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Chapter 27 - A Perfect Day

You look perfect, M'Lady," C-3PO says, as I affix my veil to my head. Anakin may not be making a big deal of this, but it's my wedding day, and I'm not going to let it be rushed or boring. Today has to be perfect.

I wear the small, wooden carving on a chain around my neck. I remember when he gave it to me, ten years ago. He had been so hopeful, so naïve then. But now, he's become solemn, and wise. Or, as wise as an eighteen year-old boy can be.

I do a little twirl, letting the thin, crocheted fabric of the white dress flow in the wind. I feel special, and pretty. It's been a while, now. The last few days have been nothing but stressful.

I reach up to grab one of the flowers laid out on the top of my vanity. My fingers are almost touching the soft petals, when suddenly, a quick, twinge of pain rushes down my back.

"M'Lady," 3-PO says, "you could hurt yourself, that wound-"

"Too late, 3-PO," I tell him. "That was stupid." I lean forward, letting out a slow breath. "Ouch."

"Do you need any assistance," the droid asks.

"No, I'll be alright," I grunt. "Thanks."

I stand up, letting out a long, slow breath as I do.

"Are you ready," 3-PO asks.

"Yeah."

oOo

Anakin waits for me on the balcony where we first kissed. He doesn't look any different, besides the shiny new metal arm. His mouth drops open when he sees me, and I hear him gasp. I blush, looking down at my feet.

I stand in front of him, choosing not to look at him. A priest stands behind us, holding a thick religious Jedi text. It's from thousands of years ago, and hasn't been used much some the Jedi council banned marriage between Jedi.

Anakin takes my hand and smiles at me. "Are you ready," he asks.

I nod, and turn to look at the clergyman. He nods, and begins to read.

"Today, we make official the Union of two souls. Padmé Naberrie, and Anakin Skywalker. Their hearts shall forever be intertwined, inseparable by disease, financial loss or adversity, until they pass on into the next life. Today, they are united in sacred marriage.

Anakin Skywalker. Do you take this, Padmé Naberrie to be your lawfully wedded wife, in sickness and in health, in richness and poverty, and in separation and togetherness, until death do you part?"

"I've loved Padmé since the moment I saw her," Anakin replies. "She is the most wonderful, perfect, strong woman I've ever met. I do."

I blush, looking away again.

"And do you, Padmé Naberrie, take this, Anakin Skywalker, to be your lawfully wedded husband, in sickness and in health, in richness and poverty, and in separation and togetherness, until death do you part?"

"My love, I promise to never betray you, to never leave you, and to love you forever. Whatever the circumstance, I am yours, and yours only. I do."

The clergyman nods, and whispers a simple prayer, before leaving quietly. Anakin takes my hands in his own, and leans down to gently brush his lips against mine. I turn my face heavenward so that he can kiss me more, and so that I can feel the rough skin of his lips against mine. He kisses me once, and can't get enough. He kisses me again and again, over and over, slowly loving his hands from mine to rest on my hips. I place my hands flat against his chest, wanting to tangle the fabric of his shirt in my fingers, to bring him closer.

"Come on, R2," C-3PO says from the corner. The astromech beeps reluctantly, and follows the interpreter droid, leaving Anakin and I alone on the balcony.

"You have no idea how much I want you right now," Anakin almost moans into my lips.

"I think I have a pretty good idea."

He smirks, and kisses me again, harder this time. His lips work my own mouth open, and I feel his hot tongue slide into my mouth, teasing at mine. I melt under him, pressing myself even closer to him, gasping to get more of him.

"Mmm- Padmé," he moans, his fingertips digging into my soft skin.

"We should move," I whisper. "This isn't a good place for this."

He nods, and follows me like a lost puppy, watching me as I go. I lead him through the lake house to my room, where I stop, and capture his head with my hand, bringing his lips closer to mine. Our lips crash together as he pushes my door open. His fingers search my body, scrambling over my hips, my waist, my sides, and eventually, my breasts. He pulls me closer to him, and I can feel him through our clothes. He's excited, more than I am. I suppose it's because he's never done this before.

His lips leave mine, instead moving to my jawline. He nips and sucks at the skin there, and I hear myself crying out like I'm flinching. His fingers fumble up to the zipper of my dress, and, after undoing it, he slips his hands under my clothes. Electricity surges trough me every time he touches my skin. He kisses me, his mouth leaving my jawline and moving to my collarbone, attacking the sensitive skin there. I moan, quietly, and he digs his fingertips into my skin, before removing the top of my dress entirely.

I stand before him, with only a breast binding covering my nipples, and a half-removed gown around my waist.

"This doesn't seem very fair," I tell him, and move my hands to his shirt. He flinches, and almost turns away. "It's okay," I tell him. "We're allowed to do this."

He nods, and helps me undress him, the thin brown shirt he wears falling gently off of his shoulders. His body is... Perfect. I bite my lip as I gaze at it, and, without thinking, lick the perfectly soft skin of his pec.

"Isn't that my job?" He smirks, and pushes me back towards the bed. My heart races as I crash into the footboard, and collapse into the thick comforter on the bed. "Are you ready for me, love?" Anakin pounces on top of me, his lips searching for mine.

I scoot back, shocked by his sudden confidence, and narrowly escape him, until I have nowhere to go, and I'm pressed up against the headboard.

"You're mine now, M'Lady."

I shiver when his lips make contact with the skin on my breasts, hearing myself moan quietly. His thumbs slip under my dress, pulling the thin clothing down. Once he's pulled the waistband down far enough, he moves one hand to the space between my legs to feel me.

"Someone is a little hot for me," he teases, feeling my sex through my undergarments. I let out a quiet moan.

"Please, Anakin-" I beg, as he slides his hand under my panties. I shiver as his fingers slide over my entrance, soaked by my arousal.

He smirks, and brings his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean.

"Delicious."

I moan, loudly, as he moves down to lick my clit. His tongue flicks over the length of my entrance, and I feel my legs beginning to shudder as he strokes, up and down, and all around. I let out a gasp as his tongue begins to enter me, and pull his head up to my mouth.

"Not that way-" I tell him, trapping his lips with my own.

I tremble beneath him, and his hands move to my breast bindings, fumbling with the tiny clasp.

"You wouldn't believe how much I've wanted to do this with you," he says, as my bra comes loose and he pushes it away. He gazes down at my pink nipples, his mouth hanging open in awe.

"Anakin," I moan, as he takes his hand to squeeze my nipple.

"They're so perfect," he whispers, slipping one nipple into his mouth to tease it. Sparks surge through my body as he nibbles and teases it, and the heat between my legs grows.

He's still wearing his pants.

I move my hands to the buckle of his belt, and easily undo it.

"Wait," he says, grabbing my wrist with his mechanical arm. "Are you sure you want to go there?"

"Yes," I tell him. "That's what I need."

He braces himself, as I slip my hand into his pants. Waiting for me is his erection, hot and throbbing. I tease the tip of it with my finger, and he shivers.

"Padmé-" he moans, and I watch as his eyes grow darker. "I-"

I slip this pants all the way off, and then quickly remove my dress.

"Please, Anakin," I beg, "I need this."

He nods, and repositions himself on top of me. The head of his cock is angled perfectly to enter me, and I can feel his heat on my lips.

"I love you, Padmé," he moans, slowly pushing his length into me.

I hiss, my head throwing itself back as he fills me.

"You feel amazing," he grunts, as the last bit of his dick enters me.

I can't even form coherent words now, instead I just moan quietly.

"I'm going to move now, alright?"

I nod, wrapping my arms around his neck. "I want you to fuck me, Anakin Skywalker. Fuck me until I can't walk straight tomorrow."

He doesn't need any more encouragement. His hips slap into me, and I let out a cry so loud all of Naboo might hear. I'm expecting a comment from Anakin, but instead, I hear a grunt of pleasure. He's certainly having a good time.

I can feel every inch of him inside of me, as it moves in and out, in and out. I moan in rhythm with his thrusts in short, pleasureful shrieks.

"Padmé," he moans, his head flinging back as he prepares to cum. "I'm about to-"

Suddenly, he strikes something deep within me, and my pussy begins to clench around him. I let out a loud moan, almost a scream. It's more than he can take, and he has no time to pull out. I feel his hot juices fill me, and my eyes roll back in my head.

"Yes, yes, yes," I moan, as the liquid fills every inch of my lady parts.

He collapses with a sigh on top of me, not bothering to pull out. He's still stiff, but that's nothing I can't solve.

I flip him onto his back, and his dick pulls out of me. I feel a strange emptiness as soon as it does, and my pussy tries to contain his seed.

"Mm, look at you, dear. No signs of stopping," I say, grasping a hold of his dick. "Let me help you."

My mouth closes around his head, and he lets out another moan, this one quieter than before. I can feel him throbbing on my tongue.

His hand tangles into my hair, and pushes my head further onto his length, taking the whole thing in my mouth. The sheer amount of manhood is enough to choke me, but I do my best to pleasure him. Saliva drips down the sides of his cock, and into his crotch.

He lets out one final moan, and my mouth fills with his seed, salty and delicious. I swallow it all in one gulp.

"You taste amazing," I tell him. He watches me, star struck, as his erections softens, and I move to lay with him.

"I love you so much, Padmé Skywalker."

I nuzzle him, and we fall asleep like that, bodies entwined in a peaceful embrace.

oOo

I awake to the sound of a comlink beeping, and so does Anakin. I look over at the clock. 2:37. Who could possibly need to contact us at this hour?

Anakin presses the display button, and I hide under the covers.

"Master Obi Wan," he exclaims, "what's the problem?"

"You and the senator are needed back on Coruscant. It looks like we're at war."

There's a few moments of silence before he replies. "We'll be there as soon as we can." I hear him disconnect his call, and turn to me.

"Looks like we'll be cutting the honeymoon short."