45 Absolute Monarchy (2/2)
Vaylin was imitating his movements, learning. Her moans vibrated against his lips and against his neck as his hands moved down and began to undo her trousers.
Suddenly she found herself yanked from his lap and pinned across the two seats. Her lower body was propped up against the arm rest between the seats as he was looming over her. His eyes stared at her, deviously.
However the expressions in his eyes changed quickly, glossening.
The person who he was 'seeing' pinned beneath him wasn't Vaylin. His heart began to quake as in his mind he was hallucinating the appearance of his lost love. His hand traced down her side before hooking against his trouser and tugged slowly.
Vaylin smiled up at him seeing the emotions written within his eyes, she could see his chest beating through his tunic. She moistened her lips and reached up, cupping his cheek in comfort as he leaned down and pressed his lips against hers again.
That was when they both froze as they heard a voice. A very impartial, unprejudiced, nonpartisan, neutral, objective, outside and disinterested voice. ”What are you doing?” It was Master Jedi Fay's voice, a hologram which had appeared on the dashboard. Staring at the two teens who were on top of one another.
Both of them slowly turn their heads to see the Jedi Master who was eying them. She wasn't jealous and looked completely objective. ”Um... Something?” Valad squinted slightly, smiling sheepishly as he did so.
Vaylin reached over, almost nonchalantly, and hit a button which immediately ended the transmission. Master Fay disappeared and they both let out a sigh. It had completely killed the mood.
Valad muttered ”Awkward...” as he continued to pull off her trousers down to her ankles, stopped by her boots. He then moved himself between her legs, resting the backs of her knees on his shoulders as he leaned down closer into her.
”We're still continuing?” Vaylin's face turned a bright red seeing how shameless he was being. She felt her legs become bare, her toes tensed in their confines. She felt his hands on her hips, playing at the trim of her underwear around her waist. She swallowed heavily as she felt him pull her lower body closer to himself. Pressing her covered vital regions against his own.
”Just... Trying to get back into the mood,” Valad winked as he moved back into the pilots seat. Using her trousers to keep her trapped on his lap with her legs spread.
Vaylin squealed, embarrassed as he snapped the elastic around her waist. ”H-hey...”She brought a partially closed hand to her chin, resting it right beneath her lower lip. She found herself positioned over him, forced to stand on her knees.
He folded the part of her boxers down which covered her mound and gently kissed her abdomen, taking in her scent and perspiration. His enhanced senses picked up everything from her heavy-fast heart beat and the temperature of her blood rising to her skin to help her cool down. She was completely turned on, afraid and excited.
Her tunic was ruffled up to her chest, she didn't bother to fix it.
That's when suddenly they both heard another voice, this time it wasn't Master Fay's. ”WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY MASTER!?” Riané bellowed, this time they knew they weren't the ones making the calls.
Both Vaylin and Valad immediately looked out of the Canopy at the astromech droid known as REED, who was whistling as if it hadn't been his doing. Their eyes then looked to Riané who looked like she was covered in sweat. Her whole body looked like it ached from physical training, her body looked extremely tight as if it was an acrobats or a dancer's build.
”Sorry, wrong number.” Vaylin who had just been embarrassed and afraid, even excited about what was about to be done with her. Spoke in a nonchalant tone as she reached back and ended the call before ripping out the cord to the communications system within the dash. ”Fucking droid,” she murmured as she grasped the tufts of hair on either side of Valad's head, cocking his head back and pressing her lips against his.
Vaylin had suddenly become assertive, keeping him pressed down into the pilot's seat and pressuring her lower body against him.
”If we don't...” He spoke between times given to breath, ”The droid might do something stupid.”
Vaylin blinked a few times and then looked out at the droid who was glaring at them from its socket. She made a face of contempt, she didn't want this to stop. Letting out a sigh, she pulled her feet out of her boots and took her trousers off as she curled up on the passenger side seat.
Valad sighed and folded her clothes before placing them at the foot of her seat. ”We'll have 'fun' when we get back, without the droid present.” He waved his hand in dismissal before reaching over and putting an arm around her shoulders. She rested her head onto his shoulder, closing her eyes.
...
Padmé Amidala had transformed Naboo in a Hereditary Monarchy, just like it had been around a hundred and twenty years ago, for thousands of years. Tradition found its roots. Supporters came out of the shadows and the woodworks.
Her word was law. Yet she could only feel that the world felt strange. After learning of Anakin Skywalker's death, the very boy who got her off the planet of Tatooine, she didn't feel right.
He had died, though there was nothing left of him to prove it. R2's head had been found in the debris field above the planet of Naboo. His matrix was intact and transplanted into a new R2-series body.
She was in her room at a the private royal villa. The same villa which she would have used to marry Anakin Skywalker during the Clone Wars. She was staring at the bed as she was give another vision.
Anakin, an older version of him waking up from a nightmare. However as he left the bed he faded away. She saw an older version of herself, at least ten years older than she was now, laying in the bed. A new figure, a familiar one fading into view.
She wore a face of confusion. ”Was he meant for me?” She wondered aloud, feeling her stomach as if she was expecting to feel a kick. ”The death I saw around the boy... Was it his death or other people? Was it a warning should he have lived?” Padmé couldn't wrap her head around it.
She recalled when she first met him, when he called her an angel. He was a silly boy, a cute silly boy. Her eyes glossed over as she flopped onto the bed. She hugged the silken covers. Then she paused as she recalled Valad calling her a space angel before. Her eyes narrowed, he used a similar pickup line on her when they had first met as well.
During their time in the hangar, she also noticed that Anakin had given the boy a glance. On top of that, Valad had been there well before anyone of them had arrived in the hangar.
That's when it came to her mind, Valad was not only capable, but he was also willing to kill a child. She also remembered that she had shared her dream with the very same man. He must have known who the child was.
When the droid had been refurbished it was sent to her room for a report.
Anakin's fighter, and only Anakin's fighter had been sabotaged. Whoever did it, knew exactly what fighter he was going to use. Everything pointed to Valad, her Guardian.