A/N: Another little spicy one for you... hope you enjoy! xx

Chapter 48

As they waited in line to go through customs, Padme felt a little tremor of excitement run through her. This was the first time her and Anakin had been at the airport together – they'd never even caught a plane together before. This milestone… holidaying together, while only small, felt so important to Padme. It was a step forward. Their relationship was progressing; and soon, she would be moving to Chicago and they wouldn't have to do long distance any longer. The thrill of it all made her grin, and she squeezed Anakin's hand tightly, looking up and flashing him a bright smile.

He grinned down at her and dropped a kiss to the top of her head affectionately. "What's that smile for?"

Padme just shrugged her shoulders and leant into Anakin's side. "I'm just happy, Ani."

Anakin wrapped his arm around her and gently ran his fingers up and down her arm, humming low in his chest. "Me too."

It took longer than Padme anticipated to get through customs and into the international terminal. Padme had forgotten about this process – she hadn't been overseas in years - since she graduated high school and went for a European summer holiday with Dorme and a few other girls. And while she'd flown to Minnesota and Chicago often over the past year, domestic travel was very different to international travel. Still, she managed to get through fairly easily once it was her turn. Anakin, unfortunately, was bomb-tested by the customs officials, so it took a little longer before he could join her.

Once they were free, they went to grab a coffee and a Cinnabon, then found a seat in the terminal. They had about an hour or so before they needed to board their flight, so they welcomed the time to just relax together. Padme hadn't had a lot of opportunity to relax over the past few months and she couldn't wait to spend a week, relaxing on a beach with Anakin, drinking mojitos and reading her book. Of course, there was also the very real possibility that Padme wouldn't have much time to relax… seeing how determined Anakin had been to make up for lost time. But Padme wasn't going to complain about that. Not at all.

She nursed her vanilla latte in her right hand, and flicked aimlessly through a magazine she'd bought at the kiosk. Beside her, Anakin lay stretched out, his long legs crossed over and one of his hands snuck across to caress her thigh softly. Padme watched him fondly; his peaceful, almost childlike expression as listened to music through his headphones, his eyes closed, the way he sank back into his chair, the way he bounced his ankles in time with the music. He oozed comfort, dressed casually in a pair of grey sweatpants, a black round-necked t-shirt and Nike sneakers, and he still looked just as gorgeous as he had in his navy suit during her graduation. Maybe it was the way his t-shirt hugged his lean torso and biceps, or how his sweatpants hugged his thighs and slung low around his hips, letting a sliver of his golden skin peek through. Either way, Padme decided that she liked him better in this than possibly anything else.

As she sipped her coffee, she let her mind wander. Her past year had been more than she'd ever hoped for. She couldn't believe that only eight months ago, she'd been on her way back to Minnesota to see her mother for summer break. Never in her wildest dreams would she have thought that she'd be reunited with Anakin, the boy next door, and that he would completely capture her heart in a way that she'd never experienced. Their relationship was… intense. So full of raw emotion and unbridled lust. The long distance had made it even that much more complicated, and every time they reunited it was as though they were back at the very start, back in Minnesota, in that thunderstorm, confessing their love to each other.

But so much had happened since then. They'd fought, they'd both succumbed to jealousy… they'd even been on the point of breaking. And yet, they remained. Their love had held on, it had been the fuel to the raging fire that seemed to burn underneath their very skin.

Padme wondered what this new step in their relationship would be like. Living close to each other, seeing each other every day… would it be enough? So far, they had relied so much on passion, but what would it be like without the noise? What would a normal relationship be like with someone like Anakin; a man who was so… impulsive and passionate and… real?

Sighing, she closed her trashy magazine and covered Anakin's hand with hers, rubbing her thumb over the tops of his knuckles. Whatever the future held, Padme was just happy to have Anakin with her. They could take on anything that was thrown at them – if anything, the last eight months had proven that.

Over the intercom, their flight number was called. Padme quickly drank the last of her coffee and gently nudged Anakin. "Ani," she whispered. "It's time to board."

He nodded and tucked his headphones back into his pocket and threw his bag over his shoulder. Unlike Padme, Anakin had fit everything he was taking with him into his Nike duffle bag, so he was able to take it as carry on. Padme, on the other hand, had needed to check her suitcase in below because, as Anakin had teased her, it was too heavy. They walked, hand in hand to the gate and waiting in line for their tickets to be scanned.

They had pretty good seats, as the plane wasn't that large. They were lucky enough to be on the outside row next to the window, which only had two seats, instead of the aisle which had three. It meant that they had the row all to themselves. Anakin put his luggage up above in the baggage compartment and then ducked his head and took the seat right next to the window. Padme followed suit and sat down next to him, and began organising her carry on luggage. As she took out her book, a bottle of water, some mints, her headphones, her reading glasses, a thick woolly cardigan, earbuds, a silk eye mask and her MacBook, she felt Anakin's hot gaze on the back of her head.

"What?" she asked him as she turned around. There was this shocked, almost bemused expression on his face and he shook his head, laughing.

"Who are you? Mary Poppins?" he smirked. "How much junk can you fit in that bag?"

She rolled her eyes at him and clicked her tongue. "I like to be prepared. I don't want to go sifting through my bag during the flight."

"You're prepared all right," Anakin drawled sarcastically. "For a zombie apocalypse! If we crash, you're gonna drag the plane down with all that crap."

Padme swatted him on the shoulder and fixed him with a frown. "Don't say that, Anakin!" she scolded. "You might jinx it."

He ignored her comment and kept flicking his eyes between her and her carry-on bag. "What on earth do you need all this for?"

"Well, I might want to read, so that's why I have my book and glasses," she began explaining, lifting up Gone Girl to show him. "And I downloaded some movies on Netflix that I might want to watch, so I packed my Mac. I've got my cardigan in case I get cold, water if I get thirsty, mints to suck on when we take off so my ears don't go funny, headphones to listen to music and watch movies, and ear buds and an eye mask for when I'm sleeping."

When she finished, she took a breath and raised her eyebrows at Anakin.

He snorted in disbelief. "That's ridiculous."

"It's a 17 hour flight, Ani," she reminded him. "What are you going to do in that time, then?"

He shrugged his shoulders carelessly. "Dunno. Sleep. Watch movies with you?"

"I thought you said I was 'too prepared', and now you want to watch movies on my laptop!" she cried incredulously.

Anakin grinned impishly. "Why do I need to pack anything when you've already got it covered?"

Before Padme could protest that he was being hypocritical, Anakin leaned over and kissed her swiftly, swallowing her words. "So," he asked as though nothing had happened. "What movies did you download?"

Padme just rolled her eyes at him and tucked her Mac into the pouch on the seat in front of her.

As much as Padme enjoyed travelling, she hated flying. Her fear of heights made it impossible to enjoy the take off or the landing, and she gripped Anakin's hand tightly, nails digging in, as their flight took off and soared into the air. Her eyes were squeezed shut for several minutes, as they race upwards, until she was convinced that they had somewhat levelled out. Sighing deeply, she opened her eyes and released Anakin's hand from her tight grip, giving him an apologetic smile. He just brought her hand up to his lips and softly brushed them against her skin, his blue eyes twinkling, making Padme feel warm inside. Suddenly, she felt better. Anakin had this way of completely melting away any of her anxieties, and she loved the way he affected her.

The time passed quickly, despite it being a long haul flight. Padme forced Anakin to watch Moulin Rouge, one of her personal favourites, and Anakin suffered through it for her sake, which she was grateful for. At one point, he pointed out that the actor Ewan McGregor looked an awful lot like Obi-Wan, and Padme had to agree. To make it up to him, Padme let him pick the next movie, and he chose The Mummy, which Padme was happy with. As they watched, she couldn't help but notice some similarities between the main character – Rick O'Connell, and Anakin. They were both extremely handsome, sarcastic, adventurous and... protective of their women. But Padme kept that opinion to herself.

After several hours, Anakin drifted off to sleep, his head slumped against the window, hand clasped firmly in hers, and was snoring softly. Padme gazed upon his dozing form with warm affection. Nothing compared to the beauty of Anakin when he was asleep. His gorgeous features were so relaxed, and she adored the way his eyes fluttered beneath his lids, and how his long blonde eyelashes cast delicate shadows across his cheeks. She began to grow tired just looking at him, and shut down her laptop, pulled a blanket across them both, and pulled her sleeping mask over her eyes, before lifting the arm rest between them and snuggling into Anakin's side. Their hands remained in each other's grasps as she fell asleep.

Padme was woken from her slumber by the gentle caress of Anakin's fingers on her thigh. Groggily, she blinked her eyes open to see Anakin staring at her. There was something in his eyes that made her stomach flutter… they were dark, pupils dilated, shimmering with something she couldn't quite place. She'd seen that look before. It was the look he gave her when he wanted her.

She rubbed her eyes and tilted her head to the side, a little confused by his expression. "Ani…?"

He didn't say a word, but leant down to capture her lips in his own, his hand slowly making its way up her thigh under the blanket, inching closer and closer to the hem of her cycle shorts in a sinfully cruel manner.

Breathless, and surprised by his bold actions, Padme pulled away and stared at him with wide eyes. "Ani, what… what are you doing?" she hissed.

He shook his head and bent towards her ear, his breath hot against her neck, sending shivers down her spine. "Shhh…" he whispered. "Don't react," he told her, almost demanded, and she nodded, sucking her bottom lip between her teeth.

"I want to touch you, Angel," he told her, and she could hear the desperate need in his voice. It made her open her legs instinctively, just barely, under the blanket. "I want to slide my hand into your panties and play with your clit until you come on my fingers." As if reiterating his request, he slowly walked his fingers up along the outside of her cycle shorts, before resting above the waistband, tracing the skin there.

His blatant honesty, the prohibited nature of what he was suggesting, made Padme squirm with desire and she shuddered, breath caught in her throat.

"Do you want that, Angel?" he asked her, because no matter his desires, he always made sure she wanted it, never forced her to do anything she didn't want. It only made her want him more. "Do you want me to touch you?"

She couldn't speak. They were on a plane, surrounded by so many people, and here Anakin was wanting to do something so explicit. There could be serious consequences if they were caught, but the deliciousness of it all was worth the risk.

"Tell me, Padme," he said again, voice strained as his fingertips danced feather light touches across the skin of her lower belly. "Only if you want it. Do you want it? Do you want me to make you come?"

She swallowed thickly, and was barely able to nod her head in consent. "Yes." It was almost silent, but it was enough.

Anakin's eyes flashed wickedly, and his fingers quickly darted underneath the waistband, fingering the top of her cotton panties. She whimpered at the contact, and widened her legs even further, subtly arching her hips into his touch.

"Close your eyes," he instructed her. "Pretend you're asleep. We can't get caught."

She did as she was told, and tilted her head to the side so her face was buried in the crook of Anakin's shoulder. He began his torture slowly – because it was torture, the way he rubbed gentle circles around her pubic bone, just missing her clit on every stroke, and if they were alone, she would have growled at him to get a move on. But he seemed to enjoy this, the slow, gentle, infuriating pace. His fingers went lower, scraping along her lower lips through the cotton fabric, circling her entrance before pulling back. Padme gripped his thigh sharply in warning, a silent plea for him to just get on with it. Make her come like he had promised. A laugh rumbled through him and he kissed her forehead, before flicking her panties aside and sliding a finger along her sex. She was slick with need already, she could feel herself coating his finger in her desire as he traced her opening and he made a soft growl in the back of his throat.

"Fuck," his curse was muffled in her hair.

His finger finally brushed against her throbbing clit. The contact made Padme squeeze her legs together, trapping his hand there, forcing him to keep rubbing her softly. Her toes curled in pleasure at the feel of his rubbing her sensitive bud, and she bit down hard on her lip to keep from making a sound.

He continued his torture, circling her clit before dipping down into her entrance, teasing her with his long, calloused fingers. Her hips began to undulate into his touch of their own accord, and she dug her nails even harder into his thigh to keep from moving. As she did, she brushed up against his groin and felt him, hard, throbbing in his pants. Without thinking, Padme snuck her small hand into his pants and wrapped it around his aching erection. The action made Anakin's breath catch, and he momentarily paused his ministrations to close his eyes and control himself.

Payback.

And so they began their dance; him pinching and playing with her clit, her pumping his cock furiously with her fist. They shuffled lower in their seats, so they had better access without it being obvious. Padme was thankful it was night time and the lights had been turned off, she was sure her face was bright red from pleasure. As she neared her climax, she gripped Anakin's hand and forced him to maintain hard pressure on her clit, as she rocked her hips back and forth. Then, without warning, he thrust two long fingers inside her, reaching as far up as he could, and she came undone. Her hand stilled its movements as her core spasmed around his fingers, clamping down on him fiercely as she rode out the waves of her orgasm. A silent cry escaping her parted lips.

Anakin kissed her softly, swallowing any whimpers that she made, and he gently withdrew his fingers. He lifted his hand from under the blanket and up to his mouth, licking her essence off of them in such a sinfully delicious way that Padme couldn't even handle it. His eyes never left hers, and she was overcome with the need to pleasure him, to taste him, to make him feel as good as he had made her feel.

Feeling her strength returning, Padme continued to pump her fist along his erection, sweeping her thumb over the top of his sensitive head, before pinching it together with her fore finger and thumb. She continued this motion, down, up, pinch, down, up, pinch… until she felt him start to throb in her hand.

Anakin turned his head to shove his nose into her neck. "Angel…" he mumbled against her skin. "Padme, you need to stop… I'm gonna come if you don't… don't wanna – in my pants…"

She brought her other hand up to silence him with a finger… and winked at him mischievously. She'd already decided how she was going to deal with that particular problem. She looked around to make sure there were no stewards wandering down the aisles, all the while continuing her rhythm. When she was sure she wouldn't be seen, she quickly dived under the blanket and closed her mouth over the top of him. At her touch, Anakin's abdomen tensed and he exploded, his hand gripped her hair under the blanket and held her firmly in place, as he filled her mouth. Padme breathed deeply through her nose as she took all of him, swallowing all he gave her. She didn't release him until he began to grow limp, then slowly let him fall from her mouth and sat back up, tucking him neatly back into his pants.

The look he was giving her, in the dim lighting of the emergency lights along the floor, was complete infatuation, as though she was his entire world. He cupped her chin with his fingers and brought face up to his, kissing her sweetly, almost in thanks. She melted into him, feeling sated and satisfied and complete.

"Ani…" Padme muttered, a prelude to nothing, just enjoying the way his name felt as it left her lips.

"I love you," he breathed, before putting his arms around her and pulling her into his side. She snuggled against him, enjoying the feel of his hard, lean body against her smaller, softer one. He tucked her head under his chin and stroked her hair lovingly, and soon, Padme drifted back to sleep, safe and sound in Anakin's arms.