You're Satan
Anakin surprises Padme, who is about to head out to work, by returning home from the war unannounced.
Padme finished putting in the last hairpin. She took a step back and examined herself in the mirror. Finally, she was ready for today's Senate session, and right on time. If she left now, she would have time to greet a few senators before the session started. She walked out of her room to head towards the veranda and the waiting speeder. However, she stopped in the sitting room outside her bedroom.
Her husband stood on the other end. They both stood frozen for a moment as if they were unsure if the other was real. Anakin was the one to move first. He bounded across the room. Only when he was halfway, did Padme move. Everything was a blur as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her against him. His lips pressed against her cheek, but quickly they are pressed against her lips. Her arms tightened around his neck to bring him closer.
He smelled like war. Like blasters and burnt plastoid and blood and ozone and fuel. But underneath that all was the smell of him. The smell she desperately sought in his pillow at night as she buried her face into it.
"You're back," she whispered against lips.
"I am," he whispered back. A handsome smile had grown across his face as he looked down at her. "Are you … headed out?" She could hear the disappointment growing in his voice.
"There is a senate session starting soon," she said.
He tightened his hold on her. "You don't have to go," he said softly.
"Anakin," she said, pressing her forehead against his chest. "This is important. These votes are important. I have to go."
He let out a soft groan. His hands slid lower.
"But it's been so long," he grumbled. "Months."
"Anakin," she said a bit sterner.
He leaned over and rested his head against her shoulder. He placed his lips against her neck and left a few soft kisses.
"Anakin, I have to go or I will be late," she said.
But instead of pulling away, he got bolder. He started kissing her neck harder.
"Anakin …" she sighed. It felt good. His touch and lips always felt so good. Finally, she got the willpower to push away. "You better not have left a mark."
"It's just a little pink," he said licking his lips looking smug.
"I'll see you when I get back," she said.
He said nothing as he undid his belt, and it fell to the floor.
"Alright," he said. His voice light. Playful. "I'll be waiting."
He took off the black leather outer tunic of his robes. It fell to the floor. She should leave. She really should, but she watched him as he pulled off the rest of his top revealing his toned tanned chest. Her cheeks burned red.
"You should be careful," he said in a low voice. "That might leave a mark."
He kicked off his boots. He grabbed the waistband of his pants.
"I'm leaving now!" she shouted as she turned around.
"Really? It's just getting to the good part! I know you want to see it!" he called after her.
"You're Satan," she cursed.
"That's not a Nubian thing!"
She paused at the top of the stairs that would take her down to the veranda and turned back around. He stood there completely naked. Her whole body flushed with heat.
"A Satan of all nine Corellian hells!" she snapped at him as she sharply turned away and rushed down the stairs. His laughter followed behind her.