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With Padme's fingers laced through his, Anakin opened the door to her lavish apartment. Light beamed through the floor to ceiling windows just perfectly, and the interior of a senator's home was always looking presentable. Flowers in place, handmaiden's wearing matching dresses, and…a Jedi's cloak hanging off of a chair on the balcony? Must be a new feature, Anakin thought to himself. Eyeing the robe suspiciously, he unlaced his fingers from Padme's and walked over to the chair, holding up the robe in his left hand. "Company last night?" Padme's gaze lifted from the floor and focused on the garment Anakin had in his hand. Slightly giggling at the fact that Anakin could even think the robe had belonged to anyone but himself. "Anakin that belongs to you, don't you recognize it?" She smiled, following him out onto the balcony. He placed the robe back on to the chair, and they both had a good laugh. Anakin sat in the chair, pulling Padme onto his lap, his arms wrapping around her waist.

Finding herself in the lap of her husband, she rested her hands on his shoulders, seeming very content in the current position. Just before she could rest her head on her lover, he pulled her closer, moving one of his hands that was on her waist, to the back of her neck. Pulling her slightly forward, their lips met. At first, the kiss was subtle, slow. Pulling her even closer to him, he slid his tongue between her lips, turning their innocent kiss, into one of passion, love, and lust. She moaned softly against his intruding gesture, instantly allowing him the access he so desperately wanted, needed. Anakin was on fire. He felt Padme wrap her legs around his waist, her dress covering her thighs, and she began rocking her hips, back and forth against the evident hardness through his pants. He moaned against her mouth, his hips beginning to buck forward in time with hers. She gasped at his actions, and realized that she had become the victim in this assault. Her mouth left his, and her head tilted back, as he continued to buck his hardness against her through her panties. Her soft whimpers gradually became pleas, and cries for her lover to stop his evident torture. Anakin looked into the face of his lover, seeing her mouth crying out to him, her thighs straddled around his waist, and he was controlling her. He was the catalyst in this devilish experiment, and he could do whatever he pleased. She was at his mercy. Padme's mind immediately wondered to the fact that handmaidens were just in the next room, and if they were to see their provocative gestures, she would surely never hear the end of it, from anyone. "Anakin…we can't …do this here…what if they see us?" She stated in between gasps. Anakin was certainly not in any position or mood to stop, get up, and move to the bedroom, and even if he was, he would have to wait until much later as the room was occupied with cleaning maidens. "Than let them watch". Simply stated, Padme knew she was completely bided to her lover until he was finished, not that she was complaining.

Anakin's soft smile quickly turned into a devilish grin, as he ran his hand down her thigh. He felt her body trembling on top of him, and decided that she needed more. He pressed two of his fingers past her panties and into her deep well, pumping them slowly in and out of her sex. Padme shattered. Her dress bunched up at her thighs, she let out a soft cry as her lover assaulted her. "Shh…My Love we don't want to attract too much attention, do we?" Anakin continued to torture her, pressing his lips to hers to keep her cries from emitting themselves in such a loud manner. She continued to take his torture, and began getting much, much warmer. Her cries into Anakin's lips became screams, and her body's convulsing over took all of the control she had been fighting him for. "Anakin please…I can't take this!" She cried into his ear, begging him to stop. However, her lover insisted. "It's alright my love…let go", he whispered to her ear, and the feel of his warmth against her ear was the last straw. Her back arched immediately, Anakin moved his hands to her back to support her, as she would lose her balance on his lap had he not. Quite satisfied with himself as he brought his love to the edge, he pulled her to his chest. Almost seconds after her climax, he felt his love collapse to a shriveling mess.

"Padme, a…are you alright?" Anakin was clearly concerned. Had he hurt her? He rubbed his hand over her back, soothing her gently. What is it that she's not telling me?