On Your Throne

Summary: It's the end of a long day. Empress Amidala and her husband are tired from meetings and just want some time alone.

The throne room was quiet. All those seeking an audience were gone; the guards were dismissed. Empress Amidala sat on her throne staring aimlessly lost in thought. One of her hands was laced into the dark golden hair of her husband who sat on the floor next to her with his head resting on her thigh. His eyes were closed and his breathing was steady.

"You should go rest," Padme said softly.

Anakin was always by her side. Her faithful guard, advisor, and confidant.

He leaned his head back and looked up at her. He smiled that smile that he knew she never tired of seeing. He slowly stood up and stretched. He bent over and picked her up, and before she could protest, he sat back down on the throne with her in his lap. His arms tightened around her. She rested her head against his chest.

He left a kiss on the top of her head. "Is this better?" he whispered.

He held his wife close and enjoyed the smell of her. It was a mixture of her flowery shampoo, intoxicating perfume, and sweat. He closed his eyes as he synced his breathing to match hers. He was tired and could easily fall asleep, but he would remain awake and diligent as he would never leave her alone until she finished up all of duties. Then they could rest together.

Many called him the Empress's pet. That he was whipped. Leashed. A dog. Those who were bold called him a slave. Their tongues did not stay in their bodies for long after that.

But he generally did not care. In a way, what they said was true. She was everything to him. The love of his life. All the stars in the galaxy paled next to her. He had fallen to the Dark Side for her. Destroyed the Jedi to save her life. Killed Palpatine and placed her on the throne, and now he willingly did whatever she asked.

Anakin cupped her face with his hand and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "I love you," he said softly.

She looked into his yellow eyes. "I love you too," she replied.

He had gotten very good at sensing lies. The amount of liars amongst the politicians and the wealthy was disgusting. It was a shame he had honed this strength now instead of when he was a Jedi. Perhaps he would have seen through their lies sooner.

It also meant he could sense the truth, especially in Padme's words. He smiled. It was always refreshing to hear her say it. To hear the truth of it. She loved him. She meant those words. Such a simple saying, but so powerful.

He nuzzled her face, kissed her cheek, and nibbled on her ear.

"What do you say we skip over your last few meetings?" he murmured in a low sultry voice.

She placed both of her hands on either side of his face as she pulled his lips towards her. He leaned in eagerly and their lips pressed against each other. He took in a sharp breath as he tasted her. She tasted so good.

She positioned her knees on either side of his hips straddling him.

"What if we just stay here?" she said. Her lips brushed against his as she talked.

"Here? On your throne?"

"Mmm. Yes."

He didn't answer in words. Instead, his hand wrapped around her back and slid down to her bottom. He gave her a squeeze which caused her to moan into his lips, exciting him further. Heat grew deep and low inside of him as he gave her bottom another squeeze.

And then the commlink went off.

Anakin groaned as she pulled away.

"Ignore it," he said. He leaned forward and kissed her lips hoping to draw her back to him. She melted back into him. The commlink had gone silent and was quickly forgotten as her arms wrapped around his neck. Her body was flushed against his -

The commlink went off again.

He huffed in annoyance as he fished out the com from his pocket.

"Vader," he growled, letting his full annoyance drip venom into his voice.

"Daddy!"

"Daddy!"

A long breath left his body and with it so did the venom. His shoulders sagged and the heat inside him dimmed.

"Daddy! Luke bit me!"

"Leia hit me first!"

"I did not!"

He sighed yet to even get a word in.

"My loves," Padme said softly. "Where are your nannies?"

Silence.

"If you two have an argument you to go to your nannies or Threepio," Anakin said.

"Nooooo," they whined together.

"We want you! You and mommy!"

"When are you coming home?"

A pained look flashed across Padme's face and Anakin felt it in his heart. They had been so busy lately with a series of treaties. They had had endless long days with early mornings and late nights. If they even saw their children, it was when they were asleep in their beds.

"We're on our way right now," Padme said. There were two delighted gasps. "And I am sure you two will have clean rooms when we get there. Only children with clean rooms get hot chocolate."

"Hot chocolate?"

"Hot chocolate! Bye mommy! Bye daddy!"

The call ended before either parent could say anything more.

Padme's smile was big and warm.

"What about your meetings?" he asked.

"Canceled," she said as she slid off his lap.

He fought back a longing sigh as his eyes lingered on her body. The heat was now completely gone.

But whatever annoyance he had about it was washed away with hugs and kisses and bubbly laughter of two precious little kids that were so happy and excited to see their parents. Anakin and Padme's smiles never faded as they scooped up the twins and carried them to the kitchen. The children could barely stay seated as the hot chocolate was prepared and they recounted all of their adventures their parents had missed out on over the past few days.

When the children quieted down as they drank the chocolate, Anakin took a moment and closed his eyes. He felt so content. He could sense the happiness and love swirling around the room. He never knew he could have this much love in him nor this much love directed at him.

It was Anakin who carried Luke and Leia to bed and read them a bedtime story while Padme went to get out of her elaborate dress. One story turned into five with pleas of "Daddy! Just one more!"

Finally with the twins tucked in, he made his way to his own room. He was tired. The lack of sleep was catching up with him. His body felt heavy and sore. Perhaps Padme could cancel her morning meetings and they could sleep in.

As soon as he entered the bedroom all thoughts about sleep were quickly gone. Padme sat on their bed wearing only a silk robe tied at her hips. The open slit showed she wasn't wearing anything underneath.

He smiled as the heat returned with a surge of energy. Once free of his clothes, she welcomed him with open arms into their bed where they made love. Afterward, they curled around each other, their legs and arms intertwined, and fell deep asleep.