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

Chapter 3

He watched her hips sway as she left the cab, his gaze heating as he saw that the skirt rose higher than it was supposed to, drawing him in with tantalizing views of her posterior and the top of the stockings. He knew she was doing it on purpose and swallowed the lump forming in his throat, wishing he could hide the erection growing in his pants as well. She took her sweet time towards the entrance, turning her head back towards him. The look in her eyes made the anticipation twitch within- her playful grin told him of her intentions.

He came up beside her, slinking his arm about her. She looked at him in protest, "We're still in public." She whispered, alarm written all over her face. He opened the door for her and grabbed her tight butt, smirking.

"So? Who's looking?" his eyes lit with mischief.

She gave him a regal look, reminding him at once who he was, though it did not work as intended. His eyes grew dark as he imagined bending her down over one of the balconies of the Senate Hall, her skirts floating about her with each thrust. His grin grew as he sent her the images, reminding her of his other intention- using those same skirts to duck under and pleasure her with his tongue while she was sitting through another droll meeting.

Padmé shivered, knowing he just might do that, given the opportunity. Passion pooled low as she thought of how useful he could be with said tongue. While he could be prone to sweet nothings, he was much more useful when using it to stroke… She practically dashed to the elevator.

Anakin pressed her against the side of the elevator once the doors closed, the small of her back pressing against the location of the security camera. "Twenty-three floors up, we have about a minute of privacy." He whispered in her ear, teasing the lobe.

She closed her eyes, steeling herself for an onslaught of her senses. She parted her lips, expecting him to press his against hers. Instead, she felt him lift the skirt up above her belly button, his mouth pressed to her mound. His tongue snaked along her clit, tasting the moisture that had already begun to collect there. She could only imagine his half-grin, and a whisper, "I would do it like this."

She clasped her hands on the guardrails of the elevator, her knees growing weak. She fought to keep quiet, not sure whether the camera had a microphone or not. He danced his tongue down to thrust inside, seeking to drive her temporarily mad.

And so she flirted with the edge of her climax, until they both heard the chime of the elevator arriving on her floor. He stood, did not bother wiping her or his smirk off his face. "Two can play." He murmured, leaving the elevator.

She settled the skirt about her thighs and stormed out behind him, grabbing his hand, jerking him into the shadowy alcoves of the hallway. "That's not fair, Anakin!" she hissed, her face both livid from frustration and still flushed from passion.

He seized her mouth, his tongue mating with her own. He grabbed her ass, pulling her closer to him, hiding her from view with his back. He let her come up for air, and reminded her, "Life isn't fair, Padmé." His voice was husky with passion.

Padmé threaded her fingers through his unruly curls, jerking his head back down to her own, parting her lips for his invasion. She rested her head against the wall of the alcove, knowing that at any moment another resident could come down the hallway, perhaps disturb them. "But love is fair…" she began.

He silenced her, his finger grazing across her lower lip. "I could continue it now." The intensity in his eyes told her that he was perfectly serious. He anticipated her next question, "No one would recognize us if they found us, we're in the shadows. If they saw anything, they would just see my back." He wished he could see her face, and see the scandal written across it. "But you would have to be quiet. Do you think you can manage that?"

He knew then she had taken up the challenge, that passion was ruling her judgment. His good hand slid down to her breasts, kneading lightly. He felt her melt against him, her hips rising out against his of their own accord as he pressed her against the wall of the alcove. "Oh Anakin…" she whispered, still not able to completely silence the urge to moan.

He drew his hand up to her lips to silence her again, chastise her for breaking the silence. "As much as I love hearing you say my name, you're going to have to keep from doing it, my love." He breathed into her ear and danced kisses down her neck. She squirmed and let her hands find his hair again.

Anakin's hand found her hips and he traced lazy circles on her hipbone, continuing to test her. When satisfied that she would not cry out, he moved to his waist, easing them down enough to free the erection that had been plaguing him since the cab. He rose her up easily, supporting her comfortably against the wall.

She gasped as he rubbed the head against her clit, stroking himself with her wetness. She rocked her hips toward him in response, seeking completion. He seized her mouth as he slid her down over his cock, muffling the groan of pleasure he had intended to express.

Each thrust sent a shiver through her, the pleasure building in the base of her. He kept them slow, calculating, waiting to feel her clench in anticipation. "Say my name, Mrs. Skywalker." His voice was abrupt, punctuated by his hips and the hard length within her. But he would not obey his own rules, he continued, whispering close to her ear, "You know it's driving you wild, knowing that anyone could see you here. And you want them to. You want them to see me screwing you."

His hand grabbed her ass, pulled her in harder. "To see me fucking you." His hand moved to her breasts, jerking the top roughly aside to find her taut nipples. "To see me doing my wife." He would have smirked if he had not taken her nipple between his lips, suckling.

She clenched her knees tight around his hips, her heels digging into his leather pants. "My husband." She whispered, her hands grabbing his hair, almost pulling. She tilted her head back, riding the waves of pleasure, his hard cock stroking her sweet spot.

The sound of her admission sent him reeling, as did the feeling of her tight wetness squeezing about him in her climax. He grabbed her mouth, drowning out his own yell of submission to the pleasure as he pumped his seed into her.

Anakin stayed that way, catching his breath as he cradled her by her bottom. He grinned once more, "See, no one is coming."

He spoke too soon, the sound of the elevator broke them from their reverie. Unwilling to break away from her and living in the excitement of the moment, he drew her closer, his length still buried within her. He used the Force to cloak them slightly as the couple moved out of the elevator and down the hall.

Her eyes widened, but he wiggled his hips, rubbing his groin against her already over-sensitive clit. She bit her lip, trying not to cry out. His grin was evil as he continued moving slightly, dragging another orgasm out of her.

The couple passed without consequence and he withdrew as she fell back against the wall, sated from pleasure. "And we haven't even gotten inside yet." He winked.

She laughed, delighted, and led him home.

Another Anidala screwing like bunnies story. ;) Yes Obi-Wan will come, but I'm taking my time. ;) As usual, all response is desired and encouraged- you guys are terrific:D