Title: Suggestion (sequel to Forceful) Author: Cerulean Blue Characters: Obi-Wan and Corla La'ant Rating: It's Cerie, of course its NC-17:) Category: Smut Disclaimer: Once again, I don't own anyone but Corla. Stay quiet, great flanneled guru. I dont have anything but half a bottle of root beer, a battered, dog-eared copy of "A New Hope", and the Moulin Rouge soundtrack. Oh, I own Lalei Jinn too. God, glad there's a method to makin these SW names :) Summary: Turnabout is fair play, as Obi-Wan discovers in the middle of a Council meeting. Suggestion ---------------------- It had been a week since Obi-Wan had "forced" his authority over his young padawan, Corla, but she still tingled with low-energy desire whenever she looked at him. Claiming her as his lover wasn't exactly protocol, but Obi-Wan had never followed protocol anyway. Of course, Corla hadn't breathed a word of her master's intense display of dominance...except to Lalei. "He did WHAT? Master KENOBI? God, is he a good lay?" Lalei's soft green eyes belied her quick wit and twisted mind. She looked over her shoulder to Master Yoda, noting he was occupied with Anakin Skywalker. Anakin winked at the girls and cocked his head towards Yoda indicating that he'd keep him busy for a while. Lalei blushed and turned towards Corla under the guise of training. "So, is he, well..how's his 'saber?" Lalei giggled and blocked a frustrated blow from Corla's dark blue lightsaber. Lalei had trained under Yoda himself, being the niece of the late Qui-Gon Jinn, and as a result was the best swordswoman in the Temple. She flicked Corla's 'saber away and clicked both off, yelling over her shoulder that they were going to the garden to meditate. "Vigilant, my youngling. Strayed from path you must not be, hrmm?" Master Yoda watched his charge with amusement. Qui-Gon had been so happy that a member of his family had been so strong with the Force since he had no children of his own. Lalei bowed to the tiny master, her blonde hair sweeping the floor. "Yes, Master." ---------------- Garden "It was...exhilarating. I've never felt so swept away and out of control. But, I think he feels that it was a mistake. He hasn't spoken to me about it since." Corla sighed and fiddled with her padawan braid. Bruises and love bites heal, but the scars Obi-Wan Kenobi had left on her heart were too much to bear alone. "So, stop sitting on your ass and suggest something to him. Are you, or aren't you a Jedi?" Lalei crossed her long legs and stared at Corla intently. "Yeah, I guess." Corla slipped into meditation, hoping that Obi-Wan was in an isolated place. ---------- Council Room /Ben? It's me./ Obi-Wan groaned. Of all the times she could pick to mindspeak with him, she had to pick the middle of a Council meeting. Anakin had returned from a spy mission to report that Supreme Chancellor Palpatine had his hand in a few too many Trade Federation affairs. There was a strong feeling that he was their mysterious master sith from the last encounter with them on Tatooine. /Cor'? I'm in a meeting. Is it important?/ Corla shuddered. *Of course it was important* she thought with shields up. /Uh huh. I want you, Ben. More than I can stand./ Obi-Wan shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He had figured Corla hated him after his outburst last week. Oh well, a man could always be proven wrong. Corla smiled as Obi-Wan gulped in his mind. She was getting to him. She decided to send him a little image of where she wanted to be. /I want to be wrapped around you...I want to pin you to that big fluffy bed in Master Windu's quarters with my thighs.../ Corla shuddered, her own thoughts driving her wild. She covered quickly, before Obi-Wan could notice. /But it's only a suggestion,/ she ended coquettishly. Suddenly, images of her lithe, sweat-soaked body riding over his, the only sounds permeating the room the wet slaps of their over-stimulated bodies flooded into his brain. He shifted nervously again, adjusting his already half-mast cock, attracting the attention of Mace Windu. "Obi-Wan? Are you all right? You haven't been paying attention to anything Anakin has said. Need a visit to the Healing Temple?" Mace scrutinized him with his piercing gaze. The man never missed a thing unless he intended to. "The only Temple I need to visit is the Temple of Corla," he growled under his breath. Aloud, he told Windu that he was merely a bit hot. "That is fine, Master Jedi. You are excused." Mace understood completely. Obi-Wan had some new lover he was ready to get back to, he just didn't know who the mystery woman was. ---------------- Garden Obi-Wan burst through the gate like a madman, searching wildly for Corla. He found her beneath a blooming bougainvillea tree, giggling maniacally with Lalei Jinn. "You suggested something, Padawan?" He kept his facial features and voice wonderfully composed, but the tide of emotions in his eyes belied his demeanor. Corla felt so powerful, knowing she'd caused the ever-composed Obi-Wan Kenobi to lose control for the second time in a week. "Come with me to our quarters. I need some help with battle tactics." Corla winked at Lalei and followed her Master back to their small apartment. ---------------------- Apartment "Damn you...gods, I've never lost it like that. What you *do* to me!" Obi-Wan's voice was ragged, sharply edged with desire and frustration. Corla merely smiled. It was his turn. She removed his cloak and tunics, taking the time to fold them neatly and place them in a chair. She stroked his face, the roughness of his beard overwhelming her fingers in tactile stimulation. She kissed the corner of his mouth with a lazy, open-mouthed kiss, just enough to let him know she was in charge and setting the pace. She turned around and straddled his left leg. She bobbed up and down a bit, eliciting a groan from him. She went to work on his leather boot, pulling it off with agonizing slowness...brushing his shin with her pelvis with every pass. Seeing how she affected him, she made quick work of his other boot and pulled his leggings down. "My, my, aren't you happy to see me?" Corla kissed the tip of his straining cock, barely flicking the head with her tongue. Obi-Wan jerked at the sensation. Their first encounter had been all about her submission, and now he was getting his dream come true. He never thought he would have this chance. Corla took him into her throat deeply, humming with pleasure at the sheer size of him. He held onto his Jedi resolve by biting his tongue, trying not to thrust into her delicate mouth. In the end, he couldn't hold out and locked his fingers into her soft hair. Sensing he was close, Corla stood up, amuzed at Obi-Wan's pout. "Corr..." he purred. "Bed, hon." She took his hand and led him to the large bed in his chambers. Abandoning all pretenses of tenderness, she threw him on the soft mattress. She began to remove her clothes when she saw Obi-Wan propped on one elbow, watching her with interest. "Uh uh. Turnabout is fair play." Standing only in a camisole and her leggings, Corla walked to the bed and swept her hand over his eyelids, reveling in the tickle of his long lashes. She placed a soft kiss on each eyelid before returning to her stripping. Trusting him to be honest, she hadn't tried to use the Force to seal them shut. Obi-Wan peeked through his lowered lashes, attempting to put on a come-hither stare for her when she turned around. With each inch of skin she bared, the temperature in the room began to rise. Finally, she was done, and walked back to the bed. "Hence, the power of suggestion, Ben." Corla cleared her throat and waved her hand in Jedi fashion. "You want me to ride you all night long, ride you until you scream." Obi-Wan was beyond words at this point, and merely shook his head to make clear his consent. Corla gently impaled herself on his engorged cock, knowing she hadn't been prepared as well as the time before. She felt him bump her cervix and wiggled around a bit, smiling at the low growl Obi-Wan made. "You have quite a repretoire, Ben. But I want to hear you scream. Can you do that for me?" She slid her body up and down, sheathing his body with her dripping core. She squeezed her vaginal muscles around his cock, causing him to shudder. She repeated the motion, alternating squeezes with his thrusts into her. "CORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR" he screamed, flipping her over and pounding into with an intensity he had never known. She came at the sound of his scream, her wet walls convulsing wildly around his steel cock. He emptied himself into her, and rolled off before he hurt her with his larger frame. Obi-Wan heard Corla mumble something moments before she curled against him in sleep. Something like, "It was only a suggestion, Master Kenobi." ---------------------- "Begun, this Clone War has."--Yoda, "Attack of the Clones"