Disclaimer: Star Wars and all associated characters, plotlines, and worlds (good and bad) are property and copyright © of George Lucas (aka The Richest Man in Hollywood). This is purely for fan entertainment only.

So- that means this is rated MA for sexual content.

Chapter 2 –

She giggled, tilting her head back, her cheeks flushed. "Yes, I would like some cocoa." She said imperiously, joking with him. He untwined limbs and rose, the water dripping everywhere. She squealed, ducking away from the water, yet enjoying the view. He shook his head, raking curls out.

Padmé stared, watching him climb out of the bathtub. She appreciated the sight of taught back and buttock muscles, a few scars dotting the landscape. She realized he was taking her seriously, and called to him, "I was joking! Ani, come back!" he gave her a grin, continued on towards the living area. She blushed at the thought of the handmaidens coming in to the living area, seeing his nude body, and then remembered that he was sopping wet as well. "Anakin Skywalker don't you dare ruin my new rugs!"

She sighed and sunk back into the tub when he did not return immediately, turning the knob for more warmth to the water. She squirmed into a more comfortable position, waiting his return. And he did, with a steaming cup of cocoa which he promptly deposited on the side of the tub, and a small electronic device. She glared at him, "What do you have in your hand?"

He grinned, "I just want to remember this moment forever." He mashed a few buttons, and held the camera up to his face.

"Anakin Skywalker don't you dare!" she shrieked.

He laughed, "That's two times in less than as many minutes that you've full named me!" his smirk turned coy, "Perhaps I've been bad."

She rose from the water, joined him by his side, "You have." She said softly, edging closer towards the camera.

"And perhaps I need to be punished?" he prompted, tilting his head down to kiss her own.

She smirked, and grabbed the camera, giggling upon reaching her goal. "No pictures, Anakin." She insisted.

He kissed her, pushing her gently against the wall, his mouth probing. "No pictures." He promised, softly, between breaths and twining his tongue around hers. Later. He added silently. He took the camera from her hand, levitated it slowly to a safe place within the towels. He then replaced his hand on her body, letting himself feast upon the soft flesh.

His free hand he placed beside her head, not wanting to disturb her with the cold, unyielding metal. He let his mouth wander across her jawbone while his hand caught a nipple between nimble fingers. He cupped her in his palm, feeling the nipple harden with his touch.

She gasped with delight, smiling and closing her eyes. The smile broadened as he trailed the kisses underneath her earlobe, started sucking gently. His hand traced down her side, sending shivers up her spine. He let it glide over her hip as his mouth moved ever lower, edging down her neck.

Anakin grinned as he simultaneously found her nipple with his mouth and the thatch of hair between her legs with his hand. He could feel her squirm, knew at once that her toes were wiggling in anticipation. She moaned as he twirled his tongue around her nipple. She gasped and cried out as he moved his finger over her clit, circling it ever slowly. He picked up the pace with his tongue, but kept it slow with his finger, using her own moisture to send her clit into a tiny knot of pleasure.

He kept at it until he felt her tilt her head back and cry out, her hips inclining towards him, searching him out. He obliged willingly, lifting her up on the wall and then easing her back down upon his already throbbing cock. Her wet core contracted around him and he began to thrust up into her, fulfilling them both.

He kissed her deeply, his own groans and moans filling the bathroom. He moved a hand to her hip, trying to help her move her hips with his, and found the pleasure the movement brought intoxicating. She continued it until her own release came, leaving her breathless and incapable of moving.

Her contractions around him brought his own climax rocketing through him, and he gave her a final thrust, shooting hot love into her. He eased out of her, pulled her close as they collapsed onto the floor. They sprawled out together, and he nuzzled kisses on the top of her head. "You're amazing." He murmured.

She shook her head, looking up at him, her brown eyes sparkling, "No, you are." She grinned, and ducked her head. "You don't still want pictures, do you?"

Anakin's grin returned, mischief in his blue eyes. "Of course I do." He stood, retrieving the camera from its place in the towels. "Now, sit up like this…" he began orchestrating the stills.

There will definitely be more, I have additional ideas in store… and I decided how to add in Obi-Wan, later. No, it won't be Obidala, but I hope it won't be disappointing, either. ;) As usual, let me know what you think!