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forcemaster

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Really, Anakin?

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facultative

[There's a long horrified moment as he just stares at what Obi-Wan has replied to. He didn't send this, he definitely wrote it, but that was a long time ago and neither had even heard of the Danaë at the time.

Can he tell who it's for? There's no names so he should be able to maintain some form of plausible deniability.]

I didn't do this! I swear this wasn't me.

From:

forcemaster

[He's close too but is hoping to feel her tighten around him before he lets go himself, although it's getting harder and harder to do that especially with the change in angle and the way she's touching herself, it's almost too much. His pace is starting to lose a clear pattern.] You're b-beautiful like this...

From:

forcemaster

You're almost as bad a liar as you are a poet.

[He's certainly some idea of the intended recipient. For as much as he wishes he didn't.]

Edited (words. i know how to use them... maybe) Date: 2021-03-05 12:42 am (UTC)

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facultative

It's not that bad!

[Wait, no he's arguing the wrong thing.]

I'm not lying.

From:

forcemaster

[He's just going to ignore both of those lies.]

I knew there was something going on between you and Padmé, but I didn't imagine it had gone beyond infatuation and extended into love letters.

[He'd hoped, anyway. But with this, he can't help but wonder how much further it all went...]

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thevelmster

[She's holding out by mere threads at the edge of her own orgasm for his. They've found an angle that hits them both spectacularly and she wants to hold tight onto this feeling for as long as she can manage. Her breath comes in rough gasps and groans, but it his words that push her over the edge, her face twist and mouth parting.] Obi... [It's an exhale of a breath, full of emotions she shouldn't have as she tightens around him hard, then again and again, noises of pleasure escaping her with each wave. Even so, she tries to watch him, wanting to experience every moment of this.]

From:

facultative

[No no no. Obi-Wan doesn't even know about Luke, he can't figure it out now.]

Senator Amidala is just a friend. I'm not infatuated. I know the rules.

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unjedi

( obi-wan will hear his his own voice filtered back to him. )

From:

forcemaster

[Anakin had told him what he knew about what had become of the Order. Or else this message might have hit him even harder than it does. It's still a lot to take in, still hurts, hearing one's own voice coming back to him, speaking of a great tragedy yet to come for him and the Galaxy. One he'd not yet experienced.

Trust in the Force.

He very nearly doesn't respond to this at all. He's not even sure where to begin.] Did you intend to send this to me?

[He's a feeling the answer to that is no.]

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unjedi

No. The holocron must have turned on.

From:

forcemaster

[Obi-Wan tenses a moment when he feels her coming, tightening hard around his length and he can't himself back. He can feel her around him, but the explosion of pleasure spreads out from her and hits him solidly through the Force. He gives a few more thrusts but starts falling over the edge mid-stroke and presses deep as he spills inside her, a gasp caught in his throat.

This feels right. The way it should be. So he's not sure why there's doubt creeping into the back of his head. Those are of no concern. He's got Velma. And she's his. That's what matters right now.]

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forcemaster

I know you know them. I've repeated them to you repeatedly. Knowing and following are two different things, yes?

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forcemaster

Anakin told me what you told him.
About Palpatine. About the Jedi.

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unjedi

[ for a moment, she bristles with irritation. she gets why anakin told him, but it wasn't his story. it was hers. ]

And? What did you think of it?

From:

forcemaster

How would you expect me to take it?
It's hard to accept. Not to say I don't believe you or him.

[He's devastated, but still hopeful that he might be able to prevent it somehow upon his return...]

From:

facultative

They're the same thing here.

[He doesn't want to get kicked out of the Order. He's not ready to be a house husband yet.]

From:

thevelmster

[Even without a connection to the Force, Velma finds herself overwhelmed with her own pleasure as well as watching it reflect through him. Later she'll realize that this is not how it usually happens, and that circumstances aside, this was an amazing and rare scenario for a first time for so many reasons.

It's intense and raw, the feel of him spilling inside her along with her own orgasm. At some point she finds herself spent, body pulsing with aftershocks and forehead pressing against his before she finds herself stealing a long, lazy kiss from him. Silent thank yous with her lips being easier than words in the moment. The kiss is a soft, lingering claim, happy for him to be hers and her to be his in this moment.

Eventually the kiss breaks and she can't help the smile that plays over her features.] I don't want to move.

From:

forcemaster

So you're expecting me to believe this letter wasn't written by you at all? And definitely wasn't meant for a Senator Amidala?

[He really wants to believe that. But he can't pretend he doesn't see this like he might have let less obvious signs go on by. This is not something he can unsee.]

From:

facultative

I want you to believe that I have not written any such letter since we've been here for anyone let alone Senator Amidala.

Can we talk about this instead of sending messages?