Title: The First Time

Author: ChorusGirl/HeKilledYounglings

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A secret wedding.

The newlyweds? A powerful young queen from Naboo and a young Jedi Padawan learner.

She wore a white lace covering over her head and a white dress. Her new husband wore black and dark brown. His shiny new prosthetic arm gleamed in the sunlight. He caressed her face.

A cleric on Naboo performed the secret wedding.

He kissed his wife. Thinking, how he desperate he was to carry her off to their suite. A feeling that could only be described as desire intermingled with nervous excitement. When the ceremony was over the cleric bade them goodbye, having sensed the broom's eagerness to be alone with his wife.

"Shoo!" Anakin said, without looking over his shoulders at the two droids that accompanied them. His eyes were locked on her face.

He was leering again and Padme didn't like it. He had the look of someone who could – if possible, devour her whole... like a jelly filled bread bun. Yes, that awful leering reminded her of when he was first assigned by the chancellor to protect her. That day, she was busy packing her luggage – and he, was busy complaining about his Master Obi Wan Kenobi.

She called him Ani.

He announced he wasn't Little Ani anymore... but a man. He stood before her... tall and ever present... peering down at her from crystal clear blue eyes. At that moment, the attraction between them was palatable. Like waves of energy volleying back and forth between them. He was seducing her. But Padme couldn't allow it. She was his superior and he was studying to become a Jedi Knight. It was dangerous.

"Don't look at me like that!" she snapped.

She was angry. Angry at herself because she knew, deep within her heart that she was already trapped... locked under his spell, slipping over an event horizon like a wave of light and crushed to singularity only days later after finally admitting that she loved him too. As hard as she tried not to she did. Then again, she always loved him. But this time, she loved him differently than when she cared for him those ten years ago when he was just a little boy and she, a very young lady.

Strangely it felt as though the tables had turned and he felt older than her and not the other way around.

The two droids, Threepio and Artoo Detoo stood beside them on the veranda, the sun gleaming against Threepios platinum colored plates. Slowly, the newlyweds slipped inside, leaving their droid companions behind and walked to the honeymoon suite.

There, Anakin shed his cloak, leaving it on the floor close to where they stood. Padme trembled... just a little. It was probably the beat of her heart thumping wildly in her chest.

Anakin held his thumb beneath her chin, tilting her face upward.

"I'm scared too," he whispered.

He might have sensed her feelings. It was impossible to hide anything from him.

Anakin leaned in, his hand still holding her face. But Padme's arm shot out and grabbed the flesh wrist on his left hand. It seemed as though she were pushing him away. The truth was, she grabbed him,hoping to pull him closer. Anakin shivered from the touch. He slid behind her, bringing his lips to the nape of her neck, his hands reaching around to cup her breasts. She felt the hardness of his erection through the thin fabric of her gown. His hand slid the dress she wore up her legs.

Padme turned, to draw him into a passionate kiss, when suddenly, the comlink Anakin wore on his belt begin to buzz. He let out a frustrated growl as his hands dropped.

"I have to take this," he said, in answer to her unasked question.

Padme clung to the sleeve of his shirt, waiting tenatively for the session to continue.

"Yes, Master," he spoke into the comlink... "I'm wanted by the council?"

Padme released a panicked sigh.

"But-" he began to object. The warbling on the other end came through the line forcefully enough for Padme to hear.

Obi Wan Kenobi.

"Yes, Master..." Anakin finished.

He severed the connection.

"I'm wanted on Coruscant."

"But you're not well..." Padme said, touching his arm. "What could they want with you now?"

"My sword arm... I'm wanted for physical therapy. They want to know if my arm is good enough to..." he stopped, sensing her dread.

"To fight again?" Padme asked him sadly.

Anakin turned. "If we're going to be married..."

"We are married," Padme corrected.

"You'll have to come to terms with my career. I'm a Jedi. Disputes happen."

"If you fail the physical examination..."

"I won't."

"We can be together. We won't be forced to live a lie. You could retire without shame. You fought honorably and was injured."

"Retire?" he asked, as though she spoke complete and utter nonsense. "This is what I want to do Padme. Would you like if I asked you to leave the palace? To leave politics altogether?"

"I couldn't, there's too much at stake right now!"

"Then you understand my dilemma," Anakin finished. "The Republic is in trouble."

Padme drew close to her husband, resting her open palm on the side of his flustered face. He looked down, not looking at her now.

"I worry about you Anakin... that you're doing too much. Maybe getting married was wrong... maybe this is a sign."

His eyes rose to meet her face.

"Now that I have you," he said, almost desperately... "I'm never letting go. I love you, Padme."

"They're taking you away from me on our wedding night."

"Don't worry my love," he soothed.

He stalked past her and grabbed his dark brown cloak from the floor.

"I won't be long."

As Padme stared after him and the door closed, she let out a relieved sigh. Like a man on death row issued a reprieve. As much as she wanted her husband there with her on their wedding night, she was also very nervous. This was Ani. He was a man now, and not only a man, but her husband!

It finally hit her.

She sat on the edge of the bed and bit her fingers nervously.