Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None
Archive: Temple Voices, Sith Chicks, Jedihunks and anyone who wants it, just let me know
Summary: A meeting with the General
Disclaimer:None of these characters are mine, even though I use no names, they're not mine.
Notes: I didn't use names, but know its the General and a lady. I know who I wrote the lady to be, but you can imagine her whomever you like.
She sighed as she sipped her drink, hoping the ice cold liquid would curb the heat curling through her body.
At the moment, she'd do anything she could to cool down.
Closing her eyes, she ran an ice cube from her glass across her neck, and just down to the top of her low cut blouse, sighing as the icy water trickled down between her breasts, easing the heat a bit.
She felt his gaze on her long before she opened her eyes.
Her body temperature shot over the boiling point as she felt his eyes focus on her.
Hot.
Heated.
Intense.
Burning.
Dragging her lids open, she found herself ensnared in a pair of familiar greenish-blue eyes that seemed to sear themselves into her soul.
Her breath caught as she dragged her eyes from his and ran them down his body.
He was built like a God.
All hard muscle and sinew, not overly tall, but a perfect middle height.
His reddish brown hair caught the light, making it seem nearly red in some lights, almost black in others.
He was dressed simply in skintight leather pants and a black, billowy shirt.
The glint of a silver cylinder at his waist was barely obvious but to her trained eye.
She swallowed hard, feeling her body temperature rise again as he moved towards her.
Make that prowled towards her.
Like a hunter in sight of its prey.
He stalked her.
She decided she had no desire to move as he drew closer, instead keeping her eyes locked on his as he approached.
She fought back a moan as she felt his heated gaze slide down her body, lingering on her breasts, then hips and thighs.
Somehow managing to remain upright, she found herself holding her breath as he finally reached her side.
"You look rather overheated. Perhaps you might like to go someplace cooler?"
The rich voice washed over her like honey, seeming to ensnare her with the resonance behind each syllable as he held out his hand.
Looking deep into his eyes, she knew this was extremely stupid, dangerous and foolish.
But damned if she didn't want him more than her next breathe.
Taking a deep, steadying breath, she reached for his hand, letting him pull her off the bar stool and into the crowd.
Saying nothing, he led her through the throngs of people, his grip on her hand never loosening.
She wondered, deep inside her brain, what in the world she was doing.
Then her brain short-circuited as she felt him jerk her against him, whirling her around until her back hit the back wall of the nightclub.
Before she could even utter a gasp of shock, those sensual lips were crushing hers and her entire world exploded into a calliope of colors and sound.
Without thinking, she kissed him back, reaching out her tongue to meet and tangle with his as his hands slid across her neck and into the top of her blouse.
She moaned against his lips as his rough hands began to massage her breasts, her nipples hardening into tight little peaks as he stroked and pulled at them, all while continuing to learn every corner and crevice of his mouth.
He pressed her back against the wall, his hips grinding against hers, the evidence of his desire rubbing against her thighs.
She could feel herself liquefy, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside her.
As she reached down to struggle with the fastening of his pants, she cried out as he pulled back slightly, those incredible eyes boring into hers.
"Do you want this?"
The harshly whispered words nearly sent her over the edge, the desire in his eyes so intense she could hardly breathe.
Desire and lust for her.
"I want this. I want you," she whispered, hearing his low moan as his lips took hers again and his hands slid under the hem of her entirely too short skirt.
She cried out as she felt him take a nipple into the heat of his mouth, the rasp of his tongue through the thin material of her shirt an exquisite ecstasy while his hands slid higher up her thighs.
Moaning, he slipped two fingers underneath the elastic of her panties, and before she could do more than gasp, thrust them deep into her waiting depths.
She couldn't contain her cry as his fingers moved inside her, while his mouth did wonderful things to her breasts.
She had a quick moment of fear, realizing they were in a public place where anyone could see them.
That fear quickly passed as she felt him curve his fingers and hit that perfect spot inside her.
She felt her inner walls clamp down hard on his fingers as she arched frantically against him, moaning her pleasure as she clasped his head tightly to her breasts.
But it wasn't enough.
She needed to feel him as well.
Fingers moving from their death grip on his head, she managed to slip her hands to his waist and with a few quick moves, had his hardness cupped in her palm.
His low groan was music to her ears as she began to stroke him in quick, hard motions, somehow knowing it was just what he needed tonight.
Hot and hard and fast.
She cried out as she felt him pull back, his eyes wild as they gazed into hers.
"Inside you. Now."
The words nearly sent her crashing over the edge.
With a small nod and a tiny whimper, she gave him the permission he'd asked.
She felt him lift her, her legs immediately wrapping around his waist as he positioned himself against her center.
Then, with a harsh growl, he thrust home.
She cried out as she felt his hardness filling her to the fullest.
He felt incredibly hot and solid inside her.
Like no one she'd ever been with before.
Or ever would again.
She cried out as he began to move.
His strokes were quick and hard, each one driving himself deeper and deeper into her.
She paid no attention to the pain she felt as each thrust shoved her hard against the wall, the pain lost in the pleasure of his hard, quick moves and the feel of him around her, against her, inside her.
"Please, now," was all she managed as she felt herself nearing the peak, knowing she needed release desperately.
"Mine. Always. Mine."
The words, accompanied by his harsh thrust sent her over the edge.
He muffled her cry and his own by taking her lips again.
She felt herself flying, lost to everything but the pleasure around her, filling her, absorbing her.
Pleasure only this man could give to her.
Pleasure that could only come in stolen moments like these.
In this non-descript, seedy club that no one would think to look for them in.
She held him close as he slowly regained movement, slipping out of her and lowering her to the ground.
For a moment, they stared into each other's eyes, the lust and desire gone, replaced by something else entirely.
She nearly cried at the love she could see reflected in the eyes staring so intently into hers.
He always looked at her like that before he left.
No words were spoken.
Nothing verbally acknowledged.
But as she let the answering love she felt for him shine back at him for one brief moment in her eyes, she knew no words were needed.
Neither wanted it to be this way, but fate and the Force had left them no other choice.
She forced back her tears as he leaned in and kissed her sweetly, pouring all his love into the kiss.
She felt her heart break, as it did every time they parted.
She forced herself to remain strong as she stared into his pain filled eyes, watching as he pulled back, straightening his clothing, brushing those calloused fingers against her soft skin again, using the excuse of helping her fix her appearance.
Then, in his customary gesture, he raised her right hand to his lips, planting a heated kiss on the bare skin of her palm, his eyes never leaving hers.
Then, taking a deep breath, he let her hand go and with one, long last look, filled with love and pain, he turned and walked out of the bar.
She watched him go, knowing her heart went with him.
It always did.
She wiped away the solitary tear she couldn't hold back as she straightened her appearance, fixing the long red wig she wore back into place, moving back towards the bar, hoping her make-up was not too smeared.
Catching the eye of a small robed figure, hidden at a small table in the back, she nodded slightly, slipping towards the side door as the figure moved to meet her.
Silently they left the building, walking quickly down the street where an air taxi was waiting.
The two climbed into it and told the driver where to go.
As the taxi moved into traffic, she turned once more to look at the small, non-descript bar that had become the one place she could experience true happiness.
Saying a quick prayer that he would remain safe, she forced her attention off herself and back to where it belonged.
She had important matters to deal with in these troubled times.
She could ill afford to lose sight of those matters while indulging herself.
But as she drew closer and closer to home, and all that was waiting for her there, she couldn't help but wish she were back in their bar, holding onto him for dear life.
Holding on to the deepest love she'd ever known.
"We're here," the robed figure replied softly as she slipped the driver his usual salary and helped her from the car.
Looking up at the building in front of her, she straightened her shoulders and pushed all thoughts of herself and her own needs down.
Taking a deep breath, she slipped through the doors and back into her life.
The End
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