Mini Nano, Day 7 snippets
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morgynleriSabé & Padmé, reuniting on Serenno:
No face-paint or headdress, no uniform, none of the elaborate robes and dresses that Sabé had once helped her with, only a simple tunic and trousers, her hair braided back from her face. Her dark eyes don't focus on Sabé's face, and for a moment, Sabé feels a cold terror wrap around her heart, until she is close enough to be certain Padmé is tracking her motion, even if she cannot see everything.
She doesn't have a chance to kneel at her Queen's feet before Padmé's hands are reaching for her, clinging tight to her cloak and pulling her in. Sabé wraps her arms around Padmé, feeling a silent sob shudder through her best beloved's too-thin frame. "What happened, Padmé?"
Padmé's voice is as whisper soft and horse as Sabé's own when she replies, telling her everything that has happened since the birth of the Empire from the ashes of their beloved Republic. Sabé tightens her arms when Padmé speaks of the attack on Naboo, the forced flight and her fears for their people.
"But we live." Padmé's voice strengthens as she pulls back, pressing Sabé's arms away so she can stand on her own. "So long as we live, and we can fight, the Republic is not entirely dead. Sleeping, injured and bleeding, but not dead."
Maul and Obi-Wan, location unknown (bored, bored, frustrated and bored, Maul would like Obi-Wan to actually sleep, rather than that actively-moving-around-the-bed-that-passes-for-sleep thing he does when not exhausted... and is very, very annoyed that this place only has two beds, and he's not sharing with Anakin, because the boy clings in his sleep):
Turning, Maul pushes him against the wall next to the arch, hands held just far enough from his skin to spark, thin tendrils of pain that fade readily into pleasure - Obi-Wan knows he's become far too fond of the sensation, has associated it too closely with sex since they'd begun this strange exile. He leans his head back against the rough stone, his breath shuddering out as Maul finally brings his hands to rest on Obi-Wan's hips, just above the trousers that Obi-Wan hadn't shed earlier.
There are no words, just efficient hands divesting him of what clothing he hadn't already removed, and sparking hands sliding down to curl close around his hardening cock and dance lightning over his balls. Obi-Wan bites his lip, drawing a deep breath through his nose when Maul closes his hand, trading lightning hints of pain for a bone-deep hum of Force that isn't quite enough and is almost too much at the same time.
He reaches out, curling one hand around behind Maul's head, though Obi-Wan knows he's courting a bloody lip when he pulls him in for a kiss. He wants more, has asked for it in the past, but he knows he won't get it - Maul seems singularly uninterested in anything other than getting Obi-Wan off when he does this. Out of self-preservation, perhaps, since none of them can leave until they all do, and then their alliance will run swiftly to its end.
Pain echoes exepcted from the sharp snap Maul delivers, and blood tastes like iron and ozone in his mouth as Obi-Wan draws back, a grin flashing across his face. "The bed, at least?"
Maul's hand tightens a moment on Obi-Wan's cock, before he slides his free hand further back, lightning sparking off his fingertips against perineum and ass, making Obi-Wan gasp and arch his back as he closes his eyes. A fingertip pressed just behind his balls makes him come with a groan, the deep thrum of Force-enhanced pleasure wringing him out.
"Now sleep, Jedi." Maul steps away from him, letting Obi-Wan stumble over to fall face-first into the bed, vaguely aware that he's probably going to have to wash his trousers in the morning before he can wear them. The Zabrak does like to use them to wipe his hands off before bed.
No face-paint or headdress, no uniform, none of the elaborate robes and dresses that Sabé had once helped her with, only a simple tunic and trousers, her hair braided back from her face. Her dark eyes don't focus on Sabé's face, and for a moment, Sabé feels a cold terror wrap around her heart, until she is close enough to be certain Padmé is tracking her motion, even if she cannot see everything.
She doesn't have a chance to kneel at her Queen's feet before Padmé's hands are reaching for her, clinging tight to her cloak and pulling her in. Sabé wraps her arms around Padmé, feeling a silent sob shudder through her best beloved's too-thin frame. "What happened, Padmé?"
Padmé's voice is as whisper soft and horse as Sabé's own when she replies, telling her everything that has happened since the birth of the Empire from the ashes of their beloved Republic. Sabé tightens her arms when Padmé speaks of the attack on Naboo, the forced flight and her fears for their people.
"But we live." Padmé's voice strengthens as she pulls back, pressing Sabé's arms away so she can stand on her own. "So long as we live, and we can fight, the Republic is not entirely dead. Sleeping, injured and bleeding, but not dead."
Maul and Obi-Wan, location unknown (bored, bored, frustrated and bored, Maul would like Obi-Wan to actually sleep, rather than that actively-moving-around-the-bed-that-passes-for-sleep thing he does when not exhausted... and is very, very annoyed that this place only has two beds, and he's not sharing with Anakin, because the boy clings in his sleep):
Turning, Maul pushes him against the wall next to the arch, hands held just far enough from his skin to spark, thin tendrils of pain that fade readily into pleasure - Obi-Wan knows he's become far too fond of the sensation, has associated it too closely with sex since they'd begun this strange exile. He leans his head back against the rough stone, his breath shuddering out as Maul finally brings his hands to rest on Obi-Wan's hips, just above the trousers that Obi-Wan hadn't shed earlier.
There are no words, just efficient hands divesting him of what clothing he hadn't already removed, and sparking hands sliding down to curl close around his hardening cock and dance lightning over his balls. Obi-Wan bites his lip, drawing a deep breath through his nose when Maul closes his hand, trading lightning hints of pain for a bone-deep hum of Force that isn't quite enough and is almost too much at the same time.
He reaches out, curling one hand around behind Maul's head, though Obi-Wan knows he's courting a bloody lip when he pulls him in for a kiss. He wants more, has asked for it in the past, but he knows he won't get it - Maul seems singularly uninterested in anything other than getting Obi-Wan off when he does this. Out of self-preservation, perhaps, since none of them can leave until they all do, and then their alliance will run swiftly to its end.
Pain echoes exepcted from the sharp snap Maul delivers, and blood tastes like iron and ozone in his mouth as Obi-Wan draws back, a grin flashing across his face. "The bed, at least?"
Maul's hand tightens a moment on Obi-Wan's cock, before he slides his free hand further back, lightning sparking off his fingertips against perineum and ass, making Obi-Wan gasp and arch his back as he closes his eyes. A fingertip pressed just behind his balls makes him come with a groan, the deep thrum of Force-enhanced pleasure wringing him out.
"Now sleep, Jedi." Maul steps away from him, letting Obi-Wan stumble over to fall face-first into the bed, vaguely aware that he's probably going to have to wash his trousers in the morning before he can wear them. The Zabrak does like to use them to wipe his hands off before bed.
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Date: 2014-11-09 12:18 am (UTC)Bottom: Holy fuck that was hot.
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Date: 2014-11-09 12:35 am (UTC)The Padmé/Sabé bit the top part is snipped out of went on to try to carve my heart out with a spoon and stomp all over it with point-heeled boots. I am very much hoping the two of them have happier things to tell me later in the story.
It was interesting to write Maul/Obi-Wan, especially since my headcanon for Maul is very distinctly asexual. And Obi-Wan is very much more in the casual sex part of headcanon for this one. (Maul-muse has muttered several times about everyone around him seems to have a sex drive, and can they please leave him out of this, or can he please, please kill them otherwise?)