Thanks for the reviews. This is my first fan fic so I was not quite sure what to expect. I have a few different ideas on where Im going with this, but I have not set on one in particular just yet. Anyways, here is chapter 2.

Chapter 2.

Padme's Retribution

Opening my eyes slowly they adjust to the dim light in the room. I lay there for a while just staring at the dull ceiling that has seen the passionate love making sessions that Anakin and I have shared in this bed. The rising sun would bring a new day and Anakin along with it. Under normal circumstances, the anticipation of waiting for the day that Anakin would return to me would make time crawl at a toddlers pace. But now, time was rushing past me, drowning me, taunting me with each passing second. Every click of the chrono on the wall brought me closer to the point of reckoning. Should I be upfront with Anakin? Should I trust enough in our love that Anakin would understand that in my mixed up state of hurt, longing, and jealousy that I did not set out with the intention to hurt? How could he understand? I know I wouldn't if the roles were reversed. We had made vows to one another, and I had desecrated them in one vulnerable foolish drunk night. My sister had always warned me that alcohol was not something to de meddled with. The liquors effects mixed with a woman's emotions were not a wise concoction.

I craned my neck to look at the chrono hanging on the far wall. It was a new day. I had only maybe an hour before the sun's rays would come streaming into my room and force me to deal with my hangover and adultery. Just the thought made me kick the rumpled sheets at my feet and squirm nervously on the oversized bed. Gods, if Anakin didn't kill me for my treachery, then my guilt inevitably will.

Suddenly the hairs on my arms flared and my body became riddled with goose bumps. Every muscle tensed. There was someone in my apartment. I could feel it. Someone, who at this very moment, wanted me aware of their presence. Then I felt it. My husband. Pushing myself up on my elbows I surveyed the room, letting the tension trickle down my spine. My eyes were drawn to the far corner, by the entrance to my wardrobe, where the chaise was located. I saw something in the chaise shift ever so slightly. With Coruscant's night lights casting just enough glow that I could only see his knee-high black boots. The rest of him was shrouded in darkness, along with the tension that just descended on the room. My breath caught in my throat and I realized he had been feeding off of my tumultuous feelings this entire time. How long had he been here? Just then he leaned forward and let the light uncloak his face. My eyes burned with the vision before me. Anakin's eyes bore down on me with unease and hurt. I could only stare back. I could not locate my tongue in my mouth to form a greeting. His locked stare parried with mine, probing me with his all too knowing eyes. I became aware of the wet tears streaming paths down my cheeks, one tickling the edge of my upper lip.

"What happened here, Padme?" He said it so softly, and yet, at the same time so commanding. I could only gape at him. He tilted his head and leaned just a tad closer to reiterate the question.

"You are frightening me." I finally found my voice with the fear that had suddenly gripped me.

He responded quickly. "You're frightening me."

He rose so suddenly, that in response, I scurried back on the bed until my spine collided roughly with the wooden headboard. My hands clutched at the sheets, pulling them around me as if to protect me from the powerful jedi stalking towards my bed. My mind scolded me for reacting to my love in this way. Anakin might be a volatile man, but he would never excerpt that towards me, would he? Like scared nervous prey, I watched his every move that brought him closer to me. He eased himself down softly, so softly, that I did not feel the bed shift when his weight fully settled on the edge. I wanted to crawl into his lap like a child that wanted redemption from a parent after being scolded. I wanted him to look at me like he had the last time I had seen him. I wanted him to kiss me and tell me how much he yearned for me while he was away. I wanted him to tear down the wall that had built itself between us in the last few minutes.

I had to make myself blink the fear out of my eyes, and forced myself to replace it with the love that only he inspired. I coked my head to the side and took in the sight of him. His clothes were dirty and he looked as if he had just finished taking on, single handedly, a whole platoon. Now that he was closer to me I could make out his features. He was terrified and hurt. Breaking my grip I had on the sheet, I stretched my hand out to meet the side of the most beautiful face I had ever laid eyes on. The minute I made contact his eyes closed and he leaned in almost desperately to my touch.

"Oh, Anakin." It came out on a sigh. Then everything collapsed around us, the tension, the wall, the confusion. With lightning fast speed he had me in his fierce embrace, holding me so close and so tight I felt my small frame almost being crushed. It didn't matter. It felt wonderful. He began to desperately kiss my neck where his face was buried and groped me furiously. I could barely make out his mumblings.

"Are you alright? I just felt something…off when I entered. Like something bad had happened here, I didn't mean to frighten you, but as long as you are safe and well, then nothing else matters."

With the last word barely escaping his lips he took possession of my mouth. The groan that followed when his tongue met mine was of desperation and utter relief. Fire began to build in me and all thoughts of confession and guilt melted away when his hands grabbed my hips and pulled my body down to lay flat on my back. He pulled back to look at me, his breath coming in hard waves that his chest caught my immediate attention with the harsh rise and fall. I reached up and parted his tunic, letting my hands roam over his tight smooth chest. His head fell back and he panted my name. The feel of his naked skin under my hands made my body peel off the bed and arch towards him, begging to be touched. He responded immediately. My nightgown was ripped right down the middle and shoved roughly to the sides. I gasped as the cool air caressed my nipples that were already taut from my arousal. His eyes were instantly drawn down. He growled and then my right nipple was the victim of his tongue lashing, fierce biting, and sucking. I cried out as he bit down too hard, enflaming us even more. I grabbed the back of his neck and dug my nails into his beautifully tanned skin. This made him suckle more fiercely and I could feel my silk panties becoming ruined. My body was already prepared for him to be rocking in and out of me and he had just started his seductive play on me. With his tongue never losing contact from my skin he lifted his eyelids, which seemed almost too heavy to keep open, to lock eyes with me. With blue eyes luring me down deeper into the euphoric state that only Anakin can create, he licked his way from one breast to the others, never breaking the sultry stare. His look of hunger made my entire body shake with anticipation. My back bowed again to put more of me into his luscious mouth and my knees automatically bent and parted. Anakin wasted no time. He cradled himself between my legs and broke contact with my breasts slowly. He moved both hands and laid them flat against my inner thighs. His head rose from between my thighs where he had lowered himself to and looked at me with all the love in the world and I felt the shame hit me hard and low.

"Gods, Padme, I want you. Do you know how long I have been dying to touch you?"

The words rang so close to the words that Bail had said to me a few hours ago. The arousal abruptly left my eyes, and I reached down to cradle Anakin's face. I spoke softly and my voice came out on a sigh.

"I have to tell you something, before we do anything else."

TBC