Homecoming
Note: This expands on the A/P story in Obsession #1 from Dark Horse Comics, which takes place approximately five months before the events of ROTS
The Lake Retreat Varykino, Naboo
Padmé held her breath with anticipation, fingering the charm hanging from her neck as the gondola sped toward her like a hawkbat skimming across the moonlit waters.
The boat docked and Padmé rushed forward as she recognized Artoo's silver and blue dome as well as the cloaked figure disembarking the gondola.
She rushed straight into the waiting arms of Anakin Skywalker. They held each other silently for several moments, tears of joy falling from each other's eyes, before Anakin removed his hood.
Even in the moonlight she could see the angry red scar that ran from just below his right eye up to his brow.
"Ani, your face, what happened?" she gasped. Her heart dropped at the idea someone had hurt her husband and she didn't even know about it.
"Don't worry, it's nothing," he reassured her. "But I have incredible news..." Anakin whispered words that made Padmé's spirit soar with joy. "We have ten days all to ourselves."
They embraced, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss. They pressed their bodies tightly together, her hand reaching up to caress his face. His natural hand tangled in her loose curls. Anakin slipped his tongue into her mouth and she stroked it with her own. Their breathing quickened as they kissed harder and rougher.
Artoo's inquisitive beeps and whistles interrupted them. The young lovers parted, Padmé blushing self-consciously. "I'm sorry, Artoo, welcome home." The little droid beeped happily, rocking back and forth. "Come on, let's go inside. I'm sure Threepio will be glad to see you again."
Leaving Artoo to bicker with Threepio inside the grand retreat house, Anakin swept Padmé up into his arms. She squealed with delight and surprise. "I feel like a bride again," she laughed.
"But I'm not the innocent padawan you deflowered that night," he responded with a mischievous grin.
He slung her small form over his shoulder as she half-heartedly protested, "Ani, put me down!"
"Not until we reach our bed," he replied wtih a playful smack on her bottom. He carried her effortlessly to the bedroom that had been their wedding suite in the retreat's tower. The room where they first consummated their love as husband and wife was dark save for the moon and stars visible through the open windows. The warmth of the night air and the scent of blooming flowers outside in the gardens brought renewed memories of that night.
Anakin lay Padmé on the bed. He gestured with his gauntleted hand and his cloak flew off his shoulders. Then he turned his intense blue gaze upon her, his eyes burning with desire. "We have much catching up to do," he said.
"We have all of the time in the world," Padmé said with a seductive smile, pulling him down on top of her for another kiss.