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Chapter 4

Anakin waited a while before stealing away from the Jedi Temple and towards the Senate apartments. While he did not want to cross paths with Obi-Wan, the heat of passion still boiled in his veins at the memory of his wife's touch and was only growing stronger. It was practically throbbing through him the nearer he drew, images of her writhing under his touch flashing through his mind. A grin caught his lips as he realized she might be waiting rather impatiently for him.

He let himself in and found the apartment dark; the handmaidens already gone to bed and he suspected their mistress had done the same. He paused, reaching out in the Force to determine whether she was still awake or if the evening had set her in a similar state. As he found her Force signature, a wave of passion rolled over him, settling in his groin as liquid heat.

His jaw dropped, wiping the smirk from his face. So you couldn't wait, either, my sexy little wife? Anakin sunk through the shadows, using every stealth technique he could think of so as not to disturb her. The darkness of her room was adequate to stand back and wait as her muffled moans filtered to his ears. He knew there would be few opportunities to watch as his Padmé brought herself to her own climax, her fingers deftly teasing as his might. Slowly he disrobed, peeling away gloves and tunics to be ready to join her.

She shifted on the bed, reaching towards the bedside table. The movement caused the silky robe to slip further down her shoulder, revealing her cleavage and the ridiculous slip she still wore. Her fingers found what she wanted, grasping a tiny plastic egg, switching it to a vibrating mode.

Anakin took the chance and moved to her, grabbing her wrist to prevent her from using the device, seizing her mouth to capture her cry. As she recognized him, her cry changed to a moan; her arms pulled him closer. Finally he broke free, whispering in her ear, "Let me do that." He shut the device off, tossing it to the side. Her smile was enough to undo him and he ravished her mouth once more.

She laid back as he pressed closer, his flesh hand tracing circles around her hips. They rose in anticipation, eager for his touch. His hot mouth trailed down her jaw and danced about her lips and she groaned, her fingers following the long line of his muscular back and finding his backside. "Stop teasing me, Anakin. I need you."

He nodded, pushing the thin robe away and finding the nub of a pebbled nipple underneath the slip. She grabbed his ass, pulling him closer. He grinned at her urgency, sinking to the bed beside her. Before she could protest, he pulled her atop him, bringing her mouth closer for another kiss. "I'll let you have your way."

Padmé did not waste time, dragging her clit over his member, hardening him further and eliciting a cry from both. As she enjoyed herself, he yanked the slip over her head, sinking his hands in her hair. They tangled in the curls as she drew herself down, sinking his hard cock within.

He groaned as she rocked her hips, adjusting herself around him. His mechanical hand remained in her hair as his flesh hand settled on her hips, guiding her motions. Anakin watched as her face lit up in rapture, waves of passion claiming her. His fingers tightened about her hip as the hot wetness of her clasped tighter about him, her climax settling over her.

Anakin pulled her closer, his tongue seeking hers as she cried into his mouth, her hips grinding into his own, her orgasm flowing through her. Sated, she collapsed upon him, her cheek pressing against his damp shoulders as his cock still twitched within, needing her. Not wanting to spoil her mood, he whispered into her hair, "Are you ready for me?" she nodded weakly.

Gently, he laid her back down within the pillows, kissing her once more as he drove back inside her. He coaxed another orgasm from her as he rode her, finding the pace she had favored. But as she clasped her legs about him, he lost control, his own release rocketing through him, sending white stars through his field of vision.

Anakin rolled over, nuzzling against her shoulder as she stroked his forehead, her fingers resting in his curls. "I love you." He murmured as he finally relaxed, sinking into the lavish padding and soft covers. It was the moment he had waited for and as it would end in a few short hours, he grabbed on to it and welcomed it into his dreams.


The next morning came as quickly as he had predicted, sunlight filtering in through the shades on the broad windows. He propped himself up on an elbow, watching Padmé pace restlessly as she worked on the buttons of a heavy corset, already preparing for the day. Before rising, he breathed in deeply, smelling the rich scent of the kafe percolating in the kitchen and listening to the gentle lull of the holo in the next room.

His fingers replaced her own and he quickly finished her task, his lips tickling her neck. She sighed softly. "I didn't want to wake you." She turned her head to meet his kiss.

Anakin shook his head, taking in the sight of her corset, wishing he was not required to aid her dressing instead of watching her skirts fall to the floor one last time. "I need to help you," he protested. The few mornings that he lingered hampered her ability to use her handmaidens to don the elaborate attire her position required.

"No, I can do it. You have to get back to the Council, either way. Obi-Wan mentioned that you had a meeting with them." She pulled another layer on, waiting patiently as Anakin fastened her.

He smirked, looking toward the shimmersilk slip on the floor. "Were you wearing that when he came by?" he teased, enjoying the blush that crept up her face.

"Yes. I was waiting for you." She giggled, "I suppose that's why the gossip on the holo this morning is that I am having an affair with your Master."

Alarm marred his features, "You jest. What exactly are they saying?"

She caught his hand, pulled him toward the living area where the holo was still running feeds of the night prior. Currently, it showed a clip of Padmé caught in his embrace on the dance floor. The camera zoomed in, Anakin's curls tangled in his wife's fingers as his face lingered near her own. He paled as the narrator commented, "The only fire in the ballroom last night was between that of Senator Amidala and her mysterious lover."

The scene changed to that of Padmé's balcony, where Padmé and his Master were seated. Her robe was drawn tightly about her and Obi-Wan had his hand drawn to his face, which Anakin knew he had a bad habit of doing when he was uncomfortable with the situation. The narrator compounded, "A lover that could be Master Obi-Wan Kenobi of the Jedi Council."

Padmé burst into laughter, running her fingers through Anakin's curls. "Since when does Obi-Wan have blond curls?"

Anakin shook his head, grabbing her hand. "This is serious, Padmé. We need to be more careful. What if that was me on the balcony?"

She walked back to her room, finding an ear fob. Her eyes trained on the mirror. "No one takes the gossip columns seriously, Anakin." She fastened the other fob to her ear. "It just means we can't enjoy the balcony any more."

He frowned. "It also means I'm going to have a harder time leaving this morning. They're watching your apartment." He met her eyes in the mirror, "This would not be happening if I could rightfully claim you as my wife."

Padmé whirled on her heel, covering his mouth. "Anakin, don't talk like that. You know it's not possible. And aside from that, it would still happen. The gossip writers look for infidelity as well."

The line of his mouth remained hard. "Obi-Wan would never be here when I was away, were we to live together. Unless, of course, you really were having an affair with him."

She frowned, "Stop that! Anakin, you know that would never happen."

"Do I?" he challenged.

She turned away. "I love you. I thought you knew that."

Anakin softened and drew her into his arms. "I'm sorry, Padmé. This is just hard for me."

Padmé nodded, "And for me." She looked at the chrono on the bedside table, sighing. "And you had best get dressed and head down to the Council. As much as I enjoy looking at your backside, that would definitely make the gossip shows."

It was his turn to blush.


This is unbeta'd, but I wanted to give my beta a break (as this is half smut) and a surprise. ;)

I DO intend on finishing this, if Darth Real Life will ever give me a chance!

Reviews are love. It was a review that prompted me to hurry up and write this chapter.