A Sudden Fantasy
It was never easy pretending. Pretending that the radiant beauty just mere feet away from him was nothing more than a long-time trusted ally, at most a personal friend. That he had no knowledge of the intimate details of the young Senator's life. Or how her lips tasted, the subtle curves of her small body, how she favored sleeping on her side, or the way her cheeks turned bright red when he satisfied her in bed. That he'd move the universe for her. The holoactors could never match Anakin Skywalker's performance of keeping his love for Senator Padmé Amidala secret even while in her presence. Nor could they match hers.
As his beloved continued to listen patiently to the fellow Senators discussing the conflicts, Anakin surreptitiously admired the way Padmé's royal purple silken gown played off her coloring, the graceful curve of her neck. Without meaning to, his imagination drifted toward a fantasy where he was kissing and nibbling at her neck, hearing her soft gasps of pleasure.
Bored and frustrated by the endless prattling of the politicians, he surrendered to his daydreams. He'd had Padmé pressed up against the edge of her desk, which stood beyond where she was sitting. Every inch of him was pressed against her and his hands held on to her tiny wrists.
"Oh, Ani," she gasped as he kissed her jawline, then her face. He pushed aside piles of flimsiplast and other items, then he lay her back on the desk. She pulled him down to kiss her.
When they broke for air, Anakin traced his gauntleted finger across her lips and down her throat. "Have you cancelled all your appointments for the afternoon?" he asked her with a teasing smile. She laughed, then she pulled him down for another kiss.
His gloved hand reached beneath her skirts, caressing her bare thigh. He tugged down her undergarment and continued to explore her with his gloved hand. Padmé bit her lip down and stifled a moan. Anakin grinned; he loved driving her mad like this. He used his natural hand for more intimate caresses until he was certain Padmé was ready for him. He rocked back on his heels just long enough to unfasten his trousers, then he hurriedly plunged himself into her.
Anakin shifted his legs, relieved his robes covered any physical evidence of his fantasies. He could see in his mind's eye himself deep in wild copulation with his beloved on that desk, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist as they came precariously close to the edge...
"I think then we may adjourn," Padmé said with a sweet, polite smile. She stood, then Anakin and the other Senators rose to their feet. "Until the next time, Your Graces," she said with bow of her head.
Anakin bowed his head and as he turned to leave with the others, Padmé said, "Jedi Skywalker, I was wondering if you would care to remain. I haven't seen you in a while and I'd like very much to do some catching up, if you don't mind."
Anakin caught a knowing look in her eye and the hint of a smile on her lips.
"I'd be honored, Milady."