Empress at the Temple - E/C #31 - NC-17
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lukeandmaraThis was my most recently written E/C, and one of my faves to write. Hope you all enjoy--E/C is slowly winding down but will never be truly finished. (Got that hint, girls... write us moar E/C!! ;) )
EMPRESS AT THE TEMPLE
by ginchy
It was quiet now in the new Jedi Temple. Mara took a deep, calming breath as she stared out the windows onto the now vacant grounds. Holoreporters and journalists had swarmed the new Temple earlier in the day, not only to break the story of the Jedi finally being a force in the galaxy again, but for the holo-op of the Empress at the Temple. When she and Luke had appeared together on the front steps of the Temple the flashes from the holocams had been blinding, and reminiscent of their wedding. As Inga was fond of saying, wherever the Empress and Consort were, a holocam was never far behind.
She turned as she felt his presence, watching as he strode across the room to meet with her after having shown the last of the dignitaries out. The guards stepped back as he approached and she merely watched him, taking in the fit of his tabard and tunic over his broad shoulders. Her eyes followed the line of his body to his narrow waist and to the heavy belt that hugged him there, and the silver saber that hung from it. He was every inch the Jedi and had been so all day, in front of the holocams and away from them. She had been impressed at how he interacted with the handful of young adepts who would be his new students. The role of teacher suited him, but that didn’t surprise her.
“Hey.” He grinned at her, his delight at how well the day had gone evident in his tone and Force presence. He felt so light and happy that she couldn’t help but smile back at him.
“Hey, yourself. Ready to head home?”
Luke moved his weight back and forth over both his feet, the smile on his face growing. “Not yet, there’s something I want to show you.”
“I thought I already had the grand tour, Master.”
He rolled his eyes good naturedly. “Not this. Come on.” He reached out and took her hand, leading her with him. They were no longer technically in public so he didn’t have to walk the customary step and a half behind her. She had been incredulous over that dictate, but Luke claimed he didn’t mind walking behind her at all. In fact, he mock-leered at her, he preferred it. Except for now, it seemed, when he was almost pulling her forward in his excitement. Their guards walked silently behind them, but Mara still felt the weight of their eyes. She found herself wishing that she could dismiss them completely. But the only place she and Luke could truly be alone was in their suite in the Palace, and the guards wouldn’t leave their sides until they were back there, safely ensconced. Still, she hurried her pace to match Luke’s. It didn’t hurt to keep the guards on their toes.
“Here it is,” Luke said, stopping in front of a large, oval door. He palmed the controls and made a sweeping bow. “After you, my Lady.”
“You just want to look at my--” Mara cut herself off as she walked into the room. “Oh…”
“You like it?” Luke’s voice was quiet with self-contained happiness. He already knew she liked it.
“It’s beautiful.” She looked around the room at the bank of tall windows lining one wall, the shapes etched into the transparisteel spilling patterned light onto the floor. It was nearly dark now and the light was artificial, but she could imagine the beauty of sunlight shining through those windows. It would be majestic. There was decorative moldings around the walls and a plain wooden floor, though to call it plain belied its beauty. It was a rich tan in color and made the room feel so warm and … alive. Six chairs were in the room, arranged in a semi-circle. “What’s it for?”
“It’ll be for a Council. One day. Master Yoda told me about the Jedi Council of old, and though I don’t want to recreate the Jedi completely in that image, I think a Council of Jedi is a wise idea. Sort of a … check and balance.” His blue eyes were earnest as he looked at her. “Do you think it’s… okay?”
Mara bit her lip and reached out through their bond. She was flush with pride for her husband and let the feeling flow over him. His eyes once again met hers across the room and suddenly there was more than earnest interest in them. Her own eyes widened in recognition, even as a thrill of feeling jolted through her belly to her core. “Guards,” she said, never turning to look at them, “we’ll require your presence on the perimeter.”
“Ma’am.” As one they turned and marched into the hall, the doors cycling shut behind them. They would stay there and wait for them, but Mara didn’t care about how close they were. At the moment there was only one man on her mind.
Luke was standing in a patch of light from the window, the blue artificiality of it casting his features into soft relief. She walked toward him and took his cheek into her palm. “It’s more than okay. And I’m so proud,” she whispered, letting her thumb brush over his cheekbone. She used her hold on him to pull him into a kiss. The heat was still there, and what might have been an innocent kiss was not, heat meeting and exploding as their lips came together. Luke’s hand slid into her hair as the other cupped her waist. She kept her hand on his head, turning his face to plunder his mouth as she liked, licking and stroking at his tongue.
Their focus narrowed, their bond binding them together. There was no need to send or reach with the Force when their bond coalesced. It was instant, and the feel of his fingers kneading her waist was suddenly her fingers and his waist, his gasping breath was her gasping breath, and their thumping hearts beat as one. Luke trailed his hands from her hair to her back and then both hands trailed up and down her spine, down to the curve of her bottom and back up. She flooded with damp heat at the feel of his large hands and pressed against him, encouraging the burgeoning hardness below his belt.
She let her own hands wander over his body as they continued to kiss. His shoulders were hard as she passed over them, down his tapered back until she reached his belt. She traced the line of it around his body until her hands met at the clasp. He pulled back from their kiss, panting, and rested his forehead against hers as they both looked at her hands on his buckle. “Here?” He was murmuring in the deep tone of voice that sent shivers through her body, and she watched in interest as gooseflesh appeared on his own skin, a reaction to her arousal. It made her hotter.
“Here.” She deftly removed his belt, tossing it into a chair. “Besides,” she said, taking his hand and pulling him with her. “We christened my seat of power… did you think I was going to let yours go without?”
Luke breathed out a laugh. “Kriffing on your throne is one of my favorite memories…”
“So let’s stop talking and make another memory,” she said, pushing him back into the chair in the middle of the other five. “Yours, I assume?”
Luke’s hands ran over her dress and clutched her bottom to pull her into his lap. “Mine.” But they both knew he was no longer talking about the chair.
He was correct, but she didn’t allow him to pull her into his lap, her dress too large and cumbersome. She braced her arms on the sides of the chair and kissed him hard. “Hold that thought…” Luckily she was not in a corset and able to undress herself. She let her dress drop to the ground and stepped out of her shoes and underwear. “Now…” She slid onto his lap, threading her legs through the generous arm holes of the chair until her feet could meet the floor. Pressing forward against his hardness, she met his eyes with a smirk. “Master.”
Luke growled and pulled her down into another kiss, nibbling at her lower lip. Mara unbuttoned his shirt, tracing her nails over his chest, following the line of muscle down to the strip of hair above his pants. But Luke kissed his way down her neck to her breasts, still pushed up and encased in her bra. He tongued her nipples through the delicate lace and she threw her head back with a moan, pushing her wetness against his straining member. He continued to nip and suck at her and she continued to rock, until they were both panting.
She pulled her nipple from his mouth, ignoring his protests. She clawed at the button on his trousers. “I want you in me. Now.” Her voice brokered no argument. He unbuttoned and his dick sprang up between them, red and reaching. Mara wrapped her hand around him and pumped.
Luke moaned and pushed himself into her hand. She gave him a quick kiss and pushed up on her feet. He moved awkwardly under her, pushing his pants down just enough. He pushed his hand up and speared her wet center, scissoring her open. “I want me in you, too,” he said, voice rough with desire and need. “Now,” he mimicked, guiding himself in as Mara hovered over him. She tried to glare, but the sight of his reaching cock made her weak in the knees and she pushed down on the hard length with a sigh.
“Oh, Gods,” she whimpered, her weight settling on him. “That feels so good…” She pushed up and back down with her feet again. Her pleasure nub was caught between them and she tingled in feeling. “So good…”
Luke grunted in agreement. “Let me help.” He used his strong arms to help her move on him and she was the one to growl, her hair falling from its bun as he moved her faster. She grabbed his shoulders and hung on as he helped her take them for a ride.
The seat under them squeaked, but neither cared as the heat and sweat helped them to move faster, Luke propelling them toward ecstasy. Mara growled and panted, the sound of Luke’s gasping breaths of pleasure spurring her to greater heights, even as their bond was bright around them, full of lust and love and hunger…
Mara spasmed and fell slack, biting into his shoulder to contain her screams of pleasure. She continued to quake around him as he began to thrust messily, finding his own completion in the midst of hers. He gasped out and groaned, nuzzling into her hair and holding her close at his relief.
Mara collapsed, her feet leaving the floor. She pulled off of him and stood for a shaky moment before cuddling up in his lap in a far more comfortable hold. She sighed and kissed his neck. “We should christen things more often…”
“Surely there are a few rooms at home that we haven’t had sex in yet,” he agreed.
She punched his shoulder lightly and let her head loll so that her eyes could meet his. She gave him an evil smirk. “Just think… one day far in the future when you’re old and gray--”
“Thanks, dear…”
“…you’ll be sitting here in the midst of some boring Council meeting, talking about—oh, I don’t know—just how baggy regulation robes have to be…”
“Empress humor. I like it.”
“…and suddenly you’ll remember just what a good time you once had in your chair. The chair will be here to remind you.”
A smile spread over his face and he leaned into kiss her, slowly. When he pulled away he didn’t move back very far, but she could see a smirk of his own on his face. “Mara, my love…. On that day far in the future, when I’m old and gray, it won’t be the chair reminding me.”
She cocked an eyebrow and he grinned, tracing the line of it with his finger.
“Because you see….” He turned her head so that she could regard the chair right next to his. “One day… One day that’s going to be your seat.”
A feeling like nervous anticipation broke out over Mara’s skin. She opened her mouth, but didn’t speak the words that Luke already knew by heart. I’m not ready. I’ll never be ready. Instead she let herself feel his pride in her through their bond, and laid her head on his shoulder, absently kissing it.
She eyed the empty chair.
And for a moment, it was again quiet in the new Jedi Temple.
EMPRESS AT THE TEMPLE
by ginchy
It was quiet now in the new Jedi Temple. Mara took a deep, calming breath as she stared out the windows onto the now vacant grounds. Holoreporters and journalists had swarmed the new Temple earlier in the day, not only to break the story of the Jedi finally being a force in the galaxy again, but for the holo-op of the Empress at the Temple. When she and Luke had appeared together on the front steps of the Temple the flashes from the holocams had been blinding, and reminiscent of their wedding. As Inga was fond of saying, wherever the Empress and Consort were, a holocam was never far behind.
She turned as she felt his presence, watching as he strode across the room to meet with her after having shown the last of the dignitaries out. The guards stepped back as he approached and she merely watched him, taking in the fit of his tabard and tunic over his broad shoulders. Her eyes followed the line of his body to his narrow waist and to the heavy belt that hugged him there, and the silver saber that hung from it. He was every inch the Jedi and had been so all day, in front of the holocams and away from them. She had been impressed at how he interacted with the handful of young adepts who would be his new students. The role of teacher suited him, but that didn’t surprise her.
“Hey.” He grinned at her, his delight at how well the day had gone evident in his tone and Force presence. He felt so light and happy that she couldn’t help but smile back at him.
“Hey, yourself. Ready to head home?”
Luke moved his weight back and forth over both his feet, the smile on his face growing. “Not yet, there’s something I want to show you.”
“I thought I already had the grand tour, Master.”
He rolled his eyes good naturedly. “Not this. Come on.” He reached out and took her hand, leading her with him. They were no longer technically in public so he didn’t have to walk the customary step and a half behind her. She had been incredulous over that dictate, but Luke claimed he didn’t mind walking behind her at all. In fact, he mock-leered at her, he preferred it. Except for now, it seemed, when he was almost pulling her forward in his excitement. Their guards walked silently behind them, but Mara still felt the weight of their eyes. She found herself wishing that she could dismiss them completely. But the only place she and Luke could truly be alone was in their suite in the Palace, and the guards wouldn’t leave their sides until they were back there, safely ensconced. Still, she hurried her pace to match Luke’s. It didn’t hurt to keep the guards on their toes.
“Here it is,” Luke said, stopping in front of a large, oval door. He palmed the controls and made a sweeping bow. “After you, my Lady.”
“You just want to look at my--” Mara cut herself off as she walked into the room. “Oh…”
“You like it?” Luke’s voice was quiet with self-contained happiness. He already knew she liked it.
“It’s beautiful.” She looked around the room at the bank of tall windows lining one wall, the shapes etched into the transparisteel spilling patterned light onto the floor. It was nearly dark now and the light was artificial, but she could imagine the beauty of sunlight shining through those windows. It would be majestic. There was decorative moldings around the walls and a plain wooden floor, though to call it plain belied its beauty. It was a rich tan in color and made the room feel so warm and … alive. Six chairs were in the room, arranged in a semi-circle. “What’s it for?”
“It’ll be for a Council. One day. Master Yoda told me about the Jedi Council of old, and though I don’t want to recreate the Jedi completely in that image, I think a Council of Jedi is a wise idea. Sort of a … check and balance.” His blue eyes were earnest as he looked at her. “Do you think it’s… okay?”
Mara bit her lip and reached out through their bond. She was flush with pride for her husband and let the feeling flow over him. His eyes once again met hers across the room and suddenly there was more than earnest interest in them. Her own eyes widened in recognition, even as a thrill of feeling jolted through her belly to her core. “Guards,” she said, never turning to look at them, “we’ll require your presence on the perimeter.”
“Ma’am.” As one they turned and marched into the hall, the doors cycling shut behind them. They would stay there and wait for them, but Mara didn’t care about how close they were. At the moment there was only one man on her mind.
Luke was standing in a patch of light from the window, the blue artificiality of it casting his features into soft relief. She walked toward him and took his cheek into her palm. “It’s more than okay. And I’m so proud,” she whispered, letting her thumb brush over his cheekbone. She used her hold on him to pull him into a kiss. The heat was still there, and what might have been an innocent kiss was not, heat meeting and exploding as their lips came together. Luke’s hand slid into her hair as the other cupped her waist. She kept her hand on his head, turning his face to plunder his mouth as she liked, licking and stroking at his tongue.
Their focus narrowed, their bond binding them together. There was no need to send or reach with the Force when their bond coalesced. It was instant, and the feel of his fingers kneading her waist was suddenly her fingers and his waist, his gasping breath was her gasping breath, and their thumping hearts beat as one. Luke trailed his hands from her hair to her back and then both hands trailed up and down her spine, down to the curve of her bottom and back up. She flooded with damp heat at the feel of his large hands and pressed against him, encouraging the burgeoning hardness below his belt.
She let her own hands wander over his body as they continued to kiss. His shoulders were hard as she passed over them, down his tapered back until she reached his belt. She traced the line of it around his body until her hands met at the clasp. He pulled back from their kiss, panting, and rested his forehead against hers as they both looked at her hands on his buckle. “Here?” He was murmuring in the deep tone of voice that sent shivers through her body, and she watched in interest as gooseflesh appeared on his own skin, a reaction to her arousal. It made her hotter.
“Here.” She deftly removed his belt, tossing it into a chair. “Besides,” she said, taking his hand and pulling him with her. “We christened my seat of power… did you think I was going to let yours go without?”
Luke breathed out a laugh. “Kriffing on your throne is one of my favorite memories…”
“So let’s stop talking and make another memory,” she said, pushing him back into the chair in the middle of the other five. “Yours, I assume?”
Luke’s hands ran over her dress and clutched her bottom to pull her into his lap. “Mine.” But they both knew he was no longer talking about the chair.
He was correct, but she didn’t allow him to pull her into his lap, her dress too large and cumbersome. She braced her arms on the sides of the chair and kissed him hard. “Hold that thought…” Luckily she was not in a corset and able to undress herself. She let her dress drop to the ground and stepped out of her shoes and underwear. “Now…” She slid onto his lap, threading her legs through the generous arm holes of the chair until her feet could meet the floor. Pressing forward against his hardness, she met his eyes with a smirk. “Master.”
Luke growled and pulled her down into another kiss, nibbling at her lower lip. Mara unbuttoned his shirt, tracing her nails over his chest, following the line of muscle down to the strip of hair above his pants. But Luke kissed his way down her neck to her breasts, still pushed up and encased in her bra. He tongued her nipples through the delicate lace and she threw her head back with a moan, pushing her wetness against his straining member. He continued to nip and suck at her and she continued to rock, until they were both panting.
She pulled her nipple from his mouth, ignoring his protests. She clawed at the button on his trousers. “I want you in me. Now.” Her voice brokered no argument. He unbuttoned and his dick sprang up between them, red and reaching. Mara wrapped her hand around him and pumped.
Luke moaned and pushed himself into her hand. She gave him a quick kiss and pushed up on her feet. He moved awkwardly under her, pushing his pants down just enough. He pushed his hand up and speared her wet center, scissoring her open. “I want me in you, too,” he said, voice rough with desire and need. “Now,” he mimicked, guiding himself in as Mara hovered over him. She tried to glare, but the sight of his reaching cock made her weak in the knees and she pushed down on the hard length with a sigh.
“Oh, Gods,” she whimpered, her weight settling on him. “That feels so good…” She pushed up and back down with her feet again. Her pleasure nub was caught between them and she tingled in feeling. “So good…”
Luke grunted in agreement. “Let me help.” He used his strong arms to help her move on him and she was the one to growl, her hair falling from its bun as he moved her faster. She grabbed his shoulders and hung on as he helped her take them for a ride.
The seat under them squeaked, but neither cared as the heat and sweat helped them to move faster, Luke propelling them toward ecstasy. Mara growled and panted, the sound of Luke’s gasping breaths of pleasure spurring her to greater heights, even as their bond was bright around them, full of lust and love and hunger…
Mara spasmed and fell slack, biting into his shoulder to contain her screams of pleasure. She continued to quake around him as he began to thrust messily, finding his own completion in the midst of hers. He gasped out and groaned, nuzzling into her hair and holding her close at his relief.
Mara collapsed, her feet leaving the floor. She pulled off of him and stood for a shaky moment before cuddling up in his lap in a far more comfortable hold. She sighed and kissed his neck. “We should christen things more often…”
“Surely there are a few rooms at home that we haven’t had sex in yet,” he agreed.
She punched his shoulder lightly and let her head loll so that her eyes could meet his. She gave him an evil smirk. “Just think… one day far in the future when you’re old and gray--”
“Thanks, dear…”
“…you’ll be sitting here in the midst of some boring Council meeting, talking about—oh, I don’t know—just how baggy regulation robes have to be…”
“Empress humor. I like it.”
“…and suddenly you’ll remember just what a good time you once had in your chair. The chair will be here to remind you.”
A smile spread over his face and he leaned into kiss her, slowly. When he pulled away he didn’t move back very far, but she could see a smirk of his own on his face. “Mara, my love…. On that day far in the future, when I’m old and gray, it won’t be the chair reminding me.”
She cocked an eyebrow and he grinned, tracing the line of it with his finger.
“Because you see….” He turned her head so that she could regard the chair right next to his. “One day… One day that’s going to be your seat.”
A feeling like nervous anticipation broke out over Mara’s skin. She opened her mouth, but didn’t speak the words that Luke already knew by heart. I’m not ready. I’ll never be ready. Instead she let herself feel his pride in her through their bond, and laid her head on his shoulder, absently kissing it.
She eyed the empty chair.
And for a moment, it was again quiet in the new Jedi Temple.
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Date: 2012-04-22 03:13 am (UTC)Great job lady!
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Date: 2012-04-22 12:25 pm (UTC)And I can imagine the guards playing sabacc out in the hallway. :D
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Date: 2012-04-25 01:19 am (UTC)Thanks so much, gal! This is one of my faves of my own E/Cs!
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Date: 2012-04-22 04:34 pm (UTC)These are as good as a bowl of dripping hot chocolate.
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Date: 2012-04-22 05:21 pm (UTC)Awesome. I think this is my favorite. It was a nice blend of mush and smut.
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Date: 2012-04-25 01:20 am (UTC)Thanks, lady!!
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Date: 2012-04-26 04:46 pm (UTC)"“Surely there are a few rooms at home that we haven’t had sex in yet,” he agreed. "
Luckily for them, they have an entire palace - it will take some time befor they run out of rooms! Awesome, hot smut - as always!!!
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Date: 2012-04-27 12:56 am (UTC)I'm glad you liked this one--it's my favorite of my own E/C's, I think! And, you're right, they do have plenty of rooms left to christen!!!
Thanks, gal!!