We could at least share body heat that way."
He glanced sharply at her, and then his features softened considerably. "All right."
She immediately forced down the panic that rose in her throat. What was I thinking? He's naked and beautiful and... She closed her eyes and tried to calm her suddenly racing hormones down. Could she sleep next to him like this, knowing that he was naked? What she'd seen of his body had impressed her quite a bit, and the thought of his warm body pressed against her in the darkness brought a slight ache between her legs. Oh, no , not now...
Once she was aroused it was difficult to get her mind on anything else. She sighed. "Are you sure you're okay with this?" she asked.
Obi-Wan glanced up from his efforts to unfasten the edges of his sleep sack. "With what?"
"With sleeping with me. Does that make you uncomfortable?"
He didn't even blink. "No. Why should it?"
He couldn't be that naive. "Never mind."
Minutes later, they were huddled together in the sleep sack, staring up at the starry sky in silence. Siri was counting backwards from 100 in Huttese in a vain attempt to get her mind off of the fact that Obi-Wan had shed her robe and placed it on the ground beneath them to further insulate their bodies from the cold ground. She had tried to avert her eyes as he'd arranged the sleeping sack on top and slid inside. But she couldn't help but look just a little. Either shrinkage was a myth or she had cause to be quite impressed.
Her hand brushed his hip slightly and she jerked it away as if she were burned. "I'm sorry," she muttered through gritted teeth.
"Sorry for what?" he asked, turning on his side to face her.
She sighed dramatically. "Obi-Wan, I'll just say it. You're naked. I can't help but feel a bit... weird about that."
"Why?"
She turned to look at him, expecting a smirk, but seeing only curiosity on his face. She laughed. "You're kidding, right?"
He twisted his mouth in a strange expression and looked away briefly. "I thought... Siri, can I ask a personal question?"
"Sure" She turned onto her side to face him.
"Are you and Jeli still..."
"Oh. Oh, Force," she grinned. "No, that was... We fooled around a lot, but... She and her master have been away from Coruscant for almost a year now."
"Oh. What about Amali?"
"That was just... She was... I don't know. I was only 16, you know."
He grinned. "Oh, and you're so much more grown up now?"
She grinned back. "Well, yes, as a matter of fact, I am." Silence stretched between them for a moment. "Why do you ask?"
"I thought maybe... I thought you only liked girls."
"I thought you only liked boys," she shot back, raising an eyebrow.
"So did I." His gaze remained fixed on her.
Oh.
She bit her lip, uncertain. Should she? Was that an invitation? He licked his lips almost unconsciously.
She pushed him onto his back and pressed her mouth on his, gently at first. His lips parted easily and she found herself falling into him, kissing him wildly. He whimpered and wrapped his arms around her back, pulling her close to him. Her hands wandered down his torso, finding him already hard. She wrapped one hand around his cock and stroked it, plunging her tongue into his mouth in a similar rhythm.
He moaned beneath her, and one hand slid down to enclose hers, slowing down the pace of her strokes, showing her where to linger and how much pressure he liked. She removed her hand momentarily and slid two fingers into herself. His whimper of protest turned into a groan of pleasure as she stroked him again with added slickness.
"Oh, fuck, yes, that's..." he mumbled into her mouth. She shivered at the words. She'd never heard him swear in her entire life. She broke the kiss and smiled down at him, continuing to slide her hand up and down on his cock.
She paused to touch herself again, and then he gasped at the sensation of a slick hand stroking him once more. "Well?"
"Well what?" he sighed.
She grinned. "You seem to be enjoying this. Have you decided that you might like girls too?" She twisted her hand on the upstroke.
He sucked in his breath. "Fuck, Siri... Enjoying is not quite the word I would use." He closed his eyes briefly. "But so far it's not very different from..."
She let go of his cock and rolled onto her back, pushing her leggings down and off of her body. "Touch me." She took his hand in hers and placed his fingertips in the carefully trimmed hair at the cleft of her thighs. She spread her knees apart slightly and gazed at him. He shifted up onto one elbow and watched her face carefully as he slid his fingers forward. She closed her eyes as she felt his fingers everywhere at once, stroking down the outer edges of her labia, with one finger grazing her clitoris before stroking down the middle. She sucked in her breath slightly at that touch, and he tried to repeat it, a little firmer this time.
"No," she whispered, "more gently. Light touches, not like what you'd use on yourself." He repeated the combing stroke slowly, lightly. She whimpered slightly as he brushed her clit again and again.
"Should I touch you there?"
"Yes, but... carefully" she whispered, spreading her legs a little more. He found the knob with his fingers and circled it slowly, experimentally. She could feel his intense gaze on her even with her eyes closed. This was just what she needed - a nice, slow burn. The fingers sped up slightly in their movement, and that felt nice too. A shiver went through her groin and she gasped. Oh, inside, need... She realized she should say it aloud.
"Could you put your fingers inside me?"
"Ummm... sure." She felt his fingers slide down to her entrance, swirling to gather moisture. "Wow, you're... really wet," he said softly. "That must be nice."
She had to giggle at that. Then swirling fingers were torturing her. Just fuck me already she thought, clenching her teeth against saying the words out loud. The waiting was too delicious. Then, quite suddenly, his hand dipped lower and one wet finger pushed into her anus.
Her eyes flew open in surprise. She was about to protest, but he pushed the finger in further, and then twisted it as he pulled it back out. She gasped in surprise, and then moaned. "Oh, fuck..."
He grinned at her. "I knew that this wasn't what you meant, but... I take it you like it?"
"Oh, yes, keep doing that... oooohh..."
He leaned over her sideways and kissed her softly. She felt his thumb come back up to circle her clitoris, while he fucked her slowly with one finger. Then he sucked lightly at her lips, and licked across them.
The metaphor was clear, and she moaned softly as he continued to flick lightly at her mouth with his tongue. And his finger was still moving, fucking her ass slowly. She'd never even thought about anal sex before, but suddenly it sounded quite appealing. His thumb was moving faster now, circling her clit steadily. Oh, so close... Just a little more pressure and...
She reached down and pressed his thumb lightly with her fingers. He understood and applied more pressure. She felt the orgasm coming quickly, and cried out as it hit her in waves, leaving her gasping for breath.
He withdrew his hand and grinned at her. "Wow, that was-"
"Don't stop there! Come here! Now!" She opened her arms and gestured for him to get on top of her.
He stared blankly at her. "What?"
Her patience was growing thin. "Hurry, damn it!"
He climbed on top of her, clearly uncertain what she wanted from him. He gasped sharply when she wrapped her legs around his hips and pressed the head of his cock against her clitoris. "Move," she whispered hoarsely.
"How?" he asked, slightly exasperated.
"Just move. Do what comes naturally."
He shifted his hips slightly, thrusting against her, feeling the warm folds of skin caressing his cock with every stroke. He moaned slightly. "Oh, that's-"
She cried out again and clenched his ass cheeks hard with her fingers, controlling his movements. Yes, just like that... And she came again, more intensely, crying out more loudly than before.
She held him still while she recovered, finally opening her eyes to see him gaping at her. "Is there more where that came from?"
She grinned. "I don't know. Sometimes there are three. Usually just two when I masturbate, but..."
"When you masturbate?" He closed his eyes.
"Too much information?"
"No, just the opposite. Can I...? Do you want me to..."
"Yes, fuck me." She turned onto her stomach beneath him. He raised his hips as she pulled her knees under her. "And try to get the right hole this time."
He laughed, but his hands trembled slightly as they guided the head of his cock into her. She sucked in her breath at the sensation of being filled. He was larger than any of the other guys she'd been with. It was an interesting sensation to have something of that girth inside her.
He moaned as he started to pull out. She joined him when the head of his cock pressed against a sensitive spot inside her. Never felt that before, she thought. He pressed back in, and she angled her hips back slightly so that he would brush against that spot again.
"Oh, fuck... are you enjoying this as much as I am?"
He groaned in response.
"Can you go a little faster?"
"I won't last long," he whispered.
"That's okay," she replied. "It won't take much." He started stroking into her faster, and she braced herself with one hand while slipping the other between her thighs to rub her clitoris briskly.
It didn't take long for her to realize that she wasn't going to come again, and she decided to just enjoy the ride. She felt a sudden surge of pleasure that caught her by surprise, and then Obi-Wan shouted something incoherent and pressed deeply into her.
He collapsed onto her then, breathing heavily. He kissed her shoulder and slid out of her body.
"What do you think?" she asked.
He rolled onto his side, still recovering from his orgasm. "I can't," he responded. "Who can think at a time like this?"
She giggled. "Too much blood in the wrong head?"
"Something like that." He turned to her. "We should probably talk about this in the morning."
She smiled. "Yes, you're right. We probably should." She wriggled closer to him and rested her head on his shoulder. He slipped his arms around her. She was warm.
And very glad he had gotten so wet that afternoon.
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FIN
Title: Wet
Author: Emma Grant
Rating: NC-17 (of course)
Pairing: Obi/Siri
Warnings: Chan (Siri is 17 - hey, so was I, once)
Summary: Padawans Obi-Wan and Siri are on a survival exercise together. Guess what happens?
Disclaimer: Lucas and Watson. No money made. Like someone would pay for this?
Feedback: Please give me feedback, beta-style. Okay, I'll take any feedback I can get. This is for the siri_tachi list, so I want it to be good! It ends abruptly. Thoughts?
Note: Inspired by Contagious by
helens78. This is about as PWP as I get! Anyone who's read The Moonflower Festival will recognize this scene as Qui's story about his first time. *grin*****************************************
Heh.
Siri Tachi tried very hard not to smirk, but it was so tempting.
Obi-Wan sat shivering in his wet clothes, trying to warm his hands over the small fire they'd finally managed to find enough wood to start.
Serves him right, she thought. I told him that old bridge looked unstable. Of course, she didn't have to let him fall ten meters into the icy cold river below. She probably could have done something to break his fall. Well, she did sprint down to the river's edge and throw a line from her utility belt out to catch him as he was being swept downstream. She did pull him in all by herself -- the water was so cold that his muscles were starting to cramp towards the end. And she gathered enough wood to start this fire.
He shivered again, not meeting her eyes. His hair was dry now, but his clothes were completely soaked. She frowned slightly at that. The temperature was dropping fast, and it would dip below the freezing point overnight. Even with Jedi warming techniques, he would lose a lot of body heat.
Not that I care. Serves him right. She fidgeted with a rock at her feet. Still, if he was not feeling well in the morning, it would slow them down. They ought to reach the meeting point by mid-afternoon. If they were delayed for any reason, then this torturous exercise would continue even longer. They had been dropped off in the middle of nowhere on this relatively undeveloped planet two days ago for a fairly routine survival exercise. Qui-Gon and Adi Gallia were waiting for them at pre-arranged coordinates.
She looked up at him again. He looked miserable -- wet, unhappy, cold, sad, frustrated. She realized she had rarely seen him as anything but serene. He actually looked sort of human at the moment. He flicked his sea green eyes up at her, and her insides twisted strangely. Force, he's pretty cute.
She smacked herself mentally and looked away again. Where did that come from? She'd never thought of him that way before. Well, she hadn't been thinking about boys that way for very long, anyway. She was 17 years old, and her tastes in men tended more towards beautiful, inaccessible boys -- celebrities she occasionally had the chance to meet, for example. She even lost her virginity a few months ago with a well-known member of a boy band behind a night club on Coruscant. She'd managed to screw three of the four other members over the course of the next few months. It was a hobby of sorts. She hated that band's music now.
She forced her attention back to Obi-Wan, who was shivering even more noticeably. And here I sit in my dry clothes. She grimaced slightly at her own selfishness. She stood and removed her robe.
"You should really get out of those wet clothes. We can hang them up to dry by the fire overnight. You can wear this." She held out the robe. It wouldn't fit him well, but it would keep him warm, at least.
His eyes widened. "What about you? You're going to be cold tonight without it."
"Not as cold as you'll be if you don't get out of those clothes." She gestured towards him with the robe. He stood and took it from her, eyes still wide. She turned her back to him to offer him privacy. It actually felt good to warm her back that way. Her ass had been getting mighty cold on the ground.
"You know," Obi-Wan began as he was undressing, "I think that the point of the exercise was that you and I learn to cooperate."
She tensed and barely resisted the urge to turn and look at him, curiosity mingling with her instant feeling of defiance. Why did he have that effect on her?
He continued, his voice calm and even. "When Qui-Gon left, he told me that I would learn a valuable lesson from this experience. I thought he meant that I would learn patience."
"Oh, really?" The smirk came back easily, though he couldn't see it. "The Perfect Padawan has to learn to be patient with lesser life forms like me?"
Obi-Wan sighed behind her. "Why do you think that of me?"
"Why?" She paused. Wasn't it obvious? "Well, you..." she paused again. Maybe it wasn't obvious. "You are perfect. I'm better than you at some things, but you always manage to make yourself look so good that no one notices. Whenever I do anything with you, you always take charge immediately. You don't listen to my suggestions. You wouldn't have fallen in that river today, for example, if you'd listened to me."
"I know."
"No, I don't think you do." She tuned around and caught a glimpse of his bare behind as he leaned over to pick the dry robe from the ground. She froze, mouth open slightly. He turned back to see her staring at him, and quickly wrapped the robe around himself. She squeezed her eyes shut and blushed. "Sorry. I didn't mean to-"
"Yes, you did," he interrupted. She opened her eyes to see a small smirk on his face. It was an expression she'd never seen before.
She revealed a controlled smirk of her own. "Well, maybe I did. Can you blame me? I don't get to see naked men very often."
He sat down by the fire again. "Me either. What were you saying?"
She sat on the ground next to him. "I have no idea." She shivered slightly. It was getting cold quickly tonight.
"You were listing the reasons why you dislike me so much."
She snorted. "Are you always this blunt? Obi-Wan, I don't dislike you. I just... You're just..." She picked up the rock again and drew a design in the dirt by her feet.
Obi-Wan watched for her a moment. "Well, as I said before, I thought that I had to learn something about patience here. But today, when I was struggling in the water and you threw the line out to me, I almost didn't catch it. On purpose, I mean. I wanted to get out of there myself, especially after you told me you thought the bridge wouldn't hold us." He paused, watching her scratch a perfect circle in the dirt by firelight. "I should have listened to you, but instead I dismissed your suggestion without thought. I was so convinced that I was right."
Siri chewed her lower lip for a moment. "I could have caught you before you fell into the water, but I didn't. I let you fall. I wanted to teach you a lesson about ignoring me. It was prideful and stupid." She looked up and met his gaze steadily. "I'm sorry. You might have been hurt, and then we would have both failed this exercise because of my pride."
He smiled gently. "I wouldn't have fallen in the first place were it not for my pride. You did teach me a lesson after all. Thank you."
She tried to contain her surprise, but couldn't help gasping softly. She blushed immediately and looked down, but forced herself to look up again. He was smiling at her in a way he never had before. He usually just looked through her.
She shivered. "It's going to be cold tonight. Maybe we should try to get settled for the night." They removed their sleep sacks from their survival packs and shook them out. She glanced over at his sack. "Did it get wet?"
"No, thank the Force. That would have made it a pretty miserable night."
"It will be pretty miserable anyway, I think." She paused, considering. "You know, we would stay a lot warmer if we fastened our sacks together. We could at least share body heat that way."
He glanced sharply at her, and then his features softened considerably. "All right."
She immediately forced down the panic that rose in her throat. What was I thinking? He's naked and beautiful and... She closed her eyes and tried to calm her suddenly racing hormones down. Could she sleep next to him like this, knowing that he was naked? What she'd seen of his body had impressed her quite a bit, and the thought of his warm body pressed against her in the darkness brought a slight ache between her legs. Oh, no , not now...
Once she was aroused it was difficult to get her mind on anything else. She sighed. "Are you sure you're okay with this?" she asked.
Obi-Wan glanced up from his efforts to unfasten the edges of his sleep sack. "With what?"
"With sleeping with me. Does that make you uncomfortable?"
He didn't even blink. "No. Why should it?"
He couldn't be that naive. "Never mind."
Minutes later, they were huddled together in the sleep sack, staring up at the starry sky in silence. Siri was counting backwards from 100 in Huttese in a vain attempt to get her mind off of the fact that Obi-Wan had shed her robe and placed it on the ground beneath them to further insulate their bodies from the cold ground. She had tried to avert her eyes as he'd arranged the sleeping sack on top and slid inside. But she couldn't help but look just a little. Either shrinkage was a myth or she had cause to be quite impressed.
Her hand brushed his hip slightly and she jerked it away as if she were burned. "I'm sorry," she muttered through gritted teeth.
"Sorry for what?" he asked, turning on his side to face her.
She sighed dramatically. "Obi-Wan, I'll just say it. You're naked. I can't help but feel a bit... weird about that."
"Why?"
She turned to look at him, expecting a smirk, but seeing only curiosity on his face. She laughed. "You're kidding, right?"
He twisted his mouth in a strange expression and looked away briefly. "I thought... Siri, can I ask a personal question?"
"Sure" She turned onto her side to face him.
"Are you and Jeli still..."
"Oh. Oh, Force," she grinned. "No, that was... We fooled around a lot, but... She and her master have been away from Coruscant for almost a year now."
"Oh. What about Amali?"
"That was just... She was... I don't know. I was only 16, you know."
He grinned. "Oh, and you're so much more grown up now?"
She grinned back. "Well, yes, as a matter of fact, I am." Silence stretched between them for a moment. "Why do you ask?"
"I thought maybe... I thought you only liked girls."
"I thought you only liked boys," she shot back, raising an eyebrow.
"So did I." His gaze remained fixed on her.
Oh.
She bit her lip, uncertain. Should she? Was that an invitation? He licked his lips almost unconsciously.
She pushed him onto his back and pressed her mouth on his, gently at first. His lips parted easily and she found herself falling into him, kissing him wildly. He whimpered and wrapped his arms around her back, pulling her close to him. Her hands wandered down his torso, finding him already hard. She wrapped one hand around his cock and stroked it, plunging her tongue into his mouth in a similar rhythm.
He moaned beneath her, and one hand slid down to enclose hers, slowing down the pace of her strokes, showing her where to linger and how much pressure he liked. She removed her hand momentarily and slid two fingers into herself. His whimper of protest turned into a groan of pleasure as she stroked him again with added slickness.
"Oh, fuck, yes, that's..." he mumbled into her mouth. She shivered at the words. She'd never heard him swear in her entire life. She broke the kiss and smiled down at him, continuing to slide her hand up and down on his cock.
She paused to touch herself again, and then he gasped at the sensation of a slick hand stroking him once more. "Well?"
"Well what?" he sighed.
She grinned. "You seem to be enjoying this. Have you decided that you might like girls too?" She twisted her hand on the upstroke.
He sucked in his breath. "Fuck, Siri... Enjoying is not quite the word I would use." He closed his eyes briefly. "But so far it's not very different from..."
She let go of his cock and rolled onto her back, pushing her leggings down and off of her body. "Touch me." She took his hand in hers and placed his fingertips in the carefully trimmed hair at the cleft of her thighs. She spread her knees apart slightly and gazed at him. He shifted up onto one elbow and watched her face carefully as he slid his fingers forward. She closed her eyes as she felt his fingers everywhere at once, stroking down the outer edges of her labia, with one finger grazing her clitoris before stroking down the middle. She sucked in her breath slightly at that touch, and he tried to repeat it, a little firmer this time.
"No," she whispered, "more gently. Light touches, not like what you'd use on yourself." He repeated the combing stroke slowly, lightly. She whimpered slightly as he brushed her clit again and again.
"Should I touch you there?"
"Yes, but... carefully" she whispered, spreading her legs a little more. He found the knob with his fingers and circled it slowly, experimentally. She could feel his intense gaze on her even with her eyes closed. This was just what she needed - a nice, slow burn. The fingers sped up slightly in their movement, and that felt nice too. A shiver went through her groin and she gasped. Oh, inside, need... She realized she should say it aloud.
"Could you put your fingers inside me?"
"Ummm... sure." She felt his fingers slide down to her entrance, swirling to gather moisture. "Wow, you're... really wet," he said softly. "That must be nice."
She had to giggle at that. Then swirling fingers were torturing her. Just fuck me already she thought, clenching her teeth against saying the words out loud. The waiting was too delicious. Then, quite suddenly, his hand dipped lower and one wet finger pushed into her anus.
Her eyes flew open in surprise. She was about to protest, but he pushed the finger in further, and then twisted it as he pulled it back out. She gasped in surprise, and then moaned. "Oh, fuck..."
He grinned at her. "I knew that this wasn't what you meant, but... I take it you like it?"
"Oh, yes, keep doing that... oooohh..."
He leaned over her sideways and kissed her softly. She felt his thumb come back up to circle her clitoris, while he fucked her slowly with one finger. Then he sucked lightly at her lips, and licked across them.
The metaphor was clear, and she moaned softly as he continued to flick lightly at her mouth with his tongue. And his finger was still moving, fucking her ass slowly. She'd never even thought about anal sex before, but suddenly it sounded quite appealing. His thumb was moving faster now, circling her clit steadily. Oh, so close... Just a little more pressure and...
She reached down and pressed his thumb lightly with her fingers. He understood and applied more pressure. She felt the orgasm coming quickly, and cried out as it hit her in waves, leaving her gasping for breath.
He withdrew his hand and grinned at her. "Wow, that was-"
"Don't stop there! Come here! Now!" She opened her arms and gestured for him to get on top of her.
He stared blankly at her. "What?"
Her patience was growing thin. "Hurry, damn it!"
He climbed on top of her, clearly uncertain what she wanted from him. He gasped sharply when she wrapped her legs around his hips and pressed the head of his cock against her clitoris. "Move," she whispered hoarsely.
"How?" he asked, slightly exasperated.
"Just move. Do what comes naturally."
He shifted his hips slightly, thrusting against her, feeling the warm folds of skin caressing his cock with every stroke. He moaned slightly. "Oh, that's-"
She cried out again and clenched his ass cheeks hard with her fingers, controlling his movements. Yes, just like that... And she came again, more intensely, crying out more loudly than before.
She held him still while she recovered, finally opening her eyes to see him gaping at her. "Is there more where that came from?"
She grinned. "I don't know. Sometimes there are three. Usually just two when I masturbate, but..."
"When you masturbate?" He closed his eyes.
"Too much information?"
"No, just the opposite. Can I...? Do you want me to..."
"Yes, fuck me." She turned onto her stomach beneath him. He raised his hips as she pulled her knees under her. "And try to get the right hole this time."
He laughed, but his hands trembled slightly as they guided the head of his cock into her. She sucked in her breath at the sensation of being filled. He was larger than any of the other guys she'd been with. It was an interesting sensation to have something of that girth inside her.
He moaned as he started to pull out. She joined him when the head of his cock pressed against a sensitive spot inside her. Never felt that before, she thought. He pressed back in, and she angled her hips back slightly so that he would brush against that spot again.
"Oh, fuck... are you enjoying this as much as I am?"
He groaned in response.
"Can you go a little faster?"
"I won't last long," he whispered.
"That's okay," she replied. "It won't take much." He started stroking into her faster, and she braced herself with one hand while slipping the other between her thighs to rub her clitoris briskly.
It didn't take long for her to realize that she wasn't going to come again, and she decided to just enjoy the ride. She felt a sudden surge of pleasure that caught her by surprise, and then Obi-Wan shouted something incoherent and pressed deeply into her.
He collapsed onto her then, breathing heavily. He kissed her shoulder and slid out of her body.
"What do you think?" she asked.
He rolled onto his side, still recovering from his orgasm. "I can't," he responded. "Who can think at a time like this?"
She giggled. "Too much blood in the wrong head?"
"Something like that." He turned to her. "We should probably talk about this in the morning."
She smiled. "Yes, you're right. We probably should." She wriggled closer to him and rested her head on his shoulder. He slipped his arms around her. She was warm.
And very glad he had gotten so wet that afternoon.
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FIN
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Date: 2003-02-26 09:06 pm (UTC)More useful comments later. I really have got to nail "Biochem" into shape, since I've been promising to do that all frickin' week long. Must. Must. Must.
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Date: 2003-02-27 06:40 am (UTC)This could *so* fall into the realm of TMI, as discussed earlier in the comments for "Contagious."
And I'm really amused by how often we're playing up the "Obi-Wan is slack" thing. There are certainly going to be Obi-Wan fics where he isn't slack, but...
At the moment it's hard for me to think of Obi as heterosexual. I think that my approach is going to be "don't ask don't tell" for a while. He'll either be open about having been with me men or it will be left ambiguous. It will probably be a while before I'll be ready to write him as anything other than relatively inexperienced with women. Of course, that's part of what was going on in this sex scene - he wasn't exactly sure what he was doing, but I wanted it to be obvious that he wasn't completely inexperienced.
More useful comments later. I really have got to nail "Biochem" into shape...
Looking forward to both of those. BTW, see my own comments below. Yes, I gave myself feedback! (Is that pathetic or what?)
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Date: 2003-02-27 08:17 am (UTC)This could *so* fall into the realm of TMI, as discussed earlier in the comments for "Contagious."
I'm beginning to think we should slap a warning on the Siri LJ stories... *bwoop bwoop bwoop warning warning warning* This is a test of the TMI warning system. If this were a real warning, reading Emma and Helens's comments to each other would be very likely to end up being too much information. This is only a test. *bwoop bwoop bwoop* That or have separate "research and TMI" posts which would discuss particular character motivations and positions and the genesis of these stories in RL...
At the moment it's hard for me to think of Obi as heterosexual.
I went from "Obi-Wan is asexual, and doesn't do anything except fight evil, even in the bathroom" to "Obi-Wan? Sex? OK, good... Qui-Gon? Sex? OK, even better... Obi-Wan? Sex WITH Qui-Gon? No... wait, yes! Yes! Why didn't I think of this before?" The poor guy never even had a chance to be het for me. ;) I might have to do something about that later. ("Why does everyone think I have a crush on my master? He's my best friend, and I do love him, but he's Not My Type.")
It will probably be a while before I'll be ready to write him as anything other than relatively inexperienced with women.
This is one of the reasons I was interested in the Qui/Siri scene in "Coming Out," actually -- seeing what Qui would do with a woman, since he'd been with them in the past. I might have to pair Qui with Siri at some point...
It looks like a lot of comments I would have made are already in my response to your self-feedback, so there's not much left to say, but I'll give this one more read this afternoon and let you know if I think of anything else...
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Date: 2003-02-27 08:50 am (UTC)TMI Warning - Proceed at your own risk!
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Date: 2003-02-27 08:54 am (UTC)On the contrary, he's got all that juicy sexual chemistry with both Qui-Gon and Jango! I'm tellin' ya, aside from the two droids, Obi-Wan is the gayest character in the SW universe. Another clue: they cast Ewan McGregor. 'Nuff said. (Oh, and Sir Alec has appeared in drag on more than one occasion in movies, as well!) :P
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Date: 2003-02-27 09:05 am (UTC)mean really: in TPM he's stuck on that ship with all those nubile young handmaidens, yet when he says to Qui-Gon, "We could be stuck here a very long time!" he doesn't sound remotely excited about it. Surely if he had *any* interest in women, he would have said, "Sure, Qui-Gon, whatever. Take your time. Meanwhile, I'll stay here and guard the ship!"
ROFL! That is not only funny as hell, but completely true! I never thought of that before!
Re: Obi/Jango: Yes, there was *such* chemistry there! That scene was pretty amazing. I actually noticed it before I even got into SW slash (I've only been doing this since summer, after I ran out of decent het fan fic to read.) I read on Obi/Jango PWP once (not
Re: the casting of Ewan. *big grin* This is the man who occasionally gets drunk and poses for compromising pictures of himself with other men. I love him so.
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Date: 2003-02-27 11:04 am (UTC)Excellent idea. I've been meaning to do a "How I Learned to Love Obi-Wan (that Lying Bastard)" post, and his being gay has a lot to do with his reformation in my view. I have a LONG list of reasons why Obi-Wan is gay.
I suppose there isn't more Obi/Jango in part because they don't actually spend very much time together. Though I imagine a creative writer could get around that easily enough. For example, I can't BELIEVE there isn't a ton more "Obi being tortured on Geonosis" fic!
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Date: 2003-02-27 07:50 pm (UTC)There's one of the things I left out of the WIP list a couple days ago. Oops.
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Date: 2003-02-27 08:03 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2003-02-28 09:33 am (UTC)*bouncing* I will buy you dinner for that, I really will! Pleasepleaseplease!
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Just to play devil's advocate on this one tiny bit: they're 14 years old! My male friends who are about 24-26 wouldn't be terribly excited about being on a ship full of 14-year-old-girls, either, and they're all very interested in women. ;)
As for the rest of it... hehehehehe. Oh, and the Jango scene. Yum. There was also some chemistry with Dex, though perhaps it's better not to go there.
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Date: 2003-02-27 08:02 pm (UTC)Ya know, there's a theory that Dex is Darth Maul in disguise.....
(You ARE familiar with Sith Academy, aren't you?)
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Date: 2003-02-27 08:49 pm (UTC)Re:
Date: 2003-02-27 08:54 pm (UTC)Then again, once you walk down that Dark Path, forever will it dominate your destiny. You'll get a Maul Muse and stop writing Bail.
On second thought, put Sith Academy WAY at the end of the line! I don't want anything to distract you!
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Date: 2003-02-27 06:14 am (UTC)The biggest problem I see with this is that the shift in Siri happens too quickly. She goes from being annoyed at Obi to lusting after him almost instantly. I need to explain that a little more, and perhaps stretch it all out a bit. At the very least, I should find a way to make it seem a bit more natural that she'd sudenly want to fuck him, despite being constantly irritated by him for the last few days.
Here's a question then: Does it seem reasonable that a person could suddenly feel that way? I can convince myself that it does, that human emotions are strange things and the the line between being annoyed by someone and attracted to them is a very fine one. Does that work here, though? I'm not convinced yet, but I think that it can work.
It's funny how when you write something, the time it takes for you to get the words down is frequently so different from the time that is supposed to be passing in the story! The sex scene seems to go by very quickly now as I read it. I think it seemed so much longer because I found it really awakward to write het sex. (I tried to explain this to MDH last night, and he did not get it. How could it be easy to write two men together and hard to write what I actually have experience with?) Every sentence was difficult to word, and so the whole scene took much longer to write than a similar scene between two men would have taken. I need to expand the scene a bit, I think. More details and such. (Any arguments there? :*grin*:)
Finally, how long should the teasing and flirting stretch out? I made a decision to have them just jump on each other and get straight to work, because that really happens, especially when things seem a bit awkward between people. It's easier to just have sex than it is to think about what you're doing and what it means. Maybe you regret it later, and maybe you don't. (That sounds like QAJ!Obi talking.) On the other hand, this is fiction, and one of the goals (for me) is to explore what the sex means for the two (or more) people involved. You don't get any of that here, and I ought to do that, at least from Siri's perspective. In addition, the story might be more interesting to the reader if that tension is drawn out more.
One of my personal goals in writing fics featuring this character is not only to give increased attention to a female character in a male-dominated fandom, but also to challenge myself as a writer to expand my own ideas about women and their sexuality. I have found it extremely liberating to write slash in that it allowed me to find the boundaries of my own sexuality, and that it forced me to take a hard look at my subconsciously held notions about gender roles in relationships. Now that I am much more conscious of those, I want to push myself to write a female charcater that does not embody them. Of course, not everything I write about Siri will be done with this goal in mind, but I cannot ignore the appeal of writing about a female character who (perhaps) lives in a universe in which sexism is much less pronounced than my own.
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Date: 2003-02-27 08:08 am (UTC)When this sort of thing happens in fic, I invariably assume that the annoyance was due to the lust in the first place. Siri says that quite explicitly in "Biochem," but she doesn't mention anything quite like that here. Still, our emotions for people are very rarely one-dimensional. If it's someone you know in real life, he may annoy you like crazy, but annoyance is unlikely to be the only thing you feel for him.
The sex scene seems to go by very quickly now as I read it. [...] I need to expand the scene a bit, I think. More details and such. (Any arguments there? :*grin*:)
No argument, but I didn't feel like the sex was rushed, either. I was pretty happy with this story exactly as it was, really.
It's easier to just have sex than it is to think about what you're doing and what it means. Maybe you regret it later, and maybe you don't. (That sounds like QAJ!Obi talking.)
This is something I find extremely easy to accept in any PWP. I assume there's more going on than just the sex, but we happen to hear about the sex at this particular moment. Even in the QAJ universe, our PWPs have subtext... they may not have plot, but I think all our PWPs have character development.
On the other hand, this is fiction, and one of the goals (for me) is to explore what the sex means for the two (or more) people involved. You don't get any of that here, and I ought to do that, at least from Siri's perspective.
I would only say you ought to do that if you're going to write a "morning after" scene here. At the time this is all going on, I have a hard time seeing the characters thinking about their own motivations. Now, after a nap, or even just a few minutes after orgasm, there could be some moments of "What just happened?" -- but I don't think analytical thoughts about the sex and what it means to them are really going to fit well into this particular scene.
Hmm. Mental note: October 3, 1997.
In addition, the story might be more interesting to the reader if that tension is drawn out more.
At the risk of making you disagree with me in a big way, I really don't think writing to the reader is ever a good idea, unless you're going for a Big Philosophical Tome of some kind. (This is really what has me stalled on In Character -- trying to decide how much research I ought to do, even though I don't want to do any research at all because of how I approach RPS.) If you want to draw out that tension, some readers will like it a lot and others will shrug. But if you're not doing it primarily for yourself, I don't think it's gonna work at all.
*thumb on nose, wiggling fingers, blowing raspberry* *smooches Emma*
Of course, not everything I write about Siri will be done with this goal in mind, but I cannot ignore the appeal of writing about a female character who (perhaps) lives in a universe in which sexism is much less pronounced than my own.
I suspect part of what brings us to a bit of a disagreement about this point is that sexism is not a part of my universe the way it is for you. It could be any number of factors -- age, location, profession (or in my case, lack thereof), childhood, and on and on and on, but because I don't see sexism as being pronounced at all in my life, this particular appeal doesn't really occur to me in my own writing. That doesn't mean it shouldn't appeal to you in yours. Or in your interpretation of my stuff, for that matter.
What all this does mean to me is that you're going to end up commenting on some pieces and wanting more detail in some places, and I simply won't be interested in adding that particular detail, because it isn't a part of the story I want to tell. And there are probably lots of places where you're going to feel like you should put in details, and I'll think "but we already know what's going on there... why do you need to do that?" This is not a problem, but it does mean that the beta process is going to be rather different in the Siri universes than it has been for QAJ!
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Date: 2003-02-27 07:33 am (UTC)But what I do remember that I needed to comment on...
Your use of my most despised line in slash....Where did that come from?
<sigh> Sorry. Had to be said. And I do have other comments. Later. I'm shuffling off to bed now.
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Date: 2003-02-27 07:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-02-27 08:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-02-27 05:38 pm (UTC)<shrug> It's just my personal issue.
As you will note, I did tell you I loved it... despite that line.
Oh, I did promise comments. Damn. I'm inbetween sleep periods. Later?