The Smut Strikes Back
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Adult ++
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2,563
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The Smut Strikes Back
Author: Acaciah S
email: Acaciah@acaciahsrealm.com
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, OCs
Category: Romance, suspense
Disclaimer: All familiar characters & places belong to Uncle George,
the Great Flannelled One, all rights reserved to him. All
unfamiliar characters & places belong to me, with respective rights
to myself. No profits made from any of Uncle George's characters,
just some fun!
Genre: Star Wars Prequels, alt. universeDo I really have to disclaimer this? Sigh. Okay. Uncle George, I didn't make any money off of this. All original characters belong to me, don't borrow them, esp. Acaciah, because Anakin's the jealous type.
A/N: The timeline for this is Ani & Acaciah's courtship, and of course they've been separated for some time. I originally wrote this for Oneness, which had a TON of smut in it, and I had to streamline it a bit in the interest of moving the plot along.
That morning, Acaciah felt troubled, and asked Obi-Wan if she could visit with her cousin Geraint, who had an apartment in Coruscant. To her delight, he agreed, and soon Acaciah was at Geraint's doorstop, punching in his keycode.
She entered the quiet apartment, expecting he'd probably still be asleep, because Geraint was not a morning person. Neither was she for that matter, but she figured there was something in the Jedi Code forbidding sleeping in past dawn. She put some Jawa juice on and went into Geraint's study. The holocomp was on, and the figure at it had his back to her; Acaciah paused, sucking in her breath, for he was much too tall to be a Fiona man. "Anakin!" she gasped in delight, and the chair spun around to face her. Her heart leapt at the sight of him.
He crossed the room in one swift, fluid motion, scooping her into his arms for a deep kissed. When he finally let her up for air he said, "Geraint had the irresistible urge to go to the Interplanetary Ale Fest, all day." His eyes twinkled. "I don't know where he got such a notion into his head."
"You're a wicked man!" she exclaimed. "I missed you last night," she snuggled into his chest.
"You saou wou wanted me here," Anakin answered. "I do what my lady wishes." They kissed again, and Acaciah wondered if she was dreaming again. He must have flown like a bantha out of hell to get here this quickly.
"Mm, I used the new prototype," he answered her unspoken query, covering her with soft kisses, teasing her with gentle bites. He undid her obi, slipping away her tabards and tunics. Acaciah responded in kind, 'til he was bare-chested. She kissed his adam's apple, running her fingers along the rippling golden plain of his chest. Anakin scooped her up and placed her in the chair at Geraint's desk. He knelt in front of her and parted her legs, never taking his eyes off of her. He took a calf in each hand and unbuckled her boots, his lips following the retreating leather.
Acaciah bit her lip, "Come here, you tease!" Anakin only grinned, rising to kiss the hollow at the base of her neck. He nuzzled down to her breasts, delicately drawing a pink peak between his teeth. His hands slid beneath her bottom and removed the last impediments to their pleasure, and ran his fingers over her calves and up her creamy thighs, kissing down the curve of her belly. Acaciah sighed softly in anticipation, which didn't escape his notice. She gripped the armrest, bracing herself, but Anakin wasn't ready to give in to her just yet, wanting to heighten her provocation. He gripped her hips and kissed her thighs, his breath just close enough to warm her mons, and gave her silky thigh another love bite. She bucked in his grip, and he flicked his tongue over her swollen bud, drawing it into his mouth. Acaciah tried to squirm against his gentle pressure, but he held her fast. His tongue thrust against her heated sex, wringing a ardent moan from her.
Acaciah was white-knuckling the chair's armrests, her breathing ragged; she was ready for him, all right. He let go of her hips and she ground into him, her hips thrusting her need. Anakin pried her fingers from the armrest, wondering if her nail marks would ever come out of the upholstery. He slipped out of his breeches and carried her into the bedroom, setting her on the bed gently. It took every ounce of willpower he had not to plunge into her; they'd been apart for so long, he wanted to savor every moment they were together.
Acaciah thought she would die of anticipation; she wrapped herself around him, kissing him deeply. She sucked at his tongue and ground her hips against him, teasing the head of his rod with her wetness. Anakin gave a low grond snd slid into her, relishing her cry of delight at his sweet intrusion. "Oh yes, mi priana," he sighed, stroking her deeper and deeper. His love was with him again, finally; she wanted him as badly as he needed her. She felt so tight, so sweet, wrapped around him; he banged into her sweet spot as Acaciah tensed and moaned at the sweetness building inside her.
"Anakin, oh gods please don't stop!" she cried; Anakin beamed, watching her face flush with tension, building to their mutual bliss. He held her eyes with his heated gaze. "Vatsama aya nia, mi priana. Papa's not here, baby, tell me what you want!"
"I want you inside me; I want to be yours, Anakin!" she declared.
"You are mine, always Acaciah! We are One!" he replied fiercely. "I love you!"
"Yes!" she cried, writhing beneath him; he'd pushed her to her peak and she couldn't feel anything but him now. "Yes, darling," she moaned, "anything you want, anything!"
"Acaciah!" he shuddered, spending his seed inside her. "Anything?" he asked, an impish grin creeping across his face.
"Anything," Acaciah beamed, pushing damp locks from his eyes.
"Marry me?"
"I already said yes to that one!" she laughed.
"Now?" he prompted.
"Now?"
"Yes, now!" he beamed.
"Yes!" she replied.
Meanwhile, Geraint Sakarté had finally returned home after a roaring good time at the ale fest. He entered his flat to find the sheets stripped from his bed, and Anakin and Acaciah lounging on his couch, feeding each other grapes.
"Holy Mother Fiona!" he exclaimed. "Old man Kenobi's gonna kill you two!" He paused, paling. "Old man Kenobi's gonna kill me too!"
"Good evening, Geraint," Anakin said, casually popping a grape in Acaciah's mouth. "Ready to attend a wedding? I'm sure we can have some ale for you."
Geraint smacked his head, which already ached slightly. "Old man Kenobi's definitely gonna kill me," he groaned.
FIN
email: Acaciah@acaciahsrealm.com
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, OCs
Category: Romance, suspense
Disclaimer: All familiar characters & places belong to Uncle George,
the Great Flannelled One, all rights reserved to him. All
unfamiliar characters & places belong to me, with respective rights
to myself. No profits made from any of Uncle George's characters,
just some fun!
Genre: Star Wars Prequels, alt. universeDo I really have to disclaimer this? Sigh. Okay. Uncle George, I didn't make any money off of this. All original characters belong to me, don't borrow them, esp. Acaciah, because Anakin's the jealous type.
A/N: The timeline for this is Ani & Acaciah's courtship, and of course they've been separated for some time. I originally wrote this for Oneness, which had a TON of smut in it, and I had to streamline it a bit in the interest of moving the plot along.
That morning, Acaciah felt troubled, and asked Obi-Wan if she could visit with her cousin Geraint, who had an apartment in Coruscant. To her delight, he agreed, and soon Acaciah was at Geraint's doorstop, punching in his keycode.
She entered the quiet apartment, expecting he'd probably still be asleep, because Geraint was not a morning person. Neither was she for that matter, but she figured there was something in the Jedi Code forbidding sleeping in past dawn. She put some Jawa juice on and went into Geraint's study. The holocomp was on, and the figure at it had his back to her; Acaciah paused, sucking in her breath, for he was much too tall to be a Fiona man. "Anakin!" she gasped in delight, and the chair spun around to face her. Her heart leapt at the sight of him.
He crossed the room in one swift, fluid motion, scooping her into his arms for a deep kissed. When he finally let her up for air he said, "Geraint had the irresistible urge to go to the Interplanetary Ale Fest, all day." His eyes twinkled. "I don't know where he got such a notion into his head."
"You're a wicked man!" she exclaimed. "I missed you last night," she snuggled into his chest.
"You saou wou wanted me here," Anakin answered. "I do what my lady wishes." They kissed again, and Acaciah wondered if she was dreaming again. He must have flown like a bantha out of hell to get here this quickly.
"Mm, I used the new prototype," he answered her unspoken query, covering her with soft kisses, teasing her with gentle bites. He undid her obi, slipping away her tabards and tunics. Acaciah responded in kind, 'til he was bare-chested. She kissed his adam's apple, running her fingers along the rippling golden plain of his chest. Anakin scooped her up and placed her in the chair at Geraint's desk. He knelt in front of her and parted her legs, never taking his eyes off of her. He took a calf in each hand and unbuckled her boots, his lips following the retreating leather.
Acaciah bit her lip, "Come here, you tease!" Anakin only grinned, rising to kiss the hollow at the base of her neck. He nuzzled down to her breasts, delicately drawing a pink peak between his teeth. His hands slid beneath her bottom and removed the last impediments to their pleasure, and ran his fingers over her calves and up her creamy thighs, kissing down the curve of her belly. Acaciah sighed softly in anticipation, which didn't escape his notice. She gripped the armrest, bracing herself, but Anakin wasn't ready to give in to her just yet, wanting to heighten her provocation. He gripped her hips and kissed her thighs, his breath just close enough to warm her mons, and gave her silky thigh another love bite. She bucked in his grip, and he flicked his tongue over her swollen bud, drawing it into his mouth. Acaciah tried to squirm against his gentle pressure, but he held her fast. His tongue thrust against her heated sex, wringing a ardent moan from her.
Acaciah was white-knuckling the chair's armrests, her breathing ragged; she was ready for him, all right. He let go of her hips and she ground into him, her hips thrusting her need. Anakin pried her fingers from the armrest, wondering if her nail marks would ever come out of the upholstery. He slipped out of his breeches and carried her into the bedroom, setting her on the bed gently. It took every ounce of willpower he had not to plunge into her; they'd been apart for so long, he wanted to savor every moment they were together.
Acaciah thought she would die of anticipation; she wrapped herself around him, kissing him deeply. She sucked at his tongue and ground her hips against him, teasing the head of his rod with her wetness. Anakin gave a low grond snd slid into her, relishing her cry of delight at his sweet intrusion. "Oh yes, mi priana," he sighed, stroking her deeper and deeper. His love was with him again, finally; she wanted him as badly as he needed her. She felt so tight, so sweet, wrapped around him; he banged into her sweet spot as Acaciah tensed and moaned at the sweetness building inside her.
"Anakin, oh gods please don't stop!" she cried; Anakin beamed, watching her face flush with tension, building to their mutual bliss. He held her eyes with his heated gaze. "Vatsama aya nia, mi priana. Papa's not here, baby, tell me what you want!"
"I want you inside me; I want to be yours, Anakin!" she declared.
"You are mine, always Acaciah! We are One!" he replied fiercely. "I love you!"
"Yes!" she cried, writhing beneath him; he'd pushed her to her peak and she couldn't feel anything but him now. "Yes, darling," she moaned, "anything you want, anything!"
"Acaciah!" he shuddered, spending his seed inside her. "Anything?" he asked, an impish grin creeping across his face.
"Anything," Acaciah beamed, pushing damp locks from his eyes.
"Marry me?"
"I already said yes to that one!" she laughed.
"Now?" he prompted.
"Now?"
"Yes, now!" he beamed.
"Yes!" she replied.
Meanwhile, Geraint Sakarté had finally returned home after a roaring good time at the ale fest. He entered his flat to find the sheets stripped from his bed, and Anakin and Acaciah lounging on his couch, feeding each other grapes.
"Holy Mother Fiona!" he exclaimed. "Old man Kenobi's gonna kill you two!" He paused, paling. "Old man Kenobi's gonna kill me too!"
"Good evening, Geraint," Anakin said, casually popping a grape in Acaciah's mouth. "Ready to attend a wedding? I'm sure we can have some ale for you."
Geraint smacked his head, which already ached slightly. "Old man Kenobi's definitely gonna kill me," he groaned.
FIN