Shower Scene
by Emila-Wan Kenobi
Rating: NC-17
Category: Siri/Obi-Wan, het, PWP
Summary: See title.
Note: Not betaed, just thrown together in
about 30 minutes because I don't have time for
anything else, sweetheart.
Posted: 10/24/04, for the "watching" challenge
*GUH*
That was the sum total of Siri's thoughts as she
stepped into the suite's 'fresher and realized Obi-Wan
was already there.
Their masters were still valiantly playing the
diplomatic game at dinner, but the two padawans had
been sent back to the suite early. Siri had already
changed into her nightshirt, and she'd meant to wash
up. She hadn't realized Obi-Wan would be so quick.
He hadn't seen her, hadn't heard or sensed her. She
wasn't surprised. He seemed quite ... occupied at the
moment.
Through the semi-transparent shower screen she could
see only partial details, but it didn't take a whole
lot of Force ability to enhance the view until it was
crystal clear.
Obi-Wan was luxuriating in a rare -- and very
expensive -- water shower. Not that it would cost them
anything. The owner of the transport company had been
so grateful to the Jedi and their padawans, he'd
gifted them with free passage back to Coruscant in a
luxury suite. It was one gift even Adi Gallia could
not turn down, as it got them back faster than regular
means and it saved money.
Siri was not, however, thinking of fiscal
responsibility at the moment. Obi-Wan had one arm
braced on the metal wall of the cubicle, head bent
forward so that the spray hit his neck and ran in
rivulets down the muscles of his back, on down to a
truly luscious ass, and then down muscular legs dusted
with ginger hair.
His braid dangled, dripping and swinging rhythmically
in time with his pumping fist, which was slicked with
an aromatic soap and wrapped around a rather
impressive erection.
He wasn't in a hurry, it seemed, and neither was Siri.
The flesh between her legs burned and ached as his
fist slowed, then sped up again, then dipped to caress
a mismatched pair of taut balls.
He threw his head back, eyes, closed, and groaned
soulfully. Siri bit her lip to keep from making a
sound. She knew she should leave. Now. She would never
live it down if Obi-Wan caught her watching. But it
was the most erotic thing she'd ever seen, and she
couldn't bring herself to walk away.
His hand sped up, and his balls tightened, and Siri
knew he was close. He grunted, his body jerking
slightly, and white liquid splash against the metal
wall only to wash instantly away.
She backed out the door, trying to close it silently,
but his voice stopped her.
"Enjoy that?"
She froze, adopted a pose of nonchalance. "What do you
think?"
He turned his head, and his eyes locked with hers. He
grinned, the pallie-eating grin that stopped hearts
everywhere he went. "I think you need a shower."
And even Jedi reflexes couldn't save her when he
reached out with the Force and drew her toward him. It
was like being in a tractor beam. She shrieked, and
then she was getting soaked, fighting ineffectually
because she really didn't want to hurt him, and
there were a lot of hard surfaces to crack one's skull
on in one of these 'freshers.
He had her back against the wall, and he leaned
sideways to let the spray hit her in the face. She
sputtered. The nightshirt she was wearing was
completely translucent when wet, and Obi-Wan took
advantage of that by thumbing her nipple through the
soaked cloth.
His touch sent an electric charge straight to the
swollen flesh between her legs, and she moaned. She
pushed away his hand, still fighting.
"Tell me to stop and I will," Obi-Wan said, his voice
no longer teasing.
"Yes. Stop. Stop it," she said peevishly.
He let go of her instantly, and she felt a rush of
Force power as he cut the water off without turning
around.
"I'm sorry," he said, sounding genuinely remorseful."I ... I didn't mean to go so far. I shouldn't have
touched you without asking."
She stood there, dripping, and gave him a level gaze."Damn right," she meant to say. But something strange
happened. She opened her mouth, and the words that
came out were, "At least kiss me first."
He cupped her hand in his palm and ran his thumb along
her lower lip. "Are you sure? This is probably a very
bad idea."
She looked down, trying to think, and she saw that his
body had definitely taken a renewed interest in
events. She looked back up and met his eyes. "Yeah,"
she said softly. "It's definitely a bad idea."
He started to draw his hand away, but she grasped it
and guided it slowly down her body, over her breast,
down to her knee and then back up, under the edge of
the nightshirt, until his fingers grazed the folds of
flesh between her legs. "But now that you've got me
all wet, I think you're kind of obliged to finish what
you started."
He closed his eyes, leaned his forehead against hers,
and moaned softly. He brushed his thumb very
deliberately along her clitoris, and she widened her
legs reflexively.
"What do you want?" he asked, his voice husky.
She reached out and wrapped her hand around his erection. It leapt at her touch, making him moan
again. "This, inside me, fast and hard. Now."
"Right." He crouched, put his hands between her knees,
and suddenly she was sliding up the shower wall,
spread open and impaled in one swift motion. She cried
out from the pleasure of it, and his mouth covered
hers, teeth clashing for a moment until they learned
the way of each other. She was bent nearly in half,
her knees over his elbows, his cock so deep in her she
could feel it thrusting against her back wall.
"Ahhh," she cried, and her orgasm hit her like a kick
to the gut.
"Yes," he said, growling, and he kept thrusting,
spiraling her pleasure higher, until she could feel
herself sobbing and shaking uncontrollably.
At last he came, shuddering. After a moment he
released her, very gently, and took her in his arms.
She was still shaking. "Are you all right?" he asked."Did I hurt you?"
"Gods, no!" she said between chattering teeth. "But
I'm f-freezing!"
He chuckled, and helped her peel herself out of her
wet nightshirt. He wrapped her in a towel, then dried
himself with another one.
She watched him, noting how he moved without any
self-consciousness, and she was glad. She would hate
to think they'd damaged their friendship with this
little ... interlude.
He turned and saw her watching him, grinned. "I don't
suppose you're going to apologize for spying on me?"
"Ha. If you didn't want me looking, you should have
locked the door."
He flipped his towel into the chute and strutted out
the door. She watched the muscles of his ass and tried
not to drool. At the door to his bedroom he turned.
"Why do you think I didn't?"
"Why you smug little nerf-herder," she said. She flung
her towel at him, but he had already closed the door.
A Jedi does not seek revenge, but Obi-Wan was going to
pay.
Siri grinned.
And soon.
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