It Doesn't Snow In Bed
"Repeat after me! I will not die in childbirth. Everything is going to be fine!" Padme taps her hand three times against Anakin's exposed chest, once for the emphasis and twice just to feel his delicious flesh.
"You will not die in childbirth. Everything will be fine." Anakin repeats her statement but he isn't sure at all. All he can do is stare at Padme's cleavage, a sight that normally excites him but this time, all he can see is a dark chasm, a hole of endless bleak possibility, because she might die.
"Come on." Padme gestures back to the bedroom. "We hardly get any time to sleep together."
Anakin squeezes her hand and follows her.
When they reach the door, Padme stops abruptly and tugs at Anakin's Jedi robe, which is still draped lightly over his body.
"Did you forget our rule?" Padme pouts teasingly.
"Never wear shirts in the bedroom." Anakin grins boyishly as Padme pulls his robe off of his body.
"Don't ever forget." Padme growls like a tiger as she plants a wet kiss on his shredded six pack. He reciprocates by sliding his metal hand down her cleavage and fondling her.
Before they know it, she is on top of him again and the ride is back on.
"Yes! Ani! Yes!" Padme screams as Anakin's erection grows inside of her.
He is traveling through the frigid Nelvaanian blizzard, his muscular torso completely bare and exposed to the harsh elements. The snowy winds rip through his body, each blast of cold nearly as painful as a lightsaber slash.
Anakin feels his nipples harden and his abs tighten, as he channels the Force to keep his body warm. Any normal human male in this weather would have already frozen to death.
To make matters worse, his body still aches from the Nelvaanian tattoos that are etched clearly over his body looking almost like he has been branded. He can still feel the sharp teeth marks of the leeches all over his pecs, right bicep, right back, abs and eye.
It just keeps getting colder and he feels as if he could really use Padme's warmth, just about now.
Padme is riding Anakin. Hard.
With every thrust, Anakin feels like his one with the Force and he races to keep up with her.
"Feeling extra horny." Padme explains to Anakin, who is busy biting one of her breasts.
"I can tell and I am not complaining." Anakin winks.
"You won't be the only one biting there anymore." Padme reminds him.
"You are planning on breastfeeding?" Anakin asks.
"Yeah. I know it is painful. My sister was constantly in pain." Padme recalls. "But I want to do it. I bet in a sense, it will feel warm."
Anakin heaves a heavy sigh of relief when he reaches the warm cave, or as the shaman called it, the Mother's Mouth.
He surveys the area for droids, before carefully walking through the halls of the cave.
A steam of hot dust erupts and Anakin dodges quickly, though he figures he probably wouldn't have been harmed.
More smoke fills the cave and Anakin punches through, his ripped biceps swatting every bit of it. Then, the smoke enters his lungs and he has the vision.
He cannot remember much of the vision, other than the warrior losing his arm, destroying enemies, and LOSING THE WOMAN THAT HE LOVED!
"OW!" Anakin yelps in pain.
"ANAKIN!" Padme's voice rings through his ear and Anakin finally regains consciousness.
He falls chest first on the cave floor. The young man grimaces in pain as several sharp rocks pierce their way into his six pack abs and built chest.
Anakin removes the sharp debris from his body and wipes away the blood. He rolls his eyes. Too much blood in one day. This is why he never goes on missions shirtless.
He looks up and sees the Techno Union factory.
"Sorry!" Padme startles back in shock, before pulling back forward to carefully pull her nails out of Anakin's now bleeding chest. Thin lines of red travel down between his pecs, to his abs and almost into his navel.
Anakin chuckles and kisses her on the cheek.
"Not complaining. I enjoy rough play." Anakin compliments.
"I will patch you up again." Padme kisses his collar bone and leads him back to the living room.
After that, they have more sex.
Anakin leaves early the next morning to report to Master Yoda and tell him about the nightmare, without giving that green midget turd too many details.