Picnic

Picnic

It was a perfect day for a picnic.
The sun was shining, the air was warm and they were in love.

Anakin had asked for and received
the use of a small land speeder, and they had packed a small lunch that
remained relatively untouched. For now, they were content just to lie on a
blanket in the grass together, the wars, and the rest of the Galaxy far and
away.

Padmé lay across his chest, her
hand lazily playing with the strings on his tunic. Neither had slept to much
the night before, a passionate and long over due session of love making had
seen to that, but both were content.

Anakin summoned a piece of fruit
from the basket, and it floated languidly into his waiting hand. He took a bite
and a piece hung comically from his mouth. Padmé playfully leaned up and bit
into it.

“No you don’t Ma-chi,” he growled
trying to reclaim the stolen fruit but Padmé was too quick. She reached down
and stroked the top of his crotch, eliciting a yelp from Anakin and a victory
for herself.

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“That was [i]cheating[/class=SpellE>i] Padmé!” Anakin scolded as Padmé, with a lady like
gesture, daintily removed the excess from her mouth.

“It worked didn’t it?” she giggled.
“I got what I wanted…”

“Is that [i]all[/class=SpellE>i] you want Ma-chi?” Anakin replied huskily, leaning in for
a kiss. Padmé closed her eyes, and titled her head to reciprocate only to have
the remaining piece of fruit snatched from her hand. She cried out indignantly
and straddled him, pushing her hands on to his chest in an attempt to push him
down. Anakin burst into laughter as he thwarted her attempts and it quickly
deteriorated into a wrestling match. They rolled back and forth on the blanket,
giggling like children until Anakin gained the upper hand and pinned her down,
hands behind her head. Padmé looked down at herself and gasped. During there
play scuffle, Padmé’s blouse had loosened, and one of her breast now peaked out
of the top of her dress.

“You did that!” she cried out with
mock indignanty. “Damn you Jedi Skywalker!”

Anakin arched his eyebrows and
pursed his lips, pretending to contemplate this situation as if it were the
gravest of circumstances. “Let’s see…” he mused thoughtfully. “I have you right
where I want you at this moment… but if I release your hands, who’s to say you
wont try to take advantage of my… generosity and prolong this game… increase
your chance of victory…”

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and squirming beneath him.

“So I can’t let go of your hands…
I’m sorry Ma-chi,” Anakin ignored her; his voice became low and soft. “I guess
I’ll just have to…” he leaned over, deliberately becoming breathy. “Find
another way…”

“Anakin…” Padmé said softly, all
the humor leaving her voice as she closed her eyes and arched her back.

His tongue flicked at her nipple
and she gasped, her squirming becoming more anxious.

“Oh I see…” Anakin purred and he
took her nipple into his mouth moving his tongue around the nub and teasing. Padmé
groaned softly as he began sucking on her insistently, now shifting himself to
a more dominant position between her legs. Padmé responded by wrapping her legs
around his thighs. She leaned up and teased his earlobe with her tongue and
teeth, eliciting an answering sigh from Anakin.

He let her hands go at last and
reached down, stroking her breast now, complimenting tongue and teeth. Padmé
reached down, cradling his head with one hand and caressing the small of his
back, reached into the waistband of his trousers. Anakin shifted his face to
meet hers, and after a moment, he leaned in to kiss her. Their lips parted and
their tongues danced against each others teeth as Anakin began rocking his hips
against her.

Suddenly, without warning, Anakin
found himself flipped over on to his back with Padmé on top of him, laughing.

“You lowered your defenses,” Padmé
growled playfully as she straddled him. “Does this mean I win?”

Anakin sighed in mock resignation.
“I guess it does, Milady… What are you planning to do in your victory?”

As Padmé moved, her dress which had
already bunched up around her thighs, shifted up a bit more. Languidly, Anakin
reached down and raised the hem even further, the silky fabric of her under
garments were now visible. Silky and damp. Anakin found himself growing
painfully aroused at the sight.

Padmé sighed dramatically and began
to undo the ties on his shirt as Anakin reached for her breasts again. He took
one in each hand, alternately rubbing her nipples between his thumb and
forefingers and caressing them fully.

“I think…” Padmé began to shiver
and her breath came in little gasp.

“You think…” Anakin prompted
huskily running a forefinger down the front of her dress to the place where it
had gathered. Having completely opened his shirt, Padmé reached down and
slipped the dress over her head, leaving her only with the small silken bottom garment
that was discolored by the wetness. She raised herself onto her knees as Anakin
reached down to caress her thighs and rear, relishing the sight of her body.
She put her hands behind her head and pulled out the two pins that held her
hair up, and then shook it out behind her in a glorious cascade as Anakin slid
one thumb underneath the front of her undergarment. Padmé fell forward gasping,
supporting herself on her hands as Anakin continued his ministrations with his
thumb, caressing her behind with the other slowly pushing the undergarment
down.

“Not fair,” she murmured kissing
him softly between gasps.

 

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“Aren’t you cold?” he replied,
ignoring her comment as he slipped his fingers into her. Padmé only whimpered
in reply. She allowed Anakin to gently roll her on to her side and on to her
back. She then raised her legs one at a time, allowing Anakin to remove the
last of her clothing. He began to lightly trace lines up and down her abdomen
with his one hand while his other slid in and out, his thumb pressing and
moving in delicate circles. Padmé began to move against him, her hands gripping
the blankets moaning his name softly.

“Not cold Ma-chi…” he murmured
softy as he positioned himself between her legs. “Not cold at all…”

He elicited another gasp as he ran
his tongue up her inner thigh and into her center, replacing fingers with teeth
and tongue. He wrapped one arm around her thigh tightly, the other alternating
between her breasts, squeezing and caressing. She began to thrash beneath him,
moaning and crying out as he thrust his tongue in as deeply as he could,
bringing her to a trembling climax, both of them drenched in sweat and sex.

Gently, Anakin removed himself from
between her thighs, now replacing his tongue with his fingers as he slowly
traced a line of kisses up her waist and abdomen. As he made his way upward,
Padmé began to explore him with her own hands. First his chest, then his back
and into the waistband of his trousers. Anakin allowed her to push him onto his
back, but hesitated when she tried to divest him of his own clothing.

“Too cold…” he mumbled against her
lips as she reached into the front of his trousers, lightly stroking his
manhood.

Her touch became firmer, and Anakin
groaned despite himself. “I’ll warm you…” she murmured softly as she traced a
line of ki dow down his throat and chest. Anakin sighed contentedly, stroking
her back and gently fondling her breast as she kissed lower. She freed his
manhood from his trousers with one hand, and caressed his chest with the other.
Her tongue traced a lazy pattern around his belly button as she slowly but
deftly began to stroke him in earnest.

Now it was Anakin’s turn to grip
the blankets as Padmé lightly licked the tip of his manhood, her tongue lolling
around as her hand moved up and down. She carefully repositioned herself and
used her free hand to squeeze and stroke his thigh as she took him farther into
her mouth. Deftly, the other hand continued it’s gentle but firm up and down
motion. Anakin gasped and began stroking her calf as her nipples brushed the
top of his thigh, his hand trying to reach ever upward as she increased her
pace and pressure. She began to actively suck on him now, driving him to the
edge and now it was Anakin who writhed and moaned beneath her. She took the hand
that had been stroking his thigh now wrapped it around the very base of his
erection, and as if she knew it would, the effect sent him flying over the
edge. Anakin cried out her name again and again as he came to climax, Padmé’s
mouth, tongue, and hands slowing at last, easing him down from the heights of
ecstasy.

When it was over, Padmé lay next to
him, one leg wrapped languidly over his own. She began to shiver, and Anakin
grew concerned.

“You’re cold…” he said gently as he
threw a traveling cloak over her still nude body.

“A little…” she admitted shifting
her leg up a bit higher. To his mild surprise, Anakin found his manhood
stirring again. He reached under the blanket and began to caress her nipple
again. Wordlessly, Padmé leaned over and kissed him, softly at first, them more
passionately. Almost instantly, the stirring became hardness once again.

“Making up for lost time…” Padmé
murmured as she slipped on top of him. To his relief, they hadn’t readjusted
his trousers, and his erection was unimpeded.

“Ma-chi…” he whispered as she
straddled him, brushing herself against him.

“Tell me you want me…” Padmé said
softly. “Tell me… you want to be inside of me…”

“Ma-chi… Padmé…” he groaned pulling
her close. “I want… I-I need…”

Padmé slowly moved up and down,
stroking him with her womanhood.

“Tell me…” she moaned softly,
closing her eyes. [i]“Na-hallow can Bo-tee…”[/class=SpellE>i]

“I-I [i]need[/class=SpellE>i] to be inside you Ma-chi…” He pulled her down with a
kiss. “Now…”

Padmé rocked against him slowly,
once, twice, a third time. Anakin was growing desperate until at last Padmé
lowered herself on to him. She settled herself all the way down and they stayed
that way for a moment, just being one.

Slowly, Padmé pushed Anakin down on
his back and once again began to rock against him. She placed her hands flat on
the ground behind his shoulders as Anakin grasped her rear. There were no
words, just the soft sounds of flesh meeting flesh and the low inarticulate
groans and murmurs of lovemaking. They
began slowly, and gradually began to build up the pace. The rocking became
thrusting and the groans and murmurs became cries as passion over took them.
Padmé bore down on him as Anakin raised his hips off the ground to meet her in
an increasingly frantic pace. His grip tightened on her rear as she cried out
her release, her body tightening around him.

It hit him like a thunderclap,
shockingly intense and in an instant; he was bombarded with a sense of… Shift?
Change? Something on top of the physical release… something fleeting dashed
away in the intensity of the moment. It was…

He couldn’t think, the pure
physical sensation washed over him driving away any semblance of thought. There
was only release… powerful… intense… complete.

Padmé had collapsed on top of him
gasping, heart pounding, her hair drenched in sweat and her eyes glazed.

Anakin held her close stroking her
back. Summoning all of his mental strength, he used the Force to pull the
traveling cloak to him and gently covered Padmé with it.

“Padmé?” he gasped. “Are you…” he
trailed off, breathless.

“Ani…” she replied, her voice was
soft and sleepy. “I think I’m warm now…”

“Warm…” he acknowledged, kissing
her forehead. “Warm and safe…” He looked down and realized that she had fallen
into a deep sleep, a look of contentment on her face. He too was sleepy now,
the exertion had taken its toll and he knew he would soon follow. They were
safe, and content…

As he began to drift off, he hazily
wondered about what he had… seen? Felt?

I didn’t really matter now. The
Force often manifested its visions in strange ways, often in times of extremis.
If it was important, he would find out soon enough. As long as Padmé was safe…

And with that, he joined his wife
in blissful sleep.

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