And rather use my mouth to kiss your frown away

[neverlosemyfocus]

WHO: Siri Tachi and Obi-Wan Kenobi
WHAT: After girls' night out, Siri returns home to Obi-Wan.
WHEN: Late Day 82, early day 83
WHERE: their room at the bed and breakfast
WARNINGS: TBD


It was some time later that Siri returned to the bed and breakfast. Despite the briefly... upsetting turn the night had taken, it had improved after that, and she had even enjoyed herself a little. She noticed his absence, of course, but the Force bond had helped to ease it.

And now she was ever so slightly buzzed and quite ready to rejoin Obi-Wan for the night. She wasted no time in unlocking the door and slipping quietly into their room.

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[neverlosemyfocus]

The surprise lasted only a moment, washed away by the warm realisation of just how much she loved him. The smile she gave him was brilliant, and fond. Slipping off her shoes, she crossed the distance between them, until her legs were touching his. She carded gentle fingers through his hair, before leaning down and kissing him. There was no need to say anything; he would easily sense what she felt (and had always felt, to some degree) for him.

“I would like that very much.”

[master_kenobi]

He gestured to the items on the nightstand.

"You go first."

[neverlosemyfocus]

Brushing another kiss against his lips, she undid a button of his shirt, brushing her fingertips lightly against his skin. She could do that, here, in the sanctuary of their room. Picking up a slice of lime, she repeated her actions from earlier, tugging the collar of his shirt slightly askew and rubbing the piece of citrus slowly and carefully along his skin.

A few sprinkles of salt on his lime-dampened skin, and she slid a bent knee onto the bed and leaned closer, pressing slow, leisurely kisses along the line of his neck. Pushing long blonde hair out of her face, she dragged her tongue along his skin, licking the salt off of his collarbone.

[master_kenobi]

Without the scrutiny of others, he can enjoy this: the sensation of her lips and her tongue on his skin, the smell of her hair as she leans into him... for a moment, he doesn't move at all. He holds still, waiting for her to take a drink and then indicate his turn in sequence.

[neverlosemyfocus]

She draws away, just far enough to reach for the bottle and take a swallow of its contents. Then she’s setting it back down and kissing him again. “Your turn,” she murmurs against his lips.

[master_kenobi]

"My, um. How...how do I....?" He reaches for the lime. "Where should I, um..." His eyes search the area exposed above her collar for an ideal spot.

[neverlosemyfocus]

She settles more comfortably on the bed (all but straddling him, really) and reaches for the buttons on her own shirt, slipping out of it and letting it puddle on the floor. She’s wearing a camisole underneath, revealing plenty of skin for him to choose as his ideal spot. “Wherever you would like,” she tells him, leaning forward to kiss him again.

[master_kenobi]

The kiss was distracting and he wasn't sure whether he should go with that or if he should turn his attention to what to do with the slice of lime in his hand. When the kiss broke, he looked at her face and then at the lime and then across the flawless skin displayed, then at her face, and then down to her throat and shoulders and chest again, then back at her face.

[neverlosemyfocus]

She brushed a hand gently along his cheek, and then pulled long blonde hair over one shoulder and tilting her head, offering her neck and collarbone to him. She would gladly distract him with more kisses, but there was a lime in his hand and he hadn’t had a chance to try a body shot for himself.

[master_kenobi]

He swiped the lime there, along her collarbone and then sprinkled the salt before slowly, carefully licking it off. In his focus to do it carefully, he picked up the drink and threw it back before looking to her face.

[neverlosemyfocus]

Oh.

She understood a little, then, why it had driven him to flee. The brush of his tongue along her skin sent a shiver down her spine, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment as a soft exhalation escaped through slightly parted lips.

Force.

The kiss she pressed to his lips now was more fervent than the last, her hand tangling in his hair. “Well?” she asked him softly, words murmured against his lips. “Shall we do another?”

[master_kenobi]

"I, um. I don't think it's... I mean. I don't really...."

He doesn't see what more will add to the experience at this point. The experience is pretty much at the point of...happening.

[neverlosemyfocus]

She gives him a warm, sultry smile, and tilts her head, bringing her lips close to his ear.

"I agree," she breathes, softly, before slowly kissing her way down the line of his neck, lips and tongue and the occasional touch of teeth.

[master_kenobi]

"Oh Force," he murmurs, his breath shaky under her touch. How does she do that and why does he feel like he's not nearly as deft? He reaches for the buttons on her shirt when it occurs to him, which takes a long moment, so that he doesn't feel completely useless.

[neverlosemyfocus]

He undoes the buttons on her camisole and she slips out of it without pausing in brushing her lips against his neck, leaving her bare to the waist. He will probably be bearing a mark or two by the time she is done, although she doesn’t mean to.

It’s her turn to fumble with the buttons on his shirt, and her lips follow her fingers, along his collarbone and down his chest.

[master_kenobi]

When she slips out of the camisole so carelessly, touching him so easily, he feels like his senses are overloaded. He manages a gasp as her lips alight along his collarbone.

[neverlosemyfocus]

The sound of him, his gasp as her lips brush his collarbone makes her shiver. Once she’s managed to undo the buttons, she pushes his shirt off his shoulders. Force, being able to share moments together like this, to touch him, love him, will never cease to awe her. She takes her time, mapping his skin with fingers and lips and tongue and teeth.

[master_kenobi]

And he feels clumsy, his hands sliding gingerly up the smooth skin of her sides, partially wanting to ask what she wants him to do and partially not being able to think at all as she touches him so easily. His head tilts back without any conscious thought on his part, exposing more of his neck to her.

[neverlosemyfocus]

His touch makes her sigh, softly, against his skin. She will never tire of him touching her. One hand sliding into his hair, she takes advantage of the tilt of his head, kissing her way unhurriedly up the line of his neck. Her other hand begins fumbling awkwardly with the belt and fastenings of his trousers.