Nightlife

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The air is heavy with smoke and the smell of spilled liquor. The flashing of the lights reflects around you make you lose your sense of direction and you lean against the nearest wall. The wall itself gives a little under your weight and you relax into its impromptu embrace. You have heard of the nightlife here on Etti IV, and now that you are here to see if for yourself. The dance floor is huge and flat, with areas of varying gravity, allowing one to choose a pressure that suits one's need. You squint to see the many lifeforms mingling and flowing like a living sea.

A large aquarian lifeform bumps into you, sending your drink tumbling onto your shirt. With a grimace, you set the cup down on a passing droid cup server and swipe at the mess. There's no hope for it though, as the deep purple of the Corellian Banger settles into its fabric. Oh well, you think, worse things have happened. You shrug and move back into the throng of people towards the dance floor. Your friends are here somewhere, bouncing and grinding with the rest of the Republic. You feel disoriented as you step on to the floor in an area of little gravity. Your steps are very light and you float above the ground with almost every stride.

Your head feels light as you float, trying desparately to move along to your friends. The flashing of the blue split laser above your head makes you feel like swooning. A bunch of Hangians mass around you, drawn by the powerful drum beat. They are a large race, easily moving in the low gravity. They crowd around you, their large feet overpowering yours. You try in vain to move outside the bunch. It is then that you feel a human hand land on your arm. Grateful for the familiar touch, you allow it to move you away from the crowd. It is not as easy as it seems, though, and the owner of the hand too is caught in the throng. You feel tunnel vision begin to start as the stench from this strange lifeform creeps into your nostrils, burning as it remains. It is this smell, in conjunction with the heat, low gravity and visual assault that causes the world to go black

"Here now." You hear in your ears. "You are too little to be in this bunch"

You feel a pair of strong arms around your back and shoulders. Your eyes open to see a rough material shirt. As your head falls back on your shoulders to see who has his arms around you, your vision swims. "Easy, easy." The same low voice echoes in your ears and you sigh. The arms tighten around you and you feel a very hard chest come into contact with you.

"I'm fine." You get out as you grasp at the forearms around you. "Really."

"Really?" a chuckle sounds as you shake your head. "You look worn over enough to have a Bantha breath blow you over."

You finally manage to get your eyes trained enough to concentrate on the person holding you. The first thing that you see is the rough tunic wrapping around a powerful chest. Very little hair is seen peeking out of its opening. Your eyes travel up to see the broad shoulders stretching out to infinity. Your eyes travel up even more to see a graceful, strong neck. As your eyes go up even more [my god, how tall is this man?], you see a close-cropped beard, a strong nose and two of the most brilliant eyes you have ever seen.

"Oh My God." You whisper as you stare into their depths.

"Just a Jedi, little one." The man smiles gently, cupping your head as your feet seem to loose their ability to hold you up. "Nowhere near a god, I'm afraid."

You jolt as another being crashes into the two of you and you completely lose your footing. The Jedi bends down and lifts you against his chest; your feet dangling around his knees. "Come, let's get away from here, before you get trampled." With that, you slip your arms around his neck and lean in to tuck your head into his ear. You don't know this guy from Darth, but he is the best bet that you have at that moment ...

The Jedi that has you weaves through the crowd on the floor with ease, his superior weight allows his body to move without problems in the gravity. You sense another body close by and as you clear the heart of the mob, you lift your head to see another man clad similar to the one holding you. He sees your eyes peering at him and he smiles gently.

"What have you got there, Master?" the younger man asks as he pulls out a chair.

"A little lost waif, it looks like." The elder man jokes back, sitting down. He jostles you on his lap, so that you are sitting back against one of his arms and your legs are stretched across his thighs. You can feel the strength of his legs, the muscles bunching up and releasing against the back of your thighs. Your skirt rides dangerously high, but for some reason you don't mind.

"A waif," you try and sit up on the man's lap, but his chuckle and his strong arms won't allow it. "I think not, Jedi."

The younger man looks to the elder with a smile. You glare at the both of them but decide that it isn't worth your effort. The Jedi holding you leans down to speak into your ear, his low, gentle voice saturates your senses as you listen. "What were you looking for, little one. For whom did you search?" he asks. His breath brushes against your skin and you shiver. His arms tighten momentarily.

"Friends." You look down at the man's hands holding you. [They're huge] you think. "I was looking for two people that I came here with."

"Friends." He echoes softly. You turn to look at him. His blue eyes are all that you see for a moment, and their brightness overwhelms the rest of the room. "What do they look like? Let us help you."

At that you struggle to get up off of the man's lap. "I can do this without your help thank you very much." You grit out, trying to get your feet on the ground. The man's hands land on your hips as you wiggle on his lap. Your skirt has now risen to the height of where your thigh meets your butt. You continue to struggle and his grip gets tighter. "Sit still." He hisses in your ear. "We are only trying to help you.there are over a thousand patrons here tonight.you could use the help."

You are drawn up heavily against his chest again. As you are, your legs fall open across his thighs. You can feel the power that the man exhibits, begging, crying to be released. You lean your head back to rest it against his shoulder. "Okay.they're Corellian, about medium height.two females.one has blue hair, the other a deep red.."

The younger Jedi sighs. "Well that certainly helps matters.." he quips. His eyes turn to the mass of people. "That's not an easy task."

You sigh. With exasperation. "They were in that crowd that I was in right before you helped me out, Jedi."

"My name is Qui-Gon." He answers, looking to his apprentice. "Obi-Wan, do you remember a group like she mentions by us out there on the floor?"

Obi-Wan, you think with a smile. The younger Jedi looks thoughtful for a moment and then returns your smile. "Actually, master, yes I do. They left when you were helping our little friend here."

"Left!" you shout. As you do, you rise on your hands to get up, pressing against his thighs. You don't get far as Qui-Gon's hands are on your waist. You fall back heavily against his lap. When you land, you feel a hardness pressing up against your barely clad crotch as your skirt gives up the ghost and moves entirely off of your thighs. You chose to ignore the heat in your blood at this occurrence and concentrate instead on the situation at hand. "Left, as in."

"Gone," Obi-Wan answers back. "I saw them leave with two freighter pilots. Would you know where they were going?"

"Not a clue." You sigh. You had left your credits and identification with your friend and her deep pockets when you first entered the club. Her being gone means that you are without means of going anywhere and have no money. You sigh as you remember that you are to meet them the next day at the ship to return, but where they were going that night, you have not one small clue. "This is just absolutely wonderful."

Qui-Gon shifts in the chair, moving his hips restlessly. You feel the hardness press into you again. You know what you feel, you have felt it before and you can recognize the feeling like your own name. But you have no idea why. As you lean back to ask the man, and quite possibly embarrass the hell out of him, you notice why. Your shirt has fallen open across your chest, revealing a good portion of your cleavage. Your skirt is almost up around your waist. In the heat of the room, you didn't feel the lack of clothing. And it is obvious that your wiggling has only worsened the Jedi's predicament.

You admire the Jedi's calm as he says, "Have you nowhere to go, little one?"

"No." you answer, truthfully, moving your hands up the outside of his thighs. You feel the muscles bunch at your touch. His beard brushes up against your neck and you sigh. The man is so huge that you feel safe, even with the evidence of his arousal pressing against you. "We came here straight from unboarding and we are unable to go back to the ship until tomorrow.I have no lodgings. And my friend, has my id and my credits." As you do so, you shift slightly to the left. That movement places you directly over him and the contact against you shoots fire through your loins.

His light groan echoes the feeling in your chest as he answers. "Then you must come with us. We can give you a place to stay until tomorrow."

You feel Qui-Gon's warm and slightly rough hands running up your rib cage as he shifts you on his lap to a standing position. Before you even have time to answer, he is wrapping your small hand into the embrace of his larger one and pulling you toward the door. His terse "Padawan" ensures that Obi-Wan follows you. You shiver at the feeling of raw manliness that wafts off of him and you allow yourself to be pulled out into the cool night air.

The cool night air suddenly becomes cold as the full brunt of the Etti weather hits you with a force you had forgotten existed. Your silk shirt turns to liquid ice against your skin, lapping at your breasts and stomach. Qui-Gon notices your shivering and draws you close to him as he quickly steps along the walkway. You lean into his flank as his arm goes around your shoulders. You turn your face into his side to shield it from the wind. The smell of rough fabric and male assault your nose as a mix of heady perfume. "I'll keep you warm, little one." Drifts down to your ears as you move with him.

You quiver from the thoughts that his voice invokes. The image of the large man covering you with his body completely comes unrestrained to your mental eye. His hair, falling on both sides of your face serves to shield you from the wind. The frigid air sweeps across your legs that are spread to accommodate his slender hips. Gooseflesh rises on your skin. The heat of his groin against yours is burning hot. But it is furnace of his mouth as it descends on your lips that causes your body to warm considerably. As you finish the thought, the Jedi's arm tightens on you and you hear another groan. You smile knowingly as the man seems to move with some difficulty and stiffness of legs.

"Are you uncomfortable, Qui-Gon?" you ask teasingly.

Qui-Gon turns his gaze to you with a sigh. "You very well know that I am. A Jedi can read thoughts, little one. And your thoughts are quite vivid. Very vivid." His arm tightens as you continue down the walkway.

You grin as he leads you over to a speeder. "Should I be embarrassed then, Jedi?" you ask as he opens the hatch for you to get in.

"Not if you promise to follow through on at least some of your thoughts, you shouldn't." he answers closing the hatch after you get inside. Obi-Wan climbs into the back seat which is separated by a high dark glass wall from the front. Qui-Gon stands outside for a moment, breathing deeply before he joins you in the front seat.

He is silent as he ignites the engine and pulls away from the walkway. After a period of time, he turns to look at you in the dim light of the interior. "I should apologize for my reactions to you, little one. Normally I don't act this way, but.." He smiles. "I observed you standing against the wall tonight and was.taken with you. And when I saw you in a troubling situation, I had to help, but."

"You were so soft.in my arms."he sighs. "And then on my lap... gods you are sexy.. And I understand your reaction, little one. It is only normal to have those thoughts when a man is.aroused against you." He looks sheepish for a moment. "My padawan and I have lodgings for the night, and you are more than welcome to stay with us.and I can assure your safety."

You look out the front windshield for a moment and then face him again. In the dim lighting, he looks dark and dangerous. You can see the hair, harshly pulled back from his forehead, falling in a gentle sweep into a ponytail. His nose and chin give a strong outline to his face. His beard and mustache are black in the night. "I might not want to be entirely safe, Jedi," you whisper. You can feel a gentle smile on your face.

He meets your eyes in the speeder. "Only if you chose to, little one."

"I chose it." You answer.

His eyes are the two embers in the night as he meets your eyes. You smile gently as he nods thoughtfully. Gently easing his arm across the seat, he grabs your hand that is on your thigh. The warmth of his immense hand radiates through your leg and taps directly into your groin. You shift slightly as he begins to talk in a low, private tone.

"You have no knowledge of me, little one."

"You are a Jedi, Qui-Gon, that is all that I need to know. You will not harm me." You answer back, determined to win this argument that you see gathering like storm clouds on the horizon.

"I am old enough to be your father." He states, his hand rubbing your knuckles and your thigh. You place your other hand on his to stop the rubbing.

"I doubt that, Jedi." You answer. "And you are definitely not my father."

His half smile is barely visible in the dark. "No, I am not." He says, holding your hand gently. He smiles fully as you slide across the seat to rub your hand against his beard. He breathes quietly for several moments, as your hand wanders over his beard stroking down to his long strong neck. "That is very nice," he groans.

You smile as you say, "I sense much fear in you, Qui-Gon."

He chuckles for a moment, allowing your hands to drift down to the top of his tunic. "Let us just say that I do not often take women to a place of lodging from pleasure institutions such as that club. This is not an advisable action, on either of our parts."

You nod, massaging his shoulder with long sweeps. Your fingers catch on the material and you revel in the roughness of the tunic and the smoothness of his skin underneath. "Do you want me, Jedi?"

"Yes. You can have no doubt of that." He groans lightly as your hand travels across his torso, hellbent on going lower. He relaxes back against the seat as you hand lands on his thigh and travels across the intersection point of his leg and body. You feel the heat from his body explode upwards. The bulge of his arousal is still steady and strong.

"Sorry, Qui-Gon, I like to have proof." You sigh, running your hand down his thigh.

"Then you have it." He grits out, his hands tightening on the steering column.

"The existence of your arousal, Jedi, shows me that the only course of action is to follow on this attraction between us. That is the advisable action that I suggest." You gently stroke back across his wide bulge to travel along the inside of his nearest thigh. "And I have no fear of you, Qui-Gon. I am doing this with my eyes wide open, and I will be responsible for my actions."

"And what of your arousal?" he asks, gently picking up your hand from his thigh. "I must be sure of that also to be able to do this with an open mind and open eyes." His lips close around your hand that is captured in his before you can get a word out. You feel the soft skin of your fingerpad brush up against his mustache before the incredibly hot heat of his mouth closes over it up to the first knuckle. His tongue gently strokes the nail and the pad as your breathing escalates. He sucks gently before releasing it.

One of his hands remains on the steering column as his other hand gently travels up your thighs to the edge of your panties. The silk of that piece of clothing is liquid hot against your skin, as it has been since your mental imagery some minutes previous. His finger delicately draws across the material. You can feel your wetness, its heat and its moisture rubbing against yourself. His answering deep breath shows that he does too. You arch sensuously as his finger presses into you through the material, and his eyes are drawn to your chest. You know that your nipples are hard and are pressing against the silk. The sight excites him and his finger rubs at a faster rate.

You gasp as the hardened nubbins brush against the silk. It's cool, mellifluous material contrasts with your heated flesh and you ache to rub against something with substance. You wiggle your hips as his hand slowly begins to withdraw. He uses that hand to adjust himself in his pants. His ragged breathing is harsh in the silent interior of the speeder. He gulps slowly and sighs as your eyes find his in the dimness. "You will have something of substance to rub against, little one, I swear as a Jedi."

"How far aw." your voice catches in your dry throat and you try again. "How far to your lodgings?"

"Too far." He croaks, stretching his back and moving his hips restlessly.

You assess his state as he moves around in the seat to get comfortable. His bulge is now very large and is very much pushing the limits of his modest clothing. And he is excessively uncomfortable. You smile as you turn your head to see where the other Jedi is before leaning over to Qui-Gon and whispering in his ear. "I think that I can help you, if you would let me."

You grab at his wrist and pull it around in front of your face. Keeping your eyes connected with his, you slowly draw his large forefinger into your mouth. The hand is slightly roughened, and it is a texture that is alien to your tongue. As he watches you ease the finger into your mouth to the second knuckle. Lightly, you begin to move your tongue around and up and down his finger. You can feel your cheeks hollow as you suckle his digit. Languidly, you draw his hand back, drawing your lips out until only the very tip of his finger is in your mouth. With a gentle kiss, you release his hand. His finger remains where it is, drawing a deliberate circle around your lips. You can feel your own saliva being spread out. His breathing has all but stopped.

"Is that a preview, little one?" his voice is very deep. His eyes are now so dilated that they seem almost black.

You nod, letting your tongue snake out and draw up his finger again.

"I think that this would indeed help me." He states, his voice sounding like satin over sandpaper. His finger then travels down your lips, across your chin and down your neck. "I know that it would, little one. But it is not something that I would ask.."

"I have not heard a please out of your mouth, Jedi. You have not asked. I am offering." You say, your head falling back on your shoulders as his finger travels down to the opening in your shirt.

"My padawan."

"Will know nothing if you do not advertise the fact, Jedi." You state, slowly lowering both your hands to his tunic flaps. "The dark glass will block most activity viewing."

He sighs another deep sigh as you pull the hanging flaps of his tunic from his lap. His pants have a small slit that involves some traversing to get through. Your hand snakes through the opening and into the most humid heat that you have felt in months. As your hand closes over the hardness of his erection, his lids slowly close over his ice blue eyes. "Open your eyes, Qui-Gon, you are still driving." You admonish as you gently part the material with your other hand and draw his member out.

"The Force will guide me." He gasps as you gently run your hand down his length. You gasp yourself as you realize the size of the man with whom you are. Your hand can barely close over him. And the length. "Oh my Gods," you sigh.

His hips begin to move in time with your gentle stroking. "Little one." He croaks. "You are so, so."

"Calm down, Jedi," you say as you bend over his lap. "And keep quiet."

Your mouth stretches to accommodate his width. He is much larger than other men that you have been with in recent history and your jaw begins to dully ache. As you slide him past your lips, you feel a thud above your head as his hands land heavily on the steering column. As you lower your lips, he hums lowly. You begin to suckle as his hips begin a slow pumping motion. You angle and time your movements to his. His large hand lands on your upper shoulders and you know that he is trying to connect with you. His hums become light moans as one of your hands gently enter the material to cup him. "Little one." He groans.

To give your jaw a rest, you draw him out slowly to his tortured moan. You begin to service him with a tongue bath. His sighs and grunts are rising in volume as you travel lower and lower on his length. He lifts his hips off of the seat subconsciously and you grin at his eagerness. "What do you want, Qui-Gon?" you tease

"I need your mouth again," he grits out, obviously not bothering to worry about his ego. "I need you to take me in your mouth."

You open your mouth and lower it on him, swirling your tongue around his width. His low, explosive moan you know has alerted the young man in the back seat, but you could care less. His moans and sighs are exciting you. You rub your legs together in anticipation and to alleviate the ache that is starting to spread.

His low, voice enters your head and your ears together. "This is soo good. By the Gods, little one. I.keep going, please..please."

You continue your actions, but increase the rate of your rise and fall. You grip the lower half of his length as he begins to thrust against your hand and your lips. You know that he is approaching his climax.

"Please." His voice, nearly groans. "I need to.I'm going to.. You.so sexy, by the Force, little one."

You clamp your mouth down on him as he begins to climax. His hips thrust continuously until he slowly glides to a stop. You sit back gingerly on your legs and look at his face. His eyes are unfocused and his mouth is hanging open. You cannot help yourself as you lean in and kiss his lips deeply. His groan vibrates his throat and you feel it in your ears rather than hear it. His tongue reaches out to touch yours and you moan and shift on your calves. You can feel your wetness.

When you draw back, his lips are swollen and red as ripe berries. He groans as he threads his hand through your hair. "Little one.. I swear that you will be treated equally as well tonight. That was the most."

"Lies don't become you." You whisper against his lips with a sigh. "Just get us there quickly, I don't think that I can wait much longer." You look at his member laying against his thigh with longing.

"We are almost there." He grounds out, pulling you to him for another kiss. "and you will be worshipped by a Jedi, you have my word, my tiny flame."