Week 15: In other words
(various AUs)
Restrained
"We can't, Anakin."
"Why not?"
"Because..." His breath was hot on her neck. "We'll get caught."
"They'll never find us here." Sinking his fingers into her thick hair, he cradled her head and pulled her closer.
"My Master..." she started, but his lips closed over hers and the protest died on her lips, drowned by a dizzying kiss.
There was such promise in his embrace. This night could be everything she'd ever imagined, if only she'd let go.
Tugging his tunic open, she slid her hand against his bare chest and he breathed her name in a hoarse whisper, "Barriss."
Controlled
Leia Organa stared at her father in quiet desperation.
"Absolutely not," he declared, shoving the Senate application across his desk. "You will not be a Senator. You will stay here on Alderaan and marry the man your mother and I have chosen for you."
Biting her lip, she struggled not to let her voice shake. "Please, Father. I know I could do so much good -"
"I said, no!" Bail stood abruptly, knocking his chair backwards. "You have no place in politics and that's the end of it. Now go back to your lessons. Tomorrow, you will meet your betrothed."
Defined
"I cannot stay long," she whispered, returning his earnest kiss. "He thinks I'm on an undercover mission."
"I understand," he answered, pulling her into his bed, deep in the bowels of the Executor.
There was no time for gentle gestures or sweet murmurings. Like everything about their affair, the coupling was fast, blistering with intensity. It was a distraction that neither of them needed, nor could they resist.
In every other way, they lived for their Masters, but this they claimed as their own. For the Emperor's Hand the one called Starkiller, the pleasure was worth the risk of retribution.
Resolved
Deena Shan twisted her hands nervously in her lap, swallowing to wet her dry, constricted throat. "Luke, I - I need -"
Her voice broke and he leaned across, taking her hand. "It's okay, Deena. Take your time."
"I need to tell you something." Licking her lips, she took a deep breath and spoke quickly. "I'm pregnant. And it's yours. And...I'm keeping it."
Fighting tears, she dared not look at him but he came to her. Kneeling in front of her chair, he kissed her fingers tenderly and said he was glad and she finally did cry in grateful relief.
Unlimited
The One Sith gathered in the Great Hall, bowing as Lord Krayt ascended to his throne. Cade, alone, knelt at his feet, immersed in a wave of dark side power as Krayt ignited his saber and named the son of Skywalker as the sole heir to his throne.
At their Lord's command, Darth Talon joined him. Wrapping her lekku around his neck, she spoke in velvety tones, "The galaxy is yours now, my prince." Desire spiked and he rose, pulling her possessively into his arms. Bonded in spirit and flesh, her voice continued without words: We can kill him together.