Title: A Dream? (1/?)
Author: Lady Maul (Lady_Maul@telia.com)
Category: PWP
Rating: R
Archive: Sith Chicks. Others, if you like it, take it! Just drop me a
note so I know where it ends up! Thanks!
Disclaimer: I've just borrowed "Mr. Horny" for awhile... He belongs to
Lucas.
Feedback: Please? I neeeeeed feedback!
Summary: Just a dream, or...?
Note: The storyteller's native language is *not* English.
Based on a dream I had last year... *s*
/thoughts/
Part I
I was totally, utterly bored, and couldn't fall asleep.
I turned around in my bed again, so I could look at my Maul poster.
/You know you're hot, don't you./ As usual he didn't answer.
My notebook looked quite inviting. /Maybe I should continue to write
on my fanfic? Nah. I'm too tired to think in English./
I looked out through my balcony door. The stars were shining like
jewels in the sky. A decision were made. I rose up out my bed, grabbed
my cloak and pulled it around me. I opened the door and stepped out on
the balcony. It was chilly, and I pulled the hood over my head.
My elbows rested on the railing and my chin in my hands. I looked up
at the stars. /I wonder if one of them is called Iridonia, or
Coruscant?/
"You can't see Coruscant's sun from here," a dark velvet voice
whispered in my ear. "It's too far away."
Before I could turn around, two strong, black clad arms were around my
waist, and a warm body was pressed against my back. I tried to scream.
A gloved hand covered my mouth.
"Schhh. Don't."
My mind were racing. /How the hell did he get up here?!?/ I glanced
down at the ground, four floors below. Something didn't look right,
and I looked at the football ground at the other side of the footpath.
Between the trees I could barely make out the shape of a dark ship. /A
ship?!?/
"Yes, my very own ship, the 'Infiltrator'," the man whispered.
I recalled what he first had said. /Coruscant! The 'Infiltrator'! This
can't be true! I must be dreaming!/
"No, you're not dreaming. This, is reality," he purred and nibbled at
my earlobe.
I couldn't think anymore. Only one option were left. I fainted.
****
Part II
/By all gods, why did I have to faint?!?/
I lied in my bed, feeling frustrated. /It's still dark outside. Why
couldn't I have dreamed just a little bit more?/ I put my arm over my
eyes, and tried to relax.
---
Warm lips. Against my lips. /I must be dreaming again. This time I
will not wake up, though./
"You don't have to wake up," the lips whispered against mine,
"because
you're not dreaming."
I opened my eyes and found myself staring into a pair of glowing eyes,
just a few inches from mine. This time though, I threw my arms around
his neck, and pulled him to me for a kiss. His lips tasted delicious.
/No way I'm going to ruin it this time!/, I thought and forced his
lips apart so I could enter his mouth with my tongue. His surprise at
my move quickly faded away, and he grabbed my wrists and held them
above my head.
He just held me like that, and stared into my eyes. I don't know how
long time passes, but suddenly I felt my night cloaths being pulled
off me. They landed in a heap beside my bed.
My wrists were released, and he took a step away from me. From beneath
his cloak he took out a pair of binders, a whip with a handle shaped
like a cock, and a bottle of lubrication.
"Rise," Maul said. Obediently I did as he said. "Undress
me."
I almost couldn't believe my ears! I was going to undress the most
beautiful man in the universe!
Slowly I began the task I had been given.
First I unhooked his cloak. Carefully I let it fell off his strong
shoulders. /No weapon?/ My fingers let his belt follow his cloak to
the floor, and his robe hang loosely around his waist. Would I dare to
continue?
"Do it," he said with a husky voice.
No one disobeys Maul's orders and lives.
Gently I pushed his robe aside to reveal his tight black tunic. As
carefully as I could, I caressed his robe off his broad shoulders.
Such strong arms! Black as the darkest night. Damn! Did he look sexy!
I almost couldn't make my fingers obey me. They trembled like crazy.
Finally I managed to undo all of the small buttons in his tunic. It
opened to display a well-muscled chest. Black, with a few well-placed
red tattoos. /Oh. My. Goodness./ I could feel myself respond to his
strong sex appeal.
The next piece of cloath would be even more difficult. /Does he have
any underwear? If so, how does they look like?/ But first the boots
had to go. They slid off easily. Now...
"Do it."
His voice had a hard edge to it, and I quickly obeyed by kneeling in
front of him and placing my fingers inside the waistband. Something
stirred in front of my eyes. I absently licked my lips. Slowly I
pulled his pants down.
Beneath them he had minimal underwear. Only a piece of black cloth
holding his cock in place. Oh, how I longed after to feel it inside of
me! He stepped out of the pants, and I threw them on the pile of
cloaths. Next to go were his underwear.
I tucked my fingers inside the band and gently pushed it down over the
bulge. /Oh. My..../ It looked delicious! I wanted to taste it then and
there. But... i let the thought disappear from my mind, and pulled his
underwear the rest of the way off. It was when I was going to place
them with the other cloaths, that I noticed that they were string.
****
~ 5/27/00 ~