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Padmé walked around the refresher lighting candles, her face betraying a smile of hot anticipation with a hint of anxiety. There were many things on her mind as she neared the end of her reign. Which of her projects would she be able to finish and how would the others fare under her successor? Would Sashé win her election? Any time she thought about her own future she couldn’t shake the place that kept coming to mind. Tatooine. Could she really go? How would she make a difference? But today was Sabé’s birthday, and she WOULD put aside those questions for just tonight to make it extra special for her most beloved. What was Sabé going to do after..? Padmé shook her head, NO she would not think about that tonight. She needed this respite too.
Padmé hoped this surprise wasn’t too...well..too anything. It had been a challenge to come up with something that both respected their balance and would delight Sabé. Anything material would feel uncomfortable or childish at best, and dirty at worst..so the gift had to be experiential. Then she was limited by practicality and location. Thinking about how to surprise Sabé had been a welcome distraction when she got overwhelmed with her current ruminations, though it had gotten less pleasant as her birthday approached. Fortunately, Padmé had caught Yané and Sashé enjoying the bath a few weeks ago when she’d been unable to sleep. She figured she could tweak that experience into something her most devoted would like. Plus, the two of them had been so mortified at being caught, that Padmé had been begged into letting them help make sure she didn’t have the same problem. They were all fairly private people, but Padmé and Sabé guarded their privacy much more tightly than the others for obvious reasons. She re-lit her match and finished lighting the remaining candles before she fiddled with the room controls to steam it slightly.
In the main room of the royal suite Sabé nibbled at birthday sweets with her fellow handmaidens, her closest friends. It had been a good birthday. She’d stood and watched, ever vigilant, as Queen Amidala unveiled an incredible new art installation: A walkway lined with dozens of newly commissioned works of art, each created by veterans of the battle of Naboo. She hadn’t been able to inspect them properly -- her focus was always on her queen’s safety -- but what she had seen had been magnificent.
Back at the palace they’d undressed their Queen and had a lovely dinner, one that included a truly indulgent array of Sabé’s favorite foods, a birthday tradition. Always attentive, she noticed that Padmé had been in the refresher for a long, but not troubling amount of time. Yané yawned and Sabé caught Rabé roll her eyes before the wardrobe mistress said
“Eirtaé, can you show me that thing you were painting yesterday?” and dragged her roommate to their room with one last “happy birthday”
No sooner had they left than Sashé echoed the same sentiment, pulling Yane up and mumbling something about how tired they both were. Sabé thanked them, suspicious that something was up, but resigning herself to just go with it. With Yane and Sashe sharing a room permanently now, she and Padmé shared more often too and she was glad tonight was one of those times. Happy birthday to me she thought indulgently as she made her way to the ‘fresher. She knocked on the door, wondering what kind of regalia Queen Amidala might’ve donned as a surprise, but when it hissed open it was only Padmé in a regular bathrobe.
“Happy Birthday” her queen said. Sabé let her lips betray the smallest smile as she surveyed the room. It was hot and steamy which encouraged her to start shedding her clothes and slightly foggy which gave the candles a fantastical glow.
“This is lovely, but we’re not in your bedroom”
“Why my most presumptuous handmaiden, what are you implying?” Padmé teased “I’ve only set up an extra nice place for us to bathe, as we would any night.” she paused “though I HAVE arranged for us not to be interrupted”
Padmé searched Sabé's gaze for a signal of whether her most devoted was game for something a little more risqué outside of their bedroom. Padmé fully intended for this surprise to be sexual, but not unless Sabé gave explicit permission. If they only washed before enjoying each others' company in the tub, she figured that would be a perfectly delightful gift, and then they could retire to the bedroom for her alternative plan.
“How did you manage that?”
“Discretion given is discretion earned”
Sabé smirked, her mind filling in the details. She finished disrobing before shooting Padmé a look that meant she was still considering it. She slipped behind a divider and turned on the shower, wondering if this was a boundary she felt good about crossing. The refresher was a most private place, it was still within the royal suite. But minus a few stolen kisses by the lake, they’d stuck very strictly to an only-in-the-queen’s-bed policy. Sabé would never forgive herself if Queen Amidala’s reign ended with the scandal of Naboo’s beloved queen fucking her handmaiden. The queen’s-bed policy wasn’t their only defense of course, Sabé knew they could abandon the heat of the moment in an instant if a real emergency happened; she had made them practice.
“Join me?” She asked and Padmé followed a few seconds later having shed her robe. They started with simple washing, sudsy hands caressing limbs and curves. Neither nudity nor bathing together had ever felt particularly sexual for them since switches so often involved baring much of themselves while the others dressed them. Communal baths, of course, were a mainstay of Naboo culture.
Padmé reached to undo Sabé’s bun. Her hair tumbled loose for Padmé to card her fingers through. Would Sabé cut her hair when it didn’t need to match hers?
“I love when you do this for me” Padmé said, removing one hand to retrieve shampoo from the motion controlled dispenser. She dipped it back in and began to massage the liquid into Sabé’s scalp as she ran her fingers through her long locks. She drew her fingers through roughly so each drag continued to pull at and massage Sabé’s scalp. She could tell by the subtle scrunching of her lover’s face and the alternating tension and relaxation of her muscles that she was enjoying this. Padmé tried to coax a moan or gasp, hoping to win this game where they teased until one of them gave in, though, as usual, Padmé was the one getting hotter and Sabé made no unintentional sounds.
“Mmm, you’re very good at it too” Sabé praised beneath the water. She let her finish washing her hair before she gave in to the idea of fresher sex with a telltale look. In an instant chaste hands began a more aggressive roam, with one leaving her hair to stroke down her back and the other moving around to cup one of her breasts. Divine entanglement: her skin vibrant under her queen’s touch. Padmé knew exactly how to touch her to make her oh so hot, or maybe any way Padmé could touch her would have this same effect. Still, she betrayed no involuntary movement, no stolen sound. Before she started to shake Sabé pushed Padmé against the wall while slipping a hand behind to cushion and contain her head. She brought their lips together and took control with an aggressive kiss.
Padmé crumpled into the wall. She felt practically feverish from the harsh kisses Sabé laid on and in her mouth, plus the water. She loved the water, but how could she have even guessed at the sheer intensity of lips mashing while streams of it pelted them. She was wet all over and the strange friction of her fingers dragging down Sabé’s back was everything. She moaned and writhed. Her back arched and she gasped when the hand not behind her head pulled at her nipple. This was madness, this was ecstasy. She needed everything right then. As if she’d voiced her need outloud, Sabé’s hand abandoned her breast for her mound, cupping her and teasing her entrance.
“Sabé” Padmé managed to say rather breathlessly “It’s your birthday”
“Mmm, it is, isn’t it?”. Sabé agreed lazily, running her fingers equally so through Padmé’s folds, clenching her own legs together to control her own pulsating center. She reveled in each and every involuntary noise or twitch she coaxed, carefully avoiding her clit so she could tease her queen into an even higher state of arousal.
“And” Padmé panted “I want to..” she huffed “you first”
“I know” Sabé said, “But I’m not sure you could get me off while you’re so...wound up”
“Can I try?” Padmé asked in a breathless version of that shyly sensual voice she always took on when asking for permission. She was still rocking into the hand Sabé had cupping her.
Sabé considered.
“No” she said, low and definitive, smiling wickedly as the denial coaxed a predictable shudder and moan from Padmé.
“it’s MY birthday, and I would like you to cum for me first”.
Sabé resumed her strokes, gently extracting her hand from behind Padmé’s head.
“Wet these for me” she said, holding out a ring and middle finger, which Padmé promptly took in her mouth. She adjusted her posture so she could finger Padmé from above while her elbow anchored her safely to the wall. When Padmé had sufficiently sucked her digits she extracted them and plunged them into her queen and began to pump. She kept her rhythm harsh and jerky at a pace she knew Padmé loved.
“I love how you take my fingers and you feel so good, especially now.” she said, driving Padmé further past the point of no return.
“The water” Padmé managed to say, no longer particularly coherent. But the water added a most aggressive friction to both sets of Sabé’s fingers working her, it hadn’t quite allowed the slick to stick. Padmé was quickly coming undone, the pressure on her clit had gone from tantalizing to downright decadent and whatever those crooked fingers were doing inside her was frankly unprecedented. She bucked her hips as much as Sabé’s pinning arm would allow, and there it was, white hot fire at the edges of her vision. She was rolling, she was flying
“Sabé I’m cuming, I’m cuming: she repeated over and over as it hit her.
“I know, keep cuming, keep cuming” Sabé replied, releasing the hand on Padmé’s clit to better anchor her through the climax and replacing it with her mouth. Suddenly all she wanted to do was suck that sweet achy clit. She held back though, kissing it instead as Padmé came down, moving her anchoring hand again to catch Padmé’s descending chin. She let her kisses get more aggressive until her queen began to shake above her. She enclosed Padmé’ mouth in her anchoring hand and finally sucked. Padmé’s muffled scream of pleasure reverberated into her hand. Happy birthday to me Sabé thought, proud and full of love for her queen.
As Padmé slumped to the floor she was caught by Sabé’s arms and promptly folded into her lap. She pulled both of Sabé’s hands to her mouth, kissing them lightly in turn. She loved those talented hands that undressed her, caressed her, undid her, made her see stars, dressed her for battle and gestured in her mannerisms and..like right now ..stroked her cheek. Sabé’s hands.
“Twice? Sabé, this was supposed to be my surprise for YOU”
“Mmm, well this has been a most delightful birthday present, but if you had something else in mind you shouldn’t have picked a game you couldn’t win” Sabé sassed, pride peaking out only to the most attuned behind her deadpan voice.
“My plans are not so easily foiled. Are you ready for part two?”
Sabé betrayed the smallest gasp when Padmé kissed behind her ear and rose to cut off the shower. She let Padmé pull her up and into a more mutual kiss. She looked into and through her queen’s dark brown eyes. While Padmé obviously (to Sabé anyway) had a lot on her mind lately, Sabé had no interest in prodding; it was her honor and pleasure to serve and support her queen in many ways. Right now that meant letting her take control of this rare moment where she wasn’t focused on the goings on of Naboo and the wider galaxy. Sabé smiled and adjusted her posture to signal. Would you like to be in charge?
Padmé’s heart soared. Sabé always knew, somehow she always knew. Padmé nodded, accepting the silent offer of responsibility. She took one of those precious hands in hers and led Sabé to the bath. It was big enough for Padmé and all her handmaidens to enjoy together, but they’d certainly never done THIS before. Padmé climbed down the ledges into the water, by now perfectly cooled to be hot but not scalding. Sabé followed.
“Kneel here” Padmé said, indicating a lower stair that would leave Sabé submerged up to her belly. “And you can rest your arms here” She indicated the smooth lip of the bath. Padmé strode over to a control panel on the wall and disengaged the remote. She turned on the water jets and smiled at Sabé’s surprised inhale. She positioned herself behind Sabé, wrapping an arm around her and squeezing her breast to anchor Sabé to her chest.
“How’s the water feel?” Padmé asked
“So, so, so good” Sabé huffed under her breath. It felt even better when Padmé’s free hand came around her to open her lips to allow the water to hit her more directly. She rolled her neck as Padmé lay kisses everywhere. Her back, her cheeks, her neck, her shoulders. She took one final second to reach out and assess the room for threats and, finding none said words she knew her queen would melt to hear.
“I’m going to let go, okay?”
“Yes, my birthday girl, let go for me”
Every kiss drove her further, and Padmé’s hands massaging her chest and her lips while the water jets hit her clit was everything. Her eyes bulged and squeezed in turn and she got closer and closer. She shook in Padmé’s arms, under her kisses. Padmé licked behind her ear and she was so close. So close that waves crested all through her body, threatening to crash at any moment.
“You can hold on longer, can’t you? Can I try something?” Padmé asked of her. She only nodded, knowing she couldn’t open her mouth without betraying a moan or a yell. Sabé focused on her breath, fighting back against her release even as she took the jet’s thrashing, just as her queen had asked. She gave a low moan when Padmé’s finger traced her crack from behind. Why did that feel so good? Then Padmé pushed that finger in and wow, that was surprisingly tantalizing. She was coming undone, it was too much
“Padmé” Sabé gasped, starting to lose her fight against her release
“Let go Sabé, let go” Padmé coaxed.
Sabé threw her head back, every muscle in her body clenched. She bit her lip as the waves crashed around and through her, no longer denied. Ecstasy, completion, release.
Padmé held her most beloved through it. It was the greatest gift to be allowed to make Sabé come undone like this, to even witness her giving up the control she always had over even the tiniest movements of her body. She waited for Sabé’s body to tell her when to pull out and released her. She adjusted them then so they could enjoy the bath more traditionally, seated and relaxing. Sabé shook in her arms, trying to catch her breath as she pulled her close. Padmé kissed her forehead, and combed hair away from her sweaty brow. She reached for the remote and pressed a trio of buttons. The jets stopped, but the bath water illuminated gold, matching the dwindling candles. The water’s texture changed too, as gentle magnetic pulses reverberated through it, making the water vibrate to calm their muscles.
“And now for my final act!” Padmé said, missing a beat where she considered the phrase my final act in a more professional setting. She recovered quickly though. “A leisurely soak. I timed everything around the candles, when they burn out, that’s our cue to leave”. Padmé knew Sabé would be able to enjoy this treat more if she wasn’t trying to manage the time.
Sabé caught the pause and extracted herself from Padmé’s embrace, grabbing her hand as she pulled them across the bath so that she ended her journey holding Padmé in her arms instead.
“This is…” She couldn’t quite find the words, and she knew by the way Padmé rested in her arms, and the way she had done so before, that they didn’t need them. Still..
“The best, the very best” she whispered in Padmé’s ear to contented sighs.
They sat like that for a while, enjoying the soothing heat and movement of the water, the glowing flicker of the candles and the intimacy of holding each other. They talked about everything except the end of Queen Amidala’s reign. How far was Padmé hoping to get with the mid rim commerce delegation arriving tomorrow? What might they add to the banquet Padmé was throwing to celebrate a new year for the artist exchange program. They’d send off their own stars in style as they welcomed artisans from the many planets of the Chommell sector. Special dishes and entertainment from the visiting artists’ worlds was obvious. Sabé suggested something collaborative the guests could each add to during the event. Padmé has seen such things done with painting and quilting before, but how to achieve that with artists who worked in so many different media. A problem for tomorrow.
When the candles started to die the two dutifully got up and replaced the remote, turning off the various features of the room. They dried each other off and donned robes for a mad dash to the queen’s bedroom. After all that steam the main room would be cold. They gave twin nods to Sashé and Yané, not asleep but sitting together, sewing and reading respectively in the sitting room, before they made it to the queen's room to roll into bed.
Still nominally in charge, Padmé kissed a signal for can I give you more? And received the nudge that meant only if it’s quick . Padmé knew Sabé would start to feel guilty and irritable if too much of their time was spent where she couldn’t remain ever vigilant. Fortunately Padmé could make Sabé’ cum quite quickly, even though it took a lot more to make her truly come undone. The range was as useful to maintaining their delicate balance as the fact that Padmé got off on being told no. Padmé reached into the bedside table and pulled out a little vibro.
“My backup plan if you didn’t agree to the bath was to tell you exactly how I’d imagine celebrating your birthday if there were no consequences”
“Mm, I like when you have a plan” Sabé smiled up at her as Padmé adjusted to crouch above. She clicked on the vibro and slid it into place.
“Now rock for me while I tell you a story”. Padmé started. Sabé complied, beginning with a slight roll of her hips that rocked the vibro in Padmé’s hands delightfully against her clit.
“I’d dress you in something extravagant and large. With a wide, stiff skirt, and one of those corset tops that makes you sit upright. No bodysuit underneath though”
Sabé let a soft moan escape her lips as she rocked her hips a little faster.
“Mmmhmm, Then I’d seat you on the throne, my queen”
Sabé exhaled and looked into the intoxicating, hooded, much too wicked grin of Padmé Amidala above her.
“and duck under those skirts and vanish beneath you. You’d hold court all day long, and no one would have any idea that I was between your naked legs getting you off whenever we’d like. You could rest your hands in your lap to better direct my head. All the while you’d hold Naboo in your hands, and you’d never let a little thing like me making you cum distract you from doing my bidding would you?”
“No, never” Sabé said as controlled as ever, reaching out a hand to stroke Padmé as if to prove it. Her breaths were coming in sharper now, but she could maintain her cool under any and all circumstances for Padmé.
“Mmmmm” Padmé said, momentarily distracted by Sabé’s talented hand moving through her slick.
“Close your eyes and imagine it, you sitting on my throne, with my head between your legs. You can touch” Padmé ground against Sabé’s hand and flushed. “But don’t let me cum until after you do and don’t open your eyes until you do, ”
Sabé squeezed her eyes shut. She began to thrust her hips up at the vibro in Padmé’s hand as she used her own to stroke her queen toward another release, dutifully imagining herself on the throne.
Padmé marveled form above, entranced with watching Sabés’ face twitch and contort as she worked hard to achieve the climax Padmé had asked for. Padmé pushed the vibro harder into Sabé’s thrusting hips and received a more insistent pattern on her clit to accompany the whine in response. Then “enough, kriff, cumming” was hissed into her ear as Sabé clenched around her. She switched off the vibro to let Sabé ride through it.
“You too, come on, come on” Sabé strained, still clenching around Padmé’ hand in the throes of pleasure. She managed a single additional word, but in Amidala’s voice.
“Padmé”
And at her name, Padmé lost it, rolling into Sabé’s hand in sweet relief, her release following Sabé’s just as she’d asked. How Sabé could have such control she’d never understand, but she would always admire it. Padmé sighed, stowed the toy and flopped down next to her double. In the morning they’d wake and go about their roles as they always did, but wouldn’t do for much longer. Padmé’s mind would be full of questions that didn’t yet have answers. But now was time to rest and appreciate the time they did have.
Padmé kissed between Sabé’s breasts, threw an arm around her middle and lay her head on her chest. I love you, she thought. She didn’t say it though; to speak their love out loud too often was only a reminder of the balance they’d never truly achieve. There were no words and there was no title that could honor how she felt about Sabé and the sacrifices her most beloved made for her.
“Good night, birthday girl”
She closed her eyes, content to be held by her most special person, ready for the next day, if not quite for whatever came next.
“Good night, my queen”
Sabé stroked Padmé’s hair as she fell asleep. I love you, she thought, in a place of utter contentment. Of course Padmé knew. She wrapped her arms around her queen and let herself drift off.