39 parts Complete Mature"You have to place your foot here, and your hips, here," Obi-wan commands, placing his soft hands on my hips, firmly directing them to the right while brushing my back with his chest. "So you have a balanced form."
Obi-wan's hard breath against my neck rolls down the length of my body, making me shiver against him. But his hold does not falter. Not as his fingers gently linger on the curve of my waist where my exposed skin lay bare.
Biting down on the roaring in my head, I bring my arms up to the defensive stance he'd been teaching me for the past half hour, and place my foot where he'd instructed.
"How's this?" I ask, damning the Gods for how uneven my voice comes out. But I can't help the delicious heat of him behind me- so inviting against the cold ripples of wind that draft along the ocean waves and into the tree's behind us. Leaning slightly into his touch, a rather solid mass pokes into my lower back.
As lighting strikes the ground, Obi-wan quickly removes his hands from my waist. I hear swift footsteps retreat a healthy distance behind me, leaving my back cold and bare. With furrowed brows, I turn around to see him wiping away invisible sand on his cream coloured robes.
Obi-wan clears his throat, unable to look me in the eyes as he grounds out, "Perfect."
ᴏʙɪ-ᴡᴀɴ ᴋᴇɴᴏʙɪ ꜰᴀɴ ꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ
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