Bath
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Category:
Star Wars (All) › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
6,097
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Bath
Discalimer: not mine, not pretending to be mine-no money changes hands, this is just for fun.
It was a rare and precious thing for any soldier, but planet leave on Naboo was an especially welcome reprieve.
I need you there Anakin, the Chancellor had told him. The new Queen is taking office and Senator Amidala is still under threat. I understand that your leave is limited, but if cou could… be there…
Of course there had been… grumbling… from the Jedi Temple, especially from Obi-Wan, but the Supreme Chancellor’s request had been begrudgingly honored with little complaint, and here he was for a few glorious days.
The ceremonies had been mercifully short and after the obligatory meeting with Padmé’s family, they had been escorted back to the Lake Country, and in Anakin’s heart, home.
It was late at night when they finally reached the villa, and much to Anakin’s consternation, Padmé had insisted on bathing first.
“Of course you can join me if you’d like…” she purred seductively into his ear as he began undoing the back of her dress, hoping to change her mind. “I need someone to wash my back…”
***
Anakin took her hand and she stepped languidly into the tub. Still wearing his trousers, he knelt beside the tub as she sank down into the depths. The water was clear and her breasts barely peaked over the top. Despite the warmth of the w, he, her nipples were small and hard. Anakin brushed his fingertips lazily over one of them, inciting a gasp from Padmé.
“Your back… M’lady,” he rumbled softly as he reached for the soap. Padmé sighed and leaned forward, giving him full access to her bare back. Placing his right hand on her shoulder, he rubbed a soapy mass slowly over her back with a soft sponge.
“That’s nice,” she sighed softly, leaning farther forward as he went lower. He let go of the sponge and delicately traced a line down her spine with his fingertips and began massaging her lower back.
“Mmmm…” she purred now leaning back, and Anakin brushed her nipple with his fingertips again causing Padmé to jump, splashing him.
Anakin sprang to his feet, startled. “You did that on purpose!” he gasped as he looked down at his soaked trousers. “Look at me Padmé! I’m all wet…”
“That’s not the only thing you are…” Padmé giggled as she traced here fingers over his crotch. Anakin leaned over and kissed her throat as her touch became a caress. Placing each hand on either side of the bath to steady himself, Anakin began kissing her neck and shoulders as Padmé leaned closer to his crotch.
“We should get these wet things off…” she murmured, untying his leggings while Anakin continued to kiss her exposed back, occasionally running his tongue lightly over her shoulder blade. When she freed him from the constrains of his trousers, Anakin playfully nipped her neck.
“Wh
“What are you going to do with me now Padmé?” he whispered in her ear. The whisper died in a hiss as she ran her tongue up his length.
“Taste…” came the reply as she pulled him closer. “Taste… tease… what ever comes to mind…” Now she wrapped one hand delicately around the base of his manhood and began to stroke. Anakin lowered his head and moaned softly as lips and tongue complimented her touch. She ran her hand up and down, then chased it with her tongue as raceraced himself, gripping the sides of the bath trying to keep himself steady.
It was too awkward for Padmé to keep her head so close for any length of time, but her attentive and skilled hands more than made up for the lack. She gripped his thigh with one hand while the other continued to caress and squeeze him, urging him to new hights but he still remained, for the most part still.
Suddenly, Anakin began to shake and gasp and Padmé’s ministrations became faster, more focused. He threw back his head, crying out her name as her hand covered the tip of his manhood, catching his essence and slowly and languidly lathering his belly with it. He shivered as the liquid cooled but Padmé made no move to clean it off.
“You’re a mess…” she purred softly, tracing a single finger around his middle. “I think you should join me in here and get cleaned up.”
“I agree, M’lady…” Anakin rumbled deeply his throat, shaking off the last of his leggings that had pooled around his feet. “Indeed, as you’re responsible for it in part, I think it is you who should do the cleaning…” He leaned over and kissed her before making his way into the tub. “A very… thorough… cleaning…”
***
It was a rare and precious thing for any soldier, but planet leave on Naboo was an especially welcome reprieve.
I need you there Anakin, the Chancellor had told him. The new Queen is taking office and Senator Amidala is still under threat. I understand that your leave is limited, but if cou could… be there…
Of course there had been… grumbling… from the Jedi Temple, especially from Obi-Wan, but the Supreme Chancellor’s request had been begrudgingly honored with little complaint, and here he was for a few glorious days.
The ceremonies had been mercifully short and after the obligatory meeting with Padmé’s family, they had been escorted back to the Lake Country, and in Anakin’s heart, home.
It was late at night when they finally reached the villa, and much to Anakin’s consternation, Padmé had insisted on bathing first.
“Of course you can join me if you’d like…” she purred seductively into his ear as he began undoing the back of her dress, hoping to change her mind. “I need someone to wash my back…”
***
Anakin took her hand and she stepped languidly into the tub. Still wearing his trousers, he knelt beside the tub as she sank down into the depths. The water was clear and her breasts barely peaked over the top. Despite the warmth of the w, he, her nipples were small and hard. Anakin brushed his fingertips lazily over one of them, inciting a gasp from Padmé.
“Your back… M’lady,” he rumbled softly as he reached for the soap. Padmé sighed and leaned forward, giving him full access to her bare back. Placing his right hand on her shoulder, he rubbed a soapy mass slowly over her back with a soft sponge.
“That’s nice,” she sighed softly, leaning farther forward as he went lower. He let go of the sponge and delicately traced a line down her spine with his fingertips and began massaging her lower back.
“Mmmm…” she purred now leaning back, and Anakin brushed her nipple with his fingertips again causing Padmé to jump, splashing him.
Anakin sprang to his feet, startled. “You did that on purpose!” he gasped as he looked down at his soaked trousers. “Look at me Padmé! I’m all wet…”
“That’s not the only thing you are…” Padmé giggled as she traced here fingers over his crotch. Anakin leaned over and kissed her throat as her touch became a caress. Placing each hand on either side of the bath to steady himself, Anakin began kissing her neck and shoulders as Padmé leaned closer to his crotch.
“We should get these wet things off…” she murmured, untying his leggings while Anakin continued to kiss her exposed back, occasionally running his tongue lightly over her shoulder blade. When she freed him from the constrains of his trousers, Anakin playfully nipped her neck.
“Wh
“What are you going to do with me now Padmé?” he whispered in her ear. The whisper died in a hiss as she ran her tongue up his length.
“Taste…” came the reply as she pulled him closer. “Taste… tease… what ever comes to mind…” Now she wrapped one hand delicately around the base of his manhood and began to stroke. Anakin lowered his head and moaned softly as lips and tongue complimented her touch. She ran her hand up and down, then chased it with her tongue as raceraced himself, gripping the sides of the bath trying to keep himself steady.
It was too awkward for Padmé to keep her head so close for any length of time, but her attentive and skilled hands more than made up for the lack. She gripped his thigh with one hand while the other continued to caress and squeeze him, urging him to new hights but he still remained, for the most part still.
Suddenly, Anakin began to shake and gasp and Padmé’s ministrations became faster, more focused. He threw back his head, crying out her name as her hand covered the tip of his manhood, catching his essence and slowly and languidly lathering his belly with it. He shivered as the liquid cooled but Padmé made no move to clean it off.
“You’re a mess…” she purred softly, tracing a single finger around his middle. “I think you should join me in here and get cleaned up.”
“I agree, M’lady…” Anakin rumbled deeply his throat, shaking off the last of his leggings that had pooled around his feet. “Indeed, as you’re responsible for it in part, I think it is you who should do the cleaning…” He leaned over and kissed her before making his way into the tub. “A very… thorough… cleaning…”
***