Unsexy Sex Drabbles (Star Wars)
This fic is rated: S for Suggestive
Fandom: Star Wars
Characters/Pairings: Anakin/Palpatine, Yoda, Obi-Wan
Summary: A drabble and a double drabble with some awkward conversations
Warnings: People talking about sex.
Word Count: 300
Feedback: yes, please!
Author's Note: Anakin/Palpatine is my "trainwreck pairing" I just can't seem to look away. The Yoda and Obi-Wan conversation was inspired by the my ongoing thoughts of Jedi, sex and attatchment, which may turn into an essay, eventually. Or not.
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Disclaimer: George Lucas owns Star Wars. I own a 21-year-old pickup truck. I hope that Mr. Lucas will accept this story as the tribute to his genius it is, and not sue me for what little I have. No infringement is intended, no profit is being made.
Later, Anakin was never sure exactly how many glasses of wine he had, in Palpatine's office; he could never recall how the conversation had turned to the subject of his recent marriage. To Padme.
To sex.
"I'm not saying that it's bad," he heard himself say; "It's actually very enjoyable. Padme's very enth -- enthusa -- she really likes it."
Palpatine took a thoughtful sip of wine, and leaned forward in the seat. "Enthusiasm is commendable," he said, trailing one fingertip along the edge of Anakin's undertunic, and shouln't he be protesting? "But there really is no substitute for skill."
"So, young Kenobi," Yoda said. "What is it that you cannot share with Master Jinn?"
The Padawan studied his boots, blushing furiously.
"No secrets, should we keep from each other," Yoda said. "In secrets, room there is for the Dark Side to grow."
"Yes, Master." He took a deep breath, and plunged in. "Do you ever think of girls?"
"Mmm ... lately, not much. But when young I was ... " He allowed himself a moment's smile, before letting his face grow serious. "Particular girls, are they?"
"Yes, Master," the Padawan admitted. And sometimes when I think of them I -- well, I touch -- " That was as far as he got, before embarrassment choked his voice off.
"Hmm. Two issues, there are here. Attatchments, you must not allow yourself to form."
"So I shouldn't -- "
"If denied, your physical urges are, obsess you they will."
"So it's all right if I -- " He gestured with his hand, realized what he was doing, and blushed even redder.
"Permissible, it is. But allow your thoughts to dwell on the girls, you must not. Experience the thoughts, then release them." He smiled gently. "A form of meditation, it is."
Fandom: Star Wars
Characters/Pairings: Anakin/Palpatine, Yoda, Obi-Wan
Summary: A drabble and a double drabble with some awkward conversations
Warnings: People talking about sex.
Word Count: 300
Feedback: yes, please!
Author's Note: Anakin/Palpatine is my "trainwreck pairing" I just can't seem to look away. The Yoda and Obi-Wan conversation was inspired by the my ongoing thoughts of Jedi, sex and attatchment, which may turn into an essay, eventually. Or not.
My FanFic Masterlist
Disclaimer: George Lucas owns Star Wars. I own a 21-year-old pickup truck. I hope that Mr. Lucas will accept this story as the tribute to his genius it is, and not sue me for what little I have. No infringement is intended, no profit is being made.
Later, Anakin was never sure exactly how many glasses of wine he had, in Palpatine's office; he could never recall how the conversation had turned to the subject of his recent marriage. To Padme.
To sex.
"I'm not saying that it's bad," he heard himself say; "It's actually very enjoyable. Padme's very enth -- enthusa -- she really likes it."
Palpatine took a thoughtful sip of wine, and leaned forward in the seat. "Enthusiasm is commendable," he said, trailing one fingertip along the edge of Anakin's undertunic, and shouln't he be protesting? "But there really is no substitute for skill."
"So, young Kenobi," Yoda said. "What is it that you cannot share with Master Jinn?"
The Padawan studied his boots, blushing furiously.
"No secrets, should we keep from each other," Yoda said. "In secrets, room there is for the Dark Side to grow."
"Yes, Master." He took a deep breath, and plunged in. "Do you ever think of girls?"
"Mmm ... lately, not much. But when young I was ... " He allowed himself a moment's smile, before letting his face grow serious. "Particular girls, are they?"
"Yes, Master," the Padawan admitted. And sometimes when I think of them I -- well, I touch -- " That was as far as he got, before embarrassment choked his voice off.
"Hmm. Two issues, there are here. Attatchments, you must not allow yourself to form."
"So I shouldn't -- "
"If denied, your physical urges are, obsess you they will."
"So it's all right if I -- " He gestured with his hand, realized what he was doing, and blushed even redder.
"Permissible, it is. But allow your thoughts to dwell on the girls, you must not. Experience the thoughts, then release them." He smiled gently. "A form of meditation, it is."