Minx
The sunlight hit her eyes, causing her to groan and attempt to cover her eyes. It was too bright - guess they hadn't done the curtains last night. She smiled groggily at the memories, remembering how charged it had been, the wonder on his face when she revealed herself to him, the odd feelings of self-consciousness she had felt. She thought for sure that after so many years of having each other in any semi-private room would have made any bit of nervousness disappear. But apparently, when they hadn't seen each other in months because of the damn war, feelings ran a bit high.
"I'm okay," Obi-Wan had whispered, trying to calm her while she stood between his legs, his hands running down her body soothingly.
Those legs that were, right now, nudged between hers, and those hands were covering hers and resting near her pillow.
Satine grinned a little, pushing herself closer to him and very well aware that neither of them had worn clothes the night before falling asleep.
It took a moment for him to wake - it wasn't often he was allowed to sleep more than a handful of hours before being awakened by some crisis or another. She felt a little bad, but the feeling disappeared when he gave a soft hum and tugged her closer.
"It's too early."
Satine smirked when she felt his hand move lower, massaging her breasts gently. "It's midmorning."
"What?" Obi-Wan raised himself on his other elbow, looking at the chrono before hearing her snicker. He glanced down, eyebrows raised. "Dawn just broke, you minx."
"Ah, but that got your attention, didn't it?" She all but purred, shifting onto her back, well aware he was getting distracted. "Afraid you wasted part of the day, hmm?"
He bent down, pressing a nearly chaste kiss to her lips. "It'd be such a crime, my love. I've waited too many years to be a part from you."
Satine hummed, feeling his comforting weight settle onto her while he gradually worked on her neck, teeth nipping her skin on occasion. A gasp escaped her when he made his way to her breasts. He had always loved her breasts - that had never changed in all their years together.
She twined her fingers into his hair, wanting some friction and giving a huff of frustration that he wouldn't give it.
"You don't have to be quiet," he chuckled, kissing and touching everywhere but the places she wanted him to touch.
"Stop being a tease," she countered.
Obi-Wan stilled, raising his head devilishly from between her legs. "A tease, huh?"
Gently, she tugged at his hair, leaving an open kiss to the spot below his ear when he crawled forward and feeling his pulse jump. "No one likes a tease," she whispered.
"No one?" he managed, words choking when she traced her nails down his chest, careful not to catch any of his scars.
"Maybe some." Satine smirked when she reached down, feeling incredibly proud of herself when he gave a moan and buried his face in her neck.
"Will you just let me make love to you?" he whispered hoarsely, feeling her deft fingers move.
"This isn't enough?"
Obi-Wan put his lips to her neck briefly, feeling a small smirk form while he moved his hips, hearing her breath catch and knowing she wasn't entirely unaffected. She helped him inside - hah, not like he needed help - tightening her legs around him, groaning a bit. He stayed still, not moving inside her, watching her eyes flutter closed.
He stretched out his fingers to brush at her temple. "Good?"
"I'm good," she managed once a moment had passed, her voice catching and fingers twining in his hair. "You feel nice."
"Only nice?"
Satine gave a noise of indignation - really, it sounded more like a whimper - while he moved his hips carefully, achingly slow. She usually tried to control the rhythm, command her own pleasure, but sometimes, it was far more pleasurable to give all control over to him. Fingernails digging into his scalp and neck, she made noises no respectable woman should ever make.
"God, you're beautiful," he murmured, pressing his lips to her jaw, trying to hit deep inside her with every thrust.
"So you've said."
Whatever his response was was lost in a mumble against her throat. He might have been talking - she certainly wasn't - but neither of them were caring. Well, they were caring, but more about pleasuring each other than anything.
Sometimes, Satine did wonder if he ever would have thought to give himself pleasure instead of her. An odd thought, considering when she tried to press closer to him, heels digging into the small of his back and fingernails raking down his back, he groaned, muscles tightening underneath his skin.
Her breath was coming short, and she tilted her head against the pillow - wait, no the mattress, when did her pillow disappear? - biting her lip when his teeth scraped gently over the newly presented skin.
"Babe," she murmured, voice strangled. "Babe, I -"
A gasp escaped her while he bit her throat lightly in response to her pleasure, moving a tad faster, feeling himself tighten, trying to -
His face tightened in relief, eyes closing and body eventually stilling. Unlike their youth, he did not move away as quickly, preferring to feel her heaving breasts against him and body twitching in the after-effects.
"You've gotten better at that," Satine muttered, slowly loosening her legs and running her fingers gently over the marks she'd made on his skin.
"Sex?" He mumbled, gently moving to be beside her.
She twisted her head, feeling a grin on her lips. "Making me orgasm."
"Mm hmm - wait, meaning you didn't always -" Obi-Wan spluttered, propping himself on his elbow while she stood and laughed to herself. "Satine! - what - surely I did sometimes."
"Mm sometimes." She threw a grin over her shoulder, one hand braced on the 'fresher door. "You were a bit - ah - inexperienced."
"Satine!"
Author's note: look I wrote smut
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