Robe - E/C #35 - NC-17
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by JediMara77
The Empress was angry. Well, that was just a bit of an understatement.
Luke had expected that Mara would abdicate the throne soon after she told him the news of her pregnancy. However, she’d decided that she didn’t want to make the big announcement to the galaxy right away, until the first trimester was over and it was clear that the baby would be okay. Since abdicating the throne would be a clear indicator to everyone with a brain that she had more important things to focus on now, she’d decided to remain Empress for several more months, until the time was right.
Which meant that, over the past weeks, the entire Palace had been subjected to a tired, cranky, sick, angry, and pregnant Empress. Everyone had had been walking on eggshells, ever since she started suffering from morning (and afternoon, and evening, and night) sickness on a regular basis. Her nausea had improved over the past few days, but her mood hadn’t. She kept giving Luke these angry glares and he could sense her blame boring deep into his soul. You did this to me, she seemed to say.
Their sex life had cooled since getting pregnant, and Luke couldn’t help but wonder if that was one of the reasons for her frustration. Of course, she was so cranky that he’d had no opportunities to put his theory to test.
Today had been no different. He’d arrived back at their suite first, and made sure to put all his belongings away quickly so as not to further enrage the Empress. He disrobed and put on sleep pants and a t-shirt, letting his hair fall into the messy disarray that Mara liked to run her hands through. When she returned home he took her attaché case from her hands, gave her a loving kiss hello, and offered to give her a foot massage after dinner. Mara had pulled away and said she wasn’t hungry. Then she stalked into the ‘fresher. He didn’t hear the distinctive noises of her getting sick, which was positive, but Mara holing herself up in the bathroom, where her mind was sure to race, was never a good thing.
Something needed to be done about her mood. He was beginning to worry that they were falling into a pattern, a pattern he did not wish to repeat any longer. He was a Jedi, and a war hero; but most of all he was the Consort.
And it was time to do his job, in more ways than one.
* * * * *
Mara busied herself in the ‘fresher. She removed her elaborate gown, released her hair from its updo, and leaned against the cool marble of the countertop. She stared at her reflection in the mirror, not liking what she saw. As Empress, she was always dressed to the nines, perfectly coiffed. Her make-up covered the bags under her eyes, but she knew they were there. She’d brushed her teeth several times since getting sick that morning, but her mouth still felt grimy. Already her hair and skin felt different.
And then there was her stomach. Mara straightened up and stared at the patch of skin right below her belly button. She’d only noticed it recently—the small bump. She’d always been in perfect shape, but no amount of sit-ups would ever get rid of this excess. It was only going to get worse.
Sighing, she turned to the side and placed a hand on the tiny bump. Part of her welled with happiness. The other part was cranky and annoyed all the time, and that made her even more frustrated. Didn’t they all know that she didn’t want to act this way? It was her crazy, raging hormones. She’d always been so practical. Contrary to what people might expect, she’d mellowed considerably in her ten years as Empress. The job suited her nature, and she’d remembered all the things she’d loved about serving the Empire. But recently she felt like she had during those dark years, after she’d been forced to be the Emperor’s Hand again, when she was angry all the time. And she hated it. It reminded her of him and that was the last thing she needed or wanted at this point in her life.
But she didn’t know what to do. She couldn’t talk to Luke about it. Inga was wonderful, but she had never been pregnant. Leia was too far away and she didn’t want to talk over comm. She had nobody to talk to and these stupid feelings were only going to get worse. She was lucky that Luke was so patient and loving to deal with her crabbiness. That thought made her even madder at herself.
She turned from the sink and grabbed a long, flowing robe from the hook on the wall. It had been a gift from Luke. The blue color reminded her of his eyes. It had a habit of falling open at the top, and when he’d given it to her she’d joked that it wouldn’t do a very good job of covering her up. Luke had gotten that twinkle in his eye that nobody else in the galaxy ever saw.
Vowing to herself that she’d try to be less crabby, she waved her hand over the activation panel and stepped through the doorway.
My stars, she thought, as she stared at the sight in front of her. The gods must be very happy with me.
Luke stood several meters away. He’d removed his sleep pants and shirt, making his hair even wilder, and she had the sudden urge to rub her fingers through it. Then he shifted and all thoughts of his hair flew out of her mind as her eyes trained on his naked, hard, and straining cock. The straining cock she hadn’t tended to for quite some time.
She swallowed hard and forced herself to look Luke in the eye. “What are you doing, Consort?” Her voice was hard, but held just enough mirth so Luke would sense her intent.
The brightness in his eyes showed her that he did. “I’ve come to apologize, Empress.” His tone was so apologetic that she almost expected him to get down on one knee, and it tugged at her heart.
“What for, my Consort?”
“That’s just it,” he said, moving toward her. “I’ve been neglecting my Consortly duties recently. It was wrong of me.”
“Well,” she said, her breath catching in her throat at his beauty, “I’ve been very…distant, lately.” It was a diplomatic word, and they both knew it, but it was enough. “Not in much of a mood for being consorted.”
“And what about now, my Empress?”
“Now…” Mara trailed off as she lifted her arm to pull back her robe. Her breasts sprang free, and she held her hand there for a moment, pulling his attention to her chest. Not that he needed any encouragement to look. “Now I realize how silly I’ve been.”
Luke licked his lips and moved to her. “You are never silly, Mara,” he said, his voice dipping as he surrendered their Empress/Consort game. His fingers came up to brush against the red waves of her hair. “You can always talk to me. I might not always understand…but you can always talk to me.”
“I don’t want to talk right now,” she whispered, ghosting her fingers over his bicep.
Their gazes locked. “Okay,” he whispered back.
Then they were kissing, hard and passionate. They hadn’t kissed like this in quite some time and she drank in his taste, addicted to him, growing angry with herself for denying this. Luke kissed her harder, as if sensing her thoughts, and they flew out of her mind.
Somehow they made it to their bed. Somehow the covers were turned down. Somehow the robe fell off Mara. Somehow they tumbled onto the satin sheets.
Luke loomed over her, poised for entrance, but she grabbed his shoulders and rolled them over. She was still angry and frustrated over her condition, but now at least she was in a position to relieve some tension. Luke grinned at her and tugged at her hips, encouraging her. She lowered herself onto him with a pleasurable sigh, and with just that one action, it was as if every negative thought was expelled from her body.
She leaned forward, looming over him as their fingers entwined. She kissed him again and he freed a hand to clutch at the back of her neck, wanting more of her. She gave of herself willingly as she rode him with all her strength, the thick length of him inside of her better than any medicine any doctor in the galaxy could prescribe. Their orgasms grew quickly; they’d both been frustrated over the past several weeks. They surrendered to it, letting their passions bubble over as Mara threw her head back and screamed and Luke emptied himself into her wet heat.
She collapsed onto him, remembering at the last moment to catch herself so she wouldn’t fall on her stomach. Luke clutched her shoulders and positioned them so she was resting on his chest. Eventually their breathing returned to normal.
Luke was the first to speak. “You should wear that robe more often.”
Mara smiled. “I should,” she agreed, knowing that they weren’t talking about the robe at all.
“Feeling better now?”
“Yes.” She lifted her head to look at him. “I should have done that a long time ago.”
“Why didn’t you?”
She shrugged. “Stuff.” It was all she wanted to say about it right now, when they were still laying in bed together. “Can I go with you to the Temple tomorrow?”
She sensed his surprise. He’d been trying to start her training for months now, ever since the Temple opened. But he didn’t press her for details; he merely nodded. “You can go to the Temple whenever you want.”
“Okay.” She would talk with him them…along with doing other things. “I want to pick out our new rooms, too.”
He grinned. “Yeah?”
She nodded. “I don’t want to do this any more. It’s time to leave.”
He let out breath, one he’d been holding since she first told him she was pregnant. “Then we’ll leave, my Empress.”
She kissed his chest. “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” he murmured back.
* * * * *
One week later, on a bright summer morning, the Empress gave her farewell address to the galaxy. Power was transferred equally to the Imperial Senate and the Advisory Council. Formal negotiations were opened with the New Republic to officially join the two governments. The galaxy celebrated the announcement of their beloved leader’s pregnancy.
And that afternoon, the former Empress and the Consort left the Imperial Palace and moved into the Jedi Temple.
taramidala's lovely photo manips (with boobies).ROBE
by JediMara77
The Empress was angry. Well, that was just a bit of an understatement.
Luke had expected that Mara would abdicate the throne soon after she told him the news of her pregnancy. However, she’d decided that she didn’t want to make the big announcement to the galaxy right away, until the first trimester was over and it was clear that the baby would be okay. Since abdicating the throne would be a clear indicator to everyone with a brain that she had more important things to focus on now, she’d decided to remain Empress for several more months, until the time was right.
Which meant that, over the past weeks, the entire Palace had been subjected to a tired, cranky, sick, angry, and pregnant Empress. Everyone had had been walking on eggshells, ever since she started suffering from morning (and afternoon, and evening, and night) sickness on a regular basis. Her nausea had improved over the past few days, but her mood hadn’t. She kept giving Luke these angry glares and he could sense her blame boring deep into his soul. You did this to me, she seemed to say.
Their sex life had cooled since getting pregnant, and Luke couldn’t help but wonder if that was one of the reasons for her frustration. Of course, she was so cranky that he’d had no opportunities to put his theory to test.
Today had been no different. He’d arrived back at their suite first, and made sure to put all his belongings away quickly so as not to further enrage the Empress. He disrobed and put on sleep pants and a t-shirt, letting his hair fall into the messy disarray that Mara liked to run her hands through. When she returned home he took her attaché case from her hands, gave her a loving kiss hello, and offered to give her a foot massage after dinner. Mara had pulled away and said she wasn’t hungry. Then she stalked into the ‘fresher. He didn’t hear the distinctive noises of her getting sick, which was positive, but Mara holing herself up in the bathroom, where her mind was sure to race, was never a good thing.
Something needed to be done about her mood. He was beginning to worry that they were falling into a pattern, a pattern he did not wish to repeat any longer. He was a Jedi, and a war hero; but most of all he was the Consort.
And it was time to do his job, in more ways than one.
* * * * *
Mara busied herself in the ‘fresher. She removed her elaborate gown, released her hair from its updo, and leaned against the cool marble of the countertop. She stared at her reflection in the mirror, not liking what she saw. As Empress, she was always dressed to the nines, perfectly coiffed. Her make-up covered the bags under her eyes, but she knew they were there. She’d brushed her teeth several times since getting sick that morning, but her mouth still felt grimy. Already her hair and skin felt different.
And then there was her stomach. Mara straightened up and stared at the patch of skin right below her belly button. She’d only noticed it recently—the small bump. She’d always been in perfect shape, but no amount of sit-ups would ever get rid of this excess. It was only going to get worse.
Sighing, she turned to the side and placed a hand on the tiny bump. Part of her welled with happiness. The other part was cranky and annoyed all the time, and that made her even more frustrated. Didn’t they all know that she didn’t want to act this way? It was her crazy, raging hormones. She’d always been so practical. Contrary to what people might expect, she’d mellowed considerably in her ten years as Empress. The job suited her nature, and she’d remembered all the things she’d loved about serving the Empire. But recently she felt like she had during those dark years, after she’d been forced to be the Emperor’s Hand again, when she was angry all the time. And she hated it. It reminded her of him and that was the last thing she needed or wanted at this point in her life.
But she didn’t know what to do. She couldn’t talk to Luke about it. Inga was wonderful, but she had never been pregnant. Leia was too far away and she didn’t want to talk over comm. She had nobody to talk to and these stupid feelings were only going to get worse. She was lucky that Luke was so patient and loving to deal with her crabbiness. That thought made her even madder at herself.
She turned from the sink and grabbed a long, flowing robe from the hook on the wall. It had been a gift from Luke. The blue color reminded her of his eyes. It had a habit of falling open at the top, and when he’d given it to her she’d joked that it wouldn’t do a very good job of covering her up. Luke had gotten that twinkle in his eye that nobody else in the galaxy ever saw.
Vowing to herself that she’d try to be less crabby, she waved her hand over the activation panel and stepped through the doorway.
My stars, she thought, as she stared at the sight in front of her. The gods must be very happy with me.
Luke stood several meters away. He’d removed his sleep pants and shirt, making his hair even wilder, and she had the sudden urge to rub her fingers through it. Then he shifted and all thoughts of his hair flew out of her mind as her eyes trained on his naked, hard, and straining cock. The straining cock she hadn’t tended to for quite some time.
She swallowed hard and forced herself to look Luke in the eye. “What are you doing, Consort?” Her voice was hard, but held just enough mirth so Luke would sense her intent.
The brightness in his eyes showed her that he did. “I’ve come to apologize, Empress.” His tone was so apologetic that she almost expected him to get down on one knee, and it tugged at her heart.
“What for, my Consort?”
“That’s just it,” he said, moving toward her. “I’ve been neglecting my Consortly duties recently. It was wrong of me.”
“Well,” she said, her breath catching in her throat at his beauty, “I’ve been very…distant, lately.” It was a diplomatic word, and they both knew it, but it was enough. “Not in much of a mood for being consorted.”
“And what about now, my Empress?”
“Now…” Mara trailed off as she lifted her arm to pull back her robe. Her breasts sprang free, and she held her hand there for a moment, pulling his attention to her chest. Not that he needed any encouragement to look. “Now I realize how silly I’ve been.”
Luke licked his lips and moved to her. “You are never silly, Mara,” he said, his voice dipping as he surrendered their Empress/Consort game. His fingers came up to brush against the red waves of her hair. “You can always talk to me. I might not always understand…but you can always talk to me.”
“I don’t want to talk right now,” she whispered, ghosting her fingers over his bicep.
Their gazes locked. “Okay,” he whispered back.
Then they were kissing, hard and passionate. They hadn’t kissed like this in quite some time and she drank in his taste, addicted to him, growing angry with herself for denying this. Luke kissed her harder, as if sensing her thoughts, and they flew out of her mind.
Somehow they made it to their bed. Somehow the covers were turned down. Somehow the robe fell off Mara. Somehow they tumbled onto the satin sheets.
Luke loomed over her, poised for entrance, but she grabbed his shoulders and rolled them over. She was still angry and frustrated over her condition, but now at least she was in a position to relieve some tension. Luke grinned at her and tugged at her hips, encouraging her. She lowered herself onto him with a pleasurable sigh, and with just that one action, it was as if every negative thought was expelled from her body.
She leaned forward, looming over him as their fingers entwined. She kissed him again and he freed a hand to clutch at the back of her neck, wanting more of her. She gave of herself willingly as she rode him with all her strength, the thick length of him inside of her better than any medicine any doctor in the galaxy could prescribe. Their orgasms grew quickly; they’d both been frustrated over the past several weeks. They surrendered to it, letting their passions bubble over as Mara threw her head back and screamed and Luke emptied himself into her wet heat.
She collapsed onto him, remembering at the last moment to catch herself so she wouldn’t fall on her stomach. Luke clutched her shoulders and positioned them so she was resting on his chest. Eventually their breathing returned to normal.
Luke was the first to speak. “You should wear that robe more often.”
Mara smiled. “I should,” she agreed, knowing that they weren’t talking about the robe at all.
“Feeling better now?”
“Yes.” She lifted her head to look at him. “I should have done that a long time ago.”
“Why didn’t you?”
She shrugged. “Stuff.” It was all she wanted to say about it right now, when they were still laying in bed together. “Can I go with you to the Temple tomorrow?”
She sensed his surprise. He’d been trying to start her training for months now, ever since the Temple opened. But he didn’t press her for details; he merely nodded. “You can go to the Temple whenever you want.”
“Okay.” She would talk with him them…along with doing other things. “I want to pick out our new rooms, too.”
He grinned. “Yeah?”
She nodded. “I don’t want to do this any more. It’s time to leave.”
He let out breath, one he’d been holding since she first told him she was pregnant. “Then we’ll leave, my Empress.”
She kissed his chest. “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” he murmured back.
* * * * *
One week later, on a bright summer morning, the Empress gave her farewell address to the galaxy. Power was transferred equally to the Imperial Senate and the Advisory Council. Formal negotiations were opened with the New Republic to officially join the two governments. The galaxy celebrated the announcement of their beloved leader’s pregnancy.
And that afternoon, the former Empress and the Consort left the Imperial Palace and moved into the Jedi Temple.
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Date: 2012-04-30 12:51 am (UTC)I will be so sad when these are over. . .I've got a long hard summer coming up people, I'm going to need more! ;)
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Date: 2012-04-30 01:45 am (UTC)But that ending!!! <3 <3 <3 Just perfection. I love those 5 little lines.
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Date: 2012-04-30 11:09 am (UTC)Hot Farmboy - best cure for grumpiness.
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Date: 2012-05-09 06:18 pm (UTC)Stuff called work will go on a couple of days still, but I'll catch up :D
Great, hot smut - as always!!!
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