Melting the Ice
Beads of sweat form across the well formed pecs. Ironic. Because the nipples on the pecs are still harder than ice.
The abs are shivering, six pack expanding and contracting. The back muscles are taut and tight, stiff with stress. The Adam's Apple gulps nervously and the lips quiver with fear as the eyes gaze down at the colossal electric generator that is fueling this never ending winter. Somehow, the generator looks scarier up top than it does from the bottom. The voltage alone is powerful enough to freeze the planet, so it can easily kill the man who touches it.
The young man straightens out his broad shoulders and flexes his guns. Though no one can see him because he is up so high, Anakin Skywalker puffs out his chest with pride, knowing that his biceps are the bulkiest the Jedi Order has ever seen, or at least he needs the confidence before he jumps to his potential death.
A gust of wind attacks his armpits, which Anakin does not mind because his armpit hair acts as an insulator, but when the cold attacks his bare torso, he cringes in discomfort. His bare chest, from his broad shoulders, to his pecs, nipples, abs, are covered with blood, dried wounds from the leeches, the cave rocks and now the blaster bolts from the mutated Nelvaan warriors. There were about five to six bolts that escaped Anakin's lightsaber and grazed his collar bone, lowermost abs, left pec, right nipple and navel. This blood, in addition to the newfound sweat is not helpful.
"RAAA! The Nelvaan warrior chase the last of the Shakoan Techno Union thugs out of the factory and Anakin makes sure that there are no Nelvaanian stragglers left. Everyone has left the building.
"May the force be with me!" Anakin Skywalker hopes as he runs off the platform and jumps down to the generator, using his metal arm to latch on to the rails.
He carefully makes his way down and wraps his legs on the generator and hoists himself upside down. The last time he was with Padme five months ago, they were both upside down, in her bed, her on top, her tongue down his throat and her hands in his boxers, which she removed quickly.
The Jedi Knight ignites his blue blade and slashes at the generator but nothing happens.
He sees the crystal, the true power behind the winter and he summons it with the force.
Assuming that the electric force field is just a side effect of the crystal, Anakin stupidly sticks his droid arm, his ghost hand into the lightning.
"ARRGHHHHHHHHHHHH!" A voltage of shock stabs through his arm, into his broad shoulders, through his collar bone, down his pecs and even lower to his abs and Anakin screams in incomprehensible pain as electricity ravages his entire body. Anakin's nipples and navel vibrate with pain and he clenches the crystal as firmly as possible.
The crystal shatters and the sharpest edges attack Anakin's right nipple, slicing it and drawing blood. The generator explodes in all directions, with several pieces cutting into Anakin's abs, right pec and right biceps.
His metal arm is no more and he screams in agony, his bloodied bare chest, the perfect specimen, contorted in a painful stretch.
No Sleep
She watches his bare chest rise and fall as he sleeps. His pecs elevate, she lays her hand on his heart to feel the steady rhythm of his beat. His left biceps, impressive muscles lie next to his face, his left hand tucked behind his head. He looks cute, his armpit hair sticking out. She traces her fingers across her husband's nipples and that is when a warm smile creeps up his lips and his beautiful blue eyes finally flutter open. "Good mornin!" Anakin Skywalker greets his wife
"Good afternoon." Padme kisses his bare chest.
Anakin nearly bolts out of bed.
"Just kidding. Silly Sleepyhead." Padme straddles Anakin by sitting on his lap.
"Why are you dressed?" Anakin complains teasingly, as he slides his hand up her tight fitting green outfit. Her luscious curly hair tickles his abs, the edges fall into his navel.
"Got a boring meeting." Padme's sigh morphs into a naughty smile, as she grabs the tent in Anakin's boxers, causing him to moan.
"Senator Mon Mothma has arrived." C-3P0's voice booms.
"Better get outta here!" Anakin kisses Padme passionately and their tongues battle as she feels him up, abs to pecs.