Southern Fried Sith

TITLE: Southern Fried Sith
AUTHOR: Schmootika
SUMMARY: The southern girls continue to wreak havoc in the GFFA.
RATING: R and at times NC-17
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything in the Star Wars universe, nor do I make any money from this or any of my stories. If I did own it, I would have a naked Sith Lord in my bed and would not be writing this story.

Chapter II


“Separate quarters?” Bonnie hollered at Obi-wan as she threw her hands up. “Are you outta yer fuckin’ mind?” She paced around her room like a caged animal. Of all the rules and restrictions being a part of the rebellion had bestowed upon her, this one griped her ass the most.

“I must keep up appearances.” Obi-wan grabbed her shoulders and turned her to face him. “That does not mean that we will not visit each other.” He kissed her forehead and she relaxed, slightly.

“This is horse shit! You know that. Damnit!” Bonnie spat out as she shoved her hands under his cloak and placed them on his waist. “If the Jedi are so fuckin’ hung up on attachments then why do most of ya’ll have them?”

He chuckled and drew her in closer, nuzzling against the top of her head. “There are just some things we must do. Don’t fight me on this one, ma’am.”

Bonnie laughed and rested her head on his chest. “Ok. You win this one, but tonight, you stay in my room.” The punctuated her comment with grabbing a handful of his ass and squeezing.

Obi-wan’s eyes lit up and that mischievous grin came one his face. “Yes ma’am.” Looking at the door to her room, he nodded his head and it whooshed shut. Placing his hand on her cheek, he leaned down and placed a sweet, soft kiss on her lips. Bonnie, who still had a grip on his ass, pulled him to her and deepened their kiss, their tongues stroking and rubbing against each other’s.

Running her hands up his body, she pushed his cloak off and started fiddling with his belt. Their lips still firmly attached, he pulled open her coat and tossed it across the room. Stepping back, she finally got the belt off and it fell to the floor with a thud. Pressing against him, Bonnie walked him over to the bed and he plopped down with a leer on his face. She sat down on his lap and pulled her shirt off, her breasts bounced into his sight and he moaned as he ran his hand over them. Leaning in, he traced circles around her nipples with his tongue and she groaned, pressing her body closer to his mouth. He paused to give the same attention to the other one before raising his head and kissing her, this time harder and full of passion.

Leaning back from him, she giggled and ran a fingertip over his kiss-reddened lips. “You sure got a purdy mouth.”

Cocking an eyebrow at her, he chuckled. “For some reason I think I should be disturbed by that comment.”

Throwing her head back, Bonnie laughed loudly. “Naw baby. The only reason to be disturbed is if you hear banjos.”

Moving her hands down his chest, she parted his tunic and pushed it over his shoulders. Obi-wan closed his eyes and sighed contentedly when he felt her fingers traveling across his chest. Leaning in, Bonnie placed hot wet kisses down his neck to his small, hardened nipples, smiling when he gasped as she caught one between her teeth. She wiggled in his lap and looked back into his eyes, licking her lips. “Ya wanna get nekkid?”

“Yes ma’am, I do.”

Bonnie slid off his lap and tugged his boots off before standing and doing the same. She slowly slithered out of her form fitting uniform pants and stood before him with her hands on her hips. Her eyes lit up when she saw him turn to her wearing nothing except a sexy grin. “Well, ain’t that a purdy sight,” she purred as she sauntered over to him.

Bonnie fell against his chest and ran her hands up his back. He tilted her face up to his and kissed her hard, pressing his already hard member against her as he pulled her body close to his. Bonnie allowed him to move her over to the bed and they fell onto it, their kiss unbroken. Wiggling under him, Bonnie grabbed his hips and wrapped her legs around his waist. Obi-wan groaned as he felt her scoot down the bed and position herself so her lips caressed his hardness.

Bonnie sighed as he kissed down her neck and she gasped when he bit down on her shoulder and thrust his hips forward. Groans and muffled screams filled the room as they went at a blistering pace. Obi-wan pulled harshly on her hair and captured her mouth in a kiss as she cried out. He soon followed her, burying his head against her neck as he tried to keep his own moans muffled.

He rose up on his elbows and looked down on her, their pants and wide grins evident of the experience they just shared. “I am not sure if I can stay with you all night. You may cause the whole base to wake up.”

Bonnie laughed and pulled him down to her, kissing him sweetly. “Well baby, maybe you need to gag me.” She winked at him as the idea sunk into his head.

Obi-wan chuckled. “I will do as you wish, ma’am.”

Renee threw her clothes off and slid into the big empty bed. Snuggling against a pillow, she noticed that it no longer held Vader’s scent and she shook her head as she pulled the covers up. She missed him terribly and her mind swirled around blue eyes and muscled thighs as she drifted off to sleep.

*Hello belle.* The thought came to her and her mind opened up fully. She felt as though she was in a dream and yet it did not feel like one, it was surreal.

*Hello darlin’,* she sent back as the fog started to clear. She saw herself standing in a white room with Vader just a meter in front of her, holding out his arms to her.

Running over to him, she hugged him tightly. It felt so damned real. She could feel his battle hardened body under his tunic and she smiled as she snuggled against his chest.

*It is real. There are many things I can do through the Force.* He smiled down at her and threaded his hands in her long blonde hair.

Renee giggled. *I remember.* She looked up into his blue eyes and sighed. *I miss you.*

*I know. I will be back in two days so for now we will have to be content with this.* He leaned down and pressed his lips against hers. A shiver ran down her spine as she felt his Force signature enveloping her. Her body arched on her bed as she leaned in to him in her vision. Trailing his lips down her jaw to her neck, he pulled her thin gown off her shoulders. As it slipped from her body it disappeared, leaving her naked and more than willing.

Renee closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation of his lips and tongue dancing across her pulse point. When she opened her eyes back up, she saw his vision had changed and he was clad only in a pair of thin black pants. Stepping back from her, he grinned widely and ran his tongue over his lips as he let his hands roam across her body.

*I knew you would like these,* he pathed as he looked into her dark blue eyes.

Renee rolled her eyes and bit her lower lip as she tucked her thumbs into the waistband and slowly slipped her hands inside. *This is really what I wanted to see.* She pulled his pants down and grinned at him. Vader mocked surprised but that quickly faded as he drew her close to him, kissing her with unbridled passion. Their kisses were hard and hungry, like their very souls were as entwined as their tongues.

Pulling her down with him, they tumbled together as a sensual need rose to urgency in both of them. Vader bit down on her neck and Renee gasped as she threaded her fingers in his hair. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she tugged his head up so she could gaze into his eyes. No words were needed this time and Vader grabbed a hold of her hip as he brushed a stand of hair from her eyes with his other hand. He sank slowly into her and she moaned as she felt not only him entering her but his Force penetrating her mind as well. He looked like a dark and delicious vision, his mouth partly open, his eyes dark with passion, and his grunts echoing each powerful thrust of his hips.

Renee groaned as she felt her climax overtake her. Vader looked down at her, watching her face contort as the intense pleasure overwhelmed her. The sight of her writhing against him and the feeling of her orgasm rippling over their Force bond drove him over the edge and he called out her name as he shuddered inside her.

Catching his breath, Vader placed sweet kisses along her neck up to her lips. *Sweet dreams my belle.*

Renee rolled over and her eyes popped open. Stretching out, she could still feel him, it was as if he was hugging her tightly. “My sweet Sith,” she murmured as she snuggled against a pillow and fell back asleep.

Jango crept along the corridors of the Imperial palace, ducking in and out of the shadows. He knew his intelligence reports were correct but for the life of him, he could not figure out why the Emperor would want to keep this particular girl hostage. It was bad enough that he had to go to the lower levels to seek her out, but Vader would not be pleased when he found out who took her.

Shrugging his shoulders, he made his way down the winding stairs and clung close to the wall as he searched for the cell that held Cindy. Looking though the small slit in the door of the last cell in this hallway, he saw her, strapped down to a table, naked and weeping. Fiddling with the electronic lock pick on his belt, he expertly opened the lock and walked in.

Cindy’s head turned away from him and she shut her eyes tightly. She feared it was Palpatine returning to have his way with her once again.

“Cindy?” he asked as he stopped close to the table and removed his helmet. Her eyes flew open when she heard his voice. She held her breath and looked at him. The tears flowed freely from her eyes when she realized he was here to save her.

“Oh fuck! I am so happy to see you.” She cried as he moved to unlock the shackles from her wrists and ankles. Cindy threw her arms around him and kissed all over his face. Distracted at trying to calm her down, Jango did not hear the troopers enter the room.

“What are you doing?” The trooper asked, his blaster raised.

“I am taking her to the Emperor,” Jango responded as she winked at Cindy and slid his helmet back on. He picked her up in his arms and started for the door but the troopers did not move.

“You have no authorization to take her. I will have to call ops and get clearance,” the trooper snorted out as he raised his hand to his helmet hitting the comm link.

Jango sat Cindy down and drew his blaster. “That’s not necessary trooper.”

Cindy crawled under the table and began to cry once again. She knew that she was not going to leave after all.

Shots were fired and Cindy screamed as she saw both troopers lying on the floor. She heard a large group of troopers clanging down the hall and Jango called to her. “I will come back for you.”

Jango barely escaped, taking a hidden passage and crawling through the exhaust system to the relative safety of the streets. He jumped into his ship and took off. It would be a few days before he would contact Vader. He wanted the turmoil at the palace to settle down and maybe try again to rescue Cindy.