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during the possession event

[thevelmster]

[It started simply, as a wisp of a thought that took seed and grew quickly and decisively in her mind, a hungering need that rooted deeper than what she'd felt previously at the club. At first, there's not a hint of sexual desire in her need to reclaim what was hers, but as her feet quickly carry her to what is rightfully hers in suite 213, the creativity of her mind blooms on already existing desires and fantasies.

She doesn't bother knocking, finding the outer door unlocked for whatever reason and moving to his room. The lack of etiquette continues as she steps boldly into his designated personal space, gaze immediately searching for him with a keenness to her gaze as she dampens her lips. A wide grin splits her features when she finds him. It's not a small room after all.]

There you are. [It's chiding and pleased all at once as she steps forward slowly.] You should be helping me study.

[forcemaster]

[Obi-Wan's been feeling similar impulses, ones that seem entirely unlike him. There are several people in his orbit that he's grown closer to and thoughts of them seem to be taking a turn. A concerning turn that leads him toward meditation, but he's finding it hard to maintain his concentration. His mind seems to keep wandering back. Possessive thoughts. Jealousy. It's a slippery slope towards the Dark Side but he can't seem to shake them. He's so distracted by it that he doesn't even know Velma is coming until she's busting through his bedroom door to see him seated cross-legged on his bed.

She'll also find his room to be relatively Spartan. He's little in the way of belongings and he keeps it very neat. If he weren't in the room, one could be forgiven for thinking no one lived there at all.

All these thoughts he's been having seem to take hold of him entirely with the sight of her. Although now those possessive thoughts are focused solely on her rather than anyone else.] Should I? [He finds himself challenging back, not moving his spot on the bed although his eyes are laser focused on her... and her mouth.]

[thevelmster]

[The bare state of his room is no matter to her, except in the fact that it's actually how she would prefer Obi-Wan in this moment, but now that she's here, Velma suspects they'll get to that.]

There's nothing else I'd rather be doing right now, and with no one else. [She states in a lower voice as though it's common knowledge, law even, and one he should follow it as well.

Her eyebrow lifts as she moves to shrug off her jacket, letting it fall to the ground to reveal... An orange sweater, maroon skirt, thick over the knee socks, and her favorite (only) Mary Jane's. A shiver runs over her at the sudden chill she feels from the air.] Would you rather be doing something else?

[There's a right and wrong answer here Master Jedi.]

[forcemaster]

[The words out of her mouth make it entirely impossible to ignore the impulses that are gripping him. This is right. She is his, he thinks. Never mind that such possessive thoughts have never overtaken him like this before. It is just a fact now. No denying what is plainly obvious.] There's only one thing I want to be doing right now.

[Obi-Wan moves in a flash, off the bed, and within her space in a moment. His own robe gets discarded but with much more of a flourish than her jacket to cascade to the floor at his feet. He's got on his tunic still, but it seems likely they won't be on his person much longer. They may be skipping ahead a bit in their studies tonight.]

[thevelmster]

Right answer.

[There's a soft gasp at just how quickly he closes the gap between them, but it melts into a murmur of approval as the flourish, her grin turning mischievous as she reaches out to hook fingers around his belt. Don't mind her pulling him closer, aggressively. He's hers after all.]

Then teach me Master Kenobi.

[Is she teasing? Is she serious? The roughness in her voice makes it difficult to tell. Likely it's a mix of both.]

[forcemaster]

[That challenging request lights a fire in him and he reaches for her, pulling her flat against his chest. Teasing or serious, it hardly matters. He's going to take her up on it.

His voice has taken on a darker tone too, finger coaxing her chip up so he can see her face.] Do make sure and pay attention. [Obi-Wan doesn't wait for her retort, instead he is leaning down to capture her lips with his own.]

[thevelmster]

[Velma has always been an excellent, hardworking student. A teacher's pet, even. And she doesn't intend to besmirch that longstanding track record anytime soon. There's no chance in her attention wavering from him.

There's no hesitation on her end either. Not when the need to claim and keep him close, to physically make him hers, resonates so strongly within her. She actively meets him in the kiss as her hands move to grip and frame his face, palms against bearded cheek and fingers curling to pull him closer.

This is not the same sort of kiss as with the mistletoll, that's for certain.]

[forcemaster]

[This kiss is completely different. There's a lot more behind it. A lot more passion and need. He'd been attracted to her before now, but this feeling in him is entirely new. He needs her and any other option is unacceptable.

His hands move down her sides as the kiss continues, his tongue snaking into her mouth. Hands find the curve of her ass and Obi-Wan lifts her upward so that her mouth can be in line with his own. He needs more, as much as she'll give him.]

[thevelmster]

[Her head tilts and her mouth parts to assist in deepening the kiss with a low, pleased noise at the feel of his tongue against hers.

Her back arches as his hands smooth south to her rear, pushing more of her into his hands, not that either of them needs the encouragement, her legs instinctively wrapping around him. Another noise of approval escapes her at this new angle, one she doesn't often get at her height, and the rhythm of the kiss is broken slightly by a smile.

No matter, it's a good opportunity to catch his lower lip in her teeth as she pulls back enough to maneuver hungry kisses and nibbles along his jaw and neck until she reaches more skin than beard. Well, if he lets her deviate that far, that is.]

[forcemaster]

[As much as he'd like to continue kissing her, the light nibbles down his jawline sufficiently distract him from that aim. His eyes flutter closed and a low growl rumbles in his throat. He does start to slowly step backward in the direction of his bed. He doesn't need to look backward to know where it is. He falls backward onto the bed, bringing her down with him atop of him.]

[thevelmster]

[It feels as though she wants everything all at once, which probably explains her hands moving down to pull open his robes as far as they will go so she can clear a path for that busy mouth of hers. The growl encourages her to drag teeth and leave claiming marks the length of that hungry trail.

The impact with the bed breaks her mouth's journey with a feminine noise of surprise that's very Velma, her legs moving just in time to escape being pinned beneath him. That noise, then rolls into her a lower hum as she moves to sit up and adjust herself so that her hips are more squarely over his, all while her hands find his belt to be rid of it.]

You're over-dressed, my Jedi.

[forcemaster]

You're one to talk. [Obi-Wan notes a bit breathless as she moves to start taking off his tunic and belt. With the location of her hips, she's likely to feel that same growing erection that she'd felt while possessed. Except for this time, it's only the two of them. No one else.

A single hand reaches in her direction. He doesn't touch her with it, but there is a flick of his wrist and she'll find her orange sweater moving upward and off her body of its own accord, provided she lifts up her arms.]

[thevelmster]

[The belt's an easy task, and she momentarily debates keeping it in hand for restraining him. In the end, she tosses it aside and shifts her focus to the feel of him pressing and growing against her through a few fabric layers, her hips grinding slowly and purposefully to encourage him. At a few points, she can't help but shudder as the friction hits her just right too.

It doesn't take long for Velma to understand what he's doing with his hand, and the excitement is almost tangible as a grin splits her features. And so, as though she's on the best sort of roller coaster, she raises her arms over her head expectantly.

Spoiler alert: General Obi-Wan Kenobi is the best roller coaster. Or will be. She's determined.

She's wearing a bra and surprisingly no tank top, leaving her Devil's mark tattoo visible along with healed scars at her left wrist as though she tried to cut off the limb there. There are also defensive scars from what looks like a knife on her right arm, long, shallow slashes that look to have been frenzied. For now, the other tattoo and Hell accumulated scars aren't visible from this angle.]

Now your turn. Fair's fair.

[forcemaster]

[Her grinding on him is more than a little distracting, his eyes fluttering shut and jaw clenching. Once her shirt is off, he's momentarily pulled from his arousal. He sits up with her still in his lap, a finger reaching out to run along the scars on her left wrist. Obi-Wan notices the others too, of course. His brow furrows, lifting the wrist to press his lips against the scarring. His eyes quickly switch back to hungry at her words.]

I would remind you to have patience... but I don't have any myself, right now.

[He pulls his tunic, loosening the fabric at the waist and then tugging it over his head. Obi-Wan's earned no scars here, but he's not without them. Battle wounds from a life hard-lived. The most recent small burns in spots on his shoulders and chest from the lava spray on Mustafar.]

[thevelmster]

[To see the great Jedi start to unravel like this imbues her with a great feeling of power, paired with a curling of heat through her. She can't help but dampen her lower lip, quieting and softening momentarily when he presses lips to her scars. Fingers curl against his beard as her own eyes flutter at the touch.

But like him, the possessive hunger is quick to return, keenly watching as he sheds his tunic.]

What? Don't fancy being a hypocrite today?

[He receives a smirk as her attention falls to consume the revealed flesh, hands moving to trace the lines of muscles beneath, pausing at a few of the scars before closing the distance drag her lips along the curve of his shoulder and down to his collarbone.]

The sight of you alone makes patience... Difficult. [She murmurs between kisses and drags of her teeth.] But your taste...? I need more.

[forcemaster]

[That retort about him being a hypocrite earns her a playful pinch on the backside as she moves back down to run her mouth along his neck. He shudders, her words causing him to grind himself upward against her in search of some glorious friction.] Then taste away, Velma. I'm not stopping you.

[He'd be far more upset if she stopped.]

[thevelmster]

[That pinch earns a squeak of sorts, and while she laughs against his skin, she also purposefully nips and sucks a mark on him in retaliation, even as his verbal response spurs her as southward as possible without shifting her hips away from rocking against him.]

Pants.

[She growls softly through a moan against the line of his collar bone, his grind upward having found some glorious friction in just the right spot for her.]

[forcemaster]

[He shudders, trying to keep himself from going mad. This is a lot. A lot more than they've done so far, but he doesn't want to wait and doesn't want to take it slow. He needs her.

Although it seems as though she's not moving to allow him to remove said pants. He decides then to use the Force once more to lift her up a few inches in the air enough for him to slide them off along with his underclothes, revealing his cock that's straining for long-overdue attention. Slowly he lowers her back down on top of him.]

[thevelmster]

[Honestly he's a capable space wizard and she's happily occupying her mouth and hands with the skin provided to her. At least until he lifts her with the Force and her attention hungrily focus down between them to the grand reveal, mouth parting and eyes widening in several long moments of reverence.

Well hello there sir.

Later, there will be lightsaber jokes and playful teases, but for now there's only appreciation and an eager apprehension beneath the thick layer of possessive needs, which take hold the moment he replaces her on top of him. A low groan escapes Velma, and her immediate instinct is to rock her heat against the underside of him, the fabric damp from her arousal at this point.

She straightens so that she's searching his face with her heady gaze, searching for something. Permission, or maybe guidance.]

I can't decide how I want to enjoy you next. [She admits, leaning in to taste his mouth again, dragging out the kiss before pulling back just enough to speak.] The ghost wasn't lying about me. I enjoy a cock in my mouth.

[forcemaster]

[Her words elicit a low hungry groan. He can barely keep it together as it is with the way she's grinding herself against him, her arousal so thick he can smell it. He's no idea where he wants her either, truthfully. All he knows is that he needs more. His cock pulses underneath her as he contemplates and envisions them all.]

Then, perhaps... we should start there. ['Start there' being the important part. He's no plans to leave it only at that.] We also need to get you out of those clothes. And shoes.

[thevelmster]

[That noise throws a shudder through her. She's making him lose himself like this, and it only serves to excite her further, to feed her confidence. She takes another kiss as she shifts her hips just so to push the head of his cock against her entrance, the thin fabric of her panties the only thing halting him.

Well that and the promise of a hot eager mouth probably. What's even more exciting? His cock will taste a little like her now too.]

Yes. On my knees? Or... Would you like something to occupy your mouth as well?

[He mentions her clothes and she glances down, first at her breasts and then at the rest of her, from the skirt riding high and no longer covering much to her thigh high socks and heels.]

Huh. You're quite correct. [A beat.] The heels are from home.

[forcemaster]

[He looks a little lost at her question. Just because he's had sex doesn't mean he's had much of it. Obi-Wan is hardly well-versed.] I think I like the sound of occupying my mouth?

[How that works, he's not entirely sure. But he'll follow her lead.] For home or not. I'd rather see them off you right now... although maybe the socks could stay? I quite like them.

[thevelmster]

Good. [She grins at his confusion. The fact that they're both learning from each other pleases her.] Lay back. Then use the Force to rotate me one hundred and eighty degrees.

[Her eyebrow lifts expectantly. Maybe it'll click what she has in mind now. Her expression does soften briefly regarding the matter of the shoes.]

Take them off. Just don't destroy them. [But the more devious smirk is back at the mention of the socks.] Then they stay.

[forcemaster]

[The gears are turning in Obi-Wan's head as he does as she instructs, lifting her in the air, discarding her shoes and all remaining clothing aside from her socks, and turning her around to settle back down on him. The sight right in front of his face leaves him momentarily stupified. He's has worked out her meaning.

First, both his hands reach toward her ass, holding each cheek and marvelling at the sight of her bared in front of him. Then he tugs her forward closer. He can smell her arousal like a slap across the face and can see how wet she is. It makes his dick strain, anticipating what's to come. He leans in to bury his face into her folds, tongue tentative and searching. He's never done this before so he's taking it slowly and gauging her reaction to each lick, focusing in quickly on her clit.]

[thevelmster]

[Velma is very much a woman where her theoretical experience far outweighs her practical, hands on efforts thus far, even thanks to Hell. This position, for example, is new to her, but it seemed like the best position for the current situation.

Unless he wanted to not really be able to touch her?

All things considered, she's pretty patient as he does his Force work, nails dragging down the length of his thighs before she grabs his hips to steady herself while he rids her of the unnecessary clothing. Even while suspended in the air, she uses her grip to pull herself down so she can hungrily drag her tongue over the head of his straining cock, groaning at the taste of him.

The moment he settles her body back atop him, however, Velma gets to work. A hand wraps around him and squeezes with a shudder of anticipation, the heat of his breath a tease before he buries his face between her thighs just as she wraps her own mouth around the head of him. She groans, but is determined to have her taste, tongue swirling before she pushes forward while arching her back and trying to encourage him further. It's all a bit overwhelming, but she's both eager and in dire need of him.]