A/N: So, after all the intense stuff I've put poor A and P through in the last few chapters, I decided that they needed a chapter that was devoted to pure fluffiness and sexiness and cuteness. So, I delivered this.

I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas! xx

"What are you doing tomorrow night?" Anakin asked her. They were sitting in his living room, helping Shmi decorate the Christmas tree.

"Nothing," Padme informed him, handing him a large, silver bauble from her kneeling position on the ground. Due to his substantial height, Anakin was charged with decorating the top, whilst she and Shmi knelt on the floor. "Why?"

He bent and took it from her. "It's Christmas Eve," he explained. "And, well, it's kind of a tradition to go to the park. They always have carols on Christmas Eve. Obi-wan and I have been taking Ahsoka for years. And… well – " he broke off and ran a hand through his hair. Padme loved it when he was like this, all awkward and unsure. It was adorable. "I was wondering if you wanted to come with us?"

She beamed up at him brightly, touched by his words. Though she knew how much he loved her, it was always a pleasant surprise when he did things like this; included her wholly into his life as though she was meant to be there. As though he couldn't imagine her not being there. "I'd love to, Ani."

"It's nothing too flash," he continued, though his entire expression was considerably brighter now. "It's always freezing, but we take blankets and mom always makes this massive thermos of hot chocolate, and sometimes Ahsoka bakes something."

"I'll make brownies," Padme decided. "They're my specialty."

At that comment, Anakin's lips quirked into a familiar teasing smirk, and he raised an eyebrow at her. "You have a specialty?"

She huffed proudly and stuck out her bottom lip. "Yes. I do. Chocolate brownies with white chocolate chips and pecans."

With a soft chuckle, Anakin bent and kissed her sweetly, merely a chaste brush of his lips against her, but it is enough to make her crave more. And she would have. Would have pulled him roughly on top of her by his hair and ravaged his soft mouth until his lips were swollen, but his mother was in the room, so she stayed where she was.

"I look forward to it then," he smirked against her mouth, before standing up again and adjusting the golden star that sat right at the very top of the tree. "You can bring your nieces along, if you want. I'm sure they'd like it."

"I'll talk to Sola when I get home."

Anakin's face fell just a little at the word home, his beautiful eyes growing sad. "When are you going home?"

"When you get sick of me and tell me to leave," she laughed, poking her tongue out at him, trying to lighten the mood.

He remained serious, his gaze never leaving hers. She could swear he could see right through her, into her very soul. Yet, she couldn't look away. "I'll never get sick of you," he told her, completely sincere and honest and, if Shmi wasn't there, Padme might not have been able to stop herself from leaping into his arms. So, it was a good thing she was.

Instead, she winked cheekily at him. "Then I guess I'm never leaving. You're stuck with me forever, Skywalker."

Finally, Anakin's demeanour returned to that of his normal, light-hearted self and he smirked mischievously at her. The air between them was thick and heady and sizzled with electricity. There was so much unspoken tension, so much underlying passion that she became dizzy with it. Padme was sure Shmi could feel it, for she suddenly excused herself from the room, under the pretence of going to the bathroom.

Once she left, Anakin strode over to Padme, pulled her up by her arms and suddenly crushed his mouth against hers, knocking the breath out of her. He drank her passion, tongue licking deep into her mouth, tasting her, and she trembled under the intensity of it. When he pulled back, his eyes were hooded with lust and his hands came up to cup the sides of her face tenderly.

"I thought she'd never leave," he moaned, his voice rough with longing and desire as he kissed all over her face, dusting his lips across every inch of skin. "I've been wanting to do that all afternoon. I was going crazy." He actually sounded pained, and it aroused Padme more than she thought was possible.

She pressed herself closer to him, her fingers twirling through his hair, and nipped his lip affectionately. "I'm glad you finally did," she told him. "I might have made a scene, otherwise."

Anakin grinned against her mouth. "Really? What kind of scene?" He then slid his mouth along the line of her jaw, occasionally scraping his teeth against the bone, before he reached her ear and pressed a series of delicate kisses there. She was acutely aware of his fingers digging into her hip bones, and how one hand was slowly creeping its way lower, over the curve of her ass. He gave it a rough squeeze and she pulled his hair in response.

"Let's just say it wouldn't be something your mother would want to see," she purred in his ear, and he groaned, before claiming her mouth yet again, and she surrendered to his passionate kiss.

"You'll have to show me how that would've played out," he taunted and she shivered, nodding her head, muttering "later." It was only with sheer determination that she managed to untangle herself from him, for if she stayed in his arms even a second longer, poor Shmi Skywalker would come back to find her son naked as Padme had her way with him. And she was in no mood to embarrass herself like that.

When Shmi returned, she invited Padme to stay for dinner, and she couldn't refuse the offer. For a woman battling breast cancer, and who'd already received her first chemo treatment, Shmi was exceptionally jovial. Padme didn't think she could find a happier woman. She treated her like one of the family, fully accepting her into her son's life, and she felt a pang of guilt. If only her father had returned such a welcome to Anakin. The thought made her grow sad.

She went home after dinner, much to Anakin's disappointment, despite his all too enthusiastic persuasion, promising him soon. As much as she wanted to be with him, Christmas was about her family, and she wanted to spend as much time with them as possible. She saw even less of them than she did of Anakin during the year.

The next day, she enlisted the help of her nieces to make her specialty brownies. Ryoo, despite being quite a cynical child, was a very helpful assistant, whereas her little sister was more a hindrance. The first time they had tried to put the tray in the oven, Pooja had miss-stepped and it shattered to the ground. Luckily, they'd managed to achieve success the second time without any mistakes, and Padme joined her nieces in licking the gooey, chocolatey mixture out of the bowl. At the end, chocolate was all over their faces and hands, and Sola had decided that would be the perfect time to take photos.

Padme and her family met Anakin out on the street at 5pm that night. His mother and Obi-wan and Satine were there, but, even more surprising, was Ahsoka and a boy. They were bashful and adorable, holding hands and whispering to each other, and Padme admired them fondly as Anakin slung his arm around her shoulder and pulled her into his side.

"I didn't know Ahsoka had a boyfriend," she said as Anakin pressed a kiss to the top of her head. He growled low in his throat, his eyes narrowing as he watched the two youngsters walk ahead of them, arm in arm.

"I didn't know until I came back home. She decided to keep that from me," he muttered bitterly, and Padme laughed, kissing his cheek.

"Oh, relax, Ani," she chastised him. "She can't be expected to tell you everything. A girl always has her secrets."

Anakin raised his eyebrows at her. "What are your secrets?"

Padme merely grinned. "If I told you, then they wouldn't be secrets, would they?" Anakin huffed, but said no more, and they simply walked in silence. It had finally stopped snowing, which Padme was grateful for, but it was still freezing. She was extremely glad she'd decided to wear a beanie. The park was only a few blocks up the road, and Padme enjoyed being out in the air. As they walked, Pooja and Ryoo sprinting ahead, she suddenly felt something freezing cold sliding down her neck. Shrieking, she jumped several feet in the air and began dancing around frantically as she felt her skin burn with the cold.

In her panic, she finally trained her eyes on Anakin, to see him trying, and failing, to keep a straight face. She glowered at him as he began to roar and shake with laughter.

"Anakin!" she hollered at him, bending down and scooping up a handful of snow. She pegged it at the side of his face, but he ducked quickly, and it landed with a thud several feet behind him. Not wanting to give up, she began chasing him, pelting him with misshapen snowballs, and he fired them right back. Soon enough, Ahsoka, her boyfriend and Padme's two nieces had joined in, and the six of them had begun an all-out snowball fight in the middle of the street.

Trying for a seduction technique, Padme beckoned Anakin over with her finger, licking her lips sensually, and he paused, evaluating whether he trusted her enough to go over to her. In his deliberation, she took advantage and threw a snowball at him, hitting him square in the jaw. He groaned in discomfort and rubbed his cheek gingerly.

"Oops," Padme said innocently, batting her eyelashes. "I'm sorry, did I get you?"

Anakin's blue eyes flashed dangerously and he shook his head, causing melting ice to drip down his face, before he ran after her. Despite the head start she had, he caught up to her quickly, seizing her around the waist and hoisting her over his shoulder. She cried blue murder, punching his back, ordering him to put her down. When he eventually did, she went to hit him again, when he kissed her fiercely, pulling her roughly against him, and she melted into it.

It was when they pulled back, that Anakin winked at her and then smashed snow into her hair, until water dripped down her face and all she could do was stand there and take it. "I'd say sorry, but I'm not," he teased, kissing the tip of her freezing nose. As he sprinted away, he was suddenly attacked by Ryoo and Pooja, who ganged up on him, pelting him relentlessly. Ahsoka sent a rather large, well-aimed snowball at him and it hit him in the back of his knees, causing him to fall over.

"Snips," he growled and Padme watched, almost crying with laughter, as Ahsoka hurried over and dumped a large pile of snow right on his face, half-burying him.

"Wow, Skyguy. Who thought you'd get beaten by three girls, huh?"

Anakin brushed the snow from his face, and knocked Ahsoka's knees out from underneath her, causing her to fall on top of him, and the two of them began wrestling in the snow, until Obi-wan scolded Anakin for getting Ahsoka's clothes wet. Padme approached him once he stood up and brushed snow out of his hair. He was wet and his lips were blue and he was visibly shaking.

"Ani, you're freezing," she told him. "You should go home and have a shower. Change your clothes."

"I'm fine, Padme," he insisted stubbornly, though his teeth were chattering.

She frowned. "No, you're going to get frostbite." She took his hand and pulled him along behind her. "We'll catch up to you later," she told her sister as they headed back inside Anakin's house. He followed behind reluctantly, but she didn't care what he thought. She didn't want him to get sick.

"Get your clothes off and get in the shower," she ordered once they were upstairs. He merely smirked at her, kicking off his shoes and yanking his sweater over his head. Once he was naked, he just stood there, cocking an eyebrow at her, as if daring her to order him around again. Padme swallowed, trying desperately not to act like him being naked in front of her had any effect on her at all and scowled at him. "Now, Anakin."

She marched him into the bathroom, and turned on the hot water, all put pushing him into the shower. As she turned to walk back out, Anakin wrapped his arms around her, kissing her neck wetly, his hands fumbling with the front of her jeans, pushing them down her legs. "Anakin, what are you doing?" she asked, sounding more lusty than she intended.

He laughed darkly against her skin. "I'm only getting in this shower if you do too."

He was tactical, Padme gave him that much. "They're waiting for us," she told him.

"Then we'd better make it quick."

Sighing, she slowly began to strip, pretending as though it was such a big chore, when she actually wanted this just as much as he did. Once she was as naked as he was, he pulled her in with him, underneath the steaming water, and kissed her. Water trickled down her face and the hot water burned her freezing skin, but it was nothing compared to the burning need coiling inside her. Anakin was hard against her stomach and she whimpered in anticipation, curling her fingers into his wet hair and pulling them both back against the wall. He didn't waste any time in lifting her legs around his waist and surging inside her, and Padme was glad she'd decided to wear her diaphragm, as a precaution for later activities, because there was no way she could stop now. Not when he was so hard and thick and hot inside her, spearing into her with a ferocious intensity that she hadn't felt in over two weeks, and she clung to him desperately, nails digging into his back, head thrown back against the wall.

It was pure, primal fucking and Padme was in ecstasy. Steam whirled around them, and she couldn't see anything, but she didn't care, because Anakin was grunting out her name again and again, his lips finding his favourite suckling spot on her neck as he fucked her deeper and deeper and she sobbed at the sheer, insane pleasure of it all.

"Fuck, angel, I've missed you," he moaned. "So fucking much. Ugh, so good. You feel… perfect. Fucking perfect."

"Ani," she cried in response to his words. She loved it when he spoke to her, when he told her just how she felt. It turned her on more than anything. "Oh."

He gripped under her thighs, so hard she was sure he would leave bruises, and she responded by dragging him by the hair back to her mouth and thrusting her tongue deep inside. "Are you close?" he asked her, voice strained. She nodded, eyes fluttering closed, as he groaned, "come on, angel. Come for me."

Her mouth opened in a silent cry as she shuddered around him just as he spilled himself inside her, snapping his hips almost painfully into hers. Once she had recovered, he lowered her down on shaky legs and pressed his forehead against hers, staring deep into her eyes. "So much for a shower," she laughed, eyes still hooded with lust.

Anakin grinned back at her. "I'm all warm now. No one needs to know." They stumbled out of the shower, shaking from their high, and clumsily dressed each other. When they eventually caught up to the others, who were already at the park, Sola gave them a suspicious look, raising her eyebrows at them. Padme felt her cheeks flush with heat.

"You two were certainly a long time," she pointed out, a teasing smirk pulling her lips.

Anakin shrugged, casually. "I couldn't find any clean socks," he covered smoothly.

"So, why is your hair wet, then, little sister?" she smirked, a knowing glint in her eyes. Padme shifted uncomfortably.

The carols started not long after and Padme settled down on the blanket, between Anakin's legs, leaning back against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and rested his chin on her shoulder as they sat. However, as the night progressed, she felt him turn towards Ahsoka more often than not and she sighed.

"Anakin, stop staring at them. They're just holding hands," she scolded.

"As long as that's all their hands do," he muttered darkly, expression hardening as he glared at the poor boy.

Padme shook her head. "Honestly, you're being ridiculous. Obi-wan's not making such a fuss."

"You don't have a little sister, alright. You don't understand." Ahsoka stood up, and the boy followed suit, and suddenly, Anakin was standing up, his arms crossed. "Where do you think you two are going?" he demanded gruffly, ignoring Padme's pleas for him to sit down.

Ahsoka glared right back at him. "I'm going to the loo. Is that a problem?"

"Where are you going, then?" he directed his interrogation at the boy, who gulped nervously.

"To the bathroom," he replied timidly.

Anakin's scowled deepened. "Not together you're not."

Ahsoka was outraged. "Anakin! You can't tell him what to do." She put her hands on her hips and glowered at him, her expression venomous. Padme couldn't blame her to be honest. Anakin was being unreasonable. It wasn't as though there weren't separate bathrooms.

Not budging, Anakin said, "I can tell you what to do, Snips."

"Ani, please," Padme tugged on his hand. "Let them be." He looked down at her, expression still stony, and she pleaded at him. With a sigh of defeat, he re-joined her on the blanket and they resumed their previous positions. Ahsoka stormed off swearing under her breath and calling for the boy, Lux, to follow, who hastily obeyed.

For the rest of the evening, Anakin and Ahsoka remained hostile towards each other and Padme found herself as the middle ground, even though she didn't ask to be. Her main task was to keep Anakin from getting involved, which she thought would be easy, but was much more difficult than she expected. Even when she pressed delicate kisses to his cheek, or ran her fingers over his forearms, he did not sway.

It was just after 10pm when they walked back home. Pooja had fallen asleep, and so Anakin had carried her home, cradling her to his chest and the sight made Padme swell with affection. It was an adorable sight, this tall, lean man carrying this tiny, little girl as though she weighed nothing. Honestly, he could be so irritating and then so sweet in a manner of seconds, Padme was constantly surprised by him. They helped Sola put the girls to bed, and Padme asked Anakin if he wanted to stay the night, to which he replied, "you don't even need to ask."

It was a luxury to actually sleep in a large bed, and Padme reveled in the fact that she wasn't squished, and that Anakin had room to spread his long limbs. Such a refreshing change from his tiny single bed at college. Later that night, she awoke with a ravenous hunger, and gently peeled herself out of Anakin's snug embrace and tiptoed downstairs to the kitchen. It was all set up for Christmas; a glass of milk, a handle of her mother's homemade cookies and a carrot laid out on the table for Santa Claus and Rudolph. Padme couldn't help but smile at the sight. It was then she noticed her brownies. There were only five left, sitting in their container, and her mouth watered at the sight. She hurried over and pulled one out, inhaling the delicious scent with a reverence. As she bit into the moist, doughy flesh of the chocolate brownie, she felt two strong arms loop around her waist, snaking underneath the hem of her pyjama shirt. She shuddered when she felt his hot breath at her ear.

"What are you doing up, angel?" Anakin asked, voice soft and rough, skimming his hands up her sides.

Padme sighed into his touch, letting her head fall back to rest on his shoulder as he pressed a gentle kiss to the side of her throat. Without saying a word, she turned her head to look at him, raising her half-eaten brownie up to his mouth, nudged it against his lips. Understanding her intent, Anakin opened his mouth, just enough for Padme to push the sweet between his parted lips, and he bit down slowly. "I was hungry," she whispered, her eyes glazing over at the sensual sight before her.

Anakin's expression darkened with lust and he swallowed, before snaking out his tongue to caress the tips of her fingers. The feel of him hardening against her was proof enough of his intent. She let him have his way with her, let him suck her fingers into his mouth, swirling his tongue around them, his intense gaze never leaving hers until she was a puddle of desperate need underneath him. "You have chocolate all around your mouth," he informed her, gripping her chin and licking around the edges of her lips. Padme parted hers instinctively, letting him enter her, and she slid her fingers into his hair, holding him in place. He tasted like chocolate and she couldn't help but moan into the kiss and press eagerly back against him.

With a growl, Anakin took her hips roughly in his hands and spun her around, so she was pressed back against the counter. Deftly, he lifted her up and stepped between her legs, resuming his plundering of her warm, soft mouth. Padme's arms came around him, sneaking underneath his shirt to smooth across the hard muscles of his back. In response, Anakin sucked wetly at her pulse, sliding his lips along the pale column of her neck.

"Ani…" she whined, crossing her ankles and pulling him closer to her as he feasted on her neck. "We… we can't do this here." Her breath was short and raspy as she tried to ignore the bolts of pleasure shooting right down to her core at his tender affections.

He hummed against her skin, his hands roamed under her shirt to trace the swell of her breasts. One hand cupped her breast, thumb dragging across her nipple, tweaking it into a hardened peak and Padme unconsciously arched her back into his touch, silently begging him for more. "Why not?"

"B-because, someone might catch us." It horrified her, but there was also a part of her that thrilled at the thought. Everything was so much more exhilarating when there was a possibility of getting caught.

"No one's awake," he assured her, giving her nipple a rough pinch, causing Padme to inhale sharply at the insane pleasure. Her mewls only intensified when Anakin slid his hand down the front of her pants to rub her slick folds. "Fuck," he cursed. "I want you so bad, angel. So fucking bad." To emphasise his words, he circled his hips against hers, letting her feel how hard he was for her underneath his pyjamas. She bit her lip in anticipation.

All thought processes had left her, replaced by pure, primal lust. "Ani, please."

Before she could even register what was happening, Anakin was kneeling before her, yanking her pants down her legs, along with her panties and then his mouth was on her and all she could do was gasp. Her fingers threaded into his hair, massaging his scalp in aimless circles as he lapped gently at her pointed clit. The surges of pleasure he was causing were indescribable. Padme felt like she was flying. Her eyes rolled back into her head when he ran his wet tongue along her dripping sex, before plunging in and essentially fucking her. He kept his hands firmly on her hips, to keep them in place, and yet Padme was unable to keep from undulating into his touch, rocking against his face, urging him to keep going.

"Oh. Ohyesohyes. Oh, Ani," she praised him with little, breathy gasps. "So good, Ani. Don't stop."

Her thighs clenched around his head and she drew him further into her, coating his face in her arousal. It amazed her how he constantly desired her. His need to please her, to satisfy her, ran so deep and Padme felt as though she would never get enough of it. How could she, when it felt so good to belong to someone so completely? To be worshipped and craved like a goddess?

Her toes curled in pleasure when Anakin let his fingers join in. The way he worked her, he knew exactly what to do to make her fall over the edge. Yet, he took his time, drawing out her release painfully slowly, winding her up so tightly, until suddenly, he curled his fingers deep inside her, brushing that spot, and sucked harshly on her clit and she came, violently, bucking up against his face. His hand flew up to cover her mouth and muffle her cries, and she bit down on the flesh of his palm. Hissing against her sex, Anakin drank her juices, lapping up her arousal with slow, sensuous licks, until she came too.

When Anakin reappeared from between her legs, he pulled her closer by her hips and kissed her sweetly, lulling her with his tongue. "Well, that was a nice little experiment."

"E-experiment?" she stammered, her voice husky from the aftermath of her intense orgasm. She couldn't even focus properly on his face, her eyes were clouded over.

"Mmhmm," he hummed, smoothing his hands up her thighs. "I wanted to see which tasted better… you, or your specialty brownies."

She quivered and bit her lip. "What's the verdict?"

He smiled and cupped her cheek, running his thumb against her swollen lips. "You, of course," he whispered and she actually whined, so completely gone for him, her arousal spiking again at his words.

Padme tugged at his hair roughly, biting his earlobe. "Ani, I want you inside me. Now," she hissed, hands fumbling with his pants, and he grinned, about to hoist her around his waist, when a soft, high-pitched voice broke through their intimacy.

"Aunty Padme?"

Eyes widening in horror, Padme looked up too see little Pooja, standing in the doorway to the kitchen in her pyjamas, with a teddy bear clutched in one hand. She froze, her blood going cold, as her little niece cocked her head to the side in confusion. Padme dared not move, for from this position, Pooja couldn't see that her pants were around her ankles and she was naked from the waist up. Luckily, Anakin was shielding her body from embarrassment, but her entire face grew very hot and very red.

"P-Pooja," she blurted out, flashing her niece a smile. "What are you doing up, sweetie?"

The girl rubbed her eyes and yawned. "Is it Christmas yet?"

Padme glanced at the clock on the wall. It was 2:30am. Still, she didn't need to know that. "Not yet, sweetie. Why don't you go back to bed?"

Nodding, Pooja yawned again and stumbled back upstairs. Only once she was out of sight did Padme release the breath she had been holding. When she glanced up at Anakin, she saw the most infuriating grin on his face.

"Oh my god," she cried, horrified, and pushed him away from her, hastily pulling up her pants. She felt so embarrassed, so disgusting and dirty. "I can't believe that just happened." To add to her distress, Anakin merely burst out laughing, and Padme hit him sharply. "It's not funny, Anakin!" she growled at him.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer. "Would you calm down? It's not that bad."

"Not that bad?" she all but shrieked, for she didn't want to wake up any other family members. "My little niece just saw us… you know…?"

Anakin shrugged. "She didn't see anything," he said, trying to assuage her. "Besides, she's five. It's not like she knew what we were doing."

"That's not the point," Padme huffed. "What if she tells my sister? Sola's going to kill me." She put her head in her hands to hide her humiliation.

He took her hands, rubbing his thumbs over her knuckles. "What's she going to say? We were just eating brownies?"

"You were eating a lot more than brownies, Anakin Skywalker," Padme reminded him, and when he winked at her, she couldn't help but laugh.

"I was hungry," he teased and she smacked him. He just picked her up under her thighs and carried her upstairs.