Outside 33 Apocalypse Ave. [late evening]
"Are you sure your housemates aren't going to mind?" Rory whispered, squeezing Anakin's free hand as he fumbled around for his keys.
"I don't see why they should," Anakin said, finally fishing the keys from his pocket and muttering about the general superiority of his usual belt. "It's not like we invited the entire campus over or anything."
"Kinky," Rory commented.
Anakin smirked at her. "And I don't like all of them," he said, ushering her into the living room and peering around for housemates. "So we'll just have to give it a pass."
Rory looked around. "I don't see anyone...." she said, and turned around. "I think I would like very much to see what you've done with your room, though," she added, blushing only a tiny bit.
Anakin gave her a slightly nervous smile and squeezed her hand again. "I have furniture, in case you were worried," he said. "Go on up--I want to get something out of the kitchen first."
"...what are you getting?" she asked curiously.
"Champagne," he replied, "and strawberries." He blushed. "Too much?"
"...no," she said with a slow smile. "It fits nicely with my surprise for you."
Anakin leaned in to steal a kiss. "I'll see you in a minute, then."
Rory smiled into the kiss before turning and scampering up the stairs. Once she was sure she had Anakin's room -- no way anyone else would have this little furniture -- she shut the door and wriggled out of her clothes, fumbling around in her purse for the ahem, change of clothing she'd brought.
She made herself comfortable on the bed, hoping he wouldn't find her, um, attire presumptuous -- though, really, if he was getting strawberries and champagne.... As a final touch, she grabbed one of his robes from the closet, draping it around her so he couldn't see what she was wearing, and kicked her discarded clothes under the bed, then curled up on top of it.
Anakin came up the stairs a few moments later balancing two champagne glasses in the fingers of one hand a box of chocolate-covered strawberries in the other. The champagne floating before him and took a dangerous tip towards the ground when he opened the door to his room and saw what Rory wasn't wearing. He caught himself quickly, but the doofy smile on his face stayed.
"You made yourself comfortable," he said softly.
"I was cold," she replied, flushing and drawing the robe more fully around her. "Hope it's okay I borrowed your robe."
"You can borrow whatever you'd like," Anakin said, setting the goodies from the kitchen down and flicking his hand out to make sure their voices didn't carry and disturb the rest of the house. He moved over to the CD player he'd modified and flipped on something Alderaanian and instrumental. "Is too cold in here for you?" he asked, sitting down next to her on the bed.
Silly Anakin.
"Nope," Rory replied with a smile somewhere between nervous and devious. "Not really. Are you cold? You can have your robe back if you need it."
Anakin scooted closer. "I like you in it," he said, fiddling with the hem. "I like you out of it. I like you in general."
"Hadn't noticed," she murmured, nuzzling along his jaw.
She let the robe slip off her shoulders, looking shyly away.
Anakin's eyes went wide. "You are so beautiful," he said, reaching out to touch one of the straps.
"You said I should wear more green," she said with a little smile.
"I was very smart," Anakin breathed, leaning in to kiss her.
She tilted her face up into the kiss, scooting a little closer. "Just wanted it to be a special date."
Anakin wrapped his hands in her hair. "Unforgettable date. But so was our first kiss. And our other first kiss. Should we celebrate them all?" He smiled down at her. "Because I'm okay with that."
"I don't think we need more than one," Rory said, grinning. "I only have so much lingerie."
"I can fix that," Anakin offered, shifting his hands to her hips and pushing her down against his pillows, then gave her another doofy smile. "I've spent a ridiculous amount of time imagining this," he admitted.
"You too?" she asked softly. "I...spend a lot of time thinking about last summer."
"Me too," he replied, shrugging out of his suit jacket and tossing it with a bit of Force help onto his desk chair, where it landed neatly. He tucked his shoes under the bed at the same time and gave her a wicked smile. "So are you in the mood for strawberries, or should we skip straight to dessert?"
Anakin thought he was terribly witty. As usual, he was mistaken.
Rory raised an eyebrow. "By all means, bring on the strawberries. You went to the trouble of getting them," she smirked.
Anakin waved them over to the bed--lazy Jedi--and then repeated the motion for the champagne and glasses. He kept sneaking glances at what Rory was wearing. "This is our six-month anniversary all over again, isn't it?" he said with a rueful smile.
"Well, now that you've said that, it is," she replied. "No more touching."
Anakin moved the strawberries out of her reach. "Than no more sweets," he threatened, eyes shining.
"You're the one who invoked the anniversary," she pointed out.
"Logic has no place in this," Anakin declared, popping the cork out of the champagne and pouring two glasses full. He handed on to her, trying to sneak in a brush against her fingers.
Rory grinned and let him, taking the glass. "Are you trying to get me drunk?"
"No?" Anakin said unconvincingly, opening the box of strawberries. "Mmm," he said. "Too bad I have to eat them all by myself." He raised an eyebrow. "Unless you think you hold still enough that I can feed you one without touching."
He shook his head. "It's probably not worth the chance. I'll just have to eat them all."
"I can hold still," she protested, eyeing him.
Anakin pretended to mull this over. "I suppose we could give it a try," he said, taking a sip from his glass.
Rory sat up a little, smiling. "Unless you don't think you can do it...."
"Of course I can do it," Anakin said, taking the bait like a man who's not terribly smart. "I won't even use the Force."
"Let's see, then," she replied, sitting still and parting her lips.
Anakin took a moment to enjoy that particular view before picking out a strawberry and shifting closer. He carefully traced the tip of the fruit over Rory's bottom lip, then placed it in her mouth, looking completely entranced by the entire process.
Rory smiled around the strawberry, shivering a little. "...nice work," she said softly when she'd swallowed.
Anakin was still focused on her mouth. "Thank you," he whispered.
"Want one?" Rory whispered back, her voice coming out a little more hoarse than she'd intended.
Anakin nodded, swallowing hard.
Rory picked up a strawberry. "You should lean back on your elbows," she decided.
Anakin leaned back, smiling at her, then closed his eyes and opened his mouth.
Rory straddled his hips, careful not to touch him, and leaned in to lightly trace a fingertip over his upper lip before placing the strawberry in his mouth.
The happy little sound Anakin was making wasn't entirely due to the strawberry, no. He opened his eyes again, tilted his head towards her ear and whispered, "Can I touch you yet?"
"Uh huh," she breathed. Take a girl's sex life away for almost a year, and shockingly, she loses her willpower in these sorts of situations.
"Good," he said, running his fingers up her thighs as he kissed her, strawberries--for the moment at least--completely forgotten.
Rory twined his tie through her fingers, using it to bring him closer. "Wear ties more."
"If they get this reaction, absolutely," Anakin replied, running the tips of his fingers up her back.
Rory arched against him, kissing his neck. "Though hopefully just from me."
"I'm not in the market for anyone else," he said, echoing her motions.
"Might be tough for people to keep away, though," Rory murmured against his ear.
"I'll get myself a sign just to make things perfectly clear," he replied, moving his mouth down to the base of her throat.
Rory shivered, starting on the buttons on his shirt. "I love your normal clothes, but these are very, very nice," she replied nipping at his earlobe.
Anakin let out a little whimper and pulled her closer. "And you should wear lingerie all the time," he said, toying with the hem. "For very brief periods at a stretch."
"I think I might get cold in winter," she commented, tracing her tongue around the curve of his ear.
"I'd warm you up," Anakin babbled, shivering.
"You're good at that," she whispered, her lips against his ear as she smoothed her hands inside his now-open shirt.
Anakin put his hands back up on her waist and rolled them over so he was pressing her into the mattress. "My turn," he murmured, shrugging out of his shirt.
"Your turn?" she murmured, smiling and wriggling under him.
[preplayed with sith_happened during Blackout of Doom, and to be continued in the comments. A bit NWS, including the link in the post. :D]
"I don't see why they should," Anakin said, finally fishing the keys from his pocket and muttering about the general superiority of his usual belt. "It's not like we invited the entire campus over or anything."
"Kinky," Rory commented.
Anakin smirked at her. "And I don't like all of them," he said, ushering her into the living room and peering around for housemates. "So we'll just have to give it a pass."
Rory looked around. "I don't see anyone...." she said, and turned around. "I think I would like very much to see what you've done with your room, though," she added, blushing only a tiny bit.
Anakin gave her a slightly nervous smile and squeezed her hand again. "I have furniture, in case you were worried," he said. "Go on up--I want to get something out of the kitchen first."
"...what are you getting?" she asked curiously.
"Champagne," he replied, "and strawberries." He blushed. "Too much?"
"...no," she said with a slow smile. "It fits nicely with my surprise for you."
Anakin leaned in to steal a kiss. "I'll see you in a minute, then."
Rory smiled into the kiss before turning and scampering up the stairs. Once she was sure she had Anakin's room -- no way anyone else would have this little furniture -- she shut the door and wriggled out of her clothes, fumbling around in her purse for the ahem, change of clothing she'd brought.
She made herself comfortable on the bed, hoping he wouldn't find her, um, attire presumptuous -- though, really, if he was getting strawberries and champagne.... As a final touch, she grabbed one of his robes from the closet, draping it around her so he couldn't see what she was wearing, and kicked her discarded clothes under the bed, then curled up on top of it.
Anakin came up the stairs a few moments later balancing two champagne glasses in the fingers of one hand a box of chocolate-covered strawberries in the other. The champagne floating before him and took a dangerous tip towards the ground when he opened the door to his room and saw what Rory wasn't wearing. He caught himself quickly, but the doofy smile on his face stayed.
"You made yourself comfortable," he said softly.
"I was cold," she replied, flushing and drawing the robe more fully around her. "Hope it's okay I borrowed your robe."
"You can borrow whatever you'd like," Anakin said, setting the goodies from the kitchen down and flicking his hand out to make sure their voices didn't carry and disturb the rest of the house. He moved over to the CD player he'd modified and flipped on something Alderaanian and instrumental. "Is too cold in here for you?" he asked, sitting down next to her on the bed.
Silly Anakin.
"Nope," Rory replied with a smile somewhere between nervous and devious. "Not really. Are you cold? You can have your robe back if you need it."
Anakin scooted closer. "I like you in it," he said, fiddling with the hem. "I like you out of it. I like you in general."
"Hadn't noticed," she murmured, nuzzling along his jaw.
She let the robe slip off her shoulders, looking shyly away.
Anakin's eyes went wide. "You are so beautiful," he said, reaching out to touch one of the straps.
"You said I should wear more green," she said with a little smile.
"I was very smart," Anakin breathed, leaning in to kiss her.
She tilted her face up into the kiss, scooting a little closer. "Just wanted it to be a special date."
Anakin wrapped his hands in her hair. "Unforgettable date. But so was our first kiss. And our other first kiss. Should we celebrate them all?" He smiled down at her. "Because I'm okay with that."
"I don't think we need more than one," Rory said, grinning. "I only have so much lingerie."
"I can fix that," Anakin offered, shifting his hands to her hips and pushing her down against his pillows, then gave her another doofy smile. "I've spent a ridiculous amount of time imagining this," he admitted.
"You too?" she asked softly. "I...spend a lot of time thinking about last summer."
"Me too," he replied, shrugging out of his suit jacket and tossing it with a bit of Force help onto his desk chair, where it landed neatly. He tucked his shoes under the bed at the same time and gave her a wicked smile. "So are you in the mood for strawberries, or should we skip straight to dessert?"
Anakin thought he was terribly witty. As usual, he was mistaken.
Rory raised an eyebrow. "By all means, bring on the strawberries. You went to the trouble of getting them," she smirked.
Anakin waved them over to the bed--lazy Jedi--and then repeated the motion for the champagne and glasses. He kept sneaking glances at what Rory was wearing. "This is our six-month anniversary all over again, isn't it?" he said with a rueful smile.
"Well, now that you've said that, it is," she replied. "No more touching."
Anakin moved the strawberries out of her reach. "Than no more sweets," he threatened, eyes shining.
"You're the one who invoked the anniversary," she pointed out.
"Logic has no place in this," Anakin declared, popping the cork out of the champagne and pouring two glasses full. He handed on to her, trying to sneak in a brush against her fingers.
Rory grinned and let him, taking the glass. "Are you trying to get me drunk?"
"No?" Anakin said unconvincingly, opening the box of strawberries. "Mmm," he said. "Too bad I have to eat them all by myself." He raised an eyebrow. "Unless you think you hold still enough that I can feed you one without touching."
He shook his head. "It's probably not worth the chance. I'll just have to eat them all."
"I can hold still," she protested, eyeing him.
Anakin pretended to mull this over. "I suppose we could give it a try," he said, taking a sip from his glass.
Rory sat up a little, smiling. "Unless you don't think you can do it...."
"Of course I can do it," Anakin said, taking the bait like a man who's not terribly smart. "I won't even use the Force."
"Let's see, then," she replied, sitting still and parting her lips.
Anakin took a moment to enjoy that particular view before picking out a strawberry and shifting closer. He carefully traced the tip of the fruit over Rory's bottom lip, then placed it in her mouth, looking completely entranced by the entire process.
Rory smiled around the strawberry, shivering a little. "...nice work," she said softly when she'd swallowed.
Anakin was still focused on her mouth. "Thank you," he whispered.
"Want one?" Rory whispered back, her voice coming out a little more hoarse than she'd intended.
Anakin nodded, swallowing hard.
Rory picked up a strawberry. "You should lean back on your elbows," she decided.
Anakin leaned back, smiling at her, then closed his eyes and opened his mouth.
Rory straddled his hips, careful not to touch him, and leaned in to lightly trace a fingertip over his upper lip before placing the strawberry in his mouth.
The happy little sound Anakin was making wasn't entirely due to the strawberry, no. He opened his eyes again, tilted his head towards her ear and whispered, "Can I touch you yet?"
"Uh huh," she breathed. Take a girl's sex life away for almost a year, and shockingly, she loses her willpower in these sorts of situations.
"Good," he said, running his fingers up her thighs as he kissed her, strawberries--for the moment at least--completely forgotten.
Rory twined his tie through her fingers, using it to bring him closer. "Wear ties more."
"If they get this reaction, absolutely," Anakin replied, running the tips of his fingers up her back.
Rory arched against him, kissing his neck. "Though hopefully just from me."
"I'm not in the market for anyone else," he said, echoing her motions.
"Might be tough for people to keep away, though," Rory murmured against his ear.
"I'll get myself a sign just to make things perfectly clear," he replied, moving his mouth down to the base of her throat.
Rory shivered, starting on the buttons on his shirt. "I love your normal clothes, but these are very, very nice," she replied nipping at his earlobe.
Anakin let out a little whimper and pulled her closer. "And you should wear lingerie all the time," he said, toying with the hem. "For very brief periods at a stretch."
"I think I might get cold in winter," she commented, tracing her tongue around the curve of his ear.
"I'd warm you up," Anakin babbled, shivering.
"You're good at that," she whispered, her lips against his ear as she smoothed her hands inside his now-open shirt.
Anakin put his hands back up on her waist and rolled them over so he was pressing her into the mattress. "My turn," he murmured, shrugging out of his shirt.
"Your turn?" she murmured, smiling and wriggling under him.
[preplayed with sith_happened during Blackout of Doom, and to be continued in the comments. A bit NWS, including the link in the post. :D]