The End Justifies the Means

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“Now, Padmé.”

With a last uneasy look at the dividing wall separating us from the corridor outside, she complied, continuing until she had revealed the creamy skin peeking above the tops of her stocking clad legs. I ran my hand up the outside of one thigh and urged her forward with the other. Padmé slipped onto my lap, her knees sliding seductively along either side of my thighs. Her sexual inexperience made her movements awkwardly endearing and I loved it that it was I who was initiating her in the ways of love.

Beneath her voluminous skirt, my hands slipped over her smooth flesh, finding the indentation where her waist met her hips and stroking her languidly. She flinched slightly as the cool metal digits of my right hand came into contact with her warm flesh. I continued to urge her forward until she’d slid the rest of the way up my legs and was hovering just above me. Uncertainty lit the brown eyes that were staring into mine; searching, always searching for clues to why I did the things I did. My smile of heated promise brought a worried frown to her face and she started to glance once more toward the entrance. I whispered her name and then, with no warning, slammed her down on top of my hard arousal. Padmé gasped and her hands came up to grip my arms as I began to grind my hips into hers.

“Do you feel what you do to me?” I asked in a voice harsh with want.

Padmé’s hands moved to clutch at my shoulders, her fingers biting into my flesh through the thin fabric of my tunic.

“Yes.” She sighed, her eyes once more locked on me; no longer distracted by the possibility of interruption but focused on the sensuous slid of my tongue over the tops of her breasts just visible above her neckline.

A violent shudder ran through her as I ground myself against her sex more firmly. I began to guide her hips into a sensuous rocking motion that pulled intoxicating sounds of pleasure from her and labored pants from me. It took only a few seconds before she caught her rhythm and no longer needed my assistance. I leaned back against the firm cushion, my hands stroking the bare skin above the silky stockings, enjoying the different textures of softness beneath my fingertips; but relishing so much more the vision of the prim and proper senator undulating on top of me like a wanton.

My eyes roved over her flushed face and parted lips through which harsh little panting breaths were sounding. Her eyes were impossibly dark, desire and arousal turning them almost black. It took a moment before I realized that Padmé had released my shoulders and had grasped the back of the couch. She used her new handhold as leverage, increasing the pace of her hips and very nearly making me explode right then.

Our faces were only centimeters apart and I could see her satisfaction at having surprised me shining in her eyes. When she pressed herself down and circled her hips with deliberate and taunting provocation, I couldn’t contain the moan of my own surrender and my fingers dug into the soft flesh of her thighs. Force, she was riding me with all the skill of a Coruscant whore. Had she done this before? One could engage in this activity from now until the end of time and still remain a virgin, the darkness reminded me with a cruel laugh. I tried to block the thought from my mind but I kept seeing the events of the bridge play before my eyes.

Stop it! Just shut up! I screamed in my head.

The heat created by the movement of our bodies was magnified by the material tenting over our legs. The fabric trapped the growing heat, allowing little chance of escape, and Padmé’s thighs were growing slick with the exertion of the friction. And that wasn’t all; I could feel the dampness of her excitement as I brushed my thumb over the silky material between her legs. I groaned. The material was saturated with her want. If we kept up our increasingly frantic pace, I knew it would be over in seconds.

Renewing my hold on her hips, I forced a slower tempo, prolonging both the moment of contact and the times in between. Padmé whimpered in frustration, trying to break free of the restraints being forced on her and my fingers bit into her flesh in warning, bringing us to a halt.

“Anakin?” She implored in confusion as her hands dropped back to my shoulders.

I stopped all further talk with a fierce look of warning.

//Don’t move//

Padmé’s eyes widened, sparking with annoyance at what she considered an invasion of her privacy, but she wisely remained silent. I slid my hands out from beneath her skirt and brought them up to caress her upper arms before gently slipping two fingers under each of the wide shoulder straps of her dress. Padmé stiffened, shy once more, but the unmistakable command in my gaze warned her not to interfere. With a shuddering breath she gave in, relaxing her tensed muscles to allow me my pleasure. I continued on, slipping the material over her shoulders and down her arms in a slow sensuous slide that teased her bare flesh and drew a delicate shiver from her.

I kept my eyes glued to hers until the material had pooled around her waist, leaving her deliciously vulnerable to my attentions. Only then did I allow myself to feast on the sight before me, taking my time despite where we were. I traced the swollen curves of her breasts with burning eyes and under my attentive gaze her nipples hardened and puckered just for me. I lingered on the flat plane of her taut stomach; the creamy skin flushed a rosy pink, mesmerized by the way her breasts rose and fell with her every breath.

Finally, I leaned in and took possession of one tight bud, lightly tonguing it before sucking the sweetness into my hungry mouth. Padmé’s head dropped back, a mewling cry hovering on her lips and one hand came up to urge my head closer as I used my teeth and tongue, alternating between grazing and flicking the sensitive nipple. My left hand was suddenly seized and dragged up to her unattended breast where I needed little encouragement to cup and knead the aching flesh or to lightly roll the aroused bud between thumb and forefinger. Ancient instinct roared back to life and our hips began that slow, tortuous grind once more.

Padmé began to pull at the edges of my tunic, frantically working to tug it off my shoulders but meeting with limited success. Without releasing the hardened peak from the torment of my mouth, I joined her in her efforts and we practically tore the garment from my body. The feel of her soft hands gliding over me in exploration was intoxicating and a low rumble rose in my chest, the sound resonating against the breast I was still intent on suckling.

Our combined labored breathing was so loud I almost didn’t hear the voices in the outside hallway until too late. The instant they registered I took evasive action. In one deft movement, I tumbled us quickly to the side so we couldn’t be seen from the doorway, letting the high back of the couch serving as an effective screen, and then hurriedly clamped my hand over Padmé’s mouth before she could accidentally give away our presence. I held a finger to my lips indicating she should be silent but not having heard what I had, she obstinately tried to twist her head to free herself. A second later she froze, her eyes widening in stunned panic as the voices made themselves known to her.

My finger was still at my lips and I stared hard at Padmé until she finally nodded her understanding. Slowly, I eased my hand away, listening as the muffled voices grew more distinct. I reached out, testing the interlopers Force signatures and sighed inwardly with relief. Neither of the voices belonged to Obi Wan but they were coming closer.

Fear had tensed both of our bodies and we lay frozen, not daring to move lest we make a sound and give ourselves away. I cursed inwardly. Our position couldn’t have been any more compromising. Most of my body had come to rest atop Padmé, though the cushion beneath her accepted the brunt of my weight, and we were both naked to the waist. To top it all off, we’d maintained much the same position that we’d been in before interrupted. I was still cradled between Padmé’s spread thighs and my hardened erection didn’t care that the potential for being found out was possibly at hand.

I was thanking the gods that at least we hadn’t progressed to the next step when the voices stopped just outside the wall that divided our room from the hall. Propping myself up awkwardly on my metal appendage, I cocked my head, straining to make out who the intruders were and, now that I knew neither was Obi Wan, what in Sith’s hell they were doing there. I automatically ran my hand up and down Padmé’s bare arm in an attempt to alleviate her worry but it was in vain for her body remained ridged and unyielding beneath me.

“What are we doing here?” A bored voice asked.

“Looking for someone.” The other one replied.

There was something familiar about that second voice, I thought with a frown of puzzlement.

“Good gods, man. Don’t you have more important things to be attending to than chasing after the skirts of some senator? She’s not even from an important planet. What use would she even be for your ambitions?”

I didn’t think it was possible but Padmé’s body grew even stiffer as the first voice insulted her home world and then implied she would use her political influence to further someone’s career. A tiny sound of irritation escaped her throat and I shot her a warning glance.

//Do you want to get caught?//

Padmé’s lips tightened into a thin line and her eyes gleamed with affronted dignity. I smoothed my hand over her naked flesh, cupping her breast and thumbing the still erect nipple with lazy insolence. A reminder of how we would look if discovered.

//Do you want to get caught?//

The defiance melted away and she gave a quick shake of her head though the air of offended pride remained. With a smirk, I turned my attention back to the two men still speaking. Who on board thought Padmé would abuse her office to their benefit?

“My career ambitions aren’t exactly what I think about when she’s around, Jolland. Did you see us together yesterday?”

Benor! The identity of the last speaker hit us at precisely the same time and her eyes snapped onto mine with concern and fear. I had to momentarily cover her mouth again to smother the involuntary cry of surprise that would have alerted them to our presence.

Captain Benor.

I glared accusingly down at her, my jaw clenching and unclenching with increased tension. The anger and jealousy of the day before came rushing back and my body shook as the words ‘one night’ returned to echo insinuatingly in my head. Padmé shrank from what she saw in my face, swallowing hard before turning her face to the side and squeezing her eyes shut in pained regret.

“Everybody saw, Benor, and the way she had it all on display for every man to see. Even that Jedi noticed.” There was a brief pause as Benor snorted in disgust. “I’m telling you, if looks could kill you’d be dead and I’d have one less friend.”

“I hardly think I have cause to worry about a Jedi Padawan.” Benor spat the words as if they were something foul. “Besides, he’s just a boy and what the senator needs is a man.”

“Like you, I suppose?”

“Of course, who better?” Came the arrogantly confident reply before the voice grew snide. “I heard he was just a slave when the Order found him, hardly worthy of a woman like Senator Amidala.”

Their shared snickering laughter tore at my insides with painful swipes, carving new empty places that weakened my ability to keep my temper in check. I jerked back as Padmé reached up to touch my cheek in sympathy. The fierce glare I threw at her froze her hand in mid air and with a guilty flush she hastily dropped it back down. I didn’t need or want to be pacified or comforted like a child, especially not by Padmé.

“She’s a former queen.” Benor continued on, blithely unaware that I was committing every insult to memory. “Jedi or no, she’d hardly consort with scum like that on a social basis.”

Oh wouldn’t she? I stared unseeingly in the direction of the two men, thoughts whirling madly in my mind. This former slave had dared to do a hell of a lot more than ‘socialize’ with the honorable Senator from Naboo. Memories of the way Benor had looked at Padmé, the way he had touched her while I had to stand helplessly by flooded through me. I’d been powerless to do anything, to stake my claim, to let him know she was mine. My head turned sharply to find Padmé staring up at me with stricken eyes. I couldn’t stand the pity I believed lingered there and I did what I had to do to get rid of it.

//Too bad for him I got there first//

The vulgar taunt hit its mark. Padmé sucked in a sudden, sharp breath at the coarse meaning behind the words that brushed her mind and her expression grew tight. I saw the hurt in her eyes but I didn’t care. It hurt me beyond measure that Padmé had flirted with that aristocratic parasite in front of me and the entire bridge crew, damn her. But knowing he believed himself better than me due to the circumstances of my birth, knowing he thought me so beneath their social level that he couldn’t conceive of Padmé being able to love me, twisted something deep inside me. Bitterness filled my heart as a snarl of venomous hate at how unfair it all was curled my lips. He’d see. I was destined to be the greatest Jedi ever and when that day came men like him would bow before me.

I came back to myself to find Padmé watching me with an odd mixture of remorse and discomforting fear. Pride won out and I easily smote my conscious.

A slow, wicked smile spread across my face and brown eyes narrowed warily, sudden suspicion hovering behind lowered lids. I leaned down to whisper into her ear, letting my hot breath tickle the sensitive flesh and play through the soft tendrils of her hair.

“Should we tell the good captain and his friend just how much consorting you’ve allowed, milady? How much you enjoy it. How much you crave it.” I captured the delicate skin of her neck with my teeth, teasing it with my lips and tongue, making her shudder at every sharp nip, at every lick and suck.

“Shall I tell them how I fucked you against the wall in your cabin?”

Padmé stiffened at my use of that offensive word. I’d never used it in front of her before, at least not in a language she understood, and she was shocked. I smiled in satisfaction as I traced her ear with my tongue.

“Or I could tell them about the night in the library when I made you come with just my fingers and words.” I continued with a purr.

I could feel the heavy thudding of her heart against the wall of my chest and a low moan of protest worked its way past her lips. Padmé was trembling uncontrollably, fighting the effect my words were having on her with every fiber of her being. And she was losing. I could feel the waves of reluctant arousal, the animal lust my words were inspiring as her desire crashed through the Force. I could also sense the overlying anger and self-loathing accompanying those traitorous emotions; emotions threatening to smash the ideals and dreams taught to her by people who had never experienced the consuming passion that was uniquely ours. Others were weak and subsequently they let themselves be ruled by the laws of others. I made my own rules.

The sound of a condescending chuckle from the direction of the hallway pulled the hated image of Benor’s detestable face back before me. Not consort with scum like me? The need to prove him wrong was all consuming. Getting caught suddenly seemed a small price to pay to see the smug look wiped off that arrogant bastard’s face. I’d show him just how many liberties his Senator Amidala allowed this former slave. I’d show him that she wanted me.

I reached down between our bodies and quickly freed myself from my restrictive pants, jealousy and hurt making my fingers clumsy and impatient as I ripped at the fastenings. Realization of my intentions finally dawned and Padmé gave a violent start, shaking her head vigorously, even daring to risk hissing a low ‘no’, which I deliberately ignored.

“I told you we were going to finish what you started, Padmé. A man of honor always keeps his word.” I murmured with false gallantry as I shoved the wet silk aside and rubbed myself against her slick entrance.

I sucked her earlobe into my mouth, nipping at it sharply with my teeth before whispering my next taunt. “Try not to scream this time, milady, or we’ll wind up with an audience. But then maybe you’d like that. You certainly didn’t object to one yesterday on the bridge.” I added with a sneer and then slid into her as hard as I dared given our precarious situation.

Padmé’s head fell back against the couch and her body arced and shuddered as I thrust into her sweet flesh. She bit down hard on her lip to keep from crying out as I deliberately hit that secret spot again and again. Perversely, I found I actually did want to make her scream her pleasure despite the presence of the two officers; despite the consequences of being found out. At least then Benor would know she was mine and that the better man had won.

By her side, Padmé’s hands maintained a death grip on the cushioned seat, her grasp so tight her knuckles showed white; a stark contrast against the deep burgundy fabric. Her act was one of useless rebellion. Her refusal to give into her natural inclination to touch me was belied by the instinctive rocking of her hips into mine. Her stubbornness lasted only until I began laving one stiff nipple with my tongue, sucking the pebbled nub into my mouth and teasing it with my teeth. A faint strangled whimper sounded deep within Padmé’s throat and her hands were suddenly at my back and neck, stroking and kneading my flesh hungrily, grievances forgotten as the heat between us climbed higher.

I worked my hand down to her nest of dark curls and began to torment her sensitive bundle of nerves. Padmé bucked hard against my hand and her legs came up to hook around me, just as I’d taught her the night before. The new position allowed for deeper penetration and I plundered her body, stretching her, filling her with an urgency born of desperation. I was uncaring of the bruising force I was using because the harder I thrust, the wetter she became, her body saying what she could not. I had to bite back the urge to cry out her name as her tight inner walls squeezed the length of my shaft and threatened to trigger a fiery dissolution of my insides.

Our harsh and ragged breathing sounded as loud as the roar of a Nubian waterfall to my ears but I was past the point of caring. With every stroke I could sense the coil within her winding itself tighter and tighter, threatening to snap with each passing second. Gods, I wanted to hear her scream my name while she shattered and convulsed around me. The effort it was taking to avoid making any noise was going to kill me, I thought desperately. My forehead was beaded with sweat and damp tendrils of hair clung to Padmé’s face and neck. I was having serious doubts about my ability to remain silent in the face of the tortuous pleasure when I sensed our unwitting audience had moved further away from our room.

Though there was still the very real danger of being overheard, I abandoned my efforts to hold back the low moans that rumbled in my chest. Padmé was already past noticing such things, lost as she was in the rhythmic movements of our bodies. My lips moved up her throat only stopping when I reached the shell of her ear.

“Gods, you feel so good. You’re so tight and wet and it’s just for me, isn’t it Padmé?” I hissed demandingly. “All for the ‘boy’ Benor thinks you wouldn’t look twice at. But we know different, don’t we?”

Padmé was biting back her cries as her breath came in jerky rasps. Deep within, her inner walls were already starting to quake and squeeze me enticingly. I licked and bit at her neck and ear, fighting with all my might to remain in control as I continued to drive her towards the edge.

“We know different and when I make you scream, so will Benor and his friend. And I am going to make you scream, Padmé. I’m going to make you come…hard.”

The last word acted like a trigger and her body jerked sharply beneath me as I came into her with such force her entire body slid forward. The sound of a gasping breath greeted my ears and in the next instant, Padmé buried her face against my shoulder, sinking her teeth into my flesh to muffle the very screams I’d just promised to drag from her. As her body thrashed against mine her arms anchored themselves tightly around my neck in a stranglehold. But nothing was going to stop either of us from falling headlong into that glorious abyss.

Around my cock, her hot, tight walls convulsed violently and everything disappeared. My entire world shrunk to the intoxicating feel of Padmé moving beneath me, her breasts crushed to my chest and the shudders racking our bodies as wave after wave of desire drenched us both. I lost myself in the incredible feeling of her muscles contracting, milking me hard as I spilled myself into her body with a deep moan of overwhelming rapture.

I didn’t feel the sting of her nails or the sharp pain from where her teeth had broken my skin and drawn blood. I only felt the intense relief of finding refuge in her body, in the pleasure of shooting my essence into her depths, and in the knowledge that I would always be apart of her no matter what the future held. Then the yawning chasm grabbed hold and sent us spiraling down, down into the black void that stole our very awareness like a thief in the night.

I don’t know how long we lay there in each other’s arms, shaking with the exhaustion of such a passionate release. By the time I started to become aware of our surroundings again, Benor and his friend had long since departed, none the wiser of what they had almost discovered.

Padmé’s arms were still wound around my neck and her fingers were tangled in my damp hair. Every once in a while, one hand would pat me in the way one does when comforting someone who’s crying. I lifted my head slowly and met a pair of brown eyes that welled with unshed tears. I started to ask her what was wrong, worried that I’d hurt her somehow when Padmé abruptly pulled me down and pressed her mouth to mine. As her lips brushed over mine, I realized she was repeatedly murmuring the same entreaty like a desperate chant.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

Again and again the whispered words spilled forth and I realized Padmé was apologizing to me for what Benor had said. She was taking the hurt within herself just like she’d done that night on Tatooine. Her guilt and sorrow for the part she’d played in my humiliation resonated in trembling ripples through our bond.

I drew back, breaking contact with those sweetly trembling lips, and wiped away a lone tear that had escaped to linger at her cheek. Beneath the gentle touch of my hand she closed her eyes with a sigh and nuzzled her face against the warmth of my palm. I stroked the tender skin beneath the pad of my thumb and then placed a kiss against her temple.

My hurt and pain had become Padmé’s – and I was glad.

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