A/N: I've edited out the full-detailed scene of Padme and Anakin's "encounter" as much as possible so I could bring the story here as well. But for those interested in its entirety - I'll direct you to Ao3, under the same title, author name Kay2Es0 - still me. The rest of the story has developed from what I originally wrote as an explicit one-shot, so here it is!

Updates to be made on Thursdays - regular schedule starting July 21st.

Disclaimer: The fic does still allude to and include heavily sexual/adult themes and a fair bit of language. And more than anything else, this fic deals with pregnancy, for those that want to 'nope' out before they get started. Just want to make things clear for everyone deciding to read on! Same warnings will apply for all chapters to come.

Beyond that, the primary focus is following Padme down her rabbit-hole of decision making that starts...here. So, I hope you enjoy. Please be kind in feedback!

Ch. 1

This was supposed to be Obi-Wan's big day, and his day only. Well, his and Satine's but that was just a minor detail at this point. He knew that - he respected that. Which is why when Obi-Wan said, "Now Anakin, please tell me you'll behave yourself and not do anything foolish at my wedding," he couldn't not promise his best friend that. What kind of best man would he have been? Besides… He was holding up his end of the bargain! Mostly… Well, it would have been a lot easier if the groom of this wedding would have kindly mentioned that one of his new wife's friends was the most beautiful woman walking on the face of the Earth. Okay, maybe not to Obi-Wan, given the whole wedding thing, but there's no way he could've been expected to not say something to this woman! And - there was no way he should have been expected to behave when she had made a 'come hither' motion of her finger at him from across the room when their eyes locked on each other.

That's how he ended up in the stall of the women's restroom, swallowing the moans of the most incredible woman he'd even seen. He wasn't sure how much longer he would last but when she frantically tapped him on the shoulder, he stopped in an instant and did his best to keep it together.

"Wh-what is it? Did I… Did I hurt you?" he said between ragged breaths. She was shaking her head, trying to catch her breath as she continued running her hands through his hair, across his shoulders and down his back.

"No, no, just… Put me down, I…" She stopped, and he thought he… may have just made one of the biggest and most stupid mistakes in his life. He could practically hear Obi-Wan's lecture, not to mention… But then she looked at him with half-lidded eyes, blushing hard though he could barely tell from how flushed her skin already was, before continuing, "…want it from behind…"

He let out a breathy laugh, lowering her to the ground, making sure her legs would support her. "Whatever you want… I wanna give it to you," he breathed hotly against her ear with a grin as she took him by the hand and walked out of the stall.

"Oh… You're definitely gonna give it to me," she practically purred at him, looking him up and down.

He was… stunned. He wanted to pinch himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming and this absolute goddess of a woman… with her beautiful, big brown eyes staring at him, long mahogany curls cascading over one shoulder, her kiss-swollen lips parted slightly… was really calling for him to take her again.

"Well?" She said, breathlessly, "are you gonna come here or am I just gonna have to finish by myself?"

He crashed over her back, dropping his hands from her hip and her hair. She gave a low groan and he struggled to prop himself back up, holding the edges of the sink. They stayed like that for a few minutes, getting their bearings before she nudged him with her elbow and he stood, drawing soft sighs from both their lips as he moved away. His breathing was still erratic when she turned and grabbed him by his opened tuxedo vest into a long, hard kiss, slipping her tongue in his mouth. He held her waist, kissing her back just as hard before she finally leaned away, smiling at him.

"Fuck, you're amazing," he grinned at her, unable to resist kissing her one more time as she cupped his face, running her fingertips over the outline of his jaw.

"You're not so bad yourself," she pushed him back softly, taking a moment to clean herself up before reaching down to pull her underwear back up and fix her dress. Standing up again she had a more serious look on her face, "I… don't normally… do anything like this. I just… want you to know that." She looked up, fiddling with her dress nervously, before he covered her hand with his and leaned in to press a soft kiss to her forehead.

"I didn't… And..well…I don't either…" he felt almost shy saying it, which seemed completely foolish after what they'd just done with each other. Which he still couldn't believe they had actually just done with each other. She leaned up on her tiptoes to press one more chaste kiss to his lips, a wide smile stretching across her face as he was sure she could tell he was blushing now.

He tucked himself back in his pants, fixing his clothes as she continued watching him, biting into the side of her finger. She reached up and gently raked her fingers through his hair, so it didn't look quite as messy. He tried to return the favor, but it only made her giggle before she knocked his hand away and fixed it herself in the mirror. They both looked each other up and down, "You think we can go back out there?" He smirked at her.

She patted his chest, "I'm gonna go out first, wait a few minutes before you do?" He nodded and she smiled, unlocking the door.

"Hey, wait," he reached out to grab her hand, "I don't… I'm sorry but… what did you say your name was, again?" He wondered if he looked as embarrassed as he felt.

A devilish grin spread across her face and with a small shrug she added, "I didn't…" before slipping out the door.

How was he ever supposed to… Jesus, he couldn't even tell Obi-Wan what had just happened, the guy might actually kill him… When he finally got back out there, he looked all over but… she was gone. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. How the hell could he have let her get away? He grumbled to himself, softly kicking at the wall in the hallway. And now - now he had to go find his friend and try to find something else enjoyable about this whole occasion. And all he'd be thinking about was...her...instead.

6 weeks later:

"C'mon, c'mon…" she tapped her fingers anxiously on the countertop before stepping back, pacing around her bedroom. The anticipation was killing her slowly. There's… no way. She had convinced herself it wasn't possible, I mean… sure she made a stupid decision that night at Satine's wedding, but it wasn't like she was the first person that had ever been drunk and dumb, right? Her friends were always talking about drunken hook-ups, and nothing bad had ever happened to any of them. The timer went off and she walked back in the bathroom, turning the slim white stick over. Positive.

She put her face in her hands and groaned, "Oh my god…" How was she going to… tell anyone she was… pregnant… by some guy she met at a wedding, once, and had mindblowing – which was hardly relevant - sex with, once… Maybe there was still a chance to salvage this… Or at least, start to? What was she thinking! But… She could just call Satine, to inquire is all… maybe that would be a good first step…

"Padme? It's so good to hear from you!" Satine exclaimed, "How are you? Obi and I just got back from the honeymoon, settling back in now, before you ask – it was absolutely incredible."

"That's great, I am… I am so happy for you. I'm great! I just… I called and I have a favor… Not a favor, really, it's just a question," Padme said, hesitantly, still looking at the pregnancy test in front of her with a million thoughts and even more doubts running through her mind.

"Anything! What is it? You sound… Are you sure you're okay?" Satine sounded concerned so Padme put that to rest quickly.

"Yes! Oh god, yes, I'm fine. I just… Could you tell me about the… tall, curly-headed dark blonde, guy, from your wedding? Do you… know who he is, by chance?" She was hoping her tone was coming off as innocently curious, but worried that it was sounding suspicious instead.

"Ah! Of course – that's Anakin, Anakin Skywalker. He's Obi's best friend, sort of like a little brother! Why do you ask? Are you… oh! Are you interested? Did you say something to him at the wedding? Or him to you?"

Her friend's excitement was… almost dreadful, and did she just say best friend – could this actually be any worse?

"Is… is he… not that this is any of my business, or that I care necessarily, but… do you know if he's seeing anyone?" Padme threw the test in the trash before quickly shaking her head and retrieving it again. She honestly didn't know what to do with it other than stare in disbelief.

"Um, no, I don't believe so, let me ask Obi though…" There was a long pause as she heard Satine yelling for her new husband, "Nope, he isn't, he's apparently been pining after someone he met though, funny… Obi said he didn't catch her name, he's just been hoping to run into her by chance. So, I don't know about that. But did you want me to… introduce you? Because I will!"

"Thanks, Satine, that's all I really needed. That's alright, I'll… let you know if something changes!" Padme hung up the phone before her friend could utter another word.

He didn't catch her name? Oh god… Was he looking for her? Did she just give him a way to actually… find her? She felt like googling 'is there a casual way to reach out to your one-night-stand' but settled on wishing she could just crawl into her bed and die instead. And now… Would Satine say something to Obi? Would he say… She groaned loudly, walking back out of her bathroom to pace around the house. If – and that's a big if – one of them did say something… Padme that's ridiculous you cannot see this man, she scolded herself for even thinking it. But he was, or at least he seemed, like a nice enough guy… No - remember the circumstances. Of course he was nice. He was inside her. But maybe… No, definitely no.

She leaned her head against the wall and sighed, muttering softly to herself, "What kind of a name is… Skywalker?"