Pushing Buttons
by Elocin Oco

Rating: NC-17
Notes: November Challenge on the Siri Tachi List. I'm way over on word count...shoot me.  Special thanks to Laura McEwan and to Emma Grant who both had their hands in this.  Emma wanted sex so I changed it to give her sex. And Laura helped fix all the mistakes. Thanks guys. I tweaked it after Laura had it, so any mistakes now are all mine.
Summary: Siri's unorthodox teaching methods put her in opposition with Obi-Wan.
Disclaimer: Master Lucas owns Star Wars. Master Watson created Siri Tachi. We just hook'em up occasionally.
Feedback: Sure. On or offlist. Whatever. Posted: 12/4/03

"She did what with her lightsaber?" Obi-Wan asked, incredulously.

Anakin smirked. "Well, Master, we were in our Humanoid Sexuality
class and Master Tachi walked in..."

Obi-Wan arched a brow. "She's not your instructor. What was she doing
there?"

Anakin rolled his eyes. "You didn't let me finish! Master Crieff was
ill and she took over for the day."

"And her idea of teaching the class was to ignore the materials and
show you how to be intimate with a lightsaber?"

Anakin grinned.  "One of the girls asked her a question about
techniques. You know, thinking that she would be embarrassed. But
Master Tachi took it seriously."

Obi-Wan paled and ran a hand over his face. "How seriously, padawan?"

"Well, she demonstrated how to stroke a penis for maximum pleasure.
She showed where the pressure points are...and then she demonstrated,
umm...well, she, umm..."

Obi-Wan scrunched his face and shut his eyes tightly anticipating
Anakin's words.

"...how to...I think the proper term is fellatio," Anakin finished,
his voice a falsetto of faked innocence.

Obi-Wan groaned and opened his eyes to stare at his laughing
apprentice. "That's enough of that, Anakin, stay here. I'm going to
speak with Siri."

"But Master..."

"Padawan! I said enough! It's bad enough this happened. There is
nothing to laugh about. And stop playing the innocent. It really
doesn't become you. Sit down and wait for me here. That's an order!"
Obi-Wan barked as he strode purposefully out of their quarters.

What was that woman thinking?  Force, padawans that age had a
difficult enough time dealing with raging hormones. They didn't need
to be overly stimulated by the sight of a beautiful woman like Siri
sucking on a phallic saber hilt.  

He paused in front of Siri's door and centered himself before
pressing the chime.  Siri answered quickly, and grinned when she saw
the man at the door.  "What a surprise. I didn't expect to see you
for at least an hour." She laughed and leaned again the
doorframe. "After a proper meditation on the events and a long
discussion with your padawan on the evils of women, of course."

Obi-Wan glared as he pushed past Siri, into her quarters.

"Oh, do come in," Siri said dryly.

Obi-Wan looked around the room. It was in disarray and matched the
woman in front of him perfectly.  He turned to speak to Siri, his
arms folded across his chest. "I want you to explain why you felt it
necessary to fellate your lightsaber in front of a class of fifteen-
year-old apprentices."

Siri crossed her arms and smirked back. "Because there wasn't a
consenting adult male available?"

"You know how a boy's hormones are at that age. Anakin didn't need
the image of you, doing that."

Siri rolled her eyes as she walked over to him. Her hand trailed over
his tabard, smoothing the fabric.  "Kenobi, get the stick out of your
ass. He already had fantasies about me doing exactly that. They all
do," she said teasingly.

Obi-Wan arched an eyebrow. "Isn't that a bit arrogant?" he asked.

"Okay, maybe not all, and maybe not me, but tell me, at that age,
didn't you wonder? Didn't you imagine someone fucking you? Sucking
you?" she purred.  Siri rubbed her body against him sinuously,
twining a leg around his. "Besides that, it was a legitimate question
in an appropriate class."

Obi-Wan sighed as he looked at the ceiling trying to think of a
polite way to push her away. Force, why was she rubbing against him
like that anyway? And why was it distracting?  "Of course, I did, but
it was usually another man. But what you did today..."

"How do you know what I did today?" Siri interrupted, batting her
eyes innocently.

"Anakin told me."

Siri laughed as she slid her hand down to stroke Obi-Wan's
crotch. "But he didn't show you. And showing is always a better
teaching tool than telling."

Obi-Wan finally gathered his wits enough to jerk away from her.
"Siri, stop that. I'm not a student in need of lessons. Or a prop."

"No. Sometimes I think you are a eunuch.  What happened to the wild
padawan I knew?"

"He grew up to have a padawan of his own."

Siri laughed again and shoved Obi-Wan down on the couch. "But doesn't
he still like to fuck?"

Obi-Wan blushed. "Siri...this isn't what I came here for. I'm
concerned..."

Siri straddled his knees, settling in his lap. "I'm concerned that
you totally misinterpreted my intentions in class today. Let me show
you before you lecture."

Obi-Wan eyed her coolly. "You may not have noticed, but I happen to
prefer men," he said brusquely.

Siri grinned. "But a mouth is a mouth, right? How long has it been,
Obi-Wan? How long since you felt a mouth on your cock, the long, wet
slide of lips, the teasing flick of a tongue, the feel of a throat
swallowing around you?" She snugged her cunt against his
groin.  "Force, you're hard from my words."

She leaned forward, resting her lips softly against his.  For a
moment, neither of them moved. Siri tentatively brushed her tongue
along his lips, asking for acceptance.  With a groan, Obi-Wan
deepened the kiss and his hands bunched in the fabric of her tunics.

"Prefer men, hmmm?"

"Siri..."

Her hands moved to his belt. "It's all right, Obi-Wan. Let me."

He grabbed her hand. "No. You don't have to prove anything. I still
won't approve of your actions in class today."

Siri rocked against him and he hissed at the contact. "Fine. Don't
approve. Maybe I just want to do this for you. A little human contact
will do you good." With her free hand, she stroked his face. "Anyone
since Qui-Gon?"

Obi-Wan swallowed hard. "No," he murmured.

"Poor dumb Obi. Punishing yourself. You don't have to be alone."

Obi-Wan paused, gazing at the wanton in his lap. Slowly, he let go of
her wrist and leaned his head to rest on the back of the couch, his
mouth suddenly dry with nervousness. He closed his eyes, and
swallowed thickly.

Siri kissed the offered throat, his beard rough against her cheek.
She quickly undid his belt and pushed his tunics aside. Her hands
slid down his torso, caressing the hard flesh of his chest, his
abdomen.

She moved to kneel on the floor between his knees, her hands stroking
the rigid thighs before framing the bulge in his leggings.  "Who
taught you to suck cock?" she asked.

Obi-Wan's head popped up. "No one!"

Siri laughed. "No one told you anything? Not 'oh, lick there'
or 'suck harder' or 'no teeth'?"

Obi-Wan blushed again. "Well, Garen and I...and well, Qui-Gon,
mostly."

"I was doing that class a favor. Can you imagine how many fumbling
blow jobs I saved them?" Siri asked, her hands busy petting Obi-Wan's
erection.

"I don't know, I'll tell you when you're done," Obi-Wan growled.

Siri grinned. "For someone who didn't want this, you're very
demanding all of the sudden."

"If you've changed your mind..."

She rubbed her nose along the ridge of his erection that was
straining against his leggings.  Slowly she unfastened the offending
garment with her teeth as Obi-Wan's breath caught in his throat.

She smiled at him hotly, as she jerked at the leggings, urging him to
raise his hips.  They tangled at his boot tops and she left them
there.

"Hello, beautiful. Where have you been all my life?" she whispered,
wiggling her eyebrows.

Obi-Wan's laugh turned into a moan as Siri's hand gripped him lightly
and her tongue licked the head of his cock.

"You see, Master Kenobi, the art of fellatio is very serious indeed.  
One could make a life study and still not perfect the technique."

Her tongue tasted the underside of his cock, making him jump.

"For every man is different. Some like light feathery kisses."  She
teasingly placed tiny, soft kisses along Obi-Wan's hard length.

"Others like long hard licks." Obi-Wan arched off the couch as she
suited actions to words.

"Still others like a little bit of teeth..."

Obi-Wan grabbed her head. "No teeth."

"...and some don't," Siri finished, arching an eyebrow.

"Some men like harder suction than others." She took his cock in her
mouth, varying the speed and pressure until his hips were thrusting
in time with her motions.  His hands were gripping the couch cushions
tightly.  Siri pulled away, her eyes darkening at the erotic sight in
front of her.

Obi-Wan's head was thrown back in abandon, his thighs splayed wide.
His tunics were open hanging loosely from his shoulders, his leggings
tangled in his boots. And that hard, deliciously engorged cock rising
from the damp russet curls. It was the perfect picture of hedonistic
pleasure.

He raised his head to gaze at her, breathing rough, desperation
marking his features. "Tease. Finish it," he said hoarsely.

"There's one thing that every man loves, Obi-Wan." She took him deep
into her mouth, her throat closing around him convulsively as she
swallowed.

"Force," he moaned, his hands tangling in her short hair. "Siri, I
can't, I'm...ah..." Words left him as he exploded in her mouth, and
Siri took all he offered.

He slumped back, panting, as the spasms slowly died away.  Obi-Wan's
eyes met hers and she smiled. Their smiles faded, as an awkward
silence filled the room.  Siri finally stood and she moved to look
out the window.

"Obi-Wan, I don't want things..."

"...to be weird between us?" he finished.

"Yes. Well, not weirder than normal," she agreed, turning to face him.

Obi-Wan laughed and stood, pulling up his leggings and fastening
them. "I agree." He paused, running a hand through his hair, and
looked at Siri inquiringly. "Did you really demonstrate that to the
class?"

Siri flushed. "Part of it. And more that I didn't show you."

Obi-Wan's eyebrows rose and he opened and closed his mouth rapidly,
but no sound came out. Finally, he shook his head, smiling softly. "I
still don't agree with it.  But a class like that could have saved me
some bite marks from Garen."

Siri laughed. "Just doing my part."  

She chewed on a nail as she watched Obi-Wan straighten his tunics and
put on his obi and belt.

Obi-Wan felt her gaze and stopped. "Siri?"

"Yes?"

"Is there something...?"

She looked down at the floor, the finger still in her mouth. She
jumped when Obi-Wan's hand cupped her chin. "Siri, I've never done
this before, but if there's something you need...I mean, I'm willing
to try...since you..." he stuttered, looking for the right words.

Siri bit back a laugh and smiled instead. "Obi, that's sweet. I don't
know if you noticed or not, but I happen to like men."

Obi-Wan frowned. "I'm serious."

"I know. It's sweet offer. But my hands are fine, and I have
other...substitutes. I couldn't ask you to do that."

Obi-Wan's shoulders slumped in relief. "If you're certain, then I'll
leave you to your own...devices." He turned to leave.

"Obi-Wan?"

He didn't turn back but waited for her to continue.

"If you're serious about learning, I've taken the class for the rest
of the week.  You should attend.  It might be educational."

Obi-Wan groaned and palmed the door, her laughter trailing after him.

FIN