Author's Note: Just be warned before you begin to read that this is rated M for sexual scenes. I hope you enjoy the story!
The Knight and The Senator: Chapter One
I fly like a Jogan-bat out of all nine of the Corellian hells across the skylanes of Coruscant, rushing to get my ass home to my beloved - and greatly missed - wife. I've just been granted a ten day respite from the Order and am excited beyond words to be able to spend some time alone with my incredibly gorgeous wife.
Kriff, I can't wait. Neither can my dick which is throbbing in my trousers, begging to become reacquainted with our Angel.
The war has taken a tremendous toll on the both of us, keeping us busy and apart from one another for ever increasing periods of time the longer the conflict rages. Even when we're together, we're usually too busy with the war effort to actually be together as man and wife. Not this time, however. I'm going to make sure that the war doesn't come between us for the next ten days.
Period.
I'll convince her to leave Coruscant with me so we can spend some quality time alone away from work, away from the stress that's been eating away at the both of us, away from the entire galaxy itself.
I can't help but grin when my eyes land on our incredibly tall, and immaculate, apartment building, 500 Republica, in the distance. I fly my airspeeder towards our apartment, exceeding traffic laws without a care in the galaxy and soon land on the docking platform just off the penthouse suite's veranda and park, shutting off the airspeeder, and grabbing my bag from the passenger seat. Leaping from my speeder, I wave my hand, closing the hatch with the Force and locking it.
Walking over to the veranda, I punch the security code into the security panel embedded in the wall, the transparent security barrier lowers and lets me inside the apartment. I rearm the system once I'm inside.
Its dark, only four dim disk shaped lights illuminate the expansive veranda's sheltered portico with its gushing fountains, two bronzium statues and many large potted plants scattered about. It's late into the night, and none of her Royal Naboo Palace Guards are anywhere in sight as I make my way into our apartment. I slowly move up the steps of the veranda, trying my best to keep quiet so I can surprise her in my own special way. We haven't seen each other in well over a month, and the last time I did see her, we couldn't spend any time alone.
My balls are turning blue at this point, and just thinking of her is enough to give me a hard on, just like at this very moment. But then, it also doesn't take much for me to come when she crosses my mind either.
And, that's my plan for tonight and the next ten days, to spend as much time together in as intimate a setting and manner as we can. Preferably naked.
Starting tonight.
Starting now.
With what I'm sure is a feral grin on my face, I make my way to our bedroom and toe off my boots just outside the door, picking them up and then quietly opening the door with the Force. I carry them inside our room and close the door behind me. Leaving the boots next to the door on the floor, with my bag next to them, I cross the room to my side of our bed. I drop my Jedi cloak over the chair in the corner, then unbuckle my utility belt and place it down on the chair quietly, along with my lightsaber, then shed my clothes, layer by Jedi layer, my underwear being last, depositing them all on the chair. Once I'm fully naked, I pull the sheets back and lie down next to my beautiful wife.
She's out like a light. Typical. She works so hard she normally collapses into bed exhausted from the long working hours she keeps. The moonlight shines into the room through the wide slatted window-blinds and lights up her beautiful face. She's facing my way, peacefully asleep on her side, her eyes closed, mouth slightly ajar as she slowly inhales and exhales. I rest my head on my hand, my arm holding me up against the pillows. She's so beautiful that she takes my breath away whenever I see her. Her long chestnut colored hair is draped along her pillow, and I run a few strands through my fingers to feel its silky softness. I've always loved to play with her hair, run my fingers through it. Just doing this relaxes me, but after so long apart, I can't be this close to her and not pleasure both her and myself.
Which I am going to do right now, if I don't I may just come all over the bed.
Grinning to myself, I gently pull the sheets back that cover her sweet little body. She shivers a little when the night air brushes against her skin, and she rolls with a low moan over onto her back, flinging her hand nearest me up onto the pillow. I watch with a smile while she resettles in her sleep. She's lying in her sleep clothes, a new negligee I've never seen before. It's just a short pink sleeveless nightgown with thin lace straps made from the softest Nabooan silk that covers her breasts, abdomen and reaches down to her upper thighs, leaving her beautifully toned legs bare.
I slowly push her gown up to her belly and then use the Force to pull her pink lace panties down her smooth slender legs and slide them off her feet, tossing them carelessly to the floor with a flick of my wrist. She moans again in her sleep, rubbing her legs together for a moment.
Her pussy, with its luscious dark curls, is on full display before me now, and I can't resist rubbing my fingers over her pink feminine folds, spreading her lower lips open with my fingers, exposing her clit to my hungry gaze.
She's so kriffing gorgeous.
I gently push one finger inside of her inner core and revel in the feel of her warm moist pussy. By the kriffing Force, she feels incredible to the touch. So much so, it overwhelms me almost, my eyes rolling to the back of my head, and I have to bite my lower lip to hold back a groan. I'm proud to say that I am the only man who has ever seen and touched her this way. That knowledge unleashes something powerful and possessive within me. She is my woman, my wife, and I adore her with everything that's in me.
She mutters something incoherent as I begin to stroke her walls with my finger, and her eyes slowly flutter open, as I begin to rub my thumb in circles over her clit. Her brown eyes land on me and widen in surprise. "Mornin', my Angel," I purr in greeting to her, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips before rolling over on top of her body and slide myself down her form, and lowering my lips to her pussy, inhaling her sweet feminine scent before licking my way up her folds and flicking her clit with my tongue.
That really wakes her up. "Morning, Ani," she rubs the sleep out of her eyes and grants me a breathtaking smile before arching her back and spreading her legs wide to give me more room to work with.
I appreciate that. She will, too, in just a few minutes.
After so long away from her, I'm finally back with my wife, where I belong, and I'm going to enjoy this, and make sure she enjoys it, too.
Very much.
I lick my way into her slick folds, my fingers keeping them spread open for me, one finger still inside of her, she gasps and arches her hips up into my face, pushing my tongue and finger further into her beautiful pussy, and wrapping her slender legs around the back of my head, pulling me deeper inside of her.
I'm literally one with the Force right now, buried as I am inside my wife's warm, tight pussy that's clasping around my finger and tongue as I lap up her wetness like a man dying of thirst. "You're so tight, Angel, and kriff you taste so damn good, Sweetheart." The sweet taste of her is intoxicating, and it doesn't take me long to bring her to the edge of no return.
It's been so long for the both of us, we're both wound up so tight that it's not going to take much for either of us to explode. I'll gladly give her this, let her go to the precipice and fall over the edge into orgasmic shock.
I rub my thumb in faster circles over her distended clit, insert another finger into her tight pussy and thrust them in and out of her slick folds, bending them and finding that one spot that makes her go wild, as I lick my way into her as fast as I can, eating her out, and the combination of my touching and licking knocks her over the edge..."Come into my mouth for me, Angel," I whisper, my voice husky and deep with need, and come she does, letting me enjoy watching her face contort with pleasure, as she breathes my name on a wail, and squeezes my head with her legs hard enough to make me go dizzy as her orgasm pulsates over my fingers, and into my mouth.
Her sweet milky pleasure fills me up, and I lick her up until she's dry, swallowing down all of what she gives me, I make sure to lick my fingers dry when I pull them out of her pussy, too.
Damn, but I love to pleasure my wife like this.
Her legs release their hold on my head, allowing me to crawl my way back up her beautiful body, licking my way from her tender pussy, through the short dark curls above her folds, pausing to rub my nose in her curls and breathe in her sweaty, heavenly scent, then on up to her belly, stopping to lick her navel, then under her gown which I lift up and slide off of her beautiful body. I lick the valley between her breasts, my face loving the feel of her soft breasts pushing against me. I pause and take time to lap and suckle her hard pink nipples, first the left, then the right, causing her to mewl in pleasure and arch her back, thrusting those firm, yet soft to the touch, mounds deeper into my mouth, my tongue circling each tip wetly. Releasing her breasts, I move up to her neck, over her chin and finally pushing with my tongue into her sweet mouth which is already parted and waiting for me. I claim her mouth forcefully, twining our tongues together in a languid passionate embrace.
Tonight's only our first night together, my ten days not officially starting until tomorrow, and I have no intention of wasting any of our time together. I'm not about to take our time alone together for granted.
This war could last for several more years, after all, and if it does, I want to be able to enjoy what little time we do have to just be like this. To just lie around and enjoy the pleasure our bodies give one another. To just be Anakin and Padmé, husband and wife, for a change, and make love like normal married couples should - and do.
To not be the Jedi and the Senator for once in our lives.
Our tongues wrap around one another, taking pulls and enjoying the feel and taste of the other. Our lips meet and try to mold together to become one. She elicits feelings in me that I'd never even known existed before I was reunited with her and we spent that time alone at Lake Varykino.
It was always a special place for her, and it became a special place for me, too.
It was the place where we shared our first tender, exploratory kiss.
It was the place where we said our vows, said 'I do' and became husband and wife.
It was the place where we first slept together and explored each other's bodies, even if I was self-conscious and unsure of myself because of having a good portion of my right arm cut off by Count Dooku on Geonosis and replaced with a metal forearm and hand, and what the kriff did I really know about pleasuring a woman? It wasn't exactly something we learned at the Jedi Temple, and I sure as hell wasn't going to ask Obi-Wan any questions about sex. He was embarrassed enough just trying to explain puberty to me when I turned twelve. I knew other padawans who had visited flesh houses across the galaxy on various missions with their masters, and they had sort of explained the basics to me. So, I had a general idea of what would happen on our wedding night. Still, the only comfort I had was knowing that she was just as inexperienced as myself, both of us coming to our marriage bed as virgins.
She is mine and only mine, just as I am hers and only hers.
Varykino became just as sacred as the Jedi Temple was to me, if not more so, and I really want her to agree to my plans and leave with me to enjoy our precious time alone in the one place in the galaxy where we can be secluded and alone to enjoy our time together- uninterrupted, and just enjoy the comfort of being around one another knowing that we're still alive, and safe.
And together as we should be everyday.
When I've gotten my fill of her, for the moment, and am ready to share my great news, she cups my face in her small, soft hands and presses sweet kisses against my lips. "I love you, Ani."
My heart melts, and I press some kisses against her lips in return. "I love you too, Angel." I smile and share my news. "How would you like to get away from here with me for the next ten days?" Her look is one of surprise at my words, and a small smile, like she thinks I may have gone crazy. If I have though, it all started on the day that she told me she loved me when she thought we were going to die on Geonosis, and that she didn't want to die without telling me so. I kiss her small smile. "I'm not kidding, Angel. I've been granted leave for the next ten days, and I want to spend that time alone..." I kiss her lips once again, this time, deeper. "With you."
Her small smile grows into a full on grin, then she's mashing her lips against mine like her next breath depends upon it, and I'm not about to stop her. I mash my lips back against hers, turning my head to come at her pink lips from different angles to intensify and deepen the kiss, growling deep in my chest as our tongues tangle again. My dick hardens, impressively so, and presses against her thigh like a durasteel rod. She pulls back from our kiss, eyes me wantonly, and gives me a little nod. Good. She wants this just as much as I do, and I won't disappoint her.
Nestled snugly between her thighs, my throbbing head finds her entrance, and brushes against the slick wet folds once, twice, three times, and then with a thrust forward of my hips, I push myself fully inside of her, bringing our hips flush together, my balls pressing right up next to her ass. She moans into my mouth as I fill her up, but I keep my lips pressed against hers and my tongue fills her mouth, finding hers once more. Our tongues collide, tangle, become one as we become lost in each other's bodies. I slide my hands up and down her sides, and come to cup her sweet, pert ass, squeezing it in the palm of my left organic hand, supporting my upper body with my mechanical arm braced on the mattress beside her head. Her ass fills my palm, and she wraps her feet around my own ass and pulls me deeper into her.
My woman's needy and bossy tonight, there's nothing sexier than that, and I happen to love it.
I pull out of her and push right back in, increasing both the force and speed of my thrusts. Her moaning gasps urge me on more and more. I find my rhythm, and our bodies sync in perfect harmony as we give and take the pleasure we want- no, the pleasure we crave that only the other can give.
She runs her hands through my blond, long, and somewhat curly hair, gripping my hair on the back of my head, tugging on it gently, and that turns me on even more and pushes me to drive my dick in and out of her at an accelerated pace, and it isn't long before we're both on that glorious cliff together.
I brush my lips against hers, my voice strained as I utter, "Let's come together, Angel." And jump off that cliff together we do as I spear into her once, twice, three times, and then her pussy suddenly clamps down tightly around my dick and pulsates around it, she cries out my name as she milks my dick in her pleasure, at the same time a moan tears out of me, both primal and quintessentially male, at the power of my release as I fill her up with my own orgasm in jet after pulsing jet of my warm seed.
Force, I needed that.
Breathing hard, we're both a sweaty, dirty mess, but that doesn't deter us from continuing to make love to one another. I keep my semi-hard dick buried deep inside my beloved, rolling my hips in a tight circle to keep brushing my dick against her still fluttering walls, as we continue to kiss each other hungrily through the lingering waves of pleasure rippling through us that we just shared together. We're both passionate people, passionate lovers, and whenever we're alone, we always try and manage to get in some time to make love or to just kriff.
I prefer making love to my Angel over kriffing her, but we're both often busy, and when I'm on planet and we are together, we sometimes have to settle for a quick kriff that'll at least give us some pleasure and sexual relief to hold us over until we can find more substantial alone time in our schedules.
Padmé's feet let my ass go, she rubs her soft, smooth legs seductively down the length of my much longer, muscled and hairy ones, eliciting another growl from me. She then releases my hair, and I pull out of her sexy, little body rather reluctantly and fall over onto my back next to her on my side of the bed. She turns over onto her side and presses herself against my firm body, snuggling into my warmth, her arm draped across my bare chest, and I wrap my arm around her head and shoulders and pull her closer to me.
Her breasts press into my side, and I love the feel of them cushioning against me, her pointed nubs poking against the skin over my rib cage. She runs her hand up my chest to gently scratch the slight blond stubble I have forming on my jawline, and she pulls me down to her.
Just as our lips are about to meet, she smiles. "Yes," she says then molds our lips together in a mind-numbing, toe-curling kiss.
Wait, what?!
The word confuses me for a minute, the kiss short circuiting my brain until I remember asking her to leave with me, and I grin widely in response.
She's agreeing to my plan?
Really?!
And, I didn't even have to beg her, or pull any aggressive negotiations this time, which neither of us can withstand for very long before we both cave and give in to the other, and no our aggressive negotiations do not involve a lightsaber...unless by lightsaber you mean my dick, then yes it does.
I cup the back of her head with one of my hands and pull her face closer to mine, running my hand through the silky strands of her hair. "Lake Varykino?" I say, breathlessly between kisses.
Her eyes lock on mine as we continue our kissing, and she gives me an affirmative nod. "Definitely, so let me go so I can pack a bag and make the necessary arrangements." I let her go immediately, after stealing one more kiss. She presses another kiss to my lips and then rolls off the bed, leaving me grinning at how perky she is all of a sudden, and stands to her feet walking over to the walk-in closet to get packing.
I lock my hands behind my head and prop my head up on the pillows, enjoying the view of her naked body. I can only see her backside, but she's kriffing gorgeous, a true angel. Her firm, round, pert ass and rounded hips sway beautifully as she walks around inside her massive closet to pick out the clothes she wants to bring, and often she lets me have a look at her profile as she turns, and when I see that, I can also see her round, firm breasts and the dark pink nubs that are still hard under my gaze.
She's by far the most beautiful woman in the galaxy, and I count my lucky stars that she actually fell in love with and married me when she literally could've had any man she wanted. That's how I know she truly loves me because I don't have anything to really offer her besides myself and my love, and because of me being a Jedi, we can't be openly married, forcing both of us to keep it a secret.
If she didn't truly love me then she wouldn't have put herself through accepting my marriage proposal.
She always was the smarter one of the two of us, the one who actually thought things out logically, and she knew that marrying me would mean she wouldn't be able to be open about it.
As far as the galaxy is concerned, she's a single woman, which I admit really pisses me off. Especially when I have to watch other men come on to her, as they do quite frequently at social functions, and pretend to not notice or care, when in fact jealousy boils hotly in my veins, and I long to run my lightsaber through each and every one of them for daring to even look at my wife...not to mention the thoughts they have of her that could almost drive me to commit murder.
Kriff, I hate that I can't tell anyone about us, and I hate that she can't tell anyone either.
Not even her own family, and I know how much she loves them. I've seen how much she loves them first hand, and how much they love her when I first met them.
It was also the only time I ever saw them, but it was a true eye opening experience to see a family up close as it should be, and they all treated me well that visit, even if I was just the Jedi Padawan assigned to be her bodyguard.
Anyway, I'm sure that's taking a toll on her, along with the war in general. I know that the war is taking a heavy toll on me too, between Ahsoka leaving me and the Order to go her own way after the trial, and the men under my command that keep dying, not to mention the Jedi. Its getting to be too much. That's why I got my leave, and if I had it my way, I wouldn't return. Ever.
But, I'm the Chosen One, and I feel that the Jedi Order needs me more now than ever before. If I leave the Order and Obi-Wan, and other Jedi or more of my men die, I'll feel responsible, and I don't know if I can live with that guilt. I feel enough guilt already for the death of my mother, and there really wasn't anything I could do to save her.
Yeah, I feel guilty for the Tusken Raiders I slayed that night too, but I admit I would do it again if placed in the same situation.
I'm not exactly a man with clean hands here.
I'm a General in the Grand Army of the Republic and a Jedi Knight, after all. Sometimes, we need to kill in the line of duty.
I took my first life when I was just twelve years old. I've taken many more since then. I'm not exactly keen on taking lives, no, but we do what we have to do, and I'm not one to shy away from my responsibilities, not when other lives, innocent lives, are at stake.
Padmé steps out of her closet, and winks at me as her beautiful, and still naked body is displayed before me. Her round and firm breasts, yet soft to the touch and her dark pink nubs are still hard and pointing my way, calling out to me, teasing me. The dark curls above her pussy are still wet, glistening from our earlier activities, and her pink feminine folds are yearning to be touched by me again.
But not right now, she tells me without words, as she sets her clothes down on the bed and begins to dress. "I take it that's my cue to get dressed, too?"
She eyes me, appreciatively, my muscled physique still stretched out across the bed, partially hidden under the covers. "I wasn't going to say anything," she shrugs, feigning innocence.
And that catches my interest. I love it when she's in a playful mood. "Oh yeah? So, you wouldn't mind me leaving here...naked as I am, huh? And, let all the women of Coruscant - and the galaxy via the Holonet, by the way - admire my bare form?" I throw back the covers and get up, walking around the bed, then stalk up behind her and slap her ass playfully. She gives a cute little gasp, and I lean over her shoulder from behind and pull her flush against my naked body, letting her feel my aroused hardness press flush against her back.
Her face turns scarlet red. She's so damn adorable when she's blushing. "I didn't say that...The only woman I want to see you naked is me, Ani. You're mine, and I refuse to share you with other women." I also love it when she's jealous, and that's what she is right now, though she'd probably deny it.
Amused, I lean down and tilt her head to the side, giving her a sweet, gentle kiss on the lips. "You don't have to worry about that, my love. Because the only man I want to see you naked, ever, is me. I'm yours just like you're mine, Angel." I'm a man who gets jealous pretty easily. I mean, I did kick Rush Clovis' ass for trying to kiss my wife, and she was fully clothed then. If she was naked or he tried to get her naked, I would've killed him with my bare hands like I almost did anyway. It's not something I'm proud of, but it's who I am, and she knows that. I do trust her though, implicitly, I just don't trust other men, I'm a man, and as such, I know exactly what other men are thinking, especially when they see my incredibly gorgeous wife.
Of course, as I said, I can usually read their very inappropriate thoughts as well, which doesn't help my jealousy one bit. She's got it all in one beautiful little package. How could they not want to be with her? Or imagine themselves being with her?
My hands roam up her slender form, enjoying the feel of the soft, silken skin underneath my fingertips. Our mouths are pasted together, sweet kiss after sweet kiss, and my dick is growing harder and harder until its as hard as durasteel, continuing to rub against her back.
I can feel her shiver in my arms, and she juts her little ass back into my thigh in open invitation. I lean forward, my bare chest pushing her back down to the bed, her hands braced on the mattress, her legs spreading wide for me, and I grip her slender waist in my hands, as I line my dick up with her swollen entrance and rub our sexes together before thrusting deep and hard into her with one swift movement.
She moans loudly, and I don't even bother trying to smother her moan with my mouth. I love hearing her moans and mewls of pleasure as I enter and exit her sweet, little body as I kriff her into oblivion, which is exactly what I do, claiming my woman in no uncertain terms.
I may love making love to her, but we both need this, and I'm not in the right mindset at the moment to pleasure her the way she deserves. Besides, she's the one who started it by bumping her ass back against me, letting me know exactly what she wanted.
Me buried deep inside her.
Now.
And, I'm not about to let her down, not when we both need and want this.
I let go of her waist as I hold her firmly down against the mattress with my chest and belly pressed against her back, my muscular thighs keeping hers spread as I thrust in and out of her body, pummeling into her, my balls slapping against her ass with each impacting thrust of my hips. I lick the shell of her ear with my tongue. "I love being inside you, Angel." My voice is gruff, deep, husky, awash in a tone so overtly sexual it's almost profane.
She's not one for dirty talk.
Never has been.
She's not even entirely comfortable talking to me about our sex life, but I like pulling her out of her comfort zone and do so by talking dirty to her.
She moans in ecstasy, and I'm enjoying this every bit as much as she is. Pumping my dick in and out of her sweet, tight, wet folds which clasp tightly around my dick every time I enter and pull out of her, stang, this is kriffing ecstasy. The feeling of being inside her is incredible, "So tight, so hot, so wet," I moan, and pick up the pace of my thrusts as her moans grow from a rhythm to a constant stream of sounds- until she cries out my name and milks my dick with the rapid contractions of her orgasm, and I'm right behind her- literally and figuratively speaking, as I unload deeply into her in several hot, wet bursts of my essence.
I collapse onto her back, dripping sweat and utterly exhausted. She turns her head to the side and smiles a satisfied, lazy smile at me. I smile back, waggling my brows at her, and lock our lips together in slow, lazy, languid kisses.
We're both spent, now completely satisfied with being together, and our sexual frustration is now a thing of the past after our kriffing and lovemaking.
I've known it since I was nine that we were meant to be together. I even told her that she'd be my wife one day. She called me a funny little boy and gave me one of her breathtaking smiles. She thought it was just a cute little innocent crush that kids have, but I knew it was more than that.
Much more.
She's been my destiny since we were both born. She is the woman I was meant to be with forever and ever.
Jedi Code be damned.
She's what gives me purpose in life and the drive to continue to fight as hard as I do on the battlefield.
I'll do what I have to do, to ensure that we can be together one day and not have to worry about war, about the Sith, about anything more than she and I.
That's all that should matter, and one day, it'll be all that does matter.
I release her lips from mine and pull my softening dick out of her perfect body, and rise up straight, stretching my sated body, letting her do the same. She does so, slowly, her legs looking weak in the knees which leaves me feeling more than satisfied with myself and my performance of my husbandly duties, and we start getting dressed, less temptation that way, though just looking at her is tempting enough.
Ten days, I remind myself. She's all mine for ten days, and ten nights.
We can pack a lot of lovemaking into ten days and nights.
That reminder is enough to get my ass moving back towards the chair where I start to get myself dressed again. I had no idea she'd be so onboard with my idea and ready to go tonight, I thought for sure that it'd take at least all night to convince her, maybe even part of tomorrow. I'm more than glad that she wants this as much as I do though. We deserve to have some time away for ourselves.
Take some time to get away from the war, to re-energize, and just be Anakin and Padmé, leaving our titles and roles behind on Coruscant.
Yes, we both need this, and more than either of us would probably care to admit.
A/N: Thanks for reading the opening chapter of The Knight and The Senator!
This story, as I'm sure you've noticed, is definitely a romance story, but as we get further into it, it'll become a drama, adventure, family and action story too. In Star Wars, we never really see this side of the characters, the franchise is a family franchise, after all, and what you've seen so far here is obviously M rated, as it will continue to be throughout the story.
I've already worked out the plot and story for the most part, with my beta, and I'll say that this isn't going to be a short story by any means. After the ten days and ten nights is the start of the Outer Rim Sieges, then we'll eventually get to ROTS. This story won't end or even really be the same as the movie, this will be totally AU, but I won't say in which ways, and I won't say which side he chooses to stay or go on, even if you can guess, and this story will go way beyond ROTS too.
Also note that every chapter will be in Anakin's first person, present tense POV, and I'll try to stay as true to the character we know (just with a dirtier mouth and mind, and more mature), but I'm also going to put my own spin on him as I'm sure you've already noticed. GL may have a great imagination and gave us the awesome Star Wars Universe, but some characters are rather dull, not very well developed, personality wise (and they're not all very deep or relatable, though I guess there's only so much you can do in two hour films). So, I'm going to be me and change things in my own way, even if its making some characters seem a bit different.
I hope you enjoyed the beginning of this story and will continue to read more! Not every chapter will be full of sex like this one, but there will be plenty of M rated sex scenes here. If you're a fan of romance of this kind, plus what I've already wrote above in this Author's Note then please favorite, follow and review! Thanks!