A/N: Caution, steamy scenes ahead. This is where that M rating comes into play. Like Master like Padawan, our favourite Jedi find themselves spending a night out in the Republic. I've never written a pairing scene this raw before, please let me know if it's too much and I'll fall back on future chapters.

Originally this chapter wasn't even supposed to exist, but it was hard to pass up a chance to write Anakin like this, and so I caved, which will inevitably lengthen this fic. Disclaimer: I don't own Lucasfilm or any of its characters.

Anakin angled himself slightly to ignite the final red candle in his shimmering array, before setting it down, completing his intricate arrangement. A look of satisfaction crossed his features as he took in the romantic display before him.

He had transformed the elegant bedroom into a boudoir 'worthy of a Queen', he thought. He could effectively add romantic to the list of things he was, that a Jedi should never actually be. Having arrived at Padme's apartment earlier that evening, on a whim, he got to work preparing for a night of amorous festivities with her. A string of late meetings had kept her back at the Senate, as she worked tirelessly to get several important bills passed. She had restlessly comm'd him all afternoon on her personal frequency:

'My stress and exhaustion have officially peaked…I need a break. Rescue me, maybe?'

His usually poised wife had been positively writhing in sexual frustration beneath her regal robes, in want of him. Anakin understood the unspoken message, and he'd be ready for her.

Slightly damp from his bath, he draped a dark robe over his impressive shoulders, which hung loosely about him, leaving his bare chest and chiseled abdomen revealed. Beneath that, he donned a pair of loose pants under which he was completely bare, ready for her taking when she arrived. He ran his mechno-hand through his moist, tousled locks shifting his side-bangs slightly. He wanted everything to be perfect for her.

After pouring two glasses of Trandoshan Wine, he laid them beside each other on the vanity, close to his folded Jedi robes and comm glove. He had no interest in those virtues and obligations tonight. This was an hour of carnal indulgence, and he would immerse himself in it. Anakin's vices never quite wore on his conscience the way they would on other Jedi. He knew he was disobeying the Order, but in his mind he was obeying a higher law. His love was a good thing, his intimacy with his wife was a good thing; he was powerful with the Force and knew this would be true, despite the Council's apprehension. How could any of this truly be a bad thing?

Every marriage, he surmised, had its challenging times. But on its best days, his union made him feel more alive than anything else ever had, and the secrecy gave him an added thrill. A Jedi-Senatorial romance was the sweet, but most forbidden fruit in the eyes of the Republic, and yet he feasted on it endlessly.

Satisfied with his countenance and his display of candlelight, Anakin sat on the bed's edge to lay in wait for his prey. He wanted her to know he was ready to ravish her the moment she stepped through the doors. As if on cue, he heard the main entryway buzz open, followed by the mechanical droning of C-3PO's voice, fussing about something irrelevant to the Senator, as usual.

He maintained his position in the bedroom, dark and imposing, with his head slightly bowed. His pulse quickened in anticipation at the sound of her voice, filtering through the air like music, as she dismissed the droids for the night. His blood circulated more towards his lower body, pulsating through him, almost in sync with her approaching footsteps, as thoughts of what he intended to do to her flooded his mind. And then finally, the moment had arrived. Her footsteps paused at the bedroom's doorway.

"Anakin…" she gasped, almost breathlessly.

He met her gaze and took in the look of pure surprise on her face.

"Wow. What seems to be the occasion?"

"The return of my wife into my arms is all." He smirked and raised to his full height, allowing the night robe to slip from his broad shoulders down his frame.

The soft glow from the candles polished his skin in unison with the glimmer of the city lights, streaming through the window. The gentle radiance cast shadows off his chiseled, lean form; even his mechno-arm caught the gentle gleams, adding to his splendor. He truly was a sight to behold.

"I seem to remember a certain distress signal from your frequency today. Something about needing a rescue?" He closed the distance and encircled her waist.

"Hmmm, how lucky I am to have a Jedi Knight come to my aid,'' she breathed before he captured her lips. Padme returned his affections hungrily; she wanted him and she was not about to be kept waiting.

Quickly he worked to undo the clasps of her overly elaborate dress. Her senatorial garments were all stunning, but they annoyed him to no end when it was time to disrobe. Feeling his frustration, she giggled and helped him to peel away the layers. And finally flesh met flesh, as the large dress pooled around her ankles. With one strong arm Anakin lifted her and made for the bed, dropping her softly.

Without missing a beat, he reclaimed her lips, and his flesh-hand found her twin mounds, shifting attention from one to the other, never leaving her lips. Desire overtook him and with his free hand he separated her legs, with a bit more force than intended. Bending them at her knees, his fingers found her center and roamed her heat. Padme moaned against his lips, as his digits pressed into her core, moistening her under his touch.

She reached down to palm him through his loose pants where he ached for her the most. A hiss escaped Anakin's lips on contact, and he was sure his skin ignited in her hands. Pleasure blurred his senses, tempting him to take her then and there. But with practiced discipline, he withheld the urge, wanting to overwhelm her senses with pleasure first.

Twik-twik-twik- Twik-twik-twik- Twik-twik-twik-

Anakin groaned in frustration, breaking their kiss. His eyes followed the distinct sound to his glove, where he'd left it adjacent to the forgotten glasses of Trandoshan wine. The modified comm tracker on his unit blinked angrily back at him. He had had his ear to the infernal thing for four rotations, waiting to hear the custom notification from the tracker he placed on Ahsoka's lightsabers. It had been dead silent for the entirety of that time. And, now of all the moments, his errant Padawan had decided to go on one of her midnight strolls. Oh, did she have it coming…

"What is it, Ani? Is it the Council? Do you have to go?" anxiety twisted in Padme's stomach.

"No. No my love," he cooed, brushing a mechanical finger through her now ruffled hair. His voice was husky and low. "It can wait. And it will."

With one gesture from his flesh hand, the comm went dead immediately.

Flipping his wife onto her stomach, Anakin promptly propped her onto all fours. Easing her hips gently towards him, he pressed her head and palms downwards, softly into the bedding. Padme braced for his hardness to make entry, ready for him, but mewled in surprise as her folds were assaulted by his soft lips instead.

"Anakin!" she gasped. Her eyes widened as pleasure poured into her body and overtook her. Her moans echoed through the room, as his wicked tongue explored her folds. Overwhelmed with ecstasy, Padme's core flooded with juices, coating her husband's lips and chin as he continued his onslaught.

Satisfied with his efforts, Anakin straightened and held himself in hand, guiding his length to her entrance. And with one, slow, well angled thrust, he was within his wife. They gasped in unison at the impact.

Anakin paused for a moment, reveling in the tight warmth that so perfectly enveloped him, before rolling his hips forward slowly, eliciting a moan that sent a shiver up his spine. Rhythmically, teasingly Anakin buried himself and withdrew in long strokes, torturing her. His mechno-arm reached around and with a silver digit, he circled the bundle of nerves at the peak of her center. The cool metal sent a quivered shock through her body on impact, and unintelligible noises spilled from the lips of the woman before him.

Anakin smirked, remembering a time when his prosthetic arm made her nervous about lovemaking. 'Look at her now' he mused, falling under its wicked spell. His condition was not much further from her own. His breath grew ragged, as his thrusts became more aggressive, pumping in and out of her with primal need, craving more of her heat, and he could feel his end approaching.

"Come with me Anakin." she pleaded with a low moan, as moisture flowed from her core.

Within a few more desperately frantic thrusts, he was there. Anakin withdrew tactically to finish himself, fully intending to spill onto her skin. His face contorted in pleasure as his climax crept upon him. With his senses blurred, through half-lidded eyes he thought he saw, no…more like felt, the warmth of his wife's lips envelope the tip of his length. And before he could register what had happened, her hands had replaced his and his eyes shot open in time to see himself disappearing into her mouth.

"Padme…Padme…Padme" he heaved between pants.

Unable to withhold any longer, with one final roar, he poured into her. Anakin felt the life-force drain from him momentarily, as his wife's soft lips and tongue worked against him, swallowing his release. His vision clouded and the room went black, as pleasure overcame him. The candles, as though blown by the wind of a sandstorm, went abruptly out, as waves of the Force rippled from his being. As his completion coursed through him, Anakin felt whole, and a sense of peace and absolute balance settled within him. It was a balance he only ever felt in moments like this, while joined in pure ecstasy.

When he came to, he caught Padme's cheeky smile as she wiped her pouty lips. "Looks like you're not the only one with surprises, Anakin."

Anakin sighed contently as his blood rate began to slow. "So I see Padme."

He pulled her flush against his body and rolled them over on the bed so that her head rested on his chest.

"Catch your breath while you can, we're only getting started." He smirked. "You have a busy night ahead of you, Senator."

Meanwhile…

Ahsoka's twin sabers hung securely at her waist, bouncing in stride with her fluid movements. At their bases, pulsating, microscopic lights escaped her notice, blinking rhythmically with each step she took further away from the Temple; their tiny glows were lost easily in the vibrancy of Coruscant's night lights. Concealing her sabers carefully beneath her robe, Ahsoka stepped away from the railway transport platform, and pressed forward towards the least incriminating entrance of her destination.

Her Master's recent probing had set her on edge, it was a bit too close for comfort. She had to be more cautious. The hidden prototype tracking device she had placed in Anakin's utility belt, softly blinked red across town, inside Anakin's bundle of folded robes. Ahsoka felt a twinge of guilt as she checked its coordinates on her wrist. She had worked with her Master to develop these micro-trackers with the intention of using them for intelligence in the war, and now she was using them to keep track of him. She pushed the looming guilt aside and willed herself to focus; this was necessary. She checked the tracker's frequency, which indicated that her Master was a good distance off-compound, and very likely at Padme's for the night. She shook her head in amusement, he thought he was so slick.

Arriving at the modish apartments, Ahsoka slipped into the maintenance elevator, avoiding the main entrance…

AN: Yes Anakin and Ahsoka are tracking each other, lol and things are about to get a bit wilder. I'm trying to update more regularly. But the end of year rush has been crazy at work. Doing my absolutely best though.

This was originally intended to be the chapter when Anakin caught on to Ahsoka's activities, instead it turned into a wild night of Anakin being a naughty husband instead. I hope you guys don't mind, but this fic is definitely gonna be longer that originally intended. I also wanted to cut the I love you's and romance, hence the forgotten wines and candles. They needed each other and went straight for it. Because sometimes that's just how life is.