Because of You Chapter 1: Because of You, a star wars fanfic

Title: Because of You
Author: May/Juvie
Rating: M
Summary: Anakin Skywalker is finally married with the woman he loves… or is he? An obsession comes between two lovers who know they're not meant to be together. Starts off as AnakinAbbé but will be AnakinPadmé.
Disclaimer: I made all this up. Copyright© of George Lucas. Song by Ne-Yo.

Chapter I

Want to, but I can't help it
I love the way it feels,
It's got me stuck between my fantasy and what is real
I need it when I want it, I want it when I don't
Tell myself I'll stop everyday, knowing that I won't.

I got a problem and I don't know what to do about it
Even if I did, I don't know if I would quit but I doubt it
I'm taken by the thought of it, and I know this much is true
Baby, you have become my addiction, I'm so strung out on you
I can barely move but I like it.

Anakin Skywalker quickly walked through the streets of Corusant, running his long graceful fingers through his blonde hair. What did I do? What did I do? What in sith's hell did I just do!? His mind echoed furiously. He had cheated on the woman who is his one and only wife with that girl… again! And… he liked it, a lot. He loved his wife, don't get him wrong but ever since she arrived… his mind has been doing things that he would have never imagined doing. His wife, Abbé, had never had this effect on him. Abbé never made him tremble the way she would say his name, at least the way Padmé say it.

Padmé.

That name was so intoxicating. Her long brown locks that he would love to twirl his fingers around, her lips so full that made him want her even more. The way she would do all these simple little gestures made his heart leap into his throat. When he would make love to his wife, never compared the way he makes love to Padmé. Padmé was something more than Abbé. Of course, the last time he had even touched his wife was on their last date; which was only a few days ago and that he couldn't handle. He thought having sex with Padmé was something… amazing. Like something clicked between them when they became one. With Abbé, it was awfully boring but as long as Anakin held Padmé's beautifully angelic features and soft skin… he would make it through the night without being considered boring. The only thing he imagined with Abbé was Padmé. As much as he tried forgetting about the woman… he couldn't. It only seemed to want her more. Like a drug death stick had consumed his soul but the only thing that faltered that she wasn't death and she certainly consumed his body… and soul. Did she even love Anakin? Did he even love Abbé or… is he already in love with Padmé?

This thought made his head hurt only more. Is it possible? That he would have wild, exciting, vigorous sex with Padmé and still have feelings for her? He loved the way she felt and how she would sound. He almost didn't know what consumed him to cheat on his wife before her but he guessed that it was the exciting thought that she was a forbidden fruit, waiting to be tasted and be filled and he loved being his bad self when he wanted to. He would hardly call her a friend and he would have to kill himself to think that she was a whore, which she wasn't. Anakin abruptly stopped walking as a treacherous thought filled his mind. No… is Padmé seeing other men? It's more likely. Seeing that I'm married and she's single. Has she been doing those wonderful things to random people? His stomach lurched, his heart clenched and he forgot to breathe.

And it's all because of you
And it's all because…
Never get enough,
She's the sweetest drug.

Padmé Amidala stood on her balcony, watching as the speeders and flyers went by. She leaned against a huge boulder between the veranda and crossed her arms. She looked down at her Japor Snippet her lover had just given her a few hours ago. She smiled as she replayed their lovemaking marathon in her mind and sighed blissfully. But her thoughts were soon vanished when a certain wife came to mind. She knew she shouldn't be bitter towards the woman but she just couldn't stand her and she knew Anakin couldn't either. Abbé's shrill and demanding voice haunted her dreams and woken her slumber many times before. She didn't know why and how Anakin saw in that woman. All Abbé does is demand, demand and demands. Ever since she became wife of The Hero with No Fear, she had been treated like a queen and it made her sick. Stupid spoiled brat. She heaved a sigh and automatically consumed a headache.

Stop thinking like this… it's not you. Padmé sighed and reluctantly let go of the though and her mind was filled with Anakin Skywalker. She showed a ghostly smile and tried to imagine a life without sneaking, Abbé, lies and his fame. But quickly frowned to see it was impossible to imagine. Even if Anakin decided to leave Abbé… the sneaking will only form into publicity gossip, Abbé will always be there to remind her that he was once hers, the lies will only get bigger and his fame… will only increase. A tear slid down her cheek as she knew that she will never have him as her own forever. Her only concern now was how Anakin was going to leave Abbé? Or does he want to leave her? What if he thinks differently in the morning? He doesn't even know this child is going to exist. How is he going to be with his wife and mother of his child? All this nonsense made her dizzy to no end.

A heavy knock startled her as her unpleasant thoughts escaped from her.

Think of it every second
I can't get nothing done,
Only concern is the next time, I'm gonna get me some
Know I should stay away from, cause it's no good for me
I try and try but my obsession wont let me leave

Padmé hurried to the door and opened it. Familiar lips crashed upon hers the moment she saw him. Her heart accelerated and she slipped her arms around his neck. Anakin wounded his arms around her waist as he unsuccessfully tried to close the door. Padmé smiled amusingly against his lips at his failure and kicked the door shut. Anakin chuckled and with his free hand, he caressed her cheek lovingly. A move so bold, Padmé had never felt him do such a reaction, only seems to him more. Mostly during the sex, he would occasionally rip out her favorite clothing and ravish her as if he were some animal and now he just wanted to take his time. Padmé didn't know what it was, since he was there a few hours ago, but she very much liked it a lot. Anakin outlined her lips with tongue, pleading entrance. Padmé automatically allowed him in and moaned, rushing all the blood to his groin. Anakin broke the kiss with a pop that echoed the room. He lightly feathered his mouth across hers and closed his eyes.

Padmé smiled gently and kissed him once more. Anakin groaned and deepened the kiss. He picked her up and luckily found his way in her bed chamber. Anakin laid Padmé gently on the bed and then cuddled next to her. As he held her in his arms, he gently smothered her with kisses. As his lips moved against hers, his fingers moved slowly to the buttons on her blouse. He gently tugged at each button before removing her nightgown top completely. Padmé marveled as he gazed at her. It was as if he were seeing her for the first time. She shivered slightly as he rained kisses over her shoulders. She gasped when his tongue flicked gently over her skin and his fingers caressed her arms so lightly that it felt like they were weightless. Goosebumps rose over her skin as his hands slid along her sides and he gently he kissed her chest following the outline of her bra, and then he kissed her lips. He smiled, his face covered with that 'lost little boy' look she so loved as if asking permission to remove her silk brassiere. She lifted herself slightly from the bed, giving him easier access to the closure.

Padmé stretched her arms above her head as Anakin slipped the bra off easily. At first he just stared at her. "My gods, you're beautiful." He breathed. Those words still caused her to blush even after all the times they had been together. Padmé had always thought she was nothing special, but Anakin had a way of making her feel like some Nubian goddess. His hands touched one breast and then the other, first tenderly cupping them and then gently ever so gently caressing them. Anakin always treated her as if she were a fragile piece of art that would break if mishandled. He leaned close, first giving a lick, then a kiss and finally delicately sucking on each breast.

Padmé sighed and rolled her eyes back. "Why am I the one that's topless?"

Anakin sat up, getting a moan of displeasure from Padmé. "Because," He returned kissing her breasts. "You're the one with the gorgeous chest." He answered with a toothy smile.

She put her arms around him as she kissed his lips. "That's just your opinion. I'm kind of partial to yours." Then one small hand began unbuttoning his shirt. After removing it, she once again pulled him tightly to her. The feeling of flesh against flesh sent shivers throughout both their bodies. She guided him to a laying position and then began kissing his chest as he had hers. He involuntarily jerked when she, after a time lightly nibbled on his nipple. They held each other tightly once again as they kissed and then rolled over. His fingers caught the hem of her skirt and pulled it down. After removing her panties, Anakin turned over briefly; long enough to remove his pants and boxers. Their clothing now removed, he was once again kissing and caressing her. She gasped with pleasure as his hands slowly worked their way up her thighs, teasingly caressing her legs. Each stroke brought him closer and closer to her most sensitive area. Padmé moaned as the tide of pleasure enveloped her body. Unexpectedly he slid off the bed and to his knees. He gently pulled her to the side of the bed.

She realized what was imminent. Padmé stared at the ceiling and grasped the pillow in anticipation as Anakin put his hands on her inner thighs and spread them apart. She jerked as his tongue first touched her. Pleasure shot through her body as he used his mouth on her in every conceivable way. He swirled his tongue around her clit until she almost jerked off the bed. Padmé bit her lip in pleasure as he hummed even as he was lapped his tongue around her. When he reached up and touched her breasts, an orgasm burst through her body. She shook uncontrollably. Anakin wrapped her in the warmth of his arms as their limbs entangled and she planted kisses all over his face. Padmé felt his arousal nudging against her leg. She reached down and took his engorged cock in her small soft hand. Anakin feared that her touch alone would be enough to cause him to peak. Padmé slid down the bed his every inch of his body until finally she took him in her mouth. When they both decided to have an affair she had never thought she would be able to do this to him. He had never asked her, nor had she every asked him to do her. Knowing that it would give pleasure to the other was reason enough for both of them.

Anakin's hands clutched the sheets as she performed her own sweet merciful torture. Her tongue was everywhere! He felt her taking him in her throat as she bobbed her head faster. Soon he pulled away, not wanting to climax. Suddenly, he was sitting astride her as their lips once again touched. Their mouths opened and their tongues met. One of Anakin's hands slid down her stomach and caressed her most sensitive place once again as she parted her legs to grant him easy access. They melted in each others arms as their lips and bodies once again met in passion. They tried not to move for they both loved this feeling of connection, of oneness. They kissed a deep and longing kiss. As their eyes met, words weren't necessary. Their expressions said it all. They couldn't hold back any longer. Slowly they began to move against each other. He kissed her again and she kissed him back as he gently began sliding within her. The strokes became longer and a little stronger. Padmé held his buttocks as she spread her legs wider. They continued to cover each other with kisses. Padmé pushed on his shoulders and Anakin held her to him as they rolled together. Padmé established a position on his lap as Anakin's hands touched her all over. Again they kissed. She moved back and forth in his lap.

They momentarily separated as Padmé lay again on her back. Quickly, Anakin reentered her. He once again kissed her as he moved slowly within her. Padmé clenched her legs around his waist as he drove into her harder. It wasn't long before he tensed and she kissed him again realizing he was close. She held him tighter as they moved in unison. The rapture had built inside her until abruptly she went over the edge as her body clenched in ecstasy. He followed shortly. They panted as though as they just ran a marathon. Anakin felt Padmé gently caressing his arm and smiled on his skin. He shivered at her touch and closed his eyes blissfully. The only thing he didn't want to think about was probably waiting for him at home. Abbé. He opened his eyes and found himself complete with this person. A person who's not Abbé. Why didn't he realize this before? He looked down at the person in his arms… he loved her, not Abbé. These are the only times he had ever been contentedly happy. Abbé only wanted his fame and credits, that's what he realized after a few days ago.

And Padmé had never even asked him once about jewelry or material things like Abbé did. In fact, whenever they were alone, they would talk about everything and nothing. He knew more about Padmé than about Abbé. His wife that he should know better than anyone else and yet he didn't. He never wanted to leave Padmé alone. This was the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. He should've listened to everybody else when they even warned him about Abbé. What should he do now? He wanted to be with the woman he loves and leave the woman he used to love. Should he stay with Abbé? Anakin looked down at their connected bodies and hugged Padmé closer. Fuck it.

Padmé felt a twinge of emptiness when he finally withdrew from her, but that was quickly replaced by a feeling of warmth, as she was held secure in his affectionate embrace. They lay like that for a time, not speaking, just caressing each other and plying the other's body with soft gentle kisses. Padmé purposely tangled one of her legs with his and smiled affectingly at him. Anakin chuckled and smiled at her. Oh yeah… this is the woman for me. Anakin took one of her small hands and entangled it with his large one. He brought it to her lips and kissed it without his eyes ever leaving hers. Padmé gave a teary smile and kissed his lips softly. Anakin saw unshed tears prickling her eyes and gently caressed her soft cheek.

"My angel," He whispered softly as tears flowed freely down her cheeks. "Why the sudden tears?" He asked.

Padmé was now silently sobbing. She wiped her tears with the back of her hand and gazed into his deep blue eyes. "Because…" She closed her eyes, fresh tears forming behind her eyelids. Anakin gently kissed her soundly on the lips. Padmé opened her eyes and kissed him back with more urgency. She slipped her tongue across his bottom lip, pleading entrance. Anakin automatically opened his mouth to her as tongues entangled and dueled. She broke the kiss and gently bit down on his bottom lip. Anakin quietly hissed in pleasure and slowly coaxed her upper lip with his tongue.

Anakin broke the kiss, breathlessly. "Because what?"

Padmé looked at him with troubled eyes and tears once again threatened to fall. "Because… I love you."

There she said it. All month long she had wanted to say those three forbidden words and now… she said it. She looked in his eyes and prepared for rejection but amazingly… nothing happened.

Padmé's lip quivered furiously. "Please say something." She whispered.

To her ultimate surprise, he smiled and kissed her thoroughly. Padmé, who wasn't prepared for the kiss, needed some air… and fast. She gently pushed his chest and sucked in a huge amount of air. Anakin let go of her lips and kissed her face, starting with her nose, eyes, lips, cheeks, forehead, and chin.

Padmé giggled. "What was that for?" She asked.

Anakin leaned back and looked into her eyes. "Because," He smiled widely. "I love you too."

Padmé's heart fluttered wildly in her chest and hugged Anakin with all her might. She gasped in utter delight as new tears ran down her cheeks. She sniffled and cuddled closer to him. With one move, Anakin swooped her up and lifted her in the air in blissful happiness.

Padmé's happiness lasted for only a few minutes and disappointment filled her. "What about Abbé?" She asked.

Anakin sighed and smiled. "There was never any question whether I would still love you. You are my angel. I could never feel about anyone else like I feel about you," He caressed her cheek lovingly. "Abbé never truly cared for me… at least not more than you've already proved." He teased a smile and Padmé gently smacked his shoulder. "Let me handle her and I promise… you will be Mrs. Padmé Skywalker."

Anakin's heart leaped as he saw Padmé beam and she was absolutely beautiful. A twinkle in her eye gave it away. "Why Anakin," She purred. "Does that mean, you're proposing?" She asked.

Anakin licked his lips absentmindedly. "For you, that would be a yes."

Padmé's smile disappeared and sighed dreamily. "Oh." She ran her fingers through his hair. "I love you Anakin Skywalker."

Anakin flipped her on the bed and kissed her softy. "And because of you, Padmé," He murmured between kisses. "I can't love anyone else."

And it's all because of you
And it's all because…
Never get enough,
She's the sweetest drug.

Ain't no doubt, so strung out
Over you, over you, over you…

Because of you,
And it's all because of you,
Never get enough
She's the sweetest drug, she's the sweetest drug.

XXX

A/N: There will be a part two… don't fret everyone. I won't let Abbé get away by stealing Anakin's money. ;)Hoped everyone liked it! Please R&R!

-May