Noon & Later - E/C #21 - NC-17
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NOON & LATER
by ginchy
The Empress is running late. Mara rolled her eyes as she flashed Inga a distracted smile and dashed into her suite, the door cycling closed behind her. She liked Br’aad, truly. He had been an invaluable resource, funny and witty, if somewhat annoying. Annoying only in that he kept her ‘free time’ as on task as the rest of her hectic day. Long gone were the blissful lunch hours she had spent wrapped in her Consort’s arms. Now Br’aad had her dining with the galaxy’s elite, discussing matters of galactic importance over working lunches.
Luke liked to joke that it was bad for the digestion and he wasn’t far from wrong. She was on her way to another luncheon now, with…. somebody that Br’aad would be sure to remind her of once they were en-route. But for now, Mara had realized that she had forgotten her attaché case and had dashed into her suite to grab it, leaving her guards in the outer chamber as she dashed into the suite. She ran into the sitting area but didn’t see the case. Backtracking over her memory, she imagined walking into the suite the night before and being greeted by her husband. He had taken the case from her hands while kissing her and had placed it… Mara closed her eyes and remembered backing into the bedroom with him.
Turning toward the bedroom, she threw open the door and spied the case on the floor by the bed. She bent down to retrieve it, only to find a naked foot once more in her line of sight.
“Well, hello,” the owner of the foot said, and she looked up, tracing the strong line of her Consort’s damp leg, taking in the full measure of his nakedness unabashedly.
“Hi,” she said, taking another admiring glance as she snatched up her case and stood. She leaned in and brushed her lips against his. “And bye. Off to another ‘Working Lunch’.”
Luke frowned. “I think Br’aad’s working you too hard. Even the Empress deserves a lunch break.”
Mara blew out a frustrated puff of air. “Yes, but he’s right. I need to be speaking with the people more. And you’re one to talk about working too hard. Or did you think I hadn’t heard about the new trainees you’d found?”
“I was actually getting dressed to go and meet up with them… after my lunch break.” He gave her a pointed look.
“I’ll be eating vinishi noodles and kaviarli soon enough, my love,” Mara said, with a pat to his cheek. She let her eyes wander down his body. “And I have some eye-candy to tide me over until then.”
Luke grinned. “Cute. Okay, kiss me goodbye.”
Mara rolled her eyes. “Already did, Farmboy.”
“You call that a kiss? It was barely a peck.”
“You, Consort, are trying to bait me,” Mara said, forgetting about her luncheon for a moment as she reached out a finger to circle his bicep. He had the fresh from the shower clean scent to him and she inhaled it deeply.
“Is it working?” He dropped his voice into the husky whisper that drove her wild.
He stepped closer into her personal space, not close enough to touch, but enough so that his body heat warmed her. “No…” she whispered, but the word sounded shaky, even to her ears.
“No?” He brought a hand to her face and delicately worked it into the hair behind her ear, pulling her face closer to his. “All I’m asking for is a kiss, my Empress.”
“Liar,” Mara murmured. But at that moment, she didn’t care about luncheons or Br’aad any longer. Not when her Consort’s full lips were just… there. She leaned in and kissed him, dropping her case to the floor as her one hand plunged into his hair and the other curled around his shoulder, pulling his nude body flush with hers.
He groaned into their kiss and she flooded with damp heat, loving how undone he became even at just a kiss. His mouth worked hers open frantically, his tongue meeting and caressing hers, his familiar taste falling over her tongue, far tastier than any delicacies she would have been served at lunch.
She ran her hand down his strong back to his ass, caressing the smooth skin there and shifting her body forward to encourage the growing hardness between his legs. It bobbed and poked against her belly and she was done for. She no longer cared about Br’aad or luncheon meetings with feuding moffs. Tearing her mouth from his, she gave him a wicked smile and reached for the buttons on her bodice. “Was that kiss more to your liking, my Consort?”
Luke’s blue eyes were bright as he looked into her eyes. He stalked her backward to the bed, looming over her as she slid buttons from their holes and let her dress drop. “Yes, but I want more,” he admitted, lifting her from the pool of fabric to place her on the bed. “Much more…”
Mara kicked her shoes off and leaned back against the pillows, pulling Luke down onto her. He pushed her arms up over her head and entwined his fingers with hers as he kissed her again. His belly slid against hers as his chest pressed against the tips of her breasts, hard even under her bra. He let one hand leave hers to travel down her body, flicking the front clasp of her bra to hold and fondle her tits, pinching her nipples into tight peaks.
Shifting restlessly under him, Mara nipped at his lips and lowered their arms to wrap around his shoulders. He took her hint and helped her to remove her underwear. He threw them over the side of the bed and probed at her wet entrance with the head of his cock, butting at her until she slid her legs around him. He pushed in with a shout and Mara’s fingernails scraped his shoulders in response.
“You’re so tight around me,” he gasped, kissing her roughly as she clenched around him. He thrust up to angle himself over her clit. “I want you to feel as good as I do…”
“I do,” she gasped, pulling him back into a messy kiss. “Oh, just keep fucking me like that…. I needed this… your mouth, your cock…”
“Yeah,” he grunted, through her kiss, pushing against her as hard as he dared. “I always need this… I always need you… want you… need to kriff you…. Mara…”
Mara keened and tightened around him, screaming his name in uninhibited bliss. Her orgasm sent shivers down her spine, even as he emptied his own pleasure into her wet heat. They merged in the Force for that eternal second, one mind, one soul, one body, all throbbing in perfect ecstasy.
Luke collapsed and gasped for breath against her. He snuggled his head into the curve of her neck and kissed her delicate skin. “Love you.”
“Love you,” Mara returned, clutching him close and melting into his arms. She played idly with the tips of his hair.
“What about your luncheon?”
“Yeah… I have a feeling it’ll be more like a late-afternoon caf-break now…”
*
Inga fluffed a pillow on the settee in the Empress and Consort’s outer suite. The door to their inner rooms had been closed for some time, and she gave it a fond smile.
“Empress Jade?”
The smile fell from Inga’s lips as she heard the new Social Secretary call the Empress’s name. In her opinion, he had been working her too hard, not giving her any down time. A lunch break was just that, a break. Only Br’aad, so new and eager to please, couldn’t seem to grasp that concept.
“Empress Jade?” Br’aad stuck his head into the sitting area and a wide smile crossed his face as he saw Inga. “Thank goodness! Have you seen the Empress?”
It crossed Inga’s mind to say that no, she hadn’t, but she didn’t want to lie. “She’s in her suite.”
“Oh! Great! Should I just pop in?” Br’aad hopped a little on the balls of his feet, his manicured hands clutching a thick leather file of flimsies.
“No, the suite is for the Consort and Empress only,” Inga said, trying to sound kind but feeling that maybe she sounded like she was explaining things to a child. “But I’m sure she’ll be out in a moment, ready to go on about your business for her.”
Br’aad stopped hopping and looked at Inga. “I’m sorry, is there a problem?”
Inga sighed. It wasn’t her place, but Mara and Luke had become so precious to her. And they deserved the time they managed to carve out for one another. “There’s no problem, Br’aad. And excuse me if I seem like there is one. I just feel that the Empress is maybe being pushed a little too hard.”
Br’aad’s eyes widened. “By me?”
Inga imagined that she could feel his shock rebounding off of her and wondered if this is what Luke felt like when he used the Force. “You have had her work through every lunch break for the past sixteen days.”
His mouth opened and closed like a fish’s. “But… the Empress said that was no problem.”
“Of course she would,” Inga said, sitting down on the couch. She patted the spot beside her. “Empress Jade is a strong woman. She wouldn’t be leading the Empire if she wasn’t. But even the strongest woman needs a break… even something as small as her lunch. And my hunch is that you have just wanted to impress her with how many events you were able to line up… Am I right?”
Br’aad’s cheeks flushed and Inga chuckled. “My boy, you and I won’t have any problems if you just ease up a tad. Do your job and do it well. That’s what the Empress expects. But cut her a bit of slack, will you?”
With a grin, Br’aad nodded. “I actually just came down here to tell her that today’s luncheon had been cancelled. But what’s taking her so long in there?”
“You probably don’t want to know…”
Br’aad’s eyes widened again and then he got a wicked grin on his face. “If the Consort’s in there, maybe I do.”
Inga laughed and shared a wicked grin of her own. “If only you knew, Br’aad…”
NOON & LATER
by ginchy
The Empress is running late. Mara rolled her eyes as she flashed Inga a distracted smile and dashed into her suite, the door cycling closed behind her. She liked Br’aad, truly. He had been an invaluable resource, funny and witty, if somewhat annoying. Annoying only in that he kept her ‘free time’ as on task as the rest of her hectic day. Long gone were the blissful lunch hours she had spent wrapped in her Consort’s arms. Now Br’aad had her dining with the galaxy’s elite, discussing matters of galactic importance over working lunches.
Luke liked to joke that it was bad for the digestion and he wasn’t far from wrong. She was on her way to another luncheon now, with…. somebody that Br’aad would be sure to remind her of once they were en-route. But for now, Mara had realized that she had forgotten her attaché case and had dashed into her suite to grab it, leaving her guards in the outer chamber as she dashed into the suite. She ran into the sitting area but didn’t see the case. Backtracking over her memory, she imagined walking into the suite the night before and being greeted by her husband. He had taken the case from her hands while kissing her and had placed it… Mara closed her eyes and remembered backing into the bedroom with him.
Turning toward the bedroom, she threw open the door and spied the case on the floor by the bed. She bent down to retrieve it, only to find a naked foot once more in her line of sight.
“Well, hello,” the owner of the foot said, and she looked up, tracing the strong line of her Consort’s damp leg, taking in the full measure of his nakedness unabashedly.
“Hi,” she said, taking another admiring glance as she snatched up her case and stood. She leaned in and brushed her lips against his. “And bye. Off to another ‘Working Lunch’.”
Luke frowned. “I think Br’aad’s working you too hard. Even the Empress deserves a lunch break.”
Mara blew out a frustrated puff of air. “Yes, but he’s right. I need to be speaking with the people more. And you’re one to talk about working too hard. Or did you think I hadn’t heard about the new trainees you’d found?”
“I was actually getting dressed to go and meet up with them… after my lunch break.” He gave her a pointed look.
“I’ll be eating vinishi noodles and kaviarli soon enough, my love,” Mara said, with a pat to his cheek. She let her eyes wander down his body. “And I have some eye-candy to tide me over until then.”
Luke grinned. “Cute. Okay, kiss me goodbye.”
Mara rolled her eyes. “Already did, Farmboy.”
“You call that a kiss? It was barely a peck.”
“You, Consort, are trying to bait me,” Mara said, forgetting about her luncheon for a moment as she reached out a finger to circle his bicep. He had the fresh from the shower clean scent to him and she inhaled it deeply.
“Is it working?” He dropped his voice into the husky whisper that drove her wild.
He stepped closer into her personal space, not close enough to touch, but enough so that his body heat warmed her. “No…” she whispered, but the word sounded shaky, even to her ears.
“No?” He brought a hand to her face and delicately worked it into the hair behind her ear, pulling her face closer to his. “All I’m asking for is a kiss, my Empress.”
“Liar,” Mara murmured. But at that moment, she didn’t care about luncheons or Br’aad any longer. Not when her Consort’s full lips were just… there. She leaned in and kissed him, dropping her case to the floor as her one hand plunged into his hair and the other curled around his shoulder, pulling his nude body flush with hers.
He groaned into their kiss and she flooded with damp heat, loving how undone he became even at just a kiss. His mouth worked hers open frantically, his tongue meeting and caressing hers, his familiar taste falling over her tongue, far tastier than any delicacies she would have been served at lunch.
She ran her hand down his strong back to his ass, caressing the smooth skin there and shifting her body forward to encourage the growing hardness between his legs. It bobbed and poked against her belly and she was done for. She no longer cared about Br’aad or luncheon meetings with feuding moffs. Tearing her mouth from his, she gave him a wicked smile and reached for the buttons on her bodice. “Was that kiss more to your liking, my Consort?”
Luke’s blue eyes were bright as he looked into her eyes. He stalked her backward to the bed, looming over her as she slid buttons from their holes and let her dress drop. “Yes, but I want more,” he admitted, lifting her from the pool of fabric to place her on the bed. “Much more…”
Mara kicked her shoes off and leaned back against the pillows, pulling Luke down onto her. He pushed her arms up over her head and entwined his fingers with hers as he kissed her again. His belly slid against hers as his chest pressed against the tips of her breasts, hard even under her bra. He let one hand leave hers to travel down her body, flicking the front clasp of her bra to hold and fondle her tits, pinching her nipples into tight peaks.
Shifting restlessly under him, Mara nipped at his lips and lowered their arms to wrap around his shoulders. He took her hint and helped her to remove her underwear. He threw them over the side of the bed and probed at her wet entrance with the head of his cock, butting at her until she slid her legs around him. He pushed in with a shout and Mara’s fingernails scraped his shoulders in response.
“You’re so tight around me,” he gasped, kissing her roughly as she clenched around him. He thrust up to angle himself over her clit. “I want you to feel as good as I do…”
“I do,” she gasped, pulling him back into a messy kiss. “Oh, just keep fucking me like that…. I needed this… your mouth, your cock…”
“Yeah,” he grunted, through her kiss, pushing against her as hard as he dared. “I always need this… I always need you… want you… need to kriff you…. Mara…”
Mara keened and tightened around him, screaming his name in uninhibited bliss. Her orgasm sent shivers down her spine, even as he emptied his own pleasure into her wet heat. They merged in the Force for that eternal second, one mind, one soul, one body, all throbbing in perfect ecstasy.
Luke collapsed and gasped for breath against her. He snuggled his head into the curve of her neck and kissed her delicate skin. “Love you.”
“Love you,” Mara returned, clutching him close and melting into his arms. She played idly with the tips of his hair.
“What about your luncheon?”
“Yeah… I have a feeling it’ll be more like a late-afternoon caf-break now…”
*
Inga fluffed a pillow on the settee in the Empress and Consort’s outer suite. The door to their inner rooms had been closed for some time, and she gave it a fond smile.
“Empress Jade?”
The smile fell from Inga’s lips as she heard the new Social Secretary call the Empress’s name. In her opinion, he had been working her too hard, not giving her any down time. A lunch break was just that, a break. Only Br’aad, so new and eager to please, couldn’t seem to grasp that concept.
“Empress Jade?” Br’aad stuck his head into the sitting area and a wide smile crossed his face as he saw Inga. “Thank goodness! Have you seen the Empress?”
It crossed Inga’s mind to say that no, she hadn’t, but she didn’t want to lie. “She’s in her suite.”
“Oh! Great! Should I just pop in?” Br’aad hopped a little on the balls of his feet, his manicured hands clutching a thick leather file of flimsies.
“No, the suite is for the Consort and Empress only,” Inga said, trying to sound kind but feeling that maybe she sounded like she was explaining things to a child. “But I’m sure she’ll be out in a moment, ready to go on about your business for her.”
Br’aad stopped hopping and looked at Inga. “I’m sorry, is there a problem?”
Inga sighed. It wasn’t her place, but Mara and Luke had become so precious to her. And they deserved the time they managed to carve out for one another. “There’s no problem, Br’aad. And excuse me if I seem like there is one. I just feel that the Empress is maybe being pushed a little too hard.”
Br’aad’s eyes widened. “By me?”
Inga imagined that she could feel his shock rebounding off of her and wondered if this is what Luke felt like when he used the Force. “You have had her work through every lunch break for the past sixteen days.”
His mouth opened and closed like a fish’s. “But… the Empress said that was no problem.”
“Of course she would,” Inga said, sitting down on the couch. She patted the spot beside her. “Empress Jade is a strong woman. She wouldn’t be leading the Empire if she wasn’t. But even the strongest woman needs a break… even something as small as her lunch. And my hunch is that you have just wanted to impress her with how many events you were able to line up… Am I right?”
Br’aad’s cheeks flushed and Inga chuckled. “My boy, you and I won’t have any problems if you just ease up a tad. Do your job and do it well. That’s what the Empress expects. But cut her a bit of slack, will you?”
With a grin, Br’aad nodded. “I actually just came down here to tell her that today’s luncheon had been cancelled. But what’s taking her so long in there?”
“You probably don’t want to know…”
Br’aad’s eyes widened again and then he got a wicked grin on his face. “If the Consort’s in there, maybe I do.”
Inga laughed and shared a wicked grin of her own. “If only you knew, Br’aad…”
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Date: 2012-04-12 01:24 am (UTC)And as for the nooner itself...RAWR. I want to be greeted by Luke's naked foot, too.
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Date: 2012-04-14 05:11 pm (UTC)Thanks, lady!!
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Date: 2012-04-14 05:12 pm (UTC)Yes, a nooner makes the rest of the day much better. Can't you imagine moffs wanting to schedule their appointments for the afternoon when the Empress is much more agreeable?? ;) Thanks, girl!!
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Date: 2012-04-12 03:47 am (UTC)And in the end Br'aad doesn't stand a chance against the Consort anyway - let nature have it's way *G*
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Date: 2012-04-12 07:17 am (UTC)Now that's a much better use of a lunchbreak.
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Date: 2012-04-12 08:33 pm (UTC)I wonder - does the social secretary have a thing for Luke? Is he even gay?
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Date: 2012-12-26 07:43 am (UTC)-Mara103
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