A/N: Told you I wouldn't make you wait too long. This chapter was a challenge to write, but, in the end, I'm happy with how it turned out.

WARNING: Explicit. Highly explicit.

Song inspiration for this chapter... Dangerous Woman by Ariana Grande... I don't really think I have to say more. Enjoy ;)

"Oh, god," she moaned, voiced strained as she sunk down on him, until she was sitting on his lap, legs splayed on either side of his lean hips. There was nothing like the feeling of being completely filled by Anakin, of him being fully sheathed inside her. After almost two months apart, it was a tight fit, and he was stretching her so deliciously that she couldn't bring herself to move just yet, just wanted to stay there, feeling him deep inside her, revelling in the moment. His good hand cupped a breast, thumbing absently at her nipple, and she arched into his touch. "You feel…feel so good, Ani," she praised him. "Missed this… missed you…so much..."

Anakin groaned at her words, and she could feel his cock twitching inside her, which only served to make her grin. She wanted to hear his pleasure – she wanted him to beg for it, beg for her. "Angel…" he uttered in a hoarse whisper as his hips slowly undulated underneath her, pleading for the friction she was denying him.

With a shy smile, she bent low over him, her hair draping like a dark velvety curtain around his face and held herself up by her elbows on either side of him, careful to avoid resting on his sore ribs. "Is this okay?" she asked softly, cautious of his injuries. "I'm not hurting you, am I?"

He trailed his hand up around to her back, dancing his fingers over the ridges of her spine before caressing the nape of her neck. "No," he smiled softly and shook his head. "But, I wouldn't tell you even if you were." His lips curled into a grin. "I've wanted this for two months. Broken ribs aren't going to stop me."

Padme released a soft giggle and carded her fingers through his golden hair gently, beaming at him with loving eyes. "You're a dork," she smirked down at him, "But, I love you." He returned her grin with a wink, and she bent even closer, so her lips were at his ear. "I've wanted this, too," she confessed softly. "It feels like we've been apart forever." With that, she gently bit his earlobe and suckled, sending a sudden jolt racing through him, and he whined with need.

"Mmm," he hummed, mouthing at her jaw wetly and slowly slid his lips along her skin, up to her mouth. His hand left her hair, trailing down her back to rest on the curve of her hip, fingers spread wide over the supple flesh of her ass, as he kissed her with unbridled passion. She matched him, her fingers curled tightly into his hair, as she met his demanding tongue, stroke for stroke. The way she was leaning forward made her clit brush against Anakin's pubic bone, and she circled her hips slowly, gasping as she sought the pressure she craved so badly.

As she slowly ground her hips against his, Anakin's cock twitched inside her again, and he made this little sound of impatience, digging his fingers tightly into her hip. "Padme…" he begged against her mouth. "Just – can you – please..." his voice broke off, and his breath hitched when she rocked down on him further, giving him what he needed, forcing him deeper inside her so that he was nudging her sweet spot. She continued swivelling her hips over him, loving the feeling of his cock dragging along her slick walls. He was big, and he was hard, and it was everything she'd never known she had needed until that very moment. She flattened her palms out beside his head, using the bed as leverage for the rocking movement of her hips so that she didn't rest her weight against Anakin.

His hand was tight on her ass, pushing her down further, kneading her flesh in a way that wasn't quite gentle, but wasn't painful either. Just, hard, firm. Exactly what she needed. He stretched his neck out, pressing messy, open-mouthed kisses along her throat as she moved above him. There was something so dirty about their love-making. It was desperate and needy, obscene wet sounds of hips smacking together, heavy breathing and breathy gasps, slick joining of lips and tongues. The air was hot and thick and dripping with the heady scent of sex. After two months of being without each other, combined with the intensity of everything that had happened, gentle wasn't an option. Not tonight. Even with Anakin's broken ribs. Padme wasn't going to let that stop her from taking what she wanted.

"Fuck," Anakin cursed, eyes fluttered closed. "Fuck, Angel. Tight. So fucking tight – when you move…can feel it – the drag…it's so - "

Padme sat up slowly, concentrating her efforts on rising up and down on him. "Yeah, Ani," she exhaled breathily, eyes glazed over. "It's so, so good." Each movement down, she ground her hips mercilessly, panting and moaning above him. It did feel good. It felt way, way too good. Too much. Whole.

Perfect.

A growl slipped past his clenched teeth, and Padme fixed her eyes upon his face, watching as he struggled with himself, struggled not to move with her, because it would cause him pain. It was both amusing and erotic at the same time. To compensate, he dug his fingers harder into her hip bone, hard enough to leave bruises in the morning, Padme was certain, and locked his jaw tightly.

But, Padme didn't want control. She wanted his passion, his essence, his fire. She wanted him to lose himself inside her, to show her how much he loved her, how he couldn't live without her. So, she clenched her sex around him sharply, tearing a strangled groan from his lips and began to ride him faster, lifting her hips so he was almost all the way out of her before slamming back down. His cock throbbed inside her, and he shifted his hips, just slightly, not up, just side-to-side. It wasn't enough though, because then, with with an impatient huff, he began to move, properly, lifting his hips off the bed and bucking up into her, meeting her hips each time. Each jab of his cock made her whine, and she threw her head back, her long hair tickling the tops of his knees and brushing the front of his thighs in feather soft caresses, as they braced her backside, and she placed her hands on either side of his hips, digging her nails into his skin from the sheer pleasure of it.

It was good. It was fucking bliss, and Padme swivelled her hips just as Anakin really began to get into it, began bucking hard up into her like she wanted. She was close. The pressure was building. If she could get just the right friction on her clit, she would tumble over the edge, she knew it. She chased her orgasm desperately, grinding smooth and dirty against him, as he repeatedly hit her nerves, and she was there, she could feel it… when…

"Ugh, fuck!" he released a cry of pain and snapped his eyes open, stilling his movements. She paused, staring down at him in horror.

"Ani…?!" her eyes scanned over his face, which was contorted in agony. It was hurting him, hurting his ribs. They couldn't keep this up. She didn't want to cause him pain.

He blinked up at her, incredulously. "What are you doing?" he demanded through gritted teeth. "Don't fucking stop!"

"But...you're in pain!" she pointed out with a frown.

Anakin shook his head. "I'm fine," he insisted. "Really. It's fine. Just…keep going…" He met her gaze firmly. "Please, Angel," he begged. "It's so good… I'm so – so fucking close…"

Padme sighed and ran a hand through her hair. "Anakin…" she began, unsure of whether to proceed with his wishes, or to stop. His injuries were still so new, and she could only imagine how much pain it was causing him to do this.

He caught her wrist, pulling it away from her face, before letting it drop to her side. "I need you, Padme." The way he said it, all desperate and strained only spiked her own arousal. Something about those words…he needed her. Her. Even when he was in complete agony, all Anakin wanted was her. She would never grow tired of knowing that. His left hand cupped the back of her neck, and he pulled her down so she was hovering above his mouth. "So bad. I'm aching for you, Angel. I mean it hurts. Please."

His word made her melt, and she caved instantly, succumbing to the sweet lure of his lips moulding to her own. How could she not, when he pleaded with her like that? Her Ani always knew which buttons to press, and no matter how hard she was trying to keep up this act of control, she was weak, weak when it came to Anakin. Just like he knew he was with her. She was so hopelessly in love with him that it scared her sometimes. The feelings he stirred within her were so powerful in their intensity, yet addictive. She craved them; the way he made her feel when they were together.

It was like nothing else in the world.

She couldn't deny that she needed him, too. Her burning desire for Anakin ran deeper than anything she'd ever known. She craved him; his touch, his lips, his rough hands on her skin, his long, hard cock inside her, taking her, claiming her as his own. Perhaps it was just because she was young and inexperienced, but she hoped that this need for Anakin would never dissipate, that she would still want him like this when she was older. And, that he would want her, too, as they grew older.

Unable to deny him what they both wanted any longer, she slowly began to rise over him again. The little groan of approval he made at her actions made her smile against his mouth, and she grew bold. Taking his good hand in hers, she laced their fingers together and pulled his arm up over his head, pinning him there and holding herself up with her other forearm beside his head. Her nipples teased his, as she gently brushed her chest against him, lightly enough as not to hurt him, and he moaned, squeezing her fingers tightly. She just kept him there and nipped his bottom lip with her teeth, not stilling her movements for even a second.

"Your mine tonight, Anakin," she told him in a soft whisper as she trailed her lips down his jaw and sucked biting kisses along his throat, marking him as hers. Her tongue flicked out and dragged across the bump of his Adam's apple, and his hips jerked involuntarily, causing him to groan a little, in both the pain from his ribs and the pleasure of Padme's mouth. "Mine to do with as I see fit."

As she said the words, she brought his hand up to the headboard and wrapped his fingers around on of the spindles tightly, before sitting up, whimpering at how deep he was inside her when she sat on him like this. The head of his dick was pushed right up against her sweet spot, and she bit her lip, eyes fluttering closed, and let the pleasure roll over her like a warm blanket.

"Angel…" his hips twitched, seeking friction. Padme grinned.

"You're not allowed to touch me," she informed him firmly, her smile turned feral. "Not unless I say so. Understand?"

His eyes darkened to near black at her words, a proud grin curled his lips. "Yes, ma'am."

Slowly, Padme continued her movements, concentrating on lifting her hips up and then dropping back down, clenching around him as she did so. She kept her hands next to his head, as leverage, and locked her eyes on his face. "You're not allowed to move," she warned him as he made to thrust up into her.

Anakin let out a low, husky laugh. "You're not exactly making it – oh fuck – easy for me, Padme."

"That's the whole point," she quipped darkly, before she attached her lips to the side of his neck and feasted on the salty tang of his skin with ravenous hunger. The sounds he emitted were so delicious; he was shuddering in her arms, and Padme revelled in the fact that she could reduce him to this gasping, quivering mess beneath her. It filled her with a profound sense of power, a power she took great pleasure in wielding.

And wield it, she did.

After everything she'd been through, she wanted to take control. She needed it. And, oh, if it wasn't making her more aroused by the second. She'd never been wetter in her life; she was sliding so smoothly over his shaft, the slick friction was driving her positively insane. Each grind down sent him knocking into her sweet spot again and again, and it was heaven.

Anakin was breathing sharply through his nose, his jaw locked and teeth clamped together. The way his eyebrows were furrowed was proof enough of his pain, of the discomfort he was in, but when she asked him if he wanted her to stop, he snarled and shook his head furiously. "No, don't you dare stop," he begged. "Just…just keep – fuck, that's it. I need – Angel, just…please…"

Hearing him beg like that ignited something strangely possessive inside Padme, and she stilled her movements, peering down at him with predatory intent. "Beg for it." The words left her mouth not as a question, but as a demand, and whilst it was uncharacteristically sharp and very forward of her, she decided to roll with this newfound power. Anakin blinked up at her, half-confused, half-proud, eyes swimming with lust. "Beg for it." she repeated, lolling his bottom lip into her mouth.

"Tell me what you want, Ani."

She was copying him, and he knew it. The amount of times he'd asked her the exact same thing…it only ever served to make her tremble in his arms. She suddenly decided that she wanted that. She wanted him to beg for it, for her, to tell her what he wanted, what he needed.

"You," he said darkly. Padme merely hummed and pressed wet kisses along his jaw, up towards his ear, where she took his earlobe between her teeth and sucked it hard.

"That's not specific enough, my love. Tell me what you want."

Anakin growled, a dark, feral sound, that sent shivers all up Padme's spine and caused her sex to flutter madly around him. God, his voice was sex, practically dripping with desire. He could affect her so easily, just with his words, with the tone of his voice. He turned his head just a little and licked the side of her cheek in such a dirty, erotic way. "Fuck me," he whispered softly. His words made her pull back a little, and she stared down at him, half-awed by him. He was like nothing else.

"Fuck me, Padme," he begged her again, eyes searing into her own. "I want you to fuck me. Make me come." The bluntness of his request made her whine. How could she refuse him, when he asked it of her so honestly, without a shred of shame or embarrassment, just with raw need?

So, fuck him, she did.

Padme rode him relentlessly, like a woman possessed. Anakin cursed and trembled underneath her, in pain and pleasure, as she gave him what he wanted. Her name fell repeatedly from his lips like a prayer, praising her, thanking her, and it fuelled her passion. His hips thrust up into hers of their own accord, making him snarl in agony, but he didn't stop. He was determined to reach his release, and Padme was more than willing to give it to him.

"You're so fucking gorgeous right now, Angel," he told her, staring up at her in awe, his eyes drawn to the way her small breasts bobbed along her chest with the rhythm of her movements. "God, I want to touch you."

To say she didn't love the way he was looking at her would be a lie. Padme lived for such adoring gazes from him, representative of the sheer desire she knew he felt only for her. And, even though she wanted him to touch her too, wanted to feel his hands on her body, she also wanted to deny him. There was just something so sensual about it, so satisfying about watching the little impatient pout that pulled at his lips.

She fixed him with a sweet smile. "Then do it, Ani." His hand was on her skin in seconds, yanking away from the bedframe to rest on the dip of her waist. She shuddered at the electricity that shot up her spine from his hot touch and tipped her head back a little as he slid his hand up her delicate ribcage, to fill with her breast. Long, calloused fingers pulled at her nipple, tugging, twirling, and pinching so good, so painful and perfect, and she praised him with little, breathless cries of his name.

"So beautiful," he praised her, as she reached between their bodies, to where they were joined, and gripped the base of his cock in her small hand, falling forward a little. She held him in place, right where she wanted him, then rolled her hips forward against his in slow, shallow grinds. "That's it, Angel. Get yourself there. It's so good…so good."

"Yeah, Ani," she nodded, eyes fluttering closed, and constricted around him tightly, causing his breath to hitch.

Suddenly, Anakin lost himself, lost his control, and started bucking up into her relentlessly, fingers left her breast to dig sharply into the bone of her hip, to push and pull her down onto him harder, deeper. He was panting underneath her, moaning at the pain of it, but continuing to thrust his hips up to meet hers each time. "Oh fuck, oh fuck," he choked out, the breath pulled from his throat. "Padme, I'm – I need to…can't – "

"No, don't," Padme pleaded with him, hoarse and desperate, because she wasn't there yet, still needed more, and he couldn't finish. Not yet. "Not yet, not…"

Knowing instinctively what she needed, Anakin stretched up his neck, mouthing at the soft skin between her collarbones and slipped his hand between her legs. He found her swollen clit instantly and, coating his fingers in her wetness, began rubbing furious circles over it, coaxing her swiftly towards her approaching orgasm as she continued to rise and fall over him.

"Anakin, Anakin, Ani, oh, yes, Ani," she chanted into the night, and shifted her pelvis, seeking the sweet pressure of his fingers. Her arm shook under the strain of holding her entire body up, and she balled her fist into the sheets of her bed, willing herself to remain strong, but the pleasure he was giving her made her weak. The tremors started small, a slow burn deep in her core, but slowly built up, racing through her blood until her entire body trembled, and her eyes rolled back into her head, eyelids closed, and she went dizzy with it.

"Okay...okay, now - " her voice cracked.

She gave the order with a little, shaky nod of her head, and Anakin obliged, pressing his thumb firmly, mercilessly against her clit, and she screamed, head rolling back, limply. He came in two, jerky thrusts of his hips with a low grunt of her name, and it was all Padme could do not to fall forward onto him and crush his slowly healing ribs. Instead, she leaned backwards, into the strong embrace of Anakin's muscled thighs, which he had bent up at the knees to support her, keeping her hand wrapped tightly around his cock as some sort of anchor. Her entire body heaved one, great shudder, that stretched from her head, down her spine, to her toes that were curled underneath her feet.

It felt like years before she could finally open her eyes. Her lids were heavy, and her pulse was pounding loudly in her ears as she gazed down at Anakin affectionately. He was grinning up at her, all stupid and sappy and giddy, with the skin pulled tight around his half-hooded eyes in that little post-sex smile of his that she adored so much. She felt a rush of giddy happiness seize her, and she forced herself – rather clumsily – to lean forward, and carded her fingers through his hair. "I love you," she whispered, hovering above his swollen lips. Perhaps she said it too often, but it never made it any less true. Padme didn't think she would ever tire of uttering those three, precious little words to him.

Anakin didn't respond verbally. He simply tangled his fist up in her hair and closed the distance between their mouths, kissing her languidly and slowly, taking his time. "That was much better than Skype," he muttered, not quite pulling away from her mouth. She could feel the teasing smirk that curved his lips.

"Agreed," she gave him a lazy smile, a soft giggle slipped past her lips.

"My ribs don't agree."

With a frown, Padme sat up and moved off of him, plopping down beside him. She placed her hand on his shoulder and lightly traced his fingertips down his chest, following the action with her eyes. "I'm sorry, Ani," she apologized truthfully. She hadn't wanted to hurt him.

With a soft, reassuring smile, he cupped her wandering hand and brought it up to his mouth, kissing each of her fingers tenderly before placing an open mouthed kiss on her palm. "Don't be sorry. It was more than worth it. Besides," he grinned, "I wasn't going to let you stop."

Padme rolled her eyes playfully. "I don't know whether you're brave or stupid."

"Neither," he replied honestly. "I'm just in love with you."

The statement was so simple, so raw and true that tears pricked at her eyes, and all she could do was beam brilliantly over at him. She felt full, so full of love for him. He completed her in every way, filled the void in her soul that she hadn't known was there until he'd come back into her life, and she never wanted to part with him ever again. She felt like he was her life force.

To distract her from bursting into ridiculous, irrational tears, she got up and went to retrieve a cloth from the bathroom and then sat back down beside Anakin. "May I?" she asked shyly, flicking her eyes down to his slowly softening cock and then back up to his face. Normally, after they had sex, Anakin took care of cleaning himself up, but it was too difficult for him now.

He was obviously just as embarrassed as she was about this, for his cheeks were tinged red and he swallowed, raking his good hand through his hair, sheepishly. "Y-you don't have to…"

Shaking her head, Padme beamed at him sweetly. "I don't mind, Ani."

When he gave a feeble nod of consent, she went to work, peeling off the condom and then wiping him down. She kept a blank face, trying not to focus on how intimate this was…more so than even giving him a blowjob, somehow… she couldn't explain it. But, there was also something reassuring about it as well. They were comfortable enough with each other to do this. And, that pleased her immensely.

When she was finished and he was all cleaned up, she tossed the condom in the trash bin and the cloth in the laundry basket in her closet, before crawling back in bed beside Anakin. He curled his arm around her and kissed her cheek sweetly, muttering "thank you" into her ear, full of sincere gratitude.

Padme sighed happily, running her foot along the long slope of his calf. "Not at all," she assured him.

Humming contentedly, Anakin continued his gentle stroking of her sweat-dampened hair, lulling her into a soft, pliant state. It was his favourite thing to do after their lovemaking; he could turn from passionate and consuming one moment to sweet and gentle the next.

"I'm sorry, Padme." His voice was tinged with sadness, as he whispered into the night, her room darkened save for the moonlight slanting through the window blinds casting beams of silver across the bed.

She gave his hand a quick squeeze and glanced curiously up at him. "What for?"

When he met her eyes, his gaze was serious. "For ruining our reunion."

Smiling sadly at him, she shook her head. "It doesn't matter, Ani. We're here now. That's all that matters."

"Still," Anakin persisted stubbornly. "I ruined our first Valentine's Day together, and I want to make it up to you."

Padme hummed, considering his humble request, before she was struck with a deliciously naughty idea. He wanted to make it up to her? She could think of many, many ways in which he could fulfill his wish.

Lifting an eyebrow, she smirked. "Are you sure that's what you want?" she challenged.

"Of course," he replied immediately, oblivious to her intent, which only made it that much sweeter. "Anything you want, Angel."

Anything, hmmm?

With a wicked grin, she hoisted her leg back over his waist, perching herself over his thighs and leaned over him. The way his blue eyes widened in obvious- yet surprised- excitement made her chuckle. Typical. Anakin was always ready for sex, even when he was spent and exhausted. Well, she thought cheekily to herself, you've got another thing coming, Mister.

"I'm going to hold you to that, Anakin Skywalker, because a girl doesn't like to be...disappointed, " she warned him, eyes flashing with mischief. There was something so thrilling about this suddenly dominant side of her, and she was going to wield it for as long as she could. "You want to make it up to me? You're going to have to work for it."

His hand slid teasingly up the back of her bare thigh, as his tongue slipped out to wet his lips erotically, half-hooded eyes raking over her face. "How…?"

Padme grinned and pressed her lips to his and licked around the edges of his mouth, and Anakin parted his lips instinctively, allowing her entrance. "Why," she replied breathily, "with this wonderful mouth of yours, of course."

If Anakin had been surprised before by her behaviour, it was nothing compared to this. He let out a long, low, aroused moan, his blue eyes growing impossibly dark, and he cursed silently under his breath. Then, before he had a chance to protest or even question her, she skilfully shuffled up his body, bracing her knees on either side of his head, until she was hovering right above his mouth. Her hands gripped the headboard tightly, keeping herself in position. An enthused hiss issued from underneath her.

"You know what to do, Ani," she whispered, glancing down to see his eyes alight with wonder and lust, a prideful smile across his face.

"You're so beautiful," he told her reverently. "And, you've shaved a bit, too," he observed with a pleased little laugh. "You really wanted to surprise me, huh?" Then his hand was on her hip, and he was guiding her down towards his eager mouth. At first, he gave her sweet, gentle kisses, rubbing his nose in her soft curls, breathing her scent in, making her sigh in pleasure. Then, he got his tongue to work, licking broad, flat strokes against her dripping sex, and Padme exhaled in wonder at how willing he was. He lapped at her essence worshipfully, and the little moans and whines of pleasure he was making caused Padme to mewl in pleasure herself. "So… good…" he praised her between licks. "Taste so good…"

All Padme could do was close her eyes and swivel her hips over his mouth, as he nuzzled and suckled and feasted on her flesh like it was his last meal and she was a ripe piece of fruit. He performed his task with well-practiced skill, dipping inside her with the pointed tip of his tongue to collect more of her dripping arousal and swallowing, before stretching up and lapping repeatedly at her swollen bud, flicking his tongue rapidly in a fluttering caress across her nub.

It was pure ecstasy.

Padme gripped the headboard tightly, until her knuckles turned white, and her thighs began to shake with the effort of holding herself up, and the pleasure Anakin was causing within her. His hand on her hip grew painfully tight as he encouraged her slow grinding, rubbing herself greedily against him. She should have been embarrassed by what she was doing, by what he was doing to her, but she was too far gone for such concerns. All that occupied her thoughts was her encroaching orgasm and Anakin's delightfully sinful mouth.

"Oh my god," she moaned into the night, her head tipped back and her teeth sunk forcefully into her lip as Anakin took her sensitive clit between his teeth and suckled on it fervently. "Ani, Ani…yes… so good!" Suddenly, white hot pleasure seized her in a frenzied torrent, and she cried out, her thighs clamping tightly around his head and her entire body shuddering as her climax hit. She slumped forward from the intensity of it, her breathing heavy and rasping, and rested her sweaty forehead against the wall. Her legs shook, and it was only with the help of Anakin's hand that she stopped herself from smothering him and cutting off his ability to breathe. She felt electrified, like she was flying out of her skin, and it took her a moment to regain her consciousness.

Anakin's eyes were molten pools of lust as they blinked up at her from underneath her, and it was only then that Padme realized he was turned on by this. Pleasuring her had aroused him. She bit her lip as another idea hit her. Who was she to take her pleasure but deny him his own? Especially when he had been so good, obeyed her so well.

He deserved a reward. A special reward.

Lifting her hips up, she awkwardly spun around, repositioning herself to face away from the wall and leaned over Anakin's body as it lay stretched out before her. Sure enough, he was fully erect, throbbing and swollen with need, protruding proudly from a bed of short, dark blonde curls. Padme admired him again for a moment. It certainly was an impressive sight, as always, and oddly attractive. The acknowledgment surprised her a little – she'd never thought she would ever find this particular part of the male anatomy pleasant to look at, but there was something strangely beautiful about his cock. Perhaps it was because it was a part of him, and Anakin was the most stunning person on the entire planet, and it made sense that even his cock would be beautifully sculpted. Or, perhaps it reminded her of how wonderful it felt when inside her, filling her, causing her pleasure. Either way, she enjoyed looking at him.

To express her thorough appreciation, she stretched out her neck and pressed a sweet kiss to the tip of him. He made a strangled groan at the contact. "W-what are you d-doing, Angel?" he asked breathlessly, as her feminine folds hovered over his mouth.

It was a fair enough question. Padme hadn't done this before exactly. She'd given him blowjobs before, of course, but she didn't even know where the idea to try something like this had come from. It must have stemmed from her sudden feeling of feminine empowerment, because she was willing to explore something that even Dorme had confessed to only having done once before. Glancing over her shoulder at him through wisps of her cascading curls, she flashed him a wicked grin. "What does it look like I'm doing, Ani?"

"Y-you don't… I mean, I don't expect you to…" he stammered immediately.

For some reason, his concern was endearing to her. "Anakin," she said his name slowly, letting it roll sensually off her tongue. "I want to." He swallowed thickly, eyes wide in complete adoration. "I want to make you feel good…while you make me feel good."

His eyes almost popped out of his head. "You want to… while I'm…? Are you sure?" When she nodded bravely in response, he cursed roughly under his breath, his pupils dilated in his arousal. "Okay, okay… fuck…" he groaned when she leaned down and wrapped her mouth around him and suckled at the head, and he responded by gripping her hip tightly and once again plunging his mouth on her.

It was the strangest, yet most erotic thing she'd ever done. And, it was difficult. Padme tried to concentrate on pleasuring him, on taking him all the way into her mouth as she had done before, but it was hard for her to fully commit herself when Anakin was making her body sing so deliciously at the other end of the bed. It seemed that he was faced with the same dilemma, as whenever she dug her tongue into his slit or swirled it in circles around his swollen head, he would hiss and moan and temporarily stop his task just to bask in the pleasure he was feeling. Still, Padme was determined to make it as pleasurable for him as was possible.

Indeed, he deserved this reward.

From her position, on her hands and knees above him, it was too difficult for her to sink down on him the way she would have liked to, because he was rather big, and she had a hard enough time just holding herself up like this...especially when Anakin was pleasuring her so intensely, too. So, she did what she could and applied her tongue in ways she never had thought of before, flittering it across the head then licking deep and long down his shaft and back up. Each stroke of her tongue was accompanied by a rock of her hips, and she soon settled into what she decided felt like a comfortable rhythm.

They didn't speak, but they didn't need to. Proof of their mutual pleasure was heard in their gasping and moaning and panting. Already sensitive from two powerful climaxes, Padme reached her third in no time, whimpering hoarsely as she pulled away just for a moment, to let the rapture wash over her again in wondrous waves of fulfillment. Once she had calmed down, she continued her ministrations, bringing her hand into play, and wrapped it tightly around his base, pumping him steadily into her mouth. His strong thighs twitched beside her head as he fought for control, and his hand left her hip to fist into the sheets of her bed. Eyes snapping shut, he arched off the bed, hissing in pain, and began jerking his hips up to meet her mouth.

"Fuck, yes…oh fuck, Padme, I'm… I'm…" He throbbed and twitched, then with a sudden jolt, spilled himself into her mouth, and Padme swallowed everything he gave her, drinking down his seed eagerly. It had been so long since she'd last tasted him on her tongue, and she'd almost missed it, in a bizarre way. Just missed him, missed Anakin. It was such a luxury to be with him like this, in this way, re-exploring his body, familiarizing herself again with the salty taste of his skin.

Eventually, his body relaxed, and Padme let him fall from her lips gently, before moving off of him and turning around. She was struck by the look on Anakin's face; eyes wide, mouth parted, chin slick with her own essence as he stared at her like she was some sort of divine being. "Y-you…" he began, voice rough and hoarse. "You're beyond incredible."

Blushing furiously, she played with the ends of her hair and moved up beside him. "I just…I wanted to try something a little… different…"

This time, it was Anakin's turn to blush, and he darted his eyes to his lap, before dragging them up to meet hers again. "I've never done that before," he admitted in a quiet whisper.

Now, that was surprising to hear.

"R-really?!" she blurted out, in spite of herself, because she couldn't hardly believe it. He was the one with all the experience, after all.

He snorted a chuckle. "It is really that hard to believe, Angel?"

She tossed her hair over her shoulder and gave him a pointed look. "Well-l-l," she began, diplomatically, shrugging her shoulders. "Out of the two of us, you're the one with the most experience. I just…I guess I just assumed you'd…"

Anakin shook his head and darted his hand across to take hold of her own. "No. Never. It's too - it's too intimate...I suppose. I've never been like that with anyone, done that with anyone else...except you, Angel." His fingers trailed delicately up her arm to cup the back of her neck, before he drew her down to his mouth for a kiss. She could taste herself on his lips, but it didn't repulse her. Only reiterated how truly intimate their relationship was, how much they loved and trusted each other. "So, did I make it up to you?" he winked at her when he pulled away.

Feigning nonchalance, she pursed her lips and shrugged. "You did alright."

"Alright?!" he scoffed, raising his eyebrows at her, mouth opening in shock. "Excuse me?! Were you not a part of what just happened here?! Because what just happened here was more than just 'alright.' It was pretty fucking awesome!

She grinned at him, eyes flashing with mischief. "It was alright."

He reached up and pinched her nipple hard, making her gasp a little. "Stop being stubborn and admit it. I'm a sex god."

Padme rolled her eyes. "Sex god? Who told you that? Do you have some girl back in Chicago who tells you such silly things?"

"Not yet," he teased. "But, I might need to get one, y'know. Find someone who fully appreciates my skill."

Laughing darkly, she nipped his earlobe and licked around the shell of his ear, sensually. "As if I would let you. I'd tie you to the bed and hold you prisoner. You're mine, Ani. All mine, and only mine."

His eyes darkened lustily, a wolfish grin on his lips, and he traced the swell of her breast with his long, calloused fingers. "You're really digging this whole dominance thing tonight, aren't you?"

She shrugged and gave him a playful wink. "It's the power of lingerie, Ani."

"Well then, feel free to wear lingerie all the time, my Angel."

They fell into a deep, sensual kiss, and then Padme curled into his side and pulled the blankets up around them. He kept his arm around her, his hand resting possessively on her hip, as she snuggled into his shoulder, and within minutes, they were both asleep, exhausted, sated and hopelessly in love. Padme sighed contentedly as she floated between that state somewhere between sleep and awake, and a smile curled her lips. She was in bed, with Anakin nestled snugly next to her, his arm securely wrapped around her, and she felt happier than she had in months.

She was home.