Title: Riding the Storm

Author: Leiasky

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Q/F

Archive: If you choose. Please tell me first.

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Summary: PWP. Pointless smut. QG is caught in a dangerous storm, with only the heat of a woman's body to warm him.

Disclaimer: They belong to George. I'll give them back when I'm done playing with them 'K? No money is made. If you'd like proof, look at my bank account.

Thanks to my friends for their constant nagging to finally finish something after *months*

The wind whipped wet strands of hair into his face, and the rain pelted damp cheeks, stinging like miniature knives as they struck his skin. It was difficult to stand, the fierce wind nearly pushing the large man over. He could barely see his outstretched hand, the wind blowing the rain sideways against his body. The young woman beside him, crouched low, face buried in his chest, trying to take what protection she could from the large man beside her.

Their transport had been grounded by the unexpected torrential storm and the accommodations he had been given were currently under water from their proximity to the coast.

"We have to get as far away from the Ocean as possible!" He cried over the howling winds.

"There are shelters set up for weather like this all over the city. We just need to find one!" She cried over the howling wind. "Just a little farther!"

"As high as possible or the wave crests will flood whatever underground safety we can find!" He gripped her tightly to keep the wind from knocking her off her feet.

"They are built beneath every home within the city! " Lani shook her head as rivulets of water cascaded down her tanned face.

The streets were dark, the storm having knocked out power as well as emergency generators within the city proper. The only light with which to see were the flashes of lightening thundering with loud clasps across the darkened sky.

They were soaked through, their clothing clinging to their bodies. He wrapped her protectively in his cloak, attempting to save her from the stinging droplets pelting their skin.

"Luckily we'd been on the outskirts of the city when our transport went down," She breathed, rushing out of his embrace and around to the outside of a structure looking for the entrance to the underground haven.

Fingers fumbled with the locking mechanism until a snap-hiss was heard from behind her and the lock clattered to the ground, severed by the powerful energy of the Jedi Master's lightsaber.

Eyes flashed. "Why didn't you use that before?"

"The blade shorts out with extended exposure to water." He explained calmly as he pulled the double doors open and stepped into the darkness.

"The storm season is two cycles early." She stepped in behind him, wiping at her face with the back of a frozen hand.

Handing her the saber, he reached for one of the bars to secure the door. Once accomplished, he took the blade from her shaking fingers. She rushed toward the logs piled in one corner of the room and worked quickly, throwing the dried bark into the makeshift firepit.

"I hope my mother was not caught in this ." She shivered, rubbing cold hands together in a vain effort to regain circulation in the small digits.

"Surely she would not be out in this weather?" The Jedi stripped off his cloak and draped it near the low crackling fire. Large fingers moved swiftly to remove his belt and sopping tunics. She didn't notice him drape the tunics and sashes next to his cloak on the ground.

Lani placed several more logs on the fire before speaking. "She was visiting my sister and she lives half a world away. She may not have checked the weather patterns before seeing my mother to the transport."

Qui-Gon nodded. "Is there any way to reach her?"

She breathed heavily, teeth chattering ."No."

"All transports have been grounded for the duration of the storm," he began to unfasten his boots.

"I just hope the transport didn't get caught in the storm." She heard the snap and click of his boot fastenings in the back of her mind but continued to stoke the fire until she was certain the logs would burn to their end.

"They would have turned around at the first sign of trouble."

"Ours didn't." She mumbled beneath her breath.

She could feel large hands on her shoulders, turning her around. "You must get out of these clothes. You will catch a death of a cold."

Her eyes widened as she came nose to breastbone with his bare chest. His skin was warm, radiating a heat that made her body tremble.

The building shook and creaked loudly with the wind, causing a look of concern to cross the Jedi's handsome features. "Is this structure strong enough to withstand the winds?"

"All the buildings within the city are made to withstand the nastiest water storms," She trembled, teeth chattering.

"You need to get those clothes off, dear."

"I know," She started, realizing what she must look like to the Jedi: long hair matted to her back, strands stuck to her cheeks. Sopping wet dress, sheer to begin with but leaving nothing to the imagination now.

They looked around the dust-filled room, searching for anything that might provide additional warmth. Spotting several thin blankets in the corner, and several robes that looked like they would fit, Lani began shaking the dust out of them and settled next to the fire.

He turned his back, allowing her to peel off the wet dress and drop it into an untidy pile on the floor. The Jedi's heart raced as her body cast flickering shadows along the dark walls. He busied himself with his own clothing, spreading it in the best way to ensure fast drying, but his gaze kept returning to the flickering shadows.

Suddenly, a gust of wind rocked the structure knocking Lani off balance. Quickly, she reached for the thin robe and pulled it over her shoulders just as Qui-Gon reached to steady her.

"There should be food, more clothing and wood stored around here somewhere." She breathed, for the first time noticing the robe hanging loosely around her body. She gasped and fastened the tie tightly around her waist. "It's never been this bad." She murmured.

She offered him a blanket and he took it with a grateful nod, draping it around his shoulders . The bare-chested Jedi Master leaned over her, damp hair brushing her cheek. "Let me do this, go wrap yourself in one of the blankets."

"The robe will do," came the quick retort. She eyed his trousers suspiciously. "You are the one who is still wearing wet clothing."

"Would you prefer I remove my pants?" He grinned, eyes twinkling in the firelight.

"To keep yourself from catching a chill, yes, That is what I would suggest."

"My pants are nearly dry thanks to the lightweight material. The tunics and cloak took the brunt of the water."

She nodded and busied herself with arranging the blankets to calm her nerves. She could feel him settle beside her, when he was finished with the fire, and tilted her head.

"We would do better combining our body heat," He suggested, flames dancing in his transparent blue gaze. "It's quite cold, regardless of the fire."

She eyed him cautiously, ready to disagree until a sharp chill raced down her hand and she nodded.

He opened his arms and she leaned into them, planting her back firmly against his bare chest. Wrapping his arms tightly around her, the combined warmth of both blankets and body heat comforted them. She shivered slightly from the close contact. His body was hot, abnormally hot as thick muscles flexed around her.

His steady breathing lulled her into a restless sleep as the winds howled wildly above them.

Dark eyes snapped open as the walls around them shook from the force of the wind. Inadvertently, she pressed herself into the relative safety of his warm embrace, burying her face in the crook of his arm.

"Does it usually go all night?" The soft voice boomed in her ear. Hot breath tickled the hair on her neck and she trembled.

"The worst ones, yes." She whispered softly, wincing as the wood above them groaned and strained beneath nature's onslaught.

"We are safer here than we would have been above ground," Came the soft, comforting voice. She arched her neck and turned to look into his face. The flames flickered off the tanned skin, casting shadows across the well-defined brow and crooked nose.

"I know," She mouthed, catching heavily lidded eyes with her own and searching the azure depths.

A large hand brushed across her cheek, saber callused fingertips causing tremors to race down her spine. "I think we'll be fine here."

Lani closed her eyes and leaned into the gentle touch. "I hope so." Slowly, she rolled over so that she was facing him, her lips pressed against his neck. This position was more intimate, a fact that neither could deny. Hesitantly, she pressed a kiss to the tightly corded muscle and was rewarded with a shifting of the hard body beside her.

"Moanalani," he struggled to keep his voice calm, but brushed the side of her cheek with the back of his hand. "What does that mean?"

"Beautiful Ocean." She whispered, slowly pressing gentle kisses along the long column of his neck before reaching his whiskered chin.

"Very fitting," He murmured, plunging a hand into her ebony masses and tilting her head until her mouth was mere inches from his own. "Intoxicating black eyes, olive skin, and the most fascinating kissable lips I've ever seen."

She grinned slightly and whispered, "Then what are you waiting for?"

Permission granted, he took her bottom lip between his own and began to suck gently.

She molded herself into his arms, breathing deeply, her lips parting like a flower for his probing tongue.

Large hands plunged into her hair, pulling her closer, intensifying the kiss. A small sound escaped from the depths of her throat as thin lips trailed the line of her chin, nibbling gently. Prickly whiskers rubbing against the sensitive skin of her neck sent little needle-like tremors straight down her spine.

"Qui-Gon," She whispered, sliding her hands into his silver specked locks.

With a groan, he answered her call and lifted his lips from where they lovingly tasted the soft skin of her neck.

No words were spoken between them as dark eyes met light. Simply a mutual understanding that this night was for them, for comfort, for companionship. Lani nodded slowly and opened her legs, allowing him to settle against them before capturing her lips beneath his once again.

They were breathless when they parted, Lani brushed tentative fingers across the large expanse of his chest as Qui-Gon settled his body intimately against her.

She could feel his arousal beneath the damp fabric of his pants and she shuddered, knowing that it would be hers, if only for this one night. She sighed with growing anticipation. The basement doors lurched and shuddered in the darkness, startling the couple. Suddenly they flew open, the crossbar that held them closed, snapping like a twig.

Lani screamed and immediately covered her face with the blanket as wind and rain pelted them from every direction.

"Stay down!" The Jedi Master leapt to his feet, searching for another bar to hold the flailing doors shut.

"In the corner!" Lani yelled over the howling winds.

Qui-Gon nodded, searching the darkness until his fingers grasped another bar. He struggled for several minutes against the wind, using the Force to steady his footing. The calm center of the storm passed over them, enabling the Jedi Master to securely fasten the doors.

Shaking soaked hair out of his eyes, Qui-Gon turned toward where he had left Lani, securely wrapped in a blanket to keep dry. The fire had been doused and he stretched out with his senses to find her. "Lani?" he called and she answered.

"Here." Her voice trembled and he could sense and see the movement of the blanket dropping to her shoulders. She embraced him tightly, grateful that he was unharmed. "You are soaked." She shuddered.

"It's all right. I'll be fine." He murmured as he leaned against the far wall, momentarily exhausted.

Lani shook her head and pressed a soft kiss to a chilled cheek. "Take them off."

Their eyes met in the darkness as he relaxed against the wall, allowing her to reach for the fastenings of his pants. The earlier arousal had disappeared in the wake of the unwelcome surprise, but her warm, gentle touch on his cold skin began to warm him unlike the raging fire ever could.

She tossed the soaking trousers toward where the smoldering fire and wrapped the shaking Jedi in the blanket. She covered his body with her own, struggling to warm the skin quickly before he caught cold. "We'll re-build the fire when you have warmed."

"I concur," His teeth chattered and he coughed to cover it.

She chuckled, lips moving slightly against his neck. "I think I can accelerate the warming process." Lani pressed her slender body against his, warming him, heating his skin unlike the blanket ever could.

"Lani," He whispered as she pressed gentle kisses along the thick column of his neck and into his whiskered chin.

"Yes?" She grinned, sliding a smooth thigh across his abdomen and straddling him. She continued to nibble along his jaw line before he plunged large hands into her hair and tugged her lips toward his. His mouth enveloped her lips, wet, hot, demanding, coaxing reactions from her body that she'd not believed were there.

She resisted his desire to roll her onto her back and tugged her head away from his luxurious mouth. "I must warm you." She pressed a finger to his lips, trailing the tip around each thin line to make her point.

"I'm quite warm Moanalani." He murmured, hips shifting in an effort to slide her down his body.

"Lani, Qui-Gon," She smiled warmly before flattening her breasts against his abdomen and twisting her legs around muscles that flexed with anticipation.

She trailed a line of moist, wet heat down his rippling stomach, the muscles fluttering with each kiss. His arousal, revived by her ministrations, pressed against her breasts, hard and ready.

She teased with her lips, biting and nipping at the inside of each thigh, carefully avoiding the straining erection the begged for her attention. Slim hands rubbed his chest, tugging at firmly erect nipples before being enveloped by a large hand and brought to his mouth. He wrapped his lips around her finger and began to suck at the lone digit, raspy tongue laving the skin like a miniature cock.

Hips arched when she grasped the base of his cock and held it away from where it curled sharply against his stomach.

"Lani," He breathed, moments before she bent to lave at the tip of the mushroomed head in the same pattern in which he sucked at her finger. Neck arched and eyes closed tightly as her lips closed around his length. Skilled hands worked with wet, hot lips as they worked their way up and down his massive erection.

"No. Lani. Wait." Breath came in huge gasps, drawing her attention away from the pulsing organ.

"Come for me." Was the soft reply, hands gently working the stiff length from base to tip.

"Not. This. Way." He struggled to grasp her hands, gain some kind of advantage. "Want. To. Taste. You."

"Not this time, Jedi." She straddled his hips, resting her palms against his chest, digging her nails into the skin ever so slightly.

"Gods kitten, please," He begged and she bent to lick the salty skin between his breastbone.

"Meow." She whispered as she settled atop him, taking the stiff rod inch by tantalizingly slow inch within her.

Heat. Moist. Wet. Tight. He groaned, hands flying to her waist.

All rational thought and words vanished as she rose and fell atop him, plunging his thickness deep into her shuddering body.

Hands shoved aside the thin robe, cupping her breasts, delicately rolling a stiff nipple between trembling fingers.

She leaned over and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips and with a grunt, he pulled her into a possessive embrace and rolled her beneath him. Hips continued to arch sharply against her thighs, driving him deeper with every long, powerful thrust. The rhythm never stalled, never broke, as he covered her face with short, quick kisses. A long finger snaked between them to brush against her hidden bundle, causing a long moan to slip from between tightly clenched lips.

Rain pounded against the ceiling, winds howled and swirled meters away as they engaged in a ritual as old as time itself. The torrent above them caused him to ride her hard, matching the rhythm of the pounding rain.

"Ahh, ahh" Came a shuddering groan as his thrusts slowed, became short, quick, powerful strokes.

"Qui. Gon." She breathed, fingers tightly grasping his shaking arms. She teetered on the edge for what seemed like an eternity as his thrusts quickened, shortened, and his murmurs became breathless whispers.

The blankets wrapped around them fell away as he leaned over her, arching sharply, hitting the very spot his hand had been rubbing moments before. She screamed, meeting each thrust, hips arching, shuddering beneath him. Eyes closed tightly and she bit her lips to keep from crying out. Fingers laced into his hair and tugged sharply with each driving thrust.

"Gods!" he groaned and with one last thrust spent himself within her tight heat. Thrusts and their intensity slowed, until he collapsed at her side, breathing heavily.

She cupped his cheek, bringing his lips to hers, and kissed him gently, softly.

Wordlessly, he buried his face into her neck, murmuring soft words against the damp skin. Hair wet with the efforts of their loving, she brushed the silver locks away and cupped his cheek.

While the storm continued to rage above them, their exhaustion lulled them into a deep and comforting slumber.

END