Unification Part Deux

The boys were playing on the floor when Miriam and Obi-Wan came over. Aiden was intently creating a contraption to pick up toys off of the floor. Twice he had nearly finished and Lawson had toppled it to the floor. Now he was nearly finished again, and Lawson approached. “Go away, Lawson,” Aiden said, waving his hand at him.

“No!” Lawson crowed, and Acaciah seized him by the nape just in time to miss Aiden’s swing at him.

“That’s enough, Aiden, and we don’t mind trick our relatives, do you understand?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Aiden replied dutifully. “Works when Dad does it,” he muttered under his breath.

* We’re going to have our hands full, dear, are you sure you’re up to this? * Miriam teased Obi-Wan.

* I dealt with Anakin most of his childhood, I’m sure I can handle Anakin parts 2 and 3 for one evening!* Obi-Wan answered.

“Good,” Anakin said aloud to Obi’s unspoken remarks. “Acaciah and I are going to be out for a while.” He turned to the boys. “If you don’t obey Grandma and Grandpa Sakarté I won’t take you flying tomorrow, boys, understand?”

“Yes sir,” they both answered quickly. Lawson especially dreaded that punishment; it was his favorite thing in the world to fly. Miriam ruffled Lawson’s red waves. “I’m sure they’ll be fine, Daddy, you two go and have fun.”

***
Anakin took Acaciah to her favorite restaurant in Lachere, and then they departed for the hills of Taradaria. “And why did you bring me here, love?” Acaciah inquired as the Temple there came into view.

Anakin winked at her. “You’ll see,” he replied. They entered the Temple and Acaciah saw that he had already set up the altar. “I have something I want to give you here,” he said.

“I already have two of those!” Acaciah exclaimed, amused.

Anakin was reaching for the zipper of her dress, “But neither of them is an heiress, is he?”

“You can’t!” Acaciah exclaimed.

“Trust me,” Anakin assured her. They lie down on the altar and Anakin began to caress her up and down her spine; Acaciah sighed contentedly, rubbing against the muscular plain of his chest. They kissed deeply, tongues dueling, hands caressing, writhing against each other. Acaciah loved Anakin, her lips tracing the cleft in his chin, over the rise of his Adam’s apple, down to the hard bud of his nipple, finally down to the long length of his ready manhood. “Oh, love,” Anakin sighed as she pleasured him. “Come here darling,” he stopped her and they were face to face again.

Anakin’s hands slipped beneath her to cup her bottom and tease her sex; his lips wrapped around her nipple, wringing a passionate moan from Acaciah. “Mi amarr!” she gasped and Anakin pulled her on top of him. Acaciah crashed down on him eagerly, and he gave her a sultry look; he loved to watch his beloved’s passion. Acaciah tensed around him and he pushed her flat onto her back to wrap her legs around his waist. He stroked deeply inside her, her hips matching his thrust for thrust. Sweet tension coiled in Acaciah again and Anakin began to chant, commanding the Living Force to honor their union. Acaciah began to ache, the tension building inside her unbearable. Anakin’s lips seized hers and the tension melted into delicious waves of sweetness that enveloped them both. Finally their lips broke apart and Anakin smiled at her. “What shall we name our daughter, dear?”

Acaciah pushed the damp blond locks away from his face. “Danae Elizara Skywalker,” she answered confidently.

***

Joss walked into the house and laughed as he saw Liza buried amidst the tangle of little bodies. The littlest, Brant was trying to hold onto his territory on her lap as the others tumbled and pulled to try to knock him loose.

He swept into the melee and plucked Gabe and Connell off of Liza’s back, holding them aloft and tickling them with the Force. They giggled wildly and Goran and Micail were soon clamoring to be next. Joss looked down at Liza and smiled, full of love for his happy little family.

“We are going out tonight love,” he said as he set the twins down. They immediately jumped on their older brothers and the four of them began to wrestle around on the floor. Brant jumped out of his mama’s arms and joined in the fun as Joss pulled Liza to her feet, planting a soft kiss on her forehead.

“And who did you find to stay with these heathens?” Liza laughed, gesturing towards her sons, having a grand time rolling around on the floor with each other.

“None other than their second parents, Anakin and Acaciah. They said that it was high time that you and I had an evening out without five little bodies trailing after us.” Joss said with a wink. He leaned in closer to whisper in her ear. “Besides, I think it’s high time we worked on our daughter, don’t you think love?”

Liza laughed and nodded eagerly. She ran a hand over her frazzled hair and looked back up at Joss. “It’s going to take me forever to get ready!”

“You have an hour love, now go. I will watch the boys until you are done.” Joss shooed her down the hallway and lay down on the floor with his sons, rolling around with them and wearing them out so they wouldn’t be so rambunctious for the Skywalkers tonight.

***

Liza wa int into their room and found a large white box in the middle of their bed. She smiled and hurried over to open it. Inside was a stunning long red dress, barely enough material to call it a dress truth being told! She held it up and grinned, Joss had always managed to surprise her with his gifts and this one was no exception. It thrilled her to no end that he still found her as sexy and desirable as he had when they had first fallen in love, all those years and babies ago. Humming to herself, she went into the fresher and began to transform from wife and mother to lover.

She came out twenty minutes later wrapped in a large towel. She sat down in front of her vanity and began to brush her long blond hair. The remaining time passed quickly and exactly one hour later, Joss tapped softly at the door before pushing it open. He stared at her, his desire written all over his face.

Liza rose and laughed, coming over to him and placing her hand on his arm. “You did well love, it’s a beautiful dress.”

“It’s a rag compared to you love.” Joss returned, sweeping her into his arms and kissing her deeply.

* It usually helps old man if you actually leave the house to go out to dinner * Anakin’s wry voice filled Joss’ head and he broke away from his wife reluctantly. He hurried over to the closet and pulled on his dress clothing, the jacket a bit snug around the front after several years of non-use. He sighed and raked a hand through his hair, now liberally shot with gray hairs.

“Ready love?” Joss asked her as he came back over to wrap her stole around her shoulders. She smiled up at him and nodded and they left the room hand in hand. Acaciah was ensconced on the couch covered in small bodies as the boys clamored around to touch her rounded tummy. It gave several small little flutters and they oohed and ahhed as they touched and giggled. Anakin was sitting on the floor trying to figure out one of the games that Micail had brought to him. Joss laughed as he watched Anakin scratch his head before Micail reached over and with one deft twist, opened the game up. “Must mean we are getting old, eh old man?” Joss teased as Anakin shook his head.

“Speak for yourself, since you are two years older than me!” Anakin returned archly before turning his attention back to the game. Aiden sat on his lap and Goran wandered over to sit next to Micail. The four of them soon became quickly engrossed in the game. Connell and Gabe were sitting on the couch, their heads nodding sleepily. The nanny had just returned from putting Brant in bed and Joss reached for his sleepy sons, putting them gently into their beds. He returned quickly and escorted Liza out of the door, winking at Acaciah as they left. She smiled at him before turning her attention back to sleepy Lawson, tucked securely into a sleeping bag on the floor.

***

Joss pulled up in front of the Teahouse and Liza laughed. So many of their memories were tied up in this building! He jumped out and helped her out of the speeder. They went inside and straight up the stairs. Joss pushed open the door to their favorite room; the green tones warm and welcoming like an old friend.

"You made me very happy in this room many times love, how fitting that we work on conceiving our next child in here when the first two were made right in that bed over there!" Liza laughed as she peeked into the lush bedroom that was attached to the small sitting room. Joss nodded and led her into the larger room, holding out her chair as they sat down to eat.

Several hours later, after lingering over a glass of Medini wine, Joss reached for her hand, drawing her up against him. He pressed his face into her fragrant hair and ran his hands along her gentle curves. Liza sighed and wound her arms up around his neck, tilting her head up to receive his kiss. His large hands stripped the soft red silk from her body and he moved towards the large bed, setting her on it before stripping his own clothing off and joining her.

Liza ran her hands along his muscular chest, still strong and supple. She laughed delightedly as his nipples puckered and hardened under her touch. He ran his hands over the soft curve of her shoulder before cupping one heavy breast in his hand, hhumbhumb brushing the nipple taut. His other hand reached to cup the second one and he captured her lips in a steamy kiss as he played her body.

He slid her down to lay on the bed, sliding his larger one next to her, leisurely exploring her body, his hands knowledgeable about what she liked and what made her writhe in passion beneath him. He kissed her breasts, before moving lower, swirling his tongue in the depression of her navel. He traveled southward, capturing her tender pearl in his mouth and suckling gently.

Liza's hips rose to meet the thrusts of his tongue and she moaned loudly as the bliss began to sing in her body. She loved this man like no other, the magic he could create within her still stunned her even after all there years together.

He rose and moved back up her body, settling himself between her creamy thighs. He slid into her gently and she sighed with pleasure as he began to stroke her with long, deep movements. Her legs wrapped around him as he held her tightly, their mouths tightly enmeshed. Liza's nails danced along his back as he brought her over the edge again and again.

He began to move faster, his breath hot on her neck. "I love you," he breathed gently into her ear.

"Oh! Joss, Yes! I love you so much! Ah, Ah, Yes!" Liza screamed as they peaked together. Her arms wound around his neck and she pulled him close as he collapsed against her. "You make my life so much more than what it was without you." Liza whied aed as she pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek.

He raised his head and looked at her, his love shining deeply in his eyes, stronger now than when they had first become one. "You are the sun in my galaxy love and I would be nothing without you beside me, loving me" Joss whispered tenderly, cupping her cheek in his large hand. They both smiled and tears gathered in Liza's eyes as she felt the depth of his love for her.

"It's going to be a girl this time, can you feel it?" Joss whispered, rolling to his side and cupping his hand over her stomach. Liza nodded and threaded her fingers through his as they rested on her.

"With five older brothers, it will be a miracle if any boys manage to get near her!" Liza laughed softly and Joss joined her, his chest rumbling softly against her as they laughed together.

"What shall we name her?" Joss asked as he played with her fingers, running his larger ones over hers.

"Alyssandra Xannia Kadeen. How does that sound?" Liza asked after several moments of contemplation.

"Lyssa Kadeen, yes, I like it!" Joss said heartily, capturing her lips again and rolling her smaller body beneath his. They had all evening and he wasn't about to waste a moment of their precious alone time. He moved within her, bringing her over the edge several times before joining her, their voices mingling in the fragrant air as they were consumed by the fiery bliss of their love.

***

One year later…

The Skywalkers’ manor at Lachere was bustling, as they were planning a lavish party to celebrate the birth of their daughter, Danae, who was the next Heir of House Sakarté. Liza and Joss were over to help mind the children while Anakin and Acaciah made necessary arrangements. Their boys tore through the house, sparring with Aiden and Lawson.

“Where are Miriam and Obi-Wan?” Joss asked Acaciah as she and Liza herded the children in the kitchen for lunch.

“Papa’s teaching on Coruscant at the moment, but he’ll be here in time for the party,” Acaciah answered. “Mama’s over at Raven’s Keep, plotting something with Geraint and Janae.”

“As long as Geraint keeps his pants on we’ll be fine,” Anakin said. “Keep him out of the Corellian brandy.”

They chuc. “. “And how are your boys taking finally having a baby sister?” Acaciah said.

Liza cradled Lyssa proudly. “They’re protective, as they should be!”

“Oh, but all those brothers! The poor thing will never be able to date!” Acaciah exclaimed.

“That’s the general idea!” Joss laughed.

***

The Lords and Ladies of the various Fiona Houses were at Lachere, as the birth of an heiress was considered a momentous event, particularly since the House of Sakarté, which had always been powerful, had become emoremore so since the Skywalkers took control of it. Lord Sakarté, Anakin Skywalker, had called them together to discuss future events.

“Why are we congregated here, Lord Sakarté?” Etos Savros inquired. “Not that I ever mind of partaking of your hospitality, mind you,” he said jovially.

“We are here to discuss the future of the Jedi Order,” Anakin replied.

“No one here is in the Jedi Order,” Lady Aramatiea demurred. “Not any more, anyway.”

“All of the Fiona used to be in the Order,” Anakin replied. “It’s part of what kept the Force in balance. The Jedi can’t cope without the Fiona any longer.”

“The Jedi are all prudish monks,” Geraint sneered.

“Ah, but the thin veneer of respectability is slipping,” An’s e’s eyes gleamed. “You are all acquainted with my good friend, Prince Jossiah Kadeen of Shintel?” Heads nodded in assent. “Jace Solo brought this to him; Solo owns several bordellos and casinos on Coruscant.”

Anakin popped a holovid into the projector and the noble’s faces went from surprised to amused as they watched a very inebriated Master Mace Windu locked in a passionate embrace with Bariss Offee. The room erupted into laughter. Anakin cleared his throat, signally for quiet. “We are going into Coruscant soon to negotiate the terms of the New Jedi Order; I am inviting your graces to join us officially in that reformation.”

They sobered; Geraint and Janae rose first. “You have the support of the House of Ravenas.” They said together.

Etos and Najara joined them. “House Savros will join you as well.”

Lady Anolia rose. “As you all know, my husband is ill, but I am happy to send any scholars you may need in your efforts.”

Only Lady Aramatiea remained seated, shifting uncomfortably. “Alright, Skywalker, I’ll bite, but only because I want a look at those archives!”