Warnings: explicit sexual content, medical themes
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Chapter 5
Anakin was situated in his favorite location: between Padmè's bare legs.
The couple were both in an afterglow stupor. Warm, safe, satisfied, together- everything they could ever want.
He nuzzled his cheek on her bare belly, bringing his chin up. His gaze lazily shifted up. Across her naked breasts, erect nipples, clavicle, neck, and to her eyes.
Her pupils were dilated, her face absent of its constant tension and cheeks flushed. She had a half smile. Her lovesick eyes had been just as lazily staring at him the last few moments. Her right hand rested on the back of his head. Tingling fingers combed through his slightly wavy locks. She noted how his hair had grown, how it fell and slipped through her fingers. "I love you," she hummed for the hundredth time that love making session.
"I love you," he replied in equal utterance of the declaration. Anakin then placed unhurried kisses on her stomach. His left hand coiled up her accessible waist and back. His mechanical fingers lanced betwixt hers clasped tighter.
Her eyes closed as she relished his worship. When they opened, she looked around the room. "Coming here was a great idea. I'm so glad you finally had the courage to ask," she coyly proclaimed.
He hummed against her skin in agreement. It was such a privilege to lie in her bed, but to have her in his at the Temple, was something else entirely.
Anakin was nearly shocked when she had not needed to be convinced. In fact, she had brought her entrapping mouth up to his curious ear and claimed she had wanted to do the same thing for years now. "Who would've thought my beloved wife could be so naughty," he breathed against her skin.
"Well, I guess we've always been a couple drawn to the taboo and forbidden," she bantered. She sighed with pleasure as his left hand grazed down to her ass, and scooped the plumb flesh into his grasp.
He chuckled and scooted his naked self backwards. His wicked eyes met hers and he positioned himself on all fours.
She caught a glimpse of his perfect glutes and behind as he positioned himself. Her eyebrows raised in near challenge. They had been at this sweet, heated lovemaking for hours now, and he wanted to go again?
His lips trailed along an invisible line from her bellybutton, to the beginning of her pelvis where her womb dwelled below the skin he lit on fire. Anakin's hands grasped her hips, arms weaved under her thighs and knees he coaxed to position.
Her relaxed body still rose to meet his lips. Her breath caught in her throat as he finessed points on her body he had learned pleased her. Pleasure points he knew how to tease, tickle, excite, and use to drive her to madness. She felt his wet tongue and love-swollen lips move lower, and lower, onto her mons pubis.
He lingered there, worshiping her devine. The sacred flesh only he had touched in such a way, the groomed patch of pubic hair that were wicks to her scent. Her taste, her warmth, her smell inebriated his senses. The earthy, fertile musk of their previous love making and the sharp, spiced smell of her renewed arousal intoxicated him. He took a deep breath of it, before lapping his skilled tongue to her swollen prepudice of clitoris and then clitorial head.
A hot gasp escaped Padmè before she could register what happened. His movements had been so languished and unfocused. The pointed attack to the pleasure bundle of nerves took her by surprise. "Ani!" she gasped as his hot mouth skillfully danced upon her clit.
He was encouraged and continued. His jaw ached from their previous torrid affairs, and even his tongue seemed spent. But he would press forward.
Both spouses knew they had not gone this long before. The couple both shared five orgasms each, and Skywalker had pleasured seven more from his lover during the duration. Their new conjoined record after years of marriage. Their curious minds, flooded by lust and love, pondered if it was possible to pleasure further.
"How can your pussy be so perfect?" he exclaimed. He took a moment to just stare as he breathed, adjusting his position slightly.
Amidala was convinced she was exhausted, but the extra pleasure was not unappreciated. "Ani, I'm not sure I can muster another one. I believe I'm… pos..itive…ly… spent! Oh!" Her sentence began breathy, and ended incoherent.
Skywalker accepted the challenge. He plunged two fingers from his dominant hand into her vagina. Easily finding her g-spot's memorized location.
The cold metallic fingers sent a zing of energy, her boggled senses focused on the location. As if given a shot of caf. A raspy call of femanine pleasure verberated through the space. Thank the Force, the entire Jedi Temple and all quarters was sound proofed for the meditating members on a bustling city planet.
"Oh, I'm so close!" she cried. Her hands shaped around his skull, fingertips pressing into his scalp. Her fatigued, sex chaffed thighs trembled and squeezed impassionedly around his head.
Those were the last coherent words she uttered while he brought on her twelfth wave of an orgasm. Skywalker knew her tells, felt her interior muscles clench around his welcomed fingers. His tongue lapped up her squirting fluids. His confidence was so high he knew he could tease her right before he brought her past the brink. He could play and toy, not just go straight for the finish.
Her gasps, moans and her screams fueled him onwards. He reveled cockily in his ability to please her.
He had memorized her different orgasms. Her silent ones, where her eyelids and muscles fluttered. Ones that took her by complete surprise and she gasped at. The ones where her entire being clenched, her eyes shut tight, right before a thankful sigh of relief. When she would have multiples close together and moan long and hard. And yes, he knew her screamer orgasms.
This particular one was special, this one was so long after her critical senses left. This one was so… pure and languished.
They were not desperately fucking after months apart. They were not kindly toiled together at the apartment after a sweet lovemaking session. They were not biting their lips together and covering each other's mouths while they quickly joined in a tucked away place in the Senate, or wherever they ended up together with a moment alone.
The intimate time together was after years of hard and happy marriage. Years of war, of secrets, of death, of hate. They had weeks of being together. And they snuck into the most sacred Temple. Into his meek, sparse quarters. When hours of lovemaking and worshiping each other had proved so fruitful for them. It taken them spiritually, emotionally, and physically to new levels.
And so many beings said marriage drained sex and intimacy. That the peak was the honeymoon phase.
Force, did they ever leave that stage? Did they find something above it?
She came with a scream of positive pleasure and surrender.
He continued conducting, sucking and kissing as she wound down from the experience.
Her backside found the bed again and she panted, eyes barely open. "Force, I don't believe it," she breathily awed. Padmè swore if ever there were a tense muscle in her body, it had finally been eradicated. Her body had never felt so loose, so relaxed, so dazed. Force, she would swear she was drunk and high off recreational drugs.
Anakin made it to his hands and knees, once his mind cleared of her haze. Ever since their first time together, they noticed they shared an interesting… connection . Whenever they orgasmed or were sexually pleasure, the other felt it in their mind. A partner's orgasm was one for themselves. In some Force driven way: they were one.
He climbed over her, following the same invisible line that followed her spine, crown to tailbone. Finally, his lips made it to her mouth. They shared an unhurried, messy kiss.
Padmè could taste herself on his lips. She ate at the kiss, now utterly spent in a bliss unlike any other.
Anakin rolled over to the side and spooned up next to her singing body.
"My lover, Erosi," she titled. In her Nubian culture, Erosi was the Light Goddess, Pamé's, favorite male lover. They spend eternity making love in the stars and constellations in Naboo's heavens. He is the only male god of the religion. He is the god of masculine lovemaking, of generosity, and of highest sexual, emotional, and spiritual companionship. Erosi set the standard for males of Naboo, especially as lovers.
Skywalker, well versed on his life-companion's culture and religion, smiled wide. "Anything for my goddess, and equally generous lover," he complimented back in a purr. His ego was massively bolstered by this entitlement from the Nubian: Senator and former Queen. In fact her name was a derivative of the Nubian Light Goddess Pamé. "I'll gladly be your Erosi." He nuzzled into her dark curls. Beyond satisfied and assured he was a good lover.
She curled up into his chest and they twined their limbs together.
Everything was harmonious as they, exhausted, drifted into a deep sleep.
That was the dream Anakin Skywalker had after three days of no rest. Not truly a dream, as it was a memory. It was the last time he and Padmè had been together. Sometime during those two weeks, or perhaps even during that sexually spiritual session, was when the twins were conceived.
The general awoke in need of a cold shower. One reason being he had not showered in, honestly he was not sure if it was five or six standard rotations, and two because of his coursing arousal from the hallowed memories he relived.
He had done a sonic shower, of course, and a sterilizing shower before coming into the Senator's hospital suite. But he had not taken a true moment to himself. Had not cleansed, only sterilized and washed off Padmè's blood.
While in the shower, he pondered the miraculous existence of his twins. He had gotten a vasectomy shortly after the war started. For Jedi, it was not unusual to sterilize oneself, especially during a war time. The Order encouraged it and almost mandated it.
Throughout the history of the Jedi, many had been captured and killed via reproductive experimentation. Jedi were considered invisible for millenia. If Force-sensitives could be replicated, or cloned, one could have their own personal army of elite warriors. Enhanced in every way, beyond what even the best cloners could modify. An invincible, unstoppable army with legal loopholes to completely own: body, mind, and spirit.
That was the thought, at least.
Luckily, Force sensitives and midi-chlorian presence in the blood was unpredictable. There are ancient texts, very primitive, in how it was possible, but they were deemed myth by the Council and Order.
Jedi had hundreds of years of evidence on what can happen when trying to artificially make a Force sensitive. Horrors, loss or lives, and unbelievable records of what happens when one goes against the Will of the Force. Unnatural, heinous things.
So, once the war started, sterilization or ways to prevent pregnancy were enacted by the Order. It was common knowledge that Jedi could not bare or sire. This kept the Order safer and made the sick monopolizing ideas squashed before pondered.
For Anakin, it served much more practically. He and Padmè discussed children. Skywalker knew she wanted them, and he was more than happy to give them to her. He would leave the Order the second she asked. But, true to her stubborn nature, she refused.
Amidala spoke of duties, responsibilities to the Republic cause. How she would not allow him to give up his future for her. She envisioned he was enough, their union was enough. Children could come after the war ended. Skywalker agreed with her wishes, emphasizing that she just needed to say the word; he would be overjoyed to be a father and spouse. To relinquish his Jedi life.
Skywalker knew there were incredibly small chances of a pregnancy despite his procedure. The young couple willingly took the "gamble", scoffing at its impossibility. Perhaps both deep down hoped. For if they used another method on top of his reversible birth-control, the odds did not exist. Guaranteed no children. But they felt no true need.
Maybe he and his spouse secretly prayed for a child and found comfort in the ridiculously small possibility.
Not so small at all, for them.
Skywalker awed at the seemingly mathematically impossible chance for not one child of thaumaturgy, but fraternal twins. He believed nothing happened by accident, that all things were the Will of the Force.
His children truly were miracles and blessings.
After his contemplative cool down, Anakin went to the suite's guest social area. He rubbed his dripping hair with a towel as he exited. It was nice to change into clean clothes and to be clean. A pleasure that eased his stress.
The provided hygiene items were luxurious, and no doubt exuberantly expensive. They were even customized to the patient and anticipated guests: Nubian sourced shampoos, floral extracts, wood oils, and waterfall essences. It was divine, and had Skywalker never used his life-partner's shampoos, conditioners, body washes, and lotions, this would be the best his hair and skin had ever been.
It was a guilty, sneaky piece of home he would smuggle with him on missions. The smell of her, the memories of her in the aromatic, familiar scents and products. However, over the last ten standard months he had run out of his supply. Forced back to standard Jedi, and worse, Republic Standard "hygienic lathers"; quite near acid and chemical waste, in his opinion.
To have the proper care and topical nutrient and vitamin concoctions again soothed some of his stress, took him further from the battlefield.
He went towards the nursery area of Padmé's medical room. It was less a "room" and actually more about the size of a large family apartment on Coruscant. The designated nursery area was rather adorable, he must admit. Skywalker was grateful he had some input on the offerings provided.
The colors throughout the entire suite, decorated by a renowned Nubian designer the Jedi could not remember, was white and creams. Mosaic tiled floors and decorative walls added deep blues and yellows. Pillars and archways were carved with Naboo traditional patterns, swirling, soft and connected. In the corner by slide opening glass-doors, was the twin's nursery corner.
Two white and cream cradles, backed together. A rocking chair, changing table, and place to refrigerate and heat the milk. There was a soft geometric rug making the space more yellow and cream. In the corner was a giant white loth-cat plush. Also, besides the rocking chair he frequented, were piles of pillows to aid in holding and feeding his little ones. Atop a pile was "Leia's" favorite fascination: a small white loth-cat toy that rattled. Luke was much more interested in touch and cuddles than any object.
It was a sweet, peaceful place. It still felt distant enough to save space for the nursery he and his life-partner would create together. It worked well with the suite, it was obviously Naboo in nature. Though it was functional enough to not be the room he hoped to collaborate on, to truly make his family's.
Skywalker was not sure if nesting in humans went beyond the birther, but he felt particular about the twin's space. Anakin fussed with folding their little clothes, organizing diapers and storage. He fussed, preened, and shifted the space often. The designer worked with Skywalker. The Jedi, who had not decorated before, obsessed over the objects, safety ratings, what felt right to him in space, and so on. Perhaps birthing partners do nest?
Now that he was going to be sleeping in his room, he realized he needed a twin set-up in there, as well. Especially with the Naberries arriving.
Luckily, he could.
Senator Amidala was a proactive and thoughtful person. She was not a pessimist, though she was always one to cover every foreseeable outcome.
To her spouse's surprise, she had given him medical clearance of the highest level in her medical legalities. Tactfully, she quietly gave him full power of medical attorney for herself and child (twins by legal default). Full access to medical records, and was to be contacted in case of emergency.
He was given full custody of any child in full. In the event of inability to make medical decisions, he could. Not only that, but she thoroughly went through her advanced directive of medical intervention, or lack of.
In case of death, he was to be given full custody of children, all property and wealth.
Jedi General Skywalker had more legal standing than her family.
Skywalker noted she must have made the arrangements while pregnant.
Her medical, security, and handmaiden team seemed unfazed, though he could sense their questions.
Anakin was relieved she had done all the work. He was not surprised though. Once Padmè's lawyer approached him and meticulously went through all she had arranged, he bitterly smiled.
Of course she would have done all this.
If she had not, he would not even be able to be within her hospital suite, let alone care for and claim his children.
As he stepped up the few short steps to her medical room, he noticed her curtains were drawn. Anakin checked his chronometer: it was time for her hygienic morning care.
Every day, droids and an overseeing her team of nurses and one of her doctors came in. The bed was lowered into the floor mechanically, and a zero gravity of the space was turned on. This way, their patient was easy to change, wash, and examine. They also performed some physical therapy and massage on her to prevent and alleviate any muscular atrophy. Her hair and body were washed and cared for with skin care routines. Her hair professionally cared for and braided.
When they finished, they would lift the bed, return their patient to the bed, and turn off the zero gravity. Her curtains would open, and this was the most busy part of her day.
Otherwise, she was cared for and monitored by droids and her team. Turning, medicating, observing, and testing was scattered throughout the rest of her day.
Not that she knew what was happening, not that she was actively involved.
He went up to one of the twin's caretaker droids, and inquired about the care they had received. They still needed their morning feeding, to which he was grateful.
The new father enjoyed tending to his children's needs. Treasured time to bond and connect with them.
During this terrifying chaos of his spouse's condition, he clung to how he could do these tasks, he could find solace in their care. Especially since their mother's care and condition was so beyond his control.
Skywalker picked up his children, now getting the skill of it, and sat in the chair. A droid, familiar with this routine, assisted him with optimal infant positioning. A pillow was deployed, and the little hungry infants readied for their meals.
Once the milk was properly heated and cooled, their feeding began.
Anakin felt such peace watching them eat. The sound of their hungry noises and sucking, the comfort of them in his hold, their bright beacons in the force- all this soothed him greatly.
His twin stars.
Once they were content and gently burped, they slept, as newborns often do.
Anakin went to the ornately carved chairs between the twins, on of the medical team's doors, and his life-partner's bed. Dark woods and emerald green cushions, surrounding a dark-wood carved and inlaid with the Naboo system. All the research, datadisks, and scribbled notes were on the chairs and table, even overflowing to a container on the floor.
Medical data was tedious, especially when the patient had every imaginable test. Senator Amidala had a vast amount of medical information on her. The invasive organism within her was novel, the medical team knew that much. Though they compared it to anything slightly close to what was recorded.
Despite this, they were unable to discover anything else.
Skywalker had been running some medical information through the medical system at the Jedi Archives. The simulations and evaluations began last night, and needed a full rotation to go through analytics.
Skywalker was intrigued with the notification it had said completed. He opened the data, and dutifully took in the information. It was then he noticed a peculiar reading: unidentifiable, possible midi-chlorian origin.
Sparks flew and he activated a 3D hologram of the invasive species festering in Padmè's womb. He input the midi-chlorian organism overlay, and interacted with the projection. It clipped to parts of the original infection, and drew away sixty percent midi-chlorian cellular makeup.
Progress, Force, there was progress!
This was Force in nature?
He ran the test on remaining unknown organism, which was faster to be identified:
- Unknown [possible midi-chlorian in organism]: 22% of makeup,
- Neux venom: 11% of makeup
- Synthetic Zebrack hormones: 6% makeup
- DNA and cells of host: 1%
The general rubbed his hand over his mouth. Relieved tears pooled in his lower eyelid.
They had something!
Skywalker knew little about unusual Force cells. He did not even know it was possible. The Neux venom must have been what lingered in her system from her wounds in the Geonosis arena. Healers had mentioned how there was venom left, though as long as Padmè was healthy, it could not elicit symptoms. The synthetic Zebrack hormones was what was cruelly used on her as an unethical and inhuman birth accelerant.
Somehow, all these toxins had interacted with or altered midi-chlorian cells, and made it so disastrous.
He had to bring this information to his spouse's medical team. Also the Hall of Healing in the Temple. They may know more about the midi-chlorian abnormalities. Skywalker forwarded the information immediately.
Despite this breakthrough, Anakin's heart rapidly sank. His senses told him darkness and difficulty was on the horizon.
Notes:
Important: I wanted to add that: while writing, I in no way "imagined", "envisioned", or "used for reference" the real people and actors who portrayed the characters (Natalie Portman & Hayden Christensen) during the sex scene. These are human beings who deserve respect and humane treatment. I imagined the characters, classical art ideas, and personal ideas to describe and visualize the scene. Please, treat the human beings who have so wonderfully provided these characters, with respect and dignity. They, as any human being, are not to be sexually exploited.
With that being said, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Reviews are so welcomed! Same with favorites and follows.
Until next time!