It has been awhile since I posted a new story. This one was supposed to be a oneshot but it got a little longer than that... by 2 chapters so far. This is one of those rare 'ideas from after midnight' that doesn't get all dark and twisty so I have to say I'm proud of that. Another good thing is that I'm almost done writing the whole thing so it should all be posted and complete very soon! This is also the first story with some smut in it that I've written in awhile. I didn't think I was too rusty until I started writing it and having one of those "I can't believe I'm writing this" moments. Hopefully it's at least decent.
As always, Happy Reading!
Chapter 1
"Oh God," She sighed as she sunk down on him once again. His arms wrapped tightly around her waist, pressing his chest against hers in just the right way that her nipples chaffed against his. Lips blazed a trail of fire along her collarbone as her head tipped back once again and she lost herself in the passion and the lust she spends most of her day ignoring. Only here in the small motel room on the other side of town does she allow herself to let go. "Harder," She urged, mewling as his hands quickly found the swell of her ass and aided her as she rode him. He felt so good inside her- better than any of her past lovers- though she supposed that had more to do with how much more experience he had than anyone she knew.
There are times she hates that she has to resort to this- that rather than being in a long term relationship with someone, she chose to instead pay someone for sex. That's not to say she didn't try- she had had a few long term relationships while in college and for the first two years after graduating- but they hadn't worked out for one reason or another. And so, she resigned herself to being married to her work. It wasn't ideal for someone like her who dreamed of one day getting married and having a beautiful family like her sister, but she wasn't about to abandon her ideals to keep a man nor did she want to settle for someone who just passed for decent. She wanted to marry for the right reasons- for love, to have a family built on love. It sounded cheesy and cliché to her sometimes, but it was what she wanted. And so, when her colleague, Dorme suggested hiring a sex worker to help her loosen up and to take care of her physical needs, she was rightfully at first appalled though, after almost two years of being single and slightly envious of her sister's happy marriage and perfect family, she eventually caved one night after having too much to drink and allowed her friend to set her up with one.
Anakin was young- he looked to be maybe twenty-two, twenty-five at most- his age was never disclosed to her. Not that it particularly mattered. Their first encounter she was highly inebriated but she remembered it well enough- that and the terrible hangover that followed. Despite his age, he was good at what he did and spent the entire night tending to her needs alone. His hands traced every inch of her body, seeking out the places that made her squirm, twitch, and sigh before his mouth joined in, tracing her flesh in light but deliberate patterns that made her nerves rise to the surface before he even made it to her clit.
She suddenly felt herself being flipped over. With one hand wrapped around her waist, Anakin had switched their positions, her head coming to fall back onto the pillow, his arms framing her head as he hovered over her. He paused in his thrusting, prompting her to open her eyes slightly and the sight did not disappoint. His bangs were slightly damp as they dangled in front of her and his piercing blue eyes were dark with lust as he stared at her. One of his hands gently moved from its place by her head to her chest, the tips of his fingers lightly brushing over her erect nipple. The action pulled a ragged breath from her and he smirked down at her, the right side of his mouth curling into a devilish smile that made her positively melt at the sight, and he must have known that for not a moment later did he push himself further into her. Padme gasped as he hit a spot deeper inside her, her legs coming to wrap around his waist as his thrusting slowly picked up speed.
Padme remembered that first night to be one of the best ones she had ever had up until that point. His attentions were almost psychic as he learned quickly where to touch her and what to do to bring her to the heights of ecstasy. And that was only the first time. In the times that followed, he only built on what he had learned to the point she was sure he knew her body better than even she did.
She could feel him twitch inside her as her walls clamped down tightly onto him. His breath came out ragged as the force of his thrusts picked up once again and he gripped her left thigh in his hand, pulling her leg to wrap higher around his waist, sending his cock deeper and deeper into her depths. Padme groaned, her hands flying around his damp neck, holding onto him as they both neared completion. She felt the pressure in her body rising, and her eyes closed as the pressure released and felt the overwhelming rush of climax just as he reached his. Anakin's face burrowed into her neck as his back trembled and she felt each burst of his cock as he emptied himself into the condom.
They stayed like that for several moments before he managed to pull out and climbed off the bed to clean himself up and dispose of the condom in the bathroom bin. Padme sighed as she allowed herself to slowly stretch out, her legs ached and her body still trembled but she had never felt better as a small smile crossed her lips. Anakin returned to the room a moment later, standing near the foot of the bed, he looked around the floor for his discarded clothes but paused when he heard her voice. "Stay," She said and he obeyed, his clothes forgotten as he climbed into bed with her again and wrapped an arm around her.
Her head came to rest on his chest, their legs brushing familiarly against one another as she let her mind drift. In the moments following their encounters, she liked to pretend that this must be what it would be like to be in a relationship- not like the ones she had been in before where when all was said and done they would just go to sleep- but the relationship she dreamed of, where even once they were physically sated, they could still take comfort in just sitting together in the comfortable silence- to fall asleep feeling loved. Padme knew better than to fall for him. Everything about him was just a part of the act he put on to keep her coming back and she knew she wasn't the only one treated to the show. But still, it felt nice to pretend.
Anakin had left sometime in the middle of the night after she had fallen asleep, the small wad of money she had left by the TV, gone. It wasn't surprising as he would either leave immediately after they were finished or after she fell asleep if she asked him to. She often preferred he leave after she falls asleep if only because she won't have to see him pocket the money thereby making her feel less dirty about the exchange. The clock on the nightstand read 10:46, heaving a sigh, she relaxed a little more into the pillows, grateful it was the weekend, otherwise she would have had to endure yet another lecture from her boss who seemed more than a little eager to find fault with her. Instead, today she would just have to find a way to smile through her mother and sister's pestering her about relationships. No one in her family knew about Anakin- all for the best, knowing such knowledge would be traumatizing for her very conservative and traditional family.
She eventually mustered the strength to get out of bed and after a quick shower she checked out and got in her car to make the hour long drive to her parent's home. Every year her parents would throw a small get together of their closest friends and family around this time of year. For them, it started out as a way to always keep in touch with some of their friends from Yale but over the years it got smaller as friends moved away and life got more complicated. Now it was mostly just a small social event that was just an excuse for the immediate family to come together and interact without the fake pleasantries of a holiday forcing them to be merry. Padme used to love these when she was a kid and their friends from Yale would come. Her parent's friends were always so interesting with some of the most interesting stories from all over the world. One of them even founded a non-profit dedicated to fostering young girl's interest in STEM programs. And those stories were the sparks that led her to her current job at a local non-profit focused on improving the lives of urban youths. But the friends who told her those stories had long since moved on, leaving her without people who truly share in her passions and now most of the conversations at these parties directed at her centered more around her dead-end relationships than her work, which has become increasingly annoying to the point that she has answers already prepared for every question they will ask her.
Her sister's car was parked in the driveway by the time she arrived and after walking through her parent's front door she was greeted by the sound of tiny footsteps as her two young nieces swarmed her legs. Padme fell to her knees before them and embraced them in a large hug. "Oh! I've missed you two so much!" She said, kissing their heads as she pulled back.
"We missed you too, Auntie Padme," Ryoo, the older of the two said.
The sound of larger footsteps approaching had Padme looking up slightly just in time to see her sister come to stand in the hallway leading to the kitchen, her hands resting casually on her hips. "There she is! My baby sister!" She said laughing as Padme rose to hug her sister. "You really need to visit more. Pooja asks if you're going to be here every time I bring them here."
She couldn't help but laugh a little. It made sense though as Padme hadn't been to her sister's home since Ryoo's birthday six months ago. Sola didn't even live too far from their parent's- only about twenty minutes. But she had so little time to herself during the week that the weekends she often reserved to errands she had to put off, organizing schedules for the next week, making concepts for future events, and maybe if she wasn't exhausted she would send a text to Anakin to meet at the motel. She just didn't have enough time to visit as often as she would like to. "I'll try," She said, pulling back from the hug and linking her arm with Sola's as they walked to the kitchen. "So, what do we have done so far?" She asked.
"Oh, we're just trying to figure out what mom should make for the dinner," Sola said with a shrug. "You might want to sit that one out though," And they shared a small knowing laugh as Padme's skills in the kitchen were better suited for a poisoning scene in Game of Thrones. "Why don't you try and find the table linens? Mom can't seem to find that lavender one with the scroll pattern- the wavy one. It isn't in the linen closet."
"What about the hall storage closet?"
Sola gave a shrug, "Maybe, but I'm not brave enough to look through it."
She smiled as she crossed into the kitchen and watched her mother pouring over a printed out recipe as she tied her apron on. "Hi Mom," She greeted.
"Padme! I'm glad you're here do you think you could-"
"I've already sent her on a search for that tablecloth," Sola interrupted.
Their mother smiled and gave a small nod, "Well then, best of luck."
Sola was right not to search through the hall closet. Their mother had so much stuff it was a wonder to them how she managed to find anything at all. The closet was packed high with Tupperware filled with everything from old kids clothes from when they were kids to miss-matched china that has never been used. From where she sat sifting through the boxes she was fortunately still close enough that she could still engage in conversation with her sister and mother in the kitchen. It was a good distraction from the mess in front of her.
"…And then, not only do I run into his mother, but him as well," Her mother was saying. "When Paulo left right after graduating high school, I never thought he would come back. Didn't you think so too, Padme?"
High school felt like a lifetime ago for her and Paulo was not exactly a pleasant memory for her. He hadn't done anything wrong, he was just… full of himself. His passion for art made him a romantic by nature but his gift for it made him cocky. And looking back on the three years she had dated him, she wished she had gone for the school's linebacker. Gregor Typho might not have been well versed with flirting, but he had at least been a good listener and if she had known the guy had had a crush on her before they graduated, there might have been a chance. But that chance is long gone with Typho on the other side of the country working security for some celebrity or another. "Knowing Paulo, I figured he'd be anywhere but here," Padme said.
"Yes, well, apparently it has something to do with finding his muse again," Her mother replied, and she could tell she was smiling as she spoke. "Maybe we should extend an invite to him. A change of scenery does an artist good, or so I'm told."
Padme was grateful for the wall between them, freeing her to roll her eyes without anyone seeing. "He wouldn't want to come anyway," She argued. "He doesn't go to the kind of get together you're planning."
"Oh, you don't know that!" Her mother said, "Besides, wouldn't it be nice to catch up with him after all these years? You two were so close at one time."
"I already have a date," Padme said, the words leaving her mouth before she could stop them. Where had that come from?
The kitchen fell silent the moment it registered what she had said. Padme's mind raced in search of a way to recant her words. But there was no way to tell them she had said something else, and the scenarios in her head where she tries to ignore what she said only seem to make the situation worse. Instead, she focuses her attention on looking through the contents of one of the tubs in front of her that look to hold tablecloths. She hears her sister walk over to the entranceway of the hallway, her eyes seeming to burn holes into her head as she stared.
"Padme," She said slowly, "Did you just say you have a date?" The surprise was clear in her tone and Padme squeezed her eyes shut, silently praying for something to save her from having to come up with a story.
"Yes," She muttered. "I-I haven't asked him yet per se…" Her eyes hesitantly met her sister's, which looked beyond excited for her. "I mean, he's not really a date- just a… friend. He might not even come-"
Sola shook her head, "No, no, he has to come!" She said, pulling Padme into a tight hug and squealing like a teenage girl. "Oh! I can't believe it! It finally happened! You finally found someone after all these years! You know I was starting to worry you'd end up as one of those crazy single cat ladies without the cats."
Padme pulled back and raised a brow at her sister who couldn't seem to stop smiling, "I'm only twenty-eight," She argued.
Her sister just gave a shrug, before plopping on her butt beside her, "You have to tell me all about him! No, no! Don't tell me yet! Tell me after the party! Oh! I'm so happy for you!"
Padme gave a small pained smile before turning back to the tub and rummaging until her fingers met with a textured pattern. Pulling it out, she inspected it- lavender with the scroll pattern.