Tempest of Flesh

Anakin was surprised by the sound of the door to his quarters opening. He turned his head, wrenching Padme's hands free of his hair, and grabbed the lightsaber which was resting on the nightstand. Then he felt the familiar presence in the room. His master. Anakin was surprised. Obi-wan had never come into anakin's room during one of the many times they had done this.

"Ani," Padme purred from the bed. She was not aware or didn't care they had been interrupted.

"Shhh," Anakin said and replaced the lightsaber on the nightstand trying to wrap his mind around the strange circumstances he found himself in.

Obi-wan raised his hands, palms facing Anakin, in a placating gesture. He didn't want to upset Anakin before getting his chance with Padme.

Padme had risen on to her elbows now, quickly pulling her nightgown back down to cover herself. Anakin looked back over his shoulder at her, his eyes still smoldering with passion and want. He noew stood where he believed he had always belonged, between absolute carnal satisfaction and the ways of the jedi.

"No need to cover for him," Anakin said his throat thick and dark. "He's seen it all before." Anakin smiled at his master, but he still wasn't sure this was a good idea.

"Anakin," Padme started and sat up. "I'm not sure I'm comfortable with this." She gathered her nightgown around her and stood. The three of them looked at each other. "Maybe I should go," Padme said in a hoarse whisper and bent to gether the cloach she had worn while secreting herself to the temple.

"You don't need to leave," Anakin said stepping in her path. He didn't want her to go. He wanted to be with her, to satisfy her in ways only he knew he could. Like a husband was supposed to satisfy his wife.

"Please ..." Obi-wan started, but trailed off as Anakin shot him a defiant look. It was clearn Anakin would take some convincing to elt him taste of everything Padme had to offer. "I don't want you to stop."

It became clear to Anakin that Obi-wan wasn't there to stop his rendevous with Padme. He wanted to be a part of it. Anakin's eyes widened in revelation and then a smile spread across his face. Obi-wan didn't want to participate through his force connection, but with them physically.

"It's okay," Anakin said and grabbed the cloack from Padme's hand. He let it float to the floor and then turned his attention completly to Padme's body. His hands snaking their way to her breasts. He took a nipple between each thumb and forefinger and pinched them gently. A small sigh escaped her lips. Softer then the blades of grass in the Naboo meadow fluttering in a breeze, but to Anakin it was the sound of her unbridled passion for him.

"I ..." Padme tried to protest, but Anakin lifted his finger and pressed it to her lips stopping any other words which might escape. He didn't want to hear nything, but pleasured moans escaping her body now.

He moved behind her, dipping his head down to smell her hair. Anakin's hands fell to Padme's eaist and using his fingers, he began to pull her nightgown up. He wanted to reveal her to Obi-wan who stood facing them. Anakin, never taking his eyes from his master's, kissed Padme's neck. Still her nightgown was bound in his hands. She stood bared from the waist down, his erection now pressed into the flesh of her back. He pulled her closer, willing her to feel how much he wanted her.

Obi-wan moved two steps closer to Padme and Anakin, but still did not touch. He found playing the voyeur to this scene was causing his body to be aroused thoroughly. He didn't want to spoil anything which Anakin would do.

"It's okay to touch her," Anakin said, his lips parting from her shoulder long enought to speak.

Obi-wan stepped closer now, and placed a hand on Padme's exposed stomach. It was like his whole nervous system had been joleted by a power coupling. The power burned and sizzled through every muscle and nerve in his body. The hair on the back of his neck stood on end. Obi-wan closed his eyes and took in every sensation. HIs left hand found her's and he entangled his fingers with her delicate hand.

Obi-wan moved his hand lower. The aching bulge he had urging him to take her. Finding her mound, he slid his hand between her legs. Anakin reached down and took her left leg at the knee and lifted it slightly, giving Obi-wan more access to her womanhood.

Padme protested, but not with any words. She merely moaned slightly. Anakin knew there was nothing she could do to stop them. He wanted her to enjoy everything they were doing for and to her.

Obi-wan slipped one finger inside her and she gasped. Her fingers tightened against his left hand. He moved the finger slowly out and pushed it into her again harder. Padme's mouth searched for someone to kiss, if only to stifle the sounds she knew would rise from her.

Anakin hungrily kissed her lips, pressing his erection more forecefully into her back. His tongue entertwining with hers. She moaned into his mouth as OBi-wan continued his movements. Anakin supported her small fraime against his, giving her the ability to fully enjoy what his master was doing to her.

Her lips parted from Anakin's and she turned to find Obi-wan's lips. She kissed him greedily and with complete abandon. Obi-wan, in turn, slid another finger inside her moving them more quickly and forcefully. He pulled away from her lips, slipped his fingers out and then plunged them into his mouth tasting them. Padme gasped and Anakin wasn't sure if it was in shock or pure delight.

Taking his hand out of her's, Obi-wan reached up and ripped her nightgown, tearing it all the way to the bottom. She now stood completly naked before him and he liked what he saw.