A/N: I'm back! Welcome! Just a pre-warning before you start reading, this story is going to be WAY more explicit than The Boy Next Door. To put it bluntly, there's just going to be a lot more sex. I hope everyone is okay with that.

As to this story, if you haven't read The Boy Next Door, I suggest you do that. I mean, you don't have to, because this story might probably be able to stand alone, but if you want to read how these two beautiful characters got to this point, then feel free. This sequel is probably less angsty than it's predecessor, only because there aren't any dramatic reveals about Anakin's past. But that doesn't mean it won't be any less intense. My aim for this is to explore the fragility of their relationship in a very real and organic way. I honestly hope I do it justice.

This is set 5 months after The Boy Next Door.

So, without further ado, enjoy xx

"Ani! Oh, yes, god, oh!" Each thrust was rough and hard, and Anakin was so deep inside her, hips churning madly as he fucked her with wild abandon, holding nothing back. It had been one month since they had last been together. One month too long, in Padme's opinion, and it had been absolute agony for the both of them. The Skype and phone conversations weren't enough to satisfy the burning need that only the other could quench. So, when Anakin had practically ripped her clothes off her body as she entered his dorm room, thrown her roughly on the bed, aggressively mashing his mouth against her while he fiddled with the condom before surging deep inside her, Padme didn't complain.

How could she, when she had wanted this just as badly; needed to feel the heavy weight of his body against hers, his fingers digging into her hips as he took her, bringing her so close to the edge with each thrust of his hips, his cock dragging deliciously inside her, toeing the line between painful and perfect. It was so good, he felt so, so good, and she tugged at a hunk of his hair to let him know how much she had craved this.

Anakin grunted against the skin of her neck, teeth scraping gently. "You." His hand traced the curve of her waist to grip behind her thigh, hoisting it over his shoulder. The depth of the new position made Padme cry out and she bit her lip, drawing blood, as she tried to keep quiet. Anakin had practically forced his roommate out of the room, but there were still students in the halls and although Anakin had no qualms about public displays of affection, Padme was much more conservative. At least, in public she was. Here with Anakin, she was a completely different woman. Wild, untamed, driven by the desire only he aroused in her. "You like this?" His voice was a rough growl, so gone with lust and Padme shuddered at the sound of it.

She licked her lips, the metallic taste of blood on her tongue, and nodded her head, eyes half-closed in pleasure. "Yeah, Ani." He dragged his lips in a wet path up her neck, reaching the corner of her mouth. He licked at it, teasing, before taking her bottom lip between his teeth and sucking. Padme arched her back as her sensitive nipples chafed against the hot skin of his chest. Anakin took this opportunity to lift her other leg around his shoulders, spearing into her and hitting a spot so wonderful inside her, making Padme's eyelids flutter. She crossed her ankles around his head, driving him harder, deeper inside her, the head of his dick stroking that spot again and again.

"Fuck," Anakin cursed against her lips, opening his eyes and staring at her with such an intensity that she almost couldn't handle it. Eyes hooded with lust, bright, intense, blue, so hungry for her and her alone. She felt herself getting closer and closer to the precipice, dangling dangerously close to the edge and Anakin held her there in sure, powerful thrusts, not letting her reach her release until he was close. "Padme, you feel… so good – so. Just, and I. Fuck." His words were jumbled, as she clenched around him, encouraging his unintelligible babble. He tried, for her sake, to talk, to tell her how she felt, but he just couldn't. Padme liked that, liked hearing him struggle to form coherent sentences as he fucked her into oblivion. It made her feel in charge, even though he was the one setting the pace.

"More. Harder, Ani, harder." He obliged immediately, like always, because even though it had been a month and he knew he wouldn't last much longer, he still gave her everything she wanted, adhered to her every whim. He'd taken both of her hands in his now, pinning them above her head, restraining her from touching him, and it was so hot that Padme felt her climax approaching at rapid speed. He drove her insane and she loved it.

"Close." It came out strained, the muscles in his neck tense and his jaw locked as he fixed his eyes on her, their foreheads together. One hand holding both her wrists, and while still keeping eye contact, he bent lower and sucked hard one of her nipples, biting down on the puckered peak. That was it. Padme was gone, with a shudder and a silent cry of "Ani!" she fell apart around him. The cry of his name was enough for him, and Anakin found his release within seconds of her, strong hips snapping forward in one powerful thrust as he emptied himself, mouthing her name over and over.

Padme watched him come with awe. It was such a beautiful sight to witness, and her heart filled with affection, and even though she was still sensitive from her orgasm, her arousal spiked. Spent, Anakin collapsed on top of her, skin sweaty and hot and he was heavy, but she didn't care, because he was hers and he was finally in her arms again, inside her again, and Padme had never known greater pleasure.

He made to pull out but she gripped his hair, "don't," and slapped him lightly on the shoulder. His chuckle reverberated through her entire body and he buried his nose into the junction between her shoulder and neck.

"I'm going to squash you," he told her, voice muffled under skin.

"I don't care," she retorted, stubbornly. "You feel… god Ani, you feel so good. I've wanted this – waited. So long." It was difficult to speak when she was so short of breath and Anakin's body was crushing her ribs, but she refused to let him pull out. She'd waited for him for so long, an eternity of a month, and now that he was finally inside of her again, she never wanted him to leave.

He laughed again, pressing sweet, wet kisses to her neck, sucking her skin into his mouth, teasing it with the tip of his tongue and his teeth. One of his hands came up to trace the swell of her breast, thumb circling her areola before brushing delicately over her hardened nipple. "I'm going to squash you," he repeated again, his voice light with humour. "And then how am I supposed to tell that to the cops? How I suffocated my girlfriend because she refused to let me pull out?"

Padme chuckled softly and carded her fingers through Anakin's hair. He had such beautiful hair. "It wouldn't be a terrible way to go, really. There are worse ways to die," she said, rough with desire.

At that comment, Anakin shifted so that he was resting above her on his elbows, staring intently into her eyes. They danced with lust and love and complete adoration and she melted. "You're ridiculous."

She pouted, her bottom lip sticking out stubbornly. "It's your fault. You created this monster. You have to deal with the consequences. I can't get enough of you."

Anakin took her lip between his teeth, pulling it gently, before sucking on it, lulling her. Suddenly, he drove himself deeper inside her, surprising her because he wasn't soft, even though he had reached his climax. She gasped and dug her nails into his back, making him clench his teeth and hiss. He was so big and filled her so completely and she had never craved anything as much as Anakin.

"How?" she gasped. "How are you - ?" She hitched her legs around his lean waist, her heels pressing into his ass, forcing him to go deeper.

Anakin grinned, all lusty and sexy above her. "Always for you," he responded simply and Padme moaned into his mouth. The things he did to her. He kept a steady pace, a teasing pace, and normally Padme didn't mind drawing out their release, but she was past that point. She needed him now, and his torturously slow pace was pure agony.

She seized his hair in both hands, dragging his ear down to her needy mouth. Her lips traced the shell of his ear before biting his lobe. "I want to be on top." Anakin groaned, and it was the most erotic sound she had ever heard. With surprising skill, he flipped them over and Padme readjusted herself on top of him, her legs straddling his waist, hands pawing aimlessly at his lean torso as she sank heavily down on him. Needing friction on her clit, she leant forward, her small breasts swaying out from under her, and rocked up and down on him in deep, hard thrusts, swivelling her hips on her way down, overwhelmingly needy. The size of him, and the angle of this position made it hurt as she tried to accommodate him, but in such a good way that she threw her head back, exposing her pale neck. Anakin stroked her exposed skin with his hands, following the curve of her hips, watching her with misty eyes as she bounced on him before he came again, quicker than before, exploding forcefully with a loud moan.

Padme went to touch her clit, when Anakin stopped her hands, eying her seductively. "No." She frowned at him, about to scold him, craving her release so bad, wanting to come so bad, when he merely winked at her and said, low and rough and irresistibly sexy, "Let me."

Padme bit her lip as she watch his long fingers rub furious circles on her swollen clit, flicking and tugging and bringing her delightfully closer. His other hand was suddenly in her hair, forcing her down to his mouth and he thrust his tongue inside. The fall forward made her clit shove against his fingers and her to fall sharply around the length of him and she came, violently, her cries silenced by his dominating mouth. Her entire body shuddered and she slumped down on top of him, exhausted and deliciously spent. She placed trembling kisses to the underside of his jaw, kind of sloppy but also kind of sweet, because there was no way she was moving, stretching her neck up to actually meet his lips.

Anakin stroked her hair lovingly - gentle and soppy and tender. Padme grinned against his skin. He was wild in bed, so passionate and demanding and lost in her that is was the most dangerous ride of her life, and she was merely holding on to him, trusting him, gone for him and the insane pleasure he brought her. But afterwards, when it was just them and their exhausted, sweaty bodies, he was a complete sap. His hands would always end up in her hair, or stroking her skin, like he couldn't get enough of her. Like he couldn't not touch every inch of her.

"Angel," he said, a prelude to nothing, peppering sweet kisses to her hair. She could feel every rise and fall of his chest underneath her as she lay sprawled on top of him, legs in a tangle, Anakin growing soft inside her. It was pure bliss.

"Mmm," she mumbled into his neck, content to stay like that forever, pressed against the infuriatingly beautiful boy underneath her, watching the afternoon sun cast a golden glow over his sticky skin. "You don't have class do you?"

Anakin turned over, taking her hips and rolling her gently off him, laughing when she let out a squeak in protest. The loss of contact made her reach for him, blind and needy, but her searching hands found nothing but empty bed sheets. He was sitting up, the long, naked plane of back exposed to her, much to her delight. She watched the way the light danced across his skin, the way his muscles rippled as he reached for his phone, the way his shoulder blades moved with ease. God, he was so beautiful, and Padme grinned cheekily to herself. He's mine.

"I've got class in fifteen minutes," he replied, reluctance evident in his voice, rough from the aftermath of sex.

Padme frowned and decided to move, taking his broad shoulders in her small hands and dragging him forcefully back down so he was lying next to her. "You're not going," she told him, pouting like a child. Anakin laughed at her, blue eyes gazing at her with such adoration she thought she might burst. She would never get used to the way he looked at her, like she was the only thing that mattered in the world. A hand came up to stroke her cheek, thumb rubbing against her kiss-swollen lips, before it slid down her slender neck, shoulders and came to rest on the dip of her waist.

"I never thought you of all people would encourage me to skip class," he said with a smirk.

"You're not going," she insisted stubbornly. "You're staying right here. In this bed. With me. And we're never leaving. Not ever."

He was grinning and it was adorable and Padme couldn't help but kiss those soft, full lips of his, hitching a leg over his hip and rubbing her foot along the curve of his calf. He was just so kissable. Anakin laughed against her, completely ruining the moment, and she growled in frustration. Typical.

"Is this your way of persuading me to stay?" One eyebrow was raised, taunting her, eyes flashing with amusement.

"Is it working?"

His hands gripped her hips and pulled her flush against him, his soft cock pressing against her thigh, and kissed her, hard and soft at the same time, tongue playing with hers lazily as their lips fused together. She took that as a yes.

When they broke apart, as air supply was still of great importance, much to both their dismay, Padme blinked up at him. "Do you love me, Ani?"

"More than anything," he replied instantly, without even thinking, as though it was the most natural response in the world. It pleased her immensely, and her heart swelled with emotion, but she had a point to make, so she kept her gaze firm.

"Isn't our love more important than anything else?" She was using his own words against him and he smirked, shaking his head at her. One small, slender finger trailed down his chest, teasing his nipple before running down to his navel. Anakin's eyes were dark with lust.

"You really are a politician, twisting my words in your favour."

"Isn't it, though?" she asked again, pressing her chest against him and staring at him intently, knowing that he could never resist her. He was weak when it came to her and she loved exploiting that fact; because he did the same to her every moment he could. It was the way of their love, teasing and light-hearted one moment, passionate and consuming the next, all bound together by an unconditional love for each other that ran deeper than anything Padme had ever known.

"You know it is," he told her with an amused smirk. "But how come it's alright for you to go to class when I visit you, but it's not alright for me?"

Padme grinned slyly, running a pale, slender finger over the elegant curve of his bicep, keeping her eyes fixed on his. Her hand reached his and she laced their fingers together, before slowly drawing his hand towards where she was slick and wet and hot with need for him. Anakin's eyes darkened as he felt how much she wanted him.

"Because right now, I want you Anakin, and you are going to give me what I want." She trembled when she felt his fingers brush against her folds, teasing, gentle and feather light. Her hips rocked forward automatically and she closed her eyes, whimpering. "Please, oh please, Ani. I-I want you now…"

She was being selfish, a trait rarely attributed to the self-righteous Padme Naberrie, but Anakin had awakened this lustful, sensuous woman from the depths of her soul and when she was with him, she wanted nothing else but him.

"Fuck," Anakin groaned darkly, "you're so – "

"Always for you," she teased, sounding desperate rather than flirtatious, but it made Anakin laugh all the same as she repeated his earlier statement.

"Insatiable."

He pressed a kiss to her lips, dragging them down her jaw to tend to her neck. She whimpered when he removed his fingers, making him grin against the valley between her small breasts. "You're cute when you're needy," he told her, hands gripping her hips and pulling her lower body closer to his. His tongue dipped into her navel as he continued his agonising descent towards her dripping sex. Settling comfortably between her legs, he looked back up at her, eyes dark and hungry and swimming with desire. Anakin gripped the back of her knee and kissed the side of it tenderly.

Padme was going crazy. He was avoiding the one area she wanted him to pay attention to, on purpose no doubt, because he enjoyed teasing her and winding her up so tightly that she would fall apart just by a single touch. His lips peppered sweet kisses up the inside of her leg, moving tantalising closer to her throbbing centre.

"Patience, angel," he told her, voice dark and rough with desire only for her. Padme shuddered at the sound of it. Soft lips found the crease between her hip and thigh, and he lingered there for a moment, his nose running over the top of her neatly trimmed pubic hair.

"Anakin, I swear to god…" she whined, pushing her hips up.

He had the nerve to shush her, before suddenly plunging a finger deep inside her, making her cry out and her toes curl. "Cruel," she managed to splutter, fists clenching in his bedsheets and Anakin added another finger, pumping them in and out of her at a slow, torturous pace, curling them and stroking her sensitive walls. Then, just as she thought the pleasure couldn't possibly get better, she felt his mouth on her swollen clit, gently lapping at the tight bud, coaxing her swiftly towards her approaching orgasm. He wrapped his plump lips around her clit and sucked harshly, deliciously and Padme arched her back, pressing herself further onto his eager tongue, coating his face with her arousal.

"Yes, Ani," she praised him, not that he needed any more encouragement, because she knew he would never stop, not until she had completely fallen apart and her body was spent and sated. "More, more, please, don't – " a sob racked through her as he sucked again, and she came violently with a high-pitched squeal. Anakin drank from her hungrily, savouring the taste of her as her thighs twitched from the power of her climax. Once she was limp, he crawled back on top of her, capturing her lips with his own. The taste of her own arousal was on his lips.

"Better?" he grinned against her, nipping her bottom lip with his teeth. She couldn't even respond; she was in complete bliss and the waves of ecstasy washed over her, lulling her into a relaxed state. Eventually, she found her words, muttering, "mmm," because that was all she could manage.

With one final kiss, a chaste one to the tip of her nose, Anakin lay down beside her and spooned against her side, one hand reaching up to cup a small plump breast. "I'm so fucking in love with you," he told her as his nose burrowed into her hair.

"Same," she responded, a gooey smile on her face. She loved how raw he was, how honestly he expressed his feelings for her. "I've missed this, Ani." One of her hands weaved back into his hair, her favourite place to rest her fingers, and massaged his scalp tenderly. "I've missed you."

He grinned. "I could tell."

Padme rolled her eyes. "I'm not just meaning the sex, Anakin," she scolded, playfully, because if she was being honest with herself, she had definitely missed the sex. "I mean just being here. With you. It's…"

Anakin brushed his lips against hers for the briefest moment, and when he pulled away, she chased his mouth, searching for those full lips. "Yeah," he agreed. They didn't need to complete sentences. They had always had a way of communicating in broken phrases, understanding completely what the other was saying without even truly speaking. "But the sex is pretty great, though." There he was, all cocky and arrogant and teasing again and Padme smacked him on the shoulder.

"You're unbelievable," she told him, in complete starry-eyed affection, and he stroked her sides gently, making her skin break out in goose-pimples.

"You love me." It wasn't a question. It was a completely accurate statement of fact. There was not a hint of arrogance to it. He was simply being honest. His honesty was one of the things she loved most about him.

"Yeah," she beamed at him, pulling him by his hair back to her needy mouth. "I love you. So much, Ani. So, so much, it hurts, you know?" She muttered between kisses, hands snaking down his back, feeling his muscles move under her soft fingers.

"I hate it when we're apart," Anakin muttered into her mouth, hands tracing the contours of her waist, adorably possessive. "This is all I want Padme, all I will ever want." He sucked on her neck, biting her, marking her as his, and she didn't care that it would develop into a purplish-red bruise later and she would scold him for making her look like a whore, because it felt way, way too good. She wanted his hunger, his anger, his wild passion; craved it like water to a parched throat.

"You. Me. Us. Together," he hissed between nips and she encouraged him with a rough tug on his blond hair.

"Always, Ani," she whispered. "Always."

He captured her lips once more, devouring her, pouring his complete devotion into her very soul and she drank his passion eagerly from his tongue, massaging it with her own, letting him feel everything. Every emotion that ran through her body at his electrifying touch.

"I don't know how much longer I can do this," he confessed, slumping next to her. His breath was hot against the shell of her ear, almost wet. His strong arms were wrapped around her stomach, fingers digging into her side. "Every time we're back together, it gets harder for me to let you go."

She sighed, turning her head to kiss him on the forehead. "I know." The brief weekend visits were not enough, not nearly enough, for both of them. They both knew it was straining their relationship, pushing it to the limits, but they were far too in love, in too deep, to let it go. It was always worth it, for moments like this, and Padme wished that it could always just be exactly like this. But it couldn't. "I graduate in six months, Ani. Then… then we can figure things out. Together."

He smiled, running his thumb against her bottom lip, freeing it from her teeth. "Together," he agreed. "I won't go to class on one condition," he told her with a sly smirk, hand sliding down her neck to cover one breast again.

"Hmmm, and what's that?" she raised her eyebrows at him. Anakin's conditions were never fair. But she was at that point where she'd agree to anything just to be in his arms.

He grinned cheekily. "You go to a party with me tonight."

She stared at him in disbelief. "Really? A party, Anakin?" she frowned. "I'm too old for college parties. They're just full of wasted eighteen-year-olds having sex in the bushes and throwing up everywhere."

He laughed. "Speaking from experience?"

"I never did such things," she retorted.

"Yeah, you've probably never done anything fun, either," he teased and she scowled at him. "Have you even been to a party before?"

She knew she shouldn't react to his taunts, because he did it all the time. He enjoyed getting a rise out of her. But she couldn't help it. "Yes, I have," she argued.

Anakin raised his eyebrows, propping himself up on one elbow. "You sure they were parties and not poetry recitals?"

"You think I'm boring," she huffed, pouting at him, and he smirked before leaning in and capturing that stuck-out lip between his teeth, pulling on it gently.

"Never," he told her, though by the way he was smirking, she didn't entirely believe him.

She crossed her arms over her chest, turning defiant. "I can be fun, Anakin," she insisted stubbornly. "I'll prove it to you, tonight! I can be wild, if I want." The grin he gave her made her sigh, because, she realised that it was what he was wanting all along and she had fallen for the trap. "You just wanted me to say yes that whole time, didn't you?" she muttered, narrowing her eyes at him. He simply grinned wider and she rolled her eyes. "Why can't you just ask a question like a normal person, Anakin?"

"There's no fun in that," he remarked, gripping her hips and pulling her on top of him so she was sitting on his chest. "Besides, you're stubborn."

"I don't like it when you tease me."

Anakin winked at her. "Yes, you do," he retorted, grinning darkly and she saw the lust evident in his eyes. He drew a finger down between her legs and she squirmed at his touch. "It turns you on."

She groaned in frustration, because he was so right, yet she was so annoyed at her body for betraying her when she was trying to make a point. "You're so – " but before she could get the words out he was hoisting her up and suddenly she sank down on his erection, the force of it taking her voice and breath away.

His hands stroked up and down her belly gently. "Don't worry, angel," he told her. "I'll make it up to you."

There was no chance Anakin was going to class for the rest of the day. Padme would make sure of that.