A Vacation ... Where?

Anakin looked down at her. “You know it’s not fair to … ask questions when you’re … going to distract someone like that … right?”

“I’m sorry, I must have missed the part where I was supposed to play fair,” she grinned.

His response was abruptly cut off when she took all of him in her mouth. As she noticed him nearing the brink, she paused, and withdrew. An involuntary whimper escaped him, and she chuckled.

“You know, that’s way past ‘not fair’, and right on into ‘torturous’, right?” he mumbled.

“Yes,” she answered sweetly.

He fisted a hand into her hair stood, bringing her to her feet with him.

“One might say,” he growled as he backed her into the corner, “that reciprocation is in order.”

Her eyes widened at his tone, but her reply was merely inquisitive. “Oh?”

He stepped right against her as they hit the wall. “Yes.” She noticed that the sapphire was mostly gone from his eyes, replaced by glowing amber and coal black. “In fact,” he continued as he dropped to his knees, “one might say you’ve kicked the proverbial sleeping dragon.”

She looked down at him, but said nothing. A wicked-looking smirk crossed his face as one hand snaked around her left thigh and lifted her leg up and over his shoulder. The other trailed behind her and cupped her ass, angling her toward him. Her eyebrows shot up as she could swear she saw a serpentine tongue emerge from his mouth and delicately glide over her clit. Her knee threatened to buckle, and one hand shot out to brace her against the wall.

He stopped for a second. “Problem?”

“No,” she managed through gritted teeth.

“Good.” The tongue snaked back and lightly caressed her folds. She wobbled.

“Holy shit,” she whispered. She felt him penetrate her, felt her slick wetness virtually cascading down her thighs. A pure, unadulterated scream of pleasure escaped her as she threw her head back and arched more fully against him.

He paused for a moment. “Look at me,” he commanded tersely.

She glanced down.

“No. _Watch_ me.”

She ran her fingers through his hair and nodded wordlessly. She watched his tongue dart in and out, back and forth, and soon found herself unable to pull her eyes away. Four times he brought her screaming to the brink, only to pull back, grin wickedly, and pause to lap at the clear liquid continually running down her thighs.

The fifth time he pulled away, she grabbed his hair and yanked his head back. “If you do that to me again, I will call on every trick I’ve ever learned to make sure you regret it,” she said with a smile.

“Are you threatening me?” he asked in a suddenly menacing voice.

The smile melted away. “Are you serious?”

“Answer me!’ he bellowed. “Are you threatening me?”

“Ohh … I see. It’s ‘Time to Be Vader’. Got it.” She grinned and leaned over seductively. “Yeah. Are you gonna … punish me?” She winked at him.

He pushed her leg off his shoulder and stood. Wrapping his hand in her hair, he yanked her in close. “No one threatens me. _No_ one. You’re not special; don’t act like you’re entitled to special privileges.”

Danielle slapped him. Hard. “Don’t get all high and mighty with me because you can’t handle a little teasing. This was all going fine until _you_ decided you didn’t like how it was going, and now here we are at each other’s throats. Christ, maybe sometime on this vacation you can go to some goddamn anger management classes.” She put both hands on his defined pecs and shoved him backward.

He grabbed her arms as he staggered backward and they both fell on the desk.

“What did you do that for?” he yelled.

“Because you’re being a dick!” she shouted right back at him. “What the fuck is your problem?”

He snarled and grabbed her arms, trying to throw her off the desk. She wrapped her legs around his as he did, and they both went crashing to the floor, along with the few things on top of the desk. Danielle extricated herself from the tangle of limbs and the mess of papers, stood, and stepped back away from him.

He sat up and stared at her balefully. She folded her arms across her chest and said nothing.

Tense seconds passed as they regarded each other. Finally, the blue slowly bled back into his eyes. “I … look, sometimes ….”

“If you’re going to give me some kind of lame line about ‘I can’t control myself,’ you may want to reconsider that. No one _makes_ you act that way.”

He stood and took a hesitant step toward her. “I ….”

After watching him for a long moment, she closed the distance between them. “I’d like to pick up where we left off, if you’re not going to go all berserk on me again.”

He nodded slowly.

She ran a finger across his cheek. “I like you commanding and rough … but I don’t like you as an asshole, okay? You have a lot to learn about give-and-take.”

His eyes darkened for a second, and then he nodded. “So … I believe I owed you one?”

“Or five,” she grinned.

He swept her up and walked back toward the wall as she wrapped her legs around his waist. They hit the wall hard and he thrust into her at the same time.

She hooked an arm around his neck and ran her other hand through his hair, while his hands seemed to be everywhere at once. She arched her back, pressing her breasts into his questing hands as he picked up the pace. As they neared climax, he gripped her shoulders and she mirrored his grasp, nails cutting into the delicate flesh near his shoulder blades. He kissed her hard as he came, their cries mingling as she reached her climax immediately afterward.

They slid down the wall and collapsed in a heap on the floor.

“You’re bleeding,” she remarked.

He looked down. “I’m sure it’ll go away.”

She moved closer, eyed him for a second, then bent and licked away a stray drop. He blinked.

“Now that was novel.”

“Sorry, it’s just something I get the urge to do now and then.”

He grinned. “How do I get on that list?”

She rolled her eyes. “I knew you were going to say something like that.”

He laughed. “Well, I have to make up for the unpredictability somehow.”

She swatted playfully at him. “No, you don’t. Unpredictability is a nice thing.”

A moment of silence passed, and then he scooted next to her, put his arm around her waist, and kissed her gently. “So, was this a one-shot deal?”

She thought for a moment. “Maybe. I’m not going to promise anything. And you can’t do anything out in the open because you’ll get court-martialed, and so will I.”

“I’m not going to stay in the military the full four years, you know. I have things to take care of.”

“Back home.”

“Well … yes.”

“Maybe it would be better if it was a one-shot deal, then. If you’re going to leave.”

“I’m not leaving tomorrow or anything.”

“How are you going to get out of the military early?”

“I have my ways.”

She decided not to press the matter. “How long are you staying?”

“Dunno. Haven’t decided yet.”

“We have a field op coming up in a couple of weeks.”

“What’s that mean?”

“Nighttime, camouflage, patrolling. Stuff like that.”

“Sounds entertaining. I like all this military stuff, anyway.”

“Have you even fired a real gun before?”

“Guns are _so_ uncivilized.”

She thought it best not to tell him how much he sounded like Obi-Wan at that point. “Well, we don’t have lightsabers, and you can’t really take one to the field – you’ll be laughed out of the officers’ corps.”

“Guess I’ll have to learn.”

“I’m thinking about going out shooting tomorrow; want to come?”

“I thought we couldn’t hang out.”

“I guess I should reiterate that. My parents have a house and some land down here, and I’m staying there while I’m stationed here. My shooting range is my backyard.”

“Ahh. I see.”

She stood and held a hand out to him. He took it and rose. Danielle looked him up and down and sniggered.

“What’s so funny?”

At that she outright laughed. “The combination of dress blue coat and Vader boxers is priceless. I’d give my right arm for a camera right now.”

He mock-glared. “Yeah, yeah, everyone’s a comedian.”

She pinched his cheek. “You’re so cute when you’re trying to be fierce.”

His jaw dropped. She laughed and started collecting her stuff from around the room. He settled into the leather chair.

“There’s nothing sexier than watching a woman get dressed,” he commented.

She nodded and smiled. “Want to help me button my blouse?”

He swore and shook his head. “Hell no. You can do that yourself.”

As she finished buttoning her coat, she turned to him. “If you’re gonna get dressed, I’ll wait for you.”

“Okay. I’ll be out in a second.”

She opened the door, then looked back at him for a moment before walking out into the main office.

He emerged a few minutes later, straightening the medals on his blouse. “Ready?”

She heard the door unlatch. “Yes, sir.”

He grinned. “I could get used to that.”

“Where did you park?”

“Park?”

“How the hell did you get here?”

“I … well, this lady gave me a ride.”

She snickered. “I didn’t ask what you did at the office. And an officer walking? Oh, please.”

“I had the portal open here.”

“Wait. So you spent your leave back there, and then portaled here this morning?”

“Basically.”

“So you don’t even have a _car_?”

“Well … no.”

“Where are you staying?”

He didn’t even bother to answer that time.

“Oh my god. Do you have civvies?”

“What?”

“_Civilian clothes_. Do you have them?”

“Oh! Yeah, they’re in the bag in my office.”

“How many times have you done this vacation thing before?”

“This is my first one. I just figured out how to do it recently.”

“And you didn’t even think to get transportation or a place to stay?” she asked incredulously.

“Obviously not,” he snapped.

“Unbelievable. Well, go change. You can stay at my house tonight.”