Tired. Maybe that was the word she was looking for? Mentally exhausted was more like it. After the battle with Revan and her appointment as Minister of Imperial Intelligence, everything had slowly started to be more behind-the-desk than in-field work. She needed a distraction from this damn work. Anything at this point would work. Her eyes grazed the clock at the end of her desk. It read 03:53. She tapped it several times. Maybe it was a glitch? There's no way she'd really been up this long.
A soft knock drew her attention. It couldn't be. A familiar scent slipped past her nostrils. Oil and walking sex. It was him.
"Delivery!" He called, poking his head into her office.
Greeting her was a strapping young man with amber eyes and a smile that could light up even the darkest of rooms. In his hands were a holopad and what appeared to be a basket; it's contents hidden by its cover. She returned his smile with that of her own and motioned to the table top next to her. Without another word, he placed the contents down and gave her a side hug.
Her attention turned towards the holopad. "What's this?"
"I'm not quite sure," he replied, allowing the woman to take the object from him. "I just offered to bring it to you for some Ensign."
His reply earned a confused look from the woman with whom he adored greatly.
"It's a nice place you got here," he began, massaging her shoulders whilst skimming whatever information was projected on the table.
She scoffed at the man's compliment for the room was more empty than anything. The only thing that added character was the large window behind her that overlooked the capital plaza. She playfully swatted away his hands to which he held them up in defeat.
"Lil' dark and gloomy for my tastes but hey," he leaned over the back of her chair far enough to allow him to engulf her in his warm embrace. "Beggars can't be choosers huh?"
She sighed, leaning her head against his. "I would feel insulted by those words but I understand the implication you're making. I'm honored to have been assigned this position."
His response was that of a light peck on her jaw. "Of course, Minister Beniko. I had no doubt that you are. So then tell me, what's my lovely Sith lord up to these days?"
She rolled her eyes as if they hadn't seen each other in a couple of weeks ago. "Captain please, if I were to tell you, I'd have to kill you."
"Is that right?" Aenaes pressed his lips to the corner of hers, earning a smile.
"Here I thought…"
He kissed her cheek.
"I…"
Next, her jaw. Her head instinctively leaning towards him.
"Was…"
His warm tongue slid along her neck sending shivers down her spine. He brought his voice to a near hush.
"Your favorite."
He nipped her ear cause her to jump.
"Aenaes! You bast—" her initial thought had fluttered away the moment the man had dropped into a crouch.
He brought a finger to his lips, silencing her. He'd slid under her desk and pulled her towards him, initially trapping him in the confined space. Before she could ask what he was doing, two Ciphers had entered the room. He must've heard them coming down the hallway.
Aenaes held tightly to the woman's waist, his head on her lap with what comfort that provided. Only the collective voices of the three imperials filled his ears. Lana made eye contact but only for a split second. His heart was racing for he knew the consequences if he'd gotten caught. A republic smuggler with the minister of Sith Intelligence on the Empires capital world.
He was stuck here so to speak. He shifted his head downward so that his forehead wouldn't get cut by her belt buckle. Something he wasn't quite fond of.
Not fond of indeed…
Lana dipped her hand below her desk to try and calm the man but also remind him of where's he was. The response he gave was that of his hand guiding hers to his hair. With his other hand he slid his fingers under her belt buckle and unlatched it without making a sound.
She cleared her throat.
Lana leaned forward to rest her elbow on her desk trying to focus on her subordinates debriefing. He slid the buckle off and undid the hem of her shirt exposing the area just above her waist.
Aenaes looked up to her waiting for a nod of approval to keep going.
"Are we doing good Minister?" The Ciphers asked.
Right on queue.
Lana shot a glance down to the captain then back to her workers.
"You're doing just fine, continue." She replied, almost breathlessly.
Just fine? A low chuckle escaped his throat, the vibrations could be felt to her core. He'd show her.
She exhaled sharply, tugging at Aenaes's hair which only brought him closer. His breath now tickled the hairs along her skin. He smirked, looking up again to the goddess sitting above him as he kissed a path along her waist. This wasn't the body of just some Sith lord, oh no no no, this was the body of a trained killer both in the mentally and physically. Her prowess was one that left him in awe. Every breath he took in was that of raw power. Her power. To call her his was an honor and he'd continue to treat it as such.
His Lana Beniko…
Her breath hitched the moment his warm tongue touched her skin once more.
Damn this man and his skilled–
A groan nearly slipped the moment she felt him begin to massage her waist. Try as she might to ignore the growing heat between her thighs, her hips said otherwise as they shook ever so slightly.
She needed him… she needed him now.
As if he'd read her mind, Aenaes began to slide her pants down far enough for him to snake his head between her thighs and the fabric placing him close to her heat but far enough for him to just tease her. With his free hand, he pulled her towards him.
A look of surprise over came his features.
This naughty girl…
Aenaes slid the tip of his tongue along her folds which caused her thighs to clamp around his head. His action surprised her. Her hips moved in sync with the light strokes of his tongue.
"The information we'd received from Ziost is detailed on the holopad Ensign 5 was supposed to deliver." The Ciphers informed turning back to the information being projected into the air. "We've located the planet."
Lana gripped Aenaes's hair, locking with eyes with the man teasing her in all the right areas. "Mhmm, right there."
She needed to feel more of him. She needed him deeper. She needed him inside her. With the hand that was in buried in his hair, she tried to pull him closer.
In classic Aenaes fashion, while he let her be in control, he still had his fun toying with her. Instead of indulging her needs, he turned his head to kiss and nip at the skin of her thighs.
She let a soft whimper slip.
That was it.
"I've heard enough. Out. The two of you. I'll follow up on this lead immediately."
Both of the agents bowed then exited the office. As quickly as she could, she reached for two switches under her desk. One reworked the feeds to simulate her working and the other to lock the door to her office. Aenaes wasted no time pulling her pants off.
"Aenaes you god damn—" her mind went blank the moment his warm breath washed over her sex and instinctively both of her hands were now anchored in his hair.
Careful not to hurt himself or the woman he adored, Aenaes pushed himself and her from below the Sith lords desk and hoisted her onto his shoulders earning a surprised squeal.
"Captain! You're in big—" He pressed her back gently against the window which opened to the entire citadel.
"Big…"
He smirked.
"Trouble~"
"Last time I checked," he began to slowly work all of his tongue along her folds. "You're the one who told me to continue."
"I couldn't—." Thinking was becoming a grueling task.
Their eyes met and by the stars what was this man doing to her?
"Just fine you said." He snaked his arms around her thighs and increased his rhythm. His tongue circled around the sensitive bundle of nerves.
If it were up to him, he'd divulge all he could into her juices. Not even the sweetest of fruits could compare to how she tasted. To say that every touch, every kiss, every look was intoxicating would be an understatement. He was absolutely engulfed by the woman. She was his weakness.
He gazed into her lust filled eyes, burning the memory of his queen perched on her throne. Nothing but broken sentences and soft moans escaped her lips now. To serve her, was an honor.
She's close.
"Fuck, right there…" She groaned, rocking her hips faster to create more friction. Her nails dug into his scalp.
He chuckled. "That's right love, let it all go."
He quickened his pace to match that of her own which eventually led her over the edge.
She is so beautiful…
No words needed to be spoken.
He gave her a moment to catch her breath and to gather her surroundings. Moments like these he wish would never end. Seeing her at peace albeit a sweaty form of peace. Aenaes removed her from his shoulders and brought her back to her desk chair. He gathered her clothing items and helped her clean up.
"I hate you sometimes." She smiled, gently using the force to push the man.
Aenaes smirked as he straightened the items of her desk. "I don't know what you're talking about."
Lana raised a finger which stopped the smuggler in his tracks and brought him directly to her. She stood to meet him and pulled his belt buckle towards hers bringing them closer together.
"That's not fair." He wrapped his arms around her waist. "You can't use the forc–"
She pulled his mouth to hers, silencing any protest. Her juices still lingered on his lips. She pulled away leaving him dazed. Such a beautiful man that he was.
"Maybe I'll let you get away with it this time." He pressed his forehead to hers allowing himself a moment of peace. This gesture had become theirs over the course of their interactions.
Lana gently stroked his cheek. "You need to go my love."
Aenaes sighed. As much as he did not want to, she had to get back to work and he as well. The planets didn't stop for them unfortunately. Just as he was about to leave her office he stopped at the door.
"Happy Birthday Lana, go home."
He snapped his fingers causing all her electronics to cease their functions.
Hope you enjoyed. Maybe I'll write some more. Have a good day!
