Knights and Eros Bound
Chapter 7
Thankfully, there was a speeder waiting for them at the transport center, and Anakin and Padmé entered it with almost undue haste. Anakin resisted the urge to tear down the security cam as Padmé quickly placed the blanket back over their lap. She promptly slipped her hand onto his thigh, causing Anakin to gasp.
"Padmé!" he gasped and she giggled.
"Pocket…" she whispered and without further prompting, he slid his hand into the slit in the dress, only to meet bare flesh.
"No pocket!" The reply was almost a whimper.
"Of course not…" Padmé whispered softly in his ear. "Ten minutes…." It would be the longest ten minutes of his life, and he could only nod dumbly.
At long last, they reached the Senate apartments and they both practically stumbled out of the speeder and up to her door. Typhoo, as good as his word, had already left and they were alone in the apartment at long last.
A trail of discarded cloaks and over coats was left along the path that led to the bedroom. Now that they were alone at last, passion and desire over came any semblance of reason or patience, and halfway to the room, Anakin pulled his wife to the couch. He pulled the sticks out of her hair and gasped as her hair fell down around her face.
"It's longer than I remember it…" Anakin choked.
"So is yours…" Padmé replied softly. "So tell me Skywalker…
Now that you have me, all to yourself…"
Anakin silenced her with a kiss, reveling in her body.
They didn't make it to the bedroom, at least until much later in the night.
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"Ani…" Padmé moaned softly as Anakin removedAnakin removed her shoes and then began to slowly slipslowly slip up her dress. She had made him suffer throughout the evening, and it was time to make her pay for it.
He kissed her knee, rubbing his hand along her leg, inching his way up. Padmé shivered, delighting in his touch.
"I've missed you…" he whispered softly.
"Ani!" she gasped, sitting up. He gently pushed her back down, grinning, but not saying anything else yet. He started kissing her again, teasing the inside of her thigh with his tongue and then his nose… ever upward. Padmé's eyes grew wide as she realized what he was… no, he wouldn't… not here…
"No underclothes, Padmé, Padmé…" Anakin murmured softly as he pushed her legs apart. Padmé moaned again[.again.] He couldn't… the fact that Typhoo had been dismissed for the evening did not preclude the idea that he just might decide to come back anyway… and they hadn't locked the door…
Anakin didn't seem to care. He continued unhindered, the desire coming off of his very being in waves.
"But, I might be mistaken…" he growled lustily. "Warrants…" kiss. "A closer…" Another kiss. "Look…"
Padmé cried out and arched her hips as Anakin slowly began teasing her with his tongue, kissing her and pulling her closer. His hands slowly made their way up past her waist and began undoing the front of her dress. Frustrated, he broke through some of the fastenings. Any thoughts or concerns of being caught in the act fled as she reached down, wrapping her fingers into his hair, encouraging him. He slipped his tongue in farther, as deeply as he could, enjoying the taste of her body as she began to unconsciously buck her hips. Padmé moaned and whimpered, squirming beneath him. Anakin delighted in her reaction. She was losing herself to the throes of ecstasy, at his touch… with his love. Nothing could compare to this…
At last, he began making his way up the front of her belly, replacing lips and tongue with his left hand, the right deftly pushing aside the front of the gown exposing her breast. First one, then the other. She gasped as he began kissing, then suckling her right breast, while fondling the left. He kissed and caressed, first one then the other. She arched her back in longing… Moaning and gasping, and Anakin reveled in it, his own passion rising with every passing moment.
Padmé, however, was just as eager to touch her lover. She slowly moved her hands lower, removing his belt and casting it unceremoniously to the side and then sliding them deftly into the waistband of his trousers…
"Padmé…" he whimpered as she reached below and began to undo the fastenings with a little more care than he had used. His breath began to come in little pants as he lifted his own hips to give her easier access. Still undaunted, he continued his ministrations with his hands and mouth. He had planned on teasing her for hours but realized that this would just not be possible. He wanted her as badly as she wanted him… He couldn't hold back, and he to began to lose himself in their act of love. Suddenly, they both felt the power shift from him to her… Padmé's voice became almost guttural as she reached inside…
Now it was Anakin's turn to cry out as she began to caress him. Slowly and deftly, she stroked and squeezed… lightly then more firmly. Up and down and over his belly. With her other hand, she began caress and press down on his lower back… his upper thigh… bringing him closer.
"Anakin…" she gasped, his name being the nearly only thing she could articulate. "Please…."
He needed no further prompting. Months of longing, hours of anticipation… no longer. He gave himself to her fully, lost in the moment, and lost in their love for each other. When they reached the end, they cried out one another's names, like, like a prayer to the heavens.
Anakin collapsed on top of her, exhausted, his heart slamming in his chest.
They lay together, a tangled mess of clothes and bodies, unable to move. Unwilling to.
"I think we ruined your dress…" he mumbled into her throat at last.
"S'ok…" she mumbled back. "I have... more…"
"Fresher…" Anakin sighed. "We can both fit… Save water that way…"
"Indeed…" Padmé replied, and with a giggle she added, "It'll be just like that waterfall back home… only warmer…"
Anakin smiled, standing up, his trousers hanging comically around his ankles. "As you wish… Milady…"
They lay together, nestled together in each others arms; Padmé was lazily grazing Anakin's belly with her fingertips, while Anakin caressed hercaressed her cheek, silently hoping that her hand might find its way further down before too long, He kissed her forehead and sighed. Padmé knew her husband well enough to understand that something was weighing heavily on his mind. She also knew that he would neverwould never say anything about it unless she asked him directly.
"Ani…" she said softy. "What's wrong? She ran her hand back up his chest[.chest.] Anakin caught it in his own and lightly stroked her fingers.
"Nothing…" he said, although his tone belied the truth.
"Ani," she began again, and he sighed.
"I have to leave… tonight…" He seemed to struggle with exactly how much to tell her.
Padmé sat up, the sight of her breast peeking out from under the sheet made him a little giddy, and in that moment, he would have given up the galaxy for her.
"Not some assignment from the Chancellors office…" Her face was a mask of consternation.
"No," he said gently, and, and then his tone became a bit more serious. "One of my friends… someone… a fellow Jedi… disappeared…
"That's what your companions wanted to talk to you about last night…"
Padmé said softly, "You're going after… him?"
"Her…" Anakin admitted. "Gris… Gris Chevel. You've met her before…"
Padmé leaned back into his arms, and began tracing her fingers over his belly again, lower now…
"Love and loyalty…" Padmé sighed. "I should have known…"
"Padmé…" Anakin began, but she cut him off with a kiss.
"I understand[,understand,] my Beloved…" she murmured, and once again Anakin found himself looking at her breast. Perhaps it was just the cold…
She kissed him again, a little more sensually this time. "Love, honor and loyalty…" Her hand began wandering farther down, fingers barely beneath his belly button. "When do you leave?"
"Tonight…" he croaked.
"That gives me a few hours then…" she whispered huskily. "I took the liberty of clearing my calendar until late this afternoon…" her hand went lower still, and Anakin closed his eyes, suppressing a gasp. Slowly, Padmé started trailing a line of kisses down his face, then down his chest.
"I want to give you something…" she said seductively. The trail of kisses continued. "Something to… remember me by…"
"Could never forget you…" he gasped, stroking the top of her head, again silently begging her not to stop.
"Just to be sure…" Padmé giggled as she reached his waist. "Allow me to demonstrate… Master Skywalker…. Exactly how much you'll be missed…"