Rapture

Rapture
Alisha Steele
alisha@alishasteele.com

If you're a fan of the movies you'll recognize where this little ficlet slips in, just after the attempt on Padme's life in Chapter 2.

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Their only lead was dead, and Padme’s life was still in danger. Blast it! How had it all gone so wrong?

Obi-Wan offered to drop him off at the temple before joining the other Masters in escorting the Senator to a safe haven, but Anakin declined. He preferred to walk off the angry, nervous energy running through him. Light knew he wasn’t going to get any sleep tonight anyway, and he wouldn’t get to see her again until morning, wouldn’t get to apologize until then. The young Jedi walked distractedly through the streets of the entertainment district, mulling over the major screw up the evening had become.

‘How could I have been so dense?’ he questioned himself. So damned arrogant? I should never have agreed to use her as bait…even if she did insist. And letting her cover the camera in her room… that was the stupidest thing of all!

“You’re making me uncomfortable,” she had said, just before the screen went dark.

He should have gone right in there and… But he’d been afraid she would notice the bulge in the front of his leggings. And, anyway, she was right - he had been watching her. He hadn’t been able to take his eyes off her as she’d moved about the room. He had wantonly observed each move she’d made; he’d watched the beautiful rise of her breasts under the silky nightdress when she’d brushed her hair; he’d ogled the heartbreaking curve of her ass when she’d leaned over to turn back the bedcovers. It had been better when she’d turned the picture off, better for his concentration anyway.

‘I’m sorry, Padme’ he had whispered into the communication device.

‘That’s Senator Amidala to you, Jedi,’ she had responded, but there had been something in her voice…Something husky. Something heated.

Anakin smiled. Maybe he made her uncomfortable in the same way she made him uncomfortable - in that burning, I can’t stop thinking about you kind of way. His cock twitched at the thought and he groaned aloud. ‘Please light let that be so.’

“Looking for some company, Jedi?”

The sizzle of his ‘saber startled him almost as much as it startled her. Gods, he really hadn’t been paying attention. The girl was only a few feet away from him, he should have sensed her long before now. That kind of carelessness could get him killed in this neighborhood. Anakin held the beam up to her face, the better to see her in the darkness of the alley. His mouth was already forming his standard, slightly condescending reply to her proposition. Something prevented him from speaking it aloud.

Maybe it was her superficial resemblance to Padme; the dark hair tumbled around her shoulders, the dark eyes blatantly assessing him. More likely, it was the unrelenting throb between his legs. An ache he’d been unable to assuage, no matter how many fantasies he’d spun of his beautiful Senator. Whatever the reason he found himself, quite unexpectedly, switching off his light saber and stepping into the girl’s shadowed domain.

“How much?” he croaked. His body was trembling, his resolve already weakening. What the hell was he doing?

Her smile was lascivious as she took his hand to pull him further into the dark. “We’ll work something out.”

When they reached the end of the alley she pushed him against the wall and rubbed her body aggressively against his, reaching for the belt of his tunic. Anakin’s hesitant hands came to rest on her bare hips. Most of her skin was bare, only a thin piece of black leather covered her breasts, and a piece barely larger than it swathed her narrow hips. She was slender, almost skinny, and had small hard tits. Anakin could feel them rubbing against his chest. His hard on could chip ice.

“What’s your name, handsome?” she asked, spreading the tunic wide and pulling his nipple into her mouth while, at the same time, slipping her leg between his to crush his balls.

“Holy shit!” he gasped. Anakin had to lock his knees to prevent himself from sliding down the wall. No wonder they didn’t want Jedi to have sex, he thought in wonder. Who would care if the galaxy fell to pieces, as long as there was still this.

The girl chuckled against his chest. “I give a discount for first-timers, Jedi. This must be your lucky day.”

He felt her working at the laces on his leggings and he brought his hands lower on her body, sliding them up underneath the cool slick fabric of her skirt. He encountered only skin.

“Ani,” he moaned, kneading her firm young ass. “Call me Ani.”

Her head came up and her hand grasped his penis, giving it a playful pump. “Pleased to meet you, Ani, I’m…”

One of Anakin’s hands tangled in her hair as he brought her face close to his. “Padme,” he whispered against her lips. “You’re name is Padme.”

“Right you are, handsome, how did you know?” She replied softly, closing the gap between their mouths. She never kissed clients - it was her one firm rule - but there was just something about this kid… Something special.

Her tongue slipped into his mouth, a swirling, silky warmth. His initial response was awkward but she patiently showed him the technique. He picked it up with no trouble at all. A natural. Her hand was still between his legs, stroking his length, but he had to move it away. He wanted to last longer than that.

After a moment, the girl pulled back to smile up at him. My… he really was a handsome one… Maybe it was her lucky day, too. “Tell me what you want, Ani,” she coaxed, running her fingers through his cropped hair, and then skimming them down his Padawan braid.

Her other hand was busy undoing the clip that held her top in place. As he was opening his mouth to reply it fell to the ground. His mouth snapped shut and he looked down at her in wonder. She laughed a little at his pole-axed expression and reached down to take one of his hands off her hip, placing it over her breast. The nipple hardened against his palm. Anakin didn’t move at first, but then he cupped the tantalizing curve, rolling the pretty pink peak under his hand.

The girl moaned, “That’s right, Ani, touch me.”

The sound of his name trembling on her lips made him groan. He had to have her. Anakin bent to cup her ass and lift her up against him. He wasn’t adept enough though, to position her properly. He cried his frustration into her neck as he bucked against her, seeking entrance.

“Padme, Padme…” he whimpered into her hair.

“Shhh, Ani, I’m here,” she murmured, dropping a hand between their bodies and placing him at her wet entrance. ‘I’m actually wet for him,’ she thought in wonder. “Okay, baby,” she whispered, holding herself just above him, “now turn around, so my back’s against the wall.”

Anakin nodded jerkily and swung around.

When she felt the solid stone against her back she braced herself against it as she pushed down.

“Oh, Gods,” he cried, thrusting up into her with wild urgency. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry…I can’t last, milady.”

She grabbed his head kissing him passionately as he came inside her. Milady he'd called her, it had been so long since anyone had called her that. As the spasms faded he let her legs fall, but still held her pinned against the wall. Her feet dangled in the air as the boy buried his face in her shoulder and wept. Her own eyes filled with tears. She held him against her, stroking his soft, soft hair.

When he was in more control, Anakin let her down and stepped back to tuck himself in. He avoided her eyes, clearly uncomfortable. The girl smiled ruefully to herself. This was familiar ground. Now he would throw some money at her and walk away, never once looking back. She was only a whore, after all.

When he finished arranging himself Anakin scooped to pluck her tiny top off the ground. Still not meeting her gaze, he motioned that she should turn. She did so in bemusement and felt his hands slip around her to gently clip the cloth in place. Next, he smoothed the skirt back down over her bottom. His touch was tender, almost reverent. The girl leaned her forehead against the rough rock wall and prayed for him to leave. He was too gentle. She didn’t know how to react to him. Anakin didn’t leave, though, he just stood behind her, stroking her hips. Suddenly, she felt the hair lifted away from her neck. His mouth brushed over her nape and her sex pulsed for him.

“Milady?” he whispered against her skin.

She paused before answering, savoring this precious moment of intimacy, but finally she spoke. “Yes, Ani?”

He turned her to face him, looking shyly down into her eyes. “I would like to…” His words trailed off and again he looked away.

Her hand came up to turn his face back towards her. “Anything, baby. Whatever you need.”

Anakin pressed a kiss into her palm. Then he shut his eyes and told her what he wanted.

The girl stared up at him in amazement. He wanted to what? No one had ever…

His eyes opened, and he looked down at her beseechingly. “Please, milady.”

She searched his face a second more then nodded, reaching for his hand.

When he encountered her slippery heat his stomach tightened with re-kindled desire. “Show me… Show me how,” he moaned.

Her reply was to guide his fingers inside of her while placing his thumb against her very swollen clit. She gasped at the pressure. “Gentle,” she breathed. “Small circles… Oh, good, Ani… That’s good.” Her head lolled against the wall. “Now, can you move your fingers in… yesss, and out…again…Faster… Don’t stop with your thumb. Ahhhh…Oh Light, Ani,” she cried, convulsing around him.

He pulled her close, pushing his tongue into her mouth and his fingers into her body, again and again. She thought the feeling would never end it was so powerful, so wonderful, but of course, eventually it did, and then it was her turn to sob against him.

He held her in bewilderment as she cried, finally asking what he had done wrong.

She laughed through her tears, only serving to confuse the poor boy further. “Nothing,” she gasped out. “You did every damned thing right.”

“Then…”

She placed a finger over his lips and shook her head. “Never mind.”
Her finger drifted over his chin and down his neck and torso, coming to rest above his fresh hard on. She started to undo the ties, yet again. “May I?” she asked, catching and holding his gaze as she sank to her knees in front of him.

The click of his swallow was clearly audible. “You don’t have to do that, milady.”

She smiled up at him, a wicked, sensual smile, before lowering her mouth.

Anakin gasped as her warmth enfolded him. It was incredible. She laved the tip first, running her tongue around him in a mesmerizing rhythm, before taking his entire length inside of her. The girl increased the suction gradually, rearing back to almost release him and then swooping down.

His hands tangled in her long hair, pulling her closer. His hips writhed. “Wait!” he gasped, trembling on the edge of orgasm. “Wait…” He pulled her head away and looked down at her, stroking his hands over her face. “What’s your name?”

Sparkle was the name she normally gave when they asked. If they asked. “Sondra,” is what she replied, smiling at him tremulously.

“Sondra,” he repeated, studying her face with serious eyes.

She bowed her head against the beautiful vision he presented. Her hands caressed his hips, his ass and legs, worshipping him. She was fervent with devotion as her lips moved over him, using all of her skill… He deserved her best. He had awakened her, made her feel again.

“Sondra!” he cried, flooding her mouth with his essence. Tears of rapture ran down her face as she sucked him dry.



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