Your Place In the Middle
(Or I can't think of a better title
Starts out R-ish I think...I'm so corrupted now I can't tell but definitely ends
with NC-17. I mean really!!!!!! NC-17. Kids with the faint of heart close your
eyes get out of the story now. I warned you.
Story type: Drama, a tad bit
of angst, ABH and third person. (You see fun for everyone.)
Hunks, Sith_Chicks, QJEB....if you want to I'd be flattered. Any body else
let me know so I can take a peak where my work will be exhibited. I say yes
always. Well almost always ;^)
Spoilers: Are you
Disclaimers: George hold back your lawyers. Would you really
want to claim this in public? It's not like I'm the 2 Live Crew (tm) who were
trying to make money off your ideas. I'm just trying to make money being a
secretary. You have nothing to fear by my and this story's
Summary: The boys are being typical men and they hurt your
feelings by doing so. No one wants to go to the party with you. Hell they just
don't wanna do anything with you. But then again, they don't want anyone else
doing anything with you EITHER!!
Author's notes: This is a just another
excuse to write a sammich story.. With possessiveness thrown in there for good
measure. Definitely pwp and a tried/true formula. Enjoy the cast of characters.
You stroll through the throngs of gathered dignitaries nursing a single
glass of sparkling lotus nectar. Your head sits recessed in the hood of your
ceremonial gown. The red, white and orange of the dress traces your body like
rolling fire accentuating the gentle curves of your body and the coloring of
You barely recognize the diplomats that have gathered for yet
another meaningless party. Or at least that's the way you see it. Yes,
connections are made, secret deals are agreed to but all of this is just another
reason to spend useless credits to fatten the bellies of
am I here? // You ask yourself staring at a Mon Calamari guzzle another glass of
wine, laughing raucously. And then you remember. //I'm a translator//
scan the room for your employer. Then you spot your her.. Jedi Healer and
Scholar Misha-Al- Badai. She speaks jovially to other knights as well as the
diplomats who have gathered around her. She is out on loan from the temple as a
Lecturer-at-Large. Many of the diplomats her have asked her to lecture at their
local universities on the virtues of life and the healing forces within it. Of
course everyone wants her to write the texts of these talks in their native
languages instead of Galactic Standard!!
Annoying, yet profitable. For
you are paid by the parsel and there is so much work to do. So
hate these things.// You frown watching as Misha's spouse secretly caresses the
small of her back. Her ebony braids fall gracefully behind her as the healer
turns to give him a secret look. Unable to bear it any longer, you decide to
head out onto the balcony to get some air.
Your footsteps soon leave the
plush carpeting and echo off the stone floor of the balcony which over looked an
enclosed garden. You sigh.
//Damn them. Making me go by
myself.// You swig the last of your drink and place the glass on the ledge.
their excuses?// You frown as you recall early this afternoon.
strapped the last buckle of his freshly shined brown boots. He wore a simple
sand colored tunic and trousers-they were the more casual attire for a Jedi. Way
too casual for the up-coming Gala you note.
"Obi-Wan," you say coming out of
the refresher wrapped in a large cushiony robe. "are you wearing that to the
"No." He answers simply tying a sash around his waist. He
maneuvers around you and the giant bed.
"Then you must change. We haven't
"This is fine for me to wear." He walks past you still
getting ready. A spicey scent is left in his wake.
You know instantly
that you two are not talking about the same thing. "We're not talking about the
diplomatic gala-are we?"
"No apparently not. For that is not where I'm
"Wait. Wait there for a second." You step in his path. You're
face comes to his chest. He steps back putting his hand on his hips. "The Gala
is tonight. I told you two weeks in advance. I asked you again a week ago
His cleft chin bobbed up and down as his face tightened. "And I
recall each time telling you that I was uncertain of my attending. Now if you'll
excuse me." He steps around you.
"Well-where are you going?" You follow
him, "To that war meeting?!"
Obi-Wan steps into the front room and puts
on a mahogany colored cloak, "It is a lecture on the ethical treatment of native
inhabitants by Master Tanaka. And yes I am attending."
"But you said you
didn't want to go." You step in front of him again, "And that since you're
friend wasn't going, you'd go with me. You promised."
His blue eyes stare
intently at you, "I never promised. I said I'd consider it." He steps aside and
walks over to the dining room table. He retrieves his lightsaber and sheathes it
in his utility belt.
Anger and sadness battle you for attention. You
didn't know anyone at the Gala, save for a couple of people. You had to attend
and you hoped you wouldn't have to go alone.
You step in front of him
again as he neared the door.
He sighs heavily when you do. His face
crinkles and he looks away. "Please stop doing this. It's very
"What am I suppose to do?" You fold your arms
"I am late. I really don't have time for this."
don't have time?" You fumed raising your voice, "This was suppose to be our
time! You said--."
"I never said any such thing!" He snapped and closed
his eyes. "Call one of your girlfriends to go with you."
"Not on such
"Go by yourself," He gestures indignantly, "It's perfectly
"Nowadays I'm always doing things by myself." You
"There is virtue in solitude."
"I'm in solitary confinement.
There is no virtue in that."
He snorts, "This coming from a woman who
lives with two men."
You arch your neck, "Perhaps I should downsize." You
Obi-Wan grins, "You know I wouldn't allow it." He kisses your
You step away from him, "Obi-Wan, I'm serious."
"Who am I suppose to take?" You feel your eyes glaze as a lump forms in
He walks around you. "Ask Qui-Gon. Perhaps he'll accompany
you." His words hung in the air as the door closed behind him.
You groan. "That's like asking Master Yoda to grow six inches. It ain't gonna
happen. He hates these things."
You go back to your shared bedroom and
continue to prepare hoping Qui-Gon would reconsider.
As you slip into
your shoes, your hear a clanging out in the dining room. Sensing Qui-Gon's
presence, you walk slowly into the hallway just seeing him collapse onto the
sofa. His long legs lay stretched out before him. His eyes were closed and he
sighed a cleansing breath.
The Master's demeanor alone gave you no hope
of respite. He hadn't even bothered to take off his poncho.
You ask knowing he's been gone all of two hours.
"In a manner of
"Tired?" You walk slowly towards him. His eyes were
Your face lights up. "Frustrated
"I know what can take your mind off of it." You
begin with a grin.
"What?" He asks slowly.
"You want to come
to the Gala with me?"
Qui-Gon opens his eyes and faces you, "Love, my
answer is the same as it was when you asked me the first time. No."
girl can dream you know." You say feeling dejected. You gather your purse off
the table in front of the sofa.
He takes off his poncho, tossing it off
to the side. "Did you ask Obi-Wan?"
You step over it. "Yes." Trying to
hold back your tears, you swallow and blink hard. It took you twenty-minutes to
get your eye-make up right.
"And?" Qui-Gon sighed with irritation. He
hates it when you cry.
"He made other plans." You step over to the mirror
and adjust your hair as you place your hood over your head. You hear two giant
thonks as Qui-Gon makes himself comfortable by availing himself of his boots. "I
remember a time when we actually did things together."
"Don't start this
again." He sighs behind you.
"Right." You hold up your hand, "Don't wanna
be a nag."
"Why don't you do things by yourself?"
You fume hearing
that comment once again. That was the problem, you were always doing things by
//Fine, if that's what they want. Then that's what they shall get.//
Your back is to Qui-Gon. You close your eyes and focus your will power on
cutting off the shared link between you three.
"Don't wait up for me,
I'll be home late." You say accomplishing your goal with a triumphant
"Why? These things never last more than a couple of
You turn to see him stretched out on the sofa. "I'm not coming
straight home." Anger has welled up deep within you. You know he knows it and he
doesn't seem to care.
"Where will you be?" He asks scanning a datapad
that was laying on the table.
You turn to leave. "I'LL BE WHERE I'M AT!"
//Screw these damn
men!!!// you project loudly.}
"Excuse me. Excuse me, miss?" A man's
voice interrupts your thoughts.
"Uh-yeah." You turn and see a beautiful
man of 5'10. His short cropped hair is as black as a Sith Lord's cape. His eyes
shone green like Yoda's skin. He wore a deep brown robe, v-shaped tunic and
"Um your glass just fell off the ledge."
frown, "Oh no." Oh yes, it was gone. You glance over just in time to see it
shatter against a statue of a jedi knight of old. How fitting. "Oops."
He smirks at your comment. "I am Mich'ael." He reaches out a hand. As he
does so, his robes open exposing a sheathed lightsaber.
knight?" You ask reaching out to shake his hand.
"Uh.yes I am. And you
You blush, "Sorry." You tell him of your ancient home name. A name,
which you almost never go by now, a name no one really knows.
beautiful. Are you from the outer rim?" He asks with an intriguing accent not
native to the Core planets.
"Actually closer to Wild Space."
frowns, "You're kidding."
"No, I'm afraid not. I am lucky that my family
was never involved with slavers but father managed to get us out there by the
time I reached ten standard years." The comlink in your purse beeps. You reach
in and turn it off. Your almost certain of the caller.
"Such a precarious
existence. It forces one to appreciate the uniqueness of life."
does." You smile feeling instantly at ease with him. You stop and throw up your
emotional shields , realizing you had let them slip. These Jedi automatically
take up residence in a person's psyche. They can't help doing it and not only
that the Master could be listening.
Michael smiles when you do so. "Did
you think I was intruding?"
"No." You grin back, "It's so you
Obviously amused, he nods. "Would you like something else to
He motions to a droid. "Two." He
"Hey aren't you on duty?" You ask incredulously.
I'm a Jedi not Coruscant security," He flashes a devious smile while taking the
drinks from the droid. "I can handle drink."
He hands you a glass, "I'm
come from a long line of professional drinkers. It's in my genes. And unlike my
ancestors, I know when to stop." He holds out his glass for a toast. "To wild
"--And drunken Jedi." You add.
"May they remain in our
distant past." Mich'ael clinks his glass with yours.
"By the way,"
You say after taking a sip, "what planet are you from?"
Mich'ael looks at
you mysteriously, "Celtia." He answers with a thick brogue.
Obi-Wan palms the lock to his shared apartment with his Master and
you (their girlfriend). He sensed only his Master's presence and figured you
were still at the party. He was only here briefly to drop off the data pad of
information he received from the lecture. As soon as he entered the front room,
his senses were assaulted by Qui-Gon Jinn's irritation. His Master was dressed
only in his sleep pants and stared out the window at the congested Coruscant
"Hello, Obi-Wan." Qui-Gon's says coolly.
Obi-Wan places the datapad on the table next to the door. "Is there a
Qui-Gon does not answer.
"Master, I'm quite sure she'll
get over it soon enough." Obi-Wan commented approaching Qui-Gon. He knew you
always pushed Qui-Gon's buttons.
His master's irritation filled the room
like a foggy haze. Obi-Wan closed his eyes and sifted through the radiating
emotions- allowing the Force to help him filter out Qui-Gon's fluctuating mood.
Radiant motion is what his instructors called what the Master is presently
doing. It is a technique his Master often uses to dissipate his anger. It is
away of letting go. The only problem is that the released anger often lands on
any Force sensitive being within feet of him--which is usually his padawan.
Qui-Gon Jinn faces his padawan, "I'm certain she already
"What?" Obi-Wan reachs out with his mental connection. Searching
for you. You, he and Qui-Gon are always connected and therefore always together,
until now. Your connection was like a line caught under a wall. It is
Obi-Wan looks to his master with frustration. //When? How
//For at least two hours now. //
"Why?" Obi-wan's breathing
increased. "Who is she with?"
"I am not certain. But it was another male,
a knight I believe." Qui-Gon's jaw clenchs with those last
Obi-Wan's pupil's constricts and he storms out of the
You sit across the table from Mich'ael enjoying a good
meal. You remove your hood and let your long hair hang freely.
can't be stationed in the No-ad system." You take another bite of vegetables,
"There's nothing out there."
"Believe me, I know." He answers pleasantly,
"Still there are pockets of settlements. Disputes to be arbitrated. My skills
are needed nonetheless. For I am a servant--."
"- defending those who can
not defend themselves." You finish reflexively. Reminded of your lovers' words.
Men you hardly ever see and when they are home, they seem to never want to be
with you. Physically, emotionally, sexually...
"Being around Jedi all the
time I'm sure you hear that a great deal."
You answer pensively not sure
if that remark had a hidden meaning to it or just referred to your job
situation, "I do. But it still rings true." You look down at your plate. "Well,
this is a good meal."
You motion for the waiter to bring
you more wine. The red liquid rushes into your glass. The waiter offers Mich'ael
but he declines.
Mich'ael's green eyes peer at you, as you sip looking
past him. "Are you all right?"
You nod slowly.
"It's your third
glass including the one at the party."
You shift your gaze and smile,
"Fourth actually. Remember the empty glass that fell?"
motions for the droid and pays the bill. "Would you--. Would you like to go
dancing with me?"
"I'd love to."
A bead of perspiration dripped
down Obi-Wan's temple. He leaned against the wall of a closed shop for support
as a fierce headache wracked his brain. After bolting off into the Coruscant
night, he immediately went to the Hall of Great Service, where the Gala was
held, in search of you. You weren't there. He called to you through your blocked
link to no avail. His rage having dissipated an hour ago, he sank to the ground
to reconsider his options.
"Perhaps Qui-Gon's approach was better." He
said rubbing his temples, "Maybe waiting 'til she gets home is a better
Obi-Wan's azure blue eyes disappeared behind his closed lids.
He gathered the Force's healing energy and called upon it to center him. To
relax him, grant him peace. The throbbing behind his eyes subsided and soon the
tell-tale whispers of the Force began to speak to him. His love for you filled
his heart and then images flashed in his mind. A club in the red-light district.
The sign red--Club 69.
The padawan frowned unsure of the image. Then he
saw you walking in with a man whose arm was around your waist. His instant
jealousy distorted the vision and it soon dissipated.
Knowing there was
only one thing to do...Obi-Wan went home and waited.
As the night goes
on, you and Mich'ael dance, laugh and sing. Your attraction for him grows but
you will not allow yourself to act on it. An uptempo song melts into a ballad
and Mich'ael pulls you close.
"I can tell," He whispers into your ear,
"you're being a naughty girl." He pushes you away, twirls you around and pulls
You feel hypnotize by his embrace. "I have no
idea what you're talking about." You whisper into his shoulder.
sniffs your hair, "I've had a wonderful time. Thank you." He whispers back into
Mich'ael's hot breath on your neck gives you chills. You find
yourself clinging to him, lost in his embrace.
"It was my pleasure."
am leaving for No'ad in a few hours, I would love for you to spend them with
You pull away and gaze into his eyes. They hunger for your
You lean against the backwall of the elevator in your apartment
building. You look at the chrono on the wall realizing you've been gone all
night. Part of you regrets having stayed out all night but you did have an
incredible time, even having not slept with Mich'ael. He was even honorable
enough to send you home on transport with just a peck on the cheek after
escorting you out of the club.
The elevator comes to a halt stopping on
"Home." You say as the door opens. Your thoughts float back to
the two men with whom you share your bed. Jedi Knights...a Master and Padawan.
Two incredibly sexy, gorgeous men who have obviously grown tired of you in the
three years you all have been together.
You wonder why. Was it because
your hair didn't shine the way it did when you met them on that fateful day on
Yavin 3? Or maybe they didn't find you attractive anymore out boredom. Or
perhaps time just has a way of taking the glamour out of things.
even care anymore?//
In this early morning hour you imagin both of them
in bed, snoring with your spot in the middle vacant. Oblivious to your absence.
Was that spot enough for you anymore?
You palm the lock to your
apartment. The recognition beep of the scanner unlocks the door. There was
silence and darkness in the front room. You stand against the closed front door
as your eyes adjust.
You notice that not only were the lamps in the room
not on but the blinds were closed. Unlike your Force sensitive roommates you
were unable to make your way in the dark.
"Blinds one-quarter open
please." You say as the computer complies allowing the daylight of Maizar
II--the star of Coruscant's system, illuminate the dusky tones of the earth
colored room. You place your purse next to a data pad on the table near the door
and walk into the room.
"Finally." Obi-Wan's says out of the shadows.
You turn to see him sitting in a chair in the corner wearing his sleep
pants only. Your heart skips a beat.
"Oh, your up." You say nervously. You
don't know why. "Have a nice rest?"
"Not really." He leans forward
causing his braid to sling over his shoulder.
"Oh. I'm sorry." You
swallow hard. "Well I'm gonna get changed."
Your heart is beating like
an anvil. The eery silence is definitely telling you, your in trouble. You turn
towards the dining room on your way to the bed room when Qui-Gon steps forward.
All he is wearing are black silk boxers. The ones you bought him for his
"Don't bother." He says sternly and folds his arms.
feel an anxiety attack coming on. Adrenaline is pouring into your blood stream,
while your nerves scream, "RUN!"
You double back to the door to be
greeted by Obi-Wan who is waiting there for you, blocking your path.
are you frightened little one?" He asks intensely
You swallow hard
again. You don't answer. You want to turn around but are afraid to turn your
back on him. And then you remember the master.
You swivel slowly around
to see Qui-Gon leaning against the doorway with his arms folded.
been gone all night." He remarked.
"--Tried to reach you by commlink."
Obi-Wan says leaving the door way. "But couldn't. Why?"
You step away
from him. "That's because I turned it off." You answer quietly. Why in the world
did I get myself mixed up with two alpha-males? "I asked you two to go to the
party with me but you turned me down. Remember?"
You look to Qui-Gon
whose face is expressionless. You know then and there he's really
Obi-Wan nods, "Yes we remember. Of course we're a little fuzzy on
the specifics. Was it the party at the Hall of Great Service or the one at Club
Your face goes ghostly white. "You know about that."
do." Qui-Gon replies
"We also know about your friend." Obi-Wan says
stroking your long tresses from behind.
Your realize your feet are glued
to the floor. You are unable to move. You try again, feeling your fear melt into
anger. They are toying with you.
"Perhaps Padawan, that Knight interests
her." Qui-Gon finally moves away from the doorframe, "He certainly was
interested in her."
"Maybe she's trading us in for a newer
That hit home. Something in your mind snaps.
know!!" You try to move again but can't. "You can give less than a damn about
me! It's bad enough I miss you when you're gone but to miss you when you're
"Did you fuck him?" Qui-Gon asked
You ignore the question, "I only ask for a little of your blasted
time but I guess that's too much!"
"Did you fuck him?" The
Master asked again, he moved closer.
"I know you don't want me anymore!!
I know it now. At least he appreciated me."
"Fucking you is not the same
as appreciating you." Obi-Wan hissed behind you.
You turn and say, "At
least it's a start." Man, I'm leaving this joint. I'm going to a hotel and I'm
getting out of here for good.
The master grabs your chin, so that you
face him, "Did you fuck him?" He growled.
"No." You answer defiantly,
"But the Gods know I wanted to."
Qui-Gon hauls your screaming self up
over his shoulder.
"Little one, today you will learn who you belong
"NO!! NO!!" You scream uselessly as he takes you into the bedroom
followed by Obi-Wan.
Qui-gon tosses you on the giant bed. Your body is
pinned flat by the force. Obi-Wan straddles you.
"You don't know how
worried I was." His brow furled into a deep trench. He leans forward, "You will
learn of my passions. This morning you will learn of our fear."
rips your dress down the front exposing your bra, panties, garter and stockings.
He lustfully licks your face, neck and chest.
"I can smell him on you."
You turn away defiantly. The last vestiges of your dress
disappear on the side of the bed. You feel a nudging in your emotional shields.
You feel two consciences pushing at your barrier.
Obi-Wan kisses you
tenderly on your cheek, chin and mouth. You keep your mouth closed and do not
respond. You want to push him off of you but your arms and body are pinned to
the bed. By whom? You guess both of them.
His kisses move down your body
stopping at your breast. His mouth with the help of the force moves away the cup
freeing your breast from its restraints. The evidence of his handy work already
shows from your stiff nipple. Though your mind wasn't willing your body was
already beginning to respond to your lover's touches.
He licked the very
crest of your nipple and then took the whole of it in his mouth. You gasp as he
suckles you. You feel a spurt of wetness between your legs. You moan.
face rises, blue eyes stare into yours.. "You belong to us."
already speaking in the plural you note. You manage a glance at Qui-Gon. His
eyes were closed in deep concentration. They were already linked mentally.
"We shall reclaim you." He growls and moves down your stomach licking
and nipping. He opens your legs and kisses your inner thigh. He rips off your
panties leaving on your garter. He licks the lips of your shaved mound. Tracing
it's center and edge with his tongue. He places both of your legs over each of
his shoulders and raises you off the bed. His tongue dives in your heated,
You shriek. His sucking noises and nibbling of your clit
is driving you crazy. Your hips buck wildly.
you back on the bed. His lust filled eyes peer at you. His face is covered in
your wetness. You feel his finger enter you...
"Who do you belong
You don't answer. Your breaths are short and ragged.
finger enters you, "Who do you belong to?"
"No one." You manage. You moan
from pain and excitement as he spreads his fingers. "Please Obi-
"No. Not until you realize."
"Got to hell." You hiss and
look at Qui-Gon who's stern expression has turned to lust as the smell of sex
fills the room. "The both of you."
Obi-Wan divests himself of his sleep
pants. His hard member is pressed against your wet mound. He rubs it against you
mercilessly. You hips buck instinctively to meet him. Your loving it and hating
it at the same time.
There is another rush at your conscience defense.
"We will be apart of you again. And you shall never block us out." He
looks to Qui-Gon. A silent exchange goes between them with Qui-Gon nodding.
Obi-Wan parts your legs wide, and meets your mound with a hungry gasp.
"Little one," Qui-Gon says approaching you, "you will become ours again
"No. It's too late for that." You're almost 30 percent sure of
Qui-Gon smothers your mouth in a passionate kiss. His
tongues dives into your mouth, claiming you....tasting you. Stealing your
breath. You almost don't notice Obi-Wan licking you dry south of the
You break away from Qui-gon to give an earth shattering moan.
You can feel your orgasm approaching as Obi-Wan's magic tongue sucks your clit
and dives in your center. Qui-Gon captures your mouth as you scream. Your
vaginal muscles constrict emitting it juices. You manage to moan in Qui- Gon's
hungry mouth. Obi-Wan licks you bone dry again. Qui-Gon stands up. You close
your eyes feeling the worst is over.
You sigh and then gasp as you feel
Obi-Wan enter your dry self. You want to crawl up the sheets. Your hips buck.
Your vaginal muscles tighten around his penis. He moans in response and begans
to move slowly and then picks up the pace. Tears stream down your face and you
gasp with each thrust.
looks down at you, "Who do you belong to?" The scent of your arousal on his face
is making you wet again. He spreads your legs wider and plunges deeper into you.
"You!!" You finally agree.
He's thrusting wildly now.
The bed shakes.
"Who?" He growls
"You." He knows you mean the
both of them. It is something you three established the first time you all made
love. That their link connects them body, mind and soul. With Qui-Gon being the
head. It was then you notice during this arousal Obi-Wan spoke in the
There was another large push at your conscienceness exposing a
Obi-Wan thrusting slows as he groans and jerks staccatto like.
Your climax comes just as he nears his.
He's throws his head back and
pours into you. His seed warming your insides even more. You scream constricting
your muscles, milking him even more.
You collapse. Unable to think and
move. Your eyes are closed as Obi-Wan moves off of you. Your exhausted. And then
suddenly you feel another weight upon you. His scent tells you that the master
is ready. He takes your mouth in hungry passionate kiss.
open your eyes." Qui-Gon nudges you.
You oblige. You stare into his eyes
that were blue as the sea.
"You thought of being with him." He strokes
You shake your head negatively. He nods. His face is inches
away from yours.
"You want another man inside you. Touching you? Feeling
Qui-Gon's jealousy permeated the room. "I know this man. This
knight from Celtia."
You begin breathing rapidly.
"He will never
have you because your are mine." Qui-Gon's conscienceness rams yours again
breaking another part....your emotional shields are in pieces barely hanging
He sucks your lips and rips off your bra. He ravishes both breasts
causing you to moan again. Freely able to move now, you intertwine your fingers
in his mane. He suckles you. And then goes straight for your mound.
taste Obi-Wan within you.// He projects through your broken
"Master." you moan.
//Now I will mark you.// Qui-Gon
kisses you again. He moves away to reposition his naked body.
penetrates you with one long thrust. You moan loudly. His cock impales you
against the bed. Stretching you filling you. It has been so long. So
Qui-Gon opens your legs wider to accomdate him. His weight is upon
you as he thrusts powerfully. The headboard bangs against the wall.
"Master." You say lustfully...."Oh Master."
"Who do you belong
He exits you. "Turn over." He
You do so. He takes hold of your waist and puts you on all four
and penetrates you from behind. After a couple of thrusts you climax again. Your
mound drips but he is not finished.
Qui-Gon leans forward kisses you.
//You belong to us.
"Yes master." You say gasping. Feeling waves of
pleasure hit you. He massages your clit. You feel yourself rising again. "Not
Qui-Gon thrusts quicken becoming shorter and
"Gods...uh..." He explodes inside of you as you climax once
again. His hot juices feel you and mingle with Obi-Wan's. His battering hips
slow and then stop.
You collapse on the bed trembling shaking. Obi-Wan
is behind you instantly caressing you. Holding you.
"To see you with
another man," He nuzzles you.
You begin to sob, "I--." You loved them so
much but sometimes you wondered if it was returned.
Qui-Gon lays in front
you. He kisses you tenderly. "After all this time, you still are in
You say nothing except close your eyes. Through your shattered
link you feel love from Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon.
//Share with us.// Qui-Gon projects
Your mind meekly reaches out for theirs and is warmly received.
You not only feel but see their love for you. You are wrapped in a
"If this Celtian comes by again, will you see him?" Qui-Gon asks,
his voice is concerned. You also feel his uncertainty.
"No master." You
answer with certainty. Qui-Gon kisses you, this time full tenderly with
affection. No aggression. Obi-Wan gives slow pecks to your neck and shoulders.
You wrap his arm around you and pull Qui closer as well. You kiss Qui
again and then turn to kiss Obi just as long, just as well. Obi's hard member
presses against your leg.
You turn and concentrate on Obi, enveloping
yourself in a long passion kiss. He moves away. And lingers on your breast for a
while. You push him away and sit up. You stroke his erect cock. You kiss the tip
and then lick it. He gasps. And then moans when you take it fully into your
mouth. You give him long pleasurable strokes tasting your essence upon it.
He grabs your hair and lays you on your back. He mounts you and then
enters you slowly...staring into your eyes. Pumping slowly enjoying every
motion. You hook your legs around his hips inviting him to go deeper. He obliges
and sinks to the hilt. You moan as he steadies his position and then begins
thrusting. You glance over to see Qui-Gon stroking himself.
"Come here my
Obi-Wan exits you. You place your back to Qui-gon. He lifts your
leg around his. He places the tip of his erect cock at your opening.
you certain my love." He asks breathily...
"We don't want
to hurt you." Obi adds gazing into your eyes.
"I love you and I trust
Obi moved in closer and placed his penis at your entrance. Your
breathing increases as you anticipate pain. The two men hold you and you feel
their bond working with your mind. Suddenly you only feel their pleasure as they
enter you at the same time. You feel your body being stretched and filled but
only pleasure registers. Yours and theirs.
You all moan and feel
yourself rising. Qui-Gon's cock grazes your cervix... His thrusting increases...
"Ahhhh!!" He pours into you..
"Unnnhhh!!" Obi-Wan comes
There hot seed fills you. Warms you.
The three of you
lay collapsed in a warm cocoon under the blankets. Before you drift off to sleep
you realize, being in the middle is where you belong.