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 9

Sunlight danced across the blankets from the slats in the blinds, which had been discreetly raised by one of the handmaidens. Anakin decided against moving for the moment, letting the feeling linger for just a while longer. He knew there would not be many moments he could curl up beside his wife and enjoy the simplicity of listening to her breathe. A grin tugged over his lips at the memories of the previous night, with not one, but two Padmés in their bed.

He rolled over, careful not to disturb her. He traced her silhouette with his eyes, staring wonder at his Padmé Nabierre Amidala Skywalker. He mouthed the words, the grin widening as he repeated the last- "Skywalker". His wife cared so much about his pleasure to share their bed with one of her handmaidens.

Overwhelmed with the intensity of her devotion, he scooted closer to her, kissing the back of her neck. "My Padmé." He whispered, trailing his lips down her bare shoulder. She squirmed in her sleep, her bottom rubbing against his crotch.

He groaned lightly, his erection stirring against her. The things you do to me. He moved his hand along where his lips had once brushed, trailing it down her backbone. She shivered, her hips rocking back against him once more, the curves of her butt pressing against his member, which was growing heavier with each involuntary movement.

He glided his hand to her hips, dancing his fingertips over the swells. He closed his eyes, imaging pressing inside her, how wet and warm she could be. She stirred in her sleep as he fantasized, whether from the passion over their bond or from her own restless sleep patterns, he could not be sure. All he knew was that when she pressed against him this time, she was moist and ready.

So, you're dreaming of me, are you? He would have grinned if the urge to slide inside was not so powerful. It controlled him, leading him to slide into her slick center from behind, cradling her against his groin. She opened her eyes, gasping in delight.

"How did you know?" she murmured, crying out as his hips moved against her own, the head of his cock slipping in and out. He held her close with one arm, cupping a hand around a breast, the other hand rubbing fingers over her wet clit.

He nibbled on her neck, enjoying her grinding her hips against his in response. "I just know. I'm your husband, remember?" He cried out with her as he sunk in deeper, reveling in the warmth around his member.

Padmé found herself powerless to do much else than enjoy his onslaught, convulsing around him with every successive thrust. The rhythm was intoxicating; his fingers circling her clit did little to slow the inevitable wave of climaxes.

Anakin felt the rush of wetness as she reached her first orgasm and slowed the pace, keeping her on edge. He panted out, "If you do much more, I'll go over the edge myself."

She grinned, gathering her senses enough to realize what he meant. "What, like this?" she asked innocently, clenching herself around him and rocking her hips to his rhythm he had established.

He groaned, thrusting still deeper into her, his own climax rocketing through him. "Like that." He whispered in acknowledgement after he stilled, her warmth still milking him, sending little shivers down his spine.

She tilted her head back towards him, resting against him. "I take it you enjoyed last night?"

He couldn't help but grin, his fingers playing on her hips, "Of course. I dreamt about it all last night."

She held in her proud grin. "I know." She turned to face him, "You shared your dreams with me last night, they were so…powerful."

He smirked, "So you were dreaming of you being licked down by Sabé, too? Is that why you were so horny?" He delighted as a blush crept up her face. Oh how he loved to make her blush! "I bet that's it. You're quite sexy together, you know that? You two should enjoy each other often. As long as I'm watching, anyway."

Her blush turned more crimson, and she smacked him playfully on the arm. "Anakin Skywalker, you are so… perverted!"

He showed her pearly whites as he quickly reminded her, "Hey- it was your idea in the first place. And you kissed her, I never told you to, nor did I tell you to play with her breasts…" he squirmed just remembering.

She propped herself up on an elbow and leaned in to kiss him. "True, it may have been my idea, but I did it for you."

Anakin kissed her back, "So you did enjoy it?"

Her deep blush was the only response he was going to get, apparently. She giggled, "Did you know which one of us was which?"

He laughed, kissing her nose. "Of course I did, my lovely wife. I know your Force signature, after all. And there's no mistaking your ass under that lovely little number you were wearing. Do you ever wear undergarments?"

Obviously, she was in a blushing sort of mood this morning, and he loved it. He continued teasing her, "So, do I get to watch you bathe with Sabé when Obi-Wan and I get back?"

She smirked, giving him a kiss, "We'll see." Her smile faded, though, as it set in. "You're leaving soon, then?" it was more of a statement than a question.

He nodded slowly, the emotion reflecting in his eyes, "This evening." He turned away from her accusatory glance, "I was going to tell you last night before you ambushed me. Not that I'm complaining." He added quickly.

"In that case, we're going to have to continue making up for lost time." She shrugged the impending loneliness off for now, shifting up to sit on his abdomen. A knot of desire curled there as he looked up at her breasts, trailing his fingertips over her still taut nipples.

Lost time, indeed.

Happy Valentines Day, though a little late…

That's the end, but the sequel is already in progress, under "I'll Make Your Legs Shake". Sorry to the hardcore Anidala fans- Obi-Wan plays an even more predominant part in that one.