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22 March 2010 @ 01:17 pm
Fic: ‘Allayloo ta nuv.’  
Title: Allayloo ta nuv.
Fandom: Star Wars
Rating: (MA 15+)
Time Period: Between tPM & AotC.
Summary: Truth is revealed and feelings are indulged.

Author's Note: This is Part V of V.

Due to content, this story is being rated (MA 15+).

Disclaimer
All characters contained herein are the intellectual property of Lucas; I am not affiliated with nor endorsed by him.


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“Could we,” she scooted closer, “forget affiliations and status for one night?” She reached out; her hand cradled his cheek. “Please?”

“Your Maj—Highness, we—”

“Padmé,” she corrected. “Padmé.”

“Padmé,” he whispered, “we can—” Suddenly, her lips were pressed to his. He groaned and leaned closer, hungrily tasting. One of his hands entangled in her hair. The other slipped inside her tunic. He tilted his head back suddenly. “We cannot,” he breathed against her lips. “We cannot.”

“We cannot,” she agreed, echoing their earlier restraint. “We cannot.” Her forehead rested against his. So close. So tempting.

“Oh by the—” He pulled her closer, fully onto his lap and wrapped his arms around her. She pressed against him and reached into his tunic, pulling it open and tugged on his trousers so her hand could slip inside. He fumbled with her belt for several moments before he realised it was the back of it. “—Force.” Her hips lifted enough for him to unfasten her belt and to pull her trousers down, complete with any undergarments. She managed to tear open his trousers and lowered herself onto him with a shudder. He felt sudden warmth and automatically stilled, eyes slightly widened. “Padmé, your—”

“Yes,” she confided breathily, lips close to his. “It is.”

“We shouldn’t.” He didn’t move.

“We should.” Her hands cupped his face between them. She shifted slightly on his lap, enough to make him gasp and squirm. “Be my first.” She kissed his nose, his cheek and leaned closer to blow in his ear after she moved a hand and rested it on his shoulder. His arms tightened around her even more and he couldn’t stop the soft moan that escaped. “Surrender,” she whispered by his ear, “to me. To us.”

He thrust suddenly upward, filling her more completely than she had known was possible; she pushed downward, to impale herself, and rocked on his lap. He leaned forward and rested his head against her chest; with each movement, his tongue flickered to taste the heat of her skin. Each time, she whimpered. Her head fell back. His hips moved faster. Nothing existed except their world of each other.

The woven mat was pushed aside. She gasped sharply as his teeth grazed soft flesh followed by his lips closing upon her. Suddenly, she was poked with a paw. “Roda manna manna sta!” He was ignored. He cocked his head to the side, to study their actions and sounds. Then he shrugged and prodded. “Roda manna manna sta!”

Both shuddered, still enthralled by each other, and it was several moments before either noticed their audience. Padmé rested her forehead against his shoulder and he loosened his hold on her slightly so she could move but the close circle of his arms kept her on his lap. “Thank you,” he murmured into her hair. He gently combed his fingers through the brown curls.

“It was my pleasure,” she breathlessly whispered, cheeks flushed from their exertions. “Should we—?”

“Roda manna manna sta!”

Obi-Wan gently laughed. “We should.” He kissed her cheek, almost nuzzling but he resisted the urge, acutely aware of their audience. “What should I say?”

“What yousa say?” She turned her head to try and see the figure in the dark.

“Roda manna manna sta!”

“What yousa say?” She snuggled into Obi-Wan’s arms and, with one hand, she pulled her shirt closed against the cold beginning to creep in.

“Roda manna manna sta!”

She shook her head. “No. No no.”

“Fudana! Fudana!” Their small friend backed out of the hut; they didn’t hear where he went. Obi-Wan’s arms tightened while they waited and shifted his hips slightly to be more comfortable. It wasn’t long before their host returned and held two chunks of roasted meat to them. “Roda manna manna sta!” Padmé reached for the meat and handed one to Obi-Wan, who reluctantly accepted.

“Tank yu,” she smiled. “Tank yu.” She straightened and one of Obi-Wan’s hands remained on one of her hips. They didn’t realise their companion had left for his own food until he had returned with a hunk of meat and sat in the corner by the doorway, chewing voraciously.

“Yun yum di goot?” He held up the bone in his paw. “Yun yum?”

“Good,” Obi-Wan held what was left of his piece up and nodded. “Good.”

“Thees! Thees!” Their companion nodded. “Etke manna manna?”

Padmé shook her head. “Nosa tank yu. Mesa am berry fool.” She rested her head on Obi-Wan’s shoulder. He set the remnants of his meal on the ground and wrapped his outer robe around her before he pulled remaining the combs and bands, that barely held on, from her hair; it fell in waves around her shoulders and face.

Their friend shrugged and left the hut; he chittered as he departed but Obi-Wan didn’t hear what was said. Instead, he kissed Padmé’s forehead as she nestled within the circle of his arms as though she belonged. “Rest and I’ll keep watch,” he quietly assured. She murmured sleepily and his arms tightened again, into a warm hug to reassure she was safe. He glanced to her hands and freed the bone from her fingers, putting it on the floor next to his.

The sun was almost risen when their companion peered in through the entrance. He crinkled his nose at the Jedi and young Queen; they hadn’t moved since he’d last peeked into the hut during the night. Both were asleep, the girl curled up in the Jedi’s arms and he held her close, protecting her from the outside world and galaxy. His outer robe was firmly wrapped about them. “Allayloo ta nuv.

“Allayloo ta nuv.”
 
 
 
Angel... Dark Wings Descending...: obidalaangel_in_tears on March 22nd, 2010 02:55 am (UTC)
Oh wow. That story was beautiful! I love how gentlemanly he tries to be and Padme has none of it. And the gungan that keeps popping up OMG LOL!

I love the line:
as she nestled within the circle of his arms as though she belonged
Its so sweet/cute/romantic :)

Thankyou for posting this ^^
F. J.: Golden Candlesmorethanacandle on March 22nd, 2010 04:40 am (UTC)
Oh wow. That story was beautiful!
Thank you!

And the gungan that keeps popping up OMG LOL!
The ‘small furry creature’ isn’t a Gungan; she was speaking Gungan in the hope there was a commonality between languages! I don’t think it worked!

But I am very glad his disturbances were funny!

Its so sweet/cute/romantic :)
It’s very good to know that there were romantic elements as this was (kind of) the original longer story behind what became the Valentine’s Day ‘fic whose original draft ended where Part III ended.

Thankyou for posting this ^^
You’re very welcome. I’m very glad this one was so well-received!
Angel... Dark Wings Descending...: obidalaangel_in_tears on March 22nd, 2010 06:04 am (UTC)
Ooops my bad :P I didn't read that part properly obviously :) I just focused on the gungan speaking. :)
F. J.: Golden Candlesmorethanacandle on March 22nd, 2010 10:27 am (UTC)
Ooops my bad :P I didn't read that part properly obviously :) I just focused on the gungan speaking. :)
Not a problem!
Armchair DM: Igor: A Rod Of Silencearmchairdm on March 22nd, 2010 04:54 am (UTC)
Oh man. This was ... intense.
F. J.: Three candlesmorethanacandle on March 22nd, 2010 05:06 am (UTC)
Good or bad?
Armchair DMarmchairdm on March 23rd, 2010 12:04 pm (UTC)
Definitely good. Just intense.
pronker: georgeobrientorsopronker on March 22nd, 2010 05:58 am (UTC)
They were engrossed so that they were their own world --- nice sense of things barreling to a conclusion that they both wanted. Liked the little critter.
F. J.: Lantern & Candles: Warmmorethanacandle on March 22nd, 2010 10:29 am (UTC)
Thank you.