What were Mr. and Mrs. Skywalker doing right before Anakin had his nightmare about Padme dying. What happened before the fateful nightmare that sealed the fates of the Republic, galaxy, Jedi, Padme and Darth Vader.
Huge reference to Anakin's journey on Nelvaan from the Microseries.
She starts by just taking off his left glove because she likes to peel one layer at a time. That makes undressing him all the more fun. The glove is tossed aside, exposing his strong big hand and she moves on to the right glove.
"Ani." Padme Amidala exclaims, noticing the new black wires and overall goldish obsidian of her husband's new mechanical arm. "You got a new arm?"
"Yeah." Anakin Skywalker's prominent Adam's Apple protrudes as his husky voice booms, causing Padme to giggle. Even though they have been (secretly) married for three years she still can't get over his deep voice, handsome face and rippling muscles that she will be seeing again once she strips him down.
"Mind telling me what happened to your previous fully yellow mechanical hand?" Padme whispers into his ear, making sure to lick him with the tip of her tongue. She can feel the excitement in his pants. He hardens against her with her every move. She'll grab it in a moment.
"It got blown off. I stuck my hand in an electrical generator." Anakin smiles as he kisses her cheek, causing her to shiver with pleasure. It was painful, having that arm blown off but now, that pain is gone because he is being straddled by a beautiful woman, his own wife, who is wearing a mostly see through, blue, low cut dress. He traces his hand down her spine and hovers in her area, ready for the next step.
"Ani!" Padme slaps his chest gently. "Why didn't you tell me this sooner?"
"I was too excited. You know, hearing the news about our baby and all. Besides, the pain is gone now. The doctors fixed it and now, I am with you. That is all I need." Anakin catches Padme's lips with his own and bites on her lower lip. She moans in response and opens her throat, but before he can stick his tongue down her throat, she sticks hers up his, thus tasting her way through him.
It's delicious.
He gets up, her legs still wrapped around him, and he carries her to their bedroom, to the best of his ability. It's hard, given his tight pants but he manages.
The next few moments are a blur, bridles with passionate kisses, peckings, touching and unspeakable pleasure.
It stops.
Anakin opens up his sky blue eyes to notice Padme staring at him, her mouth wide open in shock, her pretty face elongated, her gorgeous eyes sparkling with tears. His eyes her up here but that isn't where she is looking.
He looks down to find himself shirtless, half fully exposed. She must have taken off his shirt, or maybe he took his shirt off but he missed it because he was in the heat of the moment. He still has on his black boxers but they're hardly enough to contain his big erection.
"What?" Anakin cocks his head in confusion. "I know I'm hot and I'm built like a star destroyer but you have seen me shirtless before. Guess you can never get enough of it?"
Anakin grins and flexes his guns, giving his wife full view of his huge biceps, built chest and chiseled abs.
Padme squirms with joy, as she gets wet. She traces her fingers up his tight abs, careful not to scratch him with her nails.
Anakin kisses her collarbone and makes his way down to her bra, biting the clasp.
"You are right. I can't get over what a hunk you are. Every time I see you with your shirt off, I love it. I prefer it." Padme rubs her hand against the perfect symmetry of his six pack.
After some rubbing, touching and feeling, she sticks her fingers into the waistband of his boxers and he further stiffens against her. His hands plunge further into her bra.
"But the reason I was shocked was because of this." Padme lays her hands against her husband's bare chest and traces her fingers through the intricate blue patterns on his chest, abs, right bicep, back and neck.
Anakin shivers in response and straightens himself out before answering. "These blue marking on my body, they are part of a Nelvaanian ritual from the planet Nelvaan. I was on a mission where I had to go rescue the men of the tribe. They asked me to take my shirt off so that they could cover my body with bruise leech crawlers. All the men of the tribe do it and so I followed. It is part of their ritual and I was respectful."
"Was it painful?" Padme cannot believe that a bucnh of leeches crawled over her husband's body.
"Yeah. Those leeches had really sharp teeth and they sucked out my blood, leaving behind these blue bruises. I call them Nelvaan "tattoos." Anakin flexes his right arm to give her a full view.
She squeezes both of his biceps passionately and feels up his tense muscles and relaxes him.
"Didn't mind the bruises after the leeches left my body. I suppose the real challenge was going on the quest, in the brutal Nelvaanian winter, in a blizzard no less." Anakin wraps his arms around his wife.
"You were shirtless in a blizzard? Padme nearly screams in shock.
"Yeah. It was all part of the mission. I was shirtless the whole time, even until I got back to the cruiser" Anakin explains. "Plus, that is why the Nelvaanians trusted me. Seeing another shirtless guy with Nelvaanian bruises/ tattoos, let them know that I was on their side when they broke out of the Techno Union mind control. Besides, I had to endure pain as part of my final Jedi trial."
"Is that where you broke your arm and got these scars?" Padme gently kisses the several bloody gashes on her husband's right pec, biceps, heart area, abs and muscular back.
"Yeah. First, the leeches drew a lot of blood. Next, I fell in the cave on some sharp rocks." Anakin leaves out the creepy vision from the cave." Then the Nelvaanians who were in mind control shot at me, then I blew up the generator and there was debris."
Padme throws her arms around Anakin and feel down his ripped back.
"We are not proceeding until I patch you up." Padme insists and leads a protesting Anakin down the hall, where she cleans his wounds and patches him up.
After all is said and done, they return to the bedroom and this time, she is not going slow.
She squeezes the bulge in his boxers, causing him to moan like an animal. He sticks his finger inside of her, making her moan like an animal.
Everything is stripped down and tossed aside, leaving nothing but two hot fleshy bodies that become one.
Both scream as they come down from their climatic highs. After they both climax, they are breathless. She is still inside of him when they come down.
She pants a wet kiss on his chest and he beams as he feels her lips touch his bare flesh.
After some rest, he is back in his pants and she has returned to her dress.
They fall asleep side by side.
In peace.
Until his dream.
Where he foresees her die.