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Letters to the Emperor
Sith Lords and Lollypops Storyline: Patience
Rating: R... yes, R, for explicit sex. If you don't want to read it, hit the back button already.
Characters: Anakin Skywalker and Halley Atremis.
Summery: Anakin is trying to repair an old, busted speeder car while the wayward Sith and Jedi are taking refuge on Naboo with Senator Amidala... but Halley is taking out her boredom on him...
Last chance to back out, it's pretty explicit. XD YOU'VE BEEN WARNED.
“Halley, damnit, knock it off.”
“No.”
Anakin was laid out on his back, flattened out as best he could to reach the underside of the speeder car he was working on. Obi had promised; if he could get the thing running, it would be his. Though the Jedi always had a motive of his own, if it got Anakin mobile during their stay on Naboo, it was worth it. “Yes, quit it.”
The little Sith was as mechanically disinclined as was physically possible; pouring water on an open circuit was safer then letting her play. “C’mon…” She knelt between his feet, and nuzzled her way up, nipping the inside of his thigh through the cloth. “I’m bored.”
Anakin groaned, and bumped his head on the undercarriage of the speeder. “Halley!”
“Anakin!” She repeated in exactly the same tone, and retreated.
“Hand me the hydrospanner.” Anakin growled, worming a hand under the speeder to rub his forehead. The other hand he stuck out, and he wiggled his fingers for the tool. A moment later the correct one was placed in his grip, and he carefully started loosening the release for the coolant tank. He had it almost perfect, ready to slide out and set off the release so that the dark fluid would pour into it’s proper container, when he heard a sigh that heralded doom. Halley leaned against the side of the speeder, the hydro spanner shifted, and Anakin yelped under a deluge of old, used coolant. He skidded out, and stood up with a furious yelp, reaching for a towel and wiping his eyes.
Halley had noted the severity of her mistake and was already fleeing back to the house. Anakin snarled and stalked towards the compound, seeing red and smelling burned coolant. She was no where in sight when he got to the guest room they were sharing, and he stepped into the refresher with a heavy sigh. He stripped down, too preoccupied by the stinking liquid matting his hair and sticking to his face to pay any mind to the mechanical arm as it became visible. He stood in the stream of hot water and scrubbed his face, shoulders, and hair till his skin was stinging. When he considered himself fully clean, he stepped back out of the refresher, and reached for a towel.
Halley was standing there, demurely, holding up a warm, fresh towel and holding a bundle of new clothes. Anakin scowled down at her, and started to dry himself off. “You’re not off the hook.”
She pouted, and set his clothes aside. “Come on, I didn’t know it was going to do that.”
“You expect me to believe that a Force adept who has spent ALL day trying to get me to pay attention to her DIDN’T intentionally sabotage my attempts to finish working?”
“Yes.”
“FORCE you drive me crazy!” He scowled, and reached for his robes on the counter. Halley grinned, and turned to walk away.
“Not driving anywhere, you messed up the speeder.”
Anakin moved before he could even register what had happened. He caught up to Halley in two steps, turned her to face him and took another step across the room. He had her pinned to the bed before even her cat-like reflexes caught up, and she looked every bit as startled as a pitten caught with it’s paw stuck in the cream. “You,” he hissed, looming over her, “are trying my patience today.”
She stared back into gold eyes, and noted the shift his personality had taken. The speed, the accent, the speech pattern; all signs pointed towards Anakin’s other personality holding the reigns. Either Halley had too much courage or not enough brains, but she couldn’t resist prodding Anakin’s darker side. “Not really trying anything, you just have no patience.”
He took a breath in through his nose, counted to ten, and let it back out his mouth. She whimpered, softly, the metal fingers digging into her shoulder. He loomed close, almost sneering. “You like it.”
“L… like what?”
“Pissing.” He tightened his grip; she yelped softly. “Me.” He slid a knee between her thighs and forced them apart. “Off.” He leaned down, grinding in hard between her legs. She moaned softly, her head rocking back, and her eyes closed.
“A bit.” She bit her lip and met his eyes, hers shifted as gold as his and the jagged, pink corona around the iris slowly darkened to blood red.
“Little masochist.” He snarled at her, snapping his teeth, and she glared back.
“You’re one to talk.” She tried to sit up, to throw him off, but he put his weight behind keeping her pinned.
“Not. Today.” Everything was annunciated clearly, and he looked over the little body pinned beneath him. He’d grown into his lanky frame, and he was easily the taller of them by almost a head, but her frame was muscular, despite it’s smaller size. She had the same body as a runner, or a dancer, and even when the part of his mind that was Anakin was suppressed under the thing that was Vader, he found her absolutely delectable.
Anakin moved both her hands into his right hand grip over her head, and the mechanical hand locked as surely as a pair of handcuffs would. She looked up, and jerked on her wrists, mildly surprised. She narrowed her eyes and shifted under him. “You… you’re…” It. The other-self. Vader.
“You wanted my attention. You have it.” He growled it out in her ear, his free hand moving to undo her belt. She gasped softly, and her eyes fluttered shut again. He removed the belt one handed, and tugged the mock-Jedi robes open, nipping at soft flesh as it was exposed. Halley whimpered in mingled delight and pain as he closed his teeth on a nipple, hard enough to leave tooth marks. His hand slid lower, and started to tug her leggings down, though his own body was getting in the way. He moved aside, metal hand never releasing her wrists, and laughed in mild amusement as she helped kick the leggings out of the way. She might play fight back, and resist, but there was no doubt she was consenting.
He slid between her legs again, bumping flesh to flesh, and she whimpered, loudly, in his ear. He chuckled softly and took his time about running his still human hand over her skin. He traced old and new scars, soft grooves of muscle, and left a whole series of bite marks she knew she’d be feeling later. She made a light, frustrated noise, and ground her hips against his. “Anakin…”
He grinned, and mockingly replied in the same tone of voice. “Halley…” She ground her teeth, and he smirked, insufferably smug. “You tried my patience, now I’m trying yours. You see how it balances out?” One hand slid between them, and she moaned as he pushed the very tip of himself within her.
“Y….yes…” She nodded, almost desperately, and he smirked, drawing back and leaving her whimpering again.
“I don’t think you understand the severity of the situation.” She blinked, and met his eyes. Anakin’s gold gaze was as hard as steel.
“The severity?”
“Yes.” He frowned, and traced a finger down between her breasts. “You seriously pissed me off. You are going to suffer for it.” That hand slid lower, till he reached the smooth cleft of skin, and his fingertips idly rubbed against the knot of nerve there. She squirmed and whimpered, and tugged again at her trapped wrists.
“How… are you…going to punish me?” She sounded genuinely afraid, which sent a spike of dark, sadistic pleasure up his spine.
“It’s going to be rough, my pet…” He settled in close again, and moved to bury himself to the hilt in one slick thrust. She cried out in relief, her hands balling into useless fists. He grinned, and moved to lift her left knee up to his chest, silently thanking her makers for crafting such a flexible creature. She gasped as he moved within her and found the angle he wanted to work with. Normally lovemaking was a playful thing for them, they would find the right position for them both and gently work their ways to climax. When she would indulge his masochistic side, she could concoct any number of delicious torments that would make the gentle rock of her hips pure bliss by comparison. This was different. He held her leg against his chest to plunder the deepest depths of her pleasure, and rocked in hard.
She yelped again, eyes gone from afraid to unsure. He rocked again, harder and faster, and she moaned in response. He couldn’t help but chuckle to himself; his guess was right, she was enjoying the forceful flavor of the encounter. He closed his eyes and set up a rhythm, rocking harder and deeper and faster until she was near begging for climax. He paused, slowed, and waited as her eyes snapped open and she made a strangled noise of confusion. He just smirked.
“Patience, pet.” She let off a string of huttese curses, and he laughed out loud. “Force, what a mouth on you…” He leaned over her and his mouth settled against hers. His tongue traced over her lower lip and she moaned again; lips parted and she kissed back with a will. Anakin made a soft noise of pleasure at the taste of her mouth; she still had the flavor of the candy she’d been suckling on earlier. He couldn’t help but thrust again, and her mouth broke from his with a gasp.
“Please… Anakin please, just do it.” She looked for his eyes but he ignored them and ducked his head to mouth over the unbitten breast. She whimpered, hands balled into fists again. “N..no, Anakin, don’t-”
He bit again, a little harder then the first. She cried out and arched up against him, their sweat slicked bodies moved as one to complete the thrust he’d already started. He groaned, and realized he was rapidly becoming as hungry for climax as she was. He repositioned her under him, and slid his knees under her thighs to raise her hips off the bed. She moaned every time his movements carelessly plundered her depth.
He paused, satisfied with their new position, and smoothly rocked to the hilt. She whimpered joyfully, and he grinned, repeating the motion. He thrust again and again, deeper and harder till he lost count. Her usually soft, controlled, playful voice broke over the syllables of his name, and he could see tears forming under her eyelids and pure exultation on her face when he checked. He didn’t slow his motions as her moans grew deeper, and he rested his head on her shoulder, trying not to lose it before she did.
Her body went tense under his, and her inner walls clenched tight around him as her mouth opened. She cried out, the unmistakable sound of ecstasy resounding in his ears. He matched her cry with a low yowl of his own, and spilled every drop of his seed within her in a hot, glorious rush. As the world slowly returned to them, he relaxed his grip on her wrists and slid the hand back under her, head pillowed on her shoulder. His fury spent, he nuzzled in.
Halley made a soft, contented noise, and nuzzled back.
Anakin glanced up, eyes gone soft and sapphire blue. “Are you okay?”
“I am… fantastic.” She grinned impishly. “Although, if that was supposed to deter me from poking at you while you’re working, it was an abysmal failure.”
He snickered, and kissed her neck gently. “Next time, I’m just going to tie you up and leave you on the bed.”
She grinned, and closed her eyes. “….totally worth it.”
He grinned back, and nodded. “I can’t help but agree…”
Sith Lords and Lollypops Storyline: Patience
Rating: R... yes, R, for explicit sex. If you don't want to read it, hit the back button already.
Characters: Anakin Skywalker and Halley Atremis.
Summery: Anakin is trying to repair an old, busted speeder car while the wayward Sith and Jedi are taking refuge on Naboo with Senator Amidala... but Halley is taking out her boredom on him...
Last chance to back out, it's pretty explicit. XD YOU'VE BEEN WARNED.
“Halley, damnit, knock it off.”
“No.”
Anakin was laid out on his back, flattened out as best he could to reach the underside of the speeder car he was working on. Obi had promised; if he could get the thing running, it would be his. Though the Jedi always had a motive of his own, if it got Anakin mobile during their stay on Naboo, it was worth it. “Yes, quit it.”
The little Sith was as mechanically disinclined as was physically possible; pouring water on an open circuit was safer then letting her play. “C’mon…” She knelt between his feet, and nuzzled her way up, nipping the inside of his thigh through the cloth. “I’m bored.”
Anakin groaned, and bumped his head on the undercarriage of the speeder. “Halley!”
“Anakin!” She repeated in exactly the same tone, and retreated.
“Hand me the hydrospanner.” Anakin growled, worming a hand under the speeder to rub his forehead. The other hand he stuck out, and he wiggled his fingers for the tool. A moment later the correct one was placed in his grip, and he carefully started loosening the release for the coolant tank. He had it almost perfect, ready to slide out and set off the release so that the dark fluid would pour into it’s proper container, when he heard a sigh that heralded doom. Halley leaned against the side of the speeder, the hydro spanner shifted, and Anakin yelped under a deluge of old, used coolant. He skidded out, and stood up with a furious yelp, reaching for a towel and wiping his eyes.
Halley had noted the severity of her mistake and was already fleeing back to the house. Anakin snarled and stalked towards the compound, seeing red and smelling burned coolant. She was no where in sight when he got to the guest room they were sharing, and he stepped into the refresher with a heavy sigh. He stripped down, too preoccupied by the stinking liquid matting his hair and sticking to his face to pay any mind to the mechanical arm as it became visible. He stood in the stream of hot water and scrubbed his face, shoulders, and hair till his skin was stinging. When he considered himself fully clean, he stepped back out of the refresher, and reached for a towel.
Halley was standing there, demurely, holding up a warm, fresh towel and holding a bundle of new clothes. Anakin scowled down at her, and started to dry himself off. “You’re not off the hook.”
She pouted, and set his clothes aside. “Come on, I didn’t know it was going to do that.”
“You expect me to believe that a Force adept who has spent ALL day trying to get me to pay attention to her DIDN’T intentionally sabotage my attempts to finish working?”
“Yes.”
“FORCE you drive me crazy!” He scowled, and reached for his robes on the counter. Halley grinned, and turned to walk away.
“Not driving anywhere, you messed up the speeder.”
Anakin moved before he could even register what had happened. He caught up to Halley in two steps, turned her to face him and took another step across the room. He had her pinned to the bed before even her cat-like reflexes caught up, and she looked every bit as startled as a pitten caught with it’s paw stuck in the cream. “You,” he hissed, looming over her, “are trying my patience today.”
She stared back into gold eyes, and noted the shift his personality had taken. The speed, the accent, the speech pattern; all signs pointed towards Anakin’s other personality holding the reigns. Either Halley had too much courage or not enough brains, but she couldn’t resist prodding Anakin’s darker side. “Not really trying anything, you just have no patience.”
He took a breath in through his nose, counted to ten, and let it back out his mouth. She whimpered, softly, the metal fingers digging into her shoulder. He loomed close, almost sneering. “You like it.”
“L… like what?”
“Pissing.” He tightened his grip; she yelped softly. “Me.” He slid a knee between her thighs and forced them apart. “Off.” He leaned down, grinding in hard between her legs. She moaned softly, her head rocking back, and her eyes closed.
“A bit.” She bit her lip and met his eyes, hers shifted as gold as his and the jagged, pink corona around the iris slowly darkened to blood red.
“Little masochist.” He snarled at her, snapping his teeth, and she glared back.
“You’re one to talk.” She tried to sit up, to throw him off, but he put his weight behind keeping her pinned.
“Not. Today.” Everything was annunciated clearly, and he looked over the little body pinned beneath him. He’d grown into his lanky frame, and he was easily the taller of them by almost a head, but her frame was muscular, despite it’s smaller size. She had the same body as a runner, or a dancer, and even when the part of his mind that was Anakin was suppressed under the thing that was Vader, he found her absolutely delectable.
Anakin moved both her hands into his right hand grip over her head, and the mechanical hand locked as surely as a pair of handcuffs would. She looked up, and jerked on her wrists, mildly surprised. She narrowed her eyes and shifted under him. “You… you’re…” It. The other-self. Vader.
“You wanted my attention. You have it.” He growled it out in her ear, his free hand moving to undo her belt. She gasped softly, and her eyes fluttered shut again. He removed the belt one handed, and tugged the mock-Jedi robes open, nipping at soft flesh as it was exposed. Halley whimpered in mingled delight and pain as he closed his teeth on a nipple, hard enough to leave tooth marks. His hand slid lower, and started to tug her leggings down, though his own body was getting in the way. He moved aside, metal hand never releasing her wrists, and laughed in mild amusement as she helped kick the leggings out of the way. She might play fight back, and resist, but there was no doubt she was consenting.
He slid between her legs again, bumping flesh to flesh, and she whimpered, loudly, in his ear. He chuckled softly and took his time about running his still human hand over her skin. He traced old and new scars, soft grooves of muscle, and left a whole series of bite marks she knew she’d be feeling later. She made a light, frustrated noise, and ground her hips against his. “Anakin…”
He grinned, and mockingly replied in the same tone of voice. “Halley…” She ground her teeth, and he smirked, insufferably smug. “You tried my patience, now I’m trying yours. You see how it balances out?” One hand slid between them, and she moaned as he pushed the very tip of himself within her.
“Y….yes…” She nodded, almost desperately, and he smirked, drawing back and leaving her whimpering again.
“I don’t think you understand the severity of the situation.” She blinked, and met his eyes. Anakin’s gold gaze was as hard as steel.
“The severity?”
“Yes.” He frowned, and traced a finger down between her breasts. “You seriously pissed me off. You are going to suffer for it.” That hand slid lower, till he reached the smooth cleft of skin, and his fingertips idly rubbed against the knot of nerve there. She squirmed and whimpered, and tugged again at her trapped wrists.
“How… are you…going to punish me?” She sounded genuinely afraid, which sent a spike of dark, sadistic pleasure up his spine.
“It’s going to be rough, my pet…” He settled in close again, and moved to bury himself to the hilt in one slick thrust. She cried out in relief, her hands balling into useless fists. He grinned, and moved to lift her left knee up to his chest, silently thanking her makers for crafting such a flexible creature. She gasped as he moved within her and found the angle he wanted to work with. Normally lovemaking was a playful thing for them, they would find the right position for them both and gently work their ways to climax. When she would indulge his masochistic side, she could concoct any number of delicious torments that would make the gentle rock of her hips pure bliss by comparison. This was different. He held her leg against his chest to plunder the deepest depths of her pleasure, and rocked in hard.
She yelped again, eyes gone from afraid to unsure. He rocked again, harder and faster, and she moaned in response. He couldn’t help but chuckle to himself; his guess was right, she was enjoying the forceful flavor of the encounter. He closed his eyes and set up a rhythm, rocking harder and deeper and faster until she was near begging for climax. He paused, slowed, and waited as her eyes snapped open and she made a strangled noise of confusion. He just smirked.
“Patience, pet.” She let off a string of huttese curses, and he laughed out loud. “Force, what a mouth on you…” He leaned over her and his mouth settled against hers. His tongue traced over her lower lip and she moaned again; lips parted and she kissed back with a will. Anakin made a soft noise of pleasure at the taste of her mouth; she still had the flavor of the candy she’d been suckling on earlier. He couldn’t help but thrust again, and her mouth broke from his with a gasp.
“Please… Anakin please, just do it.” She looked for his eyes but he ignored them and ducked his head to mouth over the unbitten breast. She whimpered, hands balled into fists again. “N..no, Anakin, don’t-”
He bit again, a little harder then the first. She cried out and arched up against him, their sweat slicked bodies moved as one to complete the thrust he’d already started. He groaned, and realized he was rapidly becoming as hungry for climax as she was. He repositioned her under him, and slid his knees under her thighs to raise her hips off the bed. She moaned every time his movements carelessly plundered her depth.
He paused, satisfied with their new position, and smoothly rocked to the hilt. She whimpered joyfully, and he grinned, repeating the motion. He thrust again and again, deeper and harder till he lost count. Her usually soft, controlled, playful voice broke over the syllables of his name, and he could see tears forming under her eyelids and pure exultation on her face when he checked. He didn’t slow his motions as her moans grew deeper, and he rested his head on her shoulder, trying not to lose it before she did.
Her body went tense under his, and her inner walls clenched tight around him as her mouth opened. She cried out, the unmistakable sound of ecstasy resounding in his ears. He matched her cry with a low yowl of his own, and spilled every drop of his seed within her in a hot, glorious rush. As the world slowly returned to them, he relaxed his grip on her wrists and slid the hand back under her, head pillowed on her shoulder. His fury spent, he nuzzled in.
Halley made a soft, contented noise, and nuzzled back.
Anakin glanced up, eyes gone soft and sapphire blue. “Are you okay?”
“I am… fantastic.” She grinned impishly. “Although, if that was supposed to deter me from poking at you while you’re working, it was an abysmal failure.”
He snickered, and kissed her neck gently. “Next time, I’m just going to tie you up and leave you on the bed.”
She grinned, and closed her eyes. “….totally worth it.”
He grinned back, and nodded. “I can’t help but agree…”