The Length of Your Body
Rating: R
Disclaimer: No, I don't own Obi (damn it!). I do own Adamé however. Thanks to George for letting me play a little matchmaker in my stories. No money is being made from this....yet..... :o)
Summary: This is a little bit of smut, a little bit of not. Think of it as kind of later sub-story from The Fight For Rimald chapters I have been posting. This whole situation begins three weeks after the Battle for Naboo. If you have any Enya CD's (preferably Paint the Sky with Stars) listen to "The Memory of Trees". That is the music I have imagined for this.
Oh yes. Please review.
~*~* My hands are two travelers they've crossed oceans and lands
Yet they are too small for the continent of your skin
Wandering, wandering I could spend my whole life
Traveling the length of your body each night ~*~*
Jewel / Jupiter
They lay tangled in each other's arms like a basket intricately woven, limbs knotted in every which way. Her hands traced languid circles up his arm as his head lay sheathed in her long black hair. Her tresses smelled so sweet, like a cascade of flower petals and the dew from the early morning sun.
Obi-Wan Kenobi kissed her waves in the moonlight, as she nuzzled her head against his throat. His hands skated up her thighs and up to her hip. He needed no light to locate her elaborate black tattoo, he could sense its complex pattern by the feel of her skin and outlined the shape of it with his forefinger. It was an incredibly sensitive zone on Princess Adamé Ladow's body, and she voiced her vulnerability with a quiet whimper.
He kissed her forehead and whispered, "I love you."
To Adamé, these simple words had an ocean of meaning. Never before had someone loved her the way Obi-Wan had done in the last night. No one had ever given so much of his inner soul to her the way he had. She had made love to others before, but the experience was nothing like this. From the moment she climaxed along with him, she knew how deep his affection went for her, and how much she loved him. She knew then, that the statement "you'll know when you really love someone when you feel physical pain when they leave you" was absolutely true.
"Adamé?" Obi-Wan murmured before placing a delicate kiss on her neck.
She turned to him then, to look in his eyes, to know where he really was. "I would give my life for you, Obi-Wan Kenobi. You and no other," her words were soft and seemed to flow out of her lips caress his own as she spoke.
Adamé ran a finger over his top lip before Obi-Wan caught it in his mouth and suckled lightly on it. She smiled at him, the smile he would never tire of seeing. It warmed his heart, and brought the light into his life that he thought he would never find. She was so beautiful. And so young at only twenty-two, still naive in ways. She was his match though. He was still only twenty-five, but felt ten years younger when he was next to her. Qui-Gon had told him never to be involved with Royalty, for they were only destined to break a Jedi's heart. Never in Obi-Wan's life had he heard a statement so false.
He slid his arms to bundle her up in his strong frame. She was small, thin, but nicely curved and defined. Obi-Wan sometimes found himself wondering whether or not she was real. He was taught that sometimes the best things in life were surreal illusions of the mind. He hoped that she was not.
Her kisses trailed up to his chin where she nuzzled him again, purring gently. She loved the way he smelled, so musky. Her hands found their home on his skin, they were as weary travelers looking for a place to rest themselves.
He closed his eyes. "I love to be with you."
"As I love to be with you," she timidly responded,.
He paused. "I love to be--" and smirked. "in you."
Adamé made a slight chuckle and kissed him. She tasted of luscious berries and fragrant fruits. Her lips were as crimson as the rose itself, and could capture his heart in a mere word. He captured her hand and proceeded ravish her wrist. She watched with the most profound love sketched in her eyes.
No one would have believed it. A princess and a Jedi. Traveling the length of their bodies each night.
~*~ Okay. Well, thanks for paying attention to that as long as you did. Now jump on the good foot and do the bad thing---REVIEW THIS! Right now. Please.
Rating: R
Disclaimer: No, I don't own Obi (damn it!). I do own Adamé however. Thanks to George for letting me play a little matchmaker in my stories. No money is being made from this....yet..... :o)
Summary: This is a little bit of smut, a little bit of not. Think of it as kind of later sub-story from The Fight For Rimald chapters I have been posting. This whole situation begins three weeks after the Battle for Naboo. If you have any Enya CD's (preferably Paint the Sky with Stars) listen to "The Memory of Trees". That is the music I have imagined for this.
Oh yes. Please review.
~*~* My hands are two travelers they've crossed oceans and lands
Yet they are too small for the continent of your skin
Wandering, wandering I could spend my whole life
Traveling the length of your body each night ~*~*
Jewel / Jupiter
They lay tangled in each other's arms like a basket intricately woven, limbs knotted in every which way. Her hands traced languid circles up his arm as his head lay sheathed in her long black hair. Her tresses smelled so sweet, like a cascade of flower petals and the dew from the early morning sun.
Obi-Wan Kenobi kissed her waves in the moonlight, as she nuzzled her head against his throat. His hands skated up her thighs and up to her hip. He needed no light to locate her elaborate black tattoo, he could sense its complex pattern by the feel of her skin and outlined the shape of it with his forefinger. It was an incredibly sensitive zone on Princess Adamé Ladow's body, and she voiced her vulnerability with a quiet whimper.
He kissed her forehead and whispered, "I love you."
To Adamé, these simple words had an ocean of meaning. Never before had someone loved her the way Obi-Wan had done in the last night. No one had ever given so much of his inner soul to her the way he had. She had made love to others before, but the experience was nothing like this. From the moment she climaxed along with him, she knew how deep his affection went for her, and how much she loved him. She knew then, that the statement "you'll know when you really love someone when you feel physical pain when they leave you" was absolutely true.
"Adamé?" Obi-Wan murmured before placing a delicate kiss on her neck.
She turned to him then, to look in his eyes, to know where he really was. "I would give my life for you, Obi-Wan Kenobi. You and no other," her words were soft and seemed to flow out of her lips caress his own as she spoke.
Adamé ran a finger over his top lip before Obi-Wan caught it in his mouth and suckled lightly on it. She smiled at him, the smile he would never tire of seeing. It warmed his heart, and brought the light into his life that he thought he would never find. She was so beautiful. And so young at only twenty-two, still naive in ways. She was his match though. He was still only twenty-five, but felt ten years younger when he was next to her. Qui-Gon had told him never to be involved with Royalty, for they were only destined to break a Jedi's heart. Never in Obi-Wan's life had he heard a statement so false.
He slid his arms to bundle her up in his strong frame. She was small, thin, but nicely curved and defined. Obi-Wan sometimes found himself wondering whether or not she was real. He was taught that sometimes the best things in life were surreal illusions of the mind. He hoped that she was not.
Her kisses trailed up to his chin where she nuzzled him again, purring gently. She loved the way he smelled, so musky. Her hands found their home on his skin, they were as weary travelers looking for a place to rest themselves.
He closed his eyes. "I love to be with you."
"As I love to be with you," she timidly responded,.
He paused. "I love to be--" and smirked. "in you."
Adamé made a slight chuckle and kissed him. She tasted of luscious berries and fragrant fruits. Her lips were as crimson as the rose itself, and could capture his heart in a mere word. He captured her hand and proceeded ravish her wrist. She watched with the most profound love sketched in her eyes.
No one would have believed it. A princess and a Jedi. Traveling the length of their bodies each night.
~*~ Okay. Well, thanks for paying attention to that as long as you did. Now jump on the good foot and do the bad thing---REVIEW THIS! Right now. Please.