Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Star Wars characters, they belong to Lucas!!!!!!!
I no own, so you no sue.
Authors Note: What if Anakin's mother hadn't died in the Raiders camp ? What if he hadn't lost his arm in the fight with Tyranus?
My thoughts on how things would have then worked out after Anakin's and Padmé's wedding.
There will be 2 parts to this: After their wedding, and going back to Tatooine to see his mother and how she's healing.
With Changes
Part One: The First Night of Marriage.
Part One: The First Night of Marriage.
Anakin leaned back on the soft pillows of the hotel bed that he would be sharing with his new wife for this night. His mind flew with so many thoughts that even The Force couldn't help him quiet them. Anakin was nervous, scared, and extremely happy all at the same time. Hell, the woman whom he had loved since he was nine had told him that his feelings were in fact, returned in kind, and had married him only a little over an hour ago, with R2-D2 and C3PO as the witnesses. His nervousness came from the thought of what was going to transpire in a few moments, once Padmé came out from the 'fresher. He had talked to her earlier, telling her that they didn't have to complete their martial bond right away, that they could wait until she felt the right time was. Where upon she had looked him straight in the eyes, taken his padawan braid into her hand, and used her more authoritative voice to tell him that she could not, and would not wait.
Her boldness had surprised him, but he had not hesitated to agree, knowing himself to want exactly what she did.
His fear came from knowing that this would be his first time with anyone, and from his inexperience. Outcome after outcome ran through his head with Padmé always chiding him and laughing at it. He tried his best to push those thoughts out of his head and he readjusted his position on the large bed to get more comfortable. It seemed like Padmé was taking an eternity to get ready.
Anakin was just about to get up and knock on the fresher door when it hissed and slid open. In the door stood what Anakin could only describe as an angel. Clad in a white silk gown that was tied together at the side by long pieces of thin white lace and reached just barely to her knee, Padmé was a dream in white.
She ran her hand down the front of the gown, smoothing out the nonexistent wrinkles, keeping her eyes shyly downwards, she was just as nervous about this as he was.
She moved toward the foot of the bed and sat down, her bravado from after the wedding ceremony had dampened slightly, she was afraid that Anakin would laugh at her attempts to please him. Surely being a Jedi padawan and going from planet to planet and meeting so many people, he was probably far more experienced in these sorts of things than she. Her shoulders were shaking slightly, and she found it hard to remove her eyes from her hands which were resting in her lap.
Anakin's let out a long breath, which he hadn't even known he had been holding. It was true, it was no dream, he was married now to the most beautiful woman in all the Republic. No, the entire universe and all its stars. He hesitantly leaned forward and reached a hand out. He could feel some of the nervousness leave her body as the back of his and ran across her shoulders. On his knees he crawled down toward her, his hand resting lightly on her shoulder.
She took a deep breath, her hands gripping the blanket underneath her. His touch was soothing and exciting at the same time, even though it was light, it felt like it was setting her aflame. His other hand came to rest onto of hers, his thumb running along her knuckles.
"You look as beautiful as always, Padmé." His voice was husky, his breath tickling her ear and stirring small wisps of hair around it. Her voice wouldn't function to form a response and her heart was beating at light speed.
"Force, I can't believe we're actually married. I never though I would ever be blessed with as much luck as I have received as of late." His lips were light and warm against the skin below her ear, his one hand holding her, while his other arm moved down and encircled her waist. Padmé closed her eyes and brought her free hand to rest on his arm, while his lips pressed open, wet kisses along her neck and shoulders.
He was gentle with her as he let his lips roam her smooth neck, her body leaning back against his, her soft hands. It was almost too much for him, and was taking ever midichlorian in is blood not to press her back into the soft bed and attack her with all his desire.
Padmés breathing was ragged, she needed to feel his lips on her, his body pressed firmly against her own, and she needed it now. Summoning up all her willpower and strength, she eased herself around until she was facing him completely, his eyes burning into hers with their intense blue gaze. Quickly and before fear could once again set in for her, she took hold of his braid as she had earlier and pulled him to her, crushing their lips together.
Anakins eyes widened in slight surprise at her forcefulness as her tongue worked its way past his lis and teeth, brushing tentatively against his. Her hand releasing his braid and pushing him back until he was sitting, her lips never leaving his, as if air was not needed.
Anakins hands grabbed greedily at the fabric around her hips, his fingers brushing over her bottom, sending a shiver up her spine. Padmé made a whimper of protest as Anakin pulled his mouth from their heavy kiss, only to sigh when he immediately began to attack the hallow of her throat and her collar bone with a vengeance.
He easily lifted her off his lap and turned around, letting her drop onto her back, pillows and blankets softening the landing. Anakins strong hands found the hem of her gown as his lips brushed over the top of her breast bone over and over again.
"Oh Ani." Padmés hands wove themselves into his hair, holding his head firmly, as Anakins began to role the silky material up and off of her thighs, over her flat stomach, and her breasts, only pulling his lips away long enough to fully remove her gown, and to find that she wore nothing underneath.
"Trying to tease me Padmé?" He asked, looking up at her, his eyes full of desire, love, and need.
" No, I would be too frightened to tease, a Jedi." She spoke breathlessly, pulling him down for another soul searing kiss, while her other hand slowly moved past the ties of his pants.
~~~~~~~
He sounds of the Nubian nocturnal animals drifted through the open window of the newly weds room, reaching the tired sweaty couple cuddled under the thin sheet, the blankets from the bed all around them, some even on the floor.
Padmé snuggled into the crook of his shoulder, one hand pillowing her head while the other ran lightly over her husbands' chest. The tired smile that ran across her tender lips matches the one on Anakins, his arms securely wrapped around her, never wanting to let her go. Padmés hand stopped running across his broad chest and rested on it lightly, her eyes drifting closed.
"I love you, Anakin Skywalker." She yawned, eyes closed in peaceful bliss.
Anakin smiled down at her, pulling her tighter to him and placing a light kiss on the top of her head before letting his eyes drift closed.
"I love you too, Padmé Naberrie Skywalker."
With that, the two of them drifted off to sleep, without a worry, and with nothing mattering more than being together.
THE END
Inu-Ona-Sama
Note: Look for Part 2 in 2-3 weeks, and possible NC-17 version of this fic.
I no own, so you no sue.
Authors Note: What if Anakin's mother hadn't died in the Raiders camp ? What if he hadn't lost his arm in the fight with Tyranus?
My thoughts on how things would have then worked out after Anakin's and Padmé's wedding.
There will be 2 parts to this: After their wedding, and going back to Tatooine to see his mother and how she's healing.
With Changes
Part One: The First Night of Marriage.
Part One: The First Night of Marriage.
Anakin leaned back on the soft pillows of the hotel bed that he would be sharing with his new wife for this night. His mind flew with so many thoughts that even The Force couldn't help him quiet them. Anakin was nervous, scared, and extremely happy all at the same time. Hell, the woman whom he had loved since he was nine had told him that his feelings were in fact, returned in kind, and had married him only a little over an hour ago, with R2-D2 and C3PO as the witnesses. His nervousness came from the thought of what was going to transpire in a few moments, once Padmé came out from the 'fresher. He had talked to her earlier, telling her that they didn't have to complete their martial bond right away, that they could wait until she felt the right time was. Where upon she had looked him straight in the eyes, taken his padawan braid into her hand, and used her more authoritative voice to tell him that she could not, and would not wait.
Her boldness had surprised him, but he had not hesitated to agree, knowing himself to want exactly what she did.
His fear came from knowing that this would be his first time with anyone, and from his inexperience. Outcome after outcome ran through his head with Padmé always chiding him and laughing at it. He tried his best to push those thoughts out of his head and he readjusted his position on the large bed to get more comfortable. It seemed like Padmé was taking an eternity to get ready.
Anakin was just about to get up and knock on the fresher door when it hissed and slid open. In the door stood what Anakin could only describe as an angel. Clad in a white silk gown that was tied together at the side by long pieces of thin white lace and reached just barely to her knee, Padmé was a dream in white.
She ran her hand down the front of the gown, smoothing out the nonexistent wrinkles, keeping her eyes shyly downwards, she was just as nervous about this as he was.
She moved toward the foot of the bed and sat down, her bravado from after the wedding ceremony had dampened slightly, she was afraid that Anakin would laugh at her attempts to please him. Surely being a Jedi padawan and going from planet to planet and meeting so many people, he was probably far more experienced in these sorts of things than she. Her shoulders were shaking slightly, and she found it hard to remove her eyes from her hands which were resting in her lap.
Anakin's let out a long breath, which he hadn't even known he had been holding. It was true, it was no dream, he was married now to the most beautiful woman in all the Republic. No, the entire universe and all its stars. He hesitantly leaned forward and reached a hand out. He could feel some of the nervousness leave her body as the back of his and ran across her shoulders. On his knees he crawled down toward her, his hand resting lightly on her shoulder.
She took a deep breath, her hands gripping the blanket underneath her. His touch was soothing and exciting at the same time, even though it was light, it felt like it was setting her aflame. His other hand came to rest onto of hers, his thumb running along her knuckles.
"You look as beautiful as always, Padmé." His voice was husky, his breath tickling her ear and stirring small wisps of hair around it. Her voice wouldn't function to form a response and her heart was beating at light speed.
"Force, I can't believe we're actually married. I never though I would ever be blessed with as much luck as I have received as of late." His lips were light and warm against the skin below her ear, his one hand holding her, while his other arm moved down and encircled her waist. Padmé closed her eyes and brought her free hand to rest on his arm, while his lips pressed open, wet kisses along her neck and shoulders.
He was gentle with her as he let his lips roam her smooth neck, her body leaning back against his, her soft hands. It was almost too much for him, and was taking ever midichlorian in is blood not to press her back into the soft bed and attack her with all his desire.
Padmés breathing was ragged, she needed to feel his lips on her, his body pressed firmly against her own, and she needed it now. Summoning up all her willpower and strength, she eased herself around until she was facing him completely, his eyes burning into hers with their intense blue gaze. Quickly and before fear could once again set in for her, she took hold of his braid as she had earlier and pulled him to her, crushing their lips together.
Anakins eyes widened in slight surprise at her forcefulness as her tongue worked its way past his lis and teeth, brushing tentatively against his. Her hand releasing his braid and pushing him back until he was sitting, her lips never leaving his, as if air was not needed.
Anakins hands grabbed greedily at the fabric around her hips, his fingers brushing over her bottom, sending a shiver up her spine. Padmé made a whimper of protest as Anakin pulled his mouth from their heavy kiss, only to sigh when he immediately began to attack the hallow of her throat and her collar bone with a vengeance.
He easily lifted her off his lap and turned around, letting her drop onto her back, pillows and blankets softening the landing. Anakins strong hands found the hem of her gown as his lips brushed over the top of her breast bone over and over again.
"Oh Ani." Padmés hands wove themselves into his hair, holding his head firmly, as Anakins began to role the silky material up and off of her thighs, over her flat stomach, and her breasts, only pulling his lips away long enough to fully remove her gown, and to find that she wore nothing underneath.
"Trying to tease me Padmé?" He asked, looking up at her, his eyes full of desire, love, and need.
" No, I would be too frightened to tease, a Jedi." She spoke breathlessly, pulling him down for another soul searing kiss, while her other hand slowly moved past the ties of his pants.
~~~~~~~
He sounds of the Nubian nocturnal animals drifted through the open window of the newly weds room, reaching the tired sweaty couple cuddled under the thin sheet, the blankets from the bed all around them, some even on the floor.
Padmé snuggled into the crook of his shoulder, one hand pillowing her head while the other ran lightly over her husbands' chest. The tired smile that ran across her tender lips matches the one on Anakins, his arms securely wrapped around her, never wanting to let her go. Padmés hand stopped running across his broad chest and rested on it lightly, her eyes drifting closed.
"I love you, Anakin Skywalker." She yawned, eyes closed in peaceful bliss.
Anakin smiled down at her, pulling her tighter to him and placing a light kiss on the top of her head before letting his eyes drift closed.
"I love you too, Padmé Naberrie Skywalker."
With that, the two of them drifted off to sleep, without a worry, and with nothing mattering more than being together.
THE END
Inu-Ona-Sama
Note: Look for Part 2 in 2-3 weeks, and possible NC-17 version of this fic.