I've had this in the works for a while now but I've been going back and forth between all my other stories so much it is hard to keep updates consistent. I am super excited to actually write this though! I have most of it already planned out and several chapters already written. Now it is just about putting the pieces together and filling in the blanks! Also if anyone has suggestions for a better title, I'm all ears.

Happy reading!

-DFD

Chapter 1

Thirty. It was hard to believe she was now thirty years old. When she had turned twenty, thirty had seemed so far away and only when she turned twenty-nine did she realize how close it really was. Thirty. It just didn't seem real and yet the small pile of cards with the number '30' printed in bright colors seemed to support the fact that she was now thirty. In a way, this was not what she expected when she turned thirty. She hadn't expected to be sitting here in a bar with four of her closest friends and Anakin. She had hoped that by now she would at least be married or have a child or two; but with everything that had happened the first year she got back with Anakin, she is just glad to still have him.

Picking up one of the last two gifts, she reads the card from Dorme that makes an obvious jab at her age again, narrowing her eyes at the woman, who simply smiles into her drink. Padme swallows, recognizing that smile from anywhere. It means whatever is in the small box is not something she wants to hold up for the world to see, it also means the gift isn't just for her. Looking down at the box, she lifts the lid just enough to peek inside before closing it and thanking Dorme while pushing it to the side and quickly moving on to the last one.

This one didn't have a card, but as she had already opened gifts from Bail, Ben, Satine and Dorme, it only left Anakin. The small box was held shut only by a blue ribbon tied in a bow. Pulling the ribbon off, she lifts the lid and gasps. Reaching inside, she picks up a familiar silver chain she never thought she'd see again. She can feel Anakin rubbing her arm as she pulls it out of the box, her other hand coming to cup the small piece of wood hanging off the chain.

"I found it a while ago," He explained, "I was just waiting for the right time to return it to you."

Her fingers trace over the swirled patterns carved into the surface before lifting the chain over her head and letting the piece fall to rest between her breasts. Looking up at Anakin, she brings her hand to cup his cheek, pulling him down and kissing him deeply, "Thank you." She murmurs as they pull apart, "It's perfect." He smiles down at her and kisses her again, his hand coming to trace her cheek.

Ben Clears his throat, pulling their attention away from each other. Over the two years they had been together, they had all but gotten rid of any embarrassment from showing their affection for one another. Ben raised his glass high and the others followed suit as well, "Happy Birthday, Padme," He said as the others echoed the words as well. Padme smiled and gave her thanks to them once again as they clanked glasses. Now that the festivities sounding her were done, she was glad when Bail asked Satine about the emergency operation she had that had pushed his colonoscopy to tomorrow.

Anakin's arm was still around her shoulders as the conversation drifted away from them for the moment. Brining his head closer to hers, he brought his lips close to her ear, "What did Dorme get you?" He whispered, she could tell he had a smile on his face just from the way he said it.

Smiling herself she turned her head to meet his gaze, "You'll find out tonight." She said, bringing her index finger to trace the collar of his grey t-shirt. She could feel his shaky exhale, as he took a quick glance at his watch.

"Lets go home now." He said, "It's already after nine."

Padme laughed, unsurprised by his reaction. He was insatiable and his need for her was unwavering. In a way that knowledge made this birthday a lot easier. Had she been single, she probably would have felt more like an old spinster than a woman loved and desired. "Patience." She said, "It'd be rude if we just left." Anakin opened his mouth to retort but was cut off when Satine asked her about the patient who came in earlier with a crushed spine. Padme turned her attention back to the rest of the group, happy to explain what happened while she rested her hand on Anakin's leg, a promise for later. The action quelled him for the moment, but she knew they might not end up getting much sleep tonight. The thought brought a smile to her lips and sent excited heat between her legs. This birthday was turning out better than she thought it would.

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Her back slammed into the door of their apartment as Anakin pressed his lips firmly to hers. One of his hands was pressed against the door next to her head while his other hand fumbled with the keys. She had one hand wrapped tightly in his hair, keeping his head in place while the other held the bag with her gifts. At the sound of the click from the lock disengaging, her hand fell onto the knob to open it. Without the door holding her up anymore, the two of them stumbled inside before he quickly kicked the door shut and she threw the bag onto the floor. They kept their lips locked together a moment longer before Padme pushed his head away, her fingers tracing the stubble on his jaw. "I'l be right back." She said, pulling away from his embrace and sifting through the bag and retrieving the gift Dorme had gotten her and disappearing into the bathroom.

On the other side of the bathroom door, she could hear Anakin's heavy footfalls as he went into the bedroom. Opening the box, she pulls out the thin lace black teddy Dorme bought her. Padme smiled as she imagined the look she'd get when he sees this. Slipping out of her clothes, she pulls the teddy on. It hugs her figure nicely, accentuating the curves of her hips and the swell of her breasts. Taking a moment to look herself over, she reminds herself to thank Dorme when she has the chance before opening the door to enter the bedroom.

Just as she expected, Anakin was seated on the side of the bed, his shirt already on the floor by the door. The moment his eyes land on her, she waits as his eyes take in the sight of her. Padme smiles when his eyes meet hers, unable to hide his appreciation of Dorme's gift. "You're so beautiful," He says with a genuine smile on his face.

Padme slowly steps towards him, placing her hands just above his belt and running her hands up his body, feeling how the firm muscle twitches under her touch. Sliding her hands over his shoulders and around the back of his neck, she feels his hands pull her body flush against him, the bulge in his jeans pressed firmly against her hips, "I'm glad you think so" She says, ghosting a kiss over his lips. He leans closer in an attempt to deepen the kiss, but fails as she pulls back. Pushing down on his shoulders, she encourages him to sit back down on the edge of the bed. His eyes follow hers as she slowly moves to straddle his waist, his hands falling to her hips to steady her as she lowers herself. Padme gasps as she feels him against her. Repeating the action pulls a groan from his lips as the grip on her hips tightens, "God, Padme…" He says, his voice strained as he shifts to grind against her.

She smiles, bringing her lips to his neck, nipping at the skin lightly just the way she knows he likes it. Her right hand trails down the ridges of his torso, until it reaches his belt. Tugging at the leather strap and buckle, she pulls it open before fiddling with the button and zipper. Taking a hand off her hip, he lifts his own to aid her in pulling off the jeans, letting out a grunt as she palms him through his boxers. Smiling against his neck, she wraps her fingers around him, pulling and twisting as she dragged her hand to the head. The sounds he made sent a wave of arousal between her legs as his breathe tickled the hair on her feels his hands on her back as they make their way up to her shoulders. Gripping the straps, he pulls them down just enough for her breasts to pop out. With one fluid motion, he flips them over, crawling over her body, pressing a tender kiss to the top of her breast before flicking his tongue over her nipple and sucking it into his mouth. "Ani… Oh, yes," Padme's arms wrap around his head, keeping him pressed to her chest as he suckles on the hardened nub. Spreading her legs, she presses up, grinding against his groin. His sharp intake of breath accompanied by the way his hips seek hers, pulls a soft sigh from her lips as she bites into her bottom lip. She wants him. She wants him now. As nice as teasing and foreplay is, and as much as she enjoys it, she needs more right now.

Pushing at his shoulders, he releases her breast with a wet pop, his eyes meeting hers, as if trying to determine what she wants. It takes only a moment for a smirk to cross his lips and his hands to fist in the material of her teddy, pulling it down and off of her body, letting it fall forgotten to the floor. Sitting up, Padme cups his cheek, bringing his face to hers as she kisses him hungerly, his hands run up and down her sides, sending shivers in their wake. Her hand finds the waistband of his boxers, pulling it down just enough so his member springs free. Pulling back from the kiss, she focused on his face as she slowly pumped him. His eyes were closed, lips parted and his shoulders shook from the pleasure she gave him. After a few minutes, his eyes opened and he placed his hand over hers on his cock, pulling it away from him. Padme shifted to settle on the pillow while he reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out a condom. Ripping the foil with his teeth, he rolled it on, his eyes never leaving hers as he gave himself one final pump before settling over her again.

Padme rested her hands on his strong biceps while he reached between them to position himself. At the feel of him rubbing against her folds, she shifted to get more friction while his cock slid along her opening. Her lips parted in a moan as he brushed against her clit before he pulled back and aligned himself with her. With a single hard thrust, he entered her, his head falling to her shoulder while her legs wrapped around his waist. They fall into a quick lust filled rhythm, the sound of the bed creaking accompanied by the sound of their grunts and moans and the slap of flesh as they seek the bliss they can only get from each other.

"You're so…So tight…" Anakin grunted into her neck, "I can't…can't get enough."

Her hand fist in his hair as he whispers to her how good she feels to him, his words make her walls clench tightly around him as he brings her closer and closer to the edge, "Oh, Anakin… Love you… I love you so much. Don't stop. Don't ever stop." Pressing her hips up to his, she moans as he brushes against her clit. She's so close. And she knows he is too. His pace picks up as his cock inside her twitches until he is too far gone. Padme closes her eyes tight and squeezes her legs around his waist as she comes, moaning his name loudly. With one hard thrust, he is quick to follow, her walls milking every drop out of him until he is a heap of muscle over her.

Padme rubs her arms over his back for several moments, relishing the post-sex bliss of still being connected to him. She loved these moments. She could feel his heart pumping against her chest, the slickness of their skin, and every inch of their bodies overly sensitive. After a moment, Anakin is able to recover enough to pull out of her and dispose of the condom into the trash bin right next to the bed before rolling over onto his back, pulling her to follow him. Tucked into the crook of his arm, she smiles as she places a languid kiss to his chest, "I have to say, this was by far the best birthday gift." She said, a light blush on her cheeks.

The rumble of his laughter shook her as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to her brow, "Happy birthday, Angel." He said, pulling the covers over them, allowing the exhaustion to take hold. As much as he wished he could treat her to a second round, they both knew he had to be up bright and early the next day. He had something very important to do.