Nervous

Anakin Skywalker is nervous.

Really nervous.

And it is not because he just got illegally married and if the Jedi Council found out, they would expel him from the Order and he and Padme would be the center of a devastating scandal.

It's also not because he is about to lose his virginity and have sex for the first time ever. Though, that thought gives him anxiety too.

Anakin is nervous because Padme is about to see him shirtless. She never has before. What if she is turned off by his body and decides to divorce him? It might not even be possible to get a divorce because they were married in secret. Anakin panics as the unbelievably ridiculous thoughts race through his head.

What young man doesn't to look good shirtless in front of the woman he loves? That is why Anakin is panicking.

Padme is also nervous but only half as much as her husband.

Anakin has already seen her abs before. On Naboo at her family house, on Tatooine at the Lars home, on Geonosis during the battle. She did it on purpose, to dress comfortably, gain confidence in front of Anakin and yes, seduce Anakin. It is was a subconscious decision to arouse him and it worked because she caught him looking at her midriff several times, even when they were being shot at by Geonosians and battle droids. She works out and he was impressed to see it.

But what if he is not as impressed by the rest of her? Her breasts are not the biggest and maybe her clit won't do it for him. Surely, her perfume and makeup will come off during the hopeful passion and he will see her real face.

Anakin only takes off his shirt when he goes to sleep. He cannot see himself in the dark or under the covers, which cover up to his abdomen, leaving his nipples exposed.

Now, standing in the bathroom, Anakin takes his shirt off and forces himself to look in the bathroom mirror. Surprisingly, he does not cringe at the view.

Ever since he was a little boy, he has had body image issues. Being a malnourished slave, he did not look good.

But now.

He looks good.

The young man gawks at himself and his strong jaw drops down to his attractive Adam's Apple. Underneath the Apple, beautiful collar bone extenuating from impressive broad shoulders. From the center of the collar bone a defined line separating his two sculpted pecs, whose nipples have hardened in the cold temperature of the bathroom. The ripped vertical line in the center of his stomach stops his navel and three horizontal lines trace his abdomen. Anakin grins as he checks out his abs. He turns around and marvels at his well formed back muscles. The best part-his biceps. He grins as he flexes his guns for the mirror to see. All of those workouts over the years and all of that time in the gym paid off and he was just too shy to see it.

Padme considers peeking into the bathroom to see what Anakin is up to but she decides against it. She had also thought about peering into his bedroom when he was having that nightmare about his mother. At the time, Padme had of course wanted to comfort Anakin and put her arms around him but in the back of her mind, she had known that he might be shirtless and the opportunity to see him and touch him was there.

Padme bites her lip as she waits for Anakin to join her. She decides to prepare.

Strip. Strip. Strip.

She is down to her tight fitting silky crimson bra and matching panties. The scars on her back, under bra strap, have healed. Padme snarls as she thinks about the Nexu that hurt her. It is dead now, thanks to Anakin, who now emerges from the bathroom, shirtless, stripped down to his black boxers, which immediately tighten when he sees Padme in her glory.

They gawk, smile and marvel at each other's beautiful bodies.

"Next time, we will undress each other." Anakin and Padme agree.

And with that, they consummate their secret marriage.