Otherways: Making Amends (NC-17)

[master_obiwan]

He's in his room.

He's naked.

He's kneeling on his bed, arms raised above his head and chained to the ceiling.

Don't ask how he managed to get like that. He just did.

His eyes are downcast and the Sith is safely locked away really, really tightly.

Now, it's just a matter of time before she arrives.

When she does, she'll find all sorts of toys laid out for her to use.

And a trussed-up Obi-Wan.

Joy.

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[darksithsenator.livejournal.com]

Angry? What gave him that clue? And he'd tried to sugar coat it with 'I love you'. As if that would fix everything. Well, it wouldn't.

So, yes, bedroom door is opened and rightfully slammed shut with quite a bit of force. She's trying to remind herself that skewering him could be bad for her health but that just won't seem to stick in her mind.

When she does walk past the fountains and all of that and into the bedroom, she blinks at the scene before her. Right... we've got a very confused Sithly Senator now. Those brown eyes take in the whole display before her, her mind really soaking it in. Yep, her King had just made it clear to her that he was out of his gourd.

[master-obiwan.livejournal.com]

Out of his mind or not, he's still hanging there.

He doesn't look up, playing the proper submissive. He doesn't say anything, either.

It's quite clear that she is the one in charge here and only she can move things along...

[darksithsenator.livejournal.com]

She looks him over again not quite sure how in all of the Force he managed that... really, it doesn't even seem possible. But then again. Right...

She walks over to him and as her eyes look around the room and at the so-called toys, her nails rake down his chest. All because she feels like it and because at the moment she doesn't really give a damn.

He does realize that she could easily hurt him so badly he won't want to move, right?

[master-obiwan.livejournal.com]

Well, yeah. That's the point. She needs to get this out of her system, and it's the only way to get around Rules.

He hisses as she rakes his chest. Still, he says nothing.

[darksithsenator.livejournal.com]

How does he know doing this will get it out of her system? How the hell does he know it won't end in tears?! After all, she's pregnant and hormonal and his name is the one that made her cry. So how does he know this'll knock it out of her system?

And then she's suddenly not in front of him anymore. She's on the bed somewhere behind him. She's not saying a word. Normally there would be words, screams of anger... but she's probably all out of that... and now there's something feather light running down Kenobi's back and that sure as hell ain't her nails.

[master-obiwan.livejournal.com]

He shivers at that touch, but doesn't make any motions to look behind him.

He squeezes his eyes shut, bracing himself.

And if Padme wasn't up to this, all she had to do was untie him.

[darksithsenator.livejournal.com]

Yes, we're sure she knows that and we're sure if she does do that Obi-Wan will have a tearful Senator that won't be easy to console. But, unfortunately, she's... in a mood. Has been mood for a while now.

And whatever she has caresses along his back, almost like a lover's kiss, suddenly leaves his back before connecting. Whatever it is she's got has nice lovely studs or very tiny spikes to it.

[master-obiwan.livejournal.com]

He cries out in pain as whatever it is connects with his back. The sensation makes him arch away from her, his head snapping back.

That stung. Lots.

[darksithsenator.livejournal.com]

Yes, well, it's his own fault. He's allowing this after all. See... he should've known this was going to happen. And then its caressing his back again like a lover's touch... enough to leave skin shivering in its wake before it comes down harder but a bit lower.

Just remember Kenobi... you brought this on yourself.

[master-obiwan.livejournal.com]

He cries out again, straining against his bonds. He knos it'll do him no good, but it's human instinct.

He also knows he's brought this upon himself. That was the point.

[darksithsenator.livejournal.com]

Of course it is. And the Senator suddenly has herself concealed in the Force, meaning he can't feel where she's at. Nor does the caress of whatever she was using come. Yeah... that could be a bit worrisome.

Be scared Kenobi, very scared.

[master-obiwan.livejournal.com]

As she disappears from the Force he finally tries to look around. But he can't see her. She's either moving around or out of his line of sight.

Either way, he starts to feel a bit afraid. This may be bad, since she'll pick up on that.

[darksithsenator.livejournal.com]

And she suddenly jerks his head back. She can feel the fear, taste it. "What are you afraid of, Kenobi?" Yeah, those words might be a little harsh. No... a LOT harsh. Also, the hand that hadn't jerked his head back... the nails of it are raking quite painfully down his back leaving marks and even rivlets of blood.

[master-obiwan.livejournal.com]

He whimpers at the pain of her grip and of her nails. He knows that crying out would only make it worse.

"O-of you, my Mistress," he says meekly. "I'm afraid of you."

[darksithsenator.livejournal.com]

"As you should be."

Angry... who? Her? No, not at all. Though that voice is laced with so much pent up anger it's not funny. Yeah... Kenobi really did it this time. Really, he did.

And then she disappears from the Force again and those nails leave his back and then there's the quick snap of a whip as it slams into his back.

Yeah... someone's angry.

[master-obiwan.livejournal.com]

"Agh!" he cries out loudly again. It's bordering on an all-out scream. If this keeps up, she'll have him truly screaming before long.

Again, the pain makes him arch away from it, his head still back from when she yanked it. His eyes are squeezed shut and his face is contorted with pain.

[darksithsenator.livejournal.com]

She'd gag him but you know... she probably wants to hear him scream. After all, he broke down her mental barriers and made her feel pain. Oooh, that just makes her see red, well, that's a contradiction in a half but we get the picture.

Said whip slams down harder, enough to draw blood, those sharp nails following in the whip's wake.

[master-obiwan.livejournal.com]

And he feels skin rip on his body. One sharp point hits an open wound she made with her nails and takes a piece of him with it.

His cry of pain is wrenched out of him And his head drops. Tears stream down his face, but doesn't sob. He just tries to control the shaking of his body...

[darksithsenator.livejournal.com]

And that probably goes on for a bit too. Her taking her anger out on him, her bringing that whip down to connect against his back. Yeah... talk about lovely crisscross patterns along his back.

She doesn't have to see his eyes or him him sob to know he's crying. That only makes things worse because it's making it to where she wants to cry. To where she just wants to break down. And it's all because of him. She understands that he's got to achieve some semblance of balance before the kids are born but he doesn't realize what hell she's been through because he's not been there for her.

[master-obiwan.livejournal.com]

But this point, he is openly crying and screaming in pain. Each time the whip connects he feels it dig in just that little bit deeper, feels it hit just that bit harder.

If this is what she was feeling, then he was thrice-damned for disappearing on her. Through his sobs, the words "I'm sorry," are continually whispered, almost chant-like in the way he says them.

He's really, really sorry.

[darksithsenator.livejournal.com]

As he should be.

And she eventually just unchains him before laying out on the bed and curling up into a ball. She lays there in silence for what seems like forever before just breaking completely. She shuts her brown eyes as the tears just slide down her cheeks.

Yeah, now he can really see how messed up she was. How badly his being gone affected her.

[master-obiwan.livejournal.com]

He falls forward as his hands fall free. He's crying uncontrollably now, too.

After a moment, he manages to turn and drag himself to where Padme is. He just lays next to her on his stomach, one hand reaching out to grip a piece of her clothing.

And he's there, tears streaming down his face, hiccupping softly.

[darksithsenator.livejournal.com]

Where as his tears will stop hers more than likely won't. Not right away. Actually, might take a long while before hers does because its all the pain, anger... the fact that she felt, alone. Even though feeling alone shouldn't of bothered her. She'd been alone since before coming to the damnable Bar she shouldn't feel alone now. But she did. She'd allowed herself to get attached. Probably doesn't help that a version of her ex-husband is around either and the fact that she still loves him too.

Right... all these lines of thought just have her in more tears. She doesn't even say anything. Her throat feels too choked up as it is because of all the crying. She's never cried this much, not that she can think of anyways. And it just... she just doesn't know anymore.

[master-obiwan.livejournal.com]

And then he's being pretentious and moving up so he can pull her into his arms.

Forget that if she does hold onto him she'll be holding onto raw skin slick with blood.

[darksithsenator.livejournal.com]

And she just curls up in his arms. The tears don't stop though. "Don't ever do that. Not again. Please." The words come out sounding a bit choked up by her tears and her body is shaking. She's just... she can't handle it. Not right now.