I always wondered what it was like for Ani and Padmé on their honeymoon, after all the flirting, touching and the few kisses they shared before and at Geonosis- and I thought I'd bring it to life. This will only be a one-shot, but I might end up adding other one-shot's on to this story, too. I hope you like this!
The Honeymoon
I never knew it was possible to feel so hot and cold at the same time. Inside, my body is on fire, a raging inferno. I need him more than I've ever needed anything in my life. We've waited so long, that nothing can keep me away from Ani now.
Not his Jedi Code.
Not my office.
Nothing in the entire Republic.
At the same time, the heat I feel is balanced out by the calming cool of his hand. Durasteel, fleshless, inorganic, yet an extension of the man I love with my whole heart. I'm almost glad that he's not holding my hand with his flesh and blood one. That would surely be too much for me to handle- I might've ended up stripping him naked already- or just stripping myself naked for him.
One last deep breath, then I guide him up to the second floor of my lake house. I can wait until then, I tell myself. We've slept in this house before, but never in the same room, and never in the same bed. However, I know that we aren't going to be doing much sleeping in the near future, not if I have anything to say or do about it.
"Padmé," he whispers from behind me as I lead him upstairs and down the hall, his voice enough to raise the little hairs on the back of my neck.
Thank the Force he can't see my blush.
I pull him into my master suite at the end of the long hall, where the bed has suddenly gained entirely new meaning. I feel clammy and my fingers shake. I hope he can't feel it too keenly through his prosthetic.
"Let me just freshen up," I say, barely able to keep my knees from knocking out beneath me as I hurry to the 'fresher. I don't look back, though I can hear the bed shift as he sits down. Now there's no relaxing chill to offset the heat. There is only the lust that I've kept a leash on for so very long- yet not so very long at all, since we've only been reunited now for a couple of short weeks that surely feel a whole lot longer.
It was a difficult decision, but I think I've made the right choice. In more ways than one- in secretly marrying him, and in coming here to gain my composure for a minute and prepare for what's to come- or what I hope is about to come.
But I have one nagging fear. Will he be disappointed? I hope not, I think to myself as I strip out of my wedding dress here, instead of worrying myself to death as Ani does it out there. I'm not sure my heart could take it if I had to watch his face slowly change with disappointment as he looked upon my naked body and found it lacking.
Far better to get it over and done with in one fell swoop, lest we both set ourselves up for disappointment.
I look at myself in the mirror, forcing myself to wonder what he'd think of my form. I know I've never been very… large in the chest, not like my sister- or even my mother, but I find myself wondering exactly what kind of breasts Ani was into. Will he like mine? Will they be enough to make him happy? Or will they be lacking, and disappoint him? Even secretly? I'm sure there's one thing he won't expect, the silver nipple barbell piercings I have. I look at them in the mirror, my rosy pink nipples with the silver piercings, I think he'll like those, and I know I'll like the feeling of him flicking his tongue over them, sucking them into his mouth and rolling his tongue over it.
Steeling myself against the cold marble of the sink, I run my hands up and down my soft feminine curves, to try to put my anxiety out of my mind and allow myself to wonder what it would be like to have Ani making sweet, sweet love to me.
After this, I won't have to wonder any more.
I take one last deep breath and then step back into the bedroom, naked in every way, baring myself whole to the one and only love of my life- my husband. My nerves are tingling, torn apart by the utter chaos that is my rapidly beating heart. This is it, the moment of truth, when I see in his eyes whether it was all worth it.
Or if I made a terrible-
All thought's leave my mind as I find Ani perched on the edge of the bed. He's stunning, I think to myself as I take him in. His cloak is off, leaving his massive masculine form on full display for my admiration in his undergarments that hug his muscular frame as if they were stitched right around every muscled piece of him. After a moment of drinking in his shape and imagining what he might do to me with all of that strength, I note that he's gazing intently down at his hand, still unaware I'm here. It's a rare moment of vulnerability for him, and I don't want to interrupt, not even for this momentous occasion. He flexes those mechanical fingers, still not quite feeling one with his new limb.
"Ani," I murmur without meaning to.
He looks up, startled, then his eyes widen as he takes in my appearance. I'm just as naked and vulnerable as he is- in a sense, but he sees none of that. None of my vulnerability. In his gaze, I can only see absolute hunger and desire, the greed of his lust devouring me from afar. It's the deepest betrayal possible of his teachings- maybe not having sex per se, but in consummating his marriage, something he's strictly forbidden to do, but also the greatest affirmation of our love for one another.
My body cannot help but respond to him, and I feel as though I'm glowing beneath his heated stare. In this moment, I would do anything for him, anything in the galaxy.
Ani swallows, clearly holding back. His hands flex, as though he wants to reach out and touch me. I don't step closer, even though I could. I want him to make the first move. I know it might be selfish, but I've had a taste of his yearning for my naked body and now I want even more.
He surges to his feet in a blink of the eye, crossing the distance between us in an instant. Before I can even sigh in relief, he easily lifts me into his strong arms and whisks me straight back to the bed.
"Oh Ani…" it's all I can manage, breathlessly, as he lays me down and begins a slow, sensuous exploration of my body.
Of all the dreams I'd had of him as I writhed alone in this bed, this was the one I least expected to come true. I had anticipated a ravenous monster, eager to sate his own appetites, but instead I got a tender, caring, and attentive husband who's putting my needs before his own.
His fingers dance across my naked skin, as if memorizing every detail and curve like he would never have me again. There's something so precious about the absolute adoration in his gaze that I don't have the heart to ask him to hurry up. He may be satisfied with this slower pace, but I burn to have him inside me. Now that I know how he feels about my body and my breasts in particular, I can only wait so long and burn in lust and desire.
But there's no need. Ani's self-restraint can only last so long, and soon enough, his desires are too much for his Jedi training to hold back. His hands grow restless as he feels me, caresses me, gropes me. His touch is insistent, demanding more and more, and I want to give it all to him. Everything that I have, I want him to know and love.
"I want to see you naked too," I venture as he finally reaches my breasts.
His lips quirk into a smile. "Of course. But first…"
His tongue is merciless. I've never felt something as exhilarating and breathtaking as his kiss upon my breast, a thought that lasts exactly as long as it takes for his hand of flesh and blood to press between my legs. The barrage of sensations, above and below, makes me squirm beneath him. The cold of his durasteel settles on my shoulder, as if holding me in place, only lightly pressing, providing the most wondrous juxtaposition of feelings.
The chilly air, the heat of his hoarse breathing.
The robotic perfection of his hand, the pulsing, imperfect, incredibly heat of his living, breathing body.
I want- no, I need him.
Just when I can't handle any more waiting, he pulls away, but before I can complain, he begins to strip himself bare.
He offers all the sensuality that I denied him, all the pageantry of a slow disrobing. He grins with each piece of fabric that hits the floor. Even now, I can see him growing more and more comfortable with his body, with his new hand.
Before, I can now confess that I only saw it as an inferior replacement and a tragedy that must be endured.
Now though…now I can envision exactly what it might do and how it might be something worth loving on its own merits. What would it feel like to have him hold me with that cold durasteel while he slides the other down between my legs?
The strength, the power, the lovingness…it's all too much to imagine. I feel myself whimper, but I'm far past caring about how exposed and silly I look or sound.
And then he's naked, in all his masculine glory.
He's my own private warrior, my bodyguard, my everything. I know that even if he didn't have the Force, he was still more than enough to keep me safe. I've never opened myself to another man, not in this way, but I will for Ani.
Always for Ani.
All other thoughts flee my head as the last piece drifts down. Where had he been hiding that absolute behemoth of a member? Before this, I'd only know what they looked like in an academic sense. Now, as I look upon his frightfully eager manhood, I can't help but wonder if it will even fit.
"It's pointing at me, Ani." I know it sounds inane, but it's all I can think to say.
Anakin laughs, husky and melodic and beautiful and then he steps closer. I can reach out and touch it, but I don't dare.
"It's alright, Padmé. You can touch it- I- I want you to touch me."
His words release me from my prison. I'm tentative at first, just grazing the length with my fingers, but soon I'm testing to see exactly how it fits in my hand. Perfectly, as it turns out.
I beckon him down to the bed beside me. I want him to lie down so that I can explore him the same way he explored me. I want to feel every bit of him, to see and feel everything that has been kept from me for so long. I've dreamt of this day, but to have it finally at hand, literally…is beyond words. I thought I had lusted after Ani's body before, but now I realize what a superficial feeling that had really been. I hadn't known what was lurking underneath his robes, and my imagination had been a vague, ephemeral thing. Now though, I know exactly what he has to offer, and I want it all.
"I want you," I whisper from so close that I can watch his Adam's apple bob in response. To know that I can make him swallow in anticipation is an aphrodisiac beyond comparison.
He's forceful as he flips me onto my back, supplementing his natural strength with a little something extra. Never before had I imagined this particular use of his abilities.
As he looms over me, I hold my breath. It's so big, lurking just out of my sight, but I can feel it warm and hard against my thigh. How will it possibly fit? There's no way. It simply won't—
"Oh Force, Ani…"
It stretches me. I feel myself expanding rapidly to accommodate such a long, thick, girthy, magnificent cock. Everything feels like it's splitting apart inside me, but at the same time, everything feels like its coming together in a way it never has before. I'm one, at last, with the man I love, and I can't imagine how it could possibly get any better.
And then Ani began to move.
His rocking, rhythmic motion shatters me, reducing me to a moaning mess of writhing flesh in an instant. He's so big, so all-encompassing that I can't even begin to think any coherent thoughts.
"Padmé, you're even tighter than I thought. Force- so wet, so hot…how can you feel so good wrapped around me?"
I can't help it. A whimper builds into a cry, a scream. I'm breaking beneath him, falling to pieces, and he's holding me together. It's the most wonderful, incredible thing I've ever felt in my life. Before this, I knew what sex was like, at least, what I heard and read, the initial awkwardness, discomfort, how it might feel...it might be an awkward and discomfort feeling, at first, but it also feels amazing. He and I connecting in such an intimate, physical way that encompasses feelings I never knew existed before now and I can't wait to experience what else I've- we've been missing.
As Ani surges into me, takes me, I promise to myself that we're going to do this every day, every night, until we're both old and gray. I have no idea if I say the words aloud, but he responds as if I had. He grins ferociously, channeling all that passion that the Jedi never allowed him. It's exciting to know how forbidden this moment is, to be his outlet, to know that I'm tempting him away in harmless ways.
"I love you, Ani," I whisper as he falls down upon me, his metallic hand brushing the hair from my eyes.
"And I love you, Padmé, no matter what the Jedi Code may say." There's a fire in his eyes that I don't want to ever see go out.
And as I shatter all around him, and he grunts as he fills me with his seed, I know that until the end, I will be his, and he will be mine.
Always and forever.
Until death do us part.
I hope you liked this one-shot! I just want to say that this story will be the start of a new little alternate universe that I'm in the process of making. I might end up adding other one-shots here to this story of some of their stolen moments throughout the Clone Wars, all of an M rated nature, or maybe even more of their private honeymoon and exploration of one another... I'm also working on a story set after ROTS in this alternate timeline I'm making, I won't go much into it, just to say that that story will be set in this same timeline, just as anything and everything else I write will be.
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