This chapter took me a long time to complete. I didn't want to rush things too much because I have every big even in this story already planned out so I felt now was the best time to have a slow chapter. On the plus side, things get a little... heated. And hope to have the next big event in the story within the next three chapters or so. I imagine the next chapter won't take nearly as long (real life pending).

Wish me luck!

-DFD

Chapter 5

Padme let out a loud pleasured moan as her climax hit for the third time that night. Anakin's fingers were pressed firmly against her hips as he continued to thrust up into her. Leaning forward, she pressed her hands to his chest, doing her best to bring him over the edge as well. His shaft pulsed almost desperately inside her, a sure sign he was close. Clenching her core around his shaft was all it took to make him groan as his seed flowed freely inside her. Padme sighed as she fell, her chest colliding with his as his arms came to wrap tightly around her waist, his hands sliding up her back. Anakin panted against her ear, whispering sweet nothings as he kissed her neck. She smiled and pushed back just enough to catch his mouth with hers in a sweet languid kiss.

She couldn't believe it. Glancing down between them at her left hand where her engagement ring was now proudly displayed, she was in a state of awe. She knew it was coming someday, but she hadn't expected it to happen now. She had thought he would wait another year or so, but she was glad he hadn't waited. Ever since last year, she had known she wanted to marry him again. Known without a shadow of a doubt that he was the one for her. Having him in her life makes her happier than she ever knew possible and she knew that whatever was ahead for her, she would want no other person by her side to face it with.

Anakin carefully lifted her hips, letting out a low groan as his soft cock was freed from her body's warm embrace. Sighing, she shifted so she wasn't laying directly on top of him. Shuffling to the side, she turned to lay on her side facing him, their legs still tangled and his arms still around her as he did the same. Her hands cupped his cheeks as he leaned in to kiss her again. She surrendered to him, letting him pull her as close as physically possible. "I love you," He mumbled against her lips, "So much."

Padme smiled and pushed on his chest lightly, "I love you too," She said, her finger tracing light invisible patterns on his pectoral. She was excited at the prospect of getting married. This time she was certain they would do it the right way. A nice wedding, with a reception and their friends and family in attendance. Her smile faded ever so slightly at the thought of her family. What would they think knowing she was marrying the same man who had broken her heart years ago? Sola would be fine with it, ever since they started dating her sister had taken the time to get to know him better and had even grown to like him. Her parents, on the other hand, still had bitter feelings about him and no matter how hard he tried to get them to like him, it didn't seem to have any effect.

She felt his hand rub circles on her back, "What is it?" He asked, noticing her downcast eyes.

"It's nothing…" She started, "I just… I wish my parents liked you better. That's all." She wasn't necessarily seeking their approval but the thought of her parents hating the man she loves was not ideal. She wants them to like him, she wants them to see the man he is now instead of judging him by the man he was. Padme raised her eyes to look at him. He had a small smile on his face that told her he knew something she didn't. "What?" She asked and was gifted a chaste kiss before he answered.

"When I decided to ask you to marry me, I wanted to do it right." He started, "That weekend when I went to see Rex… I didn't go see him. In fact, he's still not back yet." Her brow furrowed as he explained, growing slightly worried where he was going with this. "I went to your parent's place instead."

Padme's eyes widened, "You did what?"

"I went to your parent's to ask them for their blessing." He explained. Of all the things she expected Anakin would do, that was not one of them. Every time a meeting with her parents had gone awry, he had a tendency to shrug it off and tell her that their opinion of him didn't matter in the grand scheme of things. And that all that mattered was what she thought of him. But knowing that he had gone through the trouble to ask her parents only made her love him more.

"What did they say?" She asked, already having a feeling how that conversation had gone.

Anakin smiled at rested his forehead against hers, "What do you think?" Her smile returned, brighter than ever. They had said yes."Though your dad did threaten to castrate me if I screwed it up this time," He added with a shrug. Padme shook her head. Apparently it would still take some more time for them to fully accept him, but the fact that they had agreed was certainly a step in the right direction.

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They should have known their colleagues would do something to celebrate their engagement. They should have known if there was one day to be late, it should have been this day. And yet like fools they walked into the hospital hand in hand as if it were any other day only to be ambushed in the attendings lounge by a banner that read "Congratulations!" along with cake, hugs and pats on the back from hospital staff they didn't even know very well.

Anakin thanked everyone he passed as they congratulated him and in the mass of people, he noticed Padme had thankfully been dragged off by Satine and Bail who kept most of the unnecessary congratulations off her. Anakin repressed an annoyed groan as one of the plastics attendings pestered him about dates and details for the wedding they hadn't even planned yet. "I don't know yet," Anakin said, "We're working on it. Excuse me." He pushed past the man only to be bombarded by another doctor. Glancing over to where Padme was, he wished for anything to get him out of these meaningless conversations.

Anakin jumped as another doctor patted him on the back. "If you'll excuse us," The new doctor said, "Skywalker and I have much to talk about." Anakin turned and saw that this new doctor was in Doctor Onaconda Farr, Padme's superior and the head of neurosurgery at the hospital. Farr directed them away from the group of doctors and smiled at him. "It's about time you two decided to tie the knot," He started, "Have you put any thought into the wedding yet?"

Anakin shrugged, "We haven't talked about it yet, but I was thinking her family's lake house. It's where we were married before and there are a lot of pleasant memories there for both of us."

"She's told me about that house a few times. It's her favorite place in the world," Farr said with a smile. "Safe to assume I'm invited?"

"You're like family to her, I'm sure of it."

Farr nodded his head and glanced down at the tablet in his hands, "I got a real treat for her this morning, guess it's my engagement gift to her," He said, holding up the tablet, "Malignant glioma."

"Her favorite," Anakin said with a light laugh. "I'm sure she'll like them more than all of this," He gestured to the rest of the room pointing out the mass of people and the banner in particular.

"Wasn't my idea," He said, holding his hands up, "I think it was one of the nurses actually."

Anakin sighed, "I wonder which one," He said sarcastically, already certain Dorme had some role to play in this mess.

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In the scan room, Padme had all the latest scans of the malignant glioma side by side with yesterday's scans. The tumor had not changed much, but it was clearly growing even over the short span of time between the scans. Removing it would clearly be an invasive surgery, but it was not quite at the point where it would be too risky. On the tablet with the patient's chart, Padme was typing small notes about the surgery and how she would approach it. She was glad Farr had given the surgery to her. It was certainly better than all the other things the staff had given her throughout the day. Most had opted for gift cards or flowers and while she accepted them simply to be polite, neither were particularly useful since most of the places they got cards for were either too far away or they didn't shop at.

She lifted her head and looked to the open door when she heard a knock on it. She smiled when she saw Anakin in the doorway, "Hey," She greeted.

"Hey," He returned as he walked over to the screens displaying the scans on the wall. "This that tumor Farr gave you?"

Padme smiled and walked over to stand beside him, "Yes."

"Looks like quite the challenge," He said, looking at each scan carefully.

She shrugged and folded her hands in front of her around the tablet, "Very true, but I think it can be done."

Anakin nodded and crossed his arms over his chest, "How's your day been?" He asked, clearly referring to the never-ending stream of congratulations.

"Probably the same as yours," She said. As much as she appreciated everyone being happy for her, she wasn't particularly interested in hearing it from every single person in the hospital. In her mind, getting engaged is something private. That despite where the proposal takes place, it is something meant only for the two lovers and subsequently close family and friends who matter enough that they are willing to tell. To hear well wishes from people outside that group, as nice as the gesture may seem, it was awkward to her.

Anakin laughed and shook his head, "Yeah, well, I don't have an interesting surgery like this to occupy my time today. I have three pacemakers and an angioplasty," He said with a sigh.

"If you were in neuro I'd offer to share," She said with a smile.

"Like that would ever happen," He scoffed, "Could you really see me working on brains every day?" He shook his head, "I'd rather do bowel resections for a year."

Padme gave a small shrug, "I could have Bail arrange that for you."

"Not necessary," He said, leaning down and pressing a kiss to her temple, "Besides, I'd rather leave the brain stuff to you. You're brilliant," He said with a smile.

Turning her head, she returned his smile, "No more than you," She countered knowing full well just how brilliant her fiancé is.

"Please, if you focused more on research than operating, you'd have awards and some neuro technique named after you in no time."

Padme looked away and directed her attention back to the scans. He meant well by what he had said, and he was right that if she focused more on research she could probably find something that could potentially find something useful to the field. But she never expected to win awards or have her name on something. That was reserved for someone more interested in the recognition than the actual healing of people and she had no interest in that. "How long do you have before your next surgery?" She asked.

"About an hour, why?"

"Based on what I'm seeing, this is going to be a long surgery," She said, pointing to the two scans that showed where the tumor was in relation to the motor cortex, "Want to get an early lunch?"

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His teeth sunk into her neck as his hands wrapped tightly around her body as his right hand gave a firm squeeze to her breast. Padme sighed, tilting her head to the side as her rear pushed back to meet his thrust. He wasn't sure how exactly they ended up in an on-call room instead of the cafeteria, but that didn't matter too much. Food was the last thing on his mind with her warm body pressed so firmly to his and the little sighs she gave sent waves of pleasure to his groin. Her hand reached back around his head, her fingers dug into his scalp as she tugged on his hair and pulled him back to her throat where he was more than happy to kiss and nip just like she liked.

Kneeling behind her, he slowly pulled his member free from her soaked folds. She let out a small whimper and her ass wiggled and shifted, trying to encourage him to put it back. Anakin smirked against her throat. His right hand stayed where it was on her breast, tweaking and pinching her erect nipple while his left dragged slowly down and came to rest on her belly. His hips shifted behind her just enough to slide his cock between her legs but not enter her. Instead, his member slowly glided along her wet folds, the lips suckling to him as he moved, coating him in her essence. Her hand gripped his wrist as his cock brushed against her clit, her hand flying to his wrist and squeezing it tightly.

"Anakin…"

He groaned at the sound of his name on her lips. Eager to make her say it again, his left hand abandoned its perch and slid the short distance to the bundle of nerves between her legs. Brushing against her clit did the trick and made her cry out loudly as he pushed her closer and closer to the edge.

Padme sighed as she leaned back into him, shifting her weight just enough to silently tell him to lay down. He smirked into her neck, his arms holding her tightly against his body as he shifted their position on the couch. Resting his head against the arm of the couch, he watched as she sat up, her legs spread to straddle him. Anakin smirked at the sight of her above him. The way her hair fell down her spine, the curve of her backside and the sight of his cock just barely brushing her entrance was one of the most beautifully erotic things he had ever seen and it was driving him mad with desire. His cock twitched against her, eager to pick up where they had left off. Her hand reached down and took hold of him, brushing the head against her folds. His hips lifted involuntarily, and he was certain if he could see her face she would be smirking.

"Oh, God," Anakin groaned as she lowered herself onto him. She was so tight. The feel of her walls hugging him sent a shiver down his spine as he churned his hips against her. Padme shifted her position over him, leaning back she rested her hands on his chest moments before she started to move, rocking up and down onto him at a hard and fast pace.

His hands found perches on her hips, helping her to bring them both closer to release. "Anakin…" She sighed as she moved, "You feel… You feel so, so good." One of her hands reached down between her legs, her fingers tracing along her soaked folds until she reached the base of his cock. Anakin sucked in a breath at the gentle touch and nearly choked as her fingers wrapped around his sack. His eyes rolled back as he let out a shaky breath. Padme massaged his sack lightly as her walls constricted around him tighter than ever. They were so close. His fingers dug into her hips as he pulled her down harder onto him. Her arms and legs started to shake the closer she got and the moment she came was met with a brutal thrust from his hips as her head fell back, and his name was cried out into the empty room.

Anakin continued to thrust up into her even after her release hit. His cock throbbed and his balls tightened as at last his release hit. His fingers squeezed her hips tight enough to leave bruises in their wake as he released himself into her. Padme let her body melt into his as they both came down from their high. Her head next to his, and his arms wrapped tightly around her while their overly sensitive bodies relaxed was unlike anything else. Her head turned to him, giving him a small smile before she kissed him lightly.

"What're you thinking about?" She asked, bringing her hand up to trace his lips.

Anakin smiled, "You," He said simply, taking her other hand in his and twining their fingers together. "Five years from now," He started, "Where do you see us?" He asked.

Padme snuggled her head against his chest, listening to the loud thumping of his relaxing heart. They've talked about their future enough that he already knows what she is going to say but there are times when they like to act like they don't. It gives them a chance to relive those conversations again and they are almost like a promise of every good thing to come. He watches her face as she bites her lower lip before speaking. "Five years from now? We're living in one of those suburban homes on Meadow Road. We have a three-year-old and one more on the way…" She pauses to press a kiss to his chest, "We're happy and by some miracle between work and kids we still are able to find time to ourselves."

Anakin smiles and closes his eyes, imagining it. Whenever they talk about kids there is only one thing they disagree on how many. Padme insists on only having three while he is determined to have at least seven. She thinks he's crazy but he only ever shrugs and claims their legion of children is only an inevitability with how insatiable they both are. "Which house on Meadow?" He asked. Meadow Road is one of the closest residential areas to the hospital. Just outside the city limits and yet still close enough that they can get to work in fifteen minutes if they had to. It had one of the best public high schools just a few blocks over and the street was filled with other young families.

"The one with the garden," She said. They weren't actively looking to move just yet but they had passed an open house on that street once and just for fun they decided to have a look. The house they looked through wasn't anything spectacular but when they looked out the window of the master bedroom, Padme practically fell in love with the neighbor's garden. Rose bushes, ivy arches and a stone path leading to a white gazebo; even he couldn't deny it was pretty. The outside of the house was also very nice with a two car garage, front and back porch and a balcony on the second floor. It was their dream home.

"Of course," He chuckled. There were times he thought it felt odd that he was dreaming of such a simple life for himself. For most of his life, he had dreamed of adventure, traveling the world and experiencing things no one else could. But most of those dreams seemed to have settled since his discharge. He had seen other parts of the world, parts he hoped no one else would, and the things he had seen and experienced… they aren't things he likes to think about. What he wants in life now is so simple. A wife, kids, a home with good schools, a good job… that was enough for him. It is so simple, and yet he can't help but wonder how he can possibly content with such a settled life at twenty-six? Glancing down at Padme nestled against him, he knows the answer. He smiled and kissed the top of her head. He wasn't really settling. There was no greater adventure for him than the life he would build with her.

Anakin rested his head on the arm of the couch and closed his eyes. He was tired and more than happy to take a quick power nap while he had the time. He wasn't sure how much time had elapsed since they… got distracted but until either of them were needed moving wasn't something he had any intention of doing. The harsh beeping of a pager rang in the room and he groaned and banged his head against the couch. Padme leaned over him and reached for the pile of their clothes on the floor. She sifts through the pile and picks up both pagers.

"It's mine," She says with a sigh as she rolls over him and starts to get dressed. "You should probably get dressed too," She said, her eyes on him unabashed as she pulled up her pants.

He smirked and folded his hands behind his head. "Is that so?"

She paused a moment and he watched as her eyes took their time trailing over him, "On second thought, maybe a cold shower first," She said, raising her brow at his growing erection.

Anakin glanced down at himself and heaved a loud sigh. "Great," He muttered, reaching down and roughly picking up his discarded pants, the material snapping against the leg of the coffee table as he shook them out and stood up.

He felt her hands press against his shoulder blades and moments later her lips as she pressed a soft kiss to his spine. "Later," She promised before she turned and made her way for the door. Anakin shook his head as he pulled his shirt over his head and pulled on his jacket, stuffing his hands in the pockets and pulled it tight around his front to hide his obvious problem. She didn't even have to try to get a reaction out of him.