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Did I make a mistake? Qui-Gon thought to himself.
He could have just ignored the kiss, pretended as though he hadn’t seen them, like he’d been distracted by something, perhaps checking his nails for dirt. He could have just let them continue as they had been, hiding their affections until the day came to drop her back on Mandalore. That would have been easier.
No, of course, it hadn’t been a mistake. Obi-Wan was finally opening up, their conversations getting easier and more productive. Satine had been relying on him more too, confiding in him when she didn’t feel she could talk to his Padawan (usually because she wanted to talk about him). They needed him, he knew that, he just hadn’t anticipated how annoying it would become.
The young couple mostly kept to themselves at first, already so accustomed to sneaking around and hiding from him, but it didn’t take long for them to start pushing the boundaries. ‘Some handholding and the occasional kiss on the cheek’ quickly evolved into lingering caresses and kisses whenever they wanted. At first, Qui-Gon had even thought it was sweet, seeing how they looked at each other, how much they made each other smile. Now, it was driving him mad.
That morning he’d walked into the main hold to find Obi-Wan in the galley with his back to the entrance, a small delicate hand pressed into his back, another set of slender fingers combing through his hair, small slippered feet seeming to float in mid-air. It took the Master longer than it should have to make sense of the scene, realizing Satine must be sitting on the counter only after her face appeared, her eyes closed and lips parted, her head rolling back as his apprentice pressed his lips to her neck. Qui-Gon recoiled in horror, backing away quickly, thanking the Force that neither of them had sensed his presence, allowing him the chance to slip away unnoticed. He walked quickly to his quarters, desperate to escape the fog of hormones that seemed to be seeping through the ship like poison gas. He needed to get out.
That’s what had brought him to this moment, standing in the cargo hold before his young companions with a packed bag, about to make an extremely questionable decision.
“I need to get away for a night,” he said plainly, watching their reactions closely. Satine’s cheeks pinked almost immediately, her eyes wide, glancing over at Obi-Wan, who had managed to keep his focus forward and his expression cool, but he couldn’t hide the unmistakable fire behind his eyes, this is a terrible idea, “I need to recenter myself, and I just can’t do that on this ship.” The planet they were hiding on wasn’t particularly beautiful, mostly grassy planes and rocky outcroppings, but anything would be better than spending another night with these two.
“This is because of us isn’t it?” Satine asked, blushing slightly. For someone without access to the Force, she was extremely intuitive.
“Of course not,” Qui-Gon lied, “I just need some solitude, to reconnect with the Force, too long on a ship always takes a toll on me.” Obi-Wan wrinkled his brow, giving him a suspicious look, having never heard his Master complain of such issues in the past. “I’ll keep my commlink on if you need anything, and please keep the channel open on the ship in case I need to check in,” he said, brushing past all the other questions he saw in his Padawan's eyes, “we have been extremely cautious, and there are no indications that anyone knows we’re here so I don’t anticipate any problems, but please, please just stay put until I return tomorrow afternoon.”
“When you say stay put, do you just mean in the ship, or on the planet as well?,” Obi-Wan said with a devilish grin.
“Obi-Wan, please don’t —.”
“Relax Master,” the young man said with far too much confidence, “honestly, what more trouble do you think I’m going to get it? I’m not going to take the ship for a joy ride, I’m just going to keep doing the bad thing you already know I’m doing.”
Heat rose to Qui-Gon’s face as he stared down his Padawan, glancing sternly at Satine as she stifled a laugh. If only he could learn to shut his mouth.
“That was too far wasn’t it?” Obi-Wan asked, his features twisted in a grimace, his posture slouching to one side, “I apologize, Master.”
“Don’t make me regret this,” Qui-Gon growled, finally able to complete his sentence. With that he turned his back to them, eager to get on his way before he changed his mind, and without a word, he opened the exterior door and walked out into the balmy unrecycled air.
*
As if she were dancing, Satine walked down the short corridor into the cockpit on the balls of her feet, popping a small, round chocolate into her mouth, savoring the bittersweet taste on her tongue. She could hear him pressing buttons, double and triple checking the ship’s security systems before they turned in for the night. She found Obi-Wan in the pilot’s chair, leaning over the controls, only in his trousers, the lean muscle on his back drawing her full attention. Neither of them had bothered to get fully redressed after the first time they’d torn each other’s clothes away in the cargo hold, Qui-Gon having left on his trek mere minutes before. He was a mess, his hair sticking out in different directions, the tie at the bottom of his braid coming undone, a visible bite mark on his shoulder. She nibbled on her lip as she watched him work, more than ready for round three (or was it four? Call it three and a half.).
With a few final button presses, he leaned back in the chair and swiveled around, a roguish smile creeping across his lips as his eyes settled on Satine leaned against the wall, the knot of her robe tied loosely around her waist. All he had to do was look at her like that and she was already melting, desire pooling low in her belly.
“Come here,” she whispered, leaning her head back to rest against the wall, her fingers playing delicately along the neckline of her robe. He didn’t hesitate, standing from his seat in the pilot’s chair and stepping toward her, not stopping until he was boxing her in, his hands pressing into the metal wall, his lips stalling just millimeters from hers.
“Yes, Your Highness?” Obi-Wan asked in a low, teasing tone. She could feel the heat from his body so close to hers, the smell of tea and sex on his skin, she wanted to devour him whole. Leaning forward, Satine tried to capture his mouth with hers, whimpering as he pulled back, a wicked look in his eye. When she reached for him, he grabbed her wrists, pressing her back to the wall, her arms pinned to either side of her head.
Obi-Wan pressed his body against hers, his lips dropping to her neck, carving a line of hungry kisses down her throat and over her pulse. Satine moaned, reveling in the way he took control, wanting nothing more than to surrender to his every whim, always fully aware that she held all the power. All she had to do was say stop and he would release her faster than a hyperspace jump, but as his teeth scraped over her collarbone, any notion of stopping him vanished.
“You can use the Force,” she breathed, whimpering as his insistent kisses paused on her skin.
“What?” He asked, pulling back to look at her, his eyebrows pinched in the center.
“The way you did at the palace when I tried to touch your hair,” she purred, her lips curled in a seductive smile. The moment on Pravia had thrilled her, the feeling of his power circling her wrists so strange and intoxicating, she’d been trying to work up the courage to ask him to repeat the act ever since.
“I’m really not supposed to be doing that,” he said with a small laugh and a question in his stare.
“You’re really not supposed to be doing any of this,” she retorted, smiling at the arched eyebrow she received in return. She bit her lip, hoping to give him an extra push, “and I really liked it when you did.”
Suddenly his hands released her wrists, dropping to her waist and pulling himself tighter against her as he finally pressed his lips to hers, hungry and urgent, her arms still pinned to the wall by unseen hands, lengthy fingers curled delicately around her wrists. She moaned as he bit her lip, soothing his tongue over the spot before licking into her mouth. His hands began to explore her body, one dropping to her ass, the other trailing up her ribs, his thumb brushing over the peaked nipple visible through the thin fabric of her robe.
“You taste like chocolate,” he purred against her lips, “very naughty.”
Lust crackled over her skin, his voice like velvet and electricity. They had discovered Qui-Gon’s stash of sweets shortly after round two, agreeing not to take too many. It seemed they may disagree on how many was too many. He pressed his mouth back to hers, moaning like she was the best candy he’d ever tasted, the Force around her wrists tightening slightly, then loosening again the way his warm, eager hands did on her body.
“What else can you do, Jedi?” She whispered, smiling as he groaned.
“I’m honestly not sure,” he breathed, his attention returning to her neck, “I’ve never done anything like this before.” Satine felt excitement wash through her system at the idea of exploring his powers with him, of them experiencing something for the first time together.
“We could— experiment if you’d like,” she hummed, her voice just as desperate as she felt. It was easy to forget he was a Jedi. When he was holding her, kissing her softly, running his fingers through her hair, it was easy to forget just how powerful he was. She wanted to feel his power, to be at the mercy of his mind. She wanted to remember he was a Jedi.
Obi-Wan pulled back to look at her, his hands still on her body, “is that what you want?” He asked, a strange mixture of lust and concern in his eyes. Satine nodded eagerly, her breathing shallow, her heart racing, “and you’ll stop me if you’re uncomfortable.” Another nod and he was kissing her again, deep and ravenous, pressing her hard against the wall before releasing his physical hold on her and stepping back, moving farther and farther away until he was seated back in the pilot’s seat, leaning to one side with his legs spread wide, his eyes fixed on her as he stroked his chin.
The anticipation was almost too much to bare as she watched him thinking, trying to decide what he wanted to do and how exactly to do it. She would never admit how long she had been fantasizing about this, that she had wondered what he could do with the Force before she’d even wondered how it would feel to kiss him. First, she felt the knot on her robe release, the garment falling open at the front. She felt it push over her shoulders, the invisible grip on her wrists easing her arms down until the silky fabric fell from her skin, pooling on the ground. Free from the robe he pulled her wrists over her head, putting her naked body on full display for him, the metal wall cold on her back.
A whimper fell from her lips as she felt a light touch swirling over her sensitive nipples, soft pinches causing her breath to catch in her throat. His hands seemed to be all over her, long calloused fingers grazing lovingly over every patch of her skin. She couldn’t count how many there were, one pair holding her wrists, one pair massaging her breasts, one on her ass, one on her thigh, then more and more. It was already too much and so far from being enough, his gaze still immovably on her.
“Tell me what you want,” he growled.
“More,” was all she managed.
A sharp gasp escaped her lips as she felt Force trail between her legs, her eyes going wide as she realized what he was trying to do. Her heart raced, the anticipation alone making her body buzz. She didn’t stifle the moan on her lips as she felt pressure at her entrance, he was always teasing her, even with his mind. Obi-Wan hummed her name, pulling her gaze to his, a question in his mesmerizing stare. “Yes,” she whispered, a strangled whimper in her mouth as the feeling of a single long finger pressed inside her. Satine struggled to keep her eyes open as she watched him chew on the inside of his cheek, his desire straining noticeably in his trousers, his fingers gripped in the fabric covering his thighs. She spread her legs slightly as if to give him more access before realizing he probably didn’t need it.
“Still good?” He asked.
“So good,” she moaned, the sensation inside her growing to two fingers, sliding easily in and out of her, wet hot lust beginning to drip down her legs as he held her pinned to the wall. Her head rolled back, closing her eyes for several moments and just enjoying the strange feeling of his mind physically possessing her body with long lazy strokes. She let herself relax against the wall, leaning against the cold surface as the ghostly hands around her wrists held her upright. It felt like he was worshiping her, covering her body in adoration. It was ecstasy.
When Satine opened her eyes again, she was treated to a truly stunning and obscene sight. Obi-Wan had pulled his straining member from his trousers and was slowly stroking himself, his eyes still glued to her, squirming and moaning under the influence of his power, the vulgar smile on his lips making her heart skip. She wanted to touch him, to feel the heat of his body against her, to taste his salty skin. A wild thought bloomed in her mind like a tempting flower, the idea possessing her thoughts as she watched him, able to think of nothing else. When his expression changed, cocking his head to the side, intrigue written all across his features, she thought he might have sensed some of what she was thinking.
“Let me go,” she breathed, the invisible hands on her body releasing immediately, her arms coming to rest back at her sides. A few beats passed as they just stared at each other, Satine breathing hard and urging her body to move. On unsteady legs, she stepped toward him, her Jedi sucking on his tongue as he watched her sink to the floor in front of him. A soft, invisible cushion protected her bare knees from the cold, hard metal of the floor and she smiled, realizing he must have deduced what she had in mind. Running her hands up his thighs, she stared into his eyes and grabbed a hold of his waistband, tugging insistently until he lifted his hips, allowing her to undress him, not for the first time that day.
Immediately her mouth was on him, her insatiable hunger taking full control, her mind left behind long ago. She kissed the juncture of his hip, trailing her lips to the base of his erection, then licking the flat pad of her tongue up his hard length, moaning as she felt one of the phantom fingers press back inside her. Wrapping her hand around the base, she flicked her tongue over the tip, savoring the slightly salty taste and looking up through her eyelashes at him leaning back in his chair, anticipation brimming in his eyes. She sucked teasingly at the head, pulling off with a pop and running her tongue in a circle as he moaned softly.
The unseen presence inside her grew as she closed her lips around him and slid down the stiff evidence of his desire, relishing in the sounds he made. He was rarely as loud as she wanted him to be, always stifling noises of pleasure and biting back moans, cautious not to be overheard, but right now he seemed to be unable to quiet his need. She wondered if he could feel both her mouth on his flesh and the Force he was wielding inside her.
“You look incredible,” Obi-Wan growled in a way that sent static across her skin, his fingers lightly tangled in her golden hair, “moaning around my cock like that.” Satine felt herself clench around the invisible presence thrusting in and out of her body, the filthy words in his refined tone licking like flames over her skin. She moaned, swallowing him down deep and feeling his muscles tense at the sensation, his groans sounding more like a purr as she increased her pace.
The gentle touch of imperceptible fingers returned to her skin as the pressure inside her pulled away, leaving her empty. She whimpered in frustration, not slowing her pace as a pair of hands gripped her hips, fingers spread wide across the front of her thighs. The cushion beneath her knees began to move backward as he shifted her position, tilting her hips up as if to make room for a second Obi-Wan behind her.
Satine moaned around him as a much larger Force pressed inside her, stretching her open and filling her with need. It felt incredible, though it didn’t quite feel like him, not the way the hands did. It felt smaller, though not by much, and lacked the blazing heat of his body, but it was curved in a perfect way, pressing insistently against that spot deep inside her that he liked to curl his fingers against.
It was overwhelming, his straining desire thick and heavy in her mouth, his moans in her ears, his mind filling her body over and over. The thrusts began to come hard and fast as his fingers tightened in her hair, holding on as she sucked him harder. One particularly strong thrust pushed her forward onto his length. She choked, pulling off for a brief moment as she coughed, diving back down and moaning loudly before he could ask if she was okay, swallowing around him and reveling in the strangled sound he made.
The thrusts were dictating her pace now, sinking her lips down his length along with the steady pounding rhythm inside her body. Satine let out a high-pitched whine as she felt a delectable pressure swirling over that sensitive bundle of nerves right in the center of her, the sensation quickly proving too much. She pulled back slightly, licking and sucking hard on the tip of his erection as she continued to pump her hand up and down in time with the insistent push building an untamable storm deep inside her.
With a sharp, strangled cry she let his length fall from her mouth, her muscles tightening around nothing but pure Force as he pushed her over the edge with his mind, the intensity making her feel dizzy. She had no time to get her bearings, climax still gripping her body as he pulled her into his lap. She couldn’t be sure if it was his strong warm hands that lifted her off the floor or the grip of his undeniable power, but she went willingly, eagerly, wanting to feel him as close as she could.
Warmth filled her body as she sunk down onto him, his lips devouring the moans that fell from hers. Fingertips digging into the flesh of her ass, he tilted her hips up, thrusting up into her and sending more and more pleasure skittering through her body. All she could do was hold onto him, her nails digging deep crescent moons into the lightly tanned skin on his back.
“I’ve wanted to get you like this for so long,” he purred against her lips, “since the first time you crawled into my pilot’s chair.” Satine moaned, his sultry satin tone sending shivers down her spine. She remembered a time when all she wanted him to do was shut up, now she wished she could listen to the hum of his lust-laced voice forever. “I doubt I’ll ever fly again without thinking about you in my lap.”
“Obi-Wan,” she cried as he buried his face in her neck, wrapping his long, strong arms around her slight frame, pulling her hips flush with his and rocking against her, the feeling of him grinding down deep inside of her making it feel like she might overflow, pressure building again, her body already begging for release, “Ben, please!”
The delicate and hypnotizing touch of his power returned to that perfect spot between her thighs, urging her closer and closer to oblivion, his teeth nipping exquisitely at her pulse, fingertips pressing hard into her hips. She clung to him, listening as his breathing became erratic, his pace stuttering slightly as he fought to hold off his own satisfaction, desperately searching for hers. For a moment she forgot the galaxy, forgot her title, forgot her name as he possessed her entirely, her body, her mind, her ghost belonging to Obi-Wan Kenobi alone.
Feral moans fell silent as a wave of sheer bliss washed over her, her muscles tightening once again, this time feeling his solid, warm body respond eagerly with his own release, filling her up completely. Her name fell from his lips as he gasped for breath, pulling back to find her mouth with his. They breathed each other's air as they rode through their combined pleasure, the atmosphere around them warm and thick with lust.
Several minutes passed while they worked to recapture their breath, foreheads pressed together, slick with sweat. She was still shaking, still clinging to him as she felt him softening inside her. Gently, he tipped her forward, placing a small kiss on her lips as he pulled himself out, neither of them bothering to clean up the mess just yet. Slowly he brought his hand to curl around the back of her neck, his fingers dancing over the apex of her spine, his thumb stroking her jaw tenderly.
“You’ve really never done that before?” Satine breathed, her voice not yet recovered.
“No,” he replied with a husky laugh and a shake of his head, “I’ve heard others at the academy talk about it, but I’ve never tried it myself.” His cheeks were pink, hair sticking up like he’d been electrocuted, skin glistening with salty sweat. He was gorgeous.
“You’re a very fast learner,” she said with a smile, pressing her lips gently to his, feeling his body relax.
“I couldn’t quite figure out the— larger member,” he said sheepishly, clearing his throat, “but you seemed to enjoy yourself.” Always the perfectionist. He’d just given her the most intense sexual experience of her life and he was already giving himself notes, looking for ways to do better, to be better.
“I believe you used the word cock earlier,” Satine corrected in a low, teasing tone, smiling wickedly as he flushed an even brighter shade of pink. She shifted forward, her arms slung around his neck, and kissed him hard, drawing a moan from somewhere deep in his chest, “that was unbelievable,” she whispered against his lips.
“It’s easy with you,” he breathed, “the Force feels so open to me, feels almost as if it likes you.”
Maybe it likes me for you, she thought, leaning back to look at him, maybe it likes us.
With a dark chuckle, Obi-Wan tipped back in his chair, pitching her forward again, catching her mouth with his, the kiss far too gentle and soft for what they’d just been doing. Satine melted forward as his fingers tangled in her hair. “How does a shower sound?” He whispered against her mouth, pressing another delicate kiss to her lips.
“Are we actually going to get clean?” Satine asked, a sarcastic bite in her tone.
“I can’t make any promises.”