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Rated MA for mature content. (Don't they all end up that way anyway?) By the way, this is the chapter that rates it the mature content.

Chapter 2

The guests had all abandoned the outdoor hall finally, after a long night. There were just a scant few hours before the sun would rise again, and the hum of the city would rise back up again, providing their usual backdrop. She had not encountered the elder Jedi nor his Apprentice again during the course of the evening, and had even lost Obi-Wan's back to the crowd.

She sighed wistfully, wishing her husband was able to sweep her into his arms in the now quiet dance floor, and guide her around in their own little version of the popular waltz they had shared. She imagined the tender look on his face, the boyish smile he would share with her, and only her, and melt her heart once more. But tonight, Padmé was alone.

Her thoughts accompanied her on the winding trip through the courtyards, and into the government complex. She dwelled again on Obi-Wan's murmured warning- "Be careful with him." Her husband was no longer a child- he was capable of taking care of himself! She wondered what sort of ill the Jedi Master felt would befall his Apprentice.

Her musings were abruptly brought to halt as she rounded the corner to her apartments, and was accosted by Anakin. He drew her into the shadows alongside the hallway, his hands about her waist pulling her into his warm embrace. Her heart beat faster as he seized her mouth to his own in a searing kiss.

He pulled away abruptly to murmur to her, "I cannot wait." He trailed kisses down the side of her face, forcing a chill up her spine. "I will not wait." His forcefulness reminded her of the long absence they had endured and the passion spent the last time he had come back. They did not have lazy times to spend together as they had once on Naboo.

Padmé drew back from him, taking his good hand in her own, feeling the warm of his flesh. She smiled, whispering back to him, "Follow me." His grin was his only response. She led him the rest of the way to her apartment, leading him in and locking the entryway behind them. She stood back from him, drinking in the sight of her husband, something she did not often get to do.

He did not stay still long, drawing her back into his arms, letting his cloak pool down to the ground in the process. His hunger for her was growing ever apparent, filling him with a heat and a need. He trailed fingers down her spine, tracing the long lines of her back, careful not to touch her too heavily with his mechanical hand. He did not want to taint his Angel with it.

Anakin's touch roved quickly to the front of her bodice, teasing her through the thin, delicate fabric of her evening gown. Her breath caught in her throat and she moved her own hands to his head, running her hands through the fresh length. He had grown out his hair since the last time she had seen him- she liked it.

He continued the exploration of the front of her bodice, moving quickly to what he wanted, neither of them worried with caution. As he worked with the intricate ribbons and laces on the front of her gown, she led him towards their bedroom. She was not eager to repeat the experience last time- the couch in her apartment would only do in a pinch.

They tumbled back onto their bed together and he withdrew his hands in exasperation. "I can build droids, repair any machine, wield the Force with these hands… but I cannot figure out this stupid gown!"

Padmé giggled, drawing Anakin's hands to her breast, working his way simply through a simple tug and an easy knot, hidden within the intricate bodice work. "It's alright, this is one of the reasons for the handmaidens- all of the elaborate gowns I was expected to wear as the Queen of Naboo."

Anakin kissed the soft flesh of her neck, finding her pulse. "Now you're just the queen of my heart." He murmured, his hands going back to work at removing his clothes and her own, insistent on finding passion in her arms, something he had been forced to wait for. He lost himself in a tangle of silky fabrics and her arms, pushing aside all of the turmoil he had been lost with in the past few weeks.

Within Padmé's arms, there was no war raging internally or externally. He did not have to struggle with the expectations of the Council about their Chosen One, and was not constantly trying to meet his Master's expectations. He was free to simply be Anakin and express his love and devotion for his Angel, his Padmé. He was afraid to spoil it for her by rushing too quickly, yet he could not control the passion he felt immediately upon touching her, even just from seeing her.

Her hands searching and her lips seeking out his own were further encouragement that he was not indeed moving too quickly for her own enjoyment. The last thing he wanted to do was disappoint her. The passion fogged his brain until there was only Padmé and her subtle curves, her damp skin pressed against his, murmuring his name in his ear.

It took him away from his conflict, was the source of calm in his life that he sought whenever Obi-Wan told him to push out all his feelings and find calm in the Force. He knew it was not precisely what his Master had taught him to do, but the method worked all the same. And so he sought it now, just thinking of his Padmé and their love.

Padmé writhed in his arms, finding delight in his kisses, feeling him apply pressure to areas of her neck that she had no idea were sensitive in the first place. Every time she was with him, he taught her something new. She felt a warmth pool in the very core of her being, the sense of liquid passion flowing through her as he explored further.

She wrapped her legs about him and encouraged him to continue. She found herself getting caught up in his passion more than her own, his own feelings projecting out and engulfing them both.

As the morning hours rolled in, sunlight poured through the small apartment bedroom, giving everything a warm glow. But Padmé's mind still raced, wondering over Obi-Wan's warning. She had come to understand a little after finding herself languidly resting in the crook of Anakin's arm.

Padmé had found her own desires overwhelmed by Anakin's, and nearly felt herself dwarfed by his passion. Obi-Wan had warned her to be careful with him, and it led her to wonder whether the Jedi Master knew the reality of their situation or not.

She was positive that the Jedi Master did not know of their marriage- Anakin had reassured her this several times. However, Obi-Wan was the best judge of Anakin's character and did know that he was usually very severe in his emotions and very willful. She was worried that he overpower her own will one day.

But in the meantime, she was going to relish all of the time she had with him. She pushed the button to close the shades from the incoming morning sun and went back to the bed where her sleeping husband lie and wrapped her arms about him. She tucked the warning in the back of her mind.

This one was very difficult to write- I have spent most of my time and energy lately on my Anakin-Obi-Wan-Padmé love triangle, A Search for Wings: Fallen Angel. I partially wrote this as a challenge to myself that I could write a pairing between Anakin and Padmé, still. I found it rather difficult to do after the long analysis of how it would happen between Padmé and Obi-Wan, after the fact in the timeline.

Let me know what you think… I might or might not write a bit more on it, but I feel like this has more of a resolution to it.