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Title: A Sith for Valentine's Day
Author: Schmootika (schmootika@yahoo.com )
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Vignette
Characters: Dark Anakin, OFC

Disclaimer: I do not own anything from the Star Wars universe nor do I make any money from my stories. If I did own it, I would have a naked Sith Lord in my bed and not be writing this story!

Summary: Just a little piece that ran around in my head. This is the first of I think a three-parter, but we'll see how long I can handle it!

Lounging around the house on this cold February day, I snuggled under a blanket and settled down to watch one of my favorite movies. As the scenes of Savanna passed on the screen and the slow drawl of its citizens colored the air around me, I felt my eyes start to sag. It had been a very long week and maybe I was due for a little nap. Ana, my little black and white cat, jumped up and settled on my lap, purring happily as she curled around and made her nest.

The move started to heat up and my eyes fluttered. It was not that I hadn't seen " Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil" a thousand times, but I loved to immerse myself in the story. It was just so "deliciously evil". As that line fell from the lead star's lips I found my thoughts turning to another who I knew to be both delicious and evil.

Stroking my sleeping little fur bundle, I leaned back and drifted off to sleep, the melodic sounds of the movie coloring my dreams. I stirred and rolled over, much to Ana's chagrin and she humphed at me as she jumped down. A clatter and a crash woke me up and I sat up straight as an arrow. Ana looked at me as wide eyed as I must have looked at her. Throwing the blankets off, I grabbed the baseball bat beside the front door and crept around the corner.

The smell of chocolate was wafting through the house and I paused to sniff the air. 'A thief that makes hot chocolate?' I thought to myself as I rounded the doorway to the kitchen, the bat held high. An invisible Force ripped the bat from my hands and I gasped. Standing in my kitchen was a Sith Lord clad in black leather. He turned to me and smiled, waving the bat down to the floor.

"That's not a nice way to greet me." His smile was wide and he held out a steaming cup of hot chocolate.

"Sorry, I didn't know you were here." I accepted the cup and kissed him on the cheek, humming as I blew the steam from the top.

He leaned against the counter and his eyes seemed to soak in my frame as I paid him no mind and happily sipped on the hot sweet liquid. Turning to walk out of the kitchen, he placed a hand on my shoulder to stop me.

"I have a few treats for you."

Damn. That smile and the dark twinkle in his eyes could melt even the coldest heart - not that mine was even the slightest bit chilly.

"For me?" I asked, batting my eyes at him.

"Yes, but I need to get things prepared. Go back to the, um, movie, and I will call you when I'm ready." He kissed the top of my head and I giggled as I walked, almost in a daze, back to the living room.

Ana ran over to me and plopped down on my lap, sniffing the cup. The smile on my face could probably be seen from space by that time and my mind was abuzz with ideas of the kind of treats he had in store for me. I heard the click of the CD player and the melodic tunes of Journey echoing from the bedroom. Snickering, I shook my head. Damn that boy, he found another of my guilty pleasures. Wonder what else he could find to make me weak?

I finished the chocolate and placed the cup down on the coffee table, then held my hands up and stretched in the chair, felling the warmth from the hot drink warming my insides. I looked up and saw him leaning against the doorway, clad only in a thin pair of black pants. My eyes lit up and I couldn't help but lick my lips at the sight. He held out his hands and beckoned me to follow him. Who was I to refuse a Sith Lord? Obediently following him, I saw a soft glow coming from the bedroom and gasped when I saw it lit up with what seemed to be hundreds of candles. Various exotic flowers were arranged in cut glass vases of every size and color and placed around the room.

I smiled and winked at him as he spun me around and began to dance with me - a slow sensual dance where our bodies where pressed tightly together. His hands ran up and down my back, finally coming to rest on my hips as he bent down and kissed along my neck. I shuddered as I felt him nip sharply at my shoulders and start to slide my t-shirt up and over my head, but not

completely. I felt the cold durasteel of his right hand gripping the shirt tightly and he snickered as he held it across my eyes. His other hand trailed down my chest and cupped one of my breasts, thumbing at the nipple until it was hardened and aching. I felt him move me backwards and soon found myself tumbling onto the bed.

He pulled the shirt from my eyes and looked down at me. He could do whatever he wanted to me at that time; I was putty in his hands. Winking, he turned from me and reached into a box on the dresser. Standing back at the end of the bed, he smiled at me and knelt on the bed, his legs straddling my hips. I saw a small container in his hands and gave him a questioning look, but he just chuckled and placed one silver finger to my lips.

I flicked my tongue along the cold metal digit and kept my eyes focused on him. I knew his metal appendage had some feeling but was never sure how much. It did seem that he enjoyed it because his eyes darkened and his lips parted as I sucked the finger into my mouth. Pulling it from my mouth, he ran the wet finger down my neck and across my chest, purposefully avoiding my nipples. A large grin curled his lips as I heard the pop of the container and saw him pour a dark brown substance across my chest. It felt cold yet warm and I lost all train of though when he bent down and began to lick it off my breasts.

He took his time, slowly circling around my nipples and making yummy noises as he went. When he was satisfied that I was clean, he made his way up to my lips and kissed me hard, the chocolate taste mingling with his own sweet flavor. I thought I was going to lose my mind at that point, but he was just beginning. I felt his hand of flesh trail down and tug on my panties, ripping them off in a swift movement.

His fingers soon dipped between my legs and I moaned as he played me like a fine instrument. Leaning back, he looked down on me once more, seemingly pleased at the flush tone of my body under his ministrations. I looked over at the container and smiled at him. It was his turn.

He nodded and stood up, then slowly pulled the thin black pants down to reveal his toned muscular legs and the hard proof of his arousal. Sitting up, I grabbed the container and ran my tongue along the top. It was a different flavor of chocolate, one I had never tried before and I just couldn't put my finger on the exact taste.

Moving back onto the bed, I pushed against his chest and he fell onto his back. I had to taste those sweet full lips before moving down to more exotic treats. He pulled me close to him and I felt him slide his hardness against me as his tongue ravished mine. Breaking away from those kiss-reddened lips, I wiggled down his body, loving the groans he allowed to escape from his lips.

Holding the container over his chest, I drizzled it over him and down his stomach. I leaned over and began to run my tongue along the dark lines I had painted on his body, pursing my lips together and suckling. As I moved lower, down across his stomach, I felt him reach down and grab my hair - trying to further my decent. I shook my head and looked up at him, his eyes now heavy lidded and his breathing slightly quickened. Still firmly holding the container, I settled between his legs and poured a pattern across his thighs and, watching his expression closely, down his hard length.

His hips arched up as I pressed my lips to his inner thighs and licked greedily. The chocolate only seemed to make his own unique saltiness that much sweeter and I threw the container onto the floor and grasped his hips with both hands. I felt his metal hand threading in mine and I reached out for him as I continued to savor this special treat. His other hand curled in my hair and I rose up to look into his eyes as I flicked my tongue long the length of his shaft. His breath hitched and soon both of his hands were firmly woven into my hair.

I ran my lips up and down, moaning as I tasted him and heard his groans. His hands tugged harshly on my hair and I engulfed him, licking all around as I slowly bobbed up and down on him. I heard him grunt and he pulled me off him, practically throwing me onto my back. I thought I heard him growl as he covered my body with his own, burying his face in my hair and pulling my hips up to his. He pressed against my wet entrance and I tilted his face to mine, wanting to see his expression as he sank into me.

His mouth lolled open as he thrust his hips forward and sheathed himself inside me. I quivered at the power he possessed and he filled me as no other could ever do. I barely noticed the change in the music but I soon felt him thrusting in time to "Loving, Touching, Squeezing". Wrapping my legs around his waist, I wiggled and met his pace, slowly arching my hips in time with his. As the music started to build to the refrain, he scooted slightly and pounded against my sweet spot sending me over the edge. I screamed out his name as I came with an intensity that I never knew existed.

He slowed his pace and brushed my sweat-slicked hair from my face. His cool metal hand tracing across my trembling lips sent surges through my body like an electrical current. He bit his lower lip and started to increase his pace. Kissing me hard, I felt both of his hands grab my hips tightly and he threw his head back as he grunted and came deep inside me.

Lying on top of me, he traced patterns on my shoulder as we both panted. I ran my hands though his damp hair and he looked up at me and smiled, "So I guess you like chocolate?"

I snickered, "Only when I get to eat it off you."

A big grin came upon his face and he winked at me. "So, do you like caramel?"

"Come with me, I've got something else for you."

His smile damned near took my breath away and that little glimmer in his eyes, well that was really my undoing. Hell, I would have done anything he asked at that point.

He held his hand out to me and I gladly accepted it. Taking me to the kitchen, he lifted me up and sat me down on the counter. Waving open the fridge, he took out a small white tube and grinned at me.

I started to squirm on the counter as I saw him pop open the tube and run his tongue along the top. Damn, I swear he had the longest tongue I'd seen in person and definitely the most talented one I'd encountered. Reaching out, he placed his hand on my thigh and I giggled when he leaned in and traced his tongue up along my neck. I leaned back and allowed him access as he sat the tube on the counter and threaded his hands in my hair.

Pulling me to him, his soft lips brushed against mine before I grabbed his head and thrust my tongue between those sweet lips. I moaned as our tongues caressed each other and he stepped closer, taking his place between my legs. His heated skin felt like pure heaven against mine. Tugging roughly on my hair, my head arched back and he kissed and licked down, stopping only to bite hard at my throbbing pulse. Gasping, I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his waist, trying to pull him to me.

One of his hands trailed down and steadied my hips.

I heard him growl in my mind, *Not yet.*

I poked my bottom lip out and he raised his head, smiling as he sucked it into his mouth and held it between his teeth. I heard a shuffling behind me and saw something flying into his hand. His hands left my hair and he grabbed the tube, squeezing out a caramel colored stuff onto a slice of apple. Smirking, he took one step back and ran his cold metal hand along my inner thigh. My legs shivered at the contact and a moan escaped me as he parted my slick folds, his thumb resting on my clit.

Winking, he bent down and slowly licked up me, just once. He was testing me I guess, or trying to drive me out of my mind. His hand of flesh held the apple slice and he ran it up and down me, the hardness of it making me groan. I felt him slip it inside me and I gasped as he covered me with his mouth and began it eat it out of me. I damned near lost my mind. He was actually devouring me and the slurpy sounds he made almost sent me over the edge. I could feel his lips grasping the apple and tugging it as his tongue traced around it, tracing along inside me. Sucking hard, he drew it all into his mouth and crunched down, raising his head as he did so. He was covered in my juices and as he swallowed, he grabbed me by the hair, pulling me into a rough kiss.

I could taste my own essence mingled with the sweetness of the caramel and the tartness of the apple. He pressed against me and I felt his hard cock rub against my thigh. He looked down and leaned back, grabbing himself with his hand of flesh and looked into my eyes.

Rubbing against my wet entrance, he asked in a voice laced with lust, "Want this?"

I grabbed his hair and pulled him toward me, our noses touching.

"Stupid fuckin' question," I hissed as I squirmed to the end of the counter.

He grunted and rolled his hips forward, plunging into me. I had to hold onto his shoulders as he set up a blistering pace. He had a death grip on my waist and he grunted as his breath stammered in his throat. Extending his arms, he slowed his pace, looking down to see himself slide in and out of me.

Biting my lower lip, I saw him grit his teeth and felt his hands grab hold of my hips, lifting me off the counter. Sliding down his body, he kept himself inside me as he pushed me against the wall, lifting my leg and holding it around his waist. His eyes were dark and his breathing ragged but his body was hot and hard against mine. As his hips moved up, he leaned his head against mine and groaned. I ran my fingers into his hair and pulled his head up as my lips claimed his.

Trusting my tongue in time with his body, I nibbled and bit at his lips. He shook his head and sneered at me then sunk his teeth into the soft flesh at the base of my neck.

I screamed out as the pain drove me over the edge and I shuddered against him; my muscles contracting and my juices running freely. Feeling his tongue licking over the new wound, I sighed and raked my nails along his back. As he threw his head back and moaned, I saw the

long expanse of his neck bared to me and I brushed my lips over it. His fingers dug into the flesh at my hips and I felt him tense as I scraped my teeth along his collarbone. I hummed along his skin and licked the salty sweat from him as he grunted. Sensing he was close, I sucked on his pulse point and let my teeth sink into him. He almost howled at the sensations and I felt him tremble as he came inside me.

We slid down the wall as his legs gave out and collapsed into a sweat pile on the floor. Our panting echoed off the walls of the kitchen as he smiled and took in a deep breath. I brushed the sweat slicked curls from his face and traced along the mark I put on his neck. He pulled me to him and kissed me, more gentle this time, his tongue asking for entrance instead of demanding it. I sat back from him and grinned.

"Wait till you see what I have for you, darlin'."

He cocked his eyebrow and tiled his head as his tongue stuck out slightly. "Does it involve whiskey?"

To be continued...

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