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There is an explanation of how my calendar works in the original 'Flame of Hope if you're curious.
This story takes place after the Onderon arc and before the Younglings arc in 'The Clone Wars' cartoon.
Life Day Revelations
Anakin Worships Padme:
D365/21 BBY, Coruscant, Life Day
Anakin placed the big box of mini cakes on Ahsoka's already laden arms somewhat reluctantly. "Are you sure you can carry all that, Snips? It's a long way to the 501st's barracks."
Ahsoka peered at him over the top of the box, only her eyes, forehead, and montrals visible. "Don't worry about me, Master. This is nothing compared to some of the ridiculous things we had to do training as younglings. I'll be fine." And with that, she twirled away, putting enough bounce in her step to make her back lek sway a little, just to prove that she did, in fact, have the burden under control.
"I'll be back at 5:50," he called to her retreating form. "Don't be late!"
Ahsoka's laughter carried back to him on the wind. "I'm not the one who's going to be late, Skyguy."
Anakin shook his head at her before hopping into his speeder with a hand on the frame. Still just as snippy as the day he met her. But… she was probably right.
Dodging the traffic that wasn't moving nearly fast enough, Anakin sped back to the nearest shopping mall to pick up a present for his wife. It would have been more efficient to purchase her gift when he and Ahsoka were here not even half an hour ago, but not even he could come up with a good enough excuse to stop in a jewellery store that would make any sort of sense.
Parking his speeder in an underground lot, Anakin then took the elevator up to a floor about midway up the mall and aimed for a store he'd frequented before.
Five minutes later, he was back in the elevator with his purchase, since it had already been waiting for him at the customer service desk. He tucked the little black velvet box into a pocket inside his tunic, close to his heart, for safekeeping.
The elevator door opened, and Anakin strode back towards his gleaming blue and yellow speeder. He'd only gone three steps when he hard a slight rustle coming from the garbage bin beside the elevator door. Curious, he turned back around and stared at the big green bin.
It rustled again.
Knowing it was probably just a rat, Anakin decided to investigate anyway, because the Force was kind of pushing him in that direction. Far be it for him to ignore the Force, he thought with a roll of the eyes. Despite being in a hurry, he walked back.
He opened the lid cautiously, ready to leap back if something ugly and beady eyed jumped out at him.
Nothing did.
Yay.
Crinkling his nose up at the smell, he glanced inside the garbage can. A tall caf cup shook against a bag. Reaching in with a grimace, he knocked the lid off and withdrew his hand quickly. When still nothing jumped out, but scratching sounds could be heard, he looked back in the bin. And saw a tiny ball of white fluff with pointy little ears and brilliant gold eyes looking up at him forlornly from inside the caf cup. It meowed pitifully and tried to climb out of the cup but slid back down the slippery interior. Then the ball of white fluff tried to jump, but it pushed off with only one hind foot and just couldn't get a decent leap going.
Anakin's heart melted in sympathy.
"Here, little one. Let me help you," he murmured soothingly. Reaching into the bin again, he tipped the cup over and held his hand out for the tiny tooka to crawl onto his hand. "How did you get stuck in there?" He had a feeling the kitten hadn't done it on its own.
The kitten sniffed his black glove before stepping onto it tentatively. Anakin let the garbage lid close and brought his hand up to eye level, looking the little tooka over as it studied him in return with wide unblinking gold eyes. It tilted its head a little, chirped at him, and then gave him a cat grin before starting to purr loud enough to be mistaken for an adult tooka. If he wasn't looking right at the kitten that fit in his palm easily, Anakin wouldn't have believed the noise it made.
"Glad I meet your approval," Anakin said on a smile. "Come on then. I guess you're coming to Padme's with me," he told the tooka as he made for his speeder once again. "You want to be a Life Day present to the galaxy's sweetest angel?"
The kitten somehow purred louder in apparent approval.
Anakin grinned and nodded at the kitten that smelled like caf. "All right then. But first, I think a quick stop at a vet is in order. Let's see if we can get your leg fixed up before we present you to my wife. And perhaps they'll be kind enough to give you a bath."
He chuckled as the kitten climbed up his arm and settled on his shoulder, purr rumbling like a podracer in his ear. Tiny claws attached to his tunic as Anakin started up the speeder and took off, but the purr never stopped. He grinned at the kitten as he wove through traffic, following the GPS to the nearest emergency small animal vet. It was obviously an animal after his own heart.
Twenty minutes later, Anakin was presented with a clean and patched up tooka by a med droid. "The female kitten has a fractured leg, but it is casted with bacta and should heal fine. Bring her back in two days to get the cast removed."
Anakin handed over a generous credit chip to settle the bill. "Thank you."
"You're welcome, Master Jedi."
Anakin turned to leave with the kitten cuddled to his chest, it's loud purr making itself known once again, but the droid stopped him.
"Pardon me, Sir, but might I inquire as to where you got the tooka?"
Anakin wasn't really sure if it was the droid's business, but he didn't think it would hurt to answer, so he said, "I found her sealed in a caf cup in a garbage can by the mall. Why?"
The hovering droid made a distressed face to the best of its ability. "Oh dear. That is dreadful. I ask because that tooka is microchipped and is an extremely rare and extremely expensive breed of miniature tooka called a Snowtoy. Under normal procedure, I am required to contact the owner, saying that someone found their tooka, but considering the circumstances of where you found it and its condition, I believe it is safe to assume that tooka was abandoned."
Anakin glanced at the kitten that had crawled back up to his shoulder once again, not hindered by the cast on its leg at all, wondering how anyone could abandon such an adorable thing. He'd thought it was just one of the stray wild tookas that were found anywhere the rats could go. Which wasn't usually the upper levels, but it happened. "I would agree with that," he told the droid. "Would you be able to change the tooka's owner in the databanks?" He didn't want Padme to get in trouble in the future for owning a 'stolen' tooka.
The droid nodded. "Yes, Sir. For a Jedi, I can do this. Who do you want the owner listed as?"
Anakin tickled the tooka under the chin with a finger as it continued to purr in his ear. "Senator Padme Amidala, please. This little one is going to be a Life Day present."
"Very good, Master Jedi. Shall I change its name too?"
Anakin raised a brow. "That would probably be wise. Out of curiosity, what is her name right now and how old is she?"
"Her name is listed as Blizzard and she is six months old. If you're wondering, she is approximately half her adult size right now."
Anakin blinked at the kitten. That really was a miniature breed. Fully grown, she would be about the size of his fist when curled up, since she fit in just his palm now. Amazing. Then he cringed at the awful name. It could only be worse if they'd called her Sandstorm. Ugh.
Anakin had wanted to let Padme name her, but he'd already come up with one while he was waiting for her to be fixed, so he said it. "Let's change her name to Allegra. I have a feeling she's very fast when not broken. And even if she's not, her purr sounds like a podracer, so… yep. Allegra."
"Allegra it is. A much more civilized name for a very civilized breed, in my opinion." The droid gave a nod of approval. "Thank you for bringing the tooka to our clinic and I look forward to seeing her again in two days."
Anakin smiled and waved goodbye to the droid as he left the empty reception area. He'd always liked droids. Better than people, more often than not. They were so much easier to talk to.
Leaving the vet clinic, he walked into the conveniently placed pet store right next door and purchased everything he could think of that a kitten could need or want. After that, he was officially broke until his next allotment of allowance, but it was worth it. Obi-Wan or Ahsoka could buy their meals for the next couple of weeks if they were out.
Parking in the guest lot of Padme's luxury apartment building an hour after he said he would be there, Anakin pulled open the collar of his tunic. "Okay, Allegra, I need you to hide for the next little while. Surely you're tired anyway?"
She chirped and then looked down into the space offered, then glanced back up at his face, chirping again.
"It's fine, I promise. Nice and warm and everything," he reassured.
Allegra bumped his jaw with her head and then leapt down before wandering back and forth on top of his belt a couple times until she found a spot she liked against his hip, and then snuggled up against his undershirt with a happy purr.
"Good girl," Anakin praised before picking up the big box of tooka supplies and toys and heading for the elevator. Her purr faded as he walked, and her signature quieted to sleep mode by the time the elevator was halfway up to the top floor. Perfect.
Shifting the box to one arm, Anakin punched in the code to Padme's front door and let himself in. "Threepio," he called as he meandered through the large foyer of the apartment.
The golden droid he'd built from scraps so many years ago charged up to meet him, moving as fast as he could. "Master Ani! You've finally arrived. Mistress Padme was getting worried."
"I know, Threepio. I was held up." He plunked the large box of supplies into the droid's surprised arms. "Take care of this for me, would you? And don't let Padme see it yet."
"Yes, Master Ani," Threepio said as he struggled to hold the box and walk at the same time, looking inside at the contents in befuddlement. "Why do we have tooka food?"
"I'll explain later. Just put the box in the kitchen or something."
"Yes, Master Ani," Threepio said in a resigned tone.
"Where IS Padme?" Anakin called to Threepio's back.
"On the balcony, Master Ani."
"Which balcony, Threepio?" he said with an exasperated roll of the eyes. The apartment had three.
Threepio paused and turned his head back as far as he could manage. "Sorry, Sir. The one off the Master Suite."
"Thank you. Don't interrupt us for the next two hours unless the place is burning down."
Threepio nodded in obeyance. "Understood."
They parted ways as they took different hallways. Anakin made quick work of the trip to the Master Suite, passing doors to guest quarters and refreshers. He tossed one glove on the giant bed he shared with his wife whenever he could manage it as he passed it and opened the sliding glass door to the balcony.
Padme was leaning on the railing on her crossed arms, watching the traffic fly by in the distance, her red dress fluttering in the breeze and giving teasing glimpses of her form as it moulded to her. Strands of her rich brown hair floated around her shoulders and swayed against her lower back. She looked beautiful.
But she always looked beautiful to him. She was his angel.
Anakin walked up behind her on silent feet and wrapped his arms around her middle and bent over her small form to kiss her cheek. "Sorry I'm late, angel. Something came up," he said quickly before she could scold him.
Padme sighed and turned around in his arms, looking up into his soft azure blue eyes and just couldn't be mad at him anymore, even though she had been thinking along those lines not even a minute ago. "You're always getting distracted by something, Ani," she said with a rueful shake of her head as she reached up and brushed a golden curl off his forehead, whispering her fingertip over his skin and across the top of the scar over his eye. He was just so handsome and he had mastered the big puppy eyed look long ago.
Anakin shrugged apologetically and ran caressing hands up and down her back. His lips quirked up in a lopsided grin. "You know me; can't do anything right." He picked her up by the waist and placed her lovely round backside on the railing, putting them a little closer to being the same height. "Let me make it up to you, sweetheart."
Padme's arms wrapped around his neck as she hummed in acquiescence as he cupped her jaw with his left hand and pressed soft, loving kisses to her other cheek and made for her mouth. He would never tire of the privilege of being able to touch her, love her. Never.
Padme captured his lips with hers when he was taking too long. She so rarely got him all to herself, his loyalties keeping him going in ten different directions at once, that sometimes she got a little impatient for that first kiss. And just like always, the thrill of kissing him was enough to get her heart pounding in moments.
She tangled her fingers in his curls, loving how he was letting them grow out longer than he used to. Maybe she'd even talk him into letting his curls grow down past his shoulders like Master Qui-Gon's had been. She imagined he would look incredibly dashing with long hair; kind of like a pirate, with the scar, the metal arm, and the laser sword already included. She pulled away for a moment and looked at him with heavy lidded eyes, her lips red and glistening from his kisses. "There are a few things you do right, Ani, and kissing is most definitely one of them."
Anakin smiled in pleasure at the compliment. "I always do my best to please my Lady." His thumb stroked along her cheekbone, loving the blush he'd brought to the surface of her pampered skin. "You're my angel, my Queen, my heart, my everything." He dipped back down and pressed his mouth to hers again before she could respond.
Anakin's gloved hand clenched around a handful of her waist length hair as his tongue delved into her mouth and explored her depths and sweet taste before entangling with hers. His other hand travelled down her neck, her side, brushing the side of her breast on the way by, dipped into the valley of her waist before rounding over her hip and then continuing down the sleek length of her leg. He found the hem of her skirt eventually and then travelled back up the silky skin of her calf and thigh, gathering the skirt on his forearm.
His fingers came to a stop when he didn't encounter any underwear. Heart suddenly pounding in excitement, he pulled back and raised a brow at her, "Were you perchance anticipating my arrival, my love?"
Padme gave a secretive smile. "Perhaps. Or perhaps I just felt like skipping that item of clothing when I chose this dress. Or maybe I got tired of waiting for you and already took care of my needs on my own." Her smile widened as his breath audibly caught and his pupils dilated. She removed her hands from his hair and stroked them down her torso slowly and seductively as he watched. "I'll let you decide which option you like best." She moved her hands to his chest and trailed one downwards until it rested on the massive bulge in his trousers, only vaguely hidden by the long hemline of his tunic. She leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "Which one turns you on more, Ani?"
Anakin sucked in air after forgetting to breathe for a minute or so. "Oh, Force, Padme. Any of them. All of them. You're so sexy when you talk like that." He collapsed to his knees in front of her and pushed her skirt up a little higher, placing both of his hands on her thighs to hold her steady on her narrow perch. He gazed at her glistening folds in awe and anticipation of her delectable taste as she opened her thighs a little wider for him. Turning his eyes back up to hers, he looked at her rather seriously. "No matter what option you actually did, I promise I'm going to make this gift worth your while."
Padme's chocolate brown eyes glittered back as her hands returned to his hair. "I'm counting on it, my gorgeous Knight." She tugged on his curls lightly to move him closer, her core already throbbing in anticipation of his ministrations.
She closed her eyes and moaned quietly as his mouth found her center of desire and proceeded to drive her out of her mind with pleasure. He kissed her, licked her, nipped her clit, thrust his tongue into her, and then did it all over again and again until she was strung so tightly she had to let go of his hair before she tore the precious dark gold locks out by the roots.
Instead, her hands moved to her breasts and squeezed while she bit her bottom lip to keep from screaming as the building orgasm finally ripped through her.
Anakin gave her a final lick, enjoying her juices, as his eyes moved upwards to watch her face as she came, her head thrown back in ecstasy, and her teeth abusing her bottom lip in the hottest possible way. He smiled to himself as he licked his lips and then used his synthleather gloved hand to surreptitiously wipe his face while her eyes were still closed.
At the same time, Allegra chose that moment to wake up and started crawling around under his tunic. Anakin automatically put his other hand over her to hide her, which was a mistake, because Padme had been relying on his hold on her to keep her balance on the railing as she leaned backwards.
Padme's eyes flew open as she felt herself falling and her hands reached for Anakin. His quick reflexes caught her calf with one hand and her arm with the other and they stared at each other in shock for a moment.
"Kriff, that was close," Anakin breathed. "I'm so sorry." He swept her light weight up into his arms and hugged her high against her chest, burying his face in her neck and feeling like a first class sleemo.
Padme's arms went around his broad shoulders and she started giggling.
He looked at her in surprise, thinking she would blame him for the near accident (not that she would have fallen far before he caught her with the Force, but she should never have lost her balance in the first place), but she was laughing.
Padme cupped his face in her hands. "It's okay, Ani. I'm sure you didn't mean to drop me."
He shook his head as much as her hands would allow. "No. Never." He lowered his face to hers and kissed her sweetly and then a little desperately. "I love you, Padme."
She stroked her fingers along his jawline, feeling the tiny stubble that was trying to appear, and smiled, her eyes shining into his. "I love you too, Ani. And I wouldn't be opposed if we continued where you left off."
Anakin sucked in a breath at the invitation in her eyes and nodded abruptly. "Right. I can definitely do that." He strode back into the bedroom, where it was much safer and way more comfortable, closing the door with a flick of his fingers behind him.
He set her on the bed gently, her red dress contrasting brilliantly against the blue and white bedding.
Allegra started crawling around inside his tunic again and meowed.
Padme focused on his tunic. "Anakin. WHAT is in your shirt?"
Anakin grinned at her as he undid his belt with one hand and stuck his other under the tunic and emerged with a tiny white thing sitting on his palm. "THIS is one of your Life Day presents, my beautiful wife." He tossed his belt, lightsabre included, onto a chair with a casual flick of his hand and presented the tiny tooka to Padme as she sat up and got on her knees to better see as curiosity radiated from her. "Meet Allegra, you're new tooka."
Padme held out her hands and the kitten eagerly trundled over to her cupped palms and chirped at her with a grin. Padme held her up close to her face and studied the little kitten, taking in the snow white fur, the big gold eyes, the cute pointy ears, and the cast on her leg. "She's adorable, Ani. Thank you. I love her already. But where did you get her? I'm pretty sure this is a Snowtoy tooka and that they're almost impossible to find." She held the kitten up to her cheek and Allegra licked her in affection before starting up a rather loud purr, which made Padme giggle.
Anakin was feeling rather proud of himself and thankful he'd listened to the Force. He grinned happily as he shucked his tunic, palming Padme's other present from the pocket, and tossed it on the chair as well. His undershirt was pulled over his head as well in the next instant. "She IS a Snowtoy tooka. I found her in a garbage can, believe it or not. She's why I was late. I had to get her leg fixed and I bought a bantha load of stuff for her. Threepio has it."
Padme shook her head at her now shirtless husband in disbelief. "That's awful and you're amazing, Ani." She leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his cheek.
Anakin blushed. "It was nothing. I knew she was meant for you as soon as I saw her." After toeing off his boots, he crawled on the bed beside her and knelt on his knees as well. "I got you something else as well, but I'm afraid it pales in comparison to Allegra."
Padme put the kitten down on her thigh. "I'm sure it's wonderful too, whatever it is."
Allegra scampered off, bouncing eagerly over the bedding, exploring her new world.
Distracted, they watched her for a couple of minutes with rapt expressions, getting a little worried when she disappeared over the edge of the bed on the far side, but breathing identical sighs of relief when she appeared again, bolting around the room on three legs, only to stop and sniff something before taking off again. "That has to be the cutest animal ever born," Anakin observed before he remembered his other present. "Here, sweetheart."
He held out the small velvet box and Padme took it with baited breath as she opened it. "Oh, Ani, they're lovely."
"You like them?" he said anxiously. "I wasn't sure about it when I got the idea, but it stuck, so I had them made for you."
Padme took one of the two matching hair combs out of the box to admire more closely. The gold combs were shaped like the japor snippet necklace he'd given her so many years ago and encrusted with the word 'angel' in flawless white crystals. "I love them, Anakin. They're perfect. And I can wear them in formal settings. It will be so nice to wear something of yours for everyone to see, even if they can't know who gave them to me." She put the comb back in the box and reached over to place it on the night table beside the bed.
Opening a drawer, she pulled out Anakin's present and handed him the long, skinny box wrapped in gold paper to him. "For you, my beloved husband."
Anakin tore off the paper eagerly and opened the box. Flipping the tissue paper out of the way, he gasped at the long elbow length gloves inside. The black leather looked to be of the highest quality that he could never possibly afford on his allowance. They also had built in vambraces for his wrists and forearms, holding them rigid in their box, but looking just like the leather, so it was camouflaged armour and would save him a step when he suited up for war. "Oh wow. Padme, they're brilliant."
"I noticed your gloves were looking a little worn," she said by way of explanation. She watched eagerly as he tugged off the glove covering his black and gold mechanical hand and forearm, noticing the worn spots where he gripped his lightsabre were even more pronounced in the fingers, and then pulled on the new glove. They beamed at each other at the perfect fit, and then he pulled on the second glove as well, flexing his fingers experimentally.
"They're wonderful, Padme. So soft and supple. I can hardly feel them. Thank you." He pulled the one off his left hand and tossed it and his two old gloves in the box before dropping it down to the floor. He then tipped her chin up with his fingers and kissed her slow and thorough before meeting her eyes again. "You always get me the best presents. I don't know what I did to deserve you."
Padme caressed his face in return. "Just being you is enough, Anakin. Don't you know how special you are?"
Anakin scoffed. "I believe you're the only one who thinks that, except for maybe Palpatine. Everyone else is always scolding me for being too reckless or stupid or hot-headed." He sighed and flopped down onto his back, linking his hands behind his head and staring up at the ceiling. "I don't even know why I try to please them so much sometimes."
"Because you're such an inherently good person, Ani. That's why." Padme said, eyes drawn to his chest that was literally rock hard with muscles and didn't have an ounce of fat anywhere. She'd gotten to watch him fill out and mature into a man in the prime of his life over the last couple years, and she had to admit, he was particularly drool worthy now. She'd married an incredibly cute boy, but the war had turned him into a mature warrior through and through. Any misgivings she might have harboured about her decision to trust in his love had been blown away long ago, even if she didn't get to see him anywhere near enough.
And speaking of… Padme grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled the entire long length of silky fabric off over her head, leaving her quite naked. Anakin had been spot on earlier when he said she was anticipating his arrival and had dressed accordingly.
Anakin's eyes were drawn by her movement, and just like that, his arousal returned in an instant. She was so little but so sweetly curved at the same time. She stole his breath, and his heart, and his brain cells every time he saw her unclothed. And clothed too, for that matter. A more perfect woman had never been formed, as far as he was concerned.
All thoughts flew from his mind except the one that insisted he needed to touch her and bury himself in her as soon as possible. His hands reached for her as he whispered, "Angel," in utter adoration. He pulled her over him, hands running up and down her slender torso as her cloud of hair settled around her. "Force, you're beautiful."
Padme smiled beatifically, wriggling against his erection as she ran her hands over his chest and abs, shoulders and upper arms, in return. "You're pretty beautiful yourself, my warrior Jedi."
Anakin raised his gloved hand and wiggled his mechanical fingers. "Even though I'm not all real anymore?"
She grabbed the hand and pressed it against her cheek. "This is still you, Ani. We've had this discussion before. You know you don't have to wear the glove if you don't want to. I don't mind. I think the mechanical arm you made yourself is a beautiful piece of workmanship. It's just as much you as everything else."
He sighed as he ran his gloved fingers through her long hair. "But then I couldn't do this or all your hair would get stuck in the joints. And it's cold and hard. You deserve to be touched only by gentle things."
Padme leaned forward and hugged him, pressing her cheek to his pec. "Oh, Ani. You're so sweet. If only the galaxy knew their fearless hero was just a big teddy bear at heart. Albeit not a very cuddly one," she added as an afterthought.
Anakin grabbed her shoulders and lifted her enough so he could look in her eyes. "Hey! I'm cuddly. I love to cuddle you." He didn't mind when Ahsoka curled into his side either, when they were sitting together. He couldn't say he'd ever cuddled with Obi-Wan, but they'd definitely done some huddling for warmth in the past and affectionate man hugs were quite common.
Padme grinned as she traced her fingers over the lines of muscles. "I was talking about how hard your body is, Ani."
A slow smile spread across his face. "I can get fat if you want. Then I'll be properly cuddly in all the ways that count."
Padme giggled at the image of a rotund Anakin waddling around the battlefields and scores of battle droids dropping dead from laughter as he sliced off their heads while they were distracted by making fun of his chubby form. "You know, I think that could work for you. Everyone would underestimate your prowess."
He chuckled as he came up with a similar image. "I think I'll pass. Something tells me you like my form the way it is." This statement was supported by the fact that she was still tracing patterns over his chest with a finger, and if he wasn't mistaken, she'd just written 'mine'. He really liked that thought. He wished he could tell the entire galaxy that he belonged to her.
One day. One day he would.
Padme shrugged slightly, a teasing light in her eyes. "It has its advantages." She pressed a kiss to one of his little nipples before licking it and then breathing on it. And poof, just like that, it was standing in a tiny point. She treated his other nipple to the same, happy with her work as he shivered in delight. "I do love looking at you, for example. I love how strong you are and how you make me feel like I weigh absolutely nothing, for another."
Anakin demonstrated his strength by picking her up and holding her above him. "That's because you do weigh nothing, my tiny wife. My clothes and armour weigh more than you."
Padme snorted at that exaggeration, since he didn't actually wear all that much armour. Not like the clones who were covered in it. She wished he would.
A flash of white caught his eye, making him realize he didn't want an audience, even if the kitten wouldn't understand what it might see. He placed Padme on the bed beside him on her back and pressed a quick kiss to her smiling mouth. "Don't move."
"Yes, Master," she said with a giggle and a roll of the eyes and watched as he scooped the kitten up off the bed where it had climbed back up to, kissed its head, and then strode out of the room, his voice calling for Threepio. He returned a minute later, shut the door with enthusiasm, shucked his trousers and undershorts, and then dived across the room and landed in a crouch poised over her. Padme's breath caught in arousal at the sexy move.
Anakin smiled like a tooka who'd just caught its prey. "Now, my angel, the kitten is being pampered by Threepio and we have a whole bed all to ourselves. What shall we do with it?"
Padme's hands skated down his back as her toe ran up the back of his calf and her other leg twined around his. "I haven't the foggiest idea, darling. You'll have to come up with something all on your own."
Anakin grinned as he lowered himself in the first half of a push up and kissed her very slow and thorough. "I think I can come up with a few ideas."
He proceeded to demonstrate said ideas by worshipping every inch of her skin with his mouth and hands from her forehead down, both front and back.
By the time he actually pressed into her some eternity of over stimulated bliss later, Padme was already hanging on the edge of her third climax of the day. Having his wonderfully large cock bury itself in her to the hilt shoved her over and she came on a strangled scream into his kiss.
She looked up at his fiercely concentrating face when she was able to open her eyes again and held on to him for dear life as he thrust into her over and over again, slowly but surely going harder and faster. His stamina was phenomenal and he was demonstrating it as he loved her for what felt like hours.
She dug her nails into her back as it was all starting to feel like just that little bit too much. "Stars, Anakin. Come already," she panted.
His eyes met hers as gripped her hips and thrust into her harder yet. "Not until you do, my love."
"Forrrrccccceee," she moaned, closing her eyes in capitulation and let herself get lost in the sensations again. His mouth latched onto her breast and his hand spread over her stomach, thumb finding her clit and rubbing it just right.
Padme gasped and clenched her limbs around him as her body gave in to the stimulation and came again, stronger than ever.
Anakin drowned himself in her radiating pleasure and let it trigger his long suppressed release, coming deep inside her in long spurts. "Padme," he groaned into her chest, essentially curled over her in protection and supplication. They really did own each other, heart, body, and soul.
After he finally caught his breath, he rolled onto his side, taking her with him, and wrapped himself around her form. His chin rested on the top of her silky hair as they breathed together in the aftermath.
Padme listened to the steady thumping of his heart as she held him in return with her arms wrapped around his back; the after loving cuddles one of her favourite things to do. "I wish everyday was like this," she said quietly.
Anakin sighed under her ear. "So do I. And one day, hopefully sooner than later, it will be. Once this war is done, we can move to Naboo and start that family we've always wanted. I might even get fat," he ended on a teasing note.
Padme laughed wistfully. "I'll take you however I can get you, but somehow I doubt you'll ever get fat. You have way too much energy to ever succumb to such an affliction."
Anakin grinned as he kissed the top of her head. "Too true. For example, I could love you all over again right now if I had the time." He sighed again at the injustice of it all. "What time is it anyway?"
Padme looked at the chronometer over his shoulder. "5:40."
Anakin gasped as he flung himself off the bed and started throwing on his clothes in record time. "Kriffing hell. I'm supposed to pick up Ahsoka in ten minutes!"
Padme laughed and propped her head up via her fist and watched him dress, "Always late. I think it's your curse."
Anakin rolled his eyes at her as he pulled on the matching brand new glove and scooped up the old ones and the box off the floor. He bounded towards the door, changed his mind, bounded back, tipped her chin up with a finger and kissed her fast and deep for half a minute. Meeting her eyes after, he said, "Force knows how much I love you. I wish I could stay forever."
Then with a light smack on her hip, he took off again. Padme smiled sadly as she hugged a pillow to her chest and pulled the corner of the blanket over herself to capture some of his leftover warmth. "I love you too, Ani," she said to the air.
