A/N: Okay, so I'm officially ruining my future by pumping out more and more chapters of this story, but inspiration has hit and I just can't stop myself (I'm sorry, university degree). *Just kidding, I am actually studying... my 3000 word lit review won't write itself, you know*

This story is kinda my focus at the moment, because it's SOOO CLOSE to being finished, and so to anyone who reads my other stories, I apologise, but I won't be updating them much for a while. Sorry if that is inconvenient, but that's just how the cookie crumbles xD

Hope you enjoy! xx

P.S: The next chapter will be from Anakin's POV, which I know some of you have been keen for :)

Somehow, and honestly, she didn't really know how, Anakin could sense her approaching, because he lifted his head and straightened up as soon as she appeared at the entry of his garage. A wild, gorgeous smile broke out across his face as he regarded her, and he stood and wiped his hands on the front of his old jeans, cleaning them of the oil and grease.

"Padme!"

Beaming at him, she opened her arms to him, whispering his name as reverently as a prayer. "Anakin."

Before she could even process it, he strode towards her, wrapped her up in his strong arms and drew her mouth to his in a mind-numbing kiss that left Padme feeling breathless and wanting more. She sighed contentedly into his kiss, once again feeling complete as their mouths fused together in a blissful familiarity that was oh so sweet. Her hands came up to rest on his shoulders, and she reached up on her toes, as his caressed the sides of her face tenderly, angling her mouth towards his.

It was in moments like this that she realized just how very much she'd missed the feel of his lips against hers, warm and gentle and infinitely soft, the taste of him as his tongue slipped into her mouth, dancing with her own in such an intimately familiar way. Kissing Anakin was unlike anything else in the world, and Padme would have been content to remain in his embrace for hours on end, just kissing like that.

He broke away reluctantly, lips still touching hers as though he couldn't bear to part from her just yet, and he stared straight into her eyes with those exquisite pools of blue. "I've missed you so much, Angel," he murmured softly before seizing her lips once more and preventing her from speaking. Not that Padme minded all that much. What was there to talk about that she couldn't express with her mouth in a much more enjoyable way?

With that mindset, she surrendered willingly to Anakin's possessive kiss, feeling him trail his hands down her spine to cup her backside, before effectively lifting her up. Her jean encased legs wrapped around his trim waist instinctively, and he walked them over to his work bench, reaching down with his left hand to clear off the clutter that covered the top with a sweep of his forearm, whilst still holding her up with his other, before setting her down, grinding his hips forward against hers, never breaking their kiss the entire time.

Padme could only marvel at his stamina and strength. She revelled in his obvious desire. In that moment, she didn't care that his hands were dirty as they ran all over her body, or that he was sweaty and smelled like grease. It was a heady mixture, intoxicating her senses, and it only amplified his blatantly raw masculinity, intensifying her own arousal. All that mattered was Anakin and the wonderful sensations he was causing within her.

As he devoured her mouth with a rumbling growl, she felt a wellspring of wanton lust pool between her thighs. Padme reached up with her arms and delighted in sliding her hands through his hair. It had grown a little longer since she'd last seen him a month ago, which pleased her immensely. She'd always loved his hair and had been quite upset when he'd cut it off last Christmas. There was just something about the way it had framed his face, the way it naturally curled at the ends as it brushed the bottom of his neck, that aroused her to no end, and she made a mental note to voice her approval once he relinquished control of her mouth. Instead, she expressed her approval physically, twining the thick golden locks between her fingers and tugging roughly, eliciting another low, lustful growl from deep within his chest.

It was only once his hands began to wander, slipping underneath the hem of her sweater and sliding across her bare skin that she summoned the willpower to push him away. "Anakin… not here," she giggled, earning her a petulant scowl.

His large hands gripped her hips firmly, and she could distinctly feel the evidence of his arousal pressing against her through his jeans. "Why not?" he almost whined, as he slid his lips along her jawline, dusting her skin with little kisses and nips that made her mewl despite herself. Her reactions made him smirk against her skin, and she could only roll her eyes at his smugness.

"Because," she remained firm, pulling away from him a little and giving him a pointed look. "Your garage is open. Anyone could walk by and see us." She gestured toward the open garage door with a nod of her head.

Anakin flicked his eyes over to the entrance way, and she could visibly see him tossing the risks over in his head, before he pouted in defeat. "Fine. You're right. Not here."

With a soft laugh, Padme took his face in her hands and caressed his cheekbones with her thumbs, gazing up at him with loving affection. "I've missed you too, Ani. So much."

He sighed and rested his forehead against hers, keeping his hands still on her hips, rubbing small circles on her stomach with his thumbs. Then, suddenly, he fell forward, face burrowing into her shoulder and his arms constricted around her, pulling her torso flush against him, so tight he was almost crushing her. Padme continued to stroke his hair lovingly, a faint smile on her face, eyes closed contentedly. They stayed like that for quite some time, simply basking in each other's presence. It was a precious moment, and she savoured it. Padme had missed holding him in her arms like this, in feeling his wrapped around her in that fiercely protective way he has. He made her feel so cherished...so loved.

Now, she was truly home.

"Working hard, I see," she said with a proud smile, glancing toward his pet project, C3PO, and he lifted his head, eyes sparkling with playful delight.

"Yeah," he shrugged. "I was just recalibrating some things. I realized I'd wired him all wrong – I guess college is good for something, right?" He winked at her, all smug and over confident, and Padme rolled her eyes, but changed the subject.

"And, you're growing your hair out again, Baby."

He smirked and raised an eyebrow. "You don't approve?"

Shaking her head, she smiled and gave his thick curls a playful tug, carding her fingers through his hair fondly. "Quite the opposite, actually," she remarked. "I liked it when you had longer hair. That and your motorbike… whew!" she grinned coquettishly at him, faking a swoon. "Every girl secretly wants a bad boy, Ani."

Her comment clearly took him by surprise, for he arched both his eyebrows, blue eyes flashing with mirth. "Oh, really? I thought you hated my motorbike?"

Padme shrugged her shoulders, dropping her hands lower so they were splayed around his neck, playing idly with the locks of hair at his nape. "I hated riding it, yes. But, just the fact that you had one…" her voice broke off suggestively, and Anakin grinned wolfishly, looking thoroughly pleased with himself.

"Well, in that case, I just might have to buy it back. To, y'know, fulfil your 'bad boy' fantasy," he whispered, as he waggled his eyebrows mockingly, causing Padme to rap him sharply on the shoulder, eyes rolling at his dramatics.

"Oh, shut up," she pursed her lips together to try and keep a straight face when really, all she wanted to do was laugh.

"You still haven't noticed my surprise," he reminded her.

Padme slid his hands down his shoulders and arms, rubbing them gently. "Oh no, I've definitely noticed," she said coyly, blinking up at him through her lashes. "I'm just waiting."

"Waiting for what, Babe?"

Her tongue snuck out to wet her lips, voice dripping with intent. "For you to show me what you're going to do with me now you've got both your arms back again."

Instantly, his eyes darkened lustfully, and he swooped down to kiss her again, hard, knocking the breath out of her. He kissed her until her lips were bruised, swollen, and sore, and then made his away along her jaw towards her ear, biting at her earlobe none to gently before bathing it with his tongue. "My pleasure," he whispered in a rough, husky voice, as he trailed the tip of his tongue around the outside shell of her ear.

Releasing her, he stepped back, picked her up, and placed her back down on her feet, before taking her hand in his firmly and pulling her along with him as he made his way back inside his house. On their way, they ran into Shmi in the front hallway, who eyed the two of them with a bemused expression on her face. Padme blushed fiercely and muttered a weak greeting, "Oh, hi, Shmi. It's nice to see you again."

Shmi smiled kindly at her. "Hello, Padme. It's good to see you, too, Dear. How are you?"

Beside her, Anakin exhaled impatiently, but Padme dug her nails into his skin in warning. "Wonderful, thank you," she replied politely. "I've been busy with school, but it's nice to have a break and be back home."

The woman nodded her head sympathetically. Padme noticed how tired she looked, and how her head was now covered in a brightly coloured scarf – no doubt a result of the chemo she was currently undertaking which resulted in hair loss, and felt a stab of pity deep in her chest. It truly wasn't fair for someone as wonderful and kind as Shmi to have been dealt such unfortunate circumstances. After everything she'd been through in her life, Padme sincerely hoped that everything would turn out alright in the end.

"Yes, Ani's told me about your workload. I hope you take the time to really relax this trip, Dear. We don't want you to burn out this close to graduation," she said kindly. "Anyway, Cliegg and I are off to join Owen and Beru. It's their rehearsal dinner tonight and Cliegg is the MC. I'll see you tomorrow, Sweetheart. Have a good night." She stepped up to Anakin and kissed his cheek, which he returned, telling his mother goodnight, before she did the same to Padme, then headed out the door to join her husband waiting out in the car.

As soon as she'd left, Anakin shot Padme a feral grin, and then took back her hand firmly, tugging her along behind him as he practically raced up the stairs, clearly eager for a proper reunion with his girlfriend, to which she had absolutely no objections whatsoever.

Once they were locked inside Anakin's bedroom, Padme fixed him with a sultry glance, flicking her chestnut tresses over her shoulder suggestively. Her hooded eyes raked over his healed form hungrily, and she licked her lips. He caught her wandering gaze and raised his eyebrows in question, which she responded to by stepping closer to him, closing the gap between them, and placing her hands on his chest. His own settled on her waist, his thumbs rubbing gently up and down her sides.

"How are your ribs?" she asked, her voice low and husky with unbridled lust. It had been far too long since they'd had sex…properly, and it was all Padme could think about. He was hers, and she wanted him.

Now.

Anakin grinned down at her knowingly, understanding her meaning and whispered, "All healed."

"Good."

She wrapped her hands around his neck and yanked him aggressively towards her mouth, attacking him with surprising fervour, which he eagerly returned. Her hands began to roam, slipping down his back to push his t-shirt up his torso, dancing her fingers along his strong back. Anakin groaned into her mouth at her touch and shifted his hands lower to cup her backside, pulling her hips flush against his. Feeling the evidence of his arousal pressed against her thrilled her to no end, and she ground her hips against his, eliciting another moan from him.

"Ani…" she breathed against his lips as she pulled away, yanking his shirt further up, and he bent and lifted his arms so she could remove it properly and toss it to the floor. "Fuck me."

His gorgeous blue eyes widened at her vulgar language, which she normally never used, and he paused, staring down at her in awe, jaw slack. "What…?"

With a coy smile, she trailed her index finger slowly down his muscled chest and flat abdomen, circling his navel before descending lower, ghosting through the line of fine blonde hair trailing down his belly with her fingernail and teased the top of his jeans, feeling the fine tremors in his skin as she did so. "I want you to fuck me," she repeated, slower than before, enunciating each word clearly. "I need you, Ani. It's been too long. I don't want you to be gentle."

He swallowed once nervously, then quickly regained his senses with a shake of his head, as an animalistic growl issued from his lips, and then he was kissing her, hard, rough, melding their mouths and tongues, teeth scraping together, tugging at her clothes frantically as though he couldn't wait a second longer to be without her. They broke apart only to remove the rest of their clothes, which they tossed haphazardly across the floor, their breathing heavy and ragged.

Then, with a wicked grin, his eyes almost black with lust, he motioned behind her with a flick of his wrist. "Get on the bed, Angel. Hands and knees."

Her eyes widened momentarily at his request, knowing exactly what he was insinuating, and her blood pulsed wildly with anticipation, suffusing her body with heat, at the thought of what was going to happen next. Anakin was in control now. It was his turn to have his way with her, and she definitely wasn't going to stop him. The way he'd expressed his demand had her more aroused than anything, and her wet core involuntarily clenched tightly as a sensual shudder trembled down her spine, her nipples hardening instantly into rosy pointed peaks.

Nodding her head in assent, she wet her lips once more, then turned around, seductively tossed her long curly mane down her bare back, and crawled onto his bed, just the way he'd told her to. It was then she noticed that his old twin bed had been replaced with a larger, queen sized bed with crisp white cotton sheets and a new navy blue comforter, and she grinned with further excitement. They could now sleep together at his house, properly, without being squashed and uncomfortable.

But, she didn't have much time to think about that, because suddenly, there was a tearing sound of a condom being opened and then Anakin stepped up behind her, his calloused hands resting on the feminine dip of her waist. He leaned over her, sliding his hands up and down her sides, and Padme could feel his erection, hard and throbbing, pressed against her backside. It sent tendrils of intense pleasure shooting down her spine.

With gentle fingers, he swept her hair to the side, draping it across her left shoulder, exposing her neck, and ghosted his warm breath over her ivory skin, making the tiny hairs on her nape stand at attention, as a sudden tremor wracked her frame, goosebumps breaking out all over her back and chest. Her nipples hardened further, begging to be fondled. Another delicious shudder shook through her body. He was being too soft, too gentle, taking far too long, when all she wanted was for him to surge inside her powerfully, dominantly, and take her ruthlessly, aggressively, claiming her completely as his. Now was not the time for slow sweet lovemaking.

An impatient whimper slipped past her lips when he began to kiss the back of her neck softly, and he hummed a laugh, his lips vibrating against her skin.

"Ani…" she sighed, twisting her head back to look at him over her shoulder. The smug half-smirk on his face was infuriating, as was the mischief dancing in his eyes, and she pouted, biting her plump lower lip in frustration. "Please… just…"

In response, he pressed his chest more firmly against her back and slipped his hands down to fill with the curves of her hips, rubbing his thumbs across the dimples in her lower back. "Please what?" he asked softly, lips at her ear, his breath hot and heavy.

She bucked her hips back a little, desperate for some sort of friction and clenched her fists in his white sheets. "Don't tease me," she hissed.

One of his hands snuck up her stomach to cup a breast, long, calloused fingers tugging on the hardened peak of her nipple in an exquisitely delicious pain that made her arch her back, pressing herself more firmly into his warm palm. His other hand dipped lower between her legs, swiping across her wetness eagerly, gathering it on his fingertips.

"You're so wet for me, Angel," he hummed, mouthing wetly at the skin between her shoulder blades, and traced soft circles over her engorged clit, making her legs shake. "You want it, don't you?"

Her head fell forward on a whimper and she pushed her hips back again, grinding herself against his hardened length, feeling his nest of curls brushing softly against the skin of her ass. It was torture, what he was doing to her, but she supposed she deserved it.

"Answer me, Padme," he growled firmly, drawing his hand back from between her legs to rap her sharply once on her backside. It didn't hurt, but the surprise of it made her jolt, a high gasp issuing from her parted lips. "Tell me you want it."

She was literally dripping with arousal – she could feel it moist on her inner thighs. Her neglected clit was erect and throbbing, begging to be touched, but she couldn't find the strength to do it herself. Anakin had never spanked her before. Padme had never expressed any interest in that sort of thing; that was Dorme's territory. And yet, despite her strong beliefs, she couldn't deny that she liked it in this moment. There was something highly arousing about Anakin treating her like this; it ignited something dark and primal inside her that she'd never felt before, but it excited her all the same.

He did it again, and this time Padme actually moaned, fists clenching tightly as a bolt of white-hot pleasure surged through her, her core clenching reflexively. "Answer me," he demanded roughly in her ear, biting at her earlobe with his teeth.

"… Yes…" she uttered softly, her voice strained with lust.

"Yes, what?" Anakin pressed harder against her, gripping her hips tightly.

"I want it, Ani," she repeated. "I want you. Please…"

He dropped a kiss to her shoulder and hummed, "Good girl," before easing himself inside her, bringing his groin completely flush against her backside as he buried himself within her wet heat. Padme bit her lip to stifle a moan and arched her back, pushing her hips back against his at the feeling of him inside her. It was like nothing else in the world – she felt full, complete. Anakin always felt so, so good.

True to her will, he was anything but gentle. Each rapidly brutal spike of his hips caused her body to thrust forward violently, her breasts swaying like pendulums with the force of his movements, and all she could do was grip his sheets tightly in her fists to maintain her balance. His hands were tight on her hips, supporting her, his fingers dug sharply into her hip bones as he repeatedly snapped his hips forward, pulling her ass back sharply to meet his thrusting groin each time. Padme vaguely wondered why they'd never done it this way before, because it felt so good, and in this position, he was slamming against her pleasure spot again and again, and she knew she wouldn't last much longer. The pleasure was building already, so quickly, and it finally bubbled to the surface and boiled over.

She was so overwhelmed by the raw fervency of sensation that she couldn't even scream – her eyes squeezed shut, mouth flying open silently as white hot pleasure surged throughout her body. It was so powerful that it was a miracle she could still keep herself upright. Anakin paused in his thrusting, as she rode out her orgasm. He leaned over her back, reaching around her with both hands to palm her breasts, plucking and tugging at her nipples, muttering in her ear, "That's it, Angel...fuck...feels so good..."

But, delicious though it was, Anakin, it seemed, was not finished with her. She'd barely had time to recover from her orgasm, before he started thrusting again, deeper, harder inside her. The wet sounds of flesh slapping together and her own breathless moans coupled with his heavy breathing became the obscene accompaniment to their passionate lovemaking. Padme was almost blind with pleasure as Anakin fucked her – because it was fucking. There was nothing gentle about this at all, and for the first time in her life, Padme didn't care. It was what she wanted, what she had craved, since Anakin had been injured, and now he was finally having his way with her, taking her roughly, claiming her fiercely, leaving her in no doubt she was his.

Leaning over her, he sucked a bruise into the side of her neck and slid his hands up from her waist and down her arms to close his fingers tightly around her wrists. It caused his chest to rest heavily on her back, but she found she enjoyed the weight of him on top of her like this, pressing down on her.

"You're so good for me, Angel...so perfect...Mine...all mine," he whispered to her, releasing her wrists to place his palms on top of her hands and lacing his fingers through hers, and the sudden romantic gesture made her clench her core tightly around him. His responding groan tickled her ear and she grinned smugly in spite of herself. There was no sound in the world more beautiful to her than the sounds Anakin made when he was inside her. She treasured those little moans more than anything.

"Yeah, Ani. Yours."

His tongue lashed out to lick hotly at the shell of her ear. "I love you, Padme. Love you so fucking much."

Before Padme had a chance to echo his sentiment, he pulled back up and pressed a hand firmly between her shoulder blades, effectively causing her chest to fall into the mattress. Folding her forearms under her head, she turned her face to the side against the pillow, mouth open, as her backside rose higher in the air. Anakin's hands returned to her hips automatically, then he was pulling her back into him even more forcefully, his hips hammering faster, surging even deeper inside her with each thrust, stretching her deliciously.

"Fuck, oh fuck," he cursed from behind her, voice thick and dripping with his own obvious pleasure. "Missed you, Angel. Missed this – so much – "

Padme's eyes fluttered closed as she felt her second orgasm approaching rapidly and could only manage to hum in response. Deep inside her, she could feel him throbbing and twitching, a sure sign that he was about to release, and so, she instinctively constricted her wet walls around him, tightening her grip on his shaft, milking him. Suddenly, they both came, Anakin with a low growling roar, Padme with a soft whimper. He stilled his movements, throwing his head backward and arching his back and hips forward in a tight bow, forcing himself as deep inside her as he could go, his leg muscles quaking, as eruption after eruption burst forth from his cock, and she spasmed violently around him as they both rode out their releases, together.

When Anakin was done, his body relaxed, and he gingerly pulled out of her, quickly cleaned himself off and disposing of the condom, before slumping down next to her on the bed, face up, on his back. Padme stretched out her limbs lazily, body light and pliant and loose, lying on her belly.

Bliss.

That was the only way to describe how she was feeling. She couldn't imagine anything else more perfect.

When she eventually mustered the strength to open her eyes, she was met with that bright, clear, cerulean blue she loved so much. Anakin smiled at her tenderly, his face alit with that little post-sex smile she adored, and she couldn't help but return it. He opened his arms and muttered, "Come here," and she obeyed, shuffling closer to him until she was pressed up against his sweaty chest. His arms came around her, absently stroking her hair, and she nuzzled her face into him, humming contentedly.

"I love you, Ani," she said quietly, and he didn't reply, except for the sweet little kiss he laid on her forehead. But that was all the affirmation she needed. She slid her foot along the ridge of his calf, feeling the course, blonde hairs underneath her own smooth skin, and hitched her leg up to rest over his hipbone, feeling his soft cock under her thigh. Anakin's other hand, the one not carding through her hair, was splayed across his chest, his fingers wrapped around her own, and so Padme laced them together, rubbing her thumb over his knuckles softly. He hummed in response, exhaling deeply through his nose, and Padme smiled to herself. This was what she loved the very most. Just lying with Anakin like this, without worry or care of life interrupting them. It was comfortingly peaceful, as she felt each rise and fall of his chest under her hand with every deep breath he took.

They didn't speak for a while, but Padme relished the silence. Quiet moments like this, even when they did manage to see each other, were hard to come by. There was always an overarching pressure to do something – whether that was study, or go to classes, or even just go out to lunch, or dinner, or the movies. They hardly found time to just do nothing together. It was a welcome change.

"As much as I hate being apart, I do enjoy our reunions, Ani," she mused after a while, releasing his hand and tracing idle patterns along his chest with her index finger.

His body rumbled with his laughter underneath her. "So do I, Angel. I guess absence really does make the heart grow fonder," he chuckled and then pressed his lips once more to her hair and quietly added, "But it could be like this every day, if we lived together."

She hid her emotion at his sweet words with a scoff and rolled her eyes. "Oh, please, Ani. As if you could keep that up every day?"

The pure look of disbelief on his face made her giggle as both of his eyebrows rose up to his hairline. "Excuse me? I distinctly remember telling you that I'm a sex god. Are you suddenly doubting my bedroom prowess?"

She grinned wickedly at him, eyes dancing with mischief. "Absolutely."

It was his turn to roll his eyes, but instead of shooting back a quick remark, he simply held her closer and twisted his head to nuzzle into her hair. "Do you ever think about it?" he asked on a whisper, as he trailed his nose across her forehead in a light caress. "Living together, I mean."

Padme was startled by his sudden question and admission and rolled over onto her side, propping herself up on her elbow. "Of course, Ani. All the time," she smiled sweetly at him.

He followed suit, pushing himself over onto his side, brushing their bodies together from thigh to chest, and resting his hand lightly on the dip of her waist. "Yeah. Me, too. A lot." There was such clear hope shining in his eyes that made her heart clench. Clearly, the upcoming wedding wasn't just affecting her. "It'd be nice though, wouldn't it? To be together every day?"

Padme nodded, a bright smile on her face. God, he was so adorable. "Yeah, Ani. It'd be wonderful."

Suddenly, his sweet softness was replaced by a roguish grin, and he commented, "Though, I don't know if I'd ever get a proper night's sleep. You're so restless. Are you fighting an invisible battle every time you close your eyes? It's like you're some kinda nocturnal ninja or something."

She gasped, shock written all over her face. "I am not!"

"Babe, I've woken up with bruises from you kicking me in your sleep."

Padme just huffed petulantly. "Well, you're dead weight. You'll put your arm over me, or your leg, or both, and I can't move you! You're so damn heavy! You squash me down into the mattress!"

"You steal the covers," he shot back instantly, that infuriating smirk still on his face, as though he found teasing her so incredibly amusing, and even though Padme was trying to be annoyed at him, she couldn't help but smile. That playful banter they shared was one of the best parts about their relationship. "The amount of times I've frozen my ass off at night while you're all snuggled up like a pig in a blanket. You're a real cover thief, y'know…" he shook his head, eyes twinkling, mouth twitching.

"At least I don't snore!" she retorted fiercely with a mock scowl. "If I don't fall asleep before you do, then I've got no hope. You're louder than a jackhammer!"

"Oh, really? Well, I'm lucky if I even have enough room in the bed at all. You take up the entire bed and leave me this tiny sliver of room," he pinched his thumb and forefinger together and squinted at his hand to illustrate his point, "I don't know how someone so small can manage to take up an entire queen sized bed. And, if I dare to creep onto your side…" he winked at her, and she hit him playfully in the chest. Suddenly, they both burst out laughing. Then, Anakin caught her hand and pulled her into him, rolling them so she was partially beneath him and planting a searing kiss on her lips, and she was loath to protest.

"Alright…" she sighed in defeat when he broke the kiss. "So, we're both as bad as each other. Maybe we just need a bigger bed, y'know...One we could put a barrier down the middle of...You stay on your side, I'll stay on mine," she added with a smirk, and Anakin grinned in compliance before shaking his head and grabbing her again and kissing her senseless.

When he pulled back, hovering his lips just over hers, he gave her a pointed look, "No barriers in our bed, Angel."

She looked at the mischievous twinkle in his eyes and giggled, her cheeks blushing. "Speaking of bigger beds, when did you get an upgrade?"

Anakin released her waist and rolled back onto his back, throwing his arms casually behind his head. "A few weeks ago, apparently. Mom decided it was time I traded my twin bed in for something bigger – seeing as you will be staying here with me more often."

"I'm glad she did," Padme nodded appreciatively. "It's awful enough trying to share a twin bed with you in Chicago, let alone here."

"Probably because you can't resort to your starfish sleeping habits," Anakin waggled his eyebrows at her, and she cocked an eyebrow at him, frowning. "But, to be fair though, we never really do a lot of sleeping in bed when we're together." His voice turned husky with desire.

"No… that we don't," Padme smirked. She then rose out of bed and began redressing, knowing Anakin was lying back and enjoying the view. As she was pulling up her jeans, she fixed him with a question, "Did you wanna come over for dinner tonight? Mom won't mind. You know how much she loves you."

Anakin nodded enthusiastically, and got up off the bed, still completely naked, and kissed her lips softly. "Sure, Babe. Sounds good. I'm just gonna have a shower. I'll meet you over there, okay?" He smiled and tapped her lightly on her backside before heading to the shower.

She watched him retreat into his bathroom with a wicked grin, eyeing his nude body shamelessly, before throwing her sweater back over her head and smoothing out her sex-messy hair so that she looked at least a little presentable. Of course, her mother was bound to know what they'd been up to, but she didn't want too make it obvious.

When she arrived back home, her mother raised her eyebrows suspiciously upon her entrance and smirked, but didn't say anything. Padme informed her that Anakin was going to join them for dinner, and that she was going to stay with him for the night, and Jobal smiled, nodding her head. That was, until she frowned, eyes narrowing in confusion, and gestured for Padme to come closer.

"What's that on your neck, Padme?"

Suddenly mortified, Padme hand flew to her neck, just under the base of her jaw by her earlobe, where she remembered Anakin sucking and biting at her skin during their passionate reunion. Her face flushed hotly, and she swallowed thickly, as Jobal scrutinised her with a bemused expression on her face. "N-nothing…" she stammered in protest, but her mother just laughed, amusedly shaking her head.

"It's alright, Padme. I do remember what it was like to be young and in love…but, you might want to cover that up before the wedding though." She gestured toward the hickey with a flick of her wrist.

Nodding quickly, and muttering a soft, embarrassed "Of course," she made a mental note to scold Anakin for marking her so close to the wedding, and then hurried upstairs to gather her things she would need to take over to Anakin's that night. It wouldn't be much, but she did like to be prepared.

Anakin came over just after 7 pm, freshly showered, hair still slightly damp, and dressed in blue jeans, sneakers and his Celtics sweatshirt she'd gotten for him at the game, and smelling like citrus mixed with his favourite Calvin Klein cologne. As expected, Jobal was thoroughly pleased to see him, and gave him a warm hug as soon as he stepped through the door, beating Padme to it. She'd even made lasagne with a salad and a chocolate cake for dessert, two of Anakin's personal favourites, once she'd been informed he was coming for dinner. Of course, Anakin played it for all it was worth, complimenting her mother again and again on how delicious it was and how wonderful a cook she was, which made Padme roll her eyes.

Despite her mother's reservations about a relationship being the best thing for Padme's bright future, she certainly doted on Anakin, as though he was already part of the family. She treated him better than she treated her own daughter, which, when Padme pointed this out, Jobal just shrugged her shoulders and grinned at her. Anakin clearly enjoyed the attention, not that Padme expected anything less of him. She supposed it couldn't really be helped – he was so damn charming, Padme could attest to that. It was no wonder her mother had fallen victim to his smooth words and pretty eyes. He had his assets and definitely knew how to wield them.

Once dinner was over, Padme and Anakin helped clean up the dishes and put the food away, before bidding Jobal a goodnight and then grabbing Padme's overnight bag and walking back to Anakin's house. He slung his arm around her shoulders as they walked, keeping her pressed against his side, and she reciprocated by slinging her own arm around his waist.

Anakin unlocked the front door and led them inside before telling her to go upstairs while he locked up for the night. She went to use his shower while he finished up downstairs, freshening herself up so she could bring out her newest surprise. A secretive smile curled her lips as she lathered herself with his citrus scented body wash, loving the smell of him as it permeated all around her, swirling in the steam that filled the tiny bathroom.

Stepping out of the shower, she dried herself off and then lathered herself in body lotion before she slipped her new, plum-coloured, babydoll over her head, letting the sheer, silky soft material flutter around her hips seductively. Padme had been becoming increasingly more confident in wearing such things, particularly around Anakin, and found that she liked the way it clung to her small breasts and tiny waist, before flaring out slightly around her rounded hips, ending just below the apex of her thighs. It felt daring.

She brushed her teeth and fluffed out her hair, applying a single light spritz of a delicately citrusy perfume to the valley between her breasts. Then, smirking at her reflection in the mirror one last time, she strutted confidently into Anakin's bedroom, flicking her hair seductively and swaying her hips, to see him lying on his bed, bare chested, in a pair of pale blue pyjama pants and white socks. He sat up as she entered, raking his darkened, lust-filled eyes appreciatively over her form and smirked. "I really hope you never grow out of this phase, Babe," he quipped.

Grinning, she crawled onto the bed beside him, watching him as his eyes hungrily devoured her cleavage, and slid under the covers. "What? They're just pyjamas, Ani" she remarked, feigning innocence.

Scoffing, Anakin peeled off his socks, tossing them on the floor, tucked his legs under the covers and shuffled closer to her, sliding his arm over her waist, pulling her flush against his chest, and kissing her neck. "Pyjamas my ass," he whispered, humming against her skin.

Padme pushed on his shoulders lightly. "Don't! You gave me a hickey before!" she pouted at him.

Eyes flashing with mirth, he shot her a filthy grin. "So? From what I recall, you weren't complaining."

"I can't show up to the wedding on Saturday covered in love bites, Anakin!" she protested firmly.

"Fine," he sighed dramatically, as though it was such a big thing to ask. "But, once this wedding is over…" he winked at her, his eyes darkening lustfully. "Everyone will know that you're mine, Angel...Now, about your 'pyjamas'..."

Before she could argue, he sealed her lips with a fierce kiss, wrapping his tongue around hers and rolling his body to hover above her, and she sighed into his mouth, raking her hands through his hair, and everything else seemed to fade away into nothing except Anakin...

Her 'pyjamas' landed silently on the floor beside the bed.