I give you all of me

[neverlosemyfocus]

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.

Comments

[master_kenobi]

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...

[neverlosemyfocus]

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.

[master_kenobi]

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

[neverlosemyfocus]

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.

[master_kenobi]

"...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?"

[neverlosemyfocus]

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.