Post Senate Spy II
The Coruscanti doctors assured Anakin and a concerned Captain Typho that Senator Amidala had fully recovered from the poisoning, thanks to Anakin quickly administering the antidote. With that, they left. Typho discreetly dismissed himself to work security outside of the penthouse. The handmaidens had retired to their own apartments across the hall from the penthouse. That left Anakin alone with Threepio in the penthouse's main parlor.
"I think Artoo could use some help backing up the journey logs of our mission," Anakin said, walking toward the bedroom. "If we need anything, we'll let you know." He heard the protocol droid mutter something about how no one still wants his company.
Anakin found Padmé propped up on their bed, wearing a white dressing gown and her hair hanging loose over her shoulders. "How are you feeling?" he asked, sitting beside her on the bed.
With a warm gentle smile, she said, "I'm just fine, Ani." She reached out to caress his cheek. "I'm feeling much, much better." The suggestiveness in her tone was hard to miss.
"We have to report to the Council but it's very late and we both need a rest," Anakin said with a slight smirk as he started removing his armor and gear.
"And we have some unfinished business from the other night," Padmé added. She licked her lips expectantly as Anakin stripped down to his shorts. He initiated their long deep kiss, leaving them both breathless with its fervor.
Anakin lay Padmé down flat on the bed, his hands fumbling for the tie front of her dressing gown. He pulled the garment open, exposing her flawless porcelain skin. Then he wriggled out of his shorts, casually tossing them aside.
Anakin took his time, preferring the gentle sort of lovemaking they'd been denied a few days beforehand. Padmé seemed to relish it as well. He trailed worshipful kisses all over her body, delighting in the knowledge that she was all his. Her skin was warm and her sweet sighs reminded him she was real and alive. There was joy in knowing she loved him and only him.
He cupped her small breasts, enjoying the feel of the soft flesh in his hands. He then rubbed her nipples, making her moan and throw back her head with pleasure. Pleased, he bent down and suckled one breast then the other. She arched her back and whimpered. She started running her fingers through his hair.
"Ani," she gasped as he was teasing her with his lips and tongue, "can we...right now?"
"Of course, milady," he said, gazing into her eyes as he cradled himself into her pelvis. He entered her gently, still looking into her eyes. They were lost in their own universe as they rocked in their unique rhythm. Padmé smiled at him, reaching up to cup his face with her hands.
Anakin felt he could be like this forever, but his instinct urged him to quicken his thrusts. She pulled her legs tightly around him. Her gasps and moans became cries of ecstasy as she neared her climax. She trembled wildly beneath him, crying out his name.
Anakin couldn't hold back any longer and he soon tumbled into release, falling into Padmé's arms and groaning as he released his seed.
They wrapped their arms around each other, kissing deeply. He moved his hands up and down her back, while she held on to his shoulders.
"That was wonderful," she whispered.
"You are wonderful," Anakin said, kissing her on the tip of her nose. They lay quietly holding each other, waiting for the embers of their passion to flare anew.
Th'End