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Torn

Chapter 1

 

Midnight on Coruscant was far from the dark, cloud-wrapped silence that settled on other planets.  Buildings that stretched into the skylanes burned with light, transports and sky taxies dropped their mobile illumination on everything they passed, and the motion and movement never, ever ceased.

 

But - here, in the closeness of his bedroom, the lights were held at bay behind the tinted transparisteel, noise was turned away by the thickness of unseen insulation, and there was nothing to keep him from sleep.  Sleep, however, was not on his mind.  The warm figure curled next to him in the bed was.

 

Lips curved in a half-smile, Qui-Gon shifted on the mattress, reaching out to pull his companion closer.  Eyes closed, he buried his nose in the tangle of her hair, breathing deeply of the spicy, woody fragrance she wore just because it pleased him.  In the dark, memory supplied the garnet colour of the curls as he twined his fingers into the strands, enjoying the silky feel of it wrapped around hands.  He loved her hair, he thought muzzily, loved the way it curled and twisted to her hips, loved the way it swung with each move she made.  He loved the way it fell in a curtain around them when he pulled her over him, the way it fanned out beneath her when he lay atop her, listening to her purr with pleasure as he moved inside her.  He even found her vanity of it amusing, the way she yanked out any silver strand she managed to find in the cinnamon and roan mass.

 

She stirred in her sleep, turning more fully into his arms, and this time Qui-Gon's smile was full as he bent to feather gentle kisses across the pale oval of her face.  The arch of her brows received delicate homage, the bridge of the nose that she swore was too long, the tilted corners of her eyes were worshiped, the unlikely pointed chin was touched in reverence.  She moved against him, body responding even before her mind was fully awake, and he marveled at that, that she trusted him so fully, so completely.  The thought at once humbled and empowered him, and he rolled her beneath him, teasing the shell of her ear with his tongue, licking intrusively, sucking on the lobe.

 

Soft, strong arms wrapped around him.  "What's got you so riled up?" she asked, voice husky with sleep.

 

"You," he replied simply, breathing into her ear, letting her scent carry him deeper, feeling the soft pliance of the body beneath him.

 

She laughed softly, one long-fingered hand trailing down his back.  His skin was so hyper-sensitive he could feel the tiny calluses on her fingertips, testament to long hours spent at her music.  She teased at his flank with her nails, and his breath caught.  He licked again at her ear, shifting to lie more fully between the legs that parted to cradle him in their length.  "Want you," he whispered.

 

Embeth slowly arched her hips against him, welcoming, and he breathed one more time into her ear, the words soft.  "Guide me, love."

 

Those gentle fingers reached between them, wrapped around him, and guided him smoothly, slickly home.  Qui-Gon dropped his mouth to his lover's - his love's - as he sank into her to the hilt, sleek inner muscles caressing him, legs rising to wrap around his as she began to move with him in the stylized dance that was as old as time itself.  His tongue darted in to taste and explore, setting a rhythm that was echoed by their bodies - slow, deep, soft.  No urgency, no need to rush toward the wave of completion; just the gentle rocking that locked them together, slid him deep enough to wrap himself in her soul.  Her normal energy was subdued by sleep, and he allowed himself to enjoy this langour, letting his senses expand to take in every nuance...her skin, sliding beneath him, the flex of her legs as she rose to meet each thrust, the drag of his penis against the damp silk of her flesh.  All were precious to him, because they were shared with her, and he wanted it to go on forever, to ride the crest of this wave until exhaustion claimed them.  He wanted to savour it, as he savoured every moment he spent with her.

 

All good things must come to an end, however, and when he heard her little noises of need, felt her skin beneath him dampen and heat, his own body answered with a rising urgency.  He slipped one hand beneath her hips, arching her to him, and she responded with a little cry, moving her legs to his waist, taking him still deeper as he shifted up her body slightly, changing the angle of his thrusts.

 

"Ride the wave, love," he whispered, breath coming hard and fast.  "Don't tumble through it.  Ride it....let me see you fly."  He felt the first spasms of her release and pressed closer still, his body stroking hers with ruthless tenderness until, with a wordless gasp she convulsed beneath him, muscles closing around him with surprising strength.  Dropping his head to her neck, he joined her,  his orgasm seeming to have no beginning and no end, just an ever-increasing spiral that lifted him higher and higher.

 

Shivering, shattered, he collapsed on her, managing only by sheer force of will to keep enough weight off of her chest to allow her to breathe.  Aftershocks moved through him, the tiny, convulsive archings that he couldn't have controlled even if he'd wanted to.  He could feel hers, too, the little spasms that caressed him inside of her.  Wanting to hold onto the connection, he rolled to his side, one hand on her bottom to keep her joined to him for as long as he could.  With a sigh, Embeth nuzzled into his neck and tangled her legs with his.

 

"All good things must come to an end, hmmmm?" she whispered softly, and he shivered as her breath touched the damp skin of his neck.  Her breath evened off, and Qui-Gon knew that she slept once more.

 

But her words echoed in his mind, and he didn't think he liked what they said to him.