Fanfic #2 of today
Wrote another fic today. I was feeling rather inspired. Here we go... are you ready for some halfway-decent Obidala-smut?! I know I am! Let’s have at it, shall we? BTW, huge fan of the idea of Padme sneaking off to clubs and bars in disguise, if you can’t tell. And Obi in leather pants. HUGE fan of that one since I saw Velvet Goldmine. :D
This one obviously isn’t going on FFN… stupid smut-Nazis. I started reading smut when I was thirteen and look at me now! I’m perfectly fine! … Okay maybe not. Whatever. O.o
Oh plot, where hast thou gone? I’m takin’ a cue from The General’s Grrls on this one. Thank you for all the inspiration over the years, ladies. My hat’s off to you!
NC-17 below the cut. This is your only warning. Don't bitch if it scars you for life. Though I don't see why it would... I've certainly read/written worse... this is pretty mild compared to what it could be.
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"Detection"
She knew she should not be here. She knew the scandal it would cause if she were to get caught drunk in a sleazy club in the middle of Coruscant’s underworld night life. She knew what the consequences of venturing out like this were.
Padme Amidala sat at the bar, legs crossed, with a shot of vodka in one hand and a cigarette in the other. She felt that her clever disguise would fool anyone who looked at her. Nobody would recognize the renowned senator from Naboo underneath the heavy eyeliner, blonde wig and little black dress she had dawned. No politicians or Jedi would dare set foot into a place like this.
However, she began to feel anxious as she tossed back the shot. Throughout the night she had felt someone watching her. She had made several attempts to find her onlooker, but all had failed. The club was too crowded. Eventually she had given up, hoping whoever it was didn’t recognize her. At least, if they did, she was hoping against all hope they would not rat her out.
“Another shot, please,” she called to the bartender. He smiled at her, obliging her request quickly. Padme picked up the glass, shooting the vodka back. Setting the glass down, she began to feel the lethargy associated with intoxication sink in. The mysterious stare was forgotten with each drink she consumed. Tonight was no night for nursing one drink. Tonight she wanted to get drunk.
Another hour passed before Padme stopped drinking. She had had a considerable amount at this point, and by now was reveling in the feel of numbness coursing through her body. As she stood up to leave, she once again felt the intense stare upon her. She had to get out of this place before she got caught. Stumbling over her strappy heels, she rushed to leave the club. Dodging in and out of the club patrons, she tried desperately to escape the stare.
A warming sense of relief swept over her as she stepped out of the club. The feeling that she was being watched was no longer upon her. Sighing, she clumsily walked to a deserted alleyway nearby and lit up a cigarette. Closing her eyes, she breathed in the smoke and smiled. No one knows I'm here... she thought to herself, taking another drag.
“I wouldn’t say that, milady,” a deep voice piped up from the darkness.
Padme jumped, dropping her cigarette. Looking around wildly, she saw no one at first. Then, slowly, a cloaked figure appeared out of the darkness. As it stepped into the light, the figure pulled away its hood and there stood the Jedi Obi-Wan Kenobi.
“Good evening, senator,” he said slyly.
The color drained from Padme’s face. “M-master Kenobi?” she stuttered. “W-what are y-you doing h-here?”
He smirked, stroking his beard. “I should ask you the same thing, milady. What could such a classy woman be doing at a place like this?”
“Are you the one who’s been watching me?” she breathed.
“Of course,” Obi-Wan replied, moving closer to her. “I noticed you the moment you entered the bar. Your disguise may fool everyone else, but it could never fool me.”
“I don’t understand,” Padme whispered. Obi-Wan began backing her into the wall. “How did you know?”
“I would recognize you a hundred kilometers away, Padme.”
Padme’s back hit the wall. Obi-Wan was very close to her now, and had pinned one arm to each side of her, trapping her. She stared up at him nervously. He had changed in the years since she had seen him last, since they had met on her home planet.
“How drunk are you, milady?” he mused.
“How drunk are you?” she snapped back.
“Drunk enough,” he whispered his body pressing up against hers. She tried to look away, but she could not avert her eyes from long. She looked back longingly, thinking briefly of her childhood crush. His lips brushed against hers gently before pulling away. She reached a hand up, but before it could reach his face, his mouth descended upon hers.
The kiss was violently passionate, and Padme felt her knees buckle from the sheer force of it. Obi-Wan slinked an arm around her waist, holding her to him and the kiss deepened. Padme struggled to keep from fainting as the combination of the kiss and the alcohol rushed over her body.
“Say yes,” he murmured. Padme gasped again, feeling his other hand on her cheek, pulling her closer to him. She said nothing, squeezing her eyes shut. She had been waiting so long… “Say yes,” he said again, breaking away from her. “Do you know how long I have dreamed of this moment?” he mumbled into her ear, his hand dropping to massage her breast. “Do you know how long I’ve waited for you? Wanted you? Needed you?” He nipped her earlobe gently.
“Obi-Wan,” Padme whispered.
“If you want me as I want you,” he growled fiercely, “Say yes.”
“Yes,” Padme replied without thinking. There was no time for thought. Obi-Wan’s mouth was on hers again and she felt the hand on her waist drag down her leg and under her dress. She let out a gasp as Obi-Wan, wasting no time, yanked her panties down and slipped his fingers inside of her. She struggled for coherency, reaching out desperately for an anchor to reality. Something, anything. Her hands found his hips, and she pulled him to her, feeling his erection desperate to break free. Undoing his leather pants quickly, she pulled them down.
Obi-Wan removed his hand and grabbed her rear with both, lifting her up.
He kissed her once more as he thrust into her. She broke away, crying out into the darkness, locking her arms around his neck and her legs behind his back. He let out a groan, scraping his teeth against her neck.
“Padme,” he murmured, moving in and out of her fervently, “I’ve wanted you for so long.”
“Obi-Wan…”
“I love you,” he whispered into her ear before letting out another groan. His hips moved faster with each thrust. Padme could do nothing but moan his name and revel in the feel of his breath on her neck. Her head crashed back into the wall as she felt the tension inside her building slowly, begging for release. “Padme…” he whimpered. “Please…”
She let cried out again as he slammed into her more and more frantically. She was close, so close…
“Obi-Wan…” she moaned, the feeling finally shattering her body. The pleasure reaped her body thoroughly and she began to shake steadily
as it spread over her. She called his name over and over, finally released. She noticed he had stopped. She looked up at him, still shaking, struggling for words. “I love you…”
Obi-Wan kissed her, starting his movements again till he joined her in ecstasy. He let her down slowly, removing himself from her. The two stood in the deserted alleyway staring at each other for a long time before either spoke.
“Your wig’s askew…” Obi-Wan mumbled nervously. Padme looked away, wishing for a mirror. Obi-Wan reached up and fixed it for her, smiling down at her.
“Now what?” she whispered.
“We get a room…” Obi-Wan suggested with a wry smile. “You’re far too drunk to go home, milady. And there are many things I’d love to do to you before the night is through…”
Padme nodded… perhaps it had not been so bad to be recognized after all…
[Fin.]
Debating whether or not I should x-post to obiwan_padme . If any of you guys are reading, let me know if this is appropriate. I'll probably put it on The Obidala Network later as well.
Enjoy, review, etc. Why I ask these things of my stalkers I'll never know... Oh well. Namarie.
UPDATE @ 12:38am: Changed a line at Jacob's suggestion. Apparently my omniscient narrator and Obi-Wan's Force powers were conflicting. I need a beta, badly.
This one obviously isn’t going on FFN… stupid smut-Nazis. I started reading smut when I was thirteen and look at me now! I’m perfectly fine! … Okay maybe not. Whatever. O.o
Oh plot, where hast thou gone? I’m takin’ a cue from The General’s Grrls on this one. Thank you for all the inspiration over the years, ladies. My hat’s off to you!
NC-17 below the cut. This is your only warning. Don't bitch if it scars you for life. Though I don't see why it would... I've certainly read/written worse... this is pretty mild compared to what it could be.
--
"Detection"
She knew she should not be here. She knew the scandal it would cause if she were to get caught drunk in a sleazy club in the middle of Coruscant’s underworld night life. She knew what the consequences of venturing out like this were.
Padme Amidala sat at the bar, legs crossed, with a shot of vodka in one hand and a cigarette in the other. She felt that her clever disguise would fool anyone who looked at her. Nobody would recognize the renowned senator from Naboo underneath the heavy eyeliner, blonde wig and little black dress she had dawned. No politicians or Jedi would dare set foot into a place like this.
However, she began to feel anxious as she tossed back the shot. Throughout the night she had felt someone watching her. She had made several attempts to find her onlooker, but all had failed. The club was too crowded. Eventually she had given up, hoping whoever it was didn’t recognize her. At least, if they did, she was hoping against all hope they would not rat her out.
“Another shot, please,” she called to the bartender. He smiled at her, obliging her request quickly. Padme picked up the glass, shooting the vodka back. Setting the glass down, she began to feel the lethargy associated with intoxication sink in. The mysterious stare was forgotten with each drink she consumed. Tonight was no night for nursing one drink. Tonight she wanted to get drunk.
Another hour passed before Padme stopped drinking. She had had a considerable amount at this point, and by now was reveling in the feel of numbness coursing through her body. As she stood up to leave, she once again felt the intense stare upon her. She had to get out of this place before she got caught. Stumbling over her strappy heels, she rushed to leave the club. Dodging in and out of the club patrons, she tried desperately to escape the stare.
A warming sense of relief swept over her as she stepped out of the club. The feeling that she was being watched was no longer upon her. Sighing, she clumsily walked to a deserted alleyway nearby and lit up a cigarette. Closing her eyes, she breathed in the smoke and smiled. No one knows I'm here... she thought to herself, taking another drag.
“I wouldn’t say that, milady,” a deep voice piped up from the darkness.
Padme jumped, dropping her cigarette. Looking around wildly, she saw no one at first. Then, slowly, a cloaked figure appeared out of the darkness. As it stepped into the light, the figure pulled away its hood and there stood the Jedi Obi-Wan Kenobi.
“Good evening, senator,” he said slyly.
The color drained from Padme’s face. “M-master Kenobi?” she stuttered. “W-what are y-you doing h-here?”
He smirked, stroking his beard. “I should ask you the same thing, milady. What could such a classy woman be doing at a place like this?”
“Are you the one who’s been watching me?” she breathed.
“Of course,” Obi-Wan replied, moving closer to her. “I noticed you the moment you entered the bar. Your disguise may fool everyone else, but it could never fool me.”
“I don’t understand,” Padme whispered. Obi-Wan began backing her into the wall. “How did you know?”
“I would recognize you a hundred kilometers away, Padme.”
Padme’s back hit the wall. Obi-Wan was very close to her now, and had pinned one arm to each side of her, trapping her. She stared up at him nervously. He had changed in the years since she had seen him last, since they had met on her home planet.
“How drunk are you, milady?” he mused.
“How drunk are you?” she snapped back.
“Drunk enough,” he whispered his body pressing up against hers. She tried to look away, but she could not avert her eyes from long. She looked back longingly, thinking briefly of her childhood crush. His lips brushed against hers gently before pulling away. She reached a hand up, but before it could reach his face, his mouth descended upon hers.
The kiss was violently passionate, and Padme felt her knees buckle from the sheer force of it. Obi-Wan slinked an arm around her waist, holding her to him and the kiss deepened. Padme struggled to keep from fainting as the combination of the kiss and the alcohol rushed over her body.
“Say yes,” he murmured. Padme gasped again, feeling his other hand on her cheek, pulling her closer to him. She said nothing, squeezing her eyes shut. She had been waiting so long… “Say yes,” he said again, breaking away from her. “Do you know how long I have dreamed of this moment?” he mumbled into her ear, his hand dropping to massage her breast. “Do you know how long I’ve waited for you? Wanted you? Needed you?” He nipped her earlobe gently.
“Obi-Wan,” Padme whispered.
“If you want me as I want you,” he growled fiercely, “Say yes.”
“Yes,” Padme replied without thinking. There was no time for thought. Obi-Wan’s mouth was on hers again and she felt the hand on her waist drag down her leg and under her dress. She let out a gasp as Obi-Wan, wasting no time, yanked her panties down and slipped his fingers inside of her. She struggled for coherency, reaching out desperately for an anchor to reality. Something, anything. Her hands found his hips, and she pulled him to her, feeling his erection desperate to break free. Undoing his leather pants quickly, she pulled them down.
Obi-Wan removed his hand and grabbed her rear with both, lifting her up.
He kissed her once more as he thrust into her. She broke away, crying out into the darkness, locking her arms around his neck and her legs behind his back. He let out a groan, scraping his teeth against her neck.
“Padme,” he murmured, moving in and out of her fervently, “I’ve wanted you for so long.”
“Obi-Wan…”
“I love you,” he whispered into her ear before letting out another groan. His hips moved faster with each thrust. Padme could do nothing but moan his name and revel in the feel of his breath on her neck. Her head crashed back into the wall as she felt the tension inside her building slowly, begging for release. “Padme…” he whimpered. “Please…”
She let cried out again as he slammed into her more and more frantically. She was close, so close…
“Obi-Wan…” she moaned, the feeling finally shattering her body. The pleasure reaped her body thoroughly and she began to shake steadily
as it spread over her. She called his name over and over, finally released. She noticed he had stopped. She looked up at him, still shaking, struggling for words. “I love you…”
Obi-Wan kissed her, starting his movements again till he joined her in ecstasy. He let her down slowly, removing himself from her. The two stood in the deserted alleyway staring at each other for a long time before either spoke.
“Your wig’s askew…” Obi-Wan mumbled nervously. Padme looked away, wishing for a mirror. Obi-Wan reached up and fixed it for her, smiling down at her.
“Now what?” she whispered.
“We get a room…” Obi-Wan suggested with a wry smile. “You’re far too drunk to go home, milady. And there are many things I’d love to do to you before the night is through…”
Padme nodded… perhaps it had not been so bad to be recognized after all…
[Fin.]
Debating whether or not I should x-post to obiwan_padme . If any of you guys are reading, let me know if this is appropriate. I'll probably put it on The Obidala Network later as well.
Enjoy, review, etc. Why I ask these things of my stalkers I'll never know... Oh well. Namarie.
UPDATE @ 12:38am: Changed a line at Jacob's suggestion. Apparently my omniscient narrator and Obi-Wan's Force powers were conflicting. I need a beta, badly.