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

Chapter 4

He traced lazy circles around her belly button, watching the abdominal muscles quiver underneath his touch. They lounged peacefully on the balcony of her Senatorial apartment, relaxing in the balmy summer night. Both ignored that normal life was to resume nearly as early as the sun would peak over the horizon of the artificial planet. They had changed to more comfortable attire- Anakin in his soft lounging pants and Padmé had found a flimsy gauzy number that Anakin suspected was only marginally more comfortable than her evening wear.

A bowl of red berries sat at their side, enticing with fresh cream for dipping. Padmé had found an older vintage of the champagne that the Nubian countryside grew so well. She picked up her flute, sipping delicately from the bubbly liquid. "I don't want this to end." She whispered, almost afraid to break the illusion.

He smiled, resting his cheek against her silky hair, inhaling the scent. "It doesn't have to." His voice was soft, wistful.

Padmé tilted her head towards his, meeting his lips. "But it does… I am only your wife in duty for the rest of the night."

He nearly growled, catching her mouth against his once more, before reprimanding, "Don't use that dirty d-word." He met her eyes, the light blue haunted by the passion he always had to withhold when he was not with her. "Your only duty right now is to enjoy this," he gestured with a hand, "enjoy what little time we have left." The errant fingers circling her belly button grazed along the top of her hipbones, his touch feather soft.

She shivered, sighing gently as she let him lull her back into their little private world of enjoyment. His delicate touch drifted just below the lacy line of her panties, dipping only low enough to hear her gasp in anticipation. She shifted, her bottom rubbing in earnest against his groin. He shifted her just lower, knowing if she remained directly in his lap he would not last long.

His mouth moved down the side of her neck, nibbling lightly at the base of her neck. Inwardly, he cursed at not having two hands to use to caress her, fighting with whether to use his flesh hand to knead her breasts or to play with her hips. The former won- he eased his hand up the edge of her negligee, gently pushing it out of the way. He found the sweet weight of them and cupped her, his own breath hitching with her own.

She rocked against him, her soft ass finding the growing erection and teasing inadvertently. He stopped, gathering her in his arms to lay her out on their chair, to hover above her. He straddled her waist, bending his head down to whisper in her ear, "We're out in the open again, Mrs. Skywalker."

She grinned, tangling her fingers through his messy hair, her hips inclining up towards his in acknowledgement. "As long as you're up for the entire galaxy being able to see your bare ass."

His smirk made desire pool low and hot as he laughed, "Wouldn't be the first time, probably won't be the last. Besides, no one can see us here. It's too dark, too high." His fingers unceremoniously tugged at the fledgling covering, "How in the world do you take this stupid thing off without tearing it?"

Padmé returned his grin, pushing him slightly away. Her eyes locked with his and she dragged it over her head, her arms high above her head. He caught her wrists above her head, gesturing for her to drop it. She did, licking her lips in anticipation. His gaze darkened as he saw the motion, he kept her hands above her head with one hand and bent to seize her mouth, caress said tongue with his own.

"I've had enough of this foreplay nonsense, you're already ready for me." He ran his index finger over the outside of her panties, feeling the moisture seep through. He closed his eyes, his cock throbbing in anticipation. "I can't believe what you do to me, and I haven't even gotten inside of you." His mouth went to hear breast, seeking the tight peaks of her nipples greedily, then looked up to her, watching her moan. He freed her arms, letting her work at his pants as he eagerly sought to free her of her own last impediment.

Without waiting for the pants to free his ankles, he tossed the panties beside her lingerie, thrusting quickly into her. He groaned in pleasure as he felt the warmth of her around him. She wrapped her legs about him, meeting his rhythm.

He grinned as she finally allowed herself to cry out as her body rose in its passion, its progression towards climax. "Anakin!" Oh how I love you saying my name.

It drove him to rush, pummeling into her, seeking his own release, knowing hers would follow, feeling how tight she was about him. The harder he thrust, the louder she screamed his name… and he fell into oblivion, finding sweet ecstasy, her wetness surrounding him.

He gathered her into his arms, holding her close, losing the urgency. "Don't get used to this… one day we're going to be old."

Padmé laughed, "I think we'll die before we lose this."

He grinned- one could only hope, but with her sweet ass… He tucked her under his chin, kissing the top of her head tenderly.

I decided the bunnies needed a more lovey-dovey interlude, before they introduce some more spice to their love life. You guys can thank watermelon for the lovely balcony idea… though I am not sure it quite counts as being as hot as the last chapters… not sure how to counter the last couple chapters. LOL

I love the ideas, keep them pouring in. ;)