Traffic Jam - E/C #32 - NC17
Apr. 22nd, 2012 07:02 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
briannakin.livejournal.com posting in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
lukeandmaraTitle: Traffic Jam
Author: Briannakin
Rating: NC-17
Notes: E/C. I blame Ginchy. Thanks to Nanci for looking it over.
After hearing from one of their butlers that their Togrutan maid, Inga, and their human hover-limousine driver, Serge, were engaged in a secret relationship, Luke and Mara had made it their pet-project to get the ‘secretiveness’ out of the relationship. Under Palpatine’s rule of the Empire, those who were not human had been second-class citizens. Inter-species relationships had been heavily frowned upon. Now, under Mara’s rule, that tradition was being eroded away, yet some were still frightened to come out.
This evening, Luke and Mara saw their project succeed. The Empress and her consort had decided to go out for dinner, dragging along both a dozen guards and their driver. Serge was used to this routine; he would drive the couple to a fancy restaurant, they would eat in a private booth while he waited for them, usually eating dinner alone. However, today Luke had suggested to Serge that he invite someone to keep him company. Luke and Mara had been ecstatic when they had gone out to the hover-limo to see Inga dressed up in a modest light green dress, sitting in the front.
“Empress,” Luke announced, taking his seat beside Mara. He had gotten up to ‘go to the refresher’ – he actually had been checking up on Inga and Serge. “I think our work is done. They are holding hands and feeding each-other dessert. Besides, if I go to the fresher one more time the waiters might start thinking I have a bladder issue.”
Mara snickered. A waiter then entered with a blondie-bar topped with iced blue milk. She gave Luke a wicked smile. “Speaking of dessert….” Luke didn’t let her finish her sentence, for he had his lips locked on hers.
* * *
When Luke and Mara followed Serge and Inga out of the restaurant, Luke dashed ahead from his spot a pace and a half behind the Empress to get the hover-limo door for Mara, taking Serge’s job, hoping the older gentleman would take the hint. Serge did and opened the passenger’s door for Inga. When Inga got in, Mara winked at the maid from the back. The white markings on the Togrutan’s face turned pink.
“It will be approximately fifteen minutes until we get back to the Palace,” Serge announced as he got into the driver’s seat. They saw the driver reach over to take Inga’s hand.
“That’s fine, Serge,” Mara replied, pressing the button to raise the divider. She and Luke were now alone in the back of their plush limo. “Skywalker, we are the best matchmakers.”
“Maybe we should quit our jobs and make matches full time,” Luke joked as he reached for the small ice-box and got a bottle of wine.
Mara got the glasses and dimmed the lights. Together they sipped their drinks with their arms around each-other.
Mara kissed Luke but he was the one to escalate it to the next level by setting his glass down and grabbing her. She yelped as he dragged her onto his lap. He invaded her mouth with his tongue and his hands roamed over her body. She had teased him all night by wearing a tight black bodice with lace sleeves and flowing dark blue skirt. He moved his mouth so he was sucking and kissing the sensitive area behind her ear. This always made her make small coo-ing noises. He let her hair down out of its elaborate braid.
“I can’t wait until I get you back to our suite,” he mumbled into her thick red locks.
There then were two knocks on the divider. Mara gently pulled away from Luke, holding his hands in place at her sides so they would not be tempted to roam on their own. “Yes?” she answered.
The divider lowered. “Ma’am, there is a traffic jam. We might be here awhile.” Mara’s appearance did not outwardly faze Serge. Inga, however, snickered.
“Alright then. Don’t disturb us,” Mara requested.
As the divider rose again they heard Inga ask, “They do it in here too?”
Mara looked at Luke and laughed. “At least they know you are doing your job.”
He blushed. His hands stopped roaming. Mara notice the bulged in his dress pants had gone down.
She pouted. “Oh come on. Ignore their presence. If my Force senses serve me well, there is so much passion up there that they are probably snogging like teenagers.” She then rose so that she was straddling his legs and his nose was in her cleavage, inhaling the soft scent of her perfume. She cocked her head and ran her tongue up his ear. “I know you want to have your way with the Empress, Farmboy Consort.”
Her husky whisper drove Luke crazy. He grabbed her by the hips and gently threw her back onto the set of nerf-hide seats that faced sideways. He turned on some romantic classical music and turned it up. Luke was then on top of her. He took her hands and pinned them above her head.
“I get to have my way with you, correct?” he asked, his blue eyes staring down at her.
“Yes,” she said softly.
He grinned and gave her a bruising kiss. She opened her mouth to him and he ran his tongue across her teeth and played with her tongue. He pulled away and worked her breasts out of the bodice. He palmed one while sucking the other nipple into a hard bud. He then switched nipples.
Mara throatily moaned. She opened her legs more and wrapped them around Luke. She rocked to seek friction on her clit.
Luke stopped his ministrations, pulled up and frowned down at her. “No. Naughty Empress.” She gave him a mischievous smile. He rolled his eyes and slid down her body. He got to her feet and entered under her flowing blue skirt. She saw his head slowly move towards her core as he kissed up the inside of her left leg. He reached the apex and removed her lacy black underwear. Luke breathed in her sweetness and gave her lower lips a quick kiss before pulling the underwear down her legs.
When he immerged from the blue fabric, Luke tossed the panties at her. “Keep those safe. I want them afterwards.” He then dove back between Mara’s legs.
He licked her slit and sucked her clit while sticking one, then two fingers into her. Luke heard her moans and quickened his pace until she was muffling her screams with her hand. Mara climaxed on his fingers.
Instead of climbing back out, Luke pushed her dress up around her waist. He looked at her and smiled; she was flushed and breathing heavy.
“My turn.” He undid his pants and pulled them down along with his boxer briefs. Luke grabbed her by the hips again and sat back with her straddling him. His dick easily slipped into her slick pussy.
Luke moaned as she started gyrating and gliding up and down. To bring on her groans, he placed his finger between them and rubbed her clit.
They reached the precipice together and went over the edge in each other’s arms.
After they recovered, they sat there until they felt the hover-limo moving again. Luke looked out the tinted window. “Shavit, we are almost at the Palace.”
They got straightened out in record time. By the time Serge parked on their private landing platform, no one could tell from their appearance that Luke and Mara had just had sex… unless they saw the black lace panties hanging out of Luke’s pocket, or the grin on his face.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2012-04-23 02:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-04-23 02:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-04-23 02:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-04-23 05:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-04-23 07:32 am (UTC)That so much fun Bri. Well done!
no subject
Date: 2012-04-26 04:51 pm (UTC)