Author: Lanna C email: dewlannaa@hotmail.com
Archive: ok
Category: PWP
Disclaimer: All characters except the woman in red are
borrowed and will be returned unharmed.
Feedback: "You may fire when ready."
Pairing: Q/f
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Sequel to The Woman in Red
Timeline: 6 years before TPM
Warning: Rough sex

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Qui-Gon paced back and forth in his quarters. Sweat beads collecting
on his forehead, his heart raced, his breathing was rapid and he had a
raging and painful erection. He knew the woman in the red dress was
back, he could feel her presence. She had a hold on him he did not
understand. She was calling him to her. Sending sexual images to him.
For hours now she had been bombarding him with these erotic pictures.
He had tried masturbation but that had only seemed to strengthen her
pull on him. It took all of his will power not to go to her. She was dangerous,
he knew, the dark side of the Force was strong in her. Even at nineteen
when he had first encountered her he had seen this, but he hadn't been
strong enough to resist her then. Now he was.

Abruptly the images began to fade, then taking a new shape. Qui-Gon
raced out of his quarters, calling on the Force to give him all possible
speed. He knew right where to go. He hoped he would not be too late,
for the image he saw now was of his apprentice.

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Qui-Gon burst on to the balcony. There she was with Obi-Wan. She looked
the same as she had all those years ago, right down to the strapless red
gown. She was whispering in his ear, her hand in his tunic.

"He is not for you!" He roared, sending her away from his padawan with a
Force push.

"It wasn't him I wanted Qui-Gon Jinn!" She spat. A slight wave of her arm
sent Qui-Gon stumbling back half a step. She glared at him, daring him to
make the next move.

"Leave us Obi-Wan." He ordered, not taking his eyes off her. "Return to the
temple and wait for me there."

"But Master what.."

"Now Padawan!" He shouted still holding her gaze. When the younger man had
gone he started for her, intending to throw her over the balcony.

She approached him at the same time, striking at his face when they met. His
Jedi reflexes kicked in and he caught her wrist just before she made contact.
He twisted her arm behind her back, pressing her body against his. He knew it was
wrong but he wanted her and everything that entailed.

"You're hurting my arm!" She seethed, her dark eyes flashing angrily.

"We both know that's how you like it!" He began to nibble on her neck, leaving a
trail of small red welts in his wake. Her free hand slid in the back of his pants,
squeezing his buttocks, then digging her nails into the flesh. He thrust his straining
erection against her. He released her arm, wanting both her hands on him and
his on her.

She laughed at him, eagerly removing his tunics. He held her head in both his
hands as she used her tongue, lips, and teeth on his bare chest. Eyes closed,
a look of rapture on his face, Qui-Gon moaned softly as she continued.

"You forget, Lover," she whispered, "I know how you like it too." She unfastened
his pants, freeing the heavy organ. It stood tall and proud as she stroked the length
of it. Hot pre-ejaculate oozed forth, running down the sides and over her fingers.
She licked her fingers clean, seductively sliding one finger at a time between her
lips and pulling out in slow motion.

Qui-Gon's blood boiled. He grabbed fistfulls of the red fabric, tugging it up over
her head and off her body. He tore away the panties and gazed at her naked body,
so perfect, unmarked by the passage of time. He pressed a hand between her legs,
playing in the curls a second before fingering her. Laughing again, she jumped into his
arms, her legs wrapped around his waist and arms around his neck.

"Do it!" She cried, biting his earlobe. "Make me scream!"

He deposited her on top of the balcony wall looking out into many levels of Coruscant
traffic, some below their level and some above. Blood ran from his ear, down his neck
and chest, but he didn't notice. He entered her tight, wet opening with enough force
to nearly scoot her over the edge of the wall.

"Don't stop!" She shouted. "Fuck me!" With that she locked her ankles around his
waist and leaned back over the abyss. She held her body out straight, her hair
blowing wildly in the wind and her wicked laugh piercing the night.

"You are a crazy woman!" He called out as he thrust harder and faster. He held
fast to her hips as he pumped. She was screaming and laughing, her hands in her
hair now, her back arched. He felt the onset of her orgasm and came then as well,
filling her with his hot seed.

She raised herself back up, giving him a quick kiss before hopping off the wall. They
dressed in silence. Qui-Gon tried to clean up as well as he could, he didn't want
Obi-Wan asking too many questions. Then suddenly he remembered why he had
gone to her in the first place. He grabbed her by the arm, holding it tight, locking
eyes with her.

"If you ever go near that boy again I will kill you! Make no mistake about it."

She yanked her arm back, hatred in her dark eyes. "It's a pity your own master
was not as protective of you!"

END