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.

Comments

[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.