The Green Stuff - Sequel to 'An Encounter'

TITLE: The Green Stuff – Sequel to An Encounter
SUBTITLE: Pre-Succumb/The End Justifies the Means short story
AUTHOR: KellyB aka Pagan
PAIRINGS: Anakin and Original Character
DATE: Summer 2003
SUMMARY: This is a pre-Succumb/pre-The End story. The night before departing on a mission, Anakin gets more than he bargained for when he goes to his favorite lower level Coruscant club. It ties in with the Anakin of the previously mentioned fics.
TIME PERIOD: One to two months before the opening of AOTC, specifically the night before the mission in The Approaching Storm novel.
TYPE: Erotica and casual sex
RATING: NC-17.
WARNINGS: If you want to read a Disneyfied story of Anakin, stop reading NOW! This story is about sex for sex's sake - with moret than a hint of his obsession for Padmé. There's male crudity and casual sex. If you are easily offended – stay the hell away.
DISCLAIMER: I'm just a simple woman trying to make my way in the universe. I intend no infringement on the Lucasfilm characters, situations, or storylines. I'm making absolutely NO money off of this so suing would really be pointless, George dear. This rendering is merely for the titillation of rabid Star Wars fans like me who have WAY too much time on their hands. Bless us one and all.
CRITIQUE: Constructive criticism and comments welcomed - I’ll hear whatever you have to say. Please respond to kellyb701@hotmail.com
ARCHIVE: Sure, just let me know where so I can visit.
NOTE: Normal thoughts appear as: {thought}. Force thoughts, if any, appear as: /thought/.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: It was recently brought to my attention that due to AAF.Net crash some time ago all the fics suffer from formatting problems. This resulted in major typos. I am going through and correcting them. Unfortunately when you edit even one thing at this site it automatically kicks the story to the first page. So be warned, I have not added anything new to this story since it was first posted. All I am doing is correcting typos caused by the crash. Thank you (5/29/05)


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“Illusion is the first of all pleasures.”

Oscar Wilde

The dull roar of a hundred conversations hummed in the air around me as I eyed the contents of my glass with a grimace of distaste. I tilted it from side to side, watching the last remaining dregs of the thick green liquid coat the clear walls with its translucent sticky residue. How in Sith’s hell did Obi Wan drink the stuff, I wondered with a shudder. I. It tasted like nothing so much as the medicine the healer’s had constantly tried to pour down my throat when I’d first arrived at the Temple. Maybe that explained his taste for the revolting drink; Obi Wan was such an advocate for Temple life he’d probably forced himself to like the damn stuff just to fit in a little bit more with the Jedi Order.

Stern, disapproving green eyes seemed to stare back at me from the bottom of the glass. Once more my Master’s overzealousness for structure had taken a minor incident and turned it into a full blown argument, with me being on the losing end . . . again. So after my extra two hours of assigned meditation, I’d escaped the suffocating confines of our quarters in what I knew was an unflattering sulk but was powerless to avoid. Never, I thought, had a Padawan and Master been further apart in philosophies and temperaments. Despite the example set by Qui Gon in defying the Council – something I couldn’t help but admire, Obi Wan was determined to play by the rules, no matter what. He was completely unreasonable!

I scowled at no one in particular, convinced that if the Council said ‘jump’, he would not only ask how high but probably do it twice for good measure. Sith, he had his head so far up their collective asses it was a wonder his nose wasn’t stained brown. My irritation waned a bit and a wry smile twisted my lips at the thought of my fastidious and impeccably dressed Master with a smear of dung on his face.

My thoughts abruptly skittered to a halt, scattering like Jawas into the shadows of the night as the surrounding buzz was drowned out by the earsplitting start up of music. The heavy beat shook the walls and vibrated the tacky floor beneath my booted feet, sending the throbbing pulse traveling up and through my body until it seemed my heart and every cell within me was thumping in time with the strident tune.

Further thinking was near impossible, making it the perfect atmosphere for the goings on in the rather sleazy locale. It was that anonymous and mind-numbing escape I craved like a child craves sweets.

Not one being in the Temple understood my attraction to the seamy underbelly of the capital but then none of them had spent their childhood on the rough and tumble world of Tatooine. The simple fact was the teeming, dirty streets and the many dangerous creatures inhabiting them reminded me of home.

Obi Wan thought the lower levels contemptible, calling the area a ‘wretched hive of scum and villainy’. But then he said that about a lot of places throughout the galaxy. After ten years as his apprentice I was now sincerely convinced he was thirty five going on sixty. It just went to show what adhering to the rigidity of the Jedi Code could do to you if you didn’t let go once in awhile.

Pushing away both my glass and further thoughts of stick in the mud Obi Wan, I turned to survey the room while the bartender poured me a more appetizing drink. We were leaving on a mission the next day and I was determined to enjoy myself before I was surrounded by not one, but two Jedi Masters. The very idea of two sets of eyes appraising me, judging me and inevitably finding me wanting was enough to set my stomach rolling with dread. I deserved a little relaxation before being subjected to stereo lectures.

Desperate for a diversion, anything to take my mind off my apprehension, my eyes scanned the room with deceptive casualness, missing nothing in their calculated sweep. I was always on the prowl for a game of chance, an opportunity to bet. Such activities were the only way I could increase the small amount of pocket credits allowed the Jedi.

Stingy bastards.

I was watching a nearby sabacc game with growing interest when someone brushed against my arm. Without bothering to look, I automatically moved over to allow the other patron more room at the counter. The pile of credits in the middle of the gaming table I was studying so intently wasn’t that impressive but something was better than nothing. Besides, I was bored.

The randomizer doled out the next hand and more credits were thrown onto the table. I was only seconds away from moving in to fleece the three inebriated spacers when I felt a tug at my sleeve. Reluctantly, I dragged my eyes away from the gamblers and turned to meet a pair of familiar brown eyes. Unfortunately they weren’t the ones I would have given anything to see but they’d been close enough the first and only time we’d met. Now they flicked around my immediate vicinity, sharp and curious.

“Hello, Jedi. All alone again?” Her seductive voice caressed my ears during an all too brief break in the music.

She’d changed in the months since I’d seen her. Gone was the plain dress that left much to the imagination. In its place was an outfit that exposed a generous amount of cleavage and left her flat stomach and slender back tantalizingly bare. Her skirt was settled low on her slim hips and two thigh-high slits on either side revealed a pair of shapely legs. Beneath the virtually transparent material only a miniscule scrap of silk covered the juncture between her legs from leering eyes. But her hair…gods, her hair! It was still a dark brown but now it was softly curled just like . . . I swallowed hard as my heart turned over in my chest. She was wearing it up in a loose twist but tendrils had escaped either by design or in obstinate defiance and they brushed against her creamy skin enticingly. I had to fight the sudden urge to reach over and discard the two golden hair spikes holding her thick mane in place and set it free.

I studied her upturned face and its secretive smile with interest. It wasn’t just her clothing and hair style that had changed. Her face had thinned out and the last soft traces of girlhood had vanished. In another few years she would be indistinguishable from the pleasure givers who’d been working the scene for twenty years. Lines of bitterness would be grooved around her mouth and the tiny flame that still burnt in her eyes would’ve ceased to exist. It was a line of work that aged its players very quickly. Despite my hardened attitude towards the cruelties of the universe, I felt a brief pang of regret for her bleak future.

“Buy a girl a drink? Or is that against the precious Jedi Code?” She eyed me thoughtfully. “I’m surprised they allow you off the leash long enough to . . . indulge.” Her gaze traveled down to the crouch of my pants on her last word. My mouth tightened and any sympathy I’d been feeling faded away, evaporating into nothing. It was one thing for me to mock my brethren but quite another for an outsider to do the same. Her cavalier attitude towards the Order was one that seemed to be spreading on Coruscant. No longer were the Jedi automatically revered. With the recent rise of the Separatists and all the trouble they were causing we had somehow begun to lose a little of our luster with the everyday populace. It was a trend both puzzeling and disturbing. I couldn’t shake the notion a line was about to be crossed and that the complacent members of the Jedi Council were blind to all that it implied.

I motioned to the bartender, ordering an ale for each of us before she could request something different. I wasn’t about to let her stiff me with one of those high credit drinks that were ninety percent juice and ten percent watered down alcohol. From her appearance I guessed she was no longer free lancing which meant she was under orders from management to encourage potential customers to order the highest priced items. After her little act of sexual blackmail the last time, I knew better than to give her a centimeter of wiggle room when it came to my wallet.

A sigh of appreciation came from me as the cold amber liquid slid smoothly down my throat and washed the last lingering sickly sweet taste of the green stuff from my mouth. I eyed her appraisingly over the rim of my glass as she sipped at hers with ill disguised dislike. Grim amusement quirked at the corners of my mouth. If she thought a pretty pout was going to bring forth some gentlemanly manners and an offer of something else she was sorely mistaken. She was there for one purpose and it wasn’t to be my willing companion. If my pockets had proven empty she would’ve already moved on to more promising waters.

“You’re not one for talking are you?” She asked with an unexpected coolness that smacked somewhat of condensation.

My response was cut off when without warning the floor heaved beneath me and for one heart stopping moment I saw another face superimposed over hers. Then reality shifted, the floor steadied and I was facing the club girl once more. What the hell?

I stared down at the small hand that had come to rest on my sleeve, watching her fingers draw tiny circles against the fabric of my tunic. A momentary aberration, that’s all, I muttered to myself. My thoughts of Her were starting to affect me in the oddest ways.

Concentrating on the matter at hand, I gave into the growing temptation and took possession of a stray brown curl, rubbing it between my fingers. It still wasn’t as silky as Hers but she was obviously making enough to take a bit better care of herself. The soft swell of her breasts caught my appreciative eye next. Deep inside a familiar hot flare of desire burned its way to my groin and my mouth went dry despite the three drinks I had consumed.

Knowing eyes watched my face as I released her imprisoned lock of hair and took another swig from the almost empty glass. Damn it! I hadn’t come to the club for sex but my body was saying different. I closed my eyes and drained the glass as my thoughts whirled and clashed. I was going to be gone for who knew how long and to a planet which might not be accommodating enough to offer such . . . diversions. Not that I’d get a chance to seek them out with Obi Wan and Luminara Unduli breathing down my neck, I thought sourly.

I set my empty glass down with a decided thump and turned back to consider the girl who was eerily reminding me more and more of Her. Whether it was the alcohol or the increasingly torturous but sweet dreams that robbed my sleep, it was becoming difficult to separate the two as their faces merged in my mind.

A momentary dizzy spell made the room spin and I felt a reluctant admiration for Obi Wan. That green drink was more potent than I’d originally supposed.

A loud burst of static crackled above our heads and the blaring music screeched to a blissful halt. In the comparative silence, action and desire coalesced and I made my rather impaired decision. With a brief thought to the number of credits I’d managed to accumulate and what my body was so desperately clamoring for, I recklessly ordered another ale as well as one of the over priced fruity concoctions. Grease for the wheel.

“You want to talk? Then let’s talk. Come on.” I said with impatient abruptness and headed into the throng of patrons.

The girl blinked in surprise at my unexpected capitulation and then abandoned her barely touched ale to grab the new drink and follow in my wake. I made my way a bit unsteadily towards the target table located as far as possible from the dance floor. A rather insistent Force suggestion sent the beings already occupying it scurrying away to the safety of the more populated areas at the front of the cavernous room. A small smothered gasp of disbelief sounded from behind me but the smell of credits kept her following me as I weaved through the maze of beings without breaking my stride.

We settled ourselves on the tall stools and turned our immediate attention to our drinks. A collective groan rose from the crowd on the dance floor and I surmised there wouldn’t be anymore music for awhile which suited me perfectly. A pleasant buzz had enveloped me, making my surroundings flicker in and out of focus like a warped holovid. The tips of my fingers tingled and it seemed like events were happening on a five second delay. From somewhere, Obi Wan’s familiar lecture on alcohol trickled fuzzily in my head. Sith! Could he never leave me alone?

A bored voice pulled me from my confused reverie. “So . . . what now, Jedi?”

I frowned into my drink, trying to sort out my muddled thoughts. What did I want? I switched my gaze back to the pretty girl who wasn’t Her . I blinked. Or was she? No, of course she wasn’t. Oh but how I wanted her to be. I wanted to pretend. I wanted to imagine She was there and we were just two ordinary people out for the night. With the skewed logic that follows alcohol hand in hand; I threw caution to Coruscant’s artificial wind and ventured into the land of illusion.

The girl in front of me wasn’t my Padmé but she was available for the taking and I was going to have her. Or I would just as soon as them room stopped spinning. Perhaps it was best to stay seated for awhile.

“Flirt with me.” I said. “And my name is Anakin.”

“Flirt?” She asked in a tone dripping with disbelief, making it clear she thought me insane or just incredibly stupid.

“For starters, yes.” I shoved a handful of credits across the table at her.

She stared at the pile of money with a hungry glint, nodding her acceptance of my request without ever taking her eyes off her newly acquired earnings. The money disappeared in a blur of motion. The skill in which she pulled it off was almost fascinating. Idly, I wondered where she squired it away in her rather skimpy outfit but I abandoned that train of thought as the girl before me underwent an amazing transformation before my very eyes. It was almost like watching a changeling in the act.

In an instant, the cynical whore disappeared and she became the shy and innocent girl she should’ve still been had the galaxy been a better place. Her skills were being wasted in that hellhole; with talent like hers she should have been an actress.

“And have we just met, Anakin?” She asked playfully.

“We knew each other as children. Now we’re meeting for the first time in almost ten years.”

My hand tightened imperceptibly around my glass. Why had I said that? The words had tumbled out before I was even conscious of having formed them.

She studied my face for a long moment as if she could read more than I was saying from my expression and body language. And maybe she could because her persona morphed yet again. Her posture became a little straighter and she held her head with a proud tilt as a softly flirtatious smile graced her face. The lines of her body changed, seeming to elongate until they screamed poise and sophistication - despite the cheap outfit clothing her. Brown eyes, previously a bit wary, suddenly sparked to life. They weren’t the right shade of brown but I could make due.

The room did another lurching spin. Her image wavered again and She was back in front of me like a ghost. Padmé, my mind whispered even as the smell of cheap perfume and thick smoke told me I was in an alcoholic fug. Gods, how I wanted it to be real but with a shake of my groggy head the mirage vanished.

To Sith hell with it, for now she was whoever I paid her to be. That night reality was going to be what I wanted for a change and if my mind insisted on conjuring up visions of Padmé then I wasn’t going to complain or try to reason it out. The first move was mine to make. I smiled slowly at her, letting my gaze grow heavy and sensual, the first volley in our little game for hire.

I don’t know how long we sat there. In my oddly inebriated state that was further tainted by my growing lust, I completely lost track of the passage of time. The minutes raced past as we moved from our first tentative attempts to flirt as if we really were meeting after a long time apart, and on to the more exciting sexually laced innuendos. Practiced words spun a spell of velvety seduction, raising expectations and quickening the longing for the hunger to be assuaged.

Demur looks from beneath fluttering lashes graduated to bold challenges flashed with beguiling charm. The occasional brush of our hands shifted to full-scale caresses and a delicately sandaled foot rubbed provocatively along the calf of my leg and up the inside of my thigh.

The deep seated surety that Padmé would never be so brazen didn’t deter me in the slightest. This was my deception. It had been far too long since I’d sought out release and I’d suffered endless nights of passion filled dreams only to wake in an empty bed with equally empty arms. I needed that tentative hope of Padmé reciprocating my feelings more than air. I had the unsettling premonition that it wouldn’t be that way once we were together again - at least not at first.

But you’ll change that, the dark voice murmured promisingly.

I ran the pad of my thumb back and forth over the pulse point at her wrist and noted with satisfaction how much it had sped up since I had first taken hold of her hand. Professional she might be but she was too young, too new to have reached the point where she could remain coolly unaffected and detached. I could read the arousal in her eyes and it played straight into my fantasy for it to all be real; for her to really be the woman who plagued my nights and tormented my thoughts by day.

Oh, gods…Padmé.

A twinge of shame managed to penetrate the haze fogging my head. It wasn’t right. I felt like I was somehow using the woman I loved, violating something too fragile to bear close scrutiny. With my free hand, I lifted my glass up and drained the last of the ale with a fierce gulp.

The darkness crept along the corners of my mind, slinking out from its hiding place where it would lay dormant for months at a time only to take control when I was least prepared. The alcohol cracked open the window of opportunity, throwing it wide to let the black mist pour through. My ability to resist it, to control it, was diminishing at an alarming rate.

{Ani}

The affection laced name of my youth resonated in my heart. I hated the reminder of what I’d been but when it came from Her, I almost didn’t mind.

Heat, raw and powerful washed over me, dancing through my body in widening ripples before turning into pure whirling energy. Hunger, fierce and intense ripped at my insides, stripping me of my conscience and the thin veneer of civilization that man affected.

Something wasn’t right. Ale had never had such a bizarre affect on me before. I squinted at the far wall; sure I had just seen it move.

The girl was coyly running her fingers along my forearm, her feathery touch shooting tiny electrical shocks wending beneath my skin. Everything seemed more intense. My sense of touch, taste and sight exploded. The mish mash of colors in the club popped and shimmered like nothing I’d ever seen before.

Lust thrummed through me with such force I had to bite back a gasp. I slammed my hand down atop the one she was using to stroke my arm. My breath was difficult to catch but I finally managed to get enough air into my lungs to form words.

“You have a room upstairs?”

A quick nod confirmed my earlier guess that she did indeed work for the club owner rather than for herself. Part of me was grateful we wouldn’t be fucking in the alley but the other part, the darker part, didn’t give a damn. I was approaching the point where I’d have happily taken her there on the table for all to see, so great was my arousal.

“How much . . . how much for anything I want to do in that room?” I rasped in a hoarse voice I didn’t recognize as my own.

The price she named was more than I had, even if I hadn’t bought so many drinks and already handed over the cost of a conversation. Suspicion and a learned distrust flared. An indignant hiss slithered in my head. She was lying about the price. I’d made the amateur mistake of showing her how much I needed her and now she was trying to turn the screws. I didn’t hesitate for more than a fraction of a second. The throbbing in my body overcame my Jedi scruples with alarming ease.

“You’ll take one hundred and fifty credits.”

I held her gaze, my eyes boring into hers with a ferocity normally reserved for only the most necessary of interrogations. The fact I’d never used such mental strategies before should have given me pause but the shouting voices urged me on, overriding reason and compassion. Later, much later, I would be ashamed at what I had done but then I was intent on using whatever means necessary to slake my desires.

“I’ll take a hundrnd fnd fifty.” She replied in a dazed aonotonotone voice.

“Good.” I muttered without a modicum of remorse. “Come on then, let’s go.”


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I didn’t bother asking her where her room was. It was no secret. My intrusive foray into her mind had revealed where to go. So it was I who led the way up the back stairs, practically knocking over a man who was making his way down from his own tawdry encounter. The scent of stale deathstick smoke and sex rolled off of him like Hutt stink and I hurriedly pulled the girl up and away from the offender. The fragile bubble of make believe must not be shattered by so blatant a reminder of the cheapness of our encounter.

The door to her room was locked and she fumbled unsuccessfully with the keypad code, still numb from the mind trick I’d pulled. Her clumsiness was exacerbated by my searching hands finding their eager way beneath her skirt. An involuntary gasp came as I slipped my fingers beneath the scrap of clothing covering her nest of curls from view. She was already wet from our verbal foreplay and playful touches. The blood pounded loudly in my ears and I groaned with want as I found her tight nub.

I didn’t care that we were still in the hallway. The yearning to be buried inside her outweighed any lingering sense of modesty, decency and consideration.

“Here. Now.” I hissed in her ear.

A strangled cry rose with the same breath that forced the word ‘no’ from her lips.

“It’s not allowed. I’ll get in trouble – someone will see.”

Annoyance flashed in my eyes. We’d agreed on anything I wanted, so what if we were technically outside her room? A girl who performed oral sex in a stinking alley had no room to complain when her mark wanted to take her from behind in the hallway.

“No one,” I breathed. “Will see.”

Her slender frame shook as if chilled beneath my hands but there was no further protest. I drew her arms up, stretching them over her head, pinning them to the cool surface of the door with the invisible bonds of the Force. I wanted both my hands free.

Leaning in, I nipped at the exposed skin at the nape of her neck as I freed my aching erection from my pants. One knee worked to nudge her legs apart and I shoved the back panel of her skirt to the side impatiently. My fingers grasped the flimsy bit of fabric beneath and with a sharp tug, I tore it away. She wasn’t pleased with my action and cursed me with the vulgar vocabulary of the streets.

“You’re making enough to afford a new one.” I ground out as I pressed the head of my hard cock against her entrance. An uneven moan, low and needy came from her despite her annoyance at my rough handling. The sound spiraled straight through my spine as strong as any bolt of lightening.

She pushed backwards, grinding her firm cheeks against me in wanton invitation and I growled at the delicious pressure. A heady surge of ardor zinged through my veins and I indulged myself, running my hands over her buttocks and down the back of her thighs, the satiny flesh warm and pliant.

Pure adrenaline heated my blood as I admired the sight before me. Arms outstretched, imprisoned by the control I wielded, head bowed and legs spread in anticipation of receiving me. The visual feast gave me an incredible rush of power the likes of which I’d rarely experienced. And I reveled in the feeling of mastery over another being, bathed in the sense of dominance that had always been missing in my life, first as a slave and then as a Jedi Padawan. Later, on the long space flight I would reflect on that moment and feel a guilty bewilderment for my disturbing thoughts but then I felt only triumph, as if that were my due.

My lips found their way back to her ear as I nuzzled my cheek against her hair.

“Tell me you want me to fuck you.”

A whimper of acquiescence greeted my whispered demand. It wasn’t enough. I wasn’t going any further until she said the words and I didn’t care how long it took. The risk we were running at being caught was heightening my excitement. The thrill of taking her where anyone could wander by lent a decadent quality to the otherwise ordinary situation. Some compulsion within goaded me on in my reckless and unseemly behavior.

“Say it.”

I felt her entire body tremble. She wasn’t use to feeling this way. Her normal encounters were business transactions but now she was lost to her body’s unexpected demands.

“Oh, gods.” She muttered thickly before dutifully saying the words that inflamed me. “Fuck me, please fuck me.”

She wasn’t acting anymore and that pleased me, arousing me to a point beyond anticipation and venturing into the land of pleasure-pain. With a satisfied grunt at her surrender, my hips snapped forward and I slid deep into her, blunt and swift.

A harsh rush of breath blew past clenched teeth. Silken walls stretched to accommodate my ridged length. She was hot and wet and I pushed upwards until I was completely enveloped within her tight passage.

My eyelids fluttered shut under the intense sensations of being inside her. The squeezing of her inner muscles along my shaft nearly sent me over the edge. I stilled with a low groan. I couldn’t go slow this first time, not like I wanted, my lust was at a fever pitch and I needed to take her hard and fast.

“Brace yourself.” I warned harshly, grasping her waist with hard hands. My fingers tightened their grip, holding her firmly in place as I began to stroke in and out, giving every subsequent thrust enough force to almost bring her off her feet.

Our rhythmic movements increased as her excitement coated me with her honeyed essence. The slick sound of our bodies spurred me on even as our jagged breathing and unsuppressed cries threatened to give us away. As if I gave a Sith’s damn.

There was wildness about the encounter that ignited some primal sense of animalistic pleasure - waking it from a sleep it would never know again. Fucking in the hall, still fully clothed was decadent and wrong. Celibate the Jedi may not be but being so indiscrete would not go unpunished. I didn’t care. I felt free. I felt all powerful. And I wouldn’t go back.

Her fingers scrabbled, clawing against the door as she pressed one damp cheek against the smooth surface and sang to me in desperate whimpers. The sounds of her panting cries of pleasure filled my head as I thickened and throbbed with every pulse. Snaking my hand down to her mound I flicked my finger over her tight, sweet bud with growing urgency.

It didn’t last long. How could it when we had been building to that point for what seemed like hours? Within seconds her spasms of release began their greedy gripping at me and I growled harshly in response. I pressed my palm down hard against her bundle of nerves and she keened, bucking back against me frantically. Sharp teett bit down on her suddenly balled fist to muffle the scream that worked its way up from her throat. She was only partly successful.

With her cries still echoing and her delectable body still writhing, I reached my own grunting climax. A violent convulsion racked me as the coiled tension broke and I loosed my seed deep inside her in long, hot spurts. My body switched to automatic pilot, continuing to drive into her just as hers continued to tug at my length in an instinctive effort to pull every last ounce from me.

A satiated sigh of satisfaction sounded but I wasn’t sure who it came from. I leaned heavily into her, crushing her against the door and burying my face into the moist flesh of her neck. Nothing else was connecting in my still befuddled head except for one thing. I licked at the salty beads dotting her flesh, trailing my tongue along the curve of her neck and up to the shell of her ear. My heavy breath chased my words.

“Anything I ask for, remember? Now open the door.”


****

The room was as I expected, small and sparse but thankfully clean, containing nothing more than a simple bed, a small side table and an uncomfortable looking chair. Since it was situated in the interior of the building there were no windows, just a small door in the corner leading to a tiny refresher. I’d seen a dozen or more rooms like it since the age of fifteen and after an automatic sweep for potential danger, it faded from my consciousness.

The door slid shut with a whoosh and I immediately turned, backing her right up against the unfeeling surface with my body, clasping her head and forcing her moth open beneath mine. I pushed my tongue inside, sweeping the moist softness, plundering her, claiming every centimeter as my own. She tasted of fruity ale and sex; she tasted of defiled sweetness – hot and forbidden.

Hungry hands tore at my tunic and soon I was bare to the waist, my pants hanging by the slenderest of threads about my hips. My head was swimming with quickly renewing lust and a strange thrumming that buzzed in my head.

My mind flashed back to my first drink of the night, to Obi Wan’s drink. Through the layers of volatile desire and the accompanying cloudy dream-like state came a stunning realization. Alcohol alone couldn’t be blamed for the all-consuming appetite driving me towards such reckless behavior. I’d drunk my fair share of spirits in the past and never had the effects brought on such an overpowering, savage compulsion to mindlessly quench my passions. And it was then that I knew. My Master’s favorite drink wasn’t just an alcoholic concoction. The memory of the mediciny tasting green liquid flooded my taste buds.

Medicine.

Drugs.

The drink my Master indulged in was without a doubt blended with one of the many legal pleasure drugs available to any who desired its added kick. A silent groan resonated in my mind. I’d ordered a double.

My clarity of thought was only temporary. Even as the truth hit me, I was swamped by another wave of heat and longing so strong I flinched. Having her again was the only thing my body and mind recognized as pertinent. What did it matter now how I’d gotten to that point? I was helpless under the onslaught of drug induced need and I had no choice but to ride out the effects of the strong drug pumping through my body like liquid fire.

I ground my hips against the warmth of her giving flesh and it dawned on me that there was obviously one area where the drug its its limits. The ale I’d consumed together with my climax minutes earlier made it plain that if I wanted to continue, and the gods knew I did, then a little help would be required to speed nature along.

Harsh, ragged gulps for air filled the tiny room as I broke the torrid kiss and both our bodies tried to make up for minutes of oxygen deprivation. Shakily, I placed my hands against the door, the hard surface comfortingly solid beneath my splayed fingers. My knees wobbled as I drew back slightly and tried with limited success to regain some semblance of emotional control. The pitching floor wasn’t helping much either.

Brown eyes, dark and slumberous with arousal regarded me from beneath partially lowered lids. They took in my flushed face and the sheen of perspiration glistening on my face and chest and then a smug little smile curved her kiss swollen lips. Soft hands trailed tauntingly over my abdomen and then lower still. Lightly stroking my spent cock with taunting feather-light touches, she clucked sympathetically. The mocking sound grated on my nerves and set my teeth on edge.

“Need a bit of rest, Jedi?”

My mouth thinned at the derision in her tone. I didn’t like the insinuation that I was lacking when I’d just made her scream. She wasn’t the one operating under the influence of a double shot of some pleasure drug, came the resentful thought. It wasn’t her skull the stimulant was pounding away at or her belly suffering a dull ache that wouldn’t be appeased.

I met her challenging gaze with one of my own. The hard gleam lighting my eyes wiped the faintly contemptuous sneer from her face and I saw a glimmer of the vulnerability she normally hid behind an uncaring façade. It made her look younger, weaker…and even more tempting.

A split second later her attitude swept back with a vengeance. Gathering her scattered composure, she eyed the braid hanging down to my shoulder as if noticing it for the very first time.

“Why you’re not a Jedi at all, you’re just a little Padawan, a Jedi wanna be.”

Before the last word was out of her mouth, I had a hand twisted tightly in her hair and I gave a vicious tug. A startled cry of pain rang in the air and I reined my temper in as best I could. One of these days her smart attitude was going to get her in real trouble. It was a bad habit to mock and taunt when your customers were the sort who frequented such places. In her line of work it didn’t pay to say what she thought no matter how bitter she felt. She was damn lucky I was a Jedi and not a Sith.

I loosened my grip slightly and the spark of fear hovering in her gaze slowly drained away. An inarticulate noise caught in her throat when I pressed the length of my body against her, crushing her flat against the door at her back. I waited until her labored breath began to slow and my anger cooled before I spoke.

“No resting needed.” I said thickly, leaning in to nip sharply at the tender flesh of her lips before soothing away the sting with the tip of my tongue. “You’re going to suck me hard again with your sarcastic mouth and then I’m going to have you on the bed, the floor, in the chair – and anywhere else I can think of.”

She moaned against my mouth, her lips parting for the rough, quick kiss I bestowed. I let go of my fistful of hair and set my hands on her shoulders to gently, but determinedly start her on her descent. Only when she came to rest on her knees before me did I release her. A deep breath somewhat dissipated the whirling fog undulating in front of my eyes but just in case the floor started to roll again, I stretched my arms to their full length and pressed my palms firmly against the door.

At my feet skillful hands lifted each leg in turn, divesting me first of my boots and then my pants before moving to caress the bare skin of my legs. Fingernails lightly scored my flesh as her explorations led her ever higher. The teasing caresses had me poised to implode with frustration when she finally cupped me expertly and bent her head. I held my breath as her pink tongue darted out and she began to lick at my cock, still covered in a mixture of my seed and her come. The rasping strokes and delicate laps she was applying with such precision sent tremors humming along every nerve ending in my body and a melting heat unfurled in my belly.

Blood rushed with a vengeance to my groin and a hard shudder shook me as I began to rapidly swell and harden with her talented ministrations. The short little swipes turned into longer licks that traversed the entire length from base to tip. Every moan, every hungry sound that escaped her made me quiver anew.

The end of her erotic task was signaled by a regretful sigh. A warm current of air brushed along the sensitive skin at the base of my shaft and I choked back a moan. The pointed tip of that sweet tongue started a slow trace of the pulsing vein along the underside, removing the last traces of our first coupling. With one last lingering twirl over the glistening crown she paused and looked up at me with those deceptively innocent eyes.

“Master Anakin, shall I continue?”

Master. The desired title crooned in her insincere but smoky voice was almost my undoing. As it was, I had to use all my strength not to slide down to the floor like a boneless mess. A loud groan, hungry and desperate rumbled from my chest and I had to rest my damp forehead against one unsteady arm.

“Sith! Don’t stop.” I rasped on a violent exhale that left no air in my lungs. The knack she had for picking up on what excited me the most was uncanny. A sudden wave of vertigo hit me but I wasn’t sure if it was from the drug or her sultry provocation.

“Yes, Master.” Her voice purred and then she was sucking me into the hot, moist cavern of her mouth, engulfing me with an eager moan of her own. The exquisite tremors vibrated against my swollen member increasing the overpowering sensations of mind-bending pleasure. My world tunneled, shifting focus until my only reality was the silky, wet heat of her mouth as she sheathed my cock with exhilarating enthusiasm.

My hand found its way down to grip the back of her head as fresh beads of sweat broke out across my forehead and upper lip. Of their own volition, my hips began to roll, picking up and then setting the pace, working in tandem with the bobbing dark head between my thighs. The two cheap hair sticks fell to the floor with a soft clatter as I buried my hand in the curling strands, my fingers kneading and releasing the curve at the back of her head. I wanted to make sure I could pull out before I came and I didn’t trust her not to try and change the rules I’d just set.

Sharp fingernails raked my hips and thighs drawing a stuttered groan past the constriction threatening to block my windpipe. The delicious pressure was building higher and higher, signaling the imminent arrival of my climax. She sensed it too and increased her tempo, sucking harder with every downward sweep, her cheeks hollowing with her efforts, as she used her teeth and tongue to do indescribable things.

Limpid golden brown eyes looked up at me just as I swelled against her tongue. With a grunt of pained anger I yanked her head away before she could finish me off and win that unspoken contest between us.

Fisting my hand tighter I pulled her to her feet and into my arms. The room was so small it didn’t take much effort to reach the bed. With brutal efficiency I stripped her top from her and then loosened the drawstring to let her skirt puddle at her feet. Our mouths crashed together and then we were tumbling down onto the thin mattress in a tangled heap. I rolled her onto her back and slipped into her in one slow, easy movement, groaning as her welcoming walls immediately contracted around me. The sting of her nails at my back urged me to go faster but I refused to be rushed. The first time had been over far too quickly and I was determined to take her at a more languid pace. And after all we had all night.

The skin of her thighs, smooth and firm, slid up my sides to cradle my hips, and her bare heels dug into my flanks. Taking my weight on my forearms, I raised up over her, stroking in and out with a lazy, measured push-pull. I stared down at her flushed face, studying with gratification the shimmer of arousal painting her skin and the reddened lips parted to allow soft, gasping breaths and low cries to pass. Eyes glittering fever-bright held mine - desire and excitement gleaming in their depths.

Just as I was moving into taste those beckoning lips, it happened. Her features blurred and the bed, the very room, tilted, jigging and shaking like the cockpit of a starfighter under attack. I closed my eyes and tried to ride out the dizzying spin but when I opened them again it was to find Her beneath me. I started in surprise, blinking once, twice but this time the image didn’t dissolve.

On some level there was a part of me that realized it was the drug; that its obvious hallucinogenic properties had tapped into my deepest desires, my even darker secrets. But the part of me that was in control wanted to believe more than life itself that it was Her I wasing ing inside, that it was Her body welcoming me. Like grains of sand in the wind, my reservations scattered, blown this way and that until nothing remained.

Padmé. Beautiful Padmé, in my arms, beneath my body. Chocolate brown eyes, warm and melting. Golden skin smoother than shimmersilk sliding against my flesh. Dark brown hair, impossibly soft, framing the face I’d held in my heart since I was nine.

My hand shook as I tenderly brushed the curling strands clinging to the glistening skin at her forehead and temple. How long had I dreamed of such a moment. I let my fingertips glide over the gentle planes of her face, tracing her brow, the curve of her cheekbone, the line of her jaw, the delicate pout of her lips. Mine. The word came unbidden but I acknowledged the truth of it. Padmé had been meant for me since the moment I knew of her existence.

I dipped my head down and brushed my lips against hers; my mouth molding and shaping her pliant lips, gently coaxing them to conform to mine, to open to me. Her hands slid along my scalp, threading through my hair, pulling me closer, pulling me deeper into the slow, burning kiss.

The rocking of our bodies was a rhythm old as time. I moved inside her with long, heated strokes and swallowed her passionate cries as if they were the most delicious of foods. My lips followed the dew sheened lines of her face, tasting her flesh while I strived to go deeper, always deeper into her heated warmth.

Muttered words rang in my ears and it took a moment to realize they were coming from me. Her name over and over, chanted like a prayer; a litany of love springing from the wealth of all my pent up feelings. Everything suppressed rushed forward and tumbled past my lips. But only chuffing pants of air and breathy cries came back to me. Why wouldn’t she say she loved me?

Fool, came the hateful, mocking reply. Because it’s not Padmé beneath you; it’s not Padmé who you’re making love to. And even if it was, do you really think she could ever love you, a former slave - a boy from nowhere? My inner voice of doubt taunted me mercilessly, dredging up the insecurities and doubts that were always simmering just beneath my conscious thoughts.

{Do I frighten you, Padmé?}

The words bounced around inside my head like echoes off of a canyon wall. Brown eyes, dark pools of fear served as the mirror of my conscience. Sadness and type of sick terror reflected back at me as the small room vanished and for the briefest moment I found myself in a strange, dimly lit place that was totally unfamiliar to me. One hand was fisted in a forceful grip amongst the rich curls of the darkest brown and the other was stretched up, pressing a slender arm to the rough wall against which I realized I had Padmé pinned.

{Do I frighten you, Padmé?}

I already knew her answer regardless. She’s afraid but she wants you anyway, a knowing instinct told me. Then, just as suddenly as the scene had appeared, it vanished in a whirling vortex as if it never had been and once more I was back in the tiny room.

Former queen. Senator of the Republic. Can’t love you . . . can’t love you . . . can’t love you. The hateful words accompanied every thrust of my body as I slicked in and out of the tight sheath pumping me. My mind circled around the things I had said, the things I had done.

{Make her tell you then. Make her say what you want to hear}

Golden brown eyes opened to mine. I shook away the knowledge that they were the wrong color. Make her tell you . . .

“Padmé . . . tell me, gods, tell me you love me!” I begged, commanded, and cajoled all at once, my voice a ragged mix of feral need.

Inner muscles spasmed and her body arched beneat. W. Waves of release crashed through her, through the Force, but she still had the presence of mine to give her customer what he wanted.

“I love you! I love you, Anakin.”

Even as my body jolted her harder and harder; even as I exploded inside of her; even as I felt her take my essence that my body so gladly gave, I knew. My mind with the help of the pleasure drug had played me false. The dream slipped away and brutal reality set back in. No Padmé. No love. Not yet.

I rolled off of the exhausted girl and onto my back, shivering as the cool air hit the sweat slicked planes of my body. Deep inside, my stomach heaved and twisted before settling back in an uneasy truce. It had been so real but at the same time like a dream-nightmare I wished I could take back. I lay there in the tiny, murky room listening to the tempo of her breathing as her heart rate slowly returned to normal and I wanted nothing more than to leave and pretend I’d never consumed that green drink, that I’d never believed it was Padmé in my arms. But what my heart wanted and what my body could do in the state of drug and drink induced exhaustion were two separate animals.

The welcome oblivion of sleep reached up its arms and dragged me downwards. Each level of descent sloughed off a different emotion. Regret, guilt, shame, hunger, satisfaction, and yearning. They all were vanquished leaving me to the only night where I didn’t dream of anything but the shifting sands outside the doorway of Watto’s shop.


THE END

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