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

Chapter 4

The meeting with the Jedi Council had turned out to be cancelled. So, Anakin made his way from the Jedi Temple to Padmé's apartment building, knowing that Obi-Wan would not be expecting him for a while. He chuckled, thanking his lucky stars for all of the extra time he had been able to devote to Padmé.

He quickened his step as he recalled the images on the datapad once more. His heart began to beat in anticipation and passion heated his skin. On the way up on the elevator, he sought out her presence, wondering what position he could surprise her in today. It would be too lucky to find her already nude once more.

He mashed the buttons in the security code to get in, fumbling in his rush to get to her. He found the living area empty, a promising sign. He was about to head towards the kitchen, when she called out from the kitchen, "In here."

She stood at the island counter in a flimsy light lavender confection, practically floating mid-thigh. Tiny silk ribbons barely kept the delight in place at her shoulders, and a deep neckline did little more to conceal her cleavage. In fact, the little number was practically translucent- he could see her rosy nipples through the material. It made his groin tighten.

Padmé put the spoon in her hand down, walking slowly towards him. He knew she was swinging her hips just a tad more evocatively on purpose, but was speechless. "What, surely you have seen lingerie before." She whispered, pressing her chest against him.

He blinked, his hand going to her waist, revealing that she had no undergarments on. He took a deep breath. "Ah. No, I was just wondering if you dress that way for all of your visitors. Don't you have handmaidens to cook for you?" he looked down, noticing she had been holding a cold cream carton with the spoon. "Enjoying that?"

She leaned back, taking the spoon back. "Mmmhmm." She nodded slowly, holding his gaze. She smiled slightly, taking the spoon into her mouth, licking it.

He curled his toes within his boots.

Her eyes sparkled and she tossed her hair back as she replaced the spoon on the counter, pressing her hips against him. It was enough for him; he lifted her easily to the island counter. "You are much more delectable than that cold cream." He drawled, kissing the corners of her mouth, breathing in her scent. She smelled of chocolate and lavender flowers.

Padmé looked at him innocently. "Even chocolate cold cream?" she grinned suddenly. "I bet I would taste better with chocolate."

He drew back, eyeing her. "What do you have in mind?" he loved that wicked grin.

She pointed to the refrigeration unit. "There is chocolate syrup in there. I know you share my love of chocolate."

He returned the grin. "But first," he drew the tiny slip over her head, reveling in the soft skin that was revealed. "Let me get this somewhere safe." He floated the confection to another counter, away from his potential playground. The chocolate was retrieved, and he kissed her, trailing kisses down her neck and dripping the syrup lightly across her inviting thighs.

His kisses trailed lower, to her breast, and he smeared the chocolate there with his hands. Anakin's tongue moved to clean the mess as soon as he made it, his hot tongue drawing circles around her taut nipples. She arched her back, enjoying the sensations. She went to press herself against him, then paused. "Ani, take off your clothes."

His hot gaze turned to her and she blushed, "You don't want chocolate on them. How would you explain that to Obi-Wan?" He grinned, obliging, shrugging the robes away into a puddle on the floor.

"I will tell him I had a Padmé sundae. He will be jealous and turn bright red at the same time, imagining you naked." He went back to his ministrations.

Her eyes widened. "Anakin he would not!" she gasped as he suckled one nipple, tweaking the other softly with his hand.

He brought his head up to watch her reaction and respond, "He would so… he enjoys Sabé on a regular basis."

Her eyes widened both from the statement and from his tongue, which was trailing itself down her navel, and across her thighs where the chocolate waited. "Obi-Wan what?"

"He… fucks… Sabé." He said between licks, his finger sliding within her to punctuate each word.

Padmé squirmed, then panted out, "Not fair… you know I can't respond… what do you mean he fucks Sabé?" her mouth tripped on the word, and she could not eradicate the image of the Jedi Master and her handmaiden from her head. Which, she thought evilly, was not such a bad thing.

Anakin withdrew his wet finger from her, slid her closer, and pulled her down. His throbbing member thrust into her and he practically sighed in relief, letting the warmth surround his head and intoxicate his mind. "I mean, my dear lover, he buries himself deep inside her just as I am doing now." He began thrusting, hard.

She struggled to maintain coherence, grasping onto the shock of the news, "Since when?"

Anakin grabbed her ass, lifting her slightly to match his thrusts. He groaned, both from pleasure and from not wanting to speak, "Since that day we met you again, when we were assigned to protect you." He chuckled, remembering. "I heard them in the shower one morning, saw her handbag left a few nights later. Put two and two together."

She tilted her head back, crying out as he brought her down harder, the motions creating wonderful friction on her clit. "Does he love her?"

Anakin rolled his eyes toward the ceiling, increasing the pace, throwing her for another pleasure loop. "Obi-Wan loves everyone equally. He loves you and I, too, he just doesn't fuck us." He laughed, "Thank goodness." His mouth captured hers and he lost himself in the rhythm. "Now be quiet and fuck me."

She obliged, meeting his hips with her own, bracing herself against the counter. She was quickly brought to her climax. Her quivering tossed him over the edge and he groaned, his orgasm exploding within her.

Padmé laid back on the counter, giggling happily, "I never thought the kitchen would get this much use."

He grinned, retrieving his robes from the floor. He donned his under tunic and rubbed his hand across her flat stomach. "You are amazing, you know that?" he bent down to kiss her belly button, causing her to giggle more.

She swatted his head, "Don't tickle me." Her eyes were still laughing.

He laid another kiss on her stomach, more gently this time. "You're too sexy for your own good. I'll never get enough of you."

She shook her head, the curls dancing across the countertop, "No, you'll get tired of me, especially when I'm fat and pregnant with your children from all this activity." She grinned.

A proud smile lit his face. "Yes, I do believe one day you will bear my children, as I simply cannot get enough of my wife." His grin was wicked, "I'll even screw you when your belly is big with our son."

Her own grin faded slightly, "Big belly… everyone would know." Her grin turned to a frown, and she propped herself up on her elbow. "Anakin, did you erase those pictures?"

He shook his head, "What, do you think they're going to end up on the HoloNet or something? I locked my datapad, no one can…" his voice died away, and he looked away. "I think I locked my datapad."

Her voice became grim, "You think you locked your datapad with pictures of me revealing all of my secrets to you, think you locked it away so that no one could see me straddling you?"

His mind temporarily strayed to this video footage of the datapad, seeing himself grasping her supple breasts as his holo-vision's eyes watched Padmé's round hips rise and fall as she rode him. He snapped back to reality. "Obi-Wan is the only other person in the apartment, he wouldn't look in my room." He wasn't quite so sure of that, though.

She huffed, "Right, and I bet you Sabé isn't there now? She has been gone all morning, Anakin."

Anakin paled, "So that's why he was acting sick when I left, he wanted to spend time with Sabé." He scrunched up his face, "I bet she was there with him while I was in my room."

Padmé sighed, "Let's just hope they didn't find the pictures."

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