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I give you all of me

WHO: Siri Tachi and Obi-Wan Kenobi
WHAT: Jedi’s First Seduction and a possible bathtub interlude
WHERE: Their room
WHEN: Saturday, April 12th, later in the evening
WARNINGS: Jedi sexy times

Siri was... nervous. Incredibly so, although she was hiding it determinedly in the Force. She didn’t want Obi-Wan to know. What she had planned was supposed to be a surprise. Sort of planned. It was equal parts impulsive, too.

She glanced down at what she was wearing, nervously smoothing the front of her robe. It was soft against her bare skin and flowed like the shimmersilk scraps of fabric she’d worn as Valadon. It had fallen off one of her shoulders and she hadn’t bothered to tug it back up. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath, and considering her intentions... it didn’t really matter.

The only problem was... she’d never done anything like this. Not exactly. Oh, she’d played the part of the seductive woman on a mission or two... but it had never been her. This was. Well, this was her attempt at seduction, anyway. They didn’t really outright speak about... things, and she just... well, even though it was obvious, it had to be, she wanted him to know just how much she wanted him. How much she loved him. After everything that had happened... she needed him to know. Even if she had no kriffing idea what she was doing when it came to... this. To seduction.

She smoothed her robe again and tried not to fidget as she waited for him to return.

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Another fruitless day of job hunting; Obi-Wan was beginning to think he should abandon his robes and try to fit in more. Even with the hood of his cloak up as he opened the door to their room, he was thinking about possibly not wearing it again.

As he pushed the door open, he frowned slightly. Something felt a bit...strange.

He spotted Siri as he entered the room.

"Are you all right?"

The sight of him in his robes made her smile. His words, however, made her laugh softly, the sound laced with fondness. “Yes, Obi-Wan. I’m fine.” She touched her tongue to her lip and closed the distance between them. “I... um...” For star’s sake, why was she so nervous? She shouldn’t be, it wasn’t as though this was their first time together.

But it was her first attempt at seduction. At purposefully... pursuing him.

Kriff. Deciding that straightforward was best, even if it wasn’t anything resembling a ‘proper’ seduction, she curled her fingers into his cloak, drawing him in for a heated kiss.

Oh. That was a lovely greeting. It still didn't explain why she felt so oddly calm in the Force, but he was quickly forgetting about that as he opened his mouth to the kiss.

How did he ever survive being 'proper'? How had he resisted this so thoroughly?

His hands slid to her waist and it was about then, as they moved over the thin layer of silk, that he realized she wasn't wearing anything underneath it.

He opened his mouth to the kiss and her fingers curled more tightly into his robes as she pressed against him. The nervousness that she was so carefully keeping hidden was being washed away in the warmth of him, the feel of him in the Force, the taste of him.

Moments like this still awed her, sometimes. Somehow they had come to be here; together. She would never tire of this.

She could sense the exact moment he realised that she was wearing the robe and nothing else beneath it, and her nervousness returned, just a little. Not that she thought that he would MIND, exactly. But she hadn’t greeted him like this before, not purposefully... and that seemed to make all the difference for her nervousness.

Edited 2014-05-11 21:37 (UTC)

He seemed a little confused when the kiss broke and he felt her nerves.

"What's going on?"

“I wanted to surprise you,” she confessed softly, giving him a shy, crooked smile.

Edited 2014-05-16 02:48 (UTC)

He glanced around, looking for something that hadn't been there when he left.

"Surprise me with what?"

Taking a breath, she undid the ties of her robe, letting the silken fabric fall to the floor. “This, Obi-Wan.” She closed the distance between them, curling her fingers into his robes again and drawing him to her.

"...O-oh," he stammered, letting her draw him to her easily. "I. I see."

He felt astoundingly overdressed suddenly, Jedi robes providing the same obstacle as they did...well, the first time they did this.

She was more familiar with getting someone else, getting him out of his robes, now, having done so before. There might be far more layers than she’d prefer, at times, but it was an enjoyable process, getting him out of them.

Hands drifting slowly up his chest to push his cloak off his shoulders, she closed what little distance remained between them and began pressing slow, gentle kisses up his neck.

The cloak dropped and he tilted his head, his eyes fluttering shut as her lips brushed his skin. It still felt a little wrong to just...enjoy this, but he couldn't help himself. His hands drifted to her waist, his fingers pressing to bare skin reminding him of her state of undress.

Her hands moved immediately to his belt, loosening it and letting it fall gently from her fingers to join his cloak on the floor, her lips never stopping their caress of his skin as she worked at his clothing. His fingers on her waist made her shiver, and exhale softly against his neck. His sash joined his belt and cloak in the growing pile of clothing on the floor.

He isn't sure what he did to earn this treatment - he hadn't even managed to find a job yet - and he couldn't do much in return, since she wasn't wearing anything that needed removed....which he was acutely aware of, since his eyes kept wandering back down her body.......

Her hands were working his clothes open at a point where she would probably notice his body's reaction to her efforts. With what was becoming a less uncharacteristic boldness the more they, um, practiced, he slid his hands down over her backside, giving it a squeeze as he pulled her closer.

That boldness earned him a gasp, a surprised nip as he gave her backside a squeeze and drew her closer, her fingers curling into his clothing as she drew back momentarily, just far enough to give him a thoroughly pleased little smile. Her blue eyes were dark with arousal as she kissed him hungrily, still working at his clothes.

She noticed his body’s reaction to her efforts, and even now, after all this time, that he reacted in such a way to her, that she could elicit such a response... still surprised her, sometimes. With a boldness of her own, she slid a hand down to touch him through his trousers, a long, lingering stroke.

He gasped, then started struggling out of his tunic. Clothes were suddenly restrictive and her body was far too inviting.

She helped him along, tugging his tunic the rest of the way over his head and tossing it aside. The moment it left her hand she was tangling one hand in his hair to draw him to her, kissing him hungrily, her other hand fumbling at the waistband of his trousers.

She was extremely good at stimulating his senses all over his body. He all but melted against her, kissing her back and pressing against her.

The sensation of his skin against hers as he pressed against her made desire hum through her body. She gasped into the already fervent kiss, deepening it, her hand tightening in his hair. Curling her fingers into the waistband of his trousers, she drew him with her, turning him towards the bed. He was far too clothed, and she meant to fix that as soon as possible.

She'd get no objection from him. He let her move him, and he nearly stumbled when the backs of his knees hit the bed. He laughed as he grasped her to regain his balance.

Her eyes were dark with arousal as she melted against him, pressing kisses along his collarbone as she began working at his trousers in earnest.

Edited 2014-05-31 07:39 (UTC)

He helped her with them, the unwieldy nature of the uniform not designed to be removed under these circumstances. Hurriedly, he toed off his boots, trying not to interrupt the urgent work of setting kisses along her jaw and throat.

It was good that he helped her with them, because the kisses he was setting along her jaw and throat thoroughly distracted her from the task at hand. He really was incredibly skilled at doing so. She arched against him with a sigh, her head falling back to give him easier access.

Finally his skin on her skin. His hands slid around her waist and up her back and he let himself sink back onto the bed, drawing her with him.

Kriff, she would never tire of this. The brush of his skin on hers, the warmth of him in the Force, against her. She gladly let him draw her with him onto the bed, settling on top of him. Her hands ghosted over his skin as she leaned down, pressing kisses along his jaw, down his neck, and along his collarbone.

Edited (typooo) 2014-06-23 19:57 (UTC)

He fidgeted beneath her, his hands gripping her hips, his body impatient and his mind overwhelmed.

"You're so beautiful..." he murmured.

Compliments were different, from him, and there was no hiding the blush his words elicited. Her blue eyes were dark with arousal; his hands gripping her hips sent pangs of desire shooting through her and she ached with wanting him. Leaning down she kissed him, putting everything she was feeling into that one, fervent kiss.

Shifting, refusing to break their embrace, she lifted herself off of him, just far enough to curl a gentle hand around his arousal and guide him inside her.

He huffed out a gasp of surprise and pleasure when she took him inside her. They were far from experienced in all of this, and this was the first time they'd gone this far with her on top of him. He wasn't sure what was expected of him, which was both exciting and frightening and he looked up at her with both in his eyes.

She exhaled unsteadily as she took him inside her, eyes fluttering closed at the sensation. Kriff... When she opened her eyes, gazing down at him... she went very still, concern overriding desire at seeing the fright mingling with excitement in his eyes. They’d never gone farther than this with her on top of him, and if he was uncomfortable, they wouldn’t.

Are you all right? She cradled his cheek with her hand, brushing her thumb lightly over his skin.

He nodded. The thrill overriding the fear as he took her hand from his face and pressed a kiss to her palm. He trusted her. He wanted to do this.

Her tension and worry eased just slightly at his nod, the brush of his lips against her palm, but her eyes still searched his face for a moment before she leaned down, kissing him gently. And then she rolled her hips slowly, exhaling unsteadily at the sensation.

Her shaky exhale was met with a gasp from him. The feeling was intense and he felt like it made something in his brain explode with each movement of her hips.

She rolled her hips again, taking him deeper inside and nearly moaning at the sensations it brought. The pace she set was slow, unhurried.

Each slow roll of her hips sends sensation shooting through his body and he grips her hips, squeezing with each thrust.

Oh FORCE. The grip of his hands on her hips, squeezing with each thrust, sends a shiver of sensation, of desire, right to her core and she gasps his name and arches her back, rolling her hips with more force.

He's a little embarrassed by how quickly this draws a climax from him, and he tries to stifle the cry that accompanies it, though she doubtless felt it in the Force anyway...

It always stuns her a little, sharing his climax, feeling him like this, and it brings her to hers.
Her hips jerk forward and she lets out a cry of pleasure, curling forward and gripping his shoulder as her climax ripples through her.

"...S-sorry." He looks over at her, breathless, a little embarassed of his performance.

Lingering eddies from her climax are still rippling through her, and she blinks at him in surprise at his apology. Then she’s cradling his face in her hands and kissing him fervently. “You have nothing to apologise for,” she murmurs breathlessly against his lips. She wants to ease the flicker of embarrassment she can feel from him. She needs to.

"...Wasn't that too fast? I mean, did you... did you even...?" His breath catches slightly. "I mean, you seemed to...but. Wasn't it too...soon?"

She just stares up at him, wanting to ease what he’s feeling, what she’s sensing, and not quite knowing how. She leans down and kisses him, gently, her hands caressing his skin. “Force, Obi-Wan. Did it sound like I didn’t enjoy myself? Did it feel like it?” Although her words are insistent her voice is gentle.

She rolls them, then, so she’s lying beneath him, her back pressing against the bed. A hand slides to cradle the back of his head, fingers tangling in his hair, and she arches up, pressing kisses slowly up the line of his neck. With every brush of her lips against his skin, the occasional flick of her tongue, nip of her teeth, she tries to share what she’d felt with him, as they laid together, through the Force, through their bond. She wants – NEEDS – him to know that lying with him, sharing a bed with him in this manner is beyond what she could have imagined. The speed of their release doesn’t matter. What matters is him. Them. Lying together like this. Being able to lie together like this.

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