Consort in the Bedroom - E/C #41 - NC-17 -
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lukeandmaraOnly one more E/C after this one!! And it should be posted tomorrow. I hope you enjoy this one--smutty for those of you in withdrawals. You know who you are. ;)
CONSORT IN THE BEDROOM
by ginchy
Mara stifled a yawn as she pawed through her closet. She had many beautiful evening gowns, still, but none of them seemed quite right. She could hear Luke puttering around in the fresher, and wanted to get ready before he was finished. He had been reluctant to drop the kids off for the evening with Han and Leia, even with his twin’s insistence that a night off was needed, and that she and Han didn’t mind two extra kids for the evening. Han shaking his head in negative behind Leia had only served to make them both smile, because they knew how much he adored his nephew and niece.
A night off was needed. They were both exhausted. Even nine months after their youngest child’s birth, two children still came as almost a shock to Mara. Diya was a little beauty with bright red hair, and her father’s blue eyes. But she was far louder and a more complicated baby than her older brother, who was now almost four and as solemn and sweet as his father. Still, sometimes Mara thought it was easier to run the fate of an entire Empire than to chase after the two of them all day, even with Inga’s help. But they were worth it. Being a mother had been at once the easiest and the hardest thing she had ever done.
But with becoming parents things had changed things, especially when it came to their love life. Long gone were the blissful days of having sex for hours just because they felt like it. Sometimes she marveled at just how well she had run the Empire and Luke had recreated the Jedi Order when all of her memories seemed to involve them making love in beds and corridors, outdoors in the garden or even in the Jedi Temple. She licked her lips to think of those days, of how she would sit at her desk and grow damp just thinking about the evening, when she could shed her Empress attire and divest Luke of his clothing to come together in heated passion. She swallowed hard at the thought and stepped away from her closet as the fresher door opened, and the warm, damp scent of Luke and his cleanser and cologne wafted toward her.
He followed the scent out, dressed only in dark trousers and nothing else. She took the moment to really appreciate him, like she had once done, back in their lush rooms in the Palace. Sex was still intense between them, but a more hurried affair, taking place beneath the covers after the end of a long day of chasing Jedi and their own young children. And suddenly Mara wanted to grab back a piece of the past.
“Mara? Are you going to get dressed? The reservations are for 1950.”
Stepping forward across the room, Mara stopped just in front of him, and gave him a special smile. “I’m afraid those reservations will have to wait.”
“Wait? But I thought you wanted--”
She cut off his words with a teasing hand to his chest. She traced the line of it and fingered the band of his pants. He drew in a quick breath, and shuddered when her fingers softly slid beneath the band to tickle. She leaned into his mouth and brushed her lips carefully against his, suddenly aware of just how she was dressed, in only her one-piece lace undergarment. “The Empress has found something else she wants,” she murmured lowly. Pressing fully against him, she ground her hip against the hardness she could feel perking in his pants. “Does that agree with you, Consort?”
Luke growled and grasped her by the head, plunging his hands into her hair and kissing her hard, his tongue demanding and receiving entrance. She let him plunder her mouth for a moment before striking back, practically pulling his tongue from his mouth to mate with hers as she moaned aloud from his familiar taste. It was so liberating to be able to kiss him like this again, to feel and hear his heated moans as she broke from his mouth and kissed frantically down his chest, sucking and nipping at his supple skin. She kissed his navel and darted out her tongue, bringing him almost to his knees as she rimmed it and blew. Popping the button of his pants, she eased them and his underwear slowly over his hard member, kneeling slightly to tease him with a soft kiss to the very tip of him. And once again his fingers were tangled in her hair, grabbing her and pulling her, practically throwing her to the bed.
She laughed as her bottom hit the mattress and immediately spread her legs, beckoning him closer. “Oh, Empress,” he panted, climbing up onto the bed, towering over her. His erection jutted out and she rubbed her legs back together, to ease the hot need that pounded there. “I want you…” he rumbled, moving in between her legs and lowering himself to drag his cock against her still covered slit.
She cried out, already sensitized and craving his touch. She grabbed his shoulders and hauled him into another wet kiss, their hands everywhere as they pushed and thrust against one another, panting and gasping. Luke bit her ear lobe and she shuddered, and then his lips were tugging on a nipple through the lace. She screamed at the sensation as it raced to her clit, pulsating and stinging with need. “Please, Luke,” she gasped, shameless in her pursuit of that release. “Oh, please…”
He flashed her a sexy grin and tore at her garment, and there may have been some unnecessary Force use there but she didn’t care as it ripped and was tossed away. His mouth found her nipples and sucked and he was moaning at her pleasure as it surrounded them in the Force. She reached down and grabbed at him, until she held him in her hand, long and hard and hot. And it felt so good and would feel even better inside. She tugged at him and moaned into his mouth as he plundered her again for another kiss. He grabbed her hand away from his cock and then pushed at her thighs to open them further. He took his dick in hand and probed at her with the thick head of his shaft.
“Kriff,” he muttered, “feels so good…”
And it did. If felt so good that it almost hurt and she was whipping her head back and forth on the pillow, trying to use the Force to pull him the rest of the way in. “Just do it, Consort, kriff your Empress…”
The explosion in the Force as he pushed in sent Mara immediately over the edge. She screamed as the pleasure spasmed out from her clit and her wet heat sucked and milked at him. He thrust once, twice, and by the third hard thrust he too was constricting and crying out his pleasure, burying his damp face in her neck as they quaked together.
They breathed in time together, trying to come down from their high. Suddenly Mara was exhausted again, and had a hard time keeping her eyes open. Luke was a heavy weight against her, and she knew that he was dozing, too. “Luke,” she murmured, pushing against his shoulder. “Move, I want to sleep.”
“Gods, me, too.” He tumbled over and wearily sat up. “But what about the reservation?”
“Kriff the reservation,” she muttered. “After that, all I want to do is sleep.” She turned on her side and nestled into her pillow.
Behind her Luke chuckled and she could hear him tapping out something on his datapad. Probably cancelling with the restaurant. She was just beginning to doze when he spooned up behind her, and slid one hand over her soft belly. “I love you, my Empress,” he whispered, kissing her temple.
Mara smiled softly, dreamily, and reciprocated through the Force. The Former Empress of the Empire had everything she needed now: her Jedi Husband, her two children, their life together in the Temple, but also the promise of always having her Consort in the bedroom.
CONSORT IN THE BEDROOM
by ginchy
Mara stifled a yawn as she pawed through her closet. She had many beautiful evening gowns, still, but none of them seemed quite right. She could hear Luke puttering around in the fresher, and wanted to get ready before he was finished. He had been reluctant to drop the kids off for the evening with Han and Leia, even with his twin’s insistence that a night off was needed, and that she and Han didn’t mind two extra kids for the evening. Han shaking his head in negative behind Leia had only served to make them both smile, because they knew how much he adored his nephew and niece.
A night off was needed. They were both exhausted. Even nine months after their youngest child’s birth, two children still came as almost a shock to Mara. Diya was a little beauty with bright red hair, and her father’s blue eyes. But she was far louder and a more complicated baby than her older brother, who was now almost four and as solemn and sweet as his father. Still, sometimes Mara thought it was easier to run the fate of an entire Empire than to chase after the two of them all day, even with Inga’s help. But they were worth it. Being a mother had been at once the easiest and the hardest thing she had ever done.
But with becoming parents things had changed things, especially when it came to their love life. Long gone were the blissful days of having sex for hours just because they felt like it. Sometimes she marveled at just how well she had run the Empire and Luke had recreated the Jedi Order when all of her memories seemed to involve them making love in beds and corridors, outdoors in the garden or even in the Jedi Temple. She licked her lips to think of those days, of how she would sit at her desk and grow damp just thinking about the evening, when she could shed her Empress attire and divest Luke of his clothing to come together in heated passion. She swallowed hard at the thought and stepped away from her closet as the fresher door opened, and the warm, damp scent of Luke and his cleanser and cologne wafted toward her.
He followed the scent out, dressed only in dark trousers and nothing else. She took the moment to really appreciate him, like she had once done, back in their lush rooms in the Palace. Sex was still intense between them, but a more hurried affair, taking place beneath the covers after the end of a long day of chasing Jedi and their own young children. And suddenly Mara wanted to grab back a piece of the past.
“Mara? Are you going to get dressed? The reservations are for 1950.”
Stepping forward across the room, Mara stopped just in front of him, and gave him a special smile. “I’m afraid those reservations will have to wait.”
“Wait? But I thought you wanted--”
She cut off his words with a teasing hand to his chest. She traced the line of it and fingered the band of his pants. He drew in a quick breath, and shuddered when her fingers softly slid beneath the band to tickle. She leaned into his mouth and brushed her lips carefully against his, suddenly aware of just how she was dressed, in only her one-piece lace undergarment. “The Empress has found something else she wants,” she murmured lowly. Pressing fully against him, she ground her hip against the hardness she could feel perking in his pants. “Does that agree with you, Consort?”
Luke growled and grasped her by the head, plunging his hands into her hair and kissing her hard, his tongue demanding and receiving entrance. She let him plunder her mouth for a moment before striking back, practically pulling his tongue from his mouth to mate with hers as she moaned aloud from his familiar taste. It was so liberating to be able to kiss him like this again, to feel and hear his heated moans as she broke from his mouth and kissed frantically down his chest, sucking and nipping at his supple skin. She kissed his navel and darted out her tongue, bringing him almost to his knees as she rimmed it and blew. Popping the button of his pants, she eased them and his underwear slowly over his hard member, kneeling slightly to tease him with a soft kiss to the very tip of him. And once again his fingers were tangled in her hair, grabbing her and pulling her, practically throwing her to the bed.
She laughed as her bottom hit the mattress and immediately spread her legs, beckoning him closer. “Oh, Empress,” he panted, climbing up onto the bed, towering over her. His erection jutted out and she rubbed her legs back together, to ease the hot need that pounded there. “I want you…” he rumbled, moving in between her legs and lowering himself to drag his cock against her still covered slit.
She cried out, already sensitized and craving his touch. She grabbed his shoulders and hauled him into another wet kiss, their hands everywhere as they pushed and thrust against one another, panting and gasping. Luke bit her ear lobe and she shuddered, and then his lips were tugging on a nipple through the lace. She screamed at the sensation as it raced to her clit, pulsating and stinging with need. “Please, Luke,” she gasped, shameless in her pursuit of that release. “Oh, please…”
He flashed her a sexy grin and tore at her garment, and there may have been some unnecessary Force use there but she didn’t care as it ripped and was tossed away. His mouth found her nipples and sucked and he was moaning at her pleasure as it surrounded them in the Force. She reached down and grabbed at him, until she held him in her hand, long and hard and hot. And it felt so good and would feel even better inside. She tugged at him and moaned into his mouth as he plundered her again for another kiss. He grabbed her hand away from his cock and then pushed at her thighs to open them further. He took his dick in hand and probed at her with the thick head of his shaft.
“Kriff,” he muttered, “feels so good…”
And it did. If felt so good that it almost hurt and she was whipping her head back and forth on the pillow, trying to use the Force to pull him the rest of the way in. “Just do it, Consort, kriff your Empress…”
The explosion in the Force as he pushed in sent Mara immediately over the edge. She screamed as the pleasure spasmed out from her clit and her wet heat sucked and milked at him. He thrust once, twice, and by the third hard thrust he too was constricting and crying out his pleasure, burying his damp face in her neck as they quaked together.
They breathed in time together, trying to come down from their high. Suddenly Mara was exhausted again, and had a hard time keeping her eyes open. Luke was a heavy weight against her, and she knew that he was dozing, too. “Luke,” she murmured, pushing against his shoulder. “Move, I want to sleep.”
“Gods, me, too.” He tumbled over and wearily sat up. “But what about the reservation?”
“Kriff the reservation,” she muttered. “After that, all I want to do is sleep.” She turned on her side and nestled into her pillow.
Behind her Luke chuckled and she could hear him tapping out something on his datapad. Probably cancelling with the restaurant. She was just beginning to doze when he spooned up behind her, and slid one hand over her soft belly. “I love you, my Empress,” he whispered, kissing her temple.
Mara smiled softly, dreamily, and reciprocated through the Force. The Former Empress of the Empire had everything she needed now: her Jedi Husband, her two children, their life together in the Temple, but also the promise of always having her Consort in the bedroom.
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Date: 2012-07-15 03:59 pm (UTC)"Sometimes she marveled at just how well she had run the Empire and Luke had recreated the Jedi Order when all of her memories seemed to involve them making love in beds and corridors, outdoors in the garden or even in the Jedi Temple. "
Funny - that's all remember too ;-P Nice touch there!