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.

This one, like all the others, is rated MA.

A/N: Oddly enough, another Anidala idea came to mind and wants to be written now. I have no idea how long it's going to be or whether it's going to have a plot or not, but I wanted to play.

Chapter 2

Her laughter delighted him as she climbed into the robotic speeder cab with him, grabbing his hand. The music still reverberated even outside, enhancing her good mood. His hands went instantly around her waist, pulling her close to him after he had chosen their destination on the screen in front of them. He swallowed hard as he saw the E.T.A. on the screen, a good thirty minutes away. I might explode by then.

He slid closer to her, incapable of keeping away from her, finding her scent intoxicating. "I need you." He whispered in her ear, nipping at her lobe, dodging the ear bob. His nose tickled her neck as he moved.

She shivered. "I know." Her voice was low, sultry. She draped a leg over his closest knee. The skirt dragged higher, revealing even the garter straps daintily holding her stockings up.

Anakin trailed the fingertips of his good hand over the soft exposed skin, working his way under the silky material to hidden regions. He traced along the ribbons of the garter, watching her squirm. But to his own very welcome surprise, the garter belt was the only undergarment impeding his progress.

He took the initiative to physically explore the exposed skin, drawing a circle around her curls. Padmé inclined her hips toward him as he got closer to the desired area, desire creeping through her body. He avoided touching her there directly for several moments, watching her until she got more impatient. "You tease." She pouted.

He ran his index finger down her clit, finding her already wet and waiting for him. "Ah, but you like it." He rasped, drawing his finger in a circle around the tight bud. "You like me invading you." He thrust a finger inside her simultaneously.

Padmé gasped, rocking her hips toward him, feeling ever the wanton. "We can't do this here." She panted, though only half a protest.

He started to withdraw his finger from her, "Oh well." He started, but she clamped one of her own tiny hands over his own.

"Don't you dare stop, Anakin Skywalker." She commanded, her eyes seeking out his.

He smirked, glorying in the power he held over her, the ability to take away or give her pleasure. "And what if I do?" he asked her, his hot breath on her neck.

Her mind spun through several threats, but she just found herself giving him a frustrated moan, as instead of stopping, he slowed down his circles, making the pleasure almost an agony. "Anakin…" she cried, tilting her head back.

He thrust the finger deeper inside her as he felt her first climax, finishing his intimate stroking. "Fuck me, Padmé." He was already releasing his erection from the tight leather pants, sliding them down past his hips.

She let out a soft protest, but complied as he turned her around, settling her thighs on his lap. She rubbed her clit against his hard shaft, starting the cycle over again, giving him a tease of her own. He groaned in pleasure, but lifted her hips, settling his head in her opening. "No, I want you now." He almost growled.

She sunk down on him, feeling the heavy weight of him inside her, impaling her. She closed her eyes, feeling his need. It made her feel alive and oh so incredibly sexy. "You need me." She whispered, rocking her hips on him, slowly.

He nodded slowly, hiking up her skirt around her hips, clasping her bare ass. "You need me more." He stated, pressing her down harder, faster. "You need me, I make you feel alive."

How true that was! She tilted her head back, reveling in the sensations. She let herself rise and fall over him. He moved his hands up her back, following her backbone. "I want to see your tits." He groaned out, his fingers fumbling with the knots on her back keeping the tiny top up.

She shook her head wildly, meeting his eyes. "I don't want anyone to see me." She gestured to the surroundings. "We're still in public transport."

Anakin grinned wickedly, "But they see you screwing me." He finished undoing the knot, and let the garment fall slowly away from her breasts. He leaned his head over them, lapping his tongue over a nipple. "Wouldn't the entire world want to see Padmé Amidala's breasts? I'm sure they've all thought about it at one point in time."

She found the pleasure rising too much to protest too profoundly. "Anakin!" was all she could manage, and he ensured that his name turned to more of a cry of passion than a protest.

He kissed her, moving his hands to her breasts instead for the moment. "Hush, the windows are tinted. We're moving so fast no one would know what they're looking at, anyway." He smirked, "And if they did, they would pass out from your glory."

Padmé blushed. Anakin moved his hands back down to her hips, picking up the pace. His blue eyes were starting to cloud over with passion, his face strained. "Padmé, I hope you're close." He whispered.

She nodded, having felt the waves of pleasure riding over her again and again. "Cum." She whispered, giving him the okay.

It did not take him long, and he held her close as he exploded, hot white stars streaming his field of vision. "That was good." He whispered, retying the knots in her top for her once more.

She straightened it back over her breasts, a little smile on her face, mischief lighting her eyes. "Just as long as you do it again when we get home."

Anakin kissed her, with it promising her he would. Force, do I love this woman!

You guys are blowing me out of the water with such positive response! Let me know what you think and I'll keep rolling out the chapters. ;)