Logical Reasoning

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"Ask questions later, for now just RUN!"

You nod as best you can as you rocket down the craggy hallway. The brightness of the safe haven behind you becomes dark and gloomy quickly. You have never been out of the citadel. Up until this point, it was considered off-limits, sacred and punishable by death. The hard rock surrounding you is nothing like the cool metal and sleek glass walls with which you have grown. It feels savage. It feels.......

"You had better move more quickly." You hear drawn at your shoulder. The voice belongs to the young Jedi man that has been around for the last several days. He and his `Master' had been on the planet for the last two weeks to mediate the growing conflict over the sovereignty of the planet. What little negotiations took place were a disaster. A warm hand encases your elbow to propel you down the cavern. "Hurry now."

You look to the young Apprentice Jedi. His eyes show the desperation that has been the tone of the last few days. Traveling as you are in a troupe of fifty people, all of which are administrators like yourself, none of who know where to go, or where to hide, there is a cause for alarm. "I would hurry if I knew where I was going?" Or where we're staying tonight, and what we'll be eating..

"Trust us, young administrator," answers back an even deeper voice, resonating in the damp tunnel. You know that the Master Jedi is behind his apprentice, essentially herding you into the depths of the planet.

"Trust in you." You say, lowly, not really with disbelief.

"Yes, we have the Force as our beacon."

"Beacon?" You gasp as the Apprentice grabs your arm tighter, nearly throwing you over a pile of rubble and stones in your path. "That magic you follow? That elusive power of the universe? Jedi, the Kindiran do not believe in magic, or anything without scientific basis. We simply relied on your presence here as ambassaries from the Galactic Senate in this matter, not for you to lead us through forbidden areas of our planet.." you gasp as you turn a corner. Many of your fleeing party have stopped here- to rest, to talk, and to figure out where to go.

"You had no choice," the elder Jedi grinds out as he pushes past you, his heavy woolen cloak rubbing against your arms bared by your standard issue jumper.

"My master is correct," the younger says, leaning into your shoulder. "If you had stayed, the Grungars would have killed you. Escape was the only thing to do..and if it is to a forbidden area of the planet, then you have gained an upper hand."

"But we are not happy about it," you shoot back, moving to stand with Miko, your friend. As you move next to him, he nods.

"These Jedi cannot be serious about this, can they?" He asks you in the low-pitched draw that is common to your people. "Their primitive ways of magic will."

You sigh leaning back against a pillar. "Their magic is irrelevant here, Miko. But they do have survival training, and that will come in handy." You wipe your brow to push sweat off of your face. The air here in the caverns is not climate controlled, as was the citadel. "And they are correct about the Grungars."

"I concur with that, but how can we survive down here?" Miko leans his head back against the wall next to you. Silence falls between you broken only by your gasps and heated exhales. You put your hands behind you to cease the shaking that has begun in them. Miko catches your eye and grimaces, his blue eyes betraying his anxiety for you. "Your burning, it gets worse, does it not? When was your schedule for your rupture?"

You sigh and lift a hand to observe its shaking. Miko captures it to feel the temperature of your skin. He sighs and shakes his head. "It was this week, wasn't it? Your rupture. Your hand seems hot enough to burn a bun."

"Yes, the appointment was for two days ago. But the rupture clinic was shut down during the talks because of its proximity to the hall used for the negotiations; they rescheduled me for tomorrow, but.." You make a fist as your shaking becomes more pronounced. "I'll just get through it, Miko."

He seems to almost laugh at your announcement. "Just get through it? You know that is impossible.the level of heat coursing through your body, the increased pressure on your heart.." He turns serious as he meets your eyes. "It will drive you slowly insane and possibly affect your body in a way that will cause permanent harm."

You grimace as the two Jedi wave for the group to continue on. You push away from the wall, feeling the cold sharp rock scraping your hot palm. You hold the fist up to your face and watch it shake and grimace in pain. "At least," you whisper to Miko, " at least it comes and goes in cycles. The pain is only for a very short time." You grimace as you feel the tingles of searing pain shooting down your arms and legs, followed quickly by a flaring heat that centers in your abdomen. The aftermath leaves your hands shaking worse. You gasp as the pain recedes. Miko is shaking his head again in response to your pain.

"You are going to have to get ruptured; there is no other way for you to make it through this." Miko states as he grabs your elbow to keep you going.

You sigh as you rocket over the next pile of debris. You can feel your legs shaking. And you know that there is no other way.

The rocks on which you lay are the hardest surface you have ever experienced. Your back is against the gravel and the thin coat that is under your head does little to cushion it against the hardness. The small outcove that you are sleeping in is close to the top of your head. As you stare at the rock, you realize that it is not the same rock that you fell asleep under. And the presence that you feel at your arm is not the same presence of Miko that you fell asleep next to.

"She is awake." You hear Miko's voice in your ear.

"Ouch," you say as you lift your head. The pain in your abdomen is excruciating. You grit your teeth and groan as the pain spreads throughout your legs. You begin to struggle as you feel the tendrils of tearing pain reach your toes. It is too much to bear and you whimper. A strong hand lands on your abdomen and the pain lessens, not completely, but enough.

"Oh thank." You sigh, drawing a deep breath. That same strong hand lands on your forehead and trails to your cheek.

"She is burning up. What's been done for her?" the low, gravely voice rumbles in your ear. You struggle to turn your face to you healer and his hand lowers to grab your shaking hand. When no answer is forthcoming from Miko, the voice answers again, a little more forcefully. "Speak up, man! What's been done for her?"

You answer for your friend, knowing that he does not feel comfortable talking about the situation. "Nothing can be done."

You open your eyes to make contact with the Jedi Master as he leans over you. The low ceiling above you is so low that the man, even lying on his side raised on his elbow, needs to scrunch over. His eyes meet yours for one second before shaking his head. "What affects you so? When your friend brought you here, you were barely able to speak coherently and you were in great pain."

"Simply something that affects our race, Jedi." You answer steadily, making eye contact with Miko whom is kneeling at your feet. You beseech him with your eyes to not let your predicament out to a pair of men from a cult that you do not trust, nor want to understand. You feel helpless, but you do not wish to look for help from these warriors.

Miko nods slowly, clearly understanding your wishes. He moves to help you out of the position in which you are lying. "As you have made her comfortable, Jedi, I will return her to her sleeping place." as Miko grabs your arm to help you, you wince in pain.

The Master sees your wince, and lays a hand on your arm. He grimaces as he tries to take your overwhelming pain. "No, leave her here...my apprentice and I will look to her pain. She may not lose this malady as quickly as you suppose."

Miko is taken aback, his mouth hanging open to argue. But the way that the Jedi is taking your pain is relaxing and you feel the cold sweat that you have been struggling with dissipate. "I will remain," you whisper for Miko to hear. "They are making me comfortable, Miko."

Your friend nods and moves back toward your cloaks lying on the ground. "Call me if you need me," he calls back.

You relax back against the ground and draw a deep breath. The Jedi next to you nods in understanding. The apprentice, however, seems confused. "Why is it that you mistrust us so much?"

You are not in the mood for arguing so you answer softly. "Your order follows the Force, apprentice. My people do not believe in this entity, nor do we want to try. Our society is based on science, on tangible things. We try to limit our emotions and rely only on logic."

"Their society," the elder Jedi chimes in, "is highly evolved in the mental arts, Obi-Wan. I should have told you of this before we came, but I thought only of the mission, not of their mistrust of us. They believe, and have for centuries, that society should be run strictly and entirely on logic. Basal emotions are shunned. That," he says, turning his face to yours, "is why you are not angry nor saddened by your position here."

"True." You gasp as another tendril of pain winds around your chest.

"I can help you, Administrator." The Master Jedi states, "But I cannot do so without knowing the extent of your situation."

You sigh as his bright blue eyes bore into yours. He lifts his hand to wave it in front of your face. You intercept the hand, knowing that he is attempting a Jedi Mind Trick with you.

"There is no need for your wizard ways, Jedi," you state, lowering his warm hand in yours. "My situation is one that every Kindiran goes through in their lives; a curse left over from the time of our evolution. For all of our logic, we have not been able to escape the call of our physical selves. I am going through what is known as the burning."

"The burning?" The apprentice next to you again looks very confused. The elder Jedi, though, looks like he has been struck.

"It is a situation that evolved in our primitive time to alert our bodies that it was our time to mate, apprentice." You state. "Upon our majority, or near to it, our bodies would go through a very physiological reaction if we had not been mated. In order to force us to mate, to continue the society.."

"But your society is perpetuated by genetic cloning and controlled infant incubators." The apprentice shakes his head. "If what you are saying is true."

"It is. And what you mention is true also. We involve ourselves in the distasteful act of sexual intercourse only to fulfill this primitive need, Jedi. We are assigned to a rupture center where we must endure the act. After that, we donate genetic material to the central bank, and it is incorporated when an exacting match of DNA is found." You answer, feeling the burning pain begin again.

The Master Jedi has remained silent, and you turn your eyes to his. It is clear that he knows this of your race. His blue eyes swirl as he thinks about the situation. Eventually he speaks. "You are at your time, are you not? That is the cycling pain and the shaking." he stops as he sees your nod. For the distrust that you hold for these men, you can clearly see that you are dealing with a man that is very intelligent. "Can you not `perform the act' with one of your companions?"

You shake your head. The act of sexual relations is so distasteful to your race, that to those who would `perform the act' simply to help you are unthinkable. You tell the Jedi this. He nods thoughtfully for a second. "Can you get through this time?" he asks softly.

"I don't know," you answer, gripping the rocks below you. "I have never known it to be done."

His large hands fall to hold yours. He lightly rubs your knuckles until the pain lessens. "Obi-Wan, get our blanket and gather it around her shoulders," he states calmly. "She will be bunking with us." You do not need to see the apprentice's face to see his disbelief. The master obviously sees it too. "Padawan, you and I both know that we are not to engage in those types of actions, but maybe proximity to a man will help her. It is a reaction to a mating reflex."

You shake as the pain reaches through your body and grips your lungs and heart. As you gasp, the large Jedi pulls you into his arms. You have never had a man hold you; it is not looked upon as acceptable in your society; it is not needed for logical living. You struggle for a moment, until the pain begins to lessen. The Jedi's arms relax a little as your muscles soften. Relaxing for a moment, you take a deep breath, but feel a deep anxiety at being held this close. Interactions on this level are..you begin to struggle.

The Master Jedi sighs with exasperation and tightens his arms. "Relax," he says. "I will not harm you. I can feel the decrease in your pain level, young one. Relax."

As you feel a blanket being put over you, you let your rigid muscles relax. A sense of relief floats over you as the tension in your muscles diminishes. Your face is pressed into the material of his tunic, and with each breath you smell the dust and sweat that is animal like on this man, but comforting. His voice can be heard above your head, and it causes a rumble in his chest that feels safe. Ridiculous, you fume at yourself as you feel his hands spread on your back to draw you in closer. Safety does not come in a package of contact...it comes from knowing your intellectual powers and bounds.

"Calm," the Jedi states, his arms flexing around you. "The nearness of a male will abate some of the pressures that you feel, little one." His voice is reassuring and you begin to uncoil your tight muscles. "It is simply the calling of nature in your body that you are feeling."

"What do you know of my nature?" you grit your teeth, but relax into his arms nonetheless. "You are not from this planet.."

"No, but we are both human." His answer washes over you. "Our evolution on our respective planets is closely matched. All humans feel the drive to procreate. The fact that this society has deemed itself above the basal calls of its biological drives is not overlooked by the nature. Nature will find a way, and that is what it is doing."

You sigh, gripping his tunic as another wave of bone grinding pain crashes into your chest. Suddenly you don't care about your dislike of the Jedi; he is the only one giving you what you need. He tucks your head into his chest and wraps you in his cloak where you lay. You grip his tunic tightly and whimper as the pain flares and then dissipates to a dull ache. You sigh as he slips his leg to entangle with yours and the rest of the pain drifts away. "Oh thank you," you whisper into his chest.

He nods, settling on his back and pulling you so that you are half on his chest. "You are welcome. Though, I think in the future we might need to do other things if your pain is not manageable in this manner. For now, just remain by me and you will be fine."

You yawn quietly and as you feel his hand rubbing your back, you fall into a dreamless sleep.

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The next morning you are being pulled along the cavern. The ache in your legs is getting worse as is the shaking in your arms. You feel hot and cold. Your center is cold and your limbs are hot but it is not a constant. Your hand begins to shake again and you latch it onto the Jedi's cloak. The tall man turns and smiles gently, "Bad?"

"Very, Master Jedi," you grimace. He waits for you and you come up to him. With a strong but gentle arm he draws you to him. His steps slow until he is standing still. Gently he eases himself back against the wall, pulling you to stand between his spread feet and then wrapping you in his arms. You relax for a moment, listening to the chatter of people up ahead of you and the crunch of the dirt beneath the Jedi's feet. His slow breathing is rhythmic and helps to lull the pain from your lungs and arms. As the pain decreases, you begin to push away from the man to start to walk again. You know that the caverns are getting more confusing and more impossible to navigate. This slows your party down and you know that that is not acceptable in itself; to survive you must find a way to the surface in another safe area.

"Do not fight me, young one." The voice rumbles out of the chest, wafting across you like a coolant system breeze. He eases his hands down until they are on your hips and pushes you a little away. That done, he bends so that all that is seen by you is his strong-featured face and his blue eyes. "And you do not always need to refer to me as Jedi, I do have a name. It is Qui-Gon. My Apprentice's name is Obi-Wan. Now, what is your pain level, little one, on a scale of one to ten."

"Right now?" You ask, placing your palms against his chest.

"Yes." His voice is low and non-threatening in the dark. "Right now."

"I would say a three. Before you entrapped me in your arms..maybe a seven or eight." Your voice carries off as you feel him beginning to laugh. How dare he laugh at your pain. For an evolved being, this man is not..

"Entrapped," he states, easing his arms back around you. "Its proper calling is an embrace, a hug. Entrapped...I had forgotten how distasteful physical contact is for your race. The pain is still at a three?"

"Yes," you answer quietly, looking at your hands were they are on his chest. Your hands, although normal in size compared to your friends, seem minuscule on his chest. The material of his tunic is warm and coarse to your fingers, and they play there in the folds. The texture draws your attention to the exclusion of everything else.

"Is that a manageable level for you to continue in this trek. We need to move, catch up with the others. I could carry you, but."

"Absolutely not," you state, although it seems to take almost too much physical movement to move away from him.

When you have not moved, the Jed....Qui-Gon tightens his arms so that your pelvis comes into contact with his upper thighs. "You are having problems," he states the question, lowering his head on top of yours. "And I cannot continue to stop all the time. I am responsible for the rear flank of your group. Walk beside me, put your arm around me....whatever manner of contact that you need."

"Others will see us," you whisper, aghast in the mention of the action. To be seen involved in physical contact other than for medical purposes is considered taboo.

"Do as you see fit," Qui-Gon says, releasing you and moving aside with purpose. "But we must pick up the pace here."

You grimace as you swipe at the grime and dirt on your sleeve and move to keep up with him. "It is not acceptable, Qui-Gon. I cannot throw out years of my culture."

His hand waves in the air as he climbs the hill of rubble with you. "I know, little one, I know. Situation does not lend itself for cultural propriety though. We will do what we must, I suppose."

You gulp as a wave of pain hits you yet again, more powerful and more quickly than it has before. You watch his powerful shoulders as he reaches up to help you down the last of the hill and pulls on your arm to continue on down the cavern. "Why are you helping me?"

He eyes you and the incredible pain that you guess is plain in your face. His arm sneaks over and stretches across your shoulders to pull you next to him. As you pull away, he tightens his arm and you remain. "Others be damned here- you need this. And I am helping you because as a Jedi, I cannot stand by and let something harm you if I can prevent it. As a man, I don't like to see any other person or lifeform have to deal with unnecessary pain."

You sigh as the two of you make your way down the cavern.

Hours later, you are still moving, though as to how your legs are standing, you have no idea. You have no feeling below your waist, the nerves having gone dead from the pain overload. The Jedi's arm is almost entirely supporting your weight, curled around your shoulders and waist. You have your hand looped under his, helping to keep you upright. He is effortlessly pulling you along, having you move at a quicker pace than you were keeping on your own. Your ability to sense the remaining people in the troupe has diminished so that now all that you can perceive is the Jedi next to you and yourself. You shake and moan as the man takes the last hill quickly. "Level?" he grits out, pulling you completely against his body.

"Nine," you moan.

"Obi-Wan." Qui-Gon yells out, as he pulls you around in front of him, cuddling you in his arms. You could care less about propriety, or what you should be doing. All you know is that Qui-Gon's body is making you burn. When his arms move and brush you, you shiver. His powerful strides not only jar your body, but makes you think of his raw energy. You reach up with your hands to pull on his tunic by his neck. You are rewarded as your arms come around the back of his neck and he hefts you off the ground to be even with his face. "Obi-Wan."

You hear running footsteps and loud skids as the younger Jedi comes around the corner. "Master?" his voice is tightly controlled, but the concern is apparent. You bite your lip. You neither want nor need his pity.

"Take the group on ahead." Qui-Gon's hand is cupping your backside as his other anchors you to his chest. "Our little friend needs further help here."

You whimper as his hand ceases to be felt as a hand, but rather a ball of living fire gripping your flesh. You press your mouth into the side of his neck to keep from moaning out loud. Obi-Wan talks for a second longer with his master before he turns to go back to his place in the group. You turn your head to watch him go. "Qui-Gon." You whisper, gritting between your teeth.

"I know, little one, I know." He answers back, his mouth next to your ear. His warm breath crosses the lobe and you shiver at the feeling. He mistakes the movement for trembling in pain and he grips you harder in his arms. You moan as he continues to speak, his lips grazing your ear lobe. "We need to figure out what to do for you."

Your hands are buried in his mane; your fingers have disappeared into its thickness. You sigh and lift your head to look at him. His face is so close that it fills your entire field of vision. "I need you," you bite out. You know instinctively that you do indeed need him, although what you need from him is beyond your comprehension. His body is speaking to yours in terms that you can not understand.

"I know," he whispers back. "You need my body, little one. I can tell that it's getting to that point."

You grunt in ecstasy as you grip his hair. His head falls back in your grip. With a gentle moan, he eases your hands from his hair and places them on his shoulders. "I need you," you moan again. Nothing is important to you now. All you know is the feel of his hair under your hands, the coarseness of his beard against your cheek. The burning in your veins increases. You can hear your pulse in your ears. Without thinking, you lean forward and latch your lips on his skin, just below his beard.

His intake of breath is followed by the descent of both of you to a seated position against the wall. You straddle his lap; your mouth still attached to his neck. He moans as your hand recaptures his hair. You do not know what to do, but your body speaks to you telling you to get closer to him. "Little one." He groans as your mouth laves at his corded muscle.

"Help me, Qui-Gon. I have no idea of what to do," you breathe. "I only know that I want to get closer to you." And closer you try to get, clawing at his tunic to get at his upper chest.

"Gently, little one." He grabs your hands and pulls them down his chest to hold them. "We need to go gently, soothingly. I want to try and avoid actual intercourse if at all possible...you do not need the involvement with me, and I with you."

"Intercourse?" you ask, distracted from complete thought and speech as his hands return to trail down your neck to massage your shoulders. His fingers touch your skin and you gasp at the contact. Up until that point, the touches had occurred through various layers of clothing. "Involvement?"

He sighs as his hands dip lower on your chest, pulling at the ties that hold your shirt together. "Entry, little administrator, of my body into yours is called intercourse. And yes, it would create an involvement; I don't enter into actions like this lightly." First one side of your uniform falls open and then the other. You shake your head at your nudity. Even in this hazed state, you know that nudity is looked upon with a disapproving eye. You move to cover yourself up, but he intercepts your hand and pulls it down to your lap. "Relax, I have not hurt you yet and I don't intend to start."

"But..." your body trembles as his hand lifts to cup your naked breast. You jerk your eyesight downward to see your flesh encased in his large hand. His warm, gentle thumb is rubbing back and forth across this piece of thoughtless flesh that you have, encouraging its reaction. You are amazed as the reddened part rises to his touch, almost begging for more. You sigh as tendrils of intense feeling not unlike pain radiate out from your breast, making your toes curl.

He groans lightly at your response. His other hand coming up to encase the other orb of flesh. Before his hand even alights on your skin, the nipple is hard and eager. You throw your head back as he touches your skin. A low sound fills the cavern, you realize it is your mouth and throat that are making the sounds.

You lift your head upright as you feel his caresses becoming more ardent. His eyes are burning into yours. "I have only touched you." He breathes. "You are very responsive."

You grimace as he captures your nipples between his thumb and forefinger, rolling them. You arch your back, your hands coming up to land on the back of his moving, roaming hands. He sighs again, lowering his face to lick at your eager flesh. "Very responsive," he murmurs before his mouth latches onto your breast. You arch your back even more as you feel his strong tongue stroking your skin. Your head lulls on your shoulders; the rocks above become your focal point. It is sheer torture, this man's slow devouring of your skin.

He takes your nipple between his teeth and then sucks in the tip. His beard is rubbing roughly against your skin, causing pebbly flesh to break out. Your hand reaches up and grasps the back of his skull, pulling, seeking to have any contact with him at all. You moans are reaching a fevered pitch and he answers one of them with his own low, rumbling moan that makes your head spin.

"Little one." He rasps as he pulls your head back to look at him. "Little one. I must ask that you not touch me." At your look of confusion, he continues, " I am determined to bring you pleasure to abate the problem, but I am trying to have restraint on my part here for your good as well as mine. When you touch me, I..." his eyes slip shut for a moment as you run the back of your hand down his face. Your digits stop as they run over his lips. You can feel the texture, the roughness of his beard against the softness of his lips and the contrast makes you want to taste it too. You lean forward and press your lips against his. He seems to become a living statue for a moment- not breathing, not moving- until his mouth opens slightly.

You sigh as you feel his lips, warm and ripe, open to engulf yours. One of his hands has moved from your front to cup and caress your skull. The other is still rubbing and pulling at your breast. All you can sense is the heat of his body. All you can feel is the draw of his body to yours- the calling without words, without syntax. It is indescribable. You have only ever known communication as a form of verbal articulations, and here this man is making you sing without one single syllable. You smell the sweat and grime on him, but instead of repelling you, it makes you yearn for more.

You start as his tongue enters into your mouth, sweeping across yours in a dance that somehow you know. It is warm and gentle, much like the man you are sitting astride of at that moment. You try to return his caress, knowing that it is acceptable and makes you feel as though you are burning. He groans as you tongue runs across the top of his. Pulling back slightly, he draws the kiss out until he is sucking on your bottom lip. With a soft pop sounding his release of your lips and a light groan, he sits back against the wall. "My little one," he breathes, taking in gulps of air, "playing with fire will get you burned."

"I'm already burning."you whisper against his mouth, "your fire will quench that." You slip your hands gently under his tunic. You feel an overwhelming need to touch his skin, to peel back the layers and touch the liquid fire that is him. "Let me touch you."

Qui-Gon groans as your hands creep under his tunic. You part the material as far as you can before the waist tie stops its movement. With a grimace, you rise up above him to grasp at his belt. He squints at you for a moment and then helps you to find the release mechanism on its side. It falls to the ground and you smile with triumph. The waist tie quickly unwinds and you grasp at both sides of the tunic and pull. His chest is released from it, and its skin gleams in the light from the lantern that you had carried. The light dances across his skin to make it look like liquid gold. As you push the material back over one of his shoulders, you follow with your lips and tongue. As you round his shoulder with your tongue, he grabs your hair to halt your attack.

"You are tasting me like an animal, young one." He growls as he leans forward to take your mouth again. You grab at his chin as his mouth moves over yours. You slip your hands down his waist to the beginnings of his leggings. You draw his leggings down a little bit. You have no idea what, why or how, you know to do this, but you do, and your instincts demand for you to obey them. You lean forward to nip at his chin, hidden in the hair. He grunts with a low, vibrating sound. "A small, curvy, warm animal, but an animal nonetheless. You are making me want to claim you like an animal."

You don't answer him as you ease yourself back on his legs so that you can suck and scratch at his chest. His sharp intake of breath is enough to make you squirm on his legs. He makes a grab for your hands to stop your intense playing with him. You avoid his grip, standing to remove the rest of your uniform. The pounding of your heart and the heat of your skin will accept nothing less than your nudity. You can feel his eyes on you in the low light given off by the lantern. Your body has always been a curse to you, calling, needing basal needs such as water or food. As you bend to remove your pants, you feel his eyes raking over your skin. His groan as you straighten is loud and commanding, almost as if he is giving into basal needs also.

You turn to look at him. "Qui-Gon," the plea is low for your voice, "you find me pleasing to your eye?" At his nod, you continue, "I need you. I need you to rupture me- here, now."

His blue eyes are squinting. He lets his legs fall heavily to the ground. Motioning to his lap, he grimaces. "Do you know what you are asking, little one?" You eyes are drawn to the bulge in his lap, outlined in the brown fabric. His voice is just a shade from a growl as you move closer. "Do you know what I will do to you?"

You bite your lip and stand very close to him. "I only know that I need you, Jedi. And I am asking you to please end this pain." Your eyes center on his blue orbs and he stares at you for a moment before closing his eyes with a groan.

"All right, little one, against my better judgment. I will do what you need." His voice is rumbling and low in the semi-darkness. He tugs on you until you are standing a hair's breadth away from his legs. As you make to sit on his lap again, he shakes his head. "No, dear, there are other things that I must attend to right now. Stand astride me."

Even as you shake from need, you give him a look of confusion. "Jedi? Stand?"

His answering growl is almost lost in the noise of your feet being drug across the floor so that one of your feet is on either side of his thighs. "What are you doing?" you breathe, as you feel his breath on your thighs.

"Helping physics, little one." He says, a rasp to his voice. "Small woman, big man, first time...don't ask questions, just do as I say and you will be fine." He grips the back of your knees and pulls you so that the juncture of your thighs is in his face. You look down at him, seeing his blue eyes ablaze. Gently, he takes one hand and lifts it to touch between your legs. As his fingers make contact, your knees bend, bowing you toward the wall. His fingers dip lower, and they touch your entrance you groan. He answers with a sigh of longing. "You are extremely wet, little one."

You nod without really knowing what the question is you are answering. You move your legs restlessly, to pull back from him, only to vault towards the wall. Catching yourself with your hands against the rock, you groan out loud. The Jedi is licking at you, stroking from top to bottom in long sweeping strokes. Your fingers become somewhat sore as you claw at the wall, grabbing loose rock and dirt. His groans of enjoyment rise to your ears and you feel your eyes rolling back in their sockets. "Ummm, Qui-Gon..what..doing..toooom me?"

You feel his beard rubbing against the top part of your thighs, scraping and leaving fire trails wherever it lands. His tongue is a whirlwind, dancing and sweeping across your skin. It dips deep inside of you, wiggling, and you feel your legs giving out. He braces your backside with one of his hands, reaching to spread you to his tongue even more. As his tongue moves away to center on your hidden flesh again, he slides a finger into your channel. An unexpected feeling comes over you, like you are being invaded, and yet surrendering your turf freely. Your head falls back; your hair falling to sweep at your shoulders. "By the Gods in space," you groan, gripping the wall.

"Do you like that?" his voice drifts up to you. Your eyes are closed, so his voice seems to surround you from all points. You don't answer him, letting the feelings wash over you. With a grunt, he pushes a second finger into you with a little force. Your eyes open suddenly at the increase in size of the object in you. He smiles at you as you lower your head to look at him in adoration.

"I asked, do you like this?" he says even lower than the first. His not so gentle hold on your backside makes you wiggle against him. Looking in his eyes, you know he wants an answer.

"Yessss." You hiss, reaching to grab at his head. "Yes."

"Tell me what you feel." His voice is insistent, grating, and as solid as the rock you touch. He demands the answer from you. His fingers steadily thrust within you, withdrawing and pushing back inside with an incredible pace. "You feel tight and wet to me, little one."

You gasp as his lips return to your clit. Your hands drop to land on his head. His growls as your fingers grip and pull at his hair. "It feels." you gulp, as his tongue takes a very long sweep. "Like molten heat. It feels incredible, like I'm full."

"My fingers are nothing compared to my cock." He growls. He grabs at your hips, pulling down. Soon you are sitting astride him again. You can feel his hardness pressed against you as you sit there. He thrusts his pelvis against you for a moment, holding your hips down and against his. "Do you know what I am going to do, administrator?" he asks his eyes at half-mast.

You gulp, letting your head fall forward onto his shoulder. "No."

"I'm going to ease both our pains." He whispers, kissing at the side of your neck. His hands shake marginally, as he moves your hair to the side to be able to latch onto your neck with his teeth. They scrape at your skin, making you shudder. As you sigh, he lifts you suddenly to your knees. Once his lap and legs no longer have you on them, he grasps at his leggings and forces them down his legs. His boots stop their descent, but neither you nor he cares.

"You are in pain, Qui-Gon?" you ask, holding onto his shoulders while he gets settled. The part of his body that springs from its confines is reddened and erect, standing proud. Your eyes are drawn to its size and shape. It is smooth and yet looks rough.

"I am, little one. In pain and in desperate need of release." His voice rubs on your nerves as his beard did your thighs- that is just enough to cause a reaction. You slowly sink back down to sit on his thighs. Your hand reaches out to touch the tip of the piece of flesh and watch as it twitches. Intrigued, you reach out to encircle his width with your hand. It is hot to touch and seems to swell even more. His groan of pleasure tells you that you are doing something pleasurable for him. You lower your hands down his length and smile as his head falls back to the stones with a thud.

With an effort, after a minute, he lifts his head and clasps your waist. Using his thumb, he leads you to lean back from him. Once that is accomplished, he reaches between your legs and growls in appreciation. "I see that you are still eager for me," he sighs. "And that is good, because I need to be inside of you."

You blink at him as his finger rubs against you for a moment. He then grabs your waist and forces you to your knees. The hand that was touching you moves to his organ, stroking it for a moment and then pulling it a little ways apart from his body. You see the moisture that he collected from your juncture glistening as he rubs it down his length. "I will go as easily and as slowly as I can, little one, but I want to be inside you so much right now, I can taste it."

Finally understanding, your eyes open wide. "You want to put...."

"Yes, little one. That is the rupturing. My body joining yours." He places the organ next to your opening.

"But, its size." you bite your lip as he rubs it against your body.

"It will only hurt for a moment, I promise you." His voice is strangled. When you still look down toward his lap, he grunts taking the hand that is not holding himself and gently cups your chin. He sighs as he sees your wide eyes. "Look at my eyes, little one. Keep your gaze there. Concentrate on the loss of your pain when this is finished."

You nod slowly, latching your hands onto his shoulders. Your gaze locks with his as he steadies you again with his hand. Feeling his organ press into your channel again, you gasp. "My eyes, little one," he reminds you as he spreads you with his spear and then latches his other hand on your hips. He pulls down on your hips as he slowly trusts off the ground. The feeling is indescribable. You can feel yourself parting, allowing his entry. He reaches a point, and then suddenly lifts his hips off the ground with force. You slide the rest of the way into his lap with a small shout of pain. But through it all, neither one of you has blinked nor looked elsewhere. His and your eyes are still trained on one another.

As you come to a rest on his thighs, his body embedded deep inside of you, he groans lowly. His gaze seems to change, the colors swirl and merge in his eyes. They start to resemble the eyes of a hunter, intense and strong. You whimper as he shifts his hips. With a swallow, he speaks, "Does it hurt you?"

"No," you sigh, "just different, like I'm completed." You shift your own hips, feeling his body tense.

"Then hold on to me, little one," he moans, strengthening his hold on your hips. When your hands move to the juncture of his neck to his shoulders, he lifts you up slightly and sets you down on his thighs. "No surprise that you don't hurt; you are so wet." He lifts you up slightly and sets you down again.

You head falls back as he continues his maddeningly slow pace. Up and down, up and down, you slide. You groan as he pulls back; he moans as he pushes in. The noise is constant. As the pace continues, you begin to understand the reasoning behind the movement and start your own pace. Placing your hands on his shoulders as an anchor, you begin to rise and fall on his lap at a quicker, more urgent pace.

"Oh.." the change in the angle and the speed causes waves of pleasure to spread through your body.

"You are so tight." He moans, moving his hands to your lower back.

"It."you try to talk, having difficulty, "is good for you?" you feel a tightening in your insides, a coiling of sorts.

A bark of laughter brings a smile to your face. "Good is an understatement," he grunts, beginning to thrust in counterpoint to your own moving hips. "Hold on."

Your eyes open in surprise as he begins to buck his hips at an incredible pace. You keep up with him by instinct alone. Your head begins to lull from side to side; the coiling inside of you tightening as his moans and sighs hit your ears. He reaches up to cup your head. "My eyes, little one- look at my eyes."

You lift your head to lock gazes with him again. He begins to talk in low tones. "Tight.you are so..tight..by the Force..wonderful..this is." each word is punctuated by a hard thrust. Soon your knees are leaving the floor as his thrusts up into you are forceful enough to lift you. The coil inside of you is incredibly tightly wound. You begin to whimper and sigh, "yes, yes..please." You have no idea for what it is that you are asking.

"Come for me," he commands, his hips a blur beneath you, "come on my cock."

As the words leave his mouth, you feel the coil begin to spring. You begin to moan and scream as the coil extends, throwing you into space. The waves of pleasure extend from your insides to the very tips of your fingers and toes. Through the rushing in your ears, you hear his pleas. "That's it.that's it"

You continue to twitch as his thrusts grow harder and faster still, until he throws back his head with a shout and gives one last thrust. You feel him expand and then you feel a warmth spreading through you. His head falls back against the rocks and your head falls forward on his shoulder. After a time, you feel his hands rubbing your hair. Gently, and with a care to your feelings.

"Are you all right, little one?" he sighs.

Sitting back you look at his face in the low light. His features seem softer, more gentle now. You nod, slowly. The pain in your limbs and your torso is all but gone. "The pain is gone," you say.

"Ah, yes, you have been ruptured," his groan is low.

"It was so..pleasurable, Jedi." You say in awe. "Why?"

"That is what the act is," he answers, shifting his hips under you. He lifts you gently to allow himself to slip out. You sigh as he sets you back down on his thigh. He chuckles as you fall forward completely on his chest. With a yawn, you nuzzle his sternum.

"Sleepy?" he asks.

"Yes, Qui-Gon, so tired," you sigh, closing your eyes.

"Then sleep, we have a little time." He says, stroking your back. "We'll talk about this later."

You nod, curling your arms into yours and his chest and think how he smells and the rub of his beard are as good as a lullaby. Within seconds, the world is blank except for the feeling of his protection.