A/N: Once again, thank you for the reviews.

Here's another ADULT chapter!

Padmé read her speech once again, looking for any mistakes or sentences that needed rephrasing. It was her first intervention as the opposition since the war started and she wanted to make sure every word that came out of her mouth mattered. So engrossed she was that she didn't notice the presence in her office.

"Did you go home with him?" a deep voice asked.

Padmé looked up, startled to see Anakin standing at the door.

"What are you doing here?"

"Answer the question," he pressed, the twin doors shutting closed behind him.

Padmé didn't like his attitude one bit.

"What do you think you're doing here?" she asked.

"What's going on between you and that guy?" he shot back.

"Well, this is a charming conversation. Why don't you sit down?" she offered mockingly, leaning back on her chair. Anakin immediately rejected the offer in his mind. If he came any closer to her he wouldn't be able to control himself.

"Did you go home with him?" he insisted, moving to the sitting area close to the door, his boot tapping the center table.

"Please don't touch my furniture," Padmé said seriously.

"Just tell me, Padmé."

"No, I did not go home with him," she relented. She didn't miss Anakin's triumphant smirk. For a second, she hated him. "Are you proud of yourself now?"

"I wouldn't say 'proud', but I certainly feel better," he admitted with a broad smile.

Padmé stood regally and slowly moved closer to him. With every step she took he felt his determination deflating. She was so much smaller than him, but she could intimidate him like nobody else.

"Do you think you have some sort of claim over me, Anakin?" she asked calmly. Perhaps too calm. She definitely had something up her sleeve.

"No…" he said, hating how weak he sounded. Now she stood in front of him. He could smell her perfume and wanted nothing more than to pull her into his arms and kiss her. But he wouldn't. But she was so damn close now… She smiled.

Oh, no.

"You sound very sure of yourself," she teased. Anakin looked away. "You know, I hate jealousy scenes… but still, something about them is very…" she trailed off, knowing she had him hooked on her every word.

"Very what?" he asked, unable to tear his eyes off her lips, which she wet with her tongue just to spite him. One of her hands came to rest on his chest and he swallowed hard.

"Exciting…" she whispered.

Their eyes held each other for long seconds.

Before he could react, before he even knew what was happening, before he could process the fact that they were in her office and very close to the door, Padmé clasped the back of his neck and pulled him down for a feverish kiss. Anakin groaned down her throat and swept his tongue over hers, his hands wrapping themselves around her and clasping her behind.

Padmé moaned into his mouth and reached between them to cup the growing bulge in his pants. Something snapped in Anakin and he sat her on the center table of the sitting area, his lips glued to hers as his hands delved under her heavy skirts. The soft skin of her thighs made him shiver and he smiled when he brushed his fingers against her damp underwear.

In desperate need for air she turned her head to his neck and bit the skin under his collar, her hands struggling to reach the skin hidden under his robes. Anakin winced and quickly removed her underwear. He wanted to be inside of her more than anything, but the idea of doing this in her office sent his imagination flying. He pulled her away from his neck and lifted her long skirt, burying his head underneath it.

Padmé closed her eyes at the first brush of his tongue against her mound. Long licks up and down her slit saw her chest heaving and her eyes rolling back into her head. He wasn't being gentle but he wasn't devouring her either, taking his time to drive her crazy with desire.

When his lips closed around her clit she gasped and her hands grasped the edge of the table. When his tongue began to lap at the sensitive nub she groaned low in her throat and had to lie down, her hands coming up to cover her face. He moved in tiny circles over the hard button, her gasps turning into soft cries of his name. When he suckled on it she couldn't hold back.

"Gods, Anakin!" she cried out. His hand came up to cover her mouth, only exciting her more as her hips began to thrust against him, feeding his hunger for her. Anakin slid his tongue into her wet tunnel and she groaned against his palm, her hands clasping his head against her.

Letting his instincts and her responses guide him, he returned to her nub and used the tip of his tongue to stimulate it, her hot pants damping his palm over her open mouth. His metallic hand moved up her thigh slowly, killing her with the expectation. His fingers parted her folds and massaged her walls with reverence, promising a glorious outcome to his merciless onslaught.

Mumbled words against his hand continued as his tongue flattened against her clitoris, extracting a desperate moan from her. Knowing she was close – and eager to get his own pleasure – Anakin closed his lips around it and suckled while his fingers circled her walls. Padmé's hips snapped off the table and convulsed against him, her thighs clasping his head tightly. His hand barely covered her scream and he had to keep himself from biting down when she clenched her fists on his hair until it hurt.

Dazed, Padmé released him and tried to recover on the table, her chest rising and falling heavily. Anakin came out from under her skirt with a hero's look in his eyes.

"You could've had that and a lot more if you'd invited me to come over last night," he said smugly, kneeling between her legs so he could look down at her. "But no, you were too busy talking to the party planner… I thought you were smarter than that, Milady," he teased, knowing his words would provoke her.

Padmé met his eyes. He thought he had her, but she could always one-up him. Her legs wrapped around his chest and pulled him over her. With his face hovering over hers, she whispered:

"Why don't you shut up and fuck me, Skywalker?"

Her words had the desired effect, for in seconds he was kissing her with a vengeance while his hands undid his utility belt. A tortured growl emerged from him when he finally freed his erection from its confinement and he gasped when her hand closed around it.

Anakin positioned himself at her entrance and closed his eyes when he finally entered her. Padmé cried out and pressed her mouth against his shoulder, trying to muffle the sound. It felt so good to be with him again after so long that she didn't care that they were in her office in the middle of the day. Her legs locked around his waist in a hard grip, pushing him as deep as he could go and they started moving against each other.

Anakin tried to concentrate on not hurting her. She just felt so incredible, so tight and wet, just for him. He searched her eyes to distract himself from the temptation to lose control but it got worse. The wanton look in her eyes only hardened him more and he groaned almost hopelessly. His teeth bit her shoulder in agony and he tried to keep a steady rhythm. But she wasn't afraid of losing control.

"Harder…" she whispered.

Anakin growled and picked up the pace, plunging into her with abandon. Padmé threw her head back and lifted her hips to meet his, joining the mad dance. He supported himself on one arm while the other surrounded her waist, lifting her and angling her pelvis for better penetration. He hammered his way into her over and over, the frantic movements of their lower bodies holding her prisoner of his addicting torture. His eyes landed on her jiggling breasts hiding under that heavy bodice and he wanted nothing more than to savor them but he couldn't bring himself to do anything but disappearing into her flesh.

His thrusts came fast and hard eventually moving their bodies over the table. By the time he bit her neck and suckled on her skin Padmé's head was hanging over the edge. Before he could push her any farther she rolled him over and straddled his lap, riding him at a demanding gallop. Anakin took this opportunity to open the bodice of her gown, her glorious breasts finally revealed to him. Padmé caught him staring at her chest and smiled knowingly, one of her fingers grazing a hard nipple to entice him.

He sat up with a snarl and lowered his head to her breast, his tongue lashing out to brush her nipple in hard strokes. Padmé leaned back with a grunt and Anakin held her in his strong arms, closing them around her and moving her over his pelvis. Up and down she moved, over and over again, her movements becoming tighter with every stroke. Her contractions around his shaft were too much to handle and he pulled back, searching her lips for a kiss. She denied him and pushed him flat over the table, riding him harder, desperate to find release and to feel him shatter beneath her.

Anakin clasped her hips and pressed her closer to his, thrusting up and meeting her every move. She began to shake around him and he knew she was close. With a naughty smile, he quickly grabbed her by the waist and rolled her over to the floor. They fell with a heavy thud and they couldn't care less. He hooked her legs under his arms and hammered into her, her shocked gasp at the change of position delighting him.

"Gods, yes!" she cried out. "Oh… ungh, Anakin… Oh!" He pressed his mouth against hers, getting the kiss she had denied him earlier, and circled his hips. She screamed into his mouth as her muscles closed around his shaft, her body convulsing under his. He continued thrusting into her, her climax encouraging him to keep her in that state of euphoria. When her sharp nails dug into his hard buttocks he growled into her neck and filled her with his seed. She convulsed again, her walls milking him of everything he had. Anakin met her eyes in shock and lay motionless on top of her as she continued squeezing him.

Finally she came down and exhaled heavily, her hands wiping her forehead. Anakin could barely sustain his weight on his elbows as his face hovered over hers.

"I can't move…" he panted. "But I don't wanna leave you," he continued.

"You know you can visit me any time," she replied with a smile, her finger curling around his Padawan braid.

"I mean now. I don't wanna leave you," he specified, rolling his hips in case she didn't get the message. Padmé laughed softly and pulled him down, wrapping her arms around him.

"I wouldn't want you to," she said. "But… I'm afraid we'll have to wait until next time," she sighed. Anakin groaned against her neck, displeased. "I wouldn't complain if I were you. I'm giving you an 'open.'" Anakin chuckled and Padmé smiled.

"Is that right?" he asked, lifting his face to look at her. She nodded 'yes.' "Does that mean you like me, Senator?"

"Something like that," she exhaled, running the back of her hand down his cheek. Anakin smiled and looked at her for a moment.

"What are we doing?" he finally asked. Padmé considered her answer for a moment, then lifted her head to give him a quick kiss.

"We're having fun."