A/N: I'm back! Sorry for taking so long! Hopefully I made up for it with this chapter. It's... uh... well, you'll just have to read it.

It's a bit of a time jump. They're both back at college now, so they're apart. But, you'll understand that once you read it.

Enjoy xx

Padme was woken from her slumber by an insistent, dreadfully loud, ringing. At first, she thought it was her phone and groggily rolled over, muttering under her breath, as she blindly felt along the surface of her bedside table. As she fumbled around, she soon realised that the sound was actually coming from her laptop, which she had forgotten to shut down before she went to bed, and she groaned. It was a Skype call. Rising out of bed rather clumsily, she staggered over to her desk and hurriedly answered the call before it rang out.

Anakin's face immediately appeared before her. Of course.

"Ah, there's my Angel," he said, flashing her an adorable grin. Padme groaned and flicked her eyes to the time flashing at the bottom of the screen. It was 2:30 a.m. She frowned at him.

"Only you would decide that now is the perfect time to Skype, Anakin" she grumbled at him, still half-asleep. The blinding light of her laptop screen was too harsh for her sleepy eyes, and she squinted at him. How did he look so gorgeous at this time in the morning? And, so awake? Padme had a feeling she looked like death itself – she certainly felt like it.

He shrugged lazily. "I miss you."

Shaking her head in exasperation, she glared at him. "I miss you, too," she countered. "But, at least I have the courtesy of waiting until an appropriate time to contact you. What on earth possessed you to call me right now?"

Anakin pouted at her like a child, pleading at her with those beautiful blue eyes of his, and it was so cute, so completely adorable, that Padme softened just a little. "I just wanted to see you," he muttered in a small voice.

Feeling guilty, she gave him a small smile. "I know, Ani. But, you know, you should give a girl a bit of warning before springing a Skype call on her in the middle of the night. I didn't even have time to make myself look presentable!" She gestured to her messy bed hair and the sleep crusted in the corners of her eyes that she hastily brushed away.

The smile he flashed her was so full of affection that she thought she might burst. "You look beautiful," he told her, honestly.

Padme rolled her eyes at him. "You always say that," she teased, to cover the fact that she wanted to jump through her screen and kiss him senseless.

He grinned back at her impishly. "That's because it's always true."

"I know what you're doing, y'know," she told him with a smirk. He was so predictable, and so far from subtle it always served to make her laugh.

"What's that?" he blinked at her, innocently.

Laughing, she shook her head. "You're sucking up to me so I won't be mad at you for waking me up."

Anakin clutched a hand to his chest and mock gasped. "What?! Me?...Sucking up to you? Never!" He rolled his eyes playfully, but she could see them twinkling with mischief.

Oh, how she wished he was there, in her room, where she could see him properly, not through the glare of her laptop screen. If he was, she probably would have kissed him so fiercely, he'd be knocked backwards. Seeing his face, even in this way, made her realise just how much she missed him; just his very presence in her life, his arms around her, his laughter in her ear, lips on hers. It made her ache with loneliness.

"What's that face for, Angel?" he asked her, blue eyes narrowed in concern. It was then, when she looked at the tiny picture of her face in the bottom corner of the screen, that she noticed the sad look in her eyes.

She pulled her legs up to her chest and rested her chin on her knees, crossing her arms around them. "I just… Ani…" She couldn't quite get the words out, but Anakin just seemed to understand what she was saying. It was their private way of communicating sometimes.

He nodded and smiled sadly. "I know." He stretched his arms lazily above his head, and she admired the toned plane of his abdomen that was displayed before her as his t-shirt rode up. There was such an elegant grace about everything he did. She could watch him forever. "I feel like we've been apart for a lifetime, Padme."

His exaggeration made her smirk. "Don't be so dramatic, Ani. It's only been a month."

"When can I see you again, Angel?" He asked, voice desperate and dripping with longing. "I...I need you."

A pang of misery surged through her at his admission, because god only knew that she needed him, too. Ever since she'd returned to Harvard after the Christmas break, she'd been absolutely swamped with work. It was her turn to visit Anakin, but she just couldn't find the time. Even if she'd gone to visit him and brought her workload with her, it wouldn't have been fair to him, because she would just sit in his room all day (and most of the night) furiously studying, unable to give him the attention he deserved, the attention she wanted to give him. Of course, he'd understood when she'd explained how busy she was. She had three papers due and a research article, plus her final thesis, and the stress of it all was getting to her. He'd told her that he'd wait for her schedule to calm down and that they could see each other then. Only, it hadn't. It had been a month since she'd returned, and her assessment calendar was still full.

With a sigh, she glanced at her assessment calendar on the wall above her desk. "I don't know, Ani," she replied in a defeated voice. "I'm just… I'm so busy, I – I can't get away!"

He frowned and furrowed his eyebrows, deep in thought. "I'll come to you, then."

Of course, he'd say something like that. It was what he'd suggested the last time she told him she couldn't get away. As much as she wanted to see him, as much as it was killing her to be apart from him, she knew it wasn't fair to him. How could she ask him to fly all that way, when she knew money was an issue, when she would spend the entire time he was there in her room, studying, and basically ignoring him? He didn't deserve that kind of treatment. When they were able to see each other, she wanted to be able to actually spend time together, in a meaningful way – catching up on lost time by going on cute little dates and adventures together. The last thing she wanted was to subject Anakin to watching her study for an entire weekend.

"We've talked about this, Anakin," she began, rubbing her temples with her fingers. Suddenly, she felt incredibly tired, and it wasn't because she'd been woken up in the middle of the night. Their long distance relationship was exhausting her, and even though it was more than worth it, because she loved Anakin more than anything, her graduation couldn't come quick enough. "I won't be able to do anything except study. And, that's not fair to you. It'll be a waste of a trip."

He shook his head, stubbornly. "I don't care, Padme," he insisted, firmly, expression terse and serious. "Any time spent with you is good enough for me, even if I have to watch you study all weekend. Being with you is never a waste of time!"

She smiled in spite of herself. He could be so ridiculously sweet sometimes. And impractical. "No, Ani, that's not fair. We should wait until I have time to actually see you… properly. It'll be worth the wait. I promise."

The insolent little frown he gave her expressed how against this idea he was, but he didn't say anymore and simply nodded his head. They continued to stare at each other for a few minutes; neither one saying a word, simply drinking in each other, existing in each other's presence, even though it was through a screen. Padme rested her chin on her knees, raking her eyes over Anakin's form hungrily. It had been a month since she'd last seen him properly, real, solid flesh, and she wanted to memorise the sight of him.

Anakin's expression suddenly turned from besotted to mischievous, and she eyed him strangely, and he cocked his head to the side. "Do you think about me, Angel?"

The comment made her laugh softly. "Of course," Padme rolled her eyes at him.

He scoffed, blue eyes twinkling. "I think about you, y'know. All the time." She grinned at him, not expecting anything less of him. Honestly, she didn't want to admit the amount of time she spent thinking about Anakin. He consumed her thoughts every day – she was constantly wondering what he was doing, if he was enjoying his classes, whether he was missing her. Even if, on some days, their communication was via short, quick texts, not a day went by when Padme wasn't thinking about Anakin on some level.

"Do you?" she teased with a smirk.

"Uh huh," he winked at her. Somehow he'd pushed his chair back, so she could clearly see his seated form, resting his elbows on his knees as he leant closer to the screen. "I was thinking about you tonight, actually." His voice dropped lower, to a more suggestive, husky timbre, and Padme didn't miss it. She lifted an eyebrow in response, wondering if he was going to go where she thought this conversation was heading.

Unable to keep her laughter under control, she raised her eyebrows and scoffed. "Were you now?"

"You were in my dream tonight, Padme," he explained in husky tones, as he nodded his head..

She dropped one leg back down to the floor, keeping the other resting on her chair with her arm wrapped around it. "Well, was it a good dream?" she asked, keeping the tone light and innocent just to frustrate him.

"They always are when you're in them, Angel," he teased back, laughing huskily, obviously having none of her innocent act. There was a point he wanted to make, and she knew better than to stop him…still, she liked making it harder for him, nonetheless, just to make him work for it.

She gave a half-yawn and absently twirled a lock of curly hair around her finger, covering the fact that she was slowly beginning to become aroused simply by the dark, dangerous tone of his voice. "Oh, really? And, just what was I doing in your dream, exactly?"

Anakin hesitated, before his lips curved into one of those slow familiar smirks that she knew so well. "You really want to know?," his voice deepened even further.

Laughing, she shrugged. "Well, I didn't get out of bed at this time of night for nothing."

If possible, his eyes became almost black with lust, practically molten, as he trailed them up over every inch of her body. Even through a laptop screen, Anakin still had a way of melting her into a puddle of goo, and she swallowed thickly. She watched as he wet his lips with his tongue, and she was transfixed, suddenly wanting nothing more than to feel those lips against her own. The cold weather had made them a little chapped, but they'd never looked more tempting to her than right now. Anakin noticed where she was looking and smirked.

"Well, you were in that little number of yours…the blue one, from your sister."

Padme felt her cheeks flush with heat. She'd only worn that once, and even though that night had not at all gone to plan, she still remembered the way Anakin had looked at her while she was wearing it. It had been the most beautiful thing she'd ever worn, and he'd seemed so shocked and yet so obviously excited by the sight of her in it that it made her feel incredibly sexy – something she didn't know she could ever feel. Pretty, yes. Beautiful maybe, as a far stretch. But, sexy? She had neither the voluptuous curves nor the confidence to ever consider herself as sexy. But, when she was with Anakin…he made her feel like she was the sexiest woman alive.

"I'm guessing you liked that, then," she tried for coy, but the tremor in her voice betrayed her.

"I did…very, very much," he growled low in his throat. "But, that's not all I liked."

"Mmm?" It was a miracle she could even speak at this point. It'd been so long since they'd been like this, and even though Padme knew that there were far more important things in their relationship, she couldn't deny that she'd missed this. No other man could ever affect her like her Ani. He didn't even have to try – just one look from those gorgeous blue eyes, and she came undone. She wanted him all the time, and it alarmed her sometimes, especially since she'd never really been that interested in sex before. When she'd explained this to her sister, Sola had just laughed, letting her know that this was perfectly normal, and said, "Oh, Honey, you're in love. That's what happens when you're in love."

He sat back a little, legs spread on either side of his chair, so that she could see the distinct bulge of his hardening erection in his pyjama bottoms. The sight made her gulp, and he chuckled. "Would you like me to tell you, Angel? Do you really want to know?" He not-so-subtly adjusted himself, and Padme tried to keep her eyes on his face. Her teeth sunk into her bottom lip, biting hard to keep herself in control. Oh, how she wanted him right now. Wanted to pull down his pyjamas, straddle his waist and sink down onto him, becoming complete with him again and again until they fell over the edge of oblivion together.

She couldn't speak. Her voice was trapped in her throat. All she could do was nod her head weakly.

Anakin grinned at her in triumph. "I need you to do something for me, first, Angel." He said it softly, intimately, as a suggestion, but Padme knew that it wasn't a polite request, and she would be a fool to deny him. How could she refuse him anything? She nodded her head quickly, affirmation that she would do whatever he asked of her, and he continued in the same intimate tone. "I need you to move over to your bed and take your clothes off."

The bluntness of his request made her hesitate, just for a moment, and her breath caught in her chest. He wanted to do this? Now?! They'd never done anything like this before – not even on the phone – and now he wanted to do this, when he could see her? She felt herself squirm in embarrassment. Padme rarely ever touched herself – nothing could compare to Anakin now that she had felt him; his hands or his lips or even his cock - and she was never able to bring herself to orgasm, so there was hardly any point. The few times she'd tried, she only been left bitter and frustrated. Now, Anakin wanted to watch her – she knew that was what he wanted. She could tell by the look in his eyes – that excited, dangerous look he often wore when he was doing something he knew he probably shouldn't.

The horror must have been etched on her face, for he gave her an encouraging smile. "Please, Angel. For me?," he begged softly. "I need to see you! It's been a month and I – will you let me see you?" She can't deny the look in his eyes, full of longing and desire that she knows he has only for her, and so she nodded her head again, picked up her laptop and carried it over to her bed. Sitting cross-legged in front of it, she slowly removes her pyjama shirt, pulling it up over her head and tossed it to the side, arranging her long burnished locks around her shoulders and draped over her chest the way she knew he liked it. She heard Anakin's sharp inhale but didn't look up at him as she was too focussed on removing her pajama pants, keeping her underwear on for the sake of her modesty.

When she finally gained enough courage to look up, she was momentarily paralysed by the expression on Anakin's face. The way he was looking at her was difficult to describe; as though he had been dying of thirst for days on end and Padme was the first water source he'd come across. There was a starved look in his eyes as he trailed them over every inch of her body, and it caused her skin to break out into goose-pimples and her nipples to harden instantly involuntarily. Padme shivered at the sensation.

"You're so… perfect," he exclaimed in awe. "I'm the luckiest guy in the whole fucking universe to have you as mine."

His use of profanities made her chuckle a little; he was so passionate and caught up in his emotions that he couldn't help but curse, sometimes, but she didn't mind. Not really. She watched as he twitched in his pants at the sight of her, and a sudden, bold idea crossed her own mind.

With a shy smile, she played with the end of her hair and fixed him with a sultry glance. "Ani…" she began, voice low and timid. "I want to see you, too."

The proud grin that broke out on his face made her laugh, and her anxiety dissipated. How could she have even thought about being self-conscious doing this with him, when she knew how much Anakin loved her? How often had he told her she was beautiful? She instantly felt silly for being embarrassed.

He obliged by reaching behind his head and pulling his t-shirt up by the neck, in that way that men did so effortlessly which Padme could never understand. She'd tried, several times, to use the same technique, and only ended up getting stuck. Anakin had tried teaching her once, but it had just resulted in him roaring in hysterical laughter and her trying to somehow free herself from her entanglement. With the same athletic grace, he stood up and dropped his pants to the floor with as much shame as a toddler – none. There he was, right in her face, naked and hard for her, and she swallowed, trying not to stare too much. Her mouth had suddenly gone dry.

Sitting back down on his chair, he flashed her a lazy, arrogant grin as he caught her eyeing him unabashedly, and he raised his eyebrows. "See something you like?" he teased, and she rolled her eyes at him, even though her tongue snaked out between her lips to wet them, in anticipation. He was, truly, the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen. Akin to the marble statues erected in ancient times; flawless, smooth skin; clear, defined musculature. There was something about him that was just so rawly masculine, so inherently male, that drew her in. She was helpless around him. Completely captivated, like a moth to a flame.

"I wish you were here," she said in a small, teary voice.

Anakin growled. "Me too, Angel. I want you. Fuck, how bad I want you." He gave his cock a tug as though reiterating his words, and Padme couldn't take her eyes away from the sight. It was the most erotic thing she'd ever seen. "If I was there, god, I – I would – " he broke off and closed his eyes, breathing deeply as though he was trying to restrain himself. The tendons in his neck were tight and for some reason, seeing that strain, only enhanced her own arousal.

"Tell me," she breathed, lofty and airy and so turned on. Somehow this was even better than actually being together – Padme couldn't explain it, but it was. "Tell me, Ani. What would you do?"

At her words, his eyes turned impossibly dark, she could hardly distinguish his pupils, and she watched with wild intrigue as he locked and unlocked his jaw several times. "First, I would kiss that pretty mouth of yours," he said darkly. "Hard. So hard your lips would be bruised and sore and swollen." Padme brought her fingers up to her lips at the idea, remembering the last time he'd kissed her like that, how it felt like he was pouring his soul into her. He'd gripped the sides of her face tightly, crushing his lips against hers and attacked them without mercy, and Padme had no choice but to surrender to him. As if she had wanted nothing else.

"Can you feel that, Angel?" he asked, as he watched her run her thumb across her bottom lip. "You remember it, don't you?" She nodded. It was all she was capable of doing. Her underwear grew moist at the thought. "But, as much as I love kissing you, I would want more. Much more. Show me, Angel. Show me where you would want me to go."

If anyone else had talked to her like this, she would have giggled in embarrassment. But Padme was far from embarrassed. If anything, she was more turned on than she'd ever been in her life; every nerve in her body was alive and alert, simply aching for him. Tilting her head back and slightly to the right, she let her fingers fall from her mouth, drift across her jaw and then down the exposed plane of her neck, until her thumb brushed her collarbone. Her eyes were fixed on his face, watching as he followed her movements, a little teasing smirk playing at his lips.

"Of course," he laughed huskily. "I know how much you like it when I kiss you there. You make these gorgeous little moans when I suck at your throat. Those sounds – fuck, you have no idea how much I love those, Angel. No idea."

If anything, he was harder than he was before, and a little whimper slipped past her lips. The way he was talking to her…she always loved it when he spoke to her during sex but this… it was something else entirely. "Ani…" she exhaled, entire body trembling with desire. Her hand slid lower, down her breastbone to rest between her breasts. "I – I need…" She wasn't exactly sure what she was asking him for; just more. More of the wonderful sensations he was stirring inside her.

"I know, Angel," he soothed her. "God, look at your pretty little nipples. They're so fucking hard for me." He was stroking himself harder now, and Padme watched him with wide eyes, the way he twisted and pulled at his cock, squeezing it hard at the tip. Her blood pulsed loudly in her ears. "Touch them for me, Padme. I – I want to see…" he was begging her, desperate and wanton, and she could do nothing but oblige him.

Keeping her eyes on him, she gently grazed her left nipple with her thumb, and gasped suddenly as bolts of pleasure shot right down to her core. She did it again, lazily flicking it back and forth, before taking it between her thumb and forefinger and tugging it. "Oh," she cried out. Her mind was working overtime, as she remembered how Anakin's hands felt on her body, his calloused fingers pulling on her nipples, palming her breast roughly, and she mimicked the actions as best she could, bringing her other hand into play by softly moulding her right breast.

He was watching her, mouth pursed in an 'oh', eyes wide in awe, on hand still firmly pumping his cock, and she'd never felt more sexy in her entire life. It filled her with a sense of proud satisfaction that she could make this wonderful, irresistible man thisaroused. That he was touching himself because of her. It was a power Padme never knew she wanted, but suddenly never wanted to give up.

"Jesus Christ," he hissed. "You're so… Angel!…"

"Ani," his name fell from her own lips like a prayer. "Oh, Anakin…please." She was too worked up to even speak properly. Could only beg him for… for what, exactly?

It must have been the same question on Anakin's mind, for he clenched his teeth and growled, "What, Angel? What do you want?"

"Just," she tipped her head so that her hair tickled her lower back, arching her breasts further into her own hands. Her hips rocked a little, desperate for some form of friction. Oh, how she wanted him. Never had she craved anything as much Anakin right at this very moment. "Please… Ani, just. I need to – "

"It's alright, Angel," he assured her. "I'll take care of you. Lie back for me?"

She did as she was asked, trusting him completely. He would always take care of her. There wasn't a doubt in her mind.

"Good girl," he praised her. "I can see how wet you are through your underwear, Angel. It's not enough, though." A feral grin crossed his face, his voice dripped with lust. It was intoxicating. "Take them off, Padme." This time, it was not a suggestion, but a demand, and it made her shiver. Lip clamped firmly between her teeth, she raised her hips and slid her panties off, kicking them away impatiently. She didn't care where they landed; all she could focus on was Anakin.

He licked his lips seductively, his breathing hitched. "Open your legs for me, Angel. Let me see you."

She did, bending her knees up a little, and even though she was completely aroused, a little wave of embarrassment washed over her. It immediately disappeared at the hungry look in Anakin's eyes. "Fuck, look at you," he cursed, squeezing his hand hard around his cock to maintain his control. Padme suddenly didn't care if he swore like that for the rest of his life; his voice was utter sex. "You're glistening. Is that all for me, Angel?"

All she could do was nod her head blindly. Her thoughts were completely clouded with lust.

"Touch yourself," he demanded. "Tell me how you feel."

Padme whimpered at his bold statement, letting a hand fall from her breast to trail down her stomach. She slipped lower and lower until she was running her fingertip along the lips of her sex. He was right. She was wet. Her finger slid back and forth easily, dipping in a little to nudge her clit, and she kept her gaze on Anakin's, never taking her eyes off of him. His face was contorted in excitement and lust. She could see the head of his cock glistening in the pale light of his bedroom, and she was overcome by an urge to taste him.

"So… wet," she moaned, slightly incoherent in her lust. "I'm so… only for you, Ani." Even though he knew. Even though it was obvious. She still felt like he needed to know that he was the only man who could ever make her feel this way.

"Mine!," he growled possessively, and she nodded her head. There was no denying it. She was his; only his, in every way; body, mind and soul. Just as he was hers, completely, solely, eternally.

She couldn't take it anymore, and suddenly slid two fingers inside her aching sex, eyes fluttering closed at the sensation. It was nothing compared to Anakin, but the fact that he was watching her seemed to make up for it. She'd never been so wet in her life; her hips undulated against her frantically moving fingers and all she could hear were the string of profanities leaking from Anakin's mouth as he watched her.

"Get your thumb on your clit," he told her, his words strained. "Hard, fast, circles. Just how you like it."

She cried his name, rocking her hips back and forth, as sweat beaded on her forehead and caused her hair to stick to her skin. It was clear in her mind, his head between her legs as it had been countless times, causing her such intense, white-hot pleasure, feasting on her as though she was his last meal. The memories caused her muscles to tighten, and she knew she was close, so, so close.

Anakin was breathing hard and fast, she could hear him through the speaker, and she opened her eyes a little to see him bucking his hips, thrusting his cock furiously into his hand. The look on his face was pure sex, and it was all she needed to arch off the bed, pressing her thumb forcefully against her clit.

"C'mon, Angel," he coaxed her, his voice heady with pleasure. "Come with me."

She didn't even need asking. No sooner had she heard him speak, her legs began to shake and she screamed, clamping a hand down on her mouth tightly so as to not wake Dorme. Anakin grunted out her name, but she hardly noticed as she fell over the edge. The pleasure was so intense that she almost blacked out for a moment, before she was slowly brought back to full consciousness. With a shudder, she let her fingers slip out of her and stretched out her legs, focussing on controlling her erratic breathing. Once she had calmed down, she sat up against her pillows and looked at Anakin.

He was exhausted; his spunk glistened on his lower belly, his eyes were shining, and there was this silly smile on his face. His entire body was slumped in his chair, lazy and pliant, and he looked so relaxed, that all she could do was smile at him. Their eyes met and locked, and they exchanged words silently, simply basking in each other, their love, and the unique experience they had just shared.

Minutes passed before either of them could find their voices. Anakin ran a hand sheepishly through his hair and gave a half-laugh. "Wow."

Padme blushed and giggled. How profound of him. "That was – " There were no words to describe what had just happened. It just simply was.

He seemed to understand, for he grinned. "Yeah."

Gaining control of herself, she reached for her discarded panties in an attempt to regain her modesty, and threw her pyjama shirt over her head. Anakin was still naked – Padme expected he probably would be for a while. He looked too content to move from the chair, or even clean himself up. Padme crossed her legs, unable to keep the tired smile off her face.

"I love you," she told him simply.

"I love you, too."

Silence ensued between them, and Padme yawned, but she wasn't ready to say goodbye to him. Not just yet. Not ever, if she was being completely honest. The hardest part of their conversations – no, their entire relationship, was saying goodbye. Of course, it was always coupled with an 'I love you', and an assurance of 'soon', but it still left Padme feeling incredibly lonely.

Anakin yawned and rubbed his eyes. "I should probably let you go," he muttered reluctantly. When she only pouted at him, he laughed. "Should I remind you that it's almost three-thirty in the morning? We've been talking for an hour. You were pretty mad about that before."

A smirk played at the corners of her lips. "Yes, but… that was before…" Before incredible Skype sex, she thought playfully.

Reading her thoughts, Anakin flashed her a sly smile. "Oh, don't you worry, Angel. There will be plenty more where that came from. Trust me." He rolled his neck, letting the joints crack and hiss, stretching his arms above his head, before meeting her gaze. The affection there caught her off guard a little. It amazed her how he could go from sly and lusty to adoring and bashful in the space of a second. "Hopefully, there'll be a chance for the real thing, soon, too."

Even though it was an uncertainty, Padme couldn't bring herself to destroy his hope. "Of course, Ani. I promise. Soon."

Satisfied with her answer, he yawned again and then pulled his laptop closer to him, so that she could only see his face.

"Goodnight, my Angel," he said softly. "See you soon."

Tears filled her eyes at the affection in his voice. "See you soon," she repeated, as she reached out and lightly stroked the visage of his face with her fingers across the screen..

Then, in typical Anakin fashion, he gave her a wink and pressed his lips to the screen in a kiss, before he was gone.