Table for Two
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Category:
Star Wars (All) › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,465
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Table for Two
Table for Two
Title: Table for Two
Author: Acaciah
email: acaciah@acaciahsrealm.com
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Anakin Skywalker, Acaciah Skywalker
Category: Romance, alt. universe
Discer: er: All familiar characters & places belong to Uncle George,
the Great Flannelled One, all rights reserved to him. All unfamiliar characters & places belong to me, with respective rights to myself. No profits made from any of Uncle George's characters,
just some fun!
Genre: Star Wars Prequels, alt. universe
Summary: Anakin and Acaciah enjoy an evening alone…
“I have a surprise for you,” Anakin led Acaciah into the dining room, his hand over her eyes. He uncovered them to reveal a table set with sumptuous foods and wine.
“Ooh!” her face lit up. “What’s the occasion?” she asked.
“Obi-Wan’s babysitting!” he replied, indicating a settee beside the table. He picked up a tray of fruits and settled beside her.
“We don’t normally dine this way,” she pointed out as he tugged at her outer tunics.
“We don’t normally have the house to ourselves either,” he smiled and plucked a grape for he try try. Acaciah laughed, for moments without their three little ones crawling around them were rare indeed! Anakin shed his tunics and reached for a wineglass, floating it over to them; he sipped it and passed it to Acaciah. She swirled the glass and took a swallow, then set the glass down. He seized her lips with his own, first tenderly and then more deeply. Acaciah’s arms wound around his neck, drawing him closer.
“Mmm,” Acaciah sighed as their lips parted. “We should have this for dinner every night!” Anakin grinned slyly and divested her of the last of her tunics. “Hey!” she cried in mock protest.
“You’re a Fiona, dear, you ought to enjoy dining au naturale,” he teased and cupped her breasts, his long fingers wrapped around their taut peaks. She sighed and tugged at the ponytail at the nape of his neck to draw him closer, their lips meeting again; when their lips parted again he smiled at her. “What would you like to try first, mi priana?” he asked.
Acaciah’s emerald eyes raked Anakin’s lithe frame, telling him she’d prefer to nibble on him much more than any treats the table might offer. “Perhaps here,” she said, her lips caressing his adam’s apple and trailing down his bronzed flesh. “Mm, perhaps here?” she gave him an impish look and tasted the hard bud of his nipple. She nipped at it playfully and Anakin bit his lip, wishing she’d take her ministrations lower. “Take these off, love,” she said, answering his unspoken wish. He stripped completely; Acaciah licked her lips in anticipation as he stood before her. She drew his hips to her and laved downward, her lips grazing the tip of his jutting manhood. “Shall I start here, darling?” she teased him gently. He sighed as she wrapped her lips around his desire, her head bobbing over his generous length; Anakin cupped her breasts, his long fingers kneading their taut peaks. Acaciah gave a little moan of protest against him and bobbed faster, gripping his hips tighter. Anakin’s head tilted back, his lips parting in a soft moan as she pleasured him; his hands left her breasts to tangle in her hair and lifted her face to meet his hungry gaze.
“I want you, Acaciah!” he said, pushing flat onto the settee and settling between her thighs. He gripped her hips and dove into her ruby delta, testing her readiness for him.
She squirmed, her hips bucking against his lips. “Anakin!” his name was a soft moan of pleasure. “Take me!”
He grinned at her and slid to meet her eye to eye; Acaciah wrapped her legs around his waist and he thrust deeply, wringing a moan from them both. They moved together, thrust for thrust, and moan for moan; Anakin pumped her into one furious peak and another.
“Oh, oh, ooh!” she cried as she tightened against him, sweet shudders of delight coursing through them both. Acaciah’s nails dug into his back, etching her pleasure into his skin.
Anakin groaned his approval against the shell of her ear, his own release coming hard and fast. He shuddered inside Acaciah, spilling his seed inside her. “I love you,” he said, collapsing atop her, their bodies still intertwined.
“I love you, too,” Acaciah sighed happily. Anakin’s stomach rumbled, sending them both into peals of laughter. “Do you think we’ll have time to eat?” she mused aloud.
“Yes, mi priana,” Anakin grinned, his eyes traveling over Acaciah’s ravished form.
“What mischief are you plotting now, Anakin?” she inquired.
“I’m just deciding how I’d like my dessert!” he replied.
Title: Table for Two
Author: Acaciah
email: acaciah@acaciahsrealm.com
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Anakin Skywalker, Acaciah Skywalker
Category: Romance, alt. universe
Discer: er: All familiar characters & places belong to Uncle George,
the Great Flannelled One, all rights reserved to him. All unfamiliar characters & places belong to me, with respective rights to myself. No profits made from any of Uncle George's characters,
just some fun!
Genre: Star Wars Prequels, alt. universe
Summary: Anakin and Acaciah enjoy an evening alone…
“I have a surprise for you,” Anakin led Acaciah into the dining room, his hand over her eyes. He uncovered them to reveal a table set with sumptuous foods and wine.
“Ooh!” her face lit up. “What’s the occasion?” she asked.
“Obi-Wan’s babysitting!” he replied, indicating a settee beside the table. He picked up a tray of fruits and settled beside her.
“We don’t normally dine this way,” she pointed out as he tugged at her outer tunics.
“We don’t normally have the house to ourselves either,” he smiled and plucked a grape for he try try. Acaciah laughed, for moments without their three little ones crawling around them were rare indeed! Anakin shed his tunics and reached for a wineglass, floating it over to them; he sipped it and passed it to Acaciah. She swirled the glass and took a swallow, then set the glass down. He seized her lips with his own, first tenderly and then more deeply. Acaciah’s arms wound around his neck, drawing him closer.
“Mmm,” Acaciah sighed as their lips parted. “We should have this for dinner every night!” Anakin grinned slyly and divested her of the last of her tunics. “Hey!” she cried in mock protest.
“You’re a Fiona, dear, you ought to enjoy dining au naturale,” he teased and cupped her breasts, his long fingers wrapped around their taut peaks. She sighed and tugged at the ponytail at the nape of his neck to draw him closer, their lips meeting again; when their lips parted again he smiled at her. “What would you like to try first, mi priana?” he asked.
Acaciah’s emerald eyes raked Anakin’s lithe frame, telling him she’d prefer to nibble on him much more than any treats the table might offer. “Perhaps here,” she said, her lips caressing his adam’s apple and trailing down his bronzed flesh. “Mm, perhaps here?” she gave him an impish look and tasted the hard bud of his nipple. She nipped at it playfully and Anakin bit his lip, wishing she’d take her ministrations lower. “Take these off, love,” she said, answering his unspoken wish. He stripped completely; Acaciah licked her lips in anticipation as he stood before her. She drew his hips to her and laved downward, her lips grazing the tip of his jutting manhood. “Shall I start here, darling?” she teased him gently. He sighed as she wrapped her lips around his desire, her head bobbing over his generous length; Anakin cupped her breasts, his long fingers kneading their taut peaks. Acaciah gave a little moan of protest against him and bobbed faster, gripping his hips tighter. Anakin’s head tilted back, his lips parting in a soft moan as she pleasured him; his hands left her breasts to tangle in her hair and lifted her face to meet his hungry gaze.
“I want you, Acaciah!” he said, pushing flat onto the settee and settling between her thighs. He gripped her hips and dove into her ruby delta, testing her readiness for him.
She squirmed, her hips bucking against his lips. “Anakin!” his name was a soft moan of pleasure. “Take me!”
He grinned at her and slid to meet her eye to eye; Acaciah wrapped her legs around his waist and he thrust deeply, wringing a moan from them both. They moved together, thrust for thrust, and moan for moan; Anakin pumped her into one furious peak and another.
“Oh, oh, ooh!” she cried as she tightened against him, sweet shudders of delight coursing through them both. Acaciah’s nails dug into his back, etching her pleasure into his skin.
Anakin groaned his approval against the shell of her ear, his own release coming hard and fast. He shuddered inside Acaciah, spilling his seed inside her. “I love you,” he said, collapsing atop her, their bodies still intertwined.
“I love you, too,” Acaciah sighed happily. Anakin’s stomach rumbled, sending them both into peals of laughter. “Do you think we’ll have time to eat?” she mused aloud.
“Yes, mi priana,” Anakin grinned, his eyes traveling over Acaciah’s ravished form.
“What mischief are you plotting now, Anakin?” she inquired.
“I’m just deciding how I’d like my dessert!” he replied.