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Chapter 34 - Daughter
2 years later
The day breaks slowly that morning. Light creeps in through the slats on my window, coaxing my eyes open. Anakin must have gotten up during the night, since he isn't next to me. I wipe my eyes and get up, throwing on my favourite shawl and heading out to find him. He stands in the living room, his eyes gazing out distractedly, watching the ducks swim in the lake. He rests his chin on his hand, as if to seem pensive, but his eyes are glazed over, and he's most likely just zoned out.
"Anakin," I ask, quietly. The lake house is empty except for us, but it feels wrong to call out to him. He snaps out of his trance, and looks over at me. There are tears in his eyes, and his mouth is twisted into a sickly frown. His shoulders tremble as he looks at me, and his left hand wipes away his tears.
I move over to him, wrapping him in my arms and allowing him to cry, and he sobs, angrily.
"I know you blame yourself for what happened," I tell him, "but it's not your fault."
His fingers tangle up into the fabric of my nightgown as he pulls me closer. My heart fills with a certain sadness as I watch the man in front of me slowly crumble to pieces.
"I couldn't save her," he whispers, "I couldn't protect her."
"It's not your fault."
"It was my job to protect her. She was my student. My daughter."
I feel heat rush to my eyes as the tears begin to fill them, and I want to cry, too. But I must stay strong for my husband. "She made her choice," I croak, "she'll be alright."
He sniffs, squeezing me one last time before pulling away and moving to the kitchen. "I'll be alright, just gonna get a drink."
I nod, watching him go. How can I comfort him in this time of stress and regret?
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I wait for him in the bedroom, the shawl I had been wearing now cast to the side, allowing my body to be seen clearly. He enters, and when he sees my state of undress, he turns away, giving me my privacy.
"It's alright," I tell him, "my body already belongs to you."
He shakes his head. "Put your shawl back on. I can't do this," he pleads, "not tonight."
"You don't have to do anything you don't want to do."
Anakin walks over to me, slowly, his eyes half-lidded, his eyebrows twisted into a tortured expression. The blue of his eyes reflects in the slats of the window, the lights of the night making them shine. He touches me, very gently, on the arm, and I hear his breath, strained and choppy, almost like sobbing.
"Padmé," he whispers, "I can't... I miss her."
"Let me help you forget," I plead, gently caressing his face. My fingers pass over the sharp stubble of his chin, my thumb making its way up to his mouth and stroking his bottom lip. It trembles under my hand, afraid and yet invigorated by my warmth.
"Don't torture me like this, Padmé," he begs. He digs his fingers into my skin, unconsciously bringing me close to him. I'm looking directly into his eyes now, those beautiful blue orbs capturing me in his gaze. "I know I can't hold back."
"Then don't hold back. Nobody will find out." He looks away, ashamed of himself. "Ani, I let me help you."
His eyes flash up to mine, just for a moment, and I see the passion, the longing in his eyes, before they shut, and he moves his mouth to meet mine.
His lips are like hot fire, sending burning shocks through me, filling me with excitement and dread. My fingers curl up into his short hair, and he squeezes my waist, holding me tight. He kisses me again and again, like he needs me to breathe. All the while tears well up in his eyes and drip down his face. I stop him, wiping the tears away, and kiss his eyelids, whispering that it's alright, that I'm here, and that I love him. He loses control again, this time attacking my neck, biting and sucking on my skin. He kisses and bites, his teeth and his soft lips trailing all over my neck and collarbone, inbetween sobs. I make a noise I've never made before, like I'm in pain, when really, my skin is singing with pleasure. He stops, although it must be very hard.
"Am I hurting you," he asks, worry in his eyes.
"No, I'm fine," I tell him, pulling him down to kiss me again. He bites on my lower lip, and kisses my cheeks and neck again, eventually moving back to my collarbone. He kisses all along my neckline, his lips dancing across my skin. I find it hard to breathe, and I gasp for air, as he quickly moves his fingers to the back of my nightgown, and he slips his fingers underneath.
"Wait," I say, sitting up to remove the gown myself. He watches in silence, taking in my body as the thin garment falls. All that is between him and me now is his clothing, and my undergarments. But soon his clothing is out of the way as well.
He kisses me, hard, on the chest, while his hands work around my body, one hand to my breast, the other to a special place between my legs. He fumbles for a moment, but then finds what he's looking for. I let out a loud moan as he gently caresses that spot, circling it with his fingers.
"I love you, Padmé," he tells me, kissing my mouth again.
He keeps touching that spot, and I find it hard to contain myself, feeling the blood rush to my cheeks and flare up in my face. It's like heaven, his fingers working magic. Then suddenly, he slips his hand under my undergarments, and the feeling is amplified as he slides his finger into me. I moan, even louder this time, as he gently moves his fingers, in and out, in and out.
He kisses my chest again, placing his hot lips on my nipple, and gently sucking and biting on the sensitive parts. I gasp each time his teeth brush my nipple, and he notices, deliberately gnawing on my nipple to amplify my pleasure.
"Please," he murmurs, hoping for my answer to be yes.
"It's alright," I tell him, "just don't do it inside."
With those words, he grins, and slips his undergarment off. What waits for me under that is his length, huge, and fully erect. He repositions himself, so that he is on top of me, and angles the head of his member so that it is just on the lips of my entrance.
"Are you sure this is okay," he asks me one last time.
I don't say anything, I just pull him by his neck so that he kisses me again, and his body kickstarts the rest.
He shoves his fat length into me, and I'm overcome with a wave of pleasure, and pain at the same time. I moan halfway into the kiss, and I'm pulled away by my own body, my head thrown back against the pillow.
He pulls back and thrusts again, and I feel the head of his cock hit my cherry, sending shivers down my spine. He pulls out again, and thrusts again, picking up speed now. I wrap my arms around his neck, my eyes glued shut. He must be watching my face now, basking in the delightful expressions I must be making as I ravages my body.
With every passing moment, he moves faster, our breaths getting quicker and quicker, and our minds escaping farther away.
"Padmé," he calls out.
"Anakin," I almost scream.
My body is thrust into a vortex of penultimate pleasure, my nerves singing, my feet arching and flexing, and my walls squeezing and releasing on his dick. He keeps moving, his member only blasting harder and harder into my cherry until finally, it pops, and he pulls out one final time to let his cum spray all over me. It lands, hot and sticky on my stomach and breasts, as hot blood leaks from my entrance.
"I'm sorry," he says, "for hurting you like that."
"I love you so much, Anakin Skywalker, so much." I pull his head down so that his lips make contact with mine again, and we fall asleep, his arms wrapped around me, my legs entwined with his.
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When I wake, he is gone. I'm tucked in comfortably, he must have been very careful when he left. I shiver now, realizing that he's gone. I hope he's doing okay.
I throw on a gown, and walk out into the parlor, where I find Anakin, meditating. His eyelashes flutter, and his stance is rigid, too perfect.
"Anakin," I call, breaking him out of his meditative peace. "Anakin I want you to ask me for help."
He shakes his head. "I'm heading out tomorrow. The council needs me for some special mission." He sighs. "I'm sorry the trip had to be cut short."
He stands up, his long hair bouncing as he gets to his feet.
"Anakin, wait," I ask, taking his wrist. "Don't go for too long."
He shakes his head. "I can't stay away from you, never."
I kiss him, gently, and he caresses my hair.
"Wait for me," he asks, his hand resting on my cheek.
"I'll always be," I tell him, nuzzling close. "I love you."