Warning for suggestive language.
Padmé moans into their kiss, her heart beating fast and her skin hot with sweat. They haven't done much, in all honesty. Neither of them have even taken off their clothes, but kissing like this always gets her worked up.
She breaks away to breathe, taking in as much air as she can. Anakin does as well, his half-lidded eyes searching her face all the while.
He doesn't speak during this time. Not like he usually does. Instead, his metal hand slides against the nape of her neck, pulling her into another kiss. To her surprise, this one is much softer. Slower.
It feels less like a heated make out session and more like they're falling in love again. His lips move sluggishly against hers, making her heart flutter in an entirely different way.
She likes this a lot.
They kiss for longer this time, taking quick breaths between particularly deep kisses. Padmé finds it wonderful just to lay Will her husband, his clever tongue making her light headed.
The kiss gets slower and slower. They take their time now, really feeling each other. It's a little too slow for her own taste, but she's willing to settle for this until they pick up again.
After all, Anakin has always been good at keeping things different.
Padmé's romantic mind falters when his lips stop completely. They're still touching, just…not doing anything. Padmé tries to deepen the kiss but he still does my reciprocate. It's enough to make her pull away.
"Anakin?" She asks, opening her eyes for the first time in what feels like forever. And when she sees him, she nearly laughs.
He fell asleep. His eyes are closed and his face slack with exhaustion. He breathes deeply, a slight snore joining it every so often.
Padmé untangles her arms from around and turns over onto her back. He fell asleep.
Turning back to him, Padmé traces the lines of his face. He seems to get older every time he comes back to Coruscant. More scars, more worries, more nightmares. And always deep bags under his eyes.
"Oh, Anakin." She whispers into the night, her fingers tucking a loose strand of hair behind his ear. It's getting longer and she thinks she likes it that way.
Well, perhaps she can't be upset with him for sleeping. It is late and he just got back from a long mission. He deserves the rest, even if it comes at the cost of their own time. His health is more important.
"Good night." She kisses his forehead, then turns again, letting herself fall into a peaceful sleep. Maybe they'll try again tomorrow.
