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So- that means this is rated MA for sexual content.

Chapter 6

Girl's night had seemed like such an excellent idea. Padmé had noticed Sabé's sulking and gloomy manner for the entire day and was determined to have one of her best friends just as happy as she had found herself these days, what with Anakin home more from the war. They sat near the fire together cuddled on the couch, enjoying the sweet red Nubian wine Padmé had stashed away for just such an occasion.

"Come now, Sabé, you know you can tell me anything." She urged.

Sabé had been staring at the fire, trying to avoid looking at Padmé. Every glance at Padmé thus far she had remembered the rapture on her face in her orgasm, the erotic positions that Anakin had posed her in, and last of all, all of the thoughts eventually led to a very naked Anakin. They always produced a blush, and a stirring of feelings she did not want to feel.

Perhaps she was just as bad as Obi-Wan had made her feel- and it almost felt like she had already slept with both Jedi. But now, as she realized it, it did not matter if Obi-Wan did not feel about her the way she had always imagined he had felt. Then again, she was not sure why she thought that in the first place. With a sigh, she turned to Padmé, trying not to remember Anakin. "Obi-Wan is what's wrong."

Padmé remembered that she had learned of Sabé and Obi-Wan through Anakin, and so she feigned wonder, "Obi-Wan?"

Sabé nodded unhappily, "Obi-Wan and I have been… uhm…" she paused, searching for a delicate way to phrase their relationship with each other. "We have been enjoying each other's company for the past little while." She finally decided on. She waited to see Padmé's reaction, and continued as she noticed the other woman waiting patiently. "He doesn't love me, and I'm afraid I was leading myself to believe he did."

Padmé let out a little sigh, both relieved that it was not something about the pictures, and that it was a problem that seemed relatively easy to fix. "So you love him?" she asked, already knowing the answer.

Sabé nodded sullenly, putting her head in her hands. "I do. And it gets worse." She looked back up at Padmé, knowing that her Lady should know about the current situation. "He found pictures of you and Anakin in Anakin's room. And he thinks that I am you!"

Padmé couldn't help but laugh. Mortified, Sabé pulled away from her friend, about to rise. Padmé pulled her back, drawing Sabé in for a hug. "Oh Sabé, it's not that bad! We can fix this!" but as she said it, she was not sure how in the world they would do that. Padmé went to refill both of their glasses with the full bodied Nubian wine. They might need it to calm both their nerves, now.

Sabé shook her head, taking several long drinks from the offered glass. "No, it just further emphasized his belief that I was just his play thing. His break from sexual frustration." She sighed.

Padmé grinned, an idea forming in her head. "But you know, all of us- myself and the Handmaidens- all look the same. For all he knows, Anakin could have been with Dormé as well."

Sabé laughed, "He would think all of this was preposterous, if he knew how much Anakin doted on you. But perhaps we can convince him that Anakin would get his desire for you out on Dormé, although that's not perhaps fair to her." She sighed wistfully, "If only he loved me, he would understand you and Anakin. But Obi-Wan doesn't understand love."

Padmé frowned thoughtfully, "But how did he react when he found them?"

Sabé frowned, herself. "He got rather possessive, as if he were angry that Anakin were playing with his toys, just as a child would do."

Padmé laughed again, "Oh, Sabé! Anakin is the most possessive man I know, and it's because of his love for me- not because he sees me as an object. Perhaps that is Obi-Wan's reason as well and he is just afraid to tell you or has not realized it yet himself." She grinned in remembering, "Anakin was tormented before I finally loved him back- perhaps Obi-Wan is in silent torment."

Sabé snorted, not able to imagine the more mature Obi-Wan acting as a sulky adolescent the way Anakin had. But, on the other hand, he HAD gotten rather possessive and almost ill-mannered after finding the pictures. She sighed again, finishing off her wine glass. With the last sip, it was starting to make her mind much more mellow and susceptible to more positive thoughts. She turned to Padmé, who was seeming to enjoy the fruity wine just as much. "I just want to have fun, forget." She shrugged, refilled the wine glass, "Even if only for one night."

Padmé nodded, understanding completely. There had been nights when she wished to do the same, especially when Anakin had been away and she had no idea other than faith whether he lived or was dead on a planet far, far away from her. She had a loathing of spending such time by herself, so she did not want to deprive Sabé, either. "I have an idea." She mentioned, grinning.

Sabé giggled, knowing her Lady's ideas were always going to at least be amusing. "Oh?"

Padmé giggled herself, "I bet you if Anakin was here, he would not know whether you were Padmé or I was." She motioned to Sabé's nightgown. "Except that you're wearing a plainer nightgown. We're going to have to fix that, if we're to play a little game with him. Come on, let's pick something out for you." She grabbed Sabé's hand, and giggled, leading her to her own wide wardrobe.

Sabé did not protest, curious to see Anakin's reaction to see if he was just as bad as Obi-Wan about determining the difference between the handmaiden and the Senator. She helped Padmé dig through her drawer of silky nightgowns, all of them much sexier than anything Sabé had ever dared to wear around any other man than Obi-Wan.

Padmé finally found what she had in mind, and held up a rather lacy and acutely transparent white gown. It led little to mystery. Sabé blushed miserably upon imagining Anakin's hot gaze raking over her body, seeing the curve of hips, the swell of her breasts, and the mound between her legs which she noticed was already beginning to moisten in anticipation. She turned a brighter red noticing she was looking forward to another man seeing her naked.

Padmé grinned, leaning close to Sabé, who had not previously noticed how scantily she had been dressed. Padmé's own number was not quite as transparent but much shorter, dancing right below her bottom and dipping low into her cleavage. It was more firm in the front, almost with a bustier which lifted Padmé's breasts, forming lovely hills which she knew Anakin would find irresistible. Padmé drew her hands behind Sabé's head, pulling her hair out of its loose bun. She threaded her fingers through the hair, resting her hands on Sabé's shoulder. "There, he loves it down." She held the gown up to Sabé, her fingers brushing against breasts which were already starting to sensitize. "It will look lovely on you."

Sabé nodded slowly, her brain foggy with the alcohol and the pleasurable feelings muddying her mind. She still dwelled on the thought of Anakin seeing her as Padmé, taking her into his arms, and using his lips to suckle her breasts, much as she had seen him do to Padmé in the pictures. It was a guilty pleasure, and she wondered also if younger Anakin was even more virile than his Master, and whether his hands would feel different on her bare skin. Her imagination alone was making liquid heat pool between her legs.

She had undressed around Padmé more times than she could count, but the thoughts were making her clumsier than she could imagine. She was not sure she wanted Padmé to know just how arousing it would be for Sabé to be Padmé for a while. She tried lifting the nightgown, and kept tripping with the sleeves.

Padmé giggled, and helped her out of the nightgown, her own fingers soft against Sabé's skin when they briefly touched. Padmé helped her into the lacy, flimsy number, grinning in satisfaction. "He will never know." She laughed, finding perfume on her night table. She squirted a few squirts on Sabé's neck, threading her fingers through her hair once more. Padmé giggled as another idea came to her, and she found a pair of strappy heels and white stockings that would have gone well with the gown. But she shook her head at last, "Do not want to be too obvious."

Sabé was conflicted as to whether she should be grateful or not. She knew the heels would immediately draw Anakin's attention, from what she had learned of his sexual tastes in preparing Padmé many a night. She did not want Padmé to be left out of her lover, but she secretly wanted Anakin's attention, if only for the night. She was beginning to yearn his erotic perusal of her body. She would even whisper to him that she would be his toy as well, if that was what he wanted, if only for the night.

Inside, the guilt for Obi-Wan flared, but she put it aside. Tonight, she was exactly what he said she was- she was in this for the fun of it. If he did not expect loyalty of her, she would do just that.

Padmé took her hand, and they went to the living area once more, where Anakin had already arrived. She giggled, realizing that her plan would not have to wait until they had both lost their nerve. "Anakin, I imagine you have just as difficult a time telling the difference between the two of us as Obi-Wan does."

Sabé stopped, unable to move as she realized that Anakin's eyes were definitely on her. Her flesh heated; she flushed as she knew that his eyes dwelled on the rosy spots of her nipples that barely peeked through the intricate lace of the upper portion of the gown. She squeezed Padmé's hand tight.

Padmé was enjoying every moment of watching Anakin squirm, knowing he had two Padmés to pick from. She had long thought of giving him this opportunity.

Anakin took a deep breath, his eyes going from the swell of Padmé's breast in her red bustier to the curve of Sabé's hips, incredulous at what Padmé seemed to be offering. He grew hard just thinking of Padmé and Sabé together with him. He looked between them, swallowed hard, and asked, trying to keep the frog out of his throat, "And how am I supposed to determine that?"

Padmé gestured lightly for her to lead, so as not to give the impression yet of who was who. "How else would you determine who your lover was? Why with a kiss, of course!"

Let me know if I'm going too far with this one, I'm playing around with an idea here. If you are against the three of them being together, let me know that now. I am writing this for you guys, of course.

I just want to try something new. And it IS a smut, after all!