Warning! Contains graphic sexual content! 18 and over only please!

Chapter 30 - Dinner Plans

Anakin walks Ahsoka back to the temple, where she sleeps, and then sneaks his way back to my building. I'm ready for him when he comes back, with a bit of dinner set on the table, and a bottle of wine. He grins when he walks in, taking in the savoury smell.

"I missed you so much," he mutters as he wraps his arms around me. He takes a deep breath of my scent, and sighs.

"I missed you, too," I tell him, planting a gentle kiss on his cheek. He kisses me back, sweetly, and then pulls away. "You hungry," I ask.

"Always," he smirks. "But not for food."

I slap him on the shoulder, laughing. "Not this minute, Hun."

He tangles his fingers between mine and sighs. "We had a hard time on that one," he says, suddenly very serious. "We were ambushed. One of our clones was feeding the droid army information."

I squeeze his fingers with mine. "Did you at least find the mole?"

"Yeah," he says. "One of the higher ups."

I wince. "That doesn't sound pleasant."

"It wasn't. He tried to kill Cody and Rex, but they're fine."

"So, what about her?"

"Ahsoka," he clarifies.

"Yeah, how is she?"

"She's reckless. Too young to be a Padawan. But she has spirit. Not to mention talent."

I smile to myself. "Good."

"Why would master Yoda send such a young kid," he asks himself, stepping away from me to grab a glass of water.

I watch him as he drinks, back to me.

"She's so small, and fragile," he mutters. "So easy to break."

"Didn't seem that way to me," I say.

He turns to look at me. "What do you mean?"

"She's tough as nails. I bet that she's just as powerful as you were at her age."

He laughs. "I guess."

I smile, and wrap my arms around him. This time, he hugs me back, pulling me close to him. "I love you," he says.

"I know."

He traps my lips with his, pulling me into a deep, breathless kiss. I push into him, wanting to get closer, and bring my hands up to his neck. He presses into the small of my back, curving my body to fit comfortably against his. Our lips disconnect only for a second before he kisses me again. This one is more thirsty, hotter. He's like a starved man tasting food for the first time in many weeks. I let him take control, becoming like clay in his hands. He carefully shapes me, pushing me back against the couch and nipping at my neck and collarbone.

"I missed you so much," he mutters, sloppily kissing my neck.

I don't respond, the sensation of his lips and hands against my skin making it almost impossible to form coherent thoughts. What does escape from my lips is a short, gasping moan.

"You seem to be enjoying this," he smirks, sexily.

I nod, feeling the blush rush up to my cheeks, and with one simple swipe of his lips, my head reels back and I gasp again. I can feel the smirk in his lips as he grazes against the collar of my dress. He slips his arm under my knees, and the other around my back, and Suddenly, I'm in his arms, being carried. He kisses me, his mouth on mine again, As he carries me to my bedroom.

"Wait," I tell him, "the food-"

"Is anything on the burner," he asks.

"No-"

"Then it can wait."

He captures my lips again, gently placing my down on the bed. He then sits down behind me, helping me out of my senate gown, and placing gentle kisses down my back. I shiver at his touch, wanting to tangle my fingers in his hair, and pull his lips to mine, but I resist, leaning back into his embrace instead. His hands wrap around me, moving to my nipples. I gasp as he gently brushes them with his fingertips.

"Look how ready you are," he smirks, swinging around my body to capture a nipple in his mouth. I let out a loud moan, as pleasure surges through my body, making my lower parts ache.

He takes my noises as encouragement and slips my gown off all the way, leaving me in only my underwear.

"Perfect," he mutters, and leaves a trail of sloppy kisses down my stomach to the heat between my legs.

"Anakin, wait," I moan as he presses two fingers against the thin fabric of my underwear, "you're-"

He shifts the fabric away, and pushes one finger deep inside me, causing me to moan. He laughs, pulling that finger out and thrusting it in again, which sends shivers down my spine, and a throat groan out of my mouth.

All of a sudden, he pulls his finger out, and slips my panties down around my ankles, letting me kick them off. He places his palms on the underside of my thighs, spreading my legs wide. He leans his head down, and gently caresses my opening with his lips. I squeak, throwing my head back against the pillow. He kisses me again and again, and it's all I can do to muffle my moans, willing myself not to make too much noise. I feel like I'm okay, only for a few moments, before I feel his tongue swipe across my clit. It's so sudden, so unexpected, that I almost scream.

"Time to eat," he jokes. And I watch his tongue emerge and inch towards me.

My head reels back as I feel him slowly lick the length of my entrance, his hot tongue making me shiver.

"You taste sweet," he teases, swiping the tip of his tongue over my clit. I moan, unable to respond.

I hear him laugh, and feel his long finger slip into me, and then out, only to be thrust back in at a violent rate. His tongue works over my clit at a rate that makes my head spin. My legs begin to shake, as pleasure takes over my entire being.

"Anakin-" I force out before my orgasm takes over. My legs clench together, trapping his head so that my juices squirt all over him.

He coughs, and sits up, wiping his mouth. Wow," he smirks, "didn't think you'd do that."

"I'm sorry," I pant, reaching up for him. "I couldn't control myself."

"Neither can I," he laughs, trapping my tongue in his mouth. His fingers wander down to my nipples, and they work slowly, circling them and pinching them.

"Hey, no fair," I gasp as I pull away, pushing his cloak off of his shoulders.

He shrugs the rough fabric off, and I can see the full extent of his bare chest. He's got a few scars, from blasters and blades alike. They pepper his perfect skin, making my heart wrench. I trace my fingertips over each of them, wishing I could wash them away with my love.

"I'm fine," he mutters. "Nothing to worry about."

I lean forward, gently pressing my lips to the skin of his chest.

"Oh no, not a chance," he laughs, pushing me back against the sheets. "You're mine tonight. Not the other way around."

I gasp as he plunges his fingers into me again, and begins to stretch me.

"Please," I pant, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside of me.

"Of course," he says, and I feel him reach down to push his pants off. Not fast enough. I use my feet to help him kick them off, and then grab his length, guiding it to my heat. "Let me do that," he says, batting my hand away.

Slowly, gently, he slides into me, his manhood filling me completely. I whimper in pain, unable to contain all of him.

"Can I move," he asks.

I nod, and in an instant my entire upper body is pressed up against the mattress.

"Oh, Padmé. This is only the beginning."

oOo

A few hours later, we lie together, naked, under the sheets of my bed. I'm wrapped in his arms, my head resting gently on his bicep, his hand caressing my hip.

"You're so perfect," he mumbles, breathing in the scent of my hair.

"You're describing yourself," I say, gently kissing the skin of his chest.

"It was hard," Anakin mutters.

"What?"

"Being away from you."

I sigh, pulling him just a little closer.

"I thought about you, every day. Whenever I was afraid, I'd think of how I have to come home, to see you."

"I missed you, too." I nuzzle him closer to me, breathing in the dark scent of his musk and sweat. It calms me, and I feel comfortable.

He turns his chin down and plants a loving kiss on my forehead. "Forgot to ask you," Anakin smirks, "how is your trade deal with Cato Nemoidia coming?"

"Not well," I confess. "Ever since Mina left for the Confederacy of Independent Systems, I haven't had her guidance. I don't know what to do anymore."

"Maybe that's a sign," Anakin wonders.

"What do you mean?"

"I think it's a sign that you'll never reach an agreement with those scum."

"Have you lost hope in me completely?"

"Never," he laughs.

"Then why don't you think I can get an agreement with them," I ask, propping my head up on my own elbow.

"Those Nemoidians are untrustworthy. I think they're all in league with the Trade Federation."

"Now you're generalizing."

"Maybe," he says, "but judging by the way they've been dodging your calls and deny all your requests... I'm pretty sure."

I shrug. "I can't give up yet."

"Why not," he asks, annoyed.

"I have a duty to my people-"

"Yes, well," Anakin sits up now, looking down at me. "You also have a duty to me. And I don't want you to get hurt."

"Anakin," I soothe, "I'm fine. I'll be okay."

He shakes his head, and gets up, slipping into his cloak again. "It's late. I should get back."

"You don't want to sleep here?"

"Obi Wan will get suspicious if I keep doing this, especially with Ahsoka around."

I feel sort of empty as he turns to leave, like something is missing. I jump up, and run over to him before he leaves the room, wrapping my arms around him. I can feel the tension in his back through his clothes, and he's warmer than usual, heated by the fire of his rage.

"I love you," I tell him, causing his eyes to meet mine. "You do know that, right?"

"Of course," he says, his mouth still downturned into that ugly frown.

I lean forward onto my tiptoes, and place a gentle kiss on his lips. At first, he's still, letting me do what I need to. But then, something else rises in him, and he wraps his arms around me, capturing my tongue. He kisses me, hard, leaving me gasping for breath.

"I'll see you soon," he smirks as he leaves.

Much better.j