Modern AU. Padmé is a lawyer who works for Senator John Kerry in Washington DC . Anakin is a doctor, gynecologist, came just from Germany and works in John Hopkins Clinic in Baltimore. They meet by chance in Washington DC. The acquaintance begins with a disaster.
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A / N : Story Status says you like the story, OK. Here a small reward …. exceptionally and then until January 2022
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A / N: Here I mentioned a few Washington nightclubs. Unfortunately, through research I could not find out which nightclubs, lounges and bars existed, did not exist or were already closed in 2010. So I ask for your forbearance if something is not quite right in this regard.
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Don't do it , Chapter 2
Washington DC 2010
It was a Friday afternoon in October. It was raining, pretty hard. Padmé just got something to eat at McDonalds and stood at the traffic light to cross the street, corner of C St and 4th St SW. A black Porsche Carrera drove pretty close to the curbstone, with indicator seted to turn right. A puddle gathered from the sidewalk to over the zebra crossing and a shower was inevitable. She was splattered from head to foot. So dirty she had to spend a few more hours in the office. Most of it upset her that her Burberry trench coat was ruined. The stains will definitely not be removable. She held the umbrella in one hand and the bag of food in the other. All that was left was yelling at the driver to vent the anger. She knew, of course, he couldn't hear her. He bent down, made a gesture of apology. She looked him in the eyes ... those blue eyes, OMG. what a hot guy, she thought, and still she screamed:
"Asshole!"
Anakin saw her too, an angry Angel face. Feeling ... like a punch in the pit of the stomach. You can't forget something like that. He couldn't stop, he already set the indicator to turn right and there were still a few cars behind him. So he drove on. What was the probability to see her again, 1 in 700,000? He was good at math, but let's face it, the odds were zero.
Padmé went back to the Capitol to prepare the documents for the committee meets on Monday. There were still some clothes to be taken to the cleaning store, she wanted to fly to Boston the weekend after next, it was Sola's birthday. Oh yes, she had to buy the present too, but what? She had no idea this time. What can you buy for someone who already has everything? Sola and Darred were well off, Darred was an architect and Sola managed everything related to the planning office. They had enough money. Sola always bought good things and had nothing to be desired.
Well, if you worked as hard as Padmé did, you had little time for private life, but she still had to buy a present.
Anakin was on the way to see Ben, they wanted to buy something to wear for Anakin, not that he had nothing to wear. He wanted something trendy that also suited his type. Ben knew where to get it. Jeans and hoodies are obsolete, he was no longer a student. He could wear good jeans and a shirt at work, over them he wore the white coat anyway, but when he is out in the nightlife of Washington DC, especially in better clubs, something better had to be found. Ben always wore a dark suit and shirt without a tie when he visited such places.
Anakin remembered London where you could have made-to-measure suits from the finest thread, like Savile Row's. Here in America he bought… ..designer fashion. He fit into a clothing size, no problem, he was about 1.88 m tall and well built. He found several suits in 10th St NW ... at BOSS. No surprise.
Ben and Anakin met at the Heist that evening. Heist was a lounge where you could have a drink and dance. It was pleasant, the two talked about all kinds of things, found company ... maybe for a night, or maybe not, rather not. It was not always like this. Anakin had sex regulary, but not every day, not once a week. The older he was, the more difficult it became to find someone to trust with his body so easily, even for a man, and he made higher demands. The student days were over, he was twenty-nine and wanted to settle down slowly, wanted to find the Right one, not just sleep around. After all, there were professional services for certain needs.
Washington had countless bars, lounges, and nightclubs, and the city never slept. Anakin and Ben intended to explore all of them. Ben already knew a few, he had been single for five years.
Saturday was the day Anakin did all the shopping, cleaning up and washing other things. He had someone recommended to him for the weekly cleaning of the house. He wasn't overburdened with housework. He slept longer, especially after such nightclub visits. Sunday was the day he rested, skyped with the family in London and browsed specialist literature. There were also weekends when he was on call and spent the time in the clinic.
The week after the visit in Heist passed without any notable events, although something always happens in a clinic, but when it was not in his ward, there was no reason to be alarmed.
Padmé worked all week long every day into the night, Sabé scolded and insisted on going out on Friday, the three of them. The colleague Matt wanted to join and Padmé thought two women will get along with one man, especially since he was a little younger. She realized that the Sabé didn't care about this fact. She agreed although she was preparing to fly to Boston on Saturday for Sola's birthday and spend three weeks of her well-deserved vacation, there with her family. It won't be that bad, she thought, the flight takes only one and half hour and it's in the early afternoon.
Some time ago, Padme decided to finally start looking for Mr. Right. She had been in Washington for three years and was still single. That meant going out on Fridays and Saturdays. She thought she had to become active slowly and began to take the pill ... if she should meet someone ... eventualy...
That Friday after work, she went home to take a shower, put on make-up and choose something nice to wear, she wanted to attract attention without looking cheap. Padmé was a beautiful young woman, one could wonder why she was still single. Well, she understood study time as concentrating on duty, there was no time for serious bonds that would distract her from the task. Here in Washington, in Capitol, at the lever of force, she had to concentrate on work. Finding Mr. Right among colleagues was not an option, it would only create complications and she didn't want that.
She took a quick shower, washed her hair, and dried off. A good amount of Miss Dior all over her body might be just enough. Caring for the long hair was time-consuming. At work, she always wore her hair pinned up in a simple quinone. When she went out, she wore her hair down, and she always blown beautiful, large waves into her straight hair, so it looked better. A lot of make-up should go with the late night and she chose a simple dark purple dress for her figure. Padmé was about 1.65 m tall and slim, had beautiful legs that were shown to full advantage with the length of the dress, just above the knee. She liked to wear high heels, she thought she was too short. She was in love with her Louboutins. She never wore much jewelry. Her preferred jewelry was her pearl necklace with matching stud earrings and a matching ring. This time without pearl necklace would be good, she thoght. A black velvet jacket against the cold and she could be on her way.
Her iPhone rang. It was Sabé.
"Hi Padmé, our companion Matt has made a change. We're not going to the Living Room, he made a reservation at the Huxley. Is that OK. to you?"
"Yes, of couse. You called at the last minute, I'm already out the door. See you later alligator. "Padmé laughed.
"After while crocodile." As in student days, Sabé laughed back.
Padmé called the taxi and waited on the street. It was already half past ten. Taxi came, she got in, and headed downtown, 1730 M St NW. Adding more perfume couldn't hurt. In front of the club she met Sabé and Matt who had just arrived. They went in together and after handing over the jackets to the wardrobe, they went to the reserved seats and ordered selected drinks. Padmé felt like having Rusty Nail ... a lot of alcohol, actually a large caliber and not exactly suitable to start the evening.
After work that Friday in October, Anakin went home to change. He wanted to meet Ben that evening to make insecure the scene in Huxley ... as Ben always said. Anakin would look way too good; no woman could resist him. Only Anakin wasn't interested in any of them.
He shaved, for the second time that day, and thought how Ben is fine with his full beard ... he just didn't know that a well-groomed full beard like Ben had one, costs a lot of time. Anakin put on deodorant and instead of aftershave, a good splash of Dior Savage and plenty of it over the upper body. Boxer, undershirt, gray-blue suit from BOSS, white shirt without a tie, black belt from Hermes, black Oxfords from Hobbs, which he had made-to-measure in London and ... voila ... oh yes, don't forget his Patek Philipe watch and he was ready for the night. He got into his Porsche Carrera and headed for Washington DC. Most of the time, if he drank too much, he stayed in a hotel and went home the next morning.
Around half past ten Ben and Anakin walked into the nightclub, took off their coats, and were shown to the reserved seats. Ben was a Scot, so the only option was Scotch whiskey, preferably single malt. He liked to drink Lagavulin, pure. Anakin drank when he felt like it. Sometimes a cocktail, sometimes a long drink and sometimes something with more alcohol. This time he decided for cocktail Overture and said to Ben:
"Overture means opening. The night is long. "
Anakin and Ben were shown to the small table somewhere in the middle of the row to the right of the DJ booth. They sat down and watched the people come and fill the room. The music wasn't loud yet, just right to dance to. The two talked about the past week. They kept wondering how much they had in common, even though they worked in different professions. For example, both were fans of the Boston Bruins, although Washington DC was home to the successful Washington Capitals ... but the greatest common denominator was of course Great Britain. In relation to that, the topic of conversation never ran out. Sometimes they got so deep in conversation that they wondered why they came in the first place. After about an hour, Anakin remembered.
"Ben, we came to ... ..to dance too."
"But I don't want to dance with you, choose someone, the room is full. Female wouldn't be bad. "
"And you?" Anakin asked.
"Later"
Anakin started scanning with his eyes. Because of the crowded dance floor, he couldn't see every corner, but in a moment, straight across the row, he saw a face that he had never thought he would see again. The Angry Angel's Face. Butterflies in the stomach? At twenty-nine? Does that also exist?
DJ put on Gerry Rafferty-Baker Street and Anakin said to Ben:
"I saw someone I would like to dance with and you?"
"Not yet. Just go."
Anakin got up, walked past the DJ booth, straight out and stood in front of Sabé, Padmé and Matt. Matt held his hand on Sabé's thigh, Anakin was thinking the other woman must be free.
"Good evening. I'm definitely not the type of flirting with trite phrases, but I'm sure we've seen each other before, or rather, I've probably ruined your coat. "
Padme was hypnotized. These eyes were not to forgotten. Despite the purple exposure and flicker, his eyes were blue as the sky. She shook her head as if to remember where she is, she said:
"Correct. And how are you going to make amends? "
"I would ask you for this dance in first and then we can negotiate further."
He smiled, held out his hand, she took it and stood up. Anakin led her onto the dance floor and held her tight, perhaps way too tight to start with. The scent of her hair made goose bumps all over his body. He suddenly felt an intense desire for this woman. She suited him so well. Padme didn't fight back and felt like she had been there all her life. He smelled so good it clouded her senses. She put her head in the crook of his neck and in response he pulled her closer to him. The saxophone solo of the song went through the bones of both of them.
"You are a good dancer," she remarked.
She whispered but since she was so close, he heard what she was saying.
"It only comes into its own when I have a good dance partner."
"Am I good?"
"Extraordinary good. I could dance with you all night ... "
"If it's just dancing ... .. what's your name?"
"Anakin. And yours?"
"Dormé ..." She didn't know why she didn't say her own name "... You have an unusual name, Anakin. "
"You too."
"Hey Missi, I have to bring Matt home, he ... drank too much, sorry." Sabé said briefly as she approached the dancing couple.
"No problem, I'll find my way home on my own. Bye. "
"You're staying a little longer, aren't you? Come to us, we're sitting over there "
"OK. then we can negotiate. "
They both laughed. She took her handbag and went with Anakin to the table where Ben was sitting.
"Ben, I would like to introduce you to Dormé. You remember how I told you that I spattered someone in down town and couldn't stop to make up for the damage. "
"Oh yes, a 1 in 700,000 chance of seeing her again, yes, yes." Ben laughed
"No probability calculation could cover that, it is…. it's just unbelievable. Well, I think it's fate, Ben. "He laughed too
"You told about?" Asked Padmé
"Yes, I had a guilty conscience. Sit down, Dormé. Do you live here in DC? What do you do for a living? "Anakin wanted to know more about her.
"Yes. I'm a lawyer, got my Juris Doctor and bar in Harvard. "She didn't want to reveal too much.
"Oh, I'm a lawyer too, did the same in Yale," said Ben.
"Do you live here, do you work here?"
"Yes, and I work in a well-known law firm," said Ben.
"And where do you work?" Asked Ben
"For the government." She didn't want to be specific. "... and you Anakin?"
"I am a doctor, studied in Europe, in Heidelberg, to be precise, and now live in Laurel, work nearby." He also said something imprecise.
"And you come all the way from Laurel to dance in a nightclub?" Wondered Padmé
"Laurel is small, there isn't a life like that here, it's a quiet town. Dormé, Careless Whisper, do you hear? Would you like to dance?"
"Gladly." ... they went on the dance floor "... dancing with someone who ... dancing with you feels so good."
Anakin stopped, took her face in both hands and kissed her without deepening the kiss. When he withdrew he said:
"I just wanted to see if the kiss feels just as good."
"And?" She almost trembled
"I could get used to it."
That was said so half-heartedly, which was not true, he felt these butterflies in his stomach as if he saw her face for the first time, only much more intensely.
Anakin just danced with her the whole time. Ben looked at them and thought this woman might be a good match for Anakin. They talked and drank until about two in the morning and then Anakin said:
"I want your trench coat, I'll take it to the dry cleaner. If the stains cannot be removed, I will replace your coat. "
"This is not necessary."
"Yes it is. Let me do that, I would feel better that way. "
"OK. …I Agree."
"Great. When we're out of here, I'll drive you home ... or are you there with your own car? "
"I came by taxi"
"Well, then I'll drive you home and you give me the coat."
"You're going pretty fast, Anakin." Ben announced, laughing
"You mean to pick up the coat?"
Ben laughed, then Padmé and Anakin too.
"Another Tango Dormé?"
"Yes, but not too tight"
"You can also dance the tango tightly, like in the 60s, there only ... .. the legs work."
After this successful attempt to dance tango closely, everyone agreed to go home.
"Dorme, it was nice to meet you. Maybe we'll meet again."
"Maybe Ben. That was a pleasure for me too. Good night."
"I wish you good night."
Said Ben and winked at Anakin, he saw the crackling between the two and thought that it could be something more than just a one night stand.
They got their jackets and went out. Anakin saw how she had trouble with high heels and offered her his arm, which she gratefully accepted. His arm was firm and muscular, giving her the support she needed. It wasn't too far to the next garage. He held her hand and looked at her from time to time, she was beautiful. In the garage:
"This black car looks familiar to me."
"It's not the fault of the car and I couldn't stop, they would have killed me."
"I can always make up for that." Said Padmé and laughed
"Could you?" He asked teasingly
"No. You are so nice."
"Is that so?"
"Yes."
"And you are so ... beautiful." He said honestly
"Is that so?"
"Yes."
She lived in Waterside Towers, quite expensive but nice. The apartment was on the 5th floor overlooking the pool, quiet. Well, you didn't see that in the middle of the night.
She asked him to go upstairs to the apartment, actually he expected that too. She took off her jacket and asked him if he'd like something to drink. He walked through the living area and admired her cognac leather Chesterfield. He ran his hand over the buttons and remembered home.
"Yes, but only water. I've had enough alcohol and I'm not sure whether I should drive the route, I'd better take a room in a hotel. "
... and before she could think about whether she should or not, the words came out:
"Stay here."
"What?"
"Stay with me."
He was so surprised, he couldn't say anything, stepped the distance between them and kissed her ... once, twice, three times ... and then he didn't know exactly what had happened anymore. They ended up in her bedroom. She undressed seductively, little by little, slowly. He stood there mesmerized and admired her beautiful body. She fascinated him when he saw her for the first time and also tonight, her appearance, her demeanor, her demeanor, everything about her. When she stood naked in front of him, she began to undress him. She carefully placed the suit jacket over the chair, and so did the shirt. Her little fingers loosened the buckle of the noble belt and he already felt how his boxer was getting tighter and tighter. The zipper of the pants was opened and it slipped down. Padmé bent down and untied the laces, helped him out of his shoes and socks. She also put the pants over the chair, he only stayed in his underwear. She pulled the undershirt over his head and kissed his chest. With her index finger she drew every single muscle and licked the place where her finger was last or put a kiss on it. Anakin was already very excited, but let her take the lead. She was in no hurry. The last piece was his boxer. She pulled it down very slowly…and there he was, the Adonis himself. He was perfect. Anakin bent down and took her in his arms, laid her on the bed. He lay down next to her and kissed her face first; forehead, eyes, nose, cheeks, mouth very tenderly.
"Do you really want that?"
"Yes, I want you."
He wanted to get up to take the condom out of the wallet, but she said he doesn't need it, she takes the pill and showed him the pack in the drawer. As a gynecologist, he knew this was good protection.
He knew that there would be a wonderful feeling without a condom and gave in to lovemaking. This time it was different from the start. He couldn't explain why. He saw that she was very aroused, she was breathing through her open mouth and her carotid was pulsing as if it was about to explode. She wasn't wild, with every gesture and touch she craved tenderness and he gave it to her for his own pleasure. He kissed and licked every inch of her body, something Padmé had never experienced before. She not only let herself be spoiled, she also got active. Foreplay brought them both to the point of no return.
"Oh god, oh god, oh god … .Anakiiiin… .." she screams along with her orgasm.
He came to his own orgasm with her name on his lips
"Dorméééé ..." or whatever he thought of her name.
He didn't wait to breathe again, he doused her with kisses, caresses and assurances how beautiful she is. Every woman likes to hear that, but he didn't just say it to say she was beautiful and he feels that way.
"It was so wonderful Dormé…..and how was it for you? "
"It was so overwhelming as I've never experience it before. Thanks."
"Thanks? For what? "He was surprised
"For your tenderness and this wonderful experience."
"I've never seen someone say thank you for it, but I'm glad I was able to give it to you."
He held her close to his chest and kissed her head. It felt so comfortable to hold and to feel her on his skin. It could stay that way forever, he thought.
For Padmé it was a first in every sense. Anakin was tender, gentle and knew exactly what she needed, immediately found out what she liked and the best thing was how he showered her with caresses after sex. It made her feel deeply satisfied. The other men she had sex with, Palo, Rush Clovis…. were only concerned with their own amusement. When she remembered how they lay there panting after their post-coital complacency and didn't even notice her, she felt sick. No, she doesn't want anything like that anymore.
Padmé got up, went into the kitchen and got a bottle of water, some orange juice from the refrigerator and two glasses from the cupboard.
"Would you like water or juice?"
"Water please, I'm dehydrated." And laughed
"Yes, hard work." Now they both laughed.
After they had drunk water, she lay back in bed with him and snuggled up. It was so nice ... for the first time.
"Stay for breakfast."
"I hoped you would ask. Gladly."
They didn't talk a lot and absolutely nothing personal. It was enough to snuggle up and enjoy the closeness of each other. Both of them needed just that. After a while, after a long pleasant silence, Anakin started kissing and caressing her, which she happily replied and the lovemaking started again. This time the foreplay was a little longer, they dared. Padmé invested everything she could and gave him an insane blowjob. Anakin's heart was racing so he thought he was going to die. He wanted to give her such pleasure back and spoiled her intensely and for a long time. Once again, after that, the last bit of strength required, so they fell asleep in each other's arms.
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Next chapter on January 21st, 2022
Thank you for reading and stay true to me.
Best regards from Germany