Star Wars: In Which Anakin Is a (Married, Smutty) Dork
Rating: R
Spoilers: Er, Anakin doesn't die in this timeline?
Character/Pairing: Anakin/Tahiri
Author's Note: So instead of dying above Myrkr, Anakin Solo merely went into a coma for a while, then got better. Funny how everything comes out better that way. (Also, the rating: it's a very soft R but I want to cover myself so yeah.)
Warnings: Sexual themes, AU
Summary: Anakin gets used to the idea of being married. Coma!AU
In Which Anakin Is a (Married, Smutty) Dork
Anakin and Tahiri sat on the secluded beach, watching the sun set. They had eloped that morning, and Jacen and Jaina had promised to cover for them for a few days while they took a short honeymoon.
Worrying about the details, though, was the farthest thing from Anakin's mind at the moment, as Tahiri leaned against him, settling into his side as though she had always been there. He put his arm around her and they sat like that for a moment before Anakin found his hand sliding downward, under the top half of Tahiri's bikini, to rest on the soft skin of her breast.
Anakin immediately felt self-conscious and almost snatched his hand back up to her shoulder, but Tahiri's approving noise reminded him that it was okay, they were married now. His suddenly tensed body relaxed again, and though he was still highly aware of where his hand was, he decided that wasn't exactly a bad thing. As Tahiri made another approving noise, his hand began to explore the area hidden by her bikini top.
He slid his hand between her breasts and kissed the back of her neck, then shifted his position a bit and placed his other hand on her stomach just above her belly button. Now he was free to use both hands; they began exploring every inch of Tahiri's body seemingly on their own.
Before long one of Anakin's wandering hands made its way beneath the lower portion of her bikini, finding the warm, moist place between her legs. He began to rub gently and Tahiri's noises of approval became more frequent and more insistent. He focused on these noises, seeing what sound she would make next. It didn't seem like very long before she turned around and kissed him deeply, then pulled back and looked at him.
“So, do you want to go do something?” she asked.
“Do what?” Anakin asked. His mind was a complete blank. What could be better than what they were already doing?
“What do you think?” Tahiri replied, rather pointedly.
Anakin's mind caught up to the situation and he felt himself grinning. A strange sort of laugh escaped him. Tahiri looked at him as though she wasn't sure whether to be annoyed or amused; amused won.
“Yes, that,” she said with a bit of a smirk.
Anakin had to remind himself once again that they were finally married; doing that was perfectly fine and pretty much expected. Actually, he realized, he was very glad it was expected.
“I think that's an excellent idea,” he said, and he was soon proven absolutely right.
Spoilers: Er, Anakin doesn't die in this timeline?
Character/Pairing: Anakin/Tahiri
Author's Note: So instead of dying above Myrkr, Anakin Solo merely went into a coma for a while, then got better. Funny how everything comes out better that way. (Also, the rating: it's a very soft R but I want to cover myself so yeah.)
Warnings: Sexual themes, AU
Summary: Anakin gets used to the idea of being married. Coma!AU
In Which Anakin Is a (Married, Smutty) Dork
Anakin and Tahiri sat on the secluded beach, watching the sun set. They had eloped that morning, and Jacen and Jaina had promised to cover for them for a few days while they took a short honeymoon.
Worrying about the details, though, was the farthest thing from Anakin's mind at the moment, as Tahiri leaned against him, settling into his side as though she had always been there. He put his arm around her and they sat like that for a moment before Anakin found his hand sliding downward, under the top half of Tahiri's bikini, to rest on the soft skin of her breast.
Anakin immediately felt self-conscious and almost snatched his hand back up to her shoulder, but Tahiri's approving noise reminded him that it was okay, they were married now. His suddenly tensed body relaxed again, and though he was still highly aware of where his hand was, he decided that wasn't exactly a bad thing. As Tahiri made another approving noise, his hand began to explore the area hidden by her bikini top.
He slid his hand between her breasts and kissed the back of her neck, then shifted his position a bit and placed his other hand on her stomach just above her belly button. Now he was free to use both hands; they began exploring every inch of Tahiri's body seemingly on their own.
Before long one of Anakin's wandering hands made its way beneath the lower portion of her bikini, finding the warm, moist place between her legs. He began to rub gently and Tahiri's noises of approval became more frequent and more insistent. He focused on these noises, seeing what sound she would make next. It didn't seem like very long before she turned around and kissed him deeply, then pulled back and looked at him.
“So, do you want to go do something?” she asked.
“Do what?” Anakin asked. His mind was a complete blank. What could be better than what they were already doing?
“What do you think?” Tahiri replied, rather pointedly.
Anakin's mind caught up to the situation and he felt himself grinning. A strange sort of laugh escaped him. Tahiri looked at him as though she wasn't sure whether to be annoyed or amused; amused won.
“Yes, that,” she said with a bit of a smirk.
Anakin had to remind himself once again that they were finally married; doing that was perfectly fine and pretty much expected. Actually, he realized, he was very glad it was expected.
“I think that's an excellent idea,” he said, and he was soon proven absolutely right.