A Vacation ... Where?

She was ready to throw Anakin out the passenger window.

“Can’t you go any faster?” he asked, for the fifth time.

“Anakin, there are _speed limits_. They’re there for a _reason_.”

“To make you die of boredom before you get to wherever it is you’re going?”

She sighed. “No. So imbeciles who want to drive 5 bajillion miles an hour won’t for fear of getting in trouble.”

He snorted. “Can this heap even break 50?”

She very pointedly checked the speedometer, then feigned a heart attack. “Holy shit! Cap’n, we broke 65!”

“Can I drive?”

“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that.”

“Aww, come on!”

“Ani, look ….”

He broke in. “One thing. _Please_ don’t call me Ani. I hated that.”

“Okay. Anyway, Anakin, you don’t know how to drive.”

He pointed downward. “Gas.”

“Yes.”

“Brake.”

“Yes.”

“Steering.”

She shot him a withering glance.

“And all I have to do is maintain the designated speed.”

“Technically.”

“So I know how to drive.”

“You know theory. I know, in theory, how a TIE fighter works. Doesn’t mean I can fly one.”

“That’s a completely irrelevant argument.”

“Only ‘cause I’m right.”

“Sort of.”

“You’re still not driving.”

“Please?”

“Hmm. Nah.”

He sat back in his seat in a huff. “Fine. I didn’t want to drive your crappy vehicle anyway.”

The rest of the drive passed in relative silence, with the exception of Anakin bouncing through every radio station on the airwaves. He hit the classical station for the third time when they pulled into Danielle’s driveway.

“Hey, this place is pretty nice,” he commented as he grabbed his bag and got out of the SUV.

‘This place’ was a two-story white farmhouse sitting on six acres on the outskirts of town. “Yeah, I like it,” she answered. “My parents bought it when my dad was first stationed here; got it paid off by renting it out; said I could use it while I’m down here. I’ll make up the guest bedroom for you.”

“The … “ he started to protest. “That sounds good,” he finished as he saw the look on her face.

An hour later found them sitting on the porch, watching the sunset.

“Can I drive now?”

She stared at him. “Do you ever give up?”

“Nope.”

“What are you going to do if you get caught? You don’t have a license.”

“I just won’t get caught.”

She smirked. “Yeah, that’s what everyone says.”

“Come on … let me.”

“Why do you want to drive so badly?”

“Because it looks like fun, because I want to try it, and because it has to be good if you don’t want me to.”

She rolled her eyes. “You always get what you want?”

“Generally.”

“Figures.” She thought about it for a moment. “Wait a second. You told me this afternoon you have a Firebird. Where’s _that_ damn car?”

“I heard a couple of guys talking about it when I came to the office today; I borrowed what they said about it when you asked me about cars.”

“Why am I not surprised?”

“Well, I couldn’t very well say that I didn’t have a car, now could I?”

“No kidding, honesty is _so_ passé,” she retorted.

He grinned. “Come on, let’s go. It’ll be fun.”

She sighed again. “Fine. You better not get a ticket.”

They walked out to her Expedition and she handed the keys over with trepidation. “Please don’t wreck it, I really like this car.”

Anakin got in and spent five minutes fiddling with controls. “Okay, I think I’m ready. Wait, how do I move backward?” he asked, turning to look down her driveway.

“Oh good lord,” she said under her breath, and pointed to the gearshift. “P is for park, which is what we’re in now. N is neutral; the car won’t go forward or backward unless it’s on an incline. R is reverse. D is drive. And don’t worry about the other ones. Got it? Oh yeah, and you have to step on the brake to shift.”

“This is so much more complicated than a speeder,” he remarked.

“Great. Just what I wanted to know,” she muttered.

He carefully eased the car into reverse and backed down the driveway. “See, that wasn’t so hard.”

“Good job, you made it 20 feet.” She clapped, rather sarcastically. “Now you just have to make it to wherever it is you think you’re going without killing us.”

*

A few minutes later, they were on their way down the road, heading out of town.

“I’m impressed, Anakin – you’ve stayed within the speed limit the whole time so far.”

“Well, I try. Where are we going?”

“There’s a nice restaurant downtown we could go to.”

“That works for me.”

“Okay, get on the interstate at this onramp coming up.”

He navigated onto the freeway, then settled back into his seat.

“Hey, look, I can drive with my knee,” he said as he waved his hands in the air.

She rolled her eyes. “Another driving milestone reached.”

When she looked over again, she noticed that neither his hands nor his legs were on the wheel. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Trying something. It’s not like it’s hard to do this.”

She took a deep breath. “Please don’t do anything crazy.”

“You may not want to watch what I do next, then.”

She promptly unbuckled her seat belt and crawled into the back seat. “I’m not going to have a front row seat to your fiery death,” she said as she buckled in.

A moment later, he joined her in the back.

“Anakin!” she yelled. “You’re supposed to be _driving_! Wasn’t that the whole idea of this exercise? How the hell are you driving, when you’re back here?”

“The Force, naturally. And yes, I know when cars are in our way, I know how fast we’re going, and I can manipulate everything just fine.”

“I should have known this was a bad idea,” she mumbled.

He grinned rakishly and scooted next to her. “That’s a lot of space there in the back.”

“I took the back bench out – didn’t really need it in there.”

He moved so close to her that their legs were touching. “Uh-huh, that’s nice.” He reached over and unbuckled her seat belt, then pulled her over the seat with him.

He kissed her, hiked her skirt up with one hand, and ran the other up her back to undo her bra strap. She pulled back and looked at him for a second, then shrugged and pulled her sweater off. After pushing him back so he was sitting on his heels, she whisked the t-shirt off over his head, yanked the belt out of the loops, and unfastened his pants.

“Lay down,” she commanded. He obliged with a smile.

She pulled his Dickies off, threw them to the side, and snickered when she saw his new boxers. “Darth Maul this time. Sheer morbid curiosity makes me wonder what I’m going to see next.” She deftly pulled those off as well, tossing them in the same general direction as the Dickies. She stretched to her full height on top of him, putting her mouth right by his ear.

“It’s about time you weren’t in control for once.”

He swallowed hard. “Only because I have to concentrate on driving.”

“If you can podrace, you can navigate this car.”

“Basically,” he smiled. “See, I knew you’d understand.”

“And since you’re navigating the car, I don’t think you should really do anything else,” she added.

He smile faded. “What?”

“I think you should just lay there.”

“And not …?”

“Nope. You can’t do anything. And you can’t cheat, because you’re already busy.”

His eyes widened. “Um … okay.”

She kissed his earlobe … his jaw … his neck. She planted one on the corner of his mouth, flicked her tongue across his bottom lip, then pulled back and grinned as he lunged toward her.

“Ah-ah, what did I say?”

He laid back and sighed.

She winked at him, then continued planting kisses down his torso. She paused and lightly rubbed his nipples with her fingertips, making him groan softly. As she reached his waist, she sat up and scooted backward, until she was down by his ankles. He looked at her incredulously, but said nothing.

Starting at his calf, she trailed a finger up each leg. As she reached his ramrod-straight cock, she leaned over and very deliberately ran her tongue around the tip, staring at him the entire time.

The car wove in the lane a bit, but that was the only sign she had that he noticed what she was doing, as he hadn’t moved or made a sound. She sat up, spread her legs, and knelt over him.

“Maybe we should stop,” she said with a wicked grin. His eyebrows shot up and he whimpered, but he didn’t say anything. She lowered herself barely onto him, moved slightly, then withdrew.

“Do you think we should stop?”

“No,” he managed to choke out.

She lowered herself a little more, then withdrew again.

“You sure?”

“Yes,” he said between clenched teeth.

This time she lowered herself about halfway onto him, squeezed, then withdrew.

“You’re shaking a bit,” she observed casually.

He managed a weak smile, but that was all. His eyes were still blue, but the amber streaks were glowing. Beads of perspiration stood out on his forehead and chest. He’d bitten his lip so hard that the teeth marks still showed, and his breath was coming a little faster. She leaned over him again, pressing her breasts against his chest.

“I like you when you’re all worked up. And completely at my mercy.”

“You’re enjoying this way too much,” he said hoarsely.

“Oh, I’ve only begun to enjoy this,” she answered. Straightening back up, she sheathed him completely and leaned back. He let out a half-groan, half-sigh of relief … which abruptly changed to a hissed intake of breath as she began moving up and down.

As she leaned back to brace herself with one arm, he noticed a glint of silver amid the light blonde curls around her clit. “What’s that?”

“What’s what?” she asked lazily, concentrating on how he felt inside her.

“That ring,” he replied.

She opened her eyes and looked. “Oh, that’s my clit ring. My friend dared me to get it last year, so I did. I was basically looking for an excuse to get one, anyway.”

“What’s it do?”

“Oh … mostly it just sits there, but … “ and here she paused to lick three fingers, “it’s also nice when I’m playing with myself, like so, because of this ball on the ring, there.” As she leaned back, watching those hypnotic eyes, she positioned her free hand over her clit and ring and began slowly massaging. While she did that, she ever so slightly picked up the pace at which she was fucking Anakin. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped as he watched her pleasure herself and screw him at the same time.

“So, ahh,” he asked between short breaths, “how long do I have to just lay here?”

She smiled slowly. “I’m sorry … I’ve been neglecting you.” She began moving faster and pulling farther out with each stroke. Outside, horns blatted and angry drivers gesticulated as the Expedition picked up speed and started weaving more noticeably. Anakin looped one hand through the seat belt from the corner seat and pulled as she rode him faster and harder. The other hand knocked hers away and took up stroking her clit.

She took a deep, shuddering breath as he changed the pressure and speed. “Oh my fucking god,” she moaned as she pushed herself harder into his fingers. The Expedition passed 95 miles per hour as she felt her climax rushing at her like a freight train. She threw her head back and screamed at the top of her lungs a split second before he roared her name and arched up toward her as he exploded inside her. She collapsed on top of him, shuddering, then absently looked out the back window.

“Ah, we’re still moving,” she observed.

Anakin was trying to catch his breath. “Well … yes … although I probably … should tell you that … we’re going quite a bit … over the speed limit.”

“Should slow down,” she said.

He half-nodded, and dropped the Expedition back down to 70.

“Oughta turn around soon.”

“Do we have something to do tomorrow?”

“Nah.”

“So, let’s head to the big city, stay there, and relax until we have to go back to work.”

She looked up at him, smiled, and laid her head back down on his chest. “Whatever you want,” she answered. “Don’t have anything else to wear, though.”

“We’ll go shopping tomorrow.”

“Where are you getting the cash for all this?”

“I have my ways.”

“I don’t even want to know.”

He smiled. “Probably not.”

*

A half hour later, they were back in the front seat and pulling into the Ritz-Carlton parking lot.

“Holy shit, Anakin, how much money do you _have_?”

“I had some changed before I came here.”

“You have currency exchanges for planets outside your galaxy?” she asked skeptically.

“Of course. Are you really that surprised?”

She thought about it. “Nah. Not really.”

“Well, suffice it to say, I have enough money to do most likely anything you’ll dream up this weekend.” He parked the Expedition, got out, and came around to open her door.

“Can you walk yet?” he grinned.

She stepped out and stuck her tongue out at him. “Just fine, thank you.” She took his arm and they walked inside.

At the desk, the female desk clerk looked up, then did a double take and stared at Anakin, jaw open. He grinned, and it looked like she was going to faint. She finally recovered her wits enough to ask the name the room would be booked under.

Anakin winked at Danielle. “Christensen.” She hid a smirk by searching through her purse.

The clerk gasped. “I knew it! I knew it was you!” she squealed. “Ohmigod, I love your movies!”

He smiled. “I’m glad. Can … uh … we get our key?”

She blushed. “Of course!” Retrieving them, she handed one to Anakin with a smile, and one to Danielle much more slowly, with something almost resembling a glare, which might have worked better if she hadn’t been trying to smile at Anakin at the same time.

He grinned again. “Thanks.” He took Danielle’s arm and they made their way to the elevator.

“I bet she’s on her phone before we even get to our room,” she laughed.