Force Bonds

Part Two

Finally, you approached the doors of your shared living quarters. You heard the woosh as the automatic door flew open, and the swish and click of it closing. Finally. Alone.

The Jedi robes were thick, bulky, and composed of many, many layers. When masters pick their Padawans, Padawans are granted the permission to choose their own robes. However, when the time came, you chose to wear the same as your masters. You had become fond of them when watching the way they moved over his chiseled body.

You stripped yourself of the robe and boots first. Your tunic and undershirt following soon after, leaving you exposed in just your bra and tan leggings. You neatly folded each article and planted them on the kitchen table; which rarely got used, mind you. You pealed the leggings off of your tarnished, but soft, skin and left them to lie upon the stack you had just created.

The cool air in your living quarters hit your skin, initiating goosebumps; the good kind. You inspected yourself of new scratches and injuries, but were satisfied to only find minor bruising. You sat down to reach for a datapad your master had been reading before you left. Skimming through the first few paragraphs, you tuned out when you found that it was just some gibberish about saber techniques to teach your Padawan. All of which, you had already learned.

The thought of a warm shower began to creep into your mind, and it only became more inviting as the chilled air clung to your exposed body. You put the datapad down and sauntered your way to the lavatory. No bigger than a broom closet, it was something. It was well known that Jedi had very few personal belongings, so the lack of space didn't bother you much.

As you walked in, you were bombarded with the sweet smell of your master. His scent was of campfire and pine needles. Inviting and warm; it brought comfort to you. Your mind drifted to the thought of curling up next to Obi Wan in bed after sharing the shower together. Unfortunately, you'd be indulging in cleanliness alone today; as usual.

You knew your thoughts were against the order. Jedi were not permitted to have attachments; but you couldn't help yourself. Your master was a walking aura of sex appeal. Everything about him made your body and mind yearn for more.

Your body melted beneath you as the warm water created wet trails down your chest. You struggled to keep your eyes open as your mind moved to a meditative relaxed state. Images of Obi Wan pressing his body up against yours flooded your thoughts.

"Obi wan.", you murmured.

"I know, darling. I know. Soon, I promise.", your master whispered seductively into your ear. His hand raking trails down your body.

You pushed your head into his neck for his mouth to have better access. His tongue left warm lines on your collarbone and down to your breasts. You whimpered as he took in one of your nipples.

Everything about this was so very wrong, yet so, so right.

As Obi Wan continued to explore your body you whined and writhed for need of wanting more. Your master was exposed entirely in front of you, and the sight of him getting 'excited' created puddles between your legs.

Your day dreaming was nice, and if you were being honest, some "personal maintenance"  was long over due. However, you were snapped out of your delusions when you heard the door to your quarters open.

Obi Wan.

"Perfect.", you murmured to yourself in sadness.

You stood in the shower for a couple of seconds in thought of whether or not you should stop in respect for your master or keep going. What harm would it bring? You pressed your ear against the wall in an attempt to find out just what your master was doing out there.

Silence.

You heard nothing, which led you to believe that he must've came to retrieve something  and go. You lathered your hair in the honeysuckle soap and continued your thoughts from before.

Obi Wan's calloused hands on your soft body sent chills up your spine. He was sucking warm trails down your abdomen while fondling one of your breasts. You reached to grab on to something as the sensations became just too much; the only item in reach: his hair. As you gripped tightly onto your masters hair, Obi wan let out a moan.

"Oh force, (y/n)..."

You gripped his shoulder blades and pulled him up to your mouth. The kiss started out gentle, but soon became a hot mess of passion and want. Each of your hands searched for new areas to explore on each others bodies.

While indulging in your fantasies, you entirely forgot about keeping your force bond with your master closed.

You could sense him. He was outside the lavatory door. You could feel the shiver that echoed through his body after being exposed to your newest naughty thought. Obi Wan was greeted with a scene of himself pushing you up against the wall. The both of you entirely in the nude, himself pumping into you with delight.

"I know your out there, Master. I can sense you."

You received no response.

"Are you just going to stand there, or come in?"

The lavatory door clicked open and you saw you masters eyes grow wide as you stood there naked, heated, and wet under the warmth of the shower.

"Like what you see?", you said to him through your bond.

To be continued...