Body Heat

"Space travel is cold."

You sigh with exasperation and stalk to the far side of the cabin. The insulation of your clothing rubs against the furniture and sounds loud in the close space. "Of course it is cold, Kor. But does it have to be this cold? I mean.."

"They have minimal heat right now. The battle rendered the life support dangerously low. It is either we breathe, or we stay comfortably warm.I choose the oxygen, myself."

You stop your restless pacing to turn and face your friend. Her face is red from the cold and is surrounded by misty breaths pushed from her mouth. The added moisture in the air makes you feel clammy and uneasy. You wrap your arms around your torso, tucking hands into your armpits. But your hands are not the problem.it is your legs. Bared by the short skirt of your uniform, your legs are freed to the frigid air and it bites to your bones. You rub one leg against another. It does little to warm you.

"Where are our other clothes?" you ask, rubbing your arms.

The shrug from Kor is enough to make you feel some anger. Of all the times to be separated from your parcels of clothes, now would be it. You bounce on the balls of your feet for a few minutes looking off to the side.

"Come on.let's go check with the rest of the passengers. They gave us the all clear to leave the cabins several minutes ago." Kor appears jumpy, her blond head bouncing from side to side. She grimaces at you with that look that you would know anywhere. "Come on..anywhere would be warmer than here."

You purse your lips and nod. It is true.it really could not be any more frigid anywhere else. You are quite sure of that. Kor moves to the door quickly, her petite hand slapping against the door mechanism with a loud slap. The sound seems to echo in the room. You move toward her and the open door and sigh as a slightly colder current of air brushes against your legs. "Kor."

"Well.it has to be warmer somewhere. It does not necessarily have to be here," she answers practically. You follow her shorter form out into the hallway proper, and wait for your eyes to adjust to the red emergency lights that shine in the corridor. It is an eerie vision. The usually shiny silver walls and floor of the ship are blood red in the distress lighting. The door slides shut behind you with a shudder and a soft whoosh. The two of you stand next to each other, your slightly taller form curling over your arms while she stands straight.

"We can't just stand here," you grit out, trying to keep your teeth from chattering. She sighs and nods and turns to walk down the corridor.into the dark and cold unknown.

It is easier than you thought to find the rest of the passengers. As if following a mating call, or indeed a beacon, all of the passengers have congregated in the main meeting room in the middle of the ship. The large amount of persons there warms the air enough that you feel somewhat comfortable. You and Kor move about the room with quick steps, and stick close together. The surrounding persons are very rough looking. For the fifth time in an hour, a large man bumps you to the side. This one's hair is wild and he smells like a distillery.

Kor grabs your arm and pulls you off to the side. The two of you come to rest against a wall and you lean back against its cold surface with a sigh. Your head rests back against the surface. The sounds and smells of many people crowded in a small area are lending themselves to giving you a headache and you grimace. A headache on top of being icy is not the best of situations. But still the noise is high and your nerves are low.

"Relax," Kor touches your arm and leans against the wall next to you, tucking her hands behind her back. With a sigh, she throws her head back to match the arch in yours. You both stand there close and huddled away from the crowd. As noisy as it is, as odorous as it is, this is still the warmest place on the ship.

"With all these Corellians here, Kor? These are precisely the men that my mother warned me about when I left home." You tilt your head to stare at the throng of men near you. Several are watching you and Kor with lecherous glances, their eyes traveling from your bare legs to your breasts and back. It is amazing how the eyes never make it to your face.

"Give me a break.don't play innocent with me," she laughs. The giggle turns heads.

"School is one thing, Miss Kor.a freighter filled with men old enough to be my father is quite another." You lay your hands flat against the cool of the metal behind you and even icy cold; it serves to keep you grounded. "They give me the creeps. I mean the only one here that is even remotely close to us in age is that young Jedi.the one we met yesterday."

Kor shuts her eyes for a moment, obviously engaging in thought. She hums quietly and the sound acts as a noise on which to concentrate. You close your eyes and rest against the wall with her. The throng of people seems to fall away and you can almost believe that you are alone.

"Obi-Wan..that was his name," Kor says suddenly. You open your eyes to squint at your friend. She looks over your shoulder to the nearest corner of the room. You follow her gaze to see the young man in question leaning against the wall. He stands slightly in front of the other Jedi that you were introduced to the day previous. The elder one is half hidden in the dimness of the room. The only things visible are a pair of incredibly long legs and the dark brown of a cloak. And hair. Long, brown hair that gleams in whatever little light there is.

Kor tilts her chin up and motion to them. "Others are giving them wide berth over there."

"They are Jedi, Kor. Not the most friendly, nor the most welcome of people. Even the boys around here steer clear of them." You swing around to look with her at the men. At the same time, a large bear of a man barrels into Kor's back, pressing the two of you up against one another. The man leers for a moment before he abruptly stops and moves backward away from you.

"I wonder what got into him," Kor says, shaking her head. You shrug and balance on one leg again to rub your legs together for warmth. The sound of skin rubbing skin hits your ears harshly and you stop, fearing you will draw attention.

"I think he chose not to confront me."

The deep voice, very cultured and heavy with accent, is spoken over your shoulder and you start. As you regain your balance a little, you realize that it is the younger Jedi that speaks. You press away from the wall to look at him. His hair is spiky, and a color somewhere in between red and blond. It is short all around except for the braid that lies against his shoulder and upper chest. He is taller than you are, and his eyes, dark in this light, flash to you from his height. "Good evening, ladies."

Kor answers before you. "Good evening, Obi-Wan.wasn't it?"

His nod is quick. "Again, good evening. Would you like to come with me over by my Master and I? It might be less of a hassle to you and less dangerous."

You sigh as you consider the idea. Another large man makes the decision for you. He drunkenly falls into you, nearly knocking you off your feet. Your shoulder slams into the wall and your head comes dangerously close to crashing into the wall. Kor grabs your arm, not so gently and pulls you away from the wall and the drunk man. Obi-Wan remains behind, calmly assessing the situation.

"Don't say anything, okay?" Kor whispers, pulling you across the floor. "Just go with the flow.just this once. It will be safer over there."

You nod and move with your friend across the crowded floor. As you near the corner, you do indeed feel safer. But as you cover the distance you feel a pair of eyes on you.

The Jedi Master sits in the dim light, watching you as you cross the distance. As with most of the other men, he watches your legs, the sway of your hips. The eyes glint in the dark, like two coals.

"It is a pleasure, I assure you," the Jedi Master intones, rising to his feet. His hand reaches out to encase yours, enfolding it in warmth that is akin to flames. His head tilts down to meet your eyes in greeting; his eyebrows quirk up at your returned smile. His height is such that your neck is strained to keep his gaze in line with yours. "It appeared you were having some problems."

"Only the same problem we have had most of our time here: large men with no sense of decorum." Kor chimes in from next to you. Her smaller frame is even more stretched to watch the tall Jedi.

"My name is Qui-Gon Jinn.I understand you have already made my apprentice's acquaintance earlier," he still holds your hand. The warmth spreads from your hand up your arm and lodges in your chest. The hand is very large and rough and weatherworn by years of use; the fingers long and thick. "You are welcome to stand or sit with us. It might be less troublesome."

With a short nod, you finally remove your hand from his. Immediately you feel bereft of its presence and cold once again. "Thank you."

"A pair of young women on a freighter is not something that is considered.." You turn to see Obi-Wan rejoin your small group. His frame shifts to the side as his hand lands on his hip, moving his cloak aside.

"Intelligent..we know," you grimace, moving to cross your arms over your torso. "But it was a matter of funds for getting home."

With a short, curt nod that makes his hair move in waves, Qui-Gon makes an understanding noise. "That would appear to be a problem."

"Well, we were not expecting to be placed in the middle of a conflict." Kor sounds positively irate. You turn to look at your friend, meeting her sea-green eyes. She sighs and tosses her head to the side.

"This is a Corellian freighter, you know." Obi-Wan states, turning his head to look at Kor who stands the closest to him.

"May I ask why you have not done something?" You ask, testily. You are cold, achy, surrounded by some of the most heinous smells that you have encountered. It does not lend to the best of moods.

Qui-Gon's eyes flash momentarily. "Our last mission was accomplished and we have none waiting for us currently.it does not matter how long it takes us to return to Coruscant.we are not bodily harmed and it is not acceptable that the Republic or the Jedi Council to send out manpower to help us. We are simply passengers here as you are."

"Ah."

"Don't bait them," Kor nudges your ribs with a sharp jab. "They are helping us."

You sigh and nod, backing off a little. You do have the nagging habit of speaking your mind before you have all the facts, and even when you do. It was the truth that the Jedi were acting as a buffer zone for you in this crowded room and that their larger, more powerful frames and infamous reputations have led to a seemingly impervious screen around you. No other man actively seeks to eye your body. At least that has stopped.

"Master Jinn?"

Qui-Gon turns as a young crewmember approaches him. He folds his arms back into the sleeves of his cloak and crosses them over his chest with a sigh. The calm, mask like visage that the Jedi is wearing stops the smaller Corellian in his tracks. You stifle a smile in the back of your hand at the reaction. In fact, as the officer stops in front of the Jedi, he appears as a small boy, such is the towering presence of the Master.

"Yes?"

"It has been requested that all passengers return to their cabins. We have to analyze the layout of the vessel and redirect heat. We will be moving around passengers and be asking them to share rooms with others to conserve what heat we can."

"You wish us to leave first, I gather," Qui-Gon states, inclining his head.

"The rest of the passengers will be easier to manage if they do not feel they have Jedi in their midst, sir. You do make them uneasy."

Qui-Gon turns to view the room, barely moving his lower body as he does so. The gentle sway of his cloak, induced by the turn, is all that betrays any movement of his body at all. His face remains impassive as his eyes sweep over the various men that line the walls and fill the open floor space. The air itself is smoky and hazy.the result of the loss of humidity controlling equipment. The dew point temperature has been reached in this room and the moisture gathers like low clouds. Finally his eyes land on you and Kor.

"What of the ladies here?" He asks, inclining his head in your direction. "Where will you be moving them?" His eyes stop as they alight on yours and you stare at him for a short period of time. He appears concerned about you.about Kor. You stare at the blue depths, holding his gaze. Without looking away, he continues. "It would not be advisable to have them housed with the persons on this ship."

Your eyebrows climb into your hairline. You had just met this man, and yet he is concerned for your safety. His eyebrows quirk in return as if he is reading your thoughts like a book. You narrow your eyes and his ones light up like glowing coals.

"That is true, Master Jinn," the officer answers. The young man's gaze turns to you and they travel the length of your body and Kor's. Your friend shifts on her feet uneasily. The sound of her crossing her arms over her chest is harsh and you stifle a shudder. Obi-Wan moves closer to Kor, easing his body a little in front of her as if hiding her from the Corellian's stare. "What would you suggest, Jedi?"

Qui-Gon turns back to the officer, his arms tightening and stretching the material tightly across his back. "In this situation, I would advise that if you need to move these two ladies, that you move them to house with my apprentice and I.we can assure that they will not be abused."

Kor taps your shoulder, drawing your attention. Her blue eyes flash and you can see that she is slightly impressed by the offer. Obi-Wan nods his agreement. You close your eyes for a moment and sigh. This would have been your choice. Jedi or Corellians..not a hard decision to make. The din of those around you intrudes into your consciousness again drowning out the officer's answer. You move closer to the Master to hear the words, only to have him look down over his shoulder at you. At this distance the furnace of his body heats the surrounding atmosphere and you are drawn to the heat as a moth to flame.

Qui-Gon answers, turning his eyes back to the officer as the man makes to walk away. "Very well then, we will be awaiting their arrival."

Your mouth turns up at the corner. Apparently a decision was made about Kor and you. "We are going to be housed with you?"

"That was the decision, yes." Qui-Gon answers, his arms unfolding out of his sleeves. "But first you need to return to your cabin and retrieve extra clothing, if you have any as well as blankets and the like."

"And were we going to be asked for input?" you ask, folding your arms. You can feel the weight of Kor's stare on the back of your head, but you do not give in to the pull to turn and look at her.

"There is no alternative if you wish to be kept relatively safe," he mutters, moving his arms to his side and turning fully to face you. "I would advise you returning to your room quickly and remaining there until either Obi-Wan or I come to retrieve you."

You sigh and turn to Kor as her hand lands on your shoulder. You turn to see your friend shaking her head forcefully, her short locks flying out to the side. The pleading look in her eyes says to you to keep quiet. Kor smiles slightly at the Jedi and steps forward to grab your elbow and move you away from the men. "We are in cabin 35," she states quietly as she passes Obi-Wan. The young apprentice nods and you are moved quickly away from the men.

"Keep your mouth quiet," Kor hisses as you move away, avoiding various men that stand between you and the door. You are warm now. But the further you get from the Jedi, the colder you become. It is as if they have a bubble of warmed, honeyed atmosphere surrounding them. The cold begins to bite at your skin as you approach the portal to the corridor. "They are offering something that we kinda need right now."

You frown and lean to talk close to her ear. "I suppose you're right, but.." You turn to look at the Jedi once again before passing the threshold of the door. The Master and Apprentice still watch you. But from this angle, they are still shrouded in shadow. Tall and imposing, the two of them are enough to make shivers travel down your spine. You stop yourself and nullify the saying. "You are right. Let's go get things together. I have a feeling we will not have to worry about being cold any longer."

"Second door on the left."

You twitch your shoulder, holding the pile of blankets that you carry makes it impossible to do much more. Behind you, Kor steadily steps, hauling her pile of serviceable wrappings that could be used for extra heat. All you can see is her blond curls. You sigh. Somehow, you are in the front of the group, with the Jedi bringing up the rear.

"Just hit the key."

You nod, switching the blankets around as you approach the door. The cold air continues to bite at your legs, making your knees feel like they are cutting through ice. Obi-Wan had arrived to retrieve you about ten minutes previous. Kor had been eager to leave. You, on the other hand. You are not quite sure of this whole situation. But any warmth is better than no warmth..and that was the road down which you were treading. The heat had been turned off to your room right before Obi had arrived.

"It will just open?" you call back.

"It should." Obi-Wan's rich voice floats back to you. "And you should feel some warmth inside. They redirected a little heat there."

You reach out from underneath the pile, rolling your shoulder. You miss the palm switch the first time and have to rebalance to touch it again. The cold metal feels almost wet against your palm. Pressing the switch, you rest back on your heels as the door slides open. You do indeed feel the warmth as it rushes out of the room, across your legs like a summer breeze. It immediately arouses the nerves in your legs. You stop in shock of the warmth and Kor bounces against your back and drops her blankets. They fan out on the floor silently.

"Gods." Kor curses behind you. She bends to pick up the pile, and Obi-Wan follows, his cloak spreading out on the floor like a soft pillow. You turn in the corridor and step to the side, your foot over the threshold. There is barely enough room to stand let alone bend to retrieve the clothes so you move backward into the room. Your feet tie up on each other and you almost trip into the darkness that yawns in front of you. As you clear the doorjamb, the door slides shut behind you.

And silence reigns.

And then there is the rustle of fabric. The sound of material stretched tight on skin. Almost soundless usually, the noise is deafly loud in the cold tight air of the room, and the silence that surrounds it. A breath in the dark.

You turn to the beds within the room. They are apart from each other, aligning the walls. There is a small light on the table between them, but it is extinguished. The only light within is the dull red of the emergency lighting. The noise had come from your left.towards the large furniture. On one bed, a pair of legs stretches toward you. They seem as endless as they had earlier that night. A pair of strong feet end the expanse of his legs.one of which is bent to press his knee to the ceiling.the other stretches out to the foot of the bed.

He quickly slides those legs off the side of the bed, curling them over the edge. Qui-Gon pulls with those strong legs and he rises to his feet quickly. All muscle and movement..until he stands erect next to the bed. His hair is loose about his head, the hair tie missing.the locks are like a curtain hiding a light in a window. He appears to be fine until he turns, and the sight takes your breath away.

You knew that his skin was golden, warm.but the sight of it hits you hard as pelting rain as he stands in front of you. The tunic hangs open on his chest, dropping as a straight line from his shoulders to his abdomen. The skin is golden.taut.you can see the shadow of his ribs, the rippling of his abdomen. His leggings are tied low.loose. hanging off the sharp hipbones that are prominent..gaping.

He looks tousled. Worn. Tense. Caught unawares. His hands are curled across his abdomen, near the low band of his leggings. And it is the hands that draw your attention to his lower abdomen, to the slight tenting of the material there. And his eyes.. Your head snaps upright, drawing your line of vision away from his bare feet, his muscular legs.to his face. And the heat.like lit coals.shining out from them.

"Master Qui-Gon?" You ask, tilting your head to the side.

His mouth turns up slightly at the corner as he contemplates you. "You have arrived a little sooner than I expected you," he states by way of an excuse. His hand curls toward his body, tangling in the ties of his leggings. The piece of string that serves to tie them hangs loosely down. With a sure hand, he pulls the fastener tight, rectifying the low list of the hem. As it slides back up into its proper place, the material stretches tight across his groin.accentuating the sizable bulge that suddenly becomes quite obvious.

You find your eyes caressing him, traveling up and down the length of his torso until finally they climb to meet his eyes once again. He meets your gaze with an intense one of his own.one that makes your knees weak.

"Gods.I hate having my hands full like this."

Kor stumbles through the doorway, her arms laden with the now mussed blankets. Obi-Wan follows, carrying the other necessities that had been spilled in the hallway. You move aside as if in a trance; your eyes are still held by the power in the Master's stare. You know what he has been doing. You can tell.you are not an innocent when it comes to men, their actions.their driving force. No, you know what you interrupted here. And by the raising of his eyebrow and the quirk of his mouth, he knows you do. You find your mouth curving into a matching smile.

Obi-Wan moves forward, helping Kor put her pile of blankets on the left bed. It is then that you notice that you still hold your parcel. You walk to a nearby chair and bend to place the material on its smooth seat. When you straighten, you find the Jedi Master behind you.silent.

"You can place those on the bed if you wish," he states, his voice lower and richer than previously. A tone that makes your legs quiver and your stomach flutter. "Then we can talk about the situation for the night."

Kor stops fussing as she hears the low rumble from the Jedi Master. "What situation? I thought that this was the solution to the situation."

Qui-Gon shakes his head, pulling at his tunic so that it covers more of his body. "The heat will be dropping once again. They have only increased the heat for the move. It will become exceedingly icy in here very soon and we need to decide our course of action to deal with that eventuality."

You sigh and move the pile of blankets to the remaining bed. You look at Kor, meeting her green eyes. Hers flash with something akin to surprise and you nod. This is turning out to be a very interesting trip. As you move to the bed, gently nudging its edge with your bare knees and thighs, you hear in your head: "And it will only get more interesting."

You turn to gape at Qui-Gon only to see a secret, pirate smile on his lips. You shiver.

The sheets are like ice against your hands. The hands are indeed the only part of you that is not wrapped nor enveloped in the warm scratchiness of the Jedi cloak. Your back is pressed against Kor, her feet and bare legs are tangled with yours. The feeling of skin against yours, regardless of whose it was, is erotic in itself. You sigh as the other leg entwined with yours, a male one, encased in soft material, shifts. Your face is pressed into the side of an arm, not the most comfortable position but it is warm.

"Are you comfortable?"

You sigh and shift your shoulders. The beds have been pushed together. Four bodies crowd on the two beds, tangles of legs, arms and bodies has ensued. Your body is warm; the area where Qui-Gon touches is hot. He is channeling heat to your body through touch.and his large hand lying on your back and his arm under your head are doing wonders to warm you. But still, your face is pressed into the roughness of his tunic and the tangy spice-smell of the clothing.

"Not particularly.but..I'll make do."

Your words are cut off as the Jedi shifts on the bed, turns towards you. His large arm falls over your hips, and waist. He pulls insistently on your body, easing it closer to him across the sheets. You tense as your body comes into contact with his, but only momentarily. That warmth that you had loved from his hand is now pressed completely against you. "I'm not sure this is a very good idea," you whisper again. He has heard this from you previously.

His voice rumbles down from above your head and it shakes his chest. "I understand your thoughts on the matter. However, there is no other way to generate the body heat we need."

The voice itself makes you shiver, makes your knees quake.the accent, the tone just seems to flow off his tongue and affects you on an atomic level. His arms tighten and he shifts his cloak to cover you more fully. "Are you still cold?" The heat flow from his body increases. The leg next to yours just barely insinuates itself between your knees. Through the thin material of your shirt, you feel his chest. His tunic is not completely tied and gapes open in areas allowing his skin to meld with yours. He is close.so close that the heat from him makes you feel steamed.

"No."

"Then why do you shiver?" he asks, his voice descending in tone. You gasp at the tangible reaction to his words: your toes curl and you separate your legs a little more to allow his body that much more chance to connect with yours. You move your hands until they tuck and touch his chest. The skin is smooth, sparsely covered with hair and you brush at it, marveling at the difference in textures. Suddenly, you feel the hair moved from the side of your face and a warm pair of lips graze at your ear. "Why do you shiver?" is asked once again.

A kernel of desire erupts in your center, blossoming and spreading. You can feel the flurries in your abdomen and it spreads to your breasts, teasing them into an aroused state. Your thighs tremble slightly, your toes tighten in their curl and you can feel a tingling in your fingers. Your legs spread even further and his thigh ventures in between, quickly and without hesitation. Closeness. Complete coverage. The bulging muscle presses until it comes to rest at the bottom of your skirt hem- close, so dangerously close to your center.

You draw a shuddered breath, and nuzzle under his chin. He is so different from the other men that you have been with in your life, but is inherently, basally the same. You are attracted to him, have been since earlier that night.and you are experienced enough to be comfortable in your attraction. But he is so overwhelming.you shudder again.

"Do you need more contact?"

Qui-Gon moves his hips against yours, sliding his thigh further between your legs and up against your center. You respond by sighing and moving your hands up his chest. His returned low growl is as much in answer to your touch as it is to your supposed surrender. You relax completely in his arms and they wrap around you.

"Yes."

You squirm lightly, drawing a groan of protest from Kor as you bump her and a small intake of breath from Qui-Gon as you press against him. You can feel his arousal, strong and heavy against your lower abdomen. You had thought that it was still there from earlier in the evening.and now you have physical proof.

"You know what you do," he states, although a question would have sufficed.

"As do you," you retort, pressing your mouth to his chest. "As you have this whole evening."

His shaking chest alerts you to his silent chuckle. "You doubt that being here is in your best interest?"

Your answer is whispered and muffled by his chest. Obviously your moving lips against his skin further incites him, because he moves his hips minutely against you. "I do not doubt that you are saving me from another situation that would be worse. You are giving me a choice and are being a gentleman about it."

"I won't be a gentleman for long if you continue like that," he groans as your hand tangles in his hair. "I know you can feel me."

"Quite acutely." you moan back. His legs tense and you feel his heat bleeding into you.

Qui-Gon's hand travels lower and pulls you against him completely, tightly. His mouth is hot as it tugs on the skin just below your ear. His breath is like sunfire as it rolls over your skin. The words are low as they are spoken into the shell of your ear. "It was watching you this evening. That short skirt you are wearing.you show more skin then should be legal."

You snuggle a little closer, allowing him to completely cover you with his scent and his body.towering and strong. He is older than others you have been with but he is still a man and one that you find infinitely engaging. "It was not deliberate."

"I know.but that does not help with the situation." his lips open on your neck and close over a tendon there on the side. You gasp and tilt your head to allow him to touch more. "I want you to possess you," is growled out against your skin as his beard rubs there.

You arch your back, rubbing against him. You want him with an ache borne of heat. Ever since you saw his eyes in the dark of the meeting room earlier.and his long, long legs.you have felt his pull on you. "I want you as well, Qui-Gon."

His hum is low. You turn your head a little, burrowing your mouth into his neck. He is so hot, everywhere.an inferno. Your lips close on his neck and suckle. The action causes his head to tilt away from your body and you feel bereft without him, but you thoroughly enjoy his low moan. The hot pole that prods at your abdomen jumps at your tease and you smile. "I can help you with that, you know."

"I'm sure you can, little one," he sighs in return, clenching his teeth. He rolls a little, drawing you under him. The thigh between yours tenses and slides against you with the movement and both of you moan because of it. He shifts down so that his mouth is even with yours and takes you lips in a tender kiss that grows quickly in abandon and passion.

Now kissing is something that you love.and have made a favorite hobby out of for years. You love the feel of a man's tongue pressing against your lips, love the feeling of that same rough tongue entering your mouth, the way that a man's lips tug incessantly when they want further contact. And Qui-Gon does all these things. Your hearing is overwhelmed by the sound of the settling down in the pillow, of your hair rasping on the pillowcase. But the feelings.the tangible feelings of his lips.everywhere on you.

As he pulls back from that kiss, his lips close over your bottom lip and then travel down to your chin. The hot breath on your skin coupled with the moistness of his mouth is enough to make you feel boneless, weightless and wanton. You flood with wetness for him, eager to join. In your previous liaisons, you could always direct the interaction.this man overwhelms, overpowers and dominates you. His tongue rims your lips, skirting and then dipping into your mouth. He seeks to make you respond completely to him.only to him.

His hips sink between your spreading thighs. Kor sighs next to you and you look over at her to see her looking back at you through veiled eyes. She can see you. But it is the last that you are able to observe, as the Jedi Master on top of you becomes your world. With a sigh and an inhale, he tilts his pelvis against yours making you groan with the complete contact. Even through his leggings, you can tell that he is more than ready for entrance. Sturdy and hot, his cock rubs against your center.now only thinly covered a layer of silk

You groan into his mouth as it swallows yours again. He lowers his head to your ear again, teasing the lobe and growling in your ear.

"I can't do this here." you sigh.

"I will have you tonight." he moans, moving his hands down to your hips. You are urged against him with a barely concealed force.

"But not here." you mutter against his ear as you tug at his hair. "I don't want to share this with others."

He mutters a low curse and nods minutely. He rises, pushing against the mattress and the mattress dips under his weight. His legs tense between yours and he rises, slowly becoming upright. He reaches down, snagging your hands in his and pulling upward. You ascend to come to a rest against his chest. "Then lets find somewhere that we can, little one. And quickly. I will not wait long."

OBI INSERT: written by AYA

You keep your eyes tightly closed as your friend Ila begins to kiss the Jedi master. They're trying to keep quiet, but even soft whispers are like shouts in the cold quiet night. Not to mention they are no more than a foot away from you. You feel his apprentice, Obi-Wan move slightly behind you, and hear Ila's breathing get shallow, more ragged.

"I will have you tonight."

Gods, even his voice is heat, warm velvet heat pouring from his soft lips. You shut your eyes tighter. They shift even more and you feel Obi-Wan behind you, hear his breathing become less controlled.

He heard them too.

Quickly, quietly Ila and the master leave the room and you lay there, bereft of heat. The coldness hits you in a wave and you begin to shiver uncontrollably. Suddenly you feel the rough brown cloth fall over your body.

"I have to apologize," Obi-Wan says, "That isn't why we invited you to stay with us."

You move closer to him, more out of necessity than desire. His heat is a magnet that draws you even closer until your back is pressed against his chest. He pulls you as close as he can, chasing away the cold.

"She wouldn't have gone unless she wanted him," you say shrugging lightly. You chuckle then. "At least they've found away to deal with the cold."

A rumble against your back tells you he's laughing too. You smile and close your eyes, but sleep is the farthest thing from your mind. "What's he like? Your master, I mean."

Obi-Wan sighs and you feel his breath in your hair. "He's fascinating, infuriating at times. One of the most respected and feared Jedi in the order."

"Feared?" You're suddenly concerned for your friend. "Perhaps..."

"That's not what I mean," he says quickly, stroking your arm with his strong hands. "He's feared because he follows what he believes to be the will of the force. He challenges the council at every turn, but they still defer to him and his judgment. Most of the time."

"Then this is not out of character for him."

He stifles another laugh. "This is very out of character for him. He is usually very discreet. This is the first time I've ever..." his voice fades into an awkward silence.

You turn in his arms and smile, trying to put him at ease. "Ila isn't that way either. She says I'm the one that usually kisses first and asks questions later."

He grins sheepishly. "My master believes the same of me. He tells me if I'm not pining for someone new each day, he'd send me to the healers."

You giggle, burying your face in his warm chest. "I guess we're two of a kind then," you say, looking up shyly into his eyes...

Gods, why didn't you notice them before. They are deep blue now, you can tell even in the dim cabin light. A crooked grin curves on his lips. Softly parted lips. His braid falls carelessly over his shoulder, brushing just past your cheek.

"You are so beautiful..." Gods did you say that aloud?

His grin widens. "As are you." He brushes your cheek lightly with a warm fingertip that leaves a fiery trail along your skin. You move closer, his and your body heat making the air spark with anticipation.

Kissing him is the most natural thing to do at this moment, and his response shows his agreement. His hands are in your hair now, stroking and pulling gently at first then harder as your ardor builds. He rolls you onto your back and his hands are suddenly everywhere, burning your skin as you reach around him with your arms, your legs...

"Gods..." he moans, pulling away quickly. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean..."

You smile up at him. "I certainly hope you did," you whisper, drawing his mouth to meet yours.

He's hesitant this time, not wanting to overwhelm you but as his lips part against yours, you're instantly flooded with warmth starting in your center and racing through you like electric pulses. His hands are in your hair again as he rolls off, pressing his body against your side. You feel the hard bulge against your leg and shift against him gently, softly rubbing him with your thigh. He breaks away and slowly trails his lips across your skin, burning you with hot kisses that seem to melt the cold night air. One hand is in his tunic now, parting the soft cloth to bare his chest to your exploring fingers. He moans against your neck as you skim his hard nipples with your fingertips.

Undoing the top of your dress, he slowly sighs against your skin, breathing in the fragrance of challa flowers you like to wear.

//They're my favorite too.// Gods, his voice in your head, his hands on your body...

"Please Obi..."

His mouth closes over one nipple and you're suddenly arching up against him, your whole body shuddering from the wet heat. He swirls it with his tongue, nipping lightly with his lips and teeth, all the while pressing his hot erection against your leg. One hand slides down your body, lingering on the soft skin of your leg before moving upwards, under the hem of your short skirt.

You follow his lead and fumble with the ties of his leggings, still arching up into his wet mouth, into his talented fingers. His shaft is hot and heavy in your hands and you stroke him with nimble fingers.

"Gods, wait please..." His words are broken, ragged as catches your wrist, easing you out of his leggings. Moving up, he raises you hand to his lips and runs his tongue over your palm, across your fingers and between them, then pressing soft lips against your fingertips.

You smile and do the same, tasting yourself on his fingers just as he must have tasted himself. You slide your hand back into his waistband as his mouth covers yours.

His fingers dance over your skin, stroking your most sensitive spots as his tongue strokes your own. He moves against you, setting the rhythm for you both. You curl your hand around his hardness, stroking him with well-slicked fingers and are rewarded with a gravelly moan.

The kiss deepens as your movements get less controlled and more frantic. Then he breaks away and is moaning against your neck, his hips moving against your hand as you curve against him, tilting up, driving his fingers into your wet folds, feeling him in you, stroking you, touching you, teasing you...

He swallows your scream with his mouth, groaning as his hot cum spurts on your hands, your wrists, between your fingers. He's shaking now as you draw every last drop from him, teasing the sticky head with your nails as he purrs against your neck. You're breathing is labored, as is his and you nestle sated into his arms.

Using the force, he calls a cloth to his hands and hands it to you.

"Useful talent you've got there," you say, taking it from him.

"It's helped me out once or twice."

"Just once or twice?" you tease.

He chuckles. "A gentleman never tells."

You giggle softly and say nothing more, safe, warm and content in his arms.

END OF OBI INSERT

The icicle surface of the floor nearly burns your feet as you rocket down the hallway. Your hand is nearly crushed by Qui-Gon's. He grips it like a vice, pulling you along, but you can barely keep up with his thunderous pace. His long legs, at once incredible objects to behold, are stretching and tightening, propelling you and he along the darkened walls. You stumble as he quickens his pace once again.

He slows as he takes the corner, and his arm contracts. You whip around his body, your hand still firmly held in his, until you find yourself crushed against his chest. He spares you the slightest, hot, steamy glance before reaching down and seizing you into his arms. You gasp as those steel arms wrap around your thighs and waist. They are like biting iron bans cutting into your skin. Your chin lands on his shoulder and your arm is released from his. Your hands fly about his shoulders, landing on the hard mountains of muscle to grip hard. His one hand lands just under the hem of your skirt, and you gasp at the burning heat that you feel.

"Wha-?"

"You weren't walking fast enough." he grits out, his teeth grinding. You legs dangle about his thighs, and you do not struggle to turn another way. You try to hold on as his pace increases. You are bounced in his arms as he makes his way down the darkened hall. You know you will have bruises where your body repeatedly strikes against his muscular frame. Your calves brush against the hot bulging center that just rubbed against you in bed. You shudder- the man is a walking furnace.so..enflamed.

"I need you now.I've waited long enough this evening, little one.and I don't intend to wait any longer than I have to." his voice rumbles out of him and it seems to be heard from all around you. Gasping, you tighten your arms about his neck and shoulders, the roughness of his cloak digging into you skin. It rasps there, raising flesh. His hair falls about your arms, swaying with each powerful stride. But it is his deep breaths, puffing near your ear that make you shiver and ache.

Qui-Gon turns the corner, shifting his arms. "Do you know anything about the lay out of this freighter?" he growls into your ear.

You shake your head. The air is so cold around your legs and his body is so hot on your front that you are simply in a swirl of sensation.billowing warm cloak, hot hands, massive arms. You feel him slow and shift you to one of his arms. Your legs raise and wrap around his waist as he grunts his pleasure. He presses the door mechanism on the interior corridor side and stops momentarily to run his hand up your thigh, balancing you against the wall and his body.

He chases your mouth with his, pressing your head against the wall. His superior bulk holds you tight against him and the corridor wall and you wonder which is more solid. Then his mouth latches on your lips, sucking your over-stimulated flesh into his mouth. Your skin is awakened by the rub of his beard. Your hands latch onto his hair, pulling him closer as he growls lowly. Qui-Gon's hips jerk against you and you feel his cock rub against very place it should.

He grunts, pulling away from the wall, and stalking through the doorway into the pitch-black room. You keep your mouth attached to his, allowing his tongue to probe and sweep. He makes it five paces in the room before you are pressed up against the wall again. Qui-Gon moans as he presses his mouth against yours even harder. You hitch your thighs up on his hips, hooking your calves into his lower back.

His hand inches down and hoists your short skirt, sliding his hands up your inner thighs. The tender soft skin there tingles as he massages for a minute, his fingers brushing against your center. You know that your panties are soaked through, and his growl vibrates your lips as his fingers encounter that evidence.

"You are ready for me, aren't you?" his voice is so rough in your ear that you swear that it is abrading your skin. "You want me inside of you."

Your whimper can be interpreted as a yes as you throw your head back against the wall. His ardent passion and force is washing over you like a wave. You feel his fingers press harder, finding your nub through the silk and rub with hard pressure. His mouth grazes your ear. "Say it, little one.say you want me in you."

You can barely think let alone speak. How can you answer him.his words are lost in the rushing of your blood? "Yes."

"I've been thinking about this most of the night." he moans, his hands easing around the elastic of your panties. You sigh as his fingers brush against your curls. His long fingers run down your intimate flesh, making you bow like a reed in the wind. Your legs shake as you allow the full onslaught of his touch to affect you.

"Please."

"You've only had boys until now.haven't you?" Qui-Gon's voice is deep and almost a whisper; his cheek rubs against yours. "I'm a man."

Grabbing his hair, you pull until his neck arches and you can lick at the skin just to the side of his jaw. "I can handle you." you whisper back.

Your panties give with one loud rip as he removes them from your body. The silk feels like falling water as it runs down your skin, but leaves your liquid heat open to the frigid air. "You'll never want a boy again, I can foresee that." he answers, reaching for the ties of his leggings. You feel his hand fumbling with his clothes, abrading against your center as it does so. He is intent on you..on what is happening.

Your skirt bunches up around your waist, baring you completely for him. His leggings give way, opening, but remaining on his hips. The heat that you crave, that you have sought all evening presses against you from this man in front of you and you yearn to touch the flame. He lifts you with sure hands, hoisting you higher on the wall. His hips tilt to keep you as high as he places you and you tighten your thighs.

Qui-Gon grasps himself in his large hand, and presses against your opening. You sigh, gripping at his shoulders and moaning aloud. His head falls back on his shoulders and his hair dangles about your hands. The muscles in his shoulders bunch. Once he enters you, his hands fall to your thighs and knees, spreading you wider for him.

He is going to waste no time.

You don't want him to waste any more time than needed.

Your shoe falls off of your left foot as you bang your feet against his buttocks, which begin to piston. And you can see nothing. it is dark.all you can feel is power. Unadulterated, unharnessed power. Sight is not needed. Cold air stings at your nose and dries your throat as you gasp and inhale on his first, long, strong thrust.

"Hold on," he warns, sliding deep into you.

He withdraws and enters again, harder this time. Stronger, quicker, as though he worries you will melt or disappear. The heat that he puts off might cause you to melt.you gasp on his next stroke.

"So good, you know that?" His voice is deep and gravely. He sighs as he pulls out again. "You know what you are doing to me, don't you?"

You moan and try to answer, only to have his lips fall to your mouth. He tries to devour them, nibbling on the bottom lip until it falls open for his plundering tongue. He is making you so wet, so wanting of him..his words, his actions, his smell, his breath.. You can hear your bodies slapping together in the darkness in which the room exists.

Qui-Gon shifts his hips, circling slightly before renewing his movements. You can feel the skin at the collar of his tunic becoming slick with sweat. Your body is a dancing flame in his arms-flickering, trembling.rivets of sweat run down over your erect nipples, the insides of your thighs quiver and his hands slip on the wetness that spreads there as well.

The wall refuses to give.his body refuses to give.two immovable, solid objects supporting you. As he spreads you even further, one of your arms falls to the wall behind you, pressing flat against its cold, slippery surface. The other arm grips at his neck, at his straining muscles there. The enclosed space is filled with your moans of delight. It is true you have never had a man like this.and you are loving every minute of it.

Your head springs upright as you feel yourself tense. Your legs strain to close, but his pistoning slim hips are there. You cross your ankles and tense more.you can feel the approaching orgasm.

"Little one." his voice catches as he throws himself into the thrusts. His head falls to the wall next to you and you press against the wall to match his thrusts. But it is too late for you..you have been walking the thin line of arousal all night. His smoldering eyes, his hidden lips, those thighs, his shoulders. you are shaking, but you are too over stimulated to orgasm this quickly.

Qui-Gon thrusts completely inside, grunting lowly and then throws his head back. His hips press completely against yours and suddenly your ear is filled with his shout of completion. You moan from the pleasure that you hear in that vocalization and lean your head back against the wall. Your heart is pounding, your ears are filled with the sound of rushing blood and his pants, your nose flares and you quiver, shake.

"Oh Gods." he breathes in your ear. This hand tugs at your hair until you turn and he kisses you tenderly. It is a far cry from the animal that just took you. But an animal that you welcome.

Icy.

The metal is very cold at your back.exceedingly cold. Your shirt feels even thinner now.now that you have soaked it with sweat. But it is the warmth at your front on which you concentrate. Qui-Gon still leans against you, breathing heavily and shaking your body with each inhale. Your left foot is chilled, as it tries to curl into his tunics and leggings for warmth.

"Are you all right?" he whispers into your ear.

"As right as rain," you sigh, shifting yourself. He is still buried deep inside of you and you can feel the last vestiges of hardness there. With each breath, though, he softens until he slips out of you. You sigh with the feeling of loss. Your legs are cramped from clutching at him.

"I haven't done that-"

"You could have fooled me," you interrupt, leaning your head back against the wall to smile at the tall Jedi Master who is now cradling you in his hands.

He frowns in return, shifting you in his arms. "In this position, little one.. I have not had someone affect me in that manner for a great many years."

You continue to smile, shifting your legs about his waist. He takes the hint and releases your legs so that they drift to the ground in front of him. "How many years, Jedi?"

He shakes his head and sighs. His hands remain on your hips, just lightly grasping, as if afraid you will run. You breathe easier but are colder without his massive bulk pressed against you. You move forward into the shelter that his extended arms make and he closes his arms around you. "Not as many as you seem to think, little one," he answers, tightening his arms.

You shiver for a moment and then lift your head to look around the room. In the darkness you can make out the form of a table and several chairs. The Jedi Master seems to know where the objects are instinctively and he moves back towards them with you firmly entrapped in his arms. His bulk collapses, folding into the comfort of the chair. His grip lessens enough that you are left standing, but that changes as he pulls you atop his lap.

Your back is covered by his cloak and your legs stretch across his. The leggings are open, allowing you to feel the hot almost liquid flesh beneath you. Qui-Gon's arms close around you and nestle you to his chest. His one hand lands on your naked thighs, so large that they curl around the breadth of them. He leans his head back against the headrest. His neck stretches not far from you, and you ache to run your hands across its thickness. After a quiet moment, he sighs.

"Not much to say, is there?" you ask, staring intently at his face.

He smiles gently, allowing his eyes to scan the ceiling.

"It was incredible." you begin.

His smile widens. "You flatter me a little much, don't you think? I had you against a wall."

You smile and then erupt into low giggles. "I loved it. It was erotic, and..different." you stop laughing as his head turns down to meet your eyes once again. His blue eyes are dark, deep, murky in the low light, there is only a sparkle from within that graces you. His hand raises to cup your chin, tilting you head back. The thumb strokes your skin, and makes you tremble slightly.

Lines form around his eyes as he continues to stroke at your skin. "Are you cold?"

You mouth no as he nods. He tilts his head to the side and his hair tumbles to one side. "Do I affect you that much, little one?"

As you nod, some of your hair tumbles loose around your head and his hand. His mouth widens in a knowing smile. His arm tightens and pulls you flush against his chest and it shakes with a muffled chuckle. You press your hands against the wall of muscle that is his chest and curl your fingers into the tunic and muscle. So warm..now.still.

"You are cold as well," he states, pulling your head to his shoulder. "My sexual prowess will only keep you warm so long.we had better move back to the room." You almost snort, tiredly, into the folds of the cloak on his shoulder. His aroma, one of warm man and leftover sex wafts over you. Your feet and legs are cold.too cold. With a sigh, he rises, pulling you up in his arms as he does. The majority of your weight presses into his front. The laces of his leggings are open and the edges of the material press into your side. His skin is just beyond it, so hot.

The door that you had so recently just stumbled through opens to admit the two of you to the corridor. He steps out and moves his arms a little to cradle you in them as well as cover your legs with his cloak. You barely hear the footfalls of the Jedi.he has stealth and you are falling asleep. Great sex has always had this affect on you- the harder and faster the sex and quicker you fall under dreams' spell.

"Just a few more minutes, little one, and we will wrap up in blankets," he states taking the last corner. You lift your head from his shoulder to look at the approaching door. He stops outside for a minute, and with a gentle nod, then opens the door with a flick of his mind.

The room is as you left it, but the aroma of sex is strong. Two bodies lay entwined on one of the beds as they remained pushed together against the far wall; all you can see is one mass - legs and arms and torsos meld and exist. Qui-Gon inhales deeply and releases the breath, moving you with his exhalation. Gently, he sets you down on the one remaining bed and you scoot back up the mattress. He sheds his cloak, and climbs up next to you. The blankets and cloak are then pulled and layered atop you. And his hot body, like a living flame presses against you and entangles with you.

You find that you are able to entwine with him, meshing your legs and body with his. Gone is the physical wariness between you. His legs slide easily with yours, his mouth presses lightly against your brow.

"We can talk in the morning, little one, if you wish.but I sense that you are tired," he sighs, his warm breath puffing at your hair. Your nod is all he needs to enfold you close to his body. The heat of his body, his breath, his leg between yours, his arms..it is all you need as you fall blessedly and blissfully asleep.