Dangerous Liasions
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Spoilers: Possible.
She had smoothed the wrinkles in her plain ivy green robe with her hand. Obi-Wan had passed through the living room, the stigma of sleep hung heavy in his blue eyes.
His hand roused in acknowledgement. She had called to him a simple pleasantry before the door of his bed chambers had hissed closed. Her tongue hugged her velvet lips.
"Anakin?" She whispered, into the cast of shadows. Her fingers twisted in the thin parcel of her robe that craftfully covered her body. His breath had frosted the cool air that enveloped the villa.
His blue eyes had slitted open to stare at her. His trance broken by the serenity of her voice. His body had rose from the shadows to place himself in an area where he could appraise his wife's beauty in a different light.
"Are you hungry?" She asked, her fingers twisted together in a maiden's prayer. Anakin had nodded. His stomach growled with hunger. He had not eaten well at dinner. His wife's foot had taken the pleasure away from the joy of food during dinner.
He had been shocked that Obi-Wan never noticed the display of emotions that passed across his face during the dinner. Padme definately did. She took joy in the sight of his misery as her foot caressed his crotch.
If the situation had been different, he would have carried his wife into their bedroom and allowed only the sun's rays to pull them apart. Obi-Wan had arrested those thoughts.
Padme had stepped away to the kitchen. He knew for a fact that she could not cook. The burnt offerings that she had proposed as food on their wedding night indicated that.
The clash of metal had propped him from his position against the wall. She called to him that everything had been fine. He frowned before he allowed him to settle onto the couch.
Padme had elegantly returned. Her hair slightly disarrayed by her accident in the kitchen, though untaunted by protective binds. Her hands tightly bound to a clear bowl filled with various red fruits and cream.
She took a seat beside him. Her face lightened by the gentle seductive smile that had warmed her features. Her finger had turned in the white gaze of the whip cream.
She had ran her finger over his lips and slowly forced them to part to take in the desert delight. Hs tongue had twisted around her finger before he allowed it to part from his mouth.
"Did you like that, my love?" Padme asked. A deadly smile crossed her face, as she took a seat on her husband's lap. Her fingers had once again dipped into the whip cream to repeat the process.
He had moaned under her weight. His glass blue eyes had smiled at her. He knew that he was losing the battle against his wife's seductive charms. She was too much for him.
Her fingers had plied for the red juicey strawberry and took it into her mouth. The juices had broke across her face. She had removed the half-eaten fruit from her mouth and placed it into Anakin's wanting mouth.
"We can't...not here, not now. Obi-Wan is just down the hall." Anakin dryly reminded his wife. Her fingers had tugged at the silver clasp around her throat that held her light green cloak together.
The ivy cloak had fell down to the marble floor. Anakin did not bother to catch it in his mechanical hand. His eyes caught on the sight of his wife in nothing more than her lingerie.
His lips had massaged the soft curve of her neck. She had smiled, arching in his embrace, allowing his kisses to roam over her delicate neck, elliciting a sigh from her over charged body.
"Make love to me, Ani." She had moaned. He nodded, lifting her into his muscular arms and carrying her into their bedroom. To enjoy the night's darkness to cover their love for one another and embellish in one another's bodies.
To Be Continued...
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