I do not own Star Wars. I couldn't find Admiral Motti's real name
on the Wiki, so I had to name him myself.
It was strange,
Farie had to admit, that they complemented each other so well.
Arden Motti was hardly the type of man she had expected to be
partnered with, but here they were, several days into their engagement,
and already she had adjusted to the arrogance and the bluster,
quite willing to act his trophy wife.
those of the aristocracy did not pursue the fanciful ideas of
Love and Truth. Honour and Beauty were more becoming to the ancient
Houses, Poise and Elegance the mantra sung by all ladies of high
birth, aiming to make a good match with a worthy man.
private, however, she was not nearly so subservient. And this
little game right now was proof of that. A derivative of Sabacc,
its cards and rules were much harder to manipulate and cheat with,
as well as having been more refined than the versions played across
the galaxy by the lower classes.
used to winning, or at least having her partner politely concede
to her. Unfortunately her fiancée was not that kind of
man, as the gleeful look written on his face portrayed in response
to her showing her hand.
I'm afraid I've won again, my dear..." There was no sympathy
in that voice, only amusement at her loss, and arrogance at the
victory over his woman. Farie averted her eyes, hiding her displeasure
at her poor start... damn, Arden, you won again...
the small pile of displaced cards to Arden, his devilish smile
with her even as she closed her eyes.
not do; he was sure to rub her nose in it now. Last time they
had engaged in this game, she had won, and he had been on the
point of annoyance. Now he was sure to be nearing the edge of
obnoxiousness... but she wouldn't have it any other way. Arden
was all hers, as she was his.
And now he'd
won their second game. Sighing as she collected up the cards from
the table and rearranged them, she ignored him as he eyed her
up, watching her reaction to losing to him, a smile curling his
lip, or perhaps it was a sneer.
play well for a woman, Farie. Unfortunately not well enough."
He had a tone in his voice, a tone she did not like. No one else
had ever spoken to her like that.
She got a
grip on herself; she was his now, technically, since their engagement
had been announced and they were living together. Her family had
been unhappy about this arrangement, but they really had no choice.
The name Motti commanded a certain amount of respect, and Farie's
family had been most eager to make such connections.
He was trying
to wind her up purposefully. She knew this man too well, despite
their lack of time together. She knew the games he played, especially
the mind games he took particular fun in bestowing. He just wanted
a reaction, to incense her and make her angry... To what end she
could only guess, but she was certain it was unsavoury and unbecoming
of her rank.
asked your fiancée to play an innocent game of cards with
you. I had not thought you would take it so seriously." She
spoke with a flick of her hair, a look of casual indifference
on her face as he carefully reached across to touch her face,
starting yet another round of banter to make their game all the
more vital to win. She carefully stood up, disliking the contact.
above all others, know the importance of these little interactions,
my dear, let us not fool ourselves." Before she realised,
Arden had appeared behind her, wrapping his arms around her hips,
a hint of subterfuge in his voice. "We are to be man and
wife; we are, in theory, equals."
amused by the irony of this. Arden would not allow her to rule
anything with him; he had to be the best in everything, or he
would himself wind up annoyed that he couldn't be the best. He
couldn't accept that he wasn't perfect. He was a man, an admiral
too, and so she could never be his equal.
to the back of her mind, she smiled as she felt him kiss along
the curve of her neck, nipping gently with his teeth, his hands
sensuously stroking up and down the length of her body, paying
particular attention to the swell in the fabric that outlined
her bust. Yes, he was a man, but that could also be a weakness.
mean you just want me there to be your little toy? I need more
satisfaction than that, my love." Her back arched, following
as his hands trailed down to the base of her spine, the fingers
as icy cold as his outward façade.
much more than that, you know that... although after tonight,
there will be much satisfaction to be had, for the both of us..."
He nuzzled her gently, and smiled to himself as he outlined the
shell of her ear, dipping his tongue into the folds of rigid pale
skin, feeling her shudder in his arms.
was prized, and of course she had been kept quite safe from any
man who might manipulate her, though she knew it to be her greatest
weapon also. So long as no-one found out...
be more, if you were not so easily drawn into seduction,"
His grip tightened,
holding her suffocatingly close to his person. His expression
was one of affront; he was clearly disgusted by this show of aggression
from her, but also aroused by it. Perhaps this wasn't such a bad
speak to me in such a way?" he whispered huskily into her
ear, busying himself with the buttons on her shirt. One pale,
spider-like hand crept through the gap to teasingly draw circles
on her stomach. "You dare to say such a thing, when we're
alone, and when no one else would know..."
dare to prove it, take it."
given, it was time to see if he would dare. This little dance
had gone further than she had guessed it would, but perhaps that
was not such a bad thing. He deserved the look of confusion she
saw on his face, a moment caught off-guard by a woman was fair
him. Such tenacity? But he was feeling suitably giving. Holding
her even closer he ground his hips into hers, rubbing his cock
against the inside of her thigh, relieving some of the tension
that had been caused. She really was a terrible tease, whether
she was aware of her allure of not.
It was her
turn for the shocked reaction, now. Not displeased, she leaned
her head back against him, the difference in their heights meaning
she had her head halfway down his chest. A hand slid to clasp
her chin, cupping around the chin, thumb gently brushing her lips.
His finger slid to part her lips; she allowed a slim digit to
enter her mouth, her tongue rubbing up its length in silent suggestion...
then another replaced it, and then another, until she had licked,
nibbled and sucked on each long finger, Arden's expression one
of deep concentration on what she was doing.
It's the simple
things he does... who would have thought that licking his fingers
could be so... captivating?
the sensation as much as the implications that sent his blood
boiling and his mind racing. Where else would she place those
blessed lips? He could only imagine. Licking his dry lips he smiled
evilly. "You lost, lover, and so you must pay the forfeit.
Now pull your skirt up."
as her eyebrows vanished, eyes widening at this shocking statement.
Not only was it harsh and crude, it completely changed the mood;
no longer did he appear so sweet and giving, but as haughty and
snobbish as when he'd first taunted her.
are so arrogant," she said dismissively, a little disgruntled.
Is that how he wanted to play it?
perhaps need a hand?" Both hands slid simultaneously down
her front, rubbing her thighs, running back up the insides ever
so slowly. Really, he was too much. "You unpure girl. What
have you been thinking about, to get you this wet? We have barely
into his contact. Again, her ass rubbed pleasurably against his
cock, the sensation pleasing them both. "Mmmm... Arden, don't
hand had returned to her shirt, reaching upwards to slip inside
the cup of her bra, gently rubbing as he pressed his head against
hers, a soft, satisfied noise coming from his lips.
you won, you don't have to be smug."
over. Just think of this as... a field test, of sorts."
feeling one thin, spindly-fingered hand tighten on her ass, clenching
and unclenching on the taut muscle as his other hand forced her
head forward, taking a grip on her hair and resting her face down
against the smooth material of the playing board, his hand running
up the centre of her spine, creating waves of reaction as she
shuddered at the pressure, barely aware that he was tugging on
the soft lisle of her tights, allowing the light fabric to tumble
to her ankles as he slid a finger inside her panties and rubbed
gently, also tugging them down her thighs.
as she heard him undo his zipper, the sound of fabric against
fabric as he forced the tight trousers down his legs, shortly
followed by his boxers. Just get it over with, Arden... and try
not to smash my face against this accursed table...
She felt him
push inside her, the sensation different from usual. As he rocked
gently, his cock brushed her clit; his hand returned to holding
her head down as he stretched his body slimily against hers, catlike,
pushing further in. Strange as it was, but this peculiar... position
felt good; perhaps it was that more of her was in contact with
him, or the suave, sexy voice that whispered secrets and promises
into her ear, groans of ecstasy randomly punctuating the conversation.
hell, Arden...!" she said, teeth clenched. Silly boy, silly
silly boy! In her oddly pleasure-twisted mind she was laughing.
How could it be that Arden Motti, the victor of their duels, getting
down and dirty with his future bride, had a look of frustration
on his face? Jealously is a terrible thing. I'm being forced down
here, beneath him, and he's going to all that effort to fuck me...
and I'm feeling most of the pleasure...
occurred; her abdomen tightened and the frustration vanished,
leaving her calm and sated and happy. Arden still forced into
her, until she felt his hips buck, the strange, natural warning
of male orgasm. He forced as hard as he could, and released.
on the table, covered in perspiration, they paused for a while,
Arden sprawled atop her thin frame, his hands idly combing through
her hair. She turned her head to look at him; his eyes focussed,
him as she sat up, she wiggled from under him, combed her hair
behind her ears and pulled her tights back up, Arden watching.
you like some help?" He tugged her skirt back up, returning
the zipper to its place at the top of the runner, then turned
her around and hugged her to him. She affectionately clung to
him, almost child-like, leaning her head inside his clothing.
Taken aback by her apparent show of emotion, he patted her on
the back of the head, kissing her forehead as her hand slid inside
his jacket, rubbing circles on his chest.
not turn this into a petty rivalry between man and wife. We can
never be equal, but that does not mean you have to be kept the
trophy wife at home alone..."
her eyes, and thought she could hear the honesty behind the words.
Smiling, she answered with a careful kiss, eager for their future
together, and the constant challenge to best him.