Coming Home
Coming home to Padmé made the carnage of the battlefield and deep space worthwhile.
The praise and accolades he received as a hero were pleasing enough, but they could never compare with the sweetness of her kiss. The thrill of battle paled next to the heat of lovers reunited once more. They moved into the bedchamber, closing the door behind them.
He breathed in the gentle scent of her soft skin, and his hands became reacquainted with the nuances of her body. He trembled at her touch on his own bare skin. Languid moments spent pleasuring one another would have to wait for later. They missed each other too much.
He sat on the bed and pulled one of her slim legs around his waist as he helped her straddle him. He always enjoyed making love this way. He loved holding her close, being able to touch her almost anywhere, feeling her long curls brushing his shoulders and chest, looking into her tearing eyes. He could feel her pleasure in the Force and when he knew she was close to the brink, he rolled her onto her back. He could hear her ecstatic cries as he came close to his own release. He collapsed into Padmé's arms, exhausted but overjoyed. She kissed him on the cheek and neck, murmuring, "I love you, Ani. I love you so much."
Only that simple gesture mattered.