Title: Sexy Love
Author: May/Juvie
Rating: M
Summary: Sweet. Lovable. And lonely. Anakin and Padmé are in college, desperate to find love. They have different schedules and different classes. When they finally meet, sparks fly. What happens when an ex-boyfriend tries to tear them apart? AU Anidala, obviously. Rated M for sexual content.
Warnings: Violence. Aggressive Sex. Light BDSM. Sexual language.
Disclaimer: I made all this up. Copyright© of George Lucas.
Chapter IV: Dilemma
He smiled at the new love he had just fucked. She was sleeping peacefully and looked beautiful under the moonlit candles. Like he cared! Lilà was just a fling, he never had any feelings for her. Nor any other girl he dated. Palo scoffed and rolled off the bed. He stood up and put on his trousers. Sure she had feelings for him, didn't mean he'd return them. He smirked at the foolish girl sleeping with a smile stuck on her face. He laughed and shook his head while putting on his tee-shirt. "Stupid whore." He murmured. He chuckled as he remembered all of the girls he had slept with. There was Jelet, Kara, Farie, Abbé, Umma, Vacta, Lilà and Pad— He stopped. That's right. He had never had sex with Padmé Naberrie. He was too late. If he would've just pushed a little further, she would have gone all the way with him. He was sooo close that one night…
XXFlashbackXX
Palo and Padmé were sitting on the couch, tongue wrestling. Palo tried slipping his hands under her shirt but, she pushed his hands away. Palo's nose flared and kissed her harder. Padmé gave out a painful cry when Palo bit her lips. She drew back, with a little bead of blood on her bottom lip. She wiped it off and looked at him in horror. Palo licked his lips.
"Why did you do that?" He asked.
Padmé gawked at him. "Me? Y-you bit my lip!" She exclaimed. Palo roughly grasped her wrist.
"Why did you stop?" He asked once more.
She stared at him, disbelieving. "You. Bit. My. Lip." She simply said. He tightened his grip as she whimpered. Palo kissed her fiercely while Padmé was trying to wiggle free. He broke the kiss and trailed towards her ear. Padmé, shaken with fright, had never seen Palo like this before. His breath tickling her ear, gave her shudders.
"Padmé," He breathed. "You are the most amazing girl I had ever been out with." He said as she rolled her eyes. "Please, just this once... let's love together." Palo breathed. Padmé almost gagged. "Please, let me fuck you." Palo finally said as he licked the shell of her ear. Padmé, disgustedly pushed him off and stood up.
"What did you say?" She asked, jamming her hands on her hips. Palo smirked.
"You heard me." He reached for her hand and roughly pulled her. Padmé attempted to hit him but it only infuriated him more. "Listen you little bitch." His blood boiling. "We are going to make love and you're going to like it!" With that, he kissed her again. Padmé managed to free herself and stumbled backwards as she finally stood up. She mentally patted herself on the back and stomped her way towards the door. "And where do you think you're going?" He yelled. Padmé grabbed her belongings and looked back at Palo.
"I'm leaving, Palo." She said. Palo stood up.
"Where?"
Padmé scoffed. "Where else do you think?"
"If you leave, Padmé. Just don't come back." He said. Padmé shrugged.
"There's no use for a boy like you, anyway." She turned her heel and walked on. Palo's eyes flickered with anger and followed her. As Padmé was about to open the door, Palo slammed it closed and roughly turned her backwards, pushing her against the wall. He lifted her hands on top of her head. She grunted and tried kinking him but with his hips in place, she couldn't move.
"What did you say?" He demanded. Padmé also noticed how repulsive and cruel he looked. She breathed heavily.
"A boy!" She whispered. Palo gritted his teeth.
"Do you want me to prove myself I'm not a boy, Padmé?" He sneered, beginning to unzip his pants. Padmé's eyes widened. "Do you?" He yelled.
"No!" She cried. "Let me lose!" She screeched. He finally let her go and she scurried to the opposite wall, tears swimming in her eyes.
"Get the hell out of my life, Padmé." He said quietly.
"Fine, Palo." Padmé replied. "Just don't go off with the first girl who throws her big rack at you." She paused. "I'm hoping for the best of you."
Palo laughed. "Shut-up, Padmé!" He snapped. "I've been with other girls, who were willing to have sex with me… you, you were just a handy girlfriend." He smirked. Padmé bit the inside of her cheek, trying to hold back the tears. She slowly opened the door and left his dorm.
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He sighed regrettably. He had missed her dearly. What are you thinking?A voice in his mind spoke. While Padméis happy with her boyfriend, you're sitting through life, shagging every girl you see.The voice said. As Palo grabbed all of his possessions and walked out of the dorm, his voice replied something else, She might've already slept with him.He stopped in his tracks. Before you.The voice whispered. Palo felt jealousy stab right into his heart. No, He thought. Padmé would never betray me. He sighed in relief. She's not with you anymore. She needn't to explain anything to you.The voice taunted. Palo rolled his eyes and walked on straight.
"I will get her back." He promised to himself.
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Anakin woke smothering in the perfumed silkiness of Padmé's curly hair, her soft skin warming his side and her breath tickling his ear. The room was comfortably cool, the sky window above the bed was blushing with pink light of first sunrise, and everything was right with the world. Anakin slightly turned his head, causing Padmé to wake. Last night, they were insatiable. They had been greedy for eachother; they probably have hurt one another without realizing it. Padmé fluttered her eyes open, seeing a smiling Anakin. She smiled back and pulled his head forward, giving him a very long, very deep kiss. Anakin finished the kiss and grinned.
"Morning." He said.
"Good Morning." She replied and stretched her arms. "How you feeling?" She asked.
Anakin grimaced. "I've got some sore spots, bruises, cuts"—
"Cuts?" She sat up, looming over Anakin. "I wasn't that brutal, was I?" She asked as Anakin showed her the scratch she had given him last night. The long deep red mark across his stomach brought a smile to her face.
"What are smiling about?" He asked. "It hurts!" He exclaimed. Padmé laughed.
"Sorry, I was just… thinking." She said. Anakin lifted an eyebrow.
"About?" He asked.
"About how girls all around the campus, thinking about you, wishing they were with you," She teased. "Then when they take you into their dorm, start taking off your shirt, when she sees that big red scar on your abdomen she'll ask, 'oh! How did you get this mark?' and you'll say, 'my girlfriend, whom I love so much, gave it to me when we were in bed.'" They laughed.
"What will she think of me, now?" He asked teasingly.
"She'll probably hit you, scratch you, torture you in ways… you didn't think possible." She smiled.
Anakin laughed. "Like what?"
"Well…" She leaned closer to whisper something in his ear. She leaned back to watch his reaction.
He winced. "That's just sick."
Padmé giggled. "Well, this hurts too." Padmé said as she slipped off the bed and showed him the big red spot in between her thigh. Anakin raised his eyebrows and sighed.
"That doesn't hurt as much as this." He crooked a finger and leaned forward to show a big purple blotch on his shoulder blade. Padmé gasped, rolled unto the bed and tentively touched the bruise. Anakin groaned.
"Sorry." She mumbled. Anakin grabbed her hand and kissed it softly. He turned to see Padmé's eyes water again. She leaned down and kissed him slowly. Anakin encouraged her by rubbing her naked back. In one quick motion, Anakin settled Padmé on top of him and slowly slid her unto him. Padmé moaned against his lips as he gently guided her hips up and down. Without ever breaking the kiss, Padmé moved her hips in a leisurely ravishing movement. Anakin moved his hand to her lower back as she licked the corner of his mouth. Anakin's tongue massaged hers, coaxing it. Padmé sighed as Anakin slanted his head, beckoning his tongue further. Padmé's hips jerked forwards as Anakin bucked his hips.
Padmé broke the kiss. "Oh!" She exclaimed breathlessly. "Do it again! Again!" She begged. Anakin smiled and bucked his hips again. Padmé gasped and gripped his shoulders. Anakin jumped when her cold hands pushed hi bruise. That didn't stop Padmé. Anakin lifted his knees off the bed and jerked his hips upwards, repeatedly. Padmé's breaths came short as Anakin continuously pumped into her. Padmé looked down and stared into two soft blue eyes. She opened her mouth as she came. Anakin groaned out Padmé's name as he came. Padmé gasped as he turned her over and bucked his hips several times. Anakin stopped and buried his face in the pillow next to Padmé's neck.
Padmé sighed. "I love it when you do that…" She said breathlessly. Anakin lifted his head, blinking.
"How many times, Padmé?" Anakin asked.
Padmé sighed and turned her head. "All of them." She replied.
He chuckled. "You can't give me a number, can you?" He kissed her nose. Padmé slid her arms around his neck.
"I can give you a scale to one to ten." She smiled. "I love you, ten." She kissed his lips. "That's a number."
Anakin smiled. "Shut-up." He said flatly, as Padmé gave him another kiss.
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Three hours later, Anakin finally talked Padmé into letting him cook for her in the kitchen, since it was tough sliding out of the bed without Padmé hanging onto him. After the meal, Padmé's comlink rang and she nervously answered it. Padmé looked down, ashamed and excused herself from the table. Now, Anakin leaned against the wall, listening to the conversation Padmé was having with her father through the comlink. Anakin winced as he remembered what Padmé had told him yesterday. He'd met Padmé's parents before. He loved being with her family but, her father had other plans. He vividly remembered, Ruwee kicking him out, cursing at Padmé, never to bring him over again. It's not like he disliked Mr. Naberrie but, it seemed Ruwee never really appreciated him. Like he wasn't good enough for her. Then who is? He thought. Palo? That guy was an egotistical jerk! He bit his lip. He doesn't deserve her.
"Stop it." He heard her murmur. "You're not being fair." She whispered. Anakin stared at the floor as he heard Ruwee's voice so loud, Padmé jerked the comlink a few inches apart from her ear. Padmé inhaled sharply. "SHUT-UP!" She yelled. Anakin flinched. "I'm tired of you telling me what's best for me!" She shouted. "I love him and there's nothing you can do about it." She said as she shook her head. "I hate you." She said right before she hung up. Anakin touched her shoulder. Padmé gasped and turned around. "Ani! I'm-I'm sorry, I-I shouldn't h-have..." She stuttered. Anakin placed his finger over her lips and gently shushed her with a gentle kiss. Padmé eagerly gave into the kiss and wounded her arms around his neck. He lifted her up as she wrapped her legs around his waist and he led to her bedchamber…
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Padmé laid against Anakin, finishing her explanation. Anakin, looking very hurt, looked down. "Padmé, if I'm getting in the way of"—
"No, Anakin." She put her hand against his bare chest. "You're not." She tried explaining. "My father's an ass." She said.
"Oh." He licked his lips. A little twinge of pain pierced through his heart and a little part gave him hope. Maybe this is his chance. Their chance. "Um… Padmé, I don't know how I can put this without… freaking you out."
"What is it?" Padmé asked anxiously. As Anakin opened his mouth to speak, a hard knock came from the door. "Sith!" Padmé sprang off the bed and frantically searched for her clothes. Anakin just slid on his jeans and helped Padmé gather her garments. Anakin smiled at the piece of clothing, now hanging from his finger. Once dressed, Padmé caught his gaze and rolled her eyes.
"I love this memory." He said. Padmé walked over to him and snatched it away from his touch.
"You pig." She spat right before she left the room.
"Hey, you put it on!" He yelled after her. "And I took it off." He sang. After a long while, Anakin decided to see who was the guest. He walked towards the living room and froze. What the…?
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Well, I hoped you all liked it! Please R&R!
-May
