Please Review! I wrote this because Anakin has very few sex scences with Padame. This is what happens when the animators cut to commercial. Enjoy!


Anakin's speeder flew down the highway way to quickly to be legal. Well he didn't care. He was only on Corasant one night before he had to leave his wife again. Padame. His heart started beating faster just at the thought of the beautiful senator. His wife. Oh how he craved her and he forced the speeder to go even faster. The horns faded very quickly but he slowed and curved around one of the high-end residential towers. He parked his speeder on the balcony, grabbing the pizza he had picked up. He really didn't want to eat it. He'd rather do other things. It placed a smirk on his face as he tapped on the glass. The woman on the couch jumped, head turning frantically to the glass. Her expression grew over joyed when she saw who it was. She was on her feet by the door in a second, fingers fumbling with the lock she was so excited. The second the door was open she flung her arms around his neck.

"Anakin," she whispered into his chest.

"I missed you Padame," he holds her at arms length. "I brought pizza," and Padame grins.

"Do you really want to eat?" she asked him and he shook his head.

"Not really," he grinned. Then he swept her off her feet and pressed there lips together. Her lips parted in an o and he took advantage of the opening to slip his tongue into the warm cavern of her mouth. She moaned into him and pressed her hips into his, trying to ease the desperate ache between her legs. She needed him. She wanted him. Her Anakin. Anakin's hands were flicking all over her burning skin, under her swooped back dress. She kissed him now, letting her tongue twine with his . He groaned into her. She smiled against his lips and her courageous fingers pulled his armor over his head. Then his shirt fell to the floor. Padame's lips trailed down his neck, her finger on his rock hard chest. The one benefit of having a Jedi for a husband. He was in perfect physical condition, always. Anakin smirked and pulled her back up to his lips, throwing her dress over her head. She laughed and kissed him again.

"I love you Padame," Anakin said between moans as she felt him through his pants. He had taken his boots off when he had walked in the door. His gloves were thrown carelessly on the floor. Padame opened her mouth to reply but never finished her statement. There was a beeping. And a buzzing. Anakin swore and Padame laughed. She pushed on his chest as he continued to kiss her neck. He bit her, right on the sensitive skin between her neck and shoulder. She shrieked and ended up in giggles. Anakin's com link went off again and he growled against her skin and stood, swearing about persistent Jedi and grabbed his glove. He strode into the bed room which just made him harder because his mind was so filled with imaginings.

"What is it Obi-wan," he growled into the phone. He could hear the surprise in his old master's voice.

"Anakin, what is wrong with your voice?" It must still be rough with lust. Anakin cleared his throat and tried to control his rampant emotions.

"I was asleep, catching up you know?" Anakin resisted the need to cross his fingers.

"We all need to," there was suspicion in his voice, but he seemed to let it go. "Well I called to tell they moved up the date of our next mission. It's tomorrow morning, 0900." Anakin bit his tongue to keep from swearing, again.

"Thanks for the info master," he yawned to add to his debate. "But I'm going back to bed. I'll see to you tomorrow." and he ended the connection. "No where were we Padame…" she smiled at him and put her champagne glass down. All her clothes were on the floor now. Anakin tore out of his own remain clothes. He straddled her waist and planted kisses all the way up her stomach until he reached her lips. His fingers entered her warmth and she moaned.

"Not, on, the, couch," she gasped. Anakin laughed and picked her up bridal style, carrying her to her beautiful bed. He placed her gently on in and debated getting the scarves, but he couldn't take the time. So instead he plunged his fingers back into her. She moaned and squirmed under him as he added more and more fingers, her jucies covering his hand. He bent his head down to lick it all up, massaging her breasts with his free hands.

"Do it Anakin, do it!" She screamed and he laughed into her, flicking her pleasure spot with his tongue, causing her to shudder with happiness. Anakin kissed her passionately. And he thrust into her, going hard and fast right off the bat. His mouth copied the movements of his thin hips, broad shoulders covered by Padame's hands as she clawed at him, breathing difficult. Then he began to slow down and pulled his mouth away. Padame looked desperately into his beautiful sky colored eyes.

"Please Ani," and he answered her call. ?he puleld her up and over. Up and over. It was tortuous pleasure on her body, muscles screaming to be closer to this hard, large, intrusion. Anakin was closer to his climax now, very very close. Padame reached hers and she milked him. He moaned and Padame sighed contentedly. He managed to roll her onto his chest so he wouldn't crush her during the night.

"Ani, Ani, Ani," were her last words before she drifted to sleep. He stared at his beautiful wife's face. How he missed her. How he loved her. Why did he have to be a Jedi knight? Why couldn't he be a normal man? Why did there have to be this bloody war? But his last thoughts before sleep were pure.

"I love you Padame…"

Padame woke to a shout. She bolted upright, looking around. It was Anakin. He rolled over in his sleep, mumbling names. As long as they weren't women's names. But she was kidding herself. She would still love him even if he cheated on her. He struck out again, shouting. His fist was in his light saber grip. She said his name.

"Anakin, Anakin wake up!" and he jerked awake, eyes glassy and unfocused. He turned to her and a relieved smile broke out on his face.

"Your alive," he whispered. And she nodded.

"Still here, still lying about who I love,"

"Who is this man?" Anakin said indignantly as he began to kiss her breasts.

"Well he's tall, dark, strong, and very big," she paused to let out a little moan. "But I never see him. He's always away at war…" she sighed and Anakin came back up to her face.

"Well I'm glad. I wouldn't want him walking in on us,"

"He would kill you! He promised me his light saber you know," Anakin chuckles and moves to start again. But Padame glances out the window and catches a glance of a black sky turning red.

"You need to go Anakin. Today would not be the day to get caught." Anakin sighs, the passion flowing out of him. Through the force he sends Padame all his love. Her eyes widen with the intensity of the feeling. Anakin isn't even in the room any more, dressing and collecting his things. Then he is back, kissing her good bye.

"If I don't come back-"

"NO! I don't even want to hear it. You will come back. And we will be together again. I love you Anakin, now go!" she shooed her hands. "Don't get caught," Anakin opened the balcony door. Then he turned back to her.

"I love you," and then he stepped away.

"Love you too," she whispered, and she knew he didn't hear it.


okay audience :D i dnt know what to do with this. if you would like me to write another scene please say so. i cld do a bj or something. or i cld do an obi-satine. but i wnt do a ventress anyone besides mayb count dooku. or a cad bane anyone. or really ahsoka at this stage... shes like 12. so anyway hav sugestions? please tell me!