Here's a little one-shot that's been floating around in my head. It's RATED M so if you can't read this, don't. It's been slightly edited, so if you're a returning reader, it may seem a bit different.

Just a little FYI before the story starts:

During the episode Hostage Crisis, there's a scene between Anakin and Padme acting like an actual married couple. They're bickering over their love and devotion to each other, complaining about the rules they have to face because their jedi and senator. Just after Anakin gives his lightsaber to Padme and in the middle of a (heated) kiss, Organa and C3P0 interrupt. This is how I think the meeting would have went had the tv show not been meant for kids.

Of course, I do not own Star Wars. I just like to play in the universe.

The kiss was broken up abruptly.

And it had just started to grow passionate, demanding, needy. His hand had been just about to wrap around the nape of her neck, resting just below her hair line, and her's had been just about to travel up his back, to eventually wind into his thick and curly hair. They had just been on the brink of a gentle war with their mouths, each one desperately trying to one up the other, as another war down below threatened to bloom between their bodies.

Then that voice. That metallic, prattling, accented voice that belonged to the one machine that had caught them in the act many times, and almost many more.

"But, Senator Organa... It just wouldn't be-"

Padme's lips were off Anakin's in a second. As the jedi's face pouted into sexually-muddled expression of dismay, Padme was already commanding him to hide in a hushed voice. The closest thing to both of them was the durasteel desk at their sides, and, as they both seemed to have the same idea, Anakin was hurriedly shuffled into the alcove. The Senator swiftly slipped into the high-backed chair with a regal elegance only the former Queen of Naboo could hold while in such a potentially compromising situation, but when her eyes landed on the cylindrical shape that was Anakin's lightsaber, left carelessy atop the durasteel tabletop, she gasped, rolled the chair forward rather unceremoniously, and grasped the weapon in one hand and pulled it into her lap just as the door was palmed open and in walked the good senator of Alderaan escorted by C3P0.

"I apologize for my abruptness…" Senator Organa began.

"Oh, Senator Organa, how good to see you. What is it?" Padme's queenly facade from her comfortable position on the rolling desk chair made up for the fact that her breath was rushed, surprised, and, if Anakin might add to his bemusement, a tad bit hoarse. A smug smile broke out on the jedi knight's face despite his squatting position in demeaning space between Padme's crossed legs and the desk. Though they were in quite the predicament, Anakin found that his pride and complacency overruled the possible humiliation and embarrassment of having to explain the situation had they been found out.

Anakin had always been the one to push the limits, overstep the boundaries, and (Obi-wan would definitely add) find a way around the rules. This situation was no different. His brain was swimming with the rarity that was arousal, and the young jedi found he could use the current situation, however uncomfortable and awkward, to its full capability.

So Anakin started gently, hesitantly. He wanted to let his hands roam, but he wanted to take his time. The opportunity was too precious to be rushed to the point of being wasted. He knew Padme would be absolutely infuriated with him for compromising both their lives-as-they-know-them and their relationship, but that was part of the fun. And in all honestly, to be dealt with later. He wanted her under his hands. Now.

From the depths of darkness, Anakin fingered the hem of his precious senator's dress, eventually sliding his hands under the silky fabric to let his gloved fingertips graze across her smooth skin and grasp gently at her ankles. Padme's feet were crossed in a complete ladylike way, right foot over the left, ballet flat bobbing in a no way doubtably anxious effort to calm her body down. The position, however, was a complete inconvenience to Anakin.

Above him, Padme's hands slipped from around the lightsaber to grasp at the arm rests of the chair as she was suddenly forced to shift from her comfortable sitting position at the ministrations of her kneeling husband. She glanced down at him, casting him an annoyed, albeit curious look to see what the jedi was up to.

Anakin peered back up at her innocently, eyes wide with an I'm-not-doing-anything-wrong glimmer in the blue irises that was often far from the truth. Casting his wife a sudden brief, wicked grin when her annoyed look turned into a glare, his fingers wound around her ankles and started to slowly travel up her calves.

"Senator Philo has called a meeting in the lobby… Padme?"

The woman in question hummed in response and diverted her attention from her husband to survey the man in front of her. Anakin froze with at the soft padding of Senator Organa's footsteps as moved closer to the desk, no doubt out of concerned friendliness.

"Is everything alright?"

Padme audibly swallowed, and Anakin continued his ministrations up his beloved senator's creamy legs. He felt her tense as she became suddenly aware of the trailing fingers that had carried on with their lethargic grazing over her skin. Force, everything was not alright, Padme's body language intoned. Not with Anakin under her desk, fully aware of what he was doing and when, and definitely not with the feeling that she knew exactly where his fingers were eventually going to stop."Yes. Yes of course, Bail. Everything's fine." She managed to say.

Though seemingly unconvinced, the good Senator of Alderaan accepted the reply and instead continued to prattle on about what originally had brought him into the office. Padme shot another look at her husband, resulting in a quietly snickered response and broken eye contact as Anakin instead focused on the matters that were, quite literally, at hand.

Anakin wished he had Padme's full attention, and that he had been able to see her expression when he slowly removed one black glove, finger by finger. She would have known what was coming, and probably would have shivered in a tense and uneasy way.

Curling his fingers, Anakin let bare fingertips and nails drag softly across the senator's skin. The skin-on-skin contact was delicious- however small- for the both of them. Gooseflesh raised in the wake of his hand, and he detected the suppression of a shudder at the feathery touch. When he hit a particularly sensitive spot behind her knee, he felt her muscles stiffen and breath hitch.

He knew she was ticklish. And she knew he knew. Anakin saw the intake of breath through the subtle shift of her chest. She held it there, surely waiting for the attack of his fingers against the sensitive spot and the beginning of the inevitable fight to remain calm.

Instead, to a visible relief, Anakin moved on. He could get her laughter anytime he chose; right now, he wanted those delicious sounds of unresolved pleasure, muffled and covered up, coming from her throat. The jedi's fingers travelled deeper into the folds of his wife's dress, caressing the warm skin of her thighs.

Cramping sensations in his legs forced Anakin to momentarily stop. Sullenly, he pulled away, shifting his position to a more comfortable kneeling one, before Force-pulling the chair closer to him until Padme's torso was flush against the edge of the desk and he was completely hidden from sight. Above him, his wife had gasped, slipping both hands to the edge of the table to make it seem like she had deliberately moved the chair. Anakin couldn't help but snicker again as he waited for her to settle comfortably.

He moved her skirts aside, draping the blue and purple fabric over her knees so that a good portion of her legs were visible. He once more passed his fingertips over the back of her knees, for good measure, but he didn't linger there, instead choosing to move on to pick up where he left off.

He didn't need to spread her legs for her. She did it on her own. As his fingertips trailed across her inner thighs, Padme, ever the courteous one, widened her position to accommodate his trek. Smiling, Anakin pressed closer so that he was kneeling directly in between her planted feet and against the edge of the chair.

His fingers finally reached their goal, and as he slipped the thin pale fabric of her underwear aside, he could detect her need coming off her in waves. Padme froze at the feeling of her undergarments being shifted for better accommodation and Anakin could sense her fisting her hands upon the tabletop above him. Bail Organa's voice dimmed to a halt, and the jedi could only imagine he was appraising her with a suspicious look. C3P0's whirring gears and slight creaks became the only noise.

"S-Shall I come back? Or let you get your bearings?" Senator Organa finally said. "You can meet us in the lobby when you are… ready." His voice was stoic, albeit a bit cautious.

Padme nodded. Anakin had the sense she was just about to say something else, so on impulse he leaned forward, closing the remaining gap between their bodies, and let his tongue dart out. Padme's startled gasp made her body convulse and thighs tighten against either side of his head. One hand scrabbled from its place on the table and wound into the jedi's locks, holding him in place.

"Y-Yes. Please." Padme stuttered. "If you wouldn't mind."

Anakin's flesh fingers snaked up and joined his mouth at his good senator's sex. While his tongue and teeth found busy work with her clitoris, his fingers delved into her folds -one at first, then slowly joined by another- and started a gradual rhythm pumping in and out of her.

Bail Organa's awkward swallow was audible to the jedi. With a swish of robes, a rattling of metallic footsteps, and a hiss of the door, Anakin safely assumed the two had found their way out. Padme's lithe hand tightened its grip in his hair as her husband grinned against her body. Languidly, he returned to licking and sucking at her core at his leisure.

"A-Ani." She stammered, and her thighs once more shuddered impulsively.

"I was hoping to have finished you before he left." The jedi knight breathed between oral ministrations. While his fingers continued their steady cadence inside her, his mechno danced along the insides of her thighs, tickling her with gentle sensations of cool metal and sending pulses of pleasure that further built her want.

"How long do you think we have?" Anakin asked from his confines, stilling his hands. He pulled back slightly (to his wife's perceptible dismay) and waited patiently for an answer with large, blue, eyes. Padme 'hmmed' in response and let her head fall back against her chair -though out of resignation or content, Anakin didn't know. She took a few minutes to register his question.

"Five. Maybe ten minutes." She replied lazily.

"Good."

It was the only response she got before the full feeling of her husband's fingers inside her were gone and her chair was pushed backwards as contact broke. Sliding out from under the desk and straightening to his full height, the jedi grabbed both her hands and pulled her from the chair -the lightsaber, forgotten, clanged to the floor- and planted a searing kiss on her lips. She tasted herself on him as their tongues fought for dominance and teeth clicked gently across each other. Padme only slightly registered the fact that she was being turned around so that her back was to the desk, so it was a surprise when she suddenly found herself seated on the edge of it. Anakin's hands slipped down to her sides, squeezing her hips slightly and beckoning her to wrap her legs around him.

The dress was rucked up even further -honestly, Naboo's royalty needed simpler clothing- and Padme's underwear where gone in an instant, torn away by Anakin's mechno in a desperation to begin making as much skin to skin contact as possible. As Padme struggled to navigate her husband's robes -which in all honestly needed to be simpler too- she found the laces of his trousers and undid them with nimble-fingered skill. Palming his hardened length, Padme elicited a delicious moan from her husband against her mouth.

Padme removed her hand and instead placed it on his shoulder, finding purchase against the armor and using it to pull her husband ever so closer against her needy body. Anakin picked up her slack, unwillingly removing one hand from her body to guide himself into her folds. He felt her shudder against him, and their kiss grew more desperate, if that was even possible, as Padme's legs curled further around his body to link ankles together behind his back.

He set the pace as they rocked back and forth. Slowly building up, speeding up, to ignite the heated, needy flame between the Jedi and senator. The kiss broke, desperation for oxygen finally overcoming the need for contact, and Padme's head fell back when he hit that one perfect spot, and her hand's tightened into white knuckled fists in his dark robes and her hips bucked forward to meet with his one last time…

Anakin's mouth found haven on his wife's exposed neck and there he nibbled and sucked, encouraging her to go through with the orgasm, that he would be right there with her…

She shuddered against him, burning electricity firing through her body and she shut her eyes, tight. Anakin had to tighten his grip around her body to ensure not only that she didn't fall backwards, but that they both got that last bit of pleasure. When she started constricting around him however, he pushed into her one last time, to the hilt, and gripped her dress fiercely as his own body shuddering as he emptied himself and filled her.

Padme's hands fell from his robes to support her leaning back on the desk. Anakin, spent, let his head fall onto her shoulder as he closed his eyes and breathed deeply. Lifting one hand, the senator gently carded through his damp curls.

"Do you believe me now?" He asked.

Padme let out an amused laugh.

The lightsaber was completely forgotten.

Fin.

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Love, from Jay.