Haven't written and NSFW chapter in a while so I may be a bit rusty but this is what I came up with. I have the sudden determination to get to chapter 11 very soon and I already have half of chapter 10 done so you can expect that soon! This chapter might seem a bit choppy but I honestly wasn't sure how to drag it out so thats why it is the way it is. Still, I do hope you enjoy it! It is all building to something I promise!

Happy reading!

-DFD

Chapter 9

Their lips mashed together passionately as they swiftly shut the door to the master suite behind them. His hands gripped her hips tightly while her fingers worked to undo the buttons of his dress shirt. Most of the wedding guests had already left, leaving them alone for the remainder of their wedding night - something they had been waiting for for the past two hours or so since they started to tire of entertaining guests.

Anakin let out a groan as her hand ran over the hard length that was still confined in his pants and he couldn't help but thrust into her hand. He felt her smile against his lips, well aware of the effect she had on him before her hand slowly made the long journey back up to his shoulders and pushed the shirt off his body, allowing her the pleasure of feeling his warm body unhindered. She gripped the white tie that was still around his neck and gave it a soft tug. Anakin smirked at his bride as she ended the kiss and the sly smile she gave him made his cock twitch as she turned around and moved her long curls over one shoulder, looking back at him expectantly.

He understood what she wanted immediately and he was more than willing to indulge her. With skilled hands, he undid the top clasp of her dress before moving on to the remaining ties holding it closed, parting the material as he went. With every inch of skin slowly revealed, Anakin pressed a soft kiss to her back, feeling her tense in anticipation as he kissed her shoulders and down her spine. The final fastening was just above the swell of her ass and when it came loose, he slowly ran his hands down her arms as he pushed the dress off, freeing her from the waist up to his hungry lips.

His arms came to wrap around her middle, pressing his face to her neck as he gave one breast a firm squeeze. He smirked against her skin as she sighed and tilted her head, encouraging him to continue as her hand grip his wrist tightly, holding his hand in place on her breast as he gently flicked her nipple and ground against her backside. "Don't stop," She moaned, pressing herself closer to him, just as desperate as he was for more. And with that in mind, he swiftly moved them to the bed, pushing the rest of her dress to the floor and arranging her on her hands and knees as he came to settle behind her.

He was amazed at how eager they both were. Despite having made love more times than he could recall, this night they were especially needy. His lips kissed a fine line from the base of her spine to her shoulder blades and the soft sweet sounds coming from her lips were so much more lustful than they had ever been. He never wanted this to end. Their wedding was a milestone for them- one that solidified what they already knew and one that completely sealed the past hurt feelings away for good. It was a sign of absolute forgiveness and the start of the second chance he had been desperate for. This day meant more to him than anyone knew and he never wanted it to end.

Padme whined under him and thrust her hips back to him and he smirked at her wanton behavior. He loved it when she was like this. The thought that such a sound and such a sight was only for him now, filled him with a sense of masculine pride and a need to please her in every way. Leaning forward, he kissed her shoulder gently before sliding his tongue along the length of her slender neck towards her earlobe and nipped it, making her moan. "Ani, stop teasing," She said, looking back at him.

He smiled as he rested his chin on her shoulder. "You love it when I tease," He said, kissing her softly as shifted against her, showing her exactly what he was going to do to her later.

She sighed and reached back only to give his tie a firm tug in warning, making him grunt. "Don't test me tonight," She said, her lips curling into a smile that begged him to challenge her. And while he normally wasn't one to shy away from a challenge, he knew it wasn't smart to challenge his wife on their wedding night.

Instead, he released his grip from her and moved to undo his pants, "As milady commands," He said, fumbling with the button of his pants a moment before letting his pants and boxers fall to the ground. He groaned as his cock brushed against her lips as he settled himself over her back, his hands coming to rest on hers as he kisses between her shoulder blades. She was so warm, so wet and ready for him and the intensity of the emotions he felt made him almost certain he wasn't going to last long. His name slipped past her lips as she slid herself along his length and he eagerly moved against her in turn, just as needy as she was.

After only a moments pause, he readjusted himself, pressing the head of his cock at her opening, relishing the heat of her before slowly pushing inside. He groaned loudly as he felt her walls cling to him, and her wetness coats him. She was perfect. Absolutely perfect. The feel of her skin, the way her walls pulled at him, the way she said his name when he was inside her… perfection. "Padme…" He whispered, resting his head against her back as he thrust slowly into her, her breasts bobbing with every thrust. "I love you… so much…"

She moaned loudly as he moved within her, her hips moving in time with his. Her hand found its way into his hair, pulling his head back to her neck where he suckled and nipped at the skin, marking her as his thrusts grew harder and her walls clung more to him. It didn't seem like either of them were going to last long tonight, but he smirked, knowing that even once they finished, there would still be more hours left in the night to resume.

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Padme snuggled closer to the warm body of her husband as the sun started to peek in through the windows. Letting out a tired sigh, she tried to drift back to sleep, thoroughly exhausted from the previous nights… activities. She smiled as she remembered how many times they made love. Five was it? It certainly was memorable and she wouldn't be surprised if she ended up being pregnant by this time next month. It was like when they had first gotten together, they just couldn't seem to get enough of one another, like a second honeymoon phase, though this time it was their actual honeymoon. Anakin let out a soft snore as she hiked her leg over his. She was slightly disappointed they couldn't take off more than a week but she has never really been the type of person to take vacations anyway- devoted to her work to the end- a trait that Anakin continues to make fun of. Padme smiled as she felt his hand gently slide down her spine, caressing the skin softly before cupping her backside and giving it a firm squeeze. He was awake. Opening her eyes, she shifted so she was laying on top of him and kissed his lips. His eyes remained closed as if asleep but his smile gave him away.

"I know you're awake," She said, rolling her eyes as he shook his head.

"No, I'm not," He mumbled, wrapping both his arms around her.

"Yes you are," She laughed, cupping his cheeks and kissing him long and hard until his eyes opened.

Anakin smiled at her and brought one hand to caress her cheek. She leaned into his touch and kissed his palm. "No, I'm not," He said again, "I'm still dreaming my wonderful girlfriend actually became my wife."

She let out a sigh and raised a brow at him, "I am your wife, dummy," She said, holding her hand out to him, showing him the ring on her hand.

"So you are," He smirked, kissing her hand before rolling them over so he was on top. "Are you interested in knowing how I treat my wife in the morning?" Padme giggled as his playful side took over and gripped his shoulders tightly.

His lips met her throat as his hands skimmed along her thighs up to her hips. "Anakin," She laughed, pushing him away slightly, "You don't really think we're staying in bed the entire week, do you?"

"We could," He said simply with a shrug of his shoulders.

Padme pressed a quick kiss to his lips and pulled away, ducking under his arm so she could maneuver herself from under him, "Come on," She said, ignoring his groan of protest and how he flopped back down onto the bed as she tied a robe around herself. She shook her head at her husband, not surprised how he wanted to spend the week. A smile crossed her lips as she made her way to the bathroom for a shower. There was one way she knew to at least get him moving. And like clockwork, only a few moments after she stepped under the steaming water, she felt her husband's chest pressed against her back and she smiled as she leaned back into him.

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Padme sighed as she rested her back against the wall next to the OR she had just finished operating in and watched as the scrub nurses wheeled her patient to the ICU. She has missed this. After a week of nothing but shopping, swimming, sailing, and mind-blowing sex; it was nice to finally be back at work… though she could easily do without the long hours. It was well passed eight now and she had still yet to have dinner and she was certain Anakin hasn't eaten either since he has been in surgery much longer than she had been. Padme took a quick peek inside the OR she knew Anakin had been in earlier and noted how the nurses were taking care to clean up the room. She smiled since that meant he was out of surgery and maybe if his patient was well, it meant they could leave soon and grab dinner on the way home.

Anakin's patient had been a baby girl whose heart was not formed properly and had required a heart transplant. It wasn't often that babies needed transplants but when they did, it was always hard to come by a heart and they were fortunate to even get one. Padme stood by the doors of the neonatal facility and watched as her husband conducted a post-op on the baby, checking the incision and the stitches. The baby girl raised her hand up and Padme could hear her husband speak softly to the baby. "You're a fighter, aren't you?" He whispered. The baby cooed at his voice and he let out a small laugh as he let the baby grip his finger.

Padme smiled as she watched him interact with the little girl. The way he spoke to her, the way he rubbed his hand along her head, the way he seemed to calm her and get her to go back to sleep, told her that one day he would make a good dad. She wanted that with him someday. She didn't know exactly when, but watching him with that little girl, made her think that maybe someday was much closer than they thought.