Wow, chapter 4. What has my mind come up with this time: S lol. I hope you all enjoy, I love to hear what you think, and everyone's reviews are greatly appreciated! This chapter contains M rated scenes…so you've been warned Thanks everyone!

Anakin made his way down the long and winding corridors of the Jedi Temple, only to find Obi-Wan standing in the open door way of the conference room, with a look of "I'm not surprised" written all over his face. Anakin walked straight past Obi-wan, avoiding a lecture by immediately starting conversation with Master Yoda regarding the training of young padawans among the ages of 5 – 10.

"Quite gifted the younglings are, young Skywalker. Much training they however still need".

Master Yoda finished his sentence with a playful chuckle, sending Anakin to his place in the conference room. Master Yoda stood at the front of the room, and pressed a small, silver button on the high-ceilinged wall. Shades slowly cascaded over the windows that were letting in light, and the room grew dark. All of the Jedi whom had been standing had now taken their places in the room, and the bright presentation was presented on the wall before Master Yoda, and he began rambling on about the newly discovered "Clone Army" that Master Psyferdias had supposedly placed an order for many years ago. Anakin constantly was fidgeting in his seated position, trying as best as he could to focus on the presentation that was being displayed on the wall. However, his eyes kept finding away to focus on what was behind the presentation. That wall. His mind kept flashing back to his angel, whom had been pressed up against that wall, and….

"Anakin, is that alright?"

Obi-wan addressed Anakin from the front of the room, standing beside Master Yoda as he presented the situation to the group of Jedi. Anakin had no idea what Obi-wan had asked of him. "Yes Master", was all Anakin could say in that position. He was positive that whether he had heard what he said or not, in any situation, if he had said no, he would have been frowned upon.

"Alright, you will leave tomorrow at dawn".

What did he just say? He couldn't leave! LEAVE WHERE? 'Why didn't I pay attention!" Anakin thought to himself. As the Jedi started filing out of the conference room, Anakin rushed his way to the front of the room.

"Master, just why am I leaving? Before you say "weren't you listening", I was but…I wasn't .

Anakin tried to explain his situation, but ended up contradicting himself.

"Anakin, you'll be going to Naboo, I didn't think you'd have any objections to this mission to begin with, and that is why the council and I have assigned it to you".

Anakin stopped and pondered the thought of being on Naboo, yes, it would be nice. However he was not leaving under any circumstances unless he was allowed to have Padme with him, and seeing that the odds of that were fairly slim, he would be staying on Coruscant.

"Obi-Wan I know it may be a bit late for this, but I cannot go. Not now."

Obi-wan gave Anakin a flustered gaze.

"What do you mean not now?"

It was then that Anakin informed Obi-wan that Paulo had assaulted the Senator; however he added that he was already in the middle of an assignment, and that was protecting the senator of Naboo. It wasn't a complete lie, he thought to himself. A mere stretching of the truth…

Back in the apartment, Padme was slowly easing herself out of the bath Anakin had run for her an hour earlier. She reached over slightly to her left, unfolding a thick, cream bath towel to wrap around her body. As she was securing the towel around herself, she looked down at her bruises, and studying how dark they were becoming. How could I have let Anakin see this? She thought to herself. Looking into the mirror, she secured the towel around her, and let herself out of the bathroom into her bedroom. The evening was upon Coruscant, and Padme pulled back the sheets on the bed, just before unsecuring her towel, and she slid underneath the covers. Soft strands of moonlight were let into the room through the blinds. Turning towards the clock, she had noticed Anakin had been gone for nearly two hours. It was now 11:30 PM, and at first she had wanted to stay up and wait for him, but sleep slowly overtook her.

Returning through the corridors to his lover's apartment, Anakin quietly opened the doors, letting himself in. All of the lights were off, and only the soft buzzing of the charging R2 unit could be heard. Slowly pacing into Padme's bedroom, he saw her sleeping form. The sheets resting loosely on and around her body, he could clearly see she had nothing on underneath of what he saw. Sitting himself beside her, he gently ran his hand down the side of her cheek. He felt her stir underneath of his touch, and she began whimpering softly, afraid that her attacker had returned. Anakin whispered,

"It's me my love, don't be frightened".

She sat up slowly, allowing her eyes to adjust to the dark room. Placing her hands on either side of his face, she began shaking her head.

"Something's wrong, Anakin?"

Anakin nodded. However, he than shook his head, and decided that nothing was wrong, because he wasn't leaving.

"Nothing is wrong Padme, the council wanted me to take an assignment on Naboo….but I told them I already had an assignment, and that was to protect you".

"Anakin Skywalker, you didn't tell them about…"

"No my love, I would never let the council know. However, I mentioned to Obi-wan that Paulo was a threat and that he had assaulted you".

Padme's gaze dropped down to the sheets on the bed. At first, she was upset that Anakin had let obi-wan know of her endangerment, but than she thought. Anakin would only ever tell Obi-wan something like this if it was for her own safety, and if he felt it was necessary. It was than, that she had decided to trust him on his decision.

"Ani….okay. I trust you".

Anakin softly wrapped his arms around Padme, and let himself under the blankets. Himself, still clothed in his Jedi robes, and Padme, wearing nothing. She pulled him tightly against her, loving the feel of her naked body against the robes he was wearing, and the feel of his strong, yet soothing hands against her back. She looked him in the eyes, and her soft features turned to a serious gaze. "Ani…I…I want to ask you something but….I don't quite know how". She spoke in a shy, quivering voice. Anakin took her hand in his own, and kissed her palm, encouraging her to keep going.

"Anakin….make love to me….please?"

He looked up at her immediately, and examined her expression. She looked so afraid of what she had just asked him to do. If she was afraid….why in the world would she ask him to do something she wasn't ready for?

Her hands began trembling in his, and she awaited his response.

"My love…I…." Anakin began to stutter.

"You don't want to….do you not love me enough?" Padme began questioning Anakin's emotions towards her, making herself feel more vulnerable to the fact that it was his decision.

"Padme, of course I love you, I want to, and if you're sure….I will."

Anakin brought himself to lay over her body, and softly stroked the sides of her arms.

"Padme….why are you asking this of me now? Is something….bothering you?"

Anakin watched the changes in her expression.

"Anakin….I….after Paulo did what he did I….these bruises keep reminding me of how I was touched by someone else. I want to be with you! Please Anakin, I don't know what it feels like when someone is gentle….and loving when it comes to this….I guess I'm afraid that what Paulo did is what ….every man does".

Padme began trembling softly as she finished her words. She didn't think Anakin would hurt her; however she was undeniably afraid of any man laying a hand on her, even staring at her the wrong way. She wanted Anakin to change that. Anakin slowly brought his lips to hers, and held her trembling body underneath of his own, making her melt into his touch. Sliding his tongue into her mouth, he let her tongue play with his own, hearing her passionate moans underneath of him was making him shudder, and it was clearly doing something for the growing pain in his pants.

"Oh gods Anakin….don't stop".

Padme began gasping as Anakin thrust his hips where the sheets covered her soft, damp sex. He was driving her crazy, she felt a fire growing inside of her that desperately needed to be tamed. Padme began thrusting her hips to meet Anakin's, and she began gasping for breath. Anakin placed her hands in his, and pulled them over her head, desperately wanting complete control of her thrashing body.

"Maho Con Templa Onemea Padme…." He moaned to her in the language that he'd carried with him from Tatooine. His sensual voice made her soaking wet, and it was getting to a point where she had to have him inside of her. Padme rested her hands on the waist of Anakin's pants, and eagerly began pulling them downwards, as of now, she was almost willing to ride him where he sat.

"Padme, tell me what you want….what you desire" Anakin gasped as his lover writhed beneath him.

"Anakin please….oh…I need you inside me". Her bucking body was a clear indication of that. Anakin shook his head.

"Not good enough Padme, I don't believe you". Anakin was teasing her, and it was driving her to the brink of insanity.

"Anakin….Oh Anakin I can't wait please!" She cried out to him. He slowly pressed the head of his cock inside of her, letting her pump what he had given her. She was desperate; she needed whatever she could take, and what he was willing to give her at the moment.

"Easy love…." He whispered.

Placing his hands on either side of her hips, he slid the rest of himself inside of her warmth, hearing her scream. Anakin himself had nearly climaxed at the feel of her tightness enveloping him, her scent, and her feel was intoxicating him. From there, the two of them fell into a slow, steady rhythm, his hands forcing her against him. Padme sighed, moaned, and panted continuously as he moved in and out of her, and she thrust her hips to meet him. Sooner than later, Anakin felt like he was going to explode, he had to have all of her. He picked up his own pace, pumping her faster, harder.

"Anakin….oh….Oh…..my love…." He heard her constant cries as he brought her to a screaming climax, and he too followed. His head dropped to her chest, as his breath came short, her chest rising and falling. A stray tear slid down her cheek, as she felt she was about to lose consciousness. Anakin looked up, feeling her body shudder. He pulled the sheet over both of them, removing himself from her deep, moist well.

"Thank you…I love you Anakin" Padme whispered softly.

"I Love You" Anakin whispered, and the night took them both into a soft soothing sleep.