Chapter 6; Something nice for tea
Author:Hyyp chick
Pairing:Obi/Ani
Rating:NC-17
Disclaimer:And still I make up everything whilst owning nothing
Summary:The make up.
Obi-wan is standing in the doorway to my cabin aboard the ship that is transporting us to Tatooine. He looks sorrowful and forlorn and asks if he can come in tentatively. I'm too busy locking my fingers together to reply. I wonder how that dent got in the ceiling?
He came in anyway even without my permission. Can he not tell that I'm still pissed at him. Wanker. Now he's asking to sit down. Where for Christ's sake? The room barely fits me in it, the bed is connected to three of the four walls and had I grown another inch I'd have to bend in the middle to fit on it. There's a table next to my head and he's already stood in the rest of the available space. Prick. I hate being in space, especially when I'm not flying, because it's cold. I pull the edges of my cloak around my body to shield me from the low temp. He takes this as an offer to sit on my bed. Bastard. Now really how do you dent a ceiling, I wonder if someone threw something at it?
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I wish he would just look at me instead of pretending to be interested in the battleship grey ceiling. I hate this ship. Everything is battleship grey. The war is bloody battleship grey. He's overreacting. Or overacting, I said I was sorry, the boy is so melo-bloody-dramatic. Damn you Anakin look at me!
I stare hard at the floor as if to find some resolution in its bleakness. I don't want to do this, why isn't sorry good enough for him?
"Anakin I..." I begin by looking at him but find that I can't so I switch to tracing over the lines on the floor with my mind. He looks so hateful.
"Anakin, I am sorry. I should have known that you would not betray me, I should have trusted you but it is so difficult for me because I don't believe I deserve you..."
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You got that right...
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"...and I can't believe that someone like you could be with someone like me. I am much older than you and Padme is pretty, and I wake up each morning expecting to find that it is all a sick dream and that truly you are not mine. I was so afraid of losing you, so afraid that it could be true that I talked myself into believing it was true, do you understand?"
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No
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I sigh heavily, I am not getting through to him. I just want to draw his attention from that damn ceiling!
"Anakin I am human, I do make mistakes, please forgive this one" I beg adding an 'I love you'.
I watch him hoping for a melting smile or a flash of those 'come-to-bed' eyes. He doesn't move. Not one muscle and I'm starting to get desperate. Maybe I've pushed him too far, maybe I've lost him and I need him so much...
"Anakin for Force sakes say something!" I holler "Hate me! Shout at me! Throw shit at me! but don't shut me out!"
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He's stood up again. He should make up his bloody mind, standing then sitting then standing again. He's shouting at me too like that's gonna make it all fucking better. You thought I was having a fucking affair you fuckwit because Master fucking Windu, who hates my fucking guts, said it was fucking so. Fuck off if you think shouting at me is going to make me fucking talk to you. I'm fucking ignoring you with perfectly good fucking reason. For fuck's sake.
Oh for the love of God this guy can't be fucking still, he's on his knees now begging my forgiveness, well kiss my ass Obi-wan! Actually...
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Anakin is furious, I can feel it in the air around him. I can't let us go to Tatooine though with this hanging on. We have to sort it out now, I have to find a way through to him.
I lay my arms out on the bed and find the coarse fabric of his cloak beneath my touch. Almost without thinking about it I begin to mess with it, running it through my fingers and pooling it in a heap by his side. The edge finds its way to my grasp and I drop it into the pile leaving my fingers yearning for friction and occupation. I don't know if Anakin will let me but it's worth a try, he has spurned all of my other advances.
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Great. Now I'm getting a chill in my left leg. Are you just trying to piss me off today Obi-wan? Gold star you've succeeded. And laying your fingers on my leg and stroking it wont...his hands are radiating heat, where do they get that from? I'm freezing, maybe just a little harder just to warm me up a bit, it's the least you can fucking do...
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Anakin was tense when I first touched him but almost immediately relaxed into my action and so even though he refuses to respond to me I am persevering. I continue to massage his leg with both of my hands but more purposeful than before, my fear of Anakin's rejection has abated. I'll just move a little higher...
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Now the thing with this dent is...don't you dare Master I'm pissed off with you...me and my body are gonna fall out soon if it keeps reacting without my say so, just because he touched me there just for a second it goes getting all excited. We're pissed off at him fucking penis. He's bloody smirking now, thinking he's winning because you go jumping about at the slightest hint of getting one away. Well you may have forgiven him but I haven't.
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His mood is faltering and I know he wants it, he can't stay mad at me if I do it good. The trick is to make him needy, make him beg, bring him to the edge and leave him at it, letting him go only when I know all is forgiven. Anakin's normally in control he's good at this sort of stuff,guess it's time to see if I've learned anything from him.
I begin by moving between firm pressure on his thigh to light feathered touches in the crease of his groin, sporadically groping him and then taking his pleasure away...
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For fuck sake, fucking tease, I forgive just get on with it...
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Then my hand moves to cup him and I squeeze gently before rubbing his swelling through the rough fabric of his robes. He's still staring at that God damned ceiling but blinking furiously now and shifting his body to accommodate me, and his lips are drying. I stop.
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To remove my utility belt! It isn't even in the way! Mind the 'saber...oh that's right crease my tunic so I look a right state when we arrive on Tatooine...oh those lips, so warm on my freezing torso, keep going, keep going, keep...come back!
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I have reached the edge of his leggings with my kisses and he's tied them so tight I can't undo them! There we go, now there they go...
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Stop smirking and get on with it!
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It impresses me every time I see it, I pale in comparison. Anakin is aching for my touch and even though he's still not speaking to me he's using the Force to convey his urgency. Well if we're going to be using the Force...
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Fuck no he can't do that! They only work on the weak minded! Obviously my dick is weak minded 'cause it's fucking working...
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He can't stand it and I smile as I watch his body arch and writhe to find my hand, in need of real touch, real friction, and if the council could see my use of the Force right now. He's panting, his arms are clinging to the wall behind his head, prying him into my grasp and...he is watching me. Not the bloody ceiling. Me.
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come on Master you know patience has never been one of my strongest qualities, you're fucking forgiven...
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I give in to his pleading eyes and wrap my mouth around his painful erection. He's hot and pushing up into me. I let my tongue lap at him and I tear my teeth along his length...
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"I can't last!". Fuck, I spoke. Bollocks and shit.Oh please Obi-wan, please...
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I can feel him tightening, I can feel the vibrations and he is going to lose control. And he does, and my God that boy looks sexy when he orgasms, it is the most perfect sight even though he is a shivering grunting mess. I suck him dry but I won't swallow. I mean I usually do but not this time.
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... ... ... Ok ... no really I'm... ... I'll be alright in a... I'm...Fuck that was good... ...Fuck I wish I could breathe...or speak...or think. What's he doing?
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//Trust me Anakin//
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"Trust you? Why are you tele-speaking?"
Oh dear Force,God, Fuck. His lips have just closed around my own and he's spilling come into my mouth. Mine. And it's...I can taste me on his tongue and I'm really getting off on this, it's hot!
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Anakin is pulling on my neck and searching my mouth for any drops he may have missed. 'You're forgiven' He breathlessly mumbles when we part.
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'I love you' He says with a smile, and everything will be alright.