(a/n): A quick reminder that I made this purely for fun and it's not meant to be taken seriously :)
It had been quite an eventful day on the typically elegant and peaceful planet of Naboo.
A Separatist attack led by the nefarious General Grievous took place at the palace, ultimately putting the Queen's life in danger. You and your battalion of clones were sent to aid the soldiers in protecting the Queen and the other citizens of Naboo, to which you thankfully succeeded. With extra ammunition and one hell of an ambush plan, you were able to overpower Grievous long enough that he retreated with his squadron of battle droids. While your clones fired their blasters at him from every angle, you took advantage while his guard was down and struck him from behind. A lightsaber battle ensued for a couple of mere minutes--one that admittedly tired you put quickly--before you faked him out with a parry aimed at his arm, and instead used your other arm to throw his large metal body to the wall with the force, which took all of your strength. Knowing you had the upper hand, he quickly retreated before anyone else was seriously hurt.
Well, no person was hurt, but parts of the palace were destroyed from being caught in the crossfire of the battle.
You exhaled as the adrenaline left your body and was replaced with exhaustion. Before resting, you made it your priority to check on all the citizens, starting with the Queen, "Are you alright, your Highness?" You asked as you approached her. She turned her head towards you and politely waved off some servants she was speaking with, "Yes I am. Naboo won't be forgetting what you've done for us today." She bowed respectfully, and then dusted off her gorgeous, silk red dress.
You shrugged modestly, "We were happy to help. It's what we do."
The Queen nodded with a small smile, "Nonetheless, we are grateful that the Jedi are our trusted allies. If you wish to, you may use our washrooms to get cleaned off before your departure."
You looked over yourself and realized she was right. You were a mess; covered in dirt and debris, scattered cuts and blisters, and your hair was matted and sweaty. You smiled sheepishly and nodded in agreement. You went over to your clones who were celebrating their victory to let them know that they would be returning home after you cleaned up.
"Alright men," You started, gaining their attention, "I'm very proud of you all and your hard work will not go unrewarded. I'm happy to say that we had another successful mission." You smiled happily at them, causing them to hoot and holler more cheers. When the cheering died down, you continued, "I'm going to clean off for a bit, you all may wait in the ship until I return to fly us home."
They all nodded and saluted you, "Yes sir!" They then ambled out of the palace in a blob of laughter and easy conversation.
As you made your way to the public washroom in the palace, you felt light on your feet, a weight lifted off of your shoulders knowing that you had helped to save all of these people and their Queen. You practically skipped inside, and was surprised at how clean it was, at least compared to the washrooms back at the Temple. Marble white walls glittered as they reflected the bright fluorescent lights, and all sorts of fruity soaps were placed at each sink that made the whole room smell sweet and fresh. Even the floors, which somehow remained untainted under your dirt covered boots, showed you your own clear reflection as you looked down. The stall doors weren't white, though; every other stall was either red or gold, but each door was laced with a shadowy floral vine pattern. It was mesmerizing, to say the least. You found yourself tracing the black painted vines on each door for quite a few moments before you snapped yourself out of the trance of the beautiful designs.
Looking at your comlink on your wrist, a different satisfaction settled into your body as you realized that you were truly alone in this room and wouldn't be interrupted. You'd been meaning to call your secret lover, Anakin Skywalker, to let him know that you were safe. And you were planning to do just that, but you also had other mischievous plans in mind.
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Anakin was bored out of his mind. The Council didn't send him on the mission to Naboo, so not only was he worried about you, but he was never that great at doing nothing. So instead, he laid in his bed and tried to get some more sleep, but to no avail. His mind was running with thoughts of all the things he could be doing instead of being cooped up in his quarters.
So when Anakin's comlink began beeping, it snapped him out of his bored daze as he willingly answered, "Skywalker here." He greeted in a monotone, formal voice.
"Well hello, Master Skywalker." You purred into the comlink, feeling a wave of excitement rush through you already. Anakin was your one weakness, as you were his. You both knew the best way to press each other's buttons and the proper ticks of the other, and you planned to use that to your advantage.
Anakin blinked in surprise and his mood immediately shifted, "(y/n)? Are you okay?" He asked, remembering that you had practically ordered him to not contact you during your mission, much to his dismay. He wanted to make sure you were safe, but you told him that you'd call him when the mission was over, and that he shouldn't call you in case the beeping of the comlink ruined your ambush plan.
You chuckled, "Yes, the mission went extremely well and we're about to return to Coruscant. I've missed you." You admitted after a short pause, in a slightly higher pitched voice that you hoped would get a reaction out of Anakin.
And it did.
He could feel his cheeks heating up as he could tell what game you were playing; you knew that whoever you used your higher voice, it always turned him on, "Oh? And just how much have you missed me?" He asked in his low, seductive voice, pushing his blonde curls back out of his eyes.
Arousal began to slither through your lower abdomen as you leaned against the cold, marble wall of the washroom for support, "I've missed you so much that I..." You gulped, hoping your next words would send him over the edge. You were suddenly in a playful mood, "...I had the best dream on the ride to Naboo when I fell asleep, and put the ship in autopilot." You knew you were playing with fire, but were confident that this direction would lead him right where you wanted. You had the power to easily turn him on like this.
Anakin tilted his head to the side, already knowing where you were going with this, "And what exactly did I do to you in this dream of yours, Princess?" He asked smoothly, enunciating the nickname he knew you loved in a low growl.
His words sent another jolt of pleasure to your core which caused you to instantly squeeze your legs together in an attempt to alleviate the growing burn. You let out a small whine at the impact he had on you already, and began massaging the heat of your underwear.
"Y-you grabbed me as I was walking down the halls of the Temple, and pulled me into a small communications room. You locked the door, and instantly had me bent over one of the desks." You began, purposely talking slowly and taking pauses just to get a rise out of him.
Anakin grunted at his own arousal at the image that was now placed in his mind, and grabbed his already hard member, "Go on." He commanded in a husky voice.
Your breathing became heavier as you continued, "You took control as you got my clothes off, and then pulled your pants down."
Anakin's breath caught in his throat at the weight of your words; you knew he loved being in charge, and the description of your dream had him easily aroused more than he'd like to admit. Though he loved being the dominant one, a high was sent to his brain from the way you were being in control, and teasing him so effortlessly.
You chuckled at his responsiveness and went on, beginning to shimmy out of your pants while still holding the comlink up to your mouth, "You pushed your length in and out of me, hard and fast. You had me pressed up against the desk with one of your hands placed on my hip. Your fingers dug into it as you kept me from squirming. ." You had undone your belt at this point, and brought your digits up to your wet entrance as you re-lived your dream that you were describing to Anakin.
Anakin groaned, pumping himself as he wished you were with him now more than ever so that he could make your dream a reality, "What else?" He asked breathlessly, with clenched teeth.
You effortlessly fingered yourself, as you were already soaking from the pictures painted in your brain. You threw your head back against the wall with a soft moan as your fingers worked their magic, pretending it was Anakin who was pleasuring you. "This was during the daytime, so your other hand was clamped over my mouth to keep me from moaning so that the people passing by the room wouldn't hear me. My nails clawed at the table in front of me as I tried to be still and stay quiet. But I couldn't help moving my hips against you, and grunting into your hand as you used me, and praised me for being so good."
Anakin was passed his breaking point. He was a grunting, sweating mess. He knew what you were trying to do, and much to his annoyance, it was working. As he pumped himself faster, he let out a shaky chuckle, "My my, what a naughty girl you are. You like it when I use you however I please? When I pleasure you in all of your favorite ways?" Anakin was close, and he could hardly get his words out.
You gasped as you felt yourself nearing your climax as well, "Yes M-master."
Anakin growled at the nickname and bucked his hips upward, as that was the last straw for him to reach his pinnacle. He slumped back down and panted softly, feeling blissful as his sheets were now tainted with the contents of his pleasure. He knew you weren't there yet, though, and decided to push you towards your own release. "You only call me Master. Only I make you feel this way." He prowled seductively into his comlink.
Like fireworks, you felt the sparks between your legs finally explode as you came. You fell to the floor as you took your fingers out of you, and almost laughed as you realized you were dirtier than when you entered the washroom. Soon enough, you and Anakin both laid where you were out of breath and content, though you were in complete different planets.
"I love you, baby." Anakin said breathlessly through the comlink, his voice full of love and admiration. You slowly stood up from the ground, your legs wobbling as you leaned into the cool wall for support, "I love you too, Anakin." Deciding it was finally time you got yourself cleaned up, you made your way over to the sinks.
You couldn't wait to finally get home to see him.