Author's Notes: This is a piece of fiction I wrote for a round robin. This is for the Sith Chicks.
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Your world slowly comes into focus. You find yourself laying on soft fabric. You turn your head drowsily in an attempt to check out your environment. The first thing you realize is that your on a sleep couch. A particular large one and the room is dimly lit. There were no furnishings except the imprints of where pictures use to be on the wall. It was as if someone had moved out and no one cleaned the walls in their wake.
You sit up feeling the gathering of fabric from the dress your still wearing.
//The Gala// you say to yourself. //But how? Where?// Suddenly the memories come flooding back to you. You were with Mace and then you went to the main hall where you encountered the man who put you in this state Qui-Gon. //Where in the sith is he?// You scowl
"I'm here." He answers off to your side.
You turn swiftly to see him leaning against a wall with his deep brown robe falling gracefully against his towering masculine physique. The light from Coruscant's moon shines into the room setting off the strands of silver in his lion mane.
"How long have I been out?" You ask rubbing your sore arm from where he grabbed you. Were Jedi allowed to be that rough?
"Ten minutes or so." He answers in his typically serene manner.
You furrow your brow feeling the anger rise within you.
"Man what the hell is your defect?!" You demand rising out of the bed. How dare he put you under! How dare he do that to you!!
"We needed to talk." He replied simply. "Alone."
You stand up and straighten yourself up. "I know how to talk alone just fine thank you. You didn't have to knock me out in the process." You sneer and stare at him.
His blue eyes stare right through you as if he were assessing the situation. You use your small Force sensitive abilities to get a clue as to what he is feeling. You shiver feeling coldness eminating from him as if he has shut himself down.
"You were with him tonight in spite of what we talked about." Qui-Gon Djinn said placing his hands together taking up the Jedi-Stance.
"Yes." You say knowing there was no since in lying. "And you are with many on a daily basis. So what am I to do? Hunh?"
Qui-Gon Djinn didn' t respond.
"I'll tell you what I do. I deal with it and move on." You snap and go over to a mirror and fix your hair. "We both knew coming in to this what this relationship entailed."
"Is that what your tears told you?" He asked.
You feel your insides wither.
"You didn't think I knew." He said behind you. "I know about the times you wondered about my welfare. My safety." You could hear his robes rustling. "I need it. It's what keeps me going."
A knot begins to form in the back of your throat. //Men. They suck// You swear. Suddenly you gather your courage and turn to face him.
"I got real Qui-Gon. You have tons of women falling before your feet on a daily basis. You lead this dangerous life-- because of which I hardly ever see you." You continue trying to keep your voice from quivering.
You hold back your tears. "And I pay to see you. This is sooo screwed up."
"I haven't asked for any of your bloody credits since our third time." He roared.
"We have different lives and that's why it won't work."
"Rubbish." He retorted
"Go to hell Qui."
He inhaled briefly and stood up straight, "You are mine and you are to be with no other man. Is that clear."
"Why?"
"Because I said so. That should be good enough for you."
You wondered if he was crazy? Did he know that this was 6245 of the Common Era? Women aren't treated this way anymore. How dare he try to control you! Who cares that every waking moment your day without him you wonder if he was safe. And that when you saw The Phantom Menace at the 20 Holoplex in between Royal briefings, you cried so hard that your eyes were puffy for hours.
"I didn't watch most of my world and my family be exterminated and crawl my way into a better life to come HERE AND EAT YOUR SHIT!!" The chair beside you shakes violent as your fury radiates outward.
Inside the Main hall of the Gala, Siduri stopped and looked toward the dormitory area. The wave of emotion that screamed through her alerted her to a presence she hadn't sensed in years. She kept her expression clear as to hide her thoughts but she knew instantly, Gabrielle of the House of Tellus was about.
Qui-Gon approaches you with quiet intensity, "Little one you do not scare me."
"I'm not trying to. That's a warning."
"Or what?" Qui-Gon's six foot four stature towers over you. Just the barest hint of smile cracked his lips. "That little display? I have fought beings who would kill you just as soon as look at you. So stop this foolishness and be reasonable. I love you and you are mine. Is that clear?" He says stroking your hair.
You fold your arms, "The only thing clear is that you have lost all of your faculties."
He leans down and kisses your forehead. "I'm quite clear on the subject and now this discussion has ended."
"Don't swear at me." He warns you his expression hardening.
Undaunted you continue. He was not going to rule your life. You are determined to close this chapter of your life. "Fuck you Qui-Gon. And if that's not enough, I'm going back home and go through with the ceremony."
You both knew that you were speaking of choosing a Life-Mate. You suddenly realize the danger in your pop decision making. The danger lay in two areas. The first being the incredibly seductive yet murky details that surround bonding on your home planet of Praesitalyn. And the other is that the possessive Jedi before you knows all about it. You are of aristocratic lineage though not in line for succession to lead the House. (In spite of your position of Telvak III as an advisor you didn't want to be in charge of any bullshit ceremony and circumstance. ) However your culture demands that it is your duty to mate. You know and believe this but you had not found the right man to do this with. And by the very nature of your home culture and the sexual politics involved with life-bonding this made things difficult especially because it was anything but political.
"Am I a lover or a mate?" He asks pacing around you with his hands clasped behind his back. "Or is Mace your mate? I know all about how the women on your planet may take on a lover in addition to your mate if your spouse so allows it."
Qui-Gon Djinn stops behind you. You can feel the heat of his glare. You are frozen in place. Your mind is racing. "I also know that once you take on a life-mate you stay with them for life to sexually please them in anyway they want."
You feel your guard weakening. "You have not answered my question." Qui-Gon whispered in her ear.
You feel his mind probing yours. Searching for an answer that even you do not know.
"I don't know." You say quietly.
"What?" He replies softly
"I said I don't know." You glare at him. "And no man owns me. Remember that."
You use your limited Force abilities to open the door. //I thought Mace was jealous// You muse taking your small purse off the desk. //At least I can handle him. I wonder what he's doing?//
The door slams shut and locks just as youreach it. Qui-Gon wraps his arms around your waist.
"You are mine and now I shall prove it to you." He growls lifting you off your feet.
"NO!" You squirm as you are carried to the center of the room. He sets you down gently and pulls out a chair. His posture is straight, erect as he places his hands on his knees.
You try to move but find that your feet are glued to the floor. "Now we shall see who is really in charge." He scratched his beard. "Take off your dress."
You cock your head to the side in disbelief, "No."
He waves his hand. "You will take off your dress now."
You find yourself desperately wanting to take off your dress and you obey your thoughts/his thoughts. You hike up the skirt and shimmy out of it by pulling it over your head. You toss the dress to him. He sniffs it briefly enjoying your cologne, smiles and then places it on the desk next to him.
Now your black laced bra, thong underwear, stockings and spiked heels are all that you are wearing. The chill in the air causes your nipples to harden. Qui-Gon licks his lips. "Remove your stockings and then put your heels back on."
You willingly do as he says. Suddenly images are projected in your mind. They are of the times you two were together. Making love in front of the fire place in your apartment, catching a quickie on your desk before your next meeting. His warm mouth tasting, exploring your skin.
The temperature in the room jumps 10 degrees as your heart begins to race. Then images of you flash in your mind of you two nuzzled together on the sofa. He and you caressing each other, him stroking your hair and kissing you gently.
//No.// You tell yourself. //He is manipulating me.//
You close your eyes and counter the images with you speaking with other men. Holding hands and going to dinner with them. Of the first time you and Mace kissed.
Qui-Gon was upon you with a flash. "Don't do that." He growled and pulling your hair exposing your neck, "Never think of another man in my presence." There is a distinct feeling of jealous, hatred and anger that you feel building in the room. Its coldness surrounds the room like a wet blanket enveloping you in darkness.
Qui-Gon begins hungrily kissing your neck. Tracing it's outline with his tongue. He devours your mouth as if trying to suck the very breath from you body. You hungrily reciprocate. His strong arms pick you up, holding you just beneath your shoulders and underneath your rear. He takes two of his characteristic long strides and is next to the bed that he proceeds to toss you upon. You gasp feeling winded. He allows you little time for respite as he is upon you kissing you hungrily again.
"I'm going to make you mine." He whispers to you, his cobalt blue eyes driving his point home. "You can scream as loud as you want and no one will hear you."
You feel the Force pinning your body to the bed. Your arms are raised above your head as his mouth searches your body for all those places he and you have explored before.
You close your eyes and moan as you feel his mouth explore your breasts, probing the nipple with his tongue. Licking, biting and licking again. He kisses and licks your flat ridged stomach approaching your wet center but never going there.
"Qui please." You moan.
"This won't end until you know that I'm Master." He gets up and takes off his robe and utility belt. They fly neatly to the desk and lay next to your dress. He finishes where he leaves off spreading your legs exploring your wetness with his rough calloused hands.
His faces dives toward your center causing you to nearly leap out of your skin as he mercilessly licks your clit massaging it with his tongue. You lick your lips in response moaning and writhing feeling your hips buck. His wiry beard tingles the nerves of your labia. He opens your legs wider delving his tongue deep inside you causing you to wail.
"Pleeeaaaasseee." You wail as he licks and kisses the sides of your legs causing you shriek. Your so wet you don't know what to do. You do know your thong is definitely too confining. You want it off and him inside you now.
//In time my love// He says standing up and slowly undressing. His look of amusement shows that he's enjoying his slow torture.
You try to sit up but find that you are too turned on to do so and the Force is still pinning you down. All you can see is his face and his bare chest. He climbs on top of you opening your legs but first kisses you hungrily allowing you to taste your essence on your lips.
//You are mine. You will put no other man before me.// He stares into your eyes.
You can only moan in response. His cock moves the thong to the side clearing a way to your opening. You close your eyes and shriek as he penetrates you deeply in one stroke. His violent thrust moves you and he up the bed.
"Ahhhhuughhhhh!!" You wail as he thrusts in your mercillessly. Your wetness and arousal builds. His largeness fills you, causing you to stretch.
The bed's squeaking is only drowned out by his grunting and your moaning. He opens your legs wider leaning into you placing his weight upon you. You find that you are able to wrap your arms around him as your stare at his chest. His thick, stiff manhood is pushing on your very cervix causing you just a hint of pain mixed with pleasure.
He moves his hips around in circles causing you to pant. You recognize the feeling that is rising from your center. You can feel yourself approaching the edge.
"Uhhhh...." You moan, "Qui-Gon..." And scream as you climax digging your nails into his flesh.
You lay under him exhausted. But he is far from over. He pulls his stiff penis out of your dripping vagina and turns you over on your stomach. He lifts your ass and pelvis to him and enters you from behind, pounding you mercilessly causing you to scream in to the bed. //Say it// He demands in your mind in between grunts.
//No.//
He exits you fully and then enters you fully causing you to grunt making you wonder if you'll ever be able to walk again.
//Not if I can help it.//
His massive strong hands dig into your fleshy hips, as he continues to ram you. By now your moaning is continuous as your wetness is now uncontrollable. You can feel yourself climbing again. He stops momentarily to calm himself and enters you anew moving his hips circularly sending you over the edge again. You scream a blood curling scream and collapse exhausted on the bed.
Panting you plead, "Master please."
He turns you over. Your shaky as he hungrily studies you. You look down at his long, engorged cock. The long stalked wetness was stiff and erect, not yet ready to deliver his seed.
Knowing what he needs you hungrily bend down and take it into your mouth. Tasting yours and his wetness combined. You lick the tip and explore its length finally ending up at its base.
His hands are tangled in your hair lovingly caressing you. You feel his hostility melt away allowing his true feelings for you— deep love and affection. As are your feelings for him. That's what they always were for him but you never had the courage to tell him.
//I love you// He intones to your mind.
You answer him back by fully taking him into your mouth as much as you can. He gasps grabbing your hair and pulling you back.
"No." He says and then kisses you, "I want to come inside you tonight."
He suddenly stands up and lifts you. He leans down sucking on your lips and your chin as he takes you away from the bed. You wrap your legs around him as he leans your back against the wall. Where he begins anew. You don't know if you have the energy to come again but you are about to find out. He pumps you wildly trying to develop enough friction to release the tightness building in his scrotum.
Your linked minds tells you of his pain and torture that he is feeling unless he comes soon.
"Come for me Master." You whisper breathily feeling your self climb again.
"Unnnhhhgghh." Is his acknowledgement as his pumping increases.
His hips almost grinds you into the wall his movement increases dragging you towards the cliff of ecstasy. The edge approaches as both your breathing becomes ragged. You shriek as the muscles around his cock contract once again. He growls and drives himself into you as his seed explodes inside of you. You can feel his warmth filling you as he continues to pump. He keeps coming and coming. Filling you so until you feel the tightness of being full. His hips slow down as you finish milking him, his semen oozing out of you and running down your leg.
He carries you over to the bed where you both collapse. You lay on his muscled chest wrapped in his exhausted arms.
//I love you Master//
//I love you too//
Siduri Archanes stands on the balcony staring at the night sky. Thousands of Transports crisscross back and forth in the Coruscant air space. She wondered if Gabrielle knew she was here. Her fellow countrymen always had a fondness for skipping out on the duty of her planet, her duty to her people. Gabrielle had responsibilities that must be taken care of on her homeworld. One of which was restoring her lineage and her planet to its former glory and the possibility of uniting their Houses. Not gallivanting around with Dark Jedi. Siduri's spies kept her abreast of Gabrielle's exploits. Siduri turned around to face the party. Her eyes narrowed to slits as she watched Qui-Gon Jinn speak with his apprentice and a young lady who looked like she went hiking in a freezer. Of course, Gabrielle had no idea she wasn't with the real Qui-Gon. She would find out soon enough.