Love's Storm ~ Prompt #070
Title: Love's Storm
Fandom: Star Wars
Characters: Obi-Wan/Padme
Prompt: Storm
Word Count: 374
Rating: R
Summary: Love is like a storm, and Obi-Wan and Padme are in the center of it.
Author's Notes: I may or may not have stolen this idea from "The Storm" by Kate Chopin. I only realized that it ran similar after I started writing. Believe what you will.
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She lay in his arms, naked body entwined with his. They were by no means alone on the ship, but the room they were in was reserved for her, being a high-ranking handmaiden to the Queen. The journey to the little town they had landed outside of had been delayed due to a sandstorm. The winds buffeted the cruiser, but the Queen, her handmaidens, the Jedi, pilots and security staff were nestled snugly inside.
She awoke with a start, as a large blast actually rocked the ship and thundered loudly.
He rubbed her back gently. "Shhh. It's okay, it's only the storm. Go back to sleep, love."
She didn't tell him that her fear was of being caught, and not the storm.
*****
Space was indeed cold, as they sped through hyperspace to Coruscant. She lay awake in his embrace, thinking about...not him.
He pulled her closer and snuggled against her back. She pulled his arms around her more tightly, trying to banish the vision of that little slave boy from her mind.
He awoke with a start, as the turmoil in her heart pulled him from deep sleep. She felt the change in him and turned in his arms.
She kissed him on the lips. She placed a gentle hand on his cheek. "Shhh. It's okay. It's only a storm. It will pass. Let me kiss you back to sleep."
He didn't tell her that his concern was of losing her to someone else, and not her feelings.
*****
Their passion matched the thundering storm outside the windows. The driving sheets of rain obscured the cityscape of Coruscant. Her lips slid over his recklessly, as she clutched his shoulder, digging her nails into his flesh. He thrust into her again and again, their moans blotted out only by the crashing thunder. She cried out his name as she found sweet and blessed release; he did likewise as he spilled his essence into her.
Breathing heavily, their fingers entwined, they gazed at each other in the darkness of the room.
They didn't have to tell each other that the their love was for the one before them, and not for the ones they would return to in the morning.
Fandom: Star Wars
Characters: Obi-Wan/Padme
Prompt: Storm
Word Count: 374
Rating: R
Summary: Love is like a storm, and Obi-Wan and Padme are in the center of it.
Author's Notes: I may or may not have stolen this idea from "The Storm" by Kate Chopin. I only realized that it ran similar after I started writing. Believe what you will.
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She lay in his arms, naked body entwined with his. They were by no means alone on the ship, but the room they were in was reserved for her, being a high-ranking handmaiden to the Queen. The journey to the little town they had landed outside of had been delayed due to a sandstorm. The winds buffeted the cruiser, but the Queen, her handmaidens, the Jedi, pilots and security staff were nestled snugly inside.
She awoke with a start, as a large blast actually rocked the ship and thundered loudly.
He rubbed her back gently. "Shhh. It's okay, it's only the storm. Go back to sleep, love."
She didn't tell him that her fear was of being caught, and not the storm.
*****
Space was indeed cold, as they sped through hyperspace to Coruscant. She lay awake in his embrace, thinking about...not him.
He pulled her closer and snuggled against her back. She pulled his arms around her more tightly, trying to banish the vision of that little slave boy from her mind.
He awoke with a start, as the turmoil in her heart pulled him from deep sleep. She felt the change in him and turned in his arms.
She kissed him on the lips. She placed a gentle hand on his cheek. "Shhh. It's okay. It's only a storm. It will pass. Let me kiss you back to sleep."
He didn't tell her that his concern was of losing her to someone else, and not her feelings.
*****
Their passion matched the thundering storm outside the windows. The driving sheets of rain obscured the cityscape of Coruscant. Her lips slid over his recklessly, as she clutched his shoulder, digging her nails into his flesh. He thrust into her again and again, their moans blotted out only by the crashing thunder. She cried out his name as she found sweet and blessed release; he did likewise as he spilled his essence into her.
Breathing heavily, their fingers entwined, they gazed at each other in the darkness of the room.
They didn't have to tell each other that the their love was for the one before them, and not for the ones they would return to in the morning.