Out of a Dream
Anakin found himself in his old bed, in his old room on Naboo, in their old room. Anakin reached out with the Force, and he opened his eyes, feeling the familiar comforting presence of his wife. He looked down at the hair splayed across his chest, at the hand wrapped around his waist and he felt her eyes flutter open. He looked into them and tilted her chin up, as his lips met hers. Force, how he loved her, he thought as the passions rose between them, it was as if nothing had changed. As their lips parted he whispered into her ear, "Has a man ever been so blessed?"
She quickly sat on top of him and looked down at him, desire, love, trust, and lust in her gaze. He couldn't believe she could trust him after all that had transpired between them. She touched his naked chest, tweaking his nipples as a wave a pleasure shot through him. He wasn't a young man even though he had the appearance of one, all he knew was that he loved her and it had been so long since they had joined together in the most basic act between a man and a woman. Anakin reached up and lowered her nightgown exposing youthful breasts to his hungry eyes as his human hand grazed first one and then the other, she moaned in pleasure and Anakin smiled,
"Is there anyone else in the galaxy that can make you feel this way, Padme?" he asked, as he always had, his voice low and raw with need as he settled himself into a sitting position, bouncing her as he did so. He felt the familiar feeling of desperation settle upon him as he raised his lips to one nipple, darting his tongue around the small bud he found there as he teased and tormented it, earning small, mewing sounds from his wife.
Padme, unable to keep her head up allowed it to be thrown back as she was in the throes of passion, feeling his tongue teach her nubile breasts, she moaned, reaching out and grasping his hair, she pulled it closer to her body still. She couldn't get enough of her Jedi husband. Soon, his tongue traced a line down underneath her breast, and she reached around and freed his package from its restraints, inches and a few garments from her own body, she rubbed against him, knowing the power she held over the most powerful man in the galaxy.
"Padme," Anakin gasped as she rubbed against him, time and time again. "You will surely be the death of me." Anakin used the Force to tear her panties off and reaching behind her, he grabbed her body lowering her to a position where he could enter her, he knew as long as it had been, he wouldn't last long, it felt so good to be inside her to be with her again, he thought as he thrust into her, feeling a peace settle over him as she matched him, pushing back up against him, as he thrust out and back in, taking her deeper each time until not minutes later they both cried out and Anakin pulled her to him as she sank against his chest, wearily. They stayed like that joined, as their breathing evened out.
Anakin kissed the top of her head as she moved, making herself more comfortable as he readjusted his clothing. He held her to him, marveling at the fact that she was alive, and that she was his. "I'm sorry," Anakin whispered, when he could find his voice. He used the Force to cover her, before he reached for her hand and he stood, leading her to the Fresher. There were many things he had missed about his marriage but being this close to her was probably way up on the list. "I'm sorry," he repeated. "For a great many things. That it was so short," he told her, "but mostly because I messed up so many things. I should have left the Order, or at least admitted that we were married and expecting," he said as he drew her a bath, manipulating the temperature as she stood there, looking down at him on his knees. Anakin grinned wickedly as he grabbed her hips, holding them in front of him.
Padme marveled at her husband's moods, one moment he was apologizing and the next his tongue was moving between her creamy thighs, lifting her up with the Force as he spread her lips, before bringing her down to the tile on the hard floor. He moved back, looking down at her. "You are so beautiful," he whispered, seemingly choked. "I can't believe I gave all this up, I must have been mad to do so." He reached his hand between her thighs and touched her intimately, before his mouth followed the same path. She felt the wet tip of his tongue enter her as he used it in ways in which she had no words for, only feelings, as an orgasm wracked through her leaving her needy, and yet feeling peaceful. "I'm going to make it up to you, even if I have to spend the rest of my life bringing you pleasure."
"Oh Anakin, how I love you," she said as he scooped her up and placed her in the bathtub. He searched for a towel and washcloth and brought them with him, as he smiled.
"I love you, Padme. You are my reason for being, for living, for breathing; I would do anything for you Padme."
"Just be yourself," she replied bringing her lips to his as he washed her back. She moaned, in relaxation, in joy at the feel of him as he washed her body cleaning her, as she grabbed his hands. "Anakin, my love," she looked into his blue eyes. "I feel like I'm dreaming, being here in your arms, it feels too good to be true."
"I'm real," he said, trailing kissing over her neck, "I'm only too flawed, too real, flesh and blood. I'm no saint, not even close. I'm not the hero the holonews made me out to be. I am only too flawed," he said as he brought the washcloth up to her breasts and inhaled her scent. "You smell good enough to eat," he whispered.
"You've already done that," she replied earning a chuckle from him.
"So I have, my love." He nuzzled his face in his neck as he took off his own clothes joining her in the bath. "You make me want to reach for the stars, Padme, as if my time as Vader was only a distant dream," he replied settling himself into the water. She smiled deliciously as she crept toward him her face grazing his thigh as she sprang into action, taking his life-giving member in her mouth, she sucked running her tongue over the tip, as she listened for his groan of pleasure. She ran her tongue in different patterns alternating between the tip and the shaft, as she felt him get harder within her mouth. She heard his breathing hitch as she closed her eyes, enjoying the taste and texture of her husband, as she reached out with her hand and cupped her balls, feeling the warm water on them as they tightened, she sucked harder making her cheeks indent.
"For Force sake, Padme. Oh, SITH," she heard him scream as she felt him spill forth within her, she swallowed at the salty seed that had given her her children, and when she opened her eyes, she licked the bit that had spewed on her mouth, swallowing the tangy liquid with relish. She felt his hand in her hair and saw the glazed look in her eyes. He was on cloud nine, and so was she. She wished they could spend all day in bed, but sooner or later they would have to come out, but they had always used all the time together to express how they loved. Anakin touched her face and a feeling of tenderness spread through her more powerful than the lust she felt for her husband.
"I will never leave you, Anakin," she told him as she kissed him, wrapping her legs around him as she waited for him to recover, she began kissing his neck, his check, tickling his nipples with her tongue. It was as if he were a drug for her that she could never get enough, that she could never have her feel of. Moments later, she felt him harder between her legs as he reached down between her and began rubbing her, a horse laughter feeling the air as he stuck his fingers in her and she heard and felt the wet noise accompanying them, as he worked his fingers in and out, reaching forward with his mechanical hand as he vibrated her clit.
"Oh, oh," she moaned, losing herself in the feeling of ecstasy, she had almost forgotten the special modifications Anakin had made to his mechanical hand, the different groves and pistons that attached to the fingers of his golden arm. Then his human hand moved to hold her hips as his fingers were replaced with a larger organ, and he grabbed her, standing up and placing her between him and the wall. He removed his other hand, holding her hips firmly as he pushed into her, coming out nearly all the way, only to join her again. In, out, in, out, each wave bringing her more and more pleasure, fueling her passions, in ways she couldn't remember feeling before. She met him breathe for breath, thrust for thrust, heartbeat for heartbeat, and they were one.
Hours' later, Anakin helped her dress into a black corset gown remincent of the gown she had worn when they first confessed their love.
"What time is it?" she asked Anakin
"About 1500 standard hours, give or take an hour or two," he told her, and she could hardly believe she had let the day get away from her. Anakin rose from the bed as naked as the day he was born as he helped her dress.
"This has always been one of my favorites," he told her, nuzzling her neck as he helped her with her stays, and laced up the corset. "Lift your legs," he told her, helping her into her gown. "You look beautiful," he told her. "I don't know if I'll be able to keep my hands off of you during dinner," he told her. "But, alas, our younglings await." He found himself sifting through the garments here for some of his old Jedi garb that still fit to a tee. "I'll see if I can find your handmaidens, I can't always be here to help you dress," he told her. Once he was dressed, he returned to the room and fastened on his belt, clipping his lightsaber to it. Then, he began lacing his boots that needed a good polish. It was all he had, and he would rather look like a Jedi than a Sith. Anakin and Padme held hands as they entered the dining room, and Anakin saw that Luke's face was beat-red. Anakin shot him a questioning look, as he looked over their guests. Ahsoka and Rex were there, Han and Chewie, Artoo and Three-pio, but where was Leia. Three-pio was serving dinner, not that Anakin cared what it was. Even Lando was there. Lando was extremely nervous in his presence even though he clearly noticed the satisfied look, he could feel it. But there was something wrong. "Where is my daughter?" Anakin asked, gripping Padme's hand.
"I was going to tell you earlier, Dad, but I didn't want to interrupt," Luke began. "Leia's been missing for a few days. We were waiting on your brilliant plan. She's not on Naboo, we've already looked," Luke began.
"Why wait on me? Didn't you devise a plan to save Han from Jabba the Hutt?" Anakin asked him, angry that instead of looking for her, they had waited on him. "And didn't you devise a plan to save them on Cloud City? And destroy the Death Star on Yavin? And detroy the Emperor on Endor?" Anakin asked his son, firing the questions rapidly one after the other.
"Yes, Dad, but …you are a cunning warrior."
"It matters not," Anakin said. He knew what he had to do. He smiled at his wife. "Padme, continue without me, there are some contacts I need to make," Anakin replied, standing up and going to the room he had used as an office. He contacted Jix.
"Hey, Uncle D,"
"Cut the crap, nephew," he told him. "I have an important mission for you." Anakin waited until Jix became serious. "My daughter, Princess Leia Amidala Skywalker Organa of Alderaan is missing. I need her found. I doubt I need to explain the sereiousness of this matter to you, Jix?" Anakin asked, monitoring the secure channel. He couldn't afford any interference. It wasn't a well-known fact but Jix was in fact his nephew by marriage, he was the only son of Sola and Darred Naberrie, although he went by another name much like his wife.
Wrenga Jixron Naberrie although he preferred to be called Jix, all but he and Jix's parents were ignorant of the relationship. He would tell Luke and Leia when he returned. It was why he had spared Jix when he had failed to obey his orders which had come from the Emperor to exterminate the Falleen, and had only court-martialed him, seeing to his escape. He had had to keep their relationship secret of see him die, and Anakin even as Vader couldn't bare to see another piece of Padme die. When the mission was complete he would tell both Jix and his family the truth. "Will do," Jix replied. "And Uncle D, it's nice to see your face for one," he replied.
"Anakin Skywalker, I was Anakin Skywalker before I became Darth Vader, I apologise for taking so long to contact me."
"That's alright, Uncle D, I figured you would when you needed me," he replied cheekily. "You can count on me, I will find Leia," he said as he ended the transmission. Anakin swooped down in his chair, earning himself a rest, as he trusted Jix to find his daughter. Some time later he found himself being awakened by his son.
"Dad, Dad," Luke said, shaking him slightly. Anakin squinted against the bright light, and the aura of his presence.
"Five more minutes, Obi-Wan," Anakin mummered, not fully awake, "The war will still be there without us."
"Dad, it's me, Luke," he heard the soft voice. Anakin rubbed his face, as he squinted as his son.
"Luke…." He whispered, "What time is it?"
Luke looked around for a chrono, "A little after 1900," he replied.
"Where's your mother?" Anakin asked.
"Sleeping, and I understand why. She just broke free of Palpatine, don't you think you should take it easy on her?" he asked, and Anakin narrowed his eyes, he couldn't be talking about what Anakin thought he was talking about, could he? Anakin was about to protest and tell him he couldn't wouldn't hurt her, but he didn't have the right to say that because he had. Anakin's open mouth snapped closed.
"She's my wife," Anakin growled, instead.
"Be that as it may be, do you remember the talk we had about a force shields," Luke asked and Anakin nodded understanding coming into his eyes.
"I didn't….you didn't?" Anakin asked. Anakin noticed his son's blush. "I'm sorry, son. After the Jedi Order fell, I didn't have to shield as much," Anakin explained. How could he explain that he had just forgotten, it had been so long, but for Luke to have experienced through their force bond what Anakin had been feeling, he felt ashamed. He was just glad Leia hadn't been here, it was embarrassing, he couldn't believe he had forgotten to shield. "It had been a long time," Anakin explained sheepishly, "It was hard for me to shield properly before and now…it was impossiple, but since I'm aware of it, it won't happen again," Anakin apolgised.
"I never dreamed such love could exist, I mean I know what I feel through my bond with Leia," Luke admitted.
"For the smuggler?" Anakin asked, he would have to have another talk with the smuggler. "He's not good enough for her."
"That's what I thought, at first, but he's proven to be worthy," Luke said and Anakin grunted.
"Some day, Luke, when you least expect it, it's going to hit you. I knew the moment I met your mother that she was going to be my wife, a little ambitious considering how we met," Anakin said with a shrug. "Of course, it was ten years before I saw her again. Even with me sneaking out of the Temple, I didn't see her even though we were both on Coruscent," Anakin admitted. "I drove Master Obi-Wan nuts sneaking out of the Temple," Anakin admitted. "I was his responsibility, and I'm sure Obi-Wan regretted that Qui-Gon had had my tracking device disabled," he said, with a laugh, remembering how he had snuck out to the Undercity of Tattooine to podrace. "Master Obi-Wan and I had just returned from a dispute on Anison," Anakin smiled at the memory. "He fell into a nest of gundarks, and I had to jump in after him to save him," Anakin said.
"The Great and Mighty Darth Vader saves a Jedi," Luke laughed, holding up the headlines.
"I wasn't always Darth Vader, Obi-Wan and I were more than just padawan and master, we became friends during the war. We were there at the start of the Clone Wars, in a way you might say the Negotiator caused the Clone Wars, that was one of the most terrifying and wonderful days of my life."
"Wonderful?" Luke asked, wondering how the start of the war could be wonderful to a man who had once been a Jedi.
"It was the day your mother first admitted her feelings for me," Anakin replied, and Luke waited then frowned as he realized Anakin had told him all that he was going to tell him. "Well, it's past your bedtime, I suggest you get some sleep, young one," Anakin said, leading him to the room that was Luke's. Anakin hugged him, tightly. Luke was his son, his flesh and blood, proof that something wonderful had come from Anakin Skywalker.