The End Justifies the Means

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A Lesson Taught – A Lesson Learned

“Slyly, the devil smiles
in the face of coyness,
seduces deafly,
ravages greedily..”

Shawne Mikula


I lay on the cool marble floor staring sightlessly at the classical mosaic tiled ceiling high above me. I had stopped at 293,454 when my vision had rebelled and begun to blur. The desperate hobby of counting the tiles making up the colorful scene of some Nubian legend had long since lost its bewitching allure. Maybe tomorrow I could watch paint dry to spice things up, I thought with heavy sarcasm.

It was a losing battle trying not to steal longing glances at the rapidly darkening patch of sky still visible over the tops of the overgrown bushes just outside the large window. It only served to remind me that the picnic Padmé and I had planned was not going to happen. A damn shame really, since I’d actually talked her into wearing that same dress she’d worn on the only other picnic we’d ever been on.

Thoughts of replaying the seduction in the meadow, this time without that annoying running away part, had been abandoned reluctantly. I sighed heavily; making sure the figure in front of the HoloNet heard me. But if she did, she simply ignored me. No surprise there. After all, I’d made the same noise about once every ten minutes for the past two hours with little to no effect.

I wiggled my stiffening left arm that was folded beneath the back of my head like a makeshift pillow. My hand had all but healed thanks to the bacta spray and a oft used Jedi healing technique but it still ached a bit. With a yawn of pure boredom, I stretched my legs up to their full length and rested them irreverently against polished stone. Carefully I place my feet flat against the wall looking for all the universe like I was propping the wall up, as if I alone were responsible from keeping it from collapsing in on itself.

Yet another sigh blew past my annoyance pursed lips. I’d already levitated everything it was possible to in the room - twice. Though, when I’d gone to do the same with Padmé’s chair, with her still in it, I had been forbidden to float anything else while she was visible to other people on the other side of the screen.

“Spoilsport.” I muttered again under my breath.

My eyes traced a golden vein in the one of the marble slabs for a moment and then I turned my attention to the room I’d been imprisoned in since midday. It was a circular room with a grand domed ceiling and shadowed recesses ringed the edges. Once upon a time they’d held statuary or perhaps pieces of art nestled atop graceful marble stands but the niche’s had long since been stripped of any thing of value or fragility. Without their glorious pieces of exhibition they looked empty and forlorn. When the retreat had ceased to be private property and had been turned over to the government of Naboo, the gracefully proportioned had had been converted into a communications center of sorts, though it was rather primitive by Coruscant standards.

Even on holiday the Nubian officials who used the villa were not allowed complete solitude. Padmé, of course, was no exception. In fact, I suspected that she was likely the worst offender when it came to making the choice between relaxing and trying to the the universe.

I had quickly discovered that the only way Padmé could salve her conscious about taking time off when the galaxy had just entered a war was if she were able to spend a few hours in communications with various senators on Coruscant. I had lost the argument. My protestations that it was only four more days away from her duties had fallen on deaf ears. As usual, she’d been impossibly stubborn and in the end she’d won a concession. With great reluctance I’d agreed to give her up for two hours every afternoon.

I resented every second that took her from my side. Just that day at lunch we had come to the unhappy decision that I would have to depart Naboo the day after the next in order to avoid the censure of the Council and my Master. We had already pressed the issue longer than was entirely safe.

Looking over at where Padmé was conversing animatedly with some faceless senator a wave of sadness swept through me and I squeezed my eyes shut. Force knew how long it would be before she could come back to Coruscant. And even then there was no guarantee I would be there. From my less than comfortable place sprawled on the floor I listened to the exchange with growing irritation. It was our second day at the retreat, the second day of being man and wife, and Padmé had long since gone past the allotted two hours she’d promised me. In fact it was going on four.

I cracked one eye open to find Padmé frowning at me in exasperated disapproval at the undignified picture I presented. Something I hardly thought fair when it was her fault we’d been there for so long. Before I could stop myself I actually crossed my eyes at her. A choked back laugh was my reward. Then she turned once again to the screen.

“There is one last person I need to speak with, Anakin. Then we can leave.” Padmé said with a distracted air.

“Too late for our picnic now.” I grumbled to myself, a sullen to mto my mouth. “Just wait till I get her back to the room though.” And for awhile that kept my mind completely and happily occupied.


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“Senator Amidala…” The man’s voice hesitated and then grew warmer, less formal and more intimate. “Padmé, are you all right?”

The use of her first name jarred me from my decadent day dreams and I sat up quickly to see who was being so familiar with my wife.

“Besides the war, you mean?” Padmé’s voice chided, attempting to distract the handsome man whose face radiated concern all the way from Coruscant.

I barely knew Senator Organa but Obi Wan was acquainted with him.

“You look…you don’t look yourself. I’ve heard about your ordeal on Geonosis from Master Kenobi.” Below the cam’s line of vision, Padmé’s hands balled, bunching the material of her gown in quiet agitation at the mention of the Jedi Master. It still upset her to think that Obi Wan thought ill of her. My behavior the night before hadn’t helped the situation either.

Good, I thought with a grim smile.

“That was almost two weeks ago. In his kindness, Master Kenobi has exaggerated a bit.” She said quickly and very unconvincingly. Her poise was deserting her fast.

The Senator from Alderaan was quiet for a moment.

“My dear, I’m surprised at you. Jedi Kenobi is hardly one for exaggeration. After such a harrowing time you need to take a moment, step back and gather your strength.” Bail continued with concern lacing his voice. “You don’t have to push yourself so hard, you know. It’s not up to you alone to save the galaxy.”

Though that last sentiment was one with which I heartedly agreed with, I didn’t like the way Padmé’s voice suddenly gentled in response. It lost that cool formalness with which she’d conducted all her earlier net meetings. It told me that there was affection and friendship between the two of them.

“Thank you for your concern, Bail, but I have sufficiently recovered. I am just a little tired today.” Her head turned slightly te sie side for the merest of seconds. She shot me a veiled glance of teasing accusation before turning back to give her full attention to the Alderaani without missing a beat. “You will have to speak with Senator P’faeli. I spent almost two hours trying to convince him that the Jedi are not in league with Count Dooku. He was quite adamant.”

Bail sighed in commiseration. “I’m well aware of that particular Bothan’s misguided beliefs, believe me. I’m only sorry that he took up so much of your time.”

“We do what we must.”

Bail chuckled and then looked off screen a second as if listening to someone across the room. “Of course.” He murmured and then shifted his gaze back to his fellow senator. “I understand that Master Kenobi’s apprentice is still on Naboo?”

Once again, Padmé’s body language betrayed her. She wastenstense I was sure she would snap at any moment.

“Yes, I believe he’s a recuperating at a private residence at the invitation of the queen. I hear he is doing well and they say he should be able to head back to Coruscant in two days time.”

She was babbling a bit as she tended to do when she got nervous. Politics rarely had that affect on her and I was sure Bail knew her well enough to know she was acting a bit odd.

Gods, if she jumped like that every time someone mentioned Obi Wan we were in trouble. Maybe my spur of the moment plan hadn’t been as clever as I had supposed?

On the night after our wedding, I’d misled her deliberately. I used the recent incident with that aristocratic fool back on the Coruscant’s Pride to play on her apprehension and fears. I hadn’t meant to - exactly. When I reached out and touched her shoulder and she’d whispered Obi Wan’s name, I knew why. All her natural distaste for anything but the truth meant that her earlier conversation with the Jedi Master had been on her mind. Not only had she lied to my Master but to Master Windu as well. And it weighed heavily on her conscious that she’d had my medical report falsified by a medical technician who no longer even remembered the encounter thanks to me.

Padmé hadn’t known that while still onboard the ship, I’d had a glimpse of the encounter through our bond. But I had been far too preoccupied with seeking out ways to rendezvous with her behind my Master’s back to give it much thought or weight. He hadn’t counted on that.

Of course I wasn’t happy about it but I knew why he did it. Obi Wan was a flirt and Force knows I hadn enn enough of it in the ten years of being his apprentice. The little hand kissing incident in the hallway had occurred for two reasons. The first was simply that it was how Obi Wan was. I had heard enough gossip and second hand information over the years to know that Qui Gon Jinn had been notorious for his liaisons. Clearly Obi Wan had learned at the feet of the Master, as I had learned at his. It wasn’t something they actually taught but something you picked up by example. Attachment was forbidden but celibacy was not.

No, it was the second reason behind his flirtatious gallantry that annoyed and irritated me to no end, though Padmé was under the impression that it infuriated me, and I’d been only to happy to foster that belief the previous evening. My Master was really rather clever and if he had played out his little experiment on someone else, I would have admired his strategy and methods.

Obi Wan had long known of my feelings for Padmé because I had been too naïve and inexperienced to hide them from him for a good many years. Discretion doesn’t really occur to a young boy. On far too many missions, I’d spoken of her too often in his presence, prattling on with adoration and youthful longings, not realizingt evt every word I uttered was filed away to be used against me at a future date should the occasion demand it. Mired in tradition and useless protocol, Obi Wan was very strict when it came to enforcing the code of the Jedi. And even though I’d toned my obsession down in later years, I hadn’t been able to keep my enthusiasm to myself when we were assigned to protect the senator.

By performing his charade, Obi Wan had hoped to provoke me into betraying the depths to which our relationship had taken root. He had known I would find out about his flirtation and that it would get under my skin. The suspicions raised on Geonosis had been only temporarily allayed and he was testing me, knowing that I would find out about his game with the senator. If I had rushed to find him or had treated him coldly at any point prior to our leaving for Naboo, I would’ve been yanked from the assignment and every effort would’ve been taken to make sure I never was alone with Padmé again. But he’d failed and I had won. It had taken every boring and painful lesson learned under his tutelage but I had refrained from reacting to the possessive jealousy his action had inspired. Besides, after Benor, Obi Wan stood little chance of shaking me so much that I lost control.

{As always you are lovely no matter the circumstances}

It was when I’d accidentally gotten access to the full blown memory of Obi Wan kissing Padmé’s hand and using that honeyed tone he practiced on his conquests that it had all come together.

So when Padmé had unknowingly given away his game, I had the sudden inspiration to let her believe I saw Obi Wan as a potential romantic threat. It all came back to control. The incident with Benor had been a good start but my Master was the last straw on the nerf’s back. I trusted Padmé as much as I trusted any one person but you can never be too cautious.

The slave quarters I had grown up in had been rife with infidelity and indiscretions. I remembered all too well the angry shouts and frightened pleas ringing in the air. Privacy was unheard of in those cramped alleyways and even the thick walls of our hovel could not keep the raised voices completelybay.bay. The more serious altercations had ended in maiming or, more often than not, in the violent death of one or both of the participants.

The fault never lay on just one side, even as a little boy I had known that. However, I had seen the pain and anguish and the bloody deaths, and I was determined that neither myself nor Padmé would ever fall into that trap. How better to insure this than letting her labor under the impression that I fbetrbetrayed by my Master?

It also served another purpose, one that was far more important. It blocked off another avenue to which she could turn in the future. Just the thought of my wife seeking my Master for assistance instead of turning to me, her husband, was distasteful. Why that should be when he was the closest thing to a father I’d ehad had wasn’t clear to me, it was just an instinct that had to be followed.

I didn’t want her looking at Obi Wan like some shining example of the Jedi Knighthood. I was going to be the greatest Jedi ever, even Chancellor Palpatine believed that. He was a wise man and was doing his best to save the Republic. And I had high hopes that he could eliminate much of the bureaucratic quagmire that had taken hold in the government. Such an important figure believed in me and, after all, I was The Chosen One.

Sullenly, I turned my attention back to the tail end of the conversation. Padmé was once again the cool and in control politician. I came to my feet, being careful to keep out of the line of sight.

It was only then, as I stood listening to the overly solicitous senator, that I finally started to appreciate the difficulties we would face. Our time would rarely be our own. Every moment would be doled out as stingily as a Hutt gives out kind words. Appreciation for Padmé’s warnings that even married, duty would have to come before all else finally struck their intended target. The melancholy thought fled though, as the farewells dragged on and on.

Sith! Would their conversation never come to an end?

I rolled my eyes in irritation and shifted from side to side impatiently. Senators as a whole seemed genetically incapable of just saying a simple goodbye. Instead there were seemingly endless rules of protocol and etiquette that had to be followed and carried out before both parties could safely cease transmission. I’d never known that the fates of so many worlds depended on such ridiculous and complicated rules of formality and antiquated traditions. In watching the diplomatic dance before me, I could’ve easily been excused from thinking that entire systems would spontaneously combust if their representative failed to bow when they should’ve curtsied or wished their fellow senator many happy returns instead of complimenting the health of their family.

Then just when I thought I couldn’t take another trite statement, the transmission was over. The room fell quiet, truly quiet for the first time since we’d entered it. I crossed my arms over my chest in mute annoyance. I wasn’t going to make this easy for her. She’d promised to keep it to two hours and on her first day had failed miserably.

Padmé stood and stretched like one of those sleek Corellian cats that were prized by feline aficionados' throughout the galaxy. My irritation ebbed slightly as I admired the sight of her supple body on display.

I liked to watch Padmé’s every moment - day and night. My attentiveness still unnerved her but not as much as it once had and even less so since she finally came around to my way of thinking. My avid eyes followed her everywhere. I loved to watch her attend to her glorious cascade of hair, laugh with the retreat staff as if they were family, I even liked to watch her pick out the clothes she planned to wear. I was fascinated with they way she walked, the way she ate with delicate little nibbles, the way she sipped her wine. I would wake up earlier on purpose so I could mentally trace every line of her face, every curve of her body, and memorize her scent – though it was already firmly imbedded in my psyche. And after my eyes were satisfied, my hands would follow.

The weight of my gaze sent the now familiar ripple through her body. Anticipation, excitement, apprehension. They were all rolled into an explosive package that I craved. She turned, smiling uncertainly at my forbidding stance, her expression both apologetic and resolved. Duty first, her eyes said as she slowly made her way over to where I was leaning against the wall. You now, said the sway of her hips.

I waited until she was standing right in front of me in that dress that made her look like a faerie princess.

“Two hours, Padmé. You promised me.” I hated the petulance in my voice but couldn’t seem to keep it.
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“I’m sorry, Anakin. It could not be helped.” She smiled prettily, trying out her feminine wiles to entice me out of my sullen mood.

It was working.

Padmé pressed forward and I had little will to stop myself from taking her in my arms. My resolve to make her work for my mood improvement was melting away at a swift rate. I could feel the hard lines of my face soften as she came up to place tiny kisses on my neck, working her way up to where my mouth ached for hers. I slid my hands around her waist, remembering when I’d done that the first time she’d worn that dress

“I will make it up to you.” Padmé’s words whispered along my jaw. The seductive tone shivered downwards, swirling jolts of electricity in my gut. All types of possibilities raced through my fertile imagination. Did she realize what door she had just opened for me? Probably not. But the offer was on the table and I had no intention of letting it sit there to die a ly dey death.

I pulled back so I could look into those incredible eyes. The pure light of trust and love sparked back at me. Once, she had fought me with all the weapons at her disposal but now she was with me to the end. It was us against the rest of the galaxy and at that moment in time, I thought she would stand by my side no matter what. Only fools have such confidence but I would learn that much too late.

“Make it up to me?” I smiled crookedly down at her long enough for her to entertain the idea that I was up to something.

In one sudden motion, I lifted her off her feet and twirled us both into the closest recessed alcove. Padmé’s light-hearted laugh of surprise echoed off the hewn slate as I backed us up to the far wall. But instead of pressing her to the cool surface as she clearly expected, I placed my own back to the rough stone. Within the circle of my arms, Padmé looked up at me, a knowing smile twitching the corners of her mouth. She raised herself up on the tips of her toes, offering her parted lips in a kiss. I stopped her just centimeters from completing the intimate contact. Surprise shadowed her eyes.

“How are you going to make it up to me?” I murmured, my gaze roving hungrily over her upturned face. I was fascinated with every nuance, every subtle shift in her expression. I loved the way her eyebrow quirked at my seemingly obtuse question, the way her eyes lit up with a mischievous glint, and the way she wrinkled her nose in growing puzzlement. I had given an unexpected response in a situation she’d come to think of as predictable.

My control needed to be reasserted and it was long past time for another lesson to be taught. The craving for her was growing and had been since she’s first sat down at the HoloNet screen and slipped back into her role of politician – forgetting about me.

I slid my awkward metal hand up to cradle the back of her head, the brown curls spidering themselves around my false fingers, giving me a handhold to keep her face gently tilted to mine.

“If I asked you to do something, Padmé, something to please me as I pleased you last night, would you?” I queried in a satiny tone that crackled with underlying heat. My free hand came up to caress the side of her face with slow, feather-light strokes while I planted lingering kisses at her temple.

Padmé’s breathe hitched in her throat at the silky promise woven into my words, and then quickened under the intensity of my gaze. Beneath the touch of my calloused palm against her creamy flesh she trembled delicately. The hands that had been pressed against the wall of my chest suddenly fisted, twisting the material of my cloak in a grip of h. h. As always her reaction to the intimate unknown pleased me. I hoped she never grew so blasé that I couldn’t shake her with my casually brazen attitude towards sex. After a long moment in which she tried to gather her shaken composure, Padmé swallowed hard and lifted her eyes up to meet mine.

Heat coiled in the pit of my stomach like a serpent readying to strike and my pulse leapt in my throat, pounding a staccato beat that sounded out my want and need for all of Naboo to hear. Brown eyes heavy with desire gazed back at me; the raw sensuality shining there sent a tremor through me despite my efforts to remain somewhat detached and objective. My entire body clenched with savage excitement and my stomach muscles spasmed violently.

A pent up breath released itself and then Padmé finally answered me in a hesitant but determined voice. “I want to please you too.”

I couldn’t help the wicked smile of carnal anticipation that spread across my face and every muscle in my body tensed like an animal set to pounce. I could feel the telling tremor of anticipation, the thrill of trepidation that shook her slender frame. She was so tiny, seemingly fragile and delicate, but there was dura steel beneath that misleading exterior. Many a political opponent had found that fact out far too late and had suffered career assassination because they’d underestimated her. Padmé had made some powerful allies in her short career as senator but she’d also made some equally powerful enemies.

The touch of her lips on mine broke that frightening train of thought and brought me out of my reverie. A groan escaped me. I couldn’t ignore the gift presented so enticingly. Padmé gasped when without warning, I captured her lower lip, sucking the sweetness into my mouth, nibbling on the softness hungrily.

She moaned against my mouth, her lips parting eagerly, allowing me to slip inside where I most wanted to be. I ran my tongue along every surface, every crevice, stoking the fire, imagining the delights to come. Her scent filled my senses, her flavor struck me anew. She tasted of the rich red wine she’d had with lunch at my urging and the shurra fruit she loved so much.

She tasted of home, of love. Soon she would taste of me.

As the kissed deepened further, her hands released their fierce hold on my clothing and slid to twine around my neck, pulling our bodies closer yet. At my side, a bent knee glided upwards, the inside of her raised thigh rubbing against the outside of my leg in slow, rhythmic invitation. I doubted she was aware of her seductive actions. She was following her body’s instincts without conscious thought. The dormant passion that I’d successfully tapped into triggered responses too long suppressed. Padmé was like a raging river released as the wall that dammed her crumbled - and it was all for me.

A whimper of protest rose when I finally forced myself to break away. Our ragged breathing filled the air around us. My flesh and blood hand cupped the side of Padmé’s face to keep it steady tra traced the curve of her jaw line with my lips, forging a path to the shell of her ear. My tongue flicked along the delicate whorls and her fingers tightened their tangled hold in my hair, nails digging into my scalp reflexively. On the heels of the hot breath that pulled another shiver of desire from her, I whispered what she could do to please me.

We both pulled back - I to see her reaction and she to stare back, uncertainty written across her lovely fa Twi Twin spots of bright color burned her cheeks. Padmé drew her lower lip in, worrying it with the edge of her teeth. Desire surged faster still through my veins. I found her girlish shyness refreshingly endearing, enchanting even. No jaded tastes warped her; no disappointments in love had disillusioned her and turned her cynical and hard. Padmé was like a blank canvas just waiting for me to practice the artistry of lovemaking; just waiting for my brush strokes to bring her to life. I fully intended to cast a sensual spell so powerful she’d never be able to break free from it - for the simple fact that she would be physically incapable of doing so. I wanted to be the air she breathed, her sustenance, her comfort, her only refuge. It was only fair for that was what she was to me.

The possessive streak she brought out in me sang loudly in my head. I leaned in once more, nuzzling my roughened cheek against her face, inhaling her scent and warming the planes of her face with my lips and harsh, jagged breath.

“Do you know what that is?” I murmured into her perfumed hair, my mouth slipping down to press gentle, drugging kisses against her closed eyes, her cheeks and her brow. Briefly, I rested my forehead against hers as our bodies strived to get much needed oxygen to our taxed lungs. Luminous brown eyes stared back at me. I ran the tip of my tongue over her kiss swollen bottom lip and was rewarded with a helpless, inartite ste sound that was music to my ears.

“Do you?” I persisted, insinuation warming my words.

“Yes.” She exhaled the positive answer with obvious reluctance and not a little bit of embarrassment. Padmé displayed a virginal reaction of bewildered distaste for the act I had whispered to her and I was resolved to change that situation. I could feel the curiosity that lurked beneath the surface of her maidenly reluctance. My pulses leapt. We were half way there already.

My lips moved over hers once more for a kiss that was barely there. Delicate brush strokes against her lush, ripe mouth. Mingled breath and dewy skin slid together in a slow, sensual ancient dance.

“I thought you might.” I murmured huskily. “You’re handmaidens told you?” I could only imagine the girlish gossip that had gone on between the girl-child set apart from the rest of her world and the handmaidens chosen to be her liaisons. Set aside like some antique glass doll that couldn’t be played with less she break into pieces.

“Sabé, she was the oldest. I did not believe her until Eritaé confirmed it was true.” She whispered as I dragged my tongue down the slope of her arched neck, partaking of her honeyed taste. “But, Anakin, I have never…”

My head snapped up and I met her startled eyes with a fierceness that hardened the contours of my face.

“I should hope not.” I growled with a proprietary set to my jaw. But the glint of teasing humor dancing in my eyes belied my jealous words.

My expression softened once more and I smothered the acknowledging smile that came to her with a quick kiss. The pad of my thumb danced over her cheekbone, gliding over the silky smooth skin. Gods, she was perfect. It was as if she’d been made just for me - and I for her.

“I’ll guide you, teach you.” I rasped low in my throat. I moved to her neck once more, gently scraping my teeth down to the hollow of her throat. “But for now, show me what you do know. Show me, Padmé. Show me and please me.” Each command was punctuated with a flick of my tongue over the rapidly beating pulse that fluttered wildly beneath my lips.

//Will you do this for me, milady?//

There was no stiffening of her body at the invasive use of the Force thought. Triumph rolled through me like a churning thundercloud. With a low growl, I drew the tender flesh in with a hard suck, using my teeth and tongue to wring a sharp cry of pleasure from her. I smiled at the ‘Oh, gods’ that came spilling past her lips on a whimper.

Grudgingly, I released the area now marked with my brand and lifted my gaze back up. Padmé’s eyes were half closed, her pupils dilated with arousal and her breath was coming in short, jerky pulls. I relished the sexual power I held over her body and mind as if it were the most valuable of jewels.

“Will you take me in your beautiful mouth and lick me with that sweet, little tongue?” The sound of my voice, the meaning of my words brought the fierce color rushing back to her face. Even still, despite her unease of the unknown, the worry over the untried, she couldn’t drag her eyes away from mine.

//Yes//

The word echoed in my head over and over. Spirals of excitement at the successful conquest tingled along every extremity. The implication of her using our bond without either verbal or silent protest sent my heart singing. That particular battle for which I had campaigned so long and hard was over. Victory was mine. But I had very little time to savor my prize.

Under the web of enchantment, Padmé’s arms slinked down from where they were wound about my neck. Her small hands traced the hard lines of my shoulder and then came to rest flat against my chest once more. She took a tiny step back and regarded me with the aloofness she was famous for, hidiehinehind the façade that had served to mask her discomfort and unease from the likes of senators, Jedi Master’s and, at one point, me. I supposed she had used it with the Chancellor himself.

Padmé’s voice was hoarse with nervous emotion. “Take off your cloak.”

My eyes narrowed automatically at the order. It reminded me uncomfortably of the humiliating audience with Queen Jamilla when we’d first arrived on Naboo. The embarrassment at being treated like a child in front of those I sought to impress still burned in my memory; the taste of the perceived degradation still bitter in my mouth. But one look at the uncertainty flickering in the chocolate depths of Padmé’s eyes as I remained unmoving was my downfall. Resolutely, I shook off the memory. I’d indulge her in this, I decided, and reached to do as she commanded – as only she could command me.

The rough material pooled at my feet and I gave it an impatient kick, sending it sailing out into the communications room without a glance to spare. All I was cognizant of was Padmé’s attentive hands as they separated the layers of Jedi clothing before slipping inside to skim over the overheated flesh beneath. She drew apart the material, a sound of pleasured arousal coming from me as she ran her hands from my navel to my collarbone. I loved it when she touched me like that. Hungry, sensual, shy. The evidence of my enjoyment was threatening to ruin the whole erotic exercise if I didn’t keep up my concentration.

My renewed effort at containing my excitement was severely taxed however when Padmé fixed her passion clouded eyes onto mine and then raked her freshly manicured nails down my chest as she sank to her knees before me.

Breathing was suddenly impossible. My heart turned over in my chest and my stomach dipped. Seeing her in such a position of submissiveness was incomparably decadent like a supplicant before her heathen master.

I watched with rapt attention as the utility belt slung around my waist briefly halted her progress. Padmé’s hands trembled with nerves yet it didn’t take her long to find and release the clasp. The belt fell with a heavy clunk at my feet. With absolutely no regard for my lightsaber, the weapon that was my life, I kicked the belt in the general direction of the robe. The loud crack of my weapon against the hard marble floor barely registered. I had about two seconds in which to wonder how I was going to explain yet another damaged lightsaber to Obi Wan - and then he was the last thing I wanted to think about as I felt the first tugging at the ties of my pants.

The last lacing gave way with a quick yank just as I thought I was about to scream in frustration. The sides of my pants were slowly pushed away to allow my semi-erect member to spring free. Padmé stilled, a look of discomfort and trepidation crossing her face. For a moment I thought she might change her mind. After all, if she was intimidated now, she would be beside herself with apprehension in a few minutes. I caressed the top of her head gently, drawing her attention away from the twitching organ before her.

“Stroke me. Explore me.” I said encouragingly, keeping my voice low and hypnotic. But even I could hear the strain coloring my tone. It was costing me a great deal to exert the required amount of attention to control the urges of my body. Beads of moisture coalesced on my forehead and upper lip.

Force, this slow torturous pace was going to kill me.

I watched in wry amusement as Padmé took in a deep breath and then resolutely squared her shoulders as if she were going out onto the Senate floor for a particularly difficult session. Warm hands contacted with the taut skin of my thighs and my hips jerked slightly of their own volition, sending my leggings down to my ankles. It was my turn to flush at the undignified sight I presented. Both of my reactions fascinated her and an impish smile curved her lips.

“I wonder what the servants would think if they saw the Chosen One with his pants down to the floor and Senator Amidala on her knees?” Awkwardness momentarily forgotten, her voice was laced with amusement at being able to throw my words back at me. I gritted my teeth and was about to retort when Padmé finally closed her hand around my throbbing length and began to run her fingers along the shaft with a deliberately light touch.

I gasped at the sensations washing over me. My head fell back against the wall and I welcomed the solid support it provided me. This was different than all the other times with those galaxy weary club women and their rapacious mouths. It was different because now this was with Padmé.

“I imagine they’d say ‘What a lucky bastard’.” I finally ground out breathlessly as Padmé’s grip tightened and began to stroke me at a slightly faster pacexquixquisite colors exploded behind my eyelids. I thanked the powers that be I was a Jedi, for without the Force to help me, I was positive I would have erupted just from the touch of her hand alone.

My hand closed over hers to guide her further. I showed her how to apply the right amount of pressure, when to squeeze, when to be firm, how to set the pace. I taught her how to touch every part of me and even discovered some new ones through her trial and errors. Through it all Padmé followed my lead, watching my body’s reaction to her inexperienced ministrations with awe and growing confidence. Finally, it was too much and I knew it had to be very soon. Even control by Force had its limitations.

I bit my tongue as she rubbed the tip back and forth with her thumb, her grip at the base tightening in pleasure-pain. I groaned her name and at the sound she looked up at me with dark, sultry eyes and a small smile of womanly satisfaction.

“I need your mouth on me. I want to be inside you.” I said in a long drawn-out hiss. I didn’t like the desperation that sounded in my voice. Everything I did with Padmé brought that hungry, out of control animal to the surface. I struggled to regulate the lust thrumming in every cell, every fiber of my being.

As I stared down at her with burning eyes, Padmé suddenly stopped the stroking sweeps of her hand and looked away, ducking her head shyly for a second. Uncertainty hung about her like a shroud.

“I don’t think I can do what you want with you watching me like that.” She whispered softly, unease at my blatant hungry gaze momentarily wrestling control away from the passionate fug she’d succumbed to.

I bit back a harsh bark of humorless laughter. “Padmé, I want to watch you. And I want you to watch me while you suck me down.”

My finger outlined her lips as they parted in a kind of stunned embarrassment. “I want to watch these lips take me in.” My finger slipped inside her mouth to brush her tongue which automatically swirled around the calloused provorovocatively. “I want to watch your tongue as you taste a man for the first time.”

Padmé shuddered with need and she choked back a strangled moan. Instantly, I imagined the wet heat seeping from her core, the ju dam dampening her thighs, all in preparation for me. The heavy waves of her arousal rolled through the Force where they bashed against the walls of my skull and pulsated down to my groin. She closed her eyes for a brief second as she tried to assimilate everything, to apply logic and reason to the overpowering sensations racking her body and mind.

I gripped the mass of curls at the back of her head.

“Kee ayu mon t’elet, Padmé. Cor sur niatt en’ay lor yu mit’ae.”

At my feet, Padmé whispered my name in a voice raw with reciprocated lust. After the barest moment of hesitation, she leaned forward and touched the swollen crown with her lips, rubbing them there experimentally. Seconds later the sensation of her warm rasping tongue against the overly sensitized skin sucked the air from my lungs. My mouth went as dry as the Junta Wastelands and a wave of blissful dizziness drizzled in my head. Everything in my body felt heavy and thick, edgy and hot.

“Suck me, Padmé. Use those sweet lips.” I ordered, my voice dripping with primal desire.

One of Padmé’s hands smoothed its way up my thigh and around to grasp one clenched cheek. Brown, limpid eyes, full of drowsy sensuality, revealed themselves to me as she lifted her thick, sooty lashes up to meet my gaze. The hand wrapped around my aching shaft slid down to the base, and with a sigh of complete surrender, she took in the head, surrounding me with the hot moistness of her welcoming mouth.

“Did Sabé tell you about this? Did she tell you what to do with your tongue and teeth?” I groaned thickly as my hips jerked forward. Even with the white-hot heat breaking over my body, I still delighted in forcing a blush from her. She wouldn’t admit it but she liked the things I said to her, the things I whispered in her head, things a lady like her wasn’t supposed to hear.

Besides the heat suffusing her face, the only response I received was the intoxicating feel of Padmé sliding down my hard length. With no experience other than some highly suspect and very likely exaggerated tales from her loyal servants, she only managed to make it halfway before she slid back up. I expected her to release me from the heaven of her mouth but she merely stopped at the engorged head long enough to swirl her tongue along the weeping tip before sinking back down to engulf me. And all the while, just as I’d told her to, Padmé’s gaze remained glued to mine.

The combination of those trusting doe-like eyes looking up at me while she inexpertly sucked and licked at my most intimate part sent what little blood that had somehow managed to remain elsewhere straight to my increasingly rigid staff.

I mem memorized by the way her untutored mouth managed to do more for me than any of those women of experience I’d shared time with in the past. On her knees at my feet, Padmé was worshiping me with her mouth, with her soft hands and those fathomless eyes. I felt like a god come to life.

Words tumbled from me in a chant, a litany of discombobulated grunts and moans as I taught her all the things I wanted her to know. Under my tutelage I showed her how to relax her throat muscles so she could take me all in, and all the intimate touches and tricks that heightened my pleasure and allowed her to discover her own power. This was one area in which I didn’t care if she held the upper hand.

“Harder…gods… suck me harder.” I begged almost incoherently.

Immediately, she did as I requested. Her cheeks hollowed with each strong pull and the delicious pressure began to boil over. My hand tightened its grip in her thick hair as my hips began to roll forward in a gentle rhythm accompanied by the bobbing of her head as she sheathed me again and again. Unbelievably, the head of my cock was hitting the back of her throat when I felt myself tighten and pulse as the pressure threatened to spill over. With a jerk, I pulled her head away before I was too tempted to find release where I was being engulfed so passionately, so utterly wantonly.

Padmé fell back on her heels, her chest heaving with exertion.

I slid down the wall, wincing as the roughened surface reopened the still raw scratches from the night before. My long legs folded underneath me, my knees forced Padmé to slip back onto her behind, her arms stretched behind, her hands splayed on the floor for balance.

“Why did you stop?” She asked between staggered, gasping breaths.

I never answered. Instead, I surged forward, pushing Padmé to her back as I fumbled with the yards of material that comprised her cumbersome skirt. Two desperate hands joined mine, half shoving, half pushing the skirt out of our way. The air was filled with our labored breathing, my impatient curses and the sound of rustling fabric.

Behind me, Padmé tried to kick her shoes off but I stilled her efforts abruptly. I looked into her eyes, my face twithwith the ancient instinct to mate.

“Leave them on. Dig them into my side when I make you come.”

Padmé’s head fell back and she rasped my name in a strangled voice. I thought she hissed a ‘yes’ but was too intent on smoothing my hands up her shapely legs to take much note. As I reached the apex of her thighs I discovered a surprise. She wasn’t wearing anythbenebeneath her dress but the silk stockings that ended mid-thigh. Instantly I imagined the feel off silk rubbing against my flesh as I plunged deep inside her, rocking into her until she screamed.

I raised my head to find her furiously trying to undo the hidden side clasps holding her bodice together. Her hands were shaking so much she’d only managed three. I slid up the smooth skin of her inner thigh, finding them just as slippery with her juices as I’d imagined they would be. With one last flourish, I threw the last bit of skirt up to expose the cradle of her womanhood and growled at the sight.

“Nothing underneath? Was this for me?” I asked hoarsely.

I dipped one finger down a slick fold while my other hand stopped her from fiddling with the clasps at her side.

“There isn’t going to be time for that. This is going to be fast and hard.”

I was on her before she could draw another breath. My hands weren’t careful as they grasped her hips and thrust in to her with one long stroke. I grunted as I slid my aching length into her wet passage to be squeezed by hot, tight walls that collapsed around me, conforming to my shape and girth.

The first thrust ripped a loud cry of pleasure from between her lips and it ricocheted around the high ceiling only to be chased by the moans and desperate words of utter abandonment. Padmé repeated my name, interspersed with unintelligible mewling cries in a keening chant.

Around my waist, Padmé gripped me with her thighs, the heels of her shoes rubbing promisingly against my straining backside. The force of our coupling scooted us across the floor where we rutted like wild animals. Nothing else was on our minds but releasing the throbbing ache deep inside our bodies.

It didn’t take long, just as I’d promised. Padmé bucked hard beneath me and dug her sharp heels into my flesh as she came in hard waves.e pae pain I had asked for pulled me over the edge and then I was tumbling down, coming in pulsing bursts, streaming my essence into her waiting warmth. The convulsing walls squeezed me again and again, drawing out my every drop. Finally, with one last burst of hot seed, I collapsed on top of her quaking body, completely and blissfully spent.

The strength it took to lift my head to whisper in her ear was worth every painful tug.

“Tonight, milady, you can show me again how much you’ve learned. And this time”, I reached to trace her trembling lips, “I won’t pull away.”

My mouth then covered hers, crushing her reddened lips beneath mine possessively as I drank her last breath down.


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