Hello! So I FINALLY finished this chapter. Sorry for the delay! I honestly don't have a lot of experience with writing smut so I had like four different drafts and I messed around with dialogue, which was a little... odd. To add to that, I've been stuck in a hotel with my parents for days and getting to this point it felt weird trying to write this with my parents in the room. Now that I'm back in my own room, it was easier to write and edit without having someone ask "What are you doing?" To make matters a little more awkward, my sister found where I save my fanfics... so she read this chapter and it is safe to say she is giving me weird looks now. Whatever, I don't care. I am what I am and I am a proud piece of trash!

Updates are still going to be a bit sluggish for a while but stay up to date by following my tumblr. I normally post a general update on Wednesdays and Sundays. Right now since I am going at a much slower pace than normal, I am only doing the Sunday updates.

Happy reading!

-DFD

Chapter 20

The on call rooms were not very big- just large enough for a bunk bed and a small table. They didn't need a lot of space since they were just used as a place where the surgeons could rest a couple hours after a long surgery. The beds were not the best beds, as Anakin can attest to having lived in the hospital for weeks- the couch in the lounge was more comfortable.

Padme pulled out her phone and sent Anakin a quick text- 4th floor on call room. Now. Pacing the room, she starts to wonder if this is even a good idea. They work in the building. It is risky and reckless and it lacks any form of professionalism… but at the same time exciting and it isn't like people don't already know they are together- besides, they're doctors. It isn't the weirdest or most shocking thing they have seen.

Five minutes later her phone goes off. Why? What's wrong? Padme rolls her eyes and hastily responds telling him to just get there. She needs him to hurry before she loses her resolve. She wants him. But it is still a large step for them both, all things considering. Taking this step… it means a lot to both of them. It means the past is behind them. It solidifies what they feel in a physical way. And it terrifies her as much as it pleases her. The knock on the door interrupts her thoughts as she nearly trips over her feet to open it. It's not Anakin. "Hi, Padme," Ahsoka says, holding back a yawn.

"Hi," She returns, trying to be nice and not groan at the unexpected visitor.

"So…" Ahsoka starts, side stepping to try to get past Padme who is pressed against the door frame while her hand holds the door open, "I just got out of surgery, and I'm really tired so…"

Padme shakes her head, "No. Find another room." She says before closing the door and leaning her back against it. She knows her quick response was rude. She isn't herself right now. This is the first time in months where things seem to be taking a turn for the better and she isn't going to let anything get in her way of that. She can apologize to Ahsoka later.

When there is another knock on the door several minutes later, she opens a door just enough to see who It is before throwing the door open and grabbing Anakin by the front of his scrubs and dragging him inside. He is caught off guard by the action and if Padme hadn't roughly pushed him back against the door after it closed, he would have fallen face first into the ground. "Wha-" His question is cut off as her lips crash against his. It takes him a moment to respond, but when he does, his hands find her waist, pulling her closer to him. her hands find their way into his hair, gripping the blond locks tightly as she fights for control of the kiss.

As she moans into his mouth, he gently pulls back enough to look at her. He is panting as he brings a hand up to cup her cheek, dragging it back to rest on the back of her neck, rubbing his thumb along her earlobe, "Wha- what are-"

"Notice anything?" She asks, raising her leg no longer in the brace to rub against his. His eyes are locked with hers as he drags his hand lower from her hip, following the curve of her ass and tracing the underside of her thigh. His eyes widen as he reaches where her brace should be, "No brace?" He asks.

"No brace." She says; leaning up to catch his lips again but he pulls back. Her brow furrows as she gives him a questioning look. She didn't understand why he pulled back. Didn't he want this too?

"Are you sure?" He asks as his hands come back to rest on her hips.

Padme smiles as she strokes his hair. He wanted to make sure she was ready. And just that one act alone, confirmed what she already knew- they were ready. "Yes." She said, pulling him down to kiss her again, "I'm ready. I want you." She smiled into the kiss as his arms wrapped tightly around her and pulled her flush against him. She can feel him hardening through his scrubs, grinding against his hips, she swallows the groan that rumbles from his chest. His hands lower and find her firm backside, pulling her hips forward to repeat the action and she willingly complies.

Her hands trail down his chest, pulling at his shirt and exposing the taunt muscle underneath. Gripping the shirt, she pulls it up higher and he releases her just enough to fully remove the shirt, throwing it carelessly to the side before his fingers return to her waist. His fingers brush against the exposed skin as he slowly trails them up her sides hesitantly. While she had said this was what she wanted, it seemed he was also looking for physical confirmation that this was what she meant. Padme made no move to stop him as his ministrations slowly gained confidence as he lifted her shirt up and over her head.

Anakin took a step back and let his eyes trail down to her chest. She smiled at the way he looked at her. He always looked at her as if she were perfect- an angel; but with the way he is looking at her now, she swears he thinks she is a goddess. When his eyes slowly make their way back up to meet hers he leans forward to kiss her but she brings a hand up to stop him, resting it firmly on his chest. He stops immediately and pulls back, waiting for her to explain. Padme gives him a sly smile as she lifts her hand up so it is barely touching him before dragging it lower and lower, drawing meaningless patterns on the skin as she goes. She feels the muscle twitch under her touch as she nears the part of him that is visibly aching behind the confines of his pants. She can feel his eyes on her as she reaches the waistband of his pants. He is just as eager as she is. Slipping her index and middle finger into his pants, she hooks then around the fabric as she takes several backwards steps towards the bed and he is left little choice but to follow.

His eyes never leave hers as she leads him towards the bunk bed. The bed squeaks as she sits down and shifts so she is lying down. He comes to hover just above her, one arm braced against the bed by her head, and the other resting on her hip. He smiles down at her and he leans forward and this time she doesn't stop him. Closing her eyes, she moans as his lips meet hers in a gentle kiss. His hand runs up her side before reaching behind her and unhooking her bra. Padme quickly discards it as his hand takes hold of her breast and her hands grip his hair tightly. Releasing her mouth, he plants kisses along her jaw and neck, slowly making his way down to her chest. Her leg rubs against his, pulling him down to press down firmly against her. Anakin groans against her flesh as his still clothed cock rubs against her thigh.

"Oh God," His lips wrap firmly around her nipple, grazing his teeth along the puckered bud. Her grip on his hair tightens as he nips and sucks on it. His groans send vibrations through her body and she can't help the sounds that escape her mouth at the sensation. She can't remember the last time it had been this good. Even after all this time, he still knows what to do, how to bring her to the heights of ecstasy. And it feels wonderful. The sharp pain of his teeth nipping quickly soothed by the way he flicks her nipple with his tongue- the perfect balance that has her shifting eagerly under him.

Anakin trails his hand down her tense stomach as he shifts to rest between her legs. His hand comes to rest on the button holding her pants closed. Releasing her breast, he places one final kiss on the mound before he starts to trail kisses down her stomach as his hands undo the button and starts to pull them along with her panties down her legs. He smiles against her skin; he's been waiting for this for so long- been waiting for Padme let him into her heart again, for her to want this. And now that she has- now that she is, he will do whatever it takes to stay there. Anakin rolls back onto his heels to fully remove her clothes. He has to duck his head so he doesn't hit it on the top bunk. His breath hitches as he stares at her fully exposed for him. His cock twitches in his pants and he had to shift how he was sitting to make the tightness in his pants a little more bareable, "You're so… beautiful," He says, letting his hands run along her slightly bent legs.

This isn't how he imagined this happening. He thought they would find themselves in her bed curled up with her laptop binge watching some series they were too lazy to watch when it was actually on TV and they would slowly start kissing, and then it would gradually get more heated. For Padme to actually instigate it the way she had- in the hospital, in the middle of the day, on a bed that is used by a lot of surgeons and was just barely large enough to fit both of them- it was a complete and total surprise; though not an unpleasant one- he found this impulsive Padme to be very… hot, and it turned him on.

"Oh Ani…Yes! Yes!" She cried as his tongue finds her center. Her fingers flew into his hair as her legs wrapped tightly around his head. "Don't stop! Please don't- Oh!" His tongue draws a circle around her clit and it sends a ripple of pleasure down her spine. He has a very talented mouth- better than any other lover she ever had. With Anakin, it only took one well placed flick for her to be putty in his arms. His hand trailed up the inside of her thigh, teasing her with penetration before pulling back. It was too much. Too little. "Anakin!" She cried as one of his teeth scraped roughly over her sensitive clit.

Anakin flattened his body against the mattress. His cock was straining in his pants and pressing it into the mattress was the only way he could relieve some of the pressure that was building up with every sound Padme made. He groaned as his hand took hold of her hip to keep her steady. He dragged his other hand up the inside of her leg once more, sliding his fingers along her slick folds and circling around it before entering two fingers inside. He groaned at how wet she was, how tight she was, imagining it was his cock instead of his fingers, he shifted and grinded his hips into the mattress. He felt her tighten around his fingers moments later as her moans grew louder and her legs tightened around his head. He sucked harder at her clit and moved his fingers faster, loving the way she screamed his name.

"Anakin!... Oh God!" He brushed his teeth against her clit and closed his eyes as she moaned, "So close!" She said, "There… right there! Oh!" With a sharp flick of his tongue and curling his fingers inside her, she fell over the edge, crying out his name. He pleasured her with his mouth and hand until it was over. Until her legs released their vise grip on his head and her body slumped back against the mattress. Crawling over her, he rested his hips between hers, pressing down against her as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to her lips. She responded lazily as her fingers loosened to gently weave her fingers in his messy hair.

"I love you." She said.

He smiled and kissed her deeply, "You are everything to me." He muttered against her lips, thrusting his hips harder against her. She moaned and brought her legs to wrap tightly around his hips, locking her ankles just over his rear. The fingers of her left hand trailed down his front, towards the strings of his pants and pulling it firmly to untie it before slipping her hand inside. He broke the kiss and widened the space between their bodies as she palmed him through his pants. Reaching a hand back, he started to push his pants lower as she moved her hand to help. Pushing them down his hips she watched as his erection sprang free. Her fingers wrapped firmly around it, stroking it gently while running her index finger along he budging vein on the underside. Padme watched as his eyes fluttered closed and his jaw clench from the way she squeezed him. He let out a shaky groan and she smiled at the reaction before releasing him and shifting so he was pressed against her center.

This was it. The moment they've been waiting for since their reconciliation. The moment they have worked so hard for. The moment when they were both able to put their messy past behind them and move forward. Before this point, Padme had been afraid of what sleeping with him would mean. She remembered how great it had been with him before. Remembered how they couldn't keep their hands off each other. Remembered how perfect everything had been until things fell apart. She had been afraid that being with him again would be a mistake. But as she looks up at him now, she knows it isn't. They had both changed since that time. Changed for the better; they were more… connected now; had a better understanding of the other because they had not jumped headfirst into this. And by taking that time, it made this moment more than just lust and sex. It was far more intimate now. She hated the thought of calling it 'making love'- it was too cliché; and yet that is really the only words to describe it.

"Padme…" He says, his voice husky from the strain of staying still. His eyes are focused intently on hers as his fingers brush against her cheek.

He is giving her one last chance to back out now. Curling a lock of his hair around her index finger, she smiles at him. It's nice that he offers her a way out, but it isn't needed. Leaning up, she captures his lips, opening her mouth to him, she feels him press his body down on hers. She can feel him- all of him pressed against her as his hand moves to grip her hip to hold her leg in place as he shifts, brushing the head of his cock against her slick folds. She moans at the feel of him gliding across her, breaking the kiss and brushing her lips on his jaw moments before he enters her.

They both moan at the sensation. Her arms wrap tighter around his neck; it's been awhile and he seems to know that and pauses a moment to let her adjust before pulling out slowly and thrusting back in harder. They grunt and groan as they slowly work to find a rhythm that works for them both.

Padme grips at his shoulders as he moves above her. "Oh God!" She cries out, lifting her hips to meet his, "Anakin! God Ani, you're so… Oh!" He hits the spot deep inside her that leaves her trembling every time he hits it. She can feel him smirk into her collarbone as he focuses on hitting that same spot again and again.

"You feel…" Anakin groans as he increases his speed, "You… tight… So tight." He moans as he thrusts harder, releasing his grip on her hip to help support his body over her. He's close. And so is she. He can feel her core pulsing around him, tightening with each thrust.

"Yes!" She cries as she thrusts her hips erratically into his, "Don't stop! Please!" Padme drags her fingers through his hair, pulling at it roughly so their foreheads touch as she reaches her peak. Her whole body trembles as she goes over the edge again. Anakin gives three more uncontrolled thrusts, groaning as he nears his end before one final hard thrust into her, moaning her name as he erupts inside her.

Gazing into each other's eyes, their breaths mingle in the small space between them as they slowly recover. Her fingers trace along his jaw while he brings one shaky hand up to move her hair from her face and tuck it behind her ear. He smiles at her and presses his lips to hers in a chaste kiss before pulling out and rolling them to lie on their sides. His knuckles brush against her cheek and back as they settle into a relaxed position on the bed in a tangle of limbs.

"I take it therapy went well." He said with a smirk.

"Very." She said, moving her hand to draw teasing patterns along his chest.

He laughed and shook his head, "When you texted me, I have to admit this is the last thing I thought would happen. Since when did you get so bold?"

She gave a shrug, "I didn't want to wait until tonight." She said.

"I'm glad." He said, pulling her closer to him, "But now I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do while I'm waiting to go home."

Padme leaned forward and pressed her lips against his in a sweet kiss. There was no lust in it, just her love for him. And he returned it just as sweetly as his arm wrapped tightly around her back. She would love to just stay here forever. But the beeping of his pager had them both groaning. Reaching under the bed for where his pants had disappeared to, he read the message.

"Now I know what I'm going to occupy my time with." He said as he rolled out of the bed and started to get dressed. Padme shifted to lie on her side and watched as he pulled on his pants and shirt, running a hand through his messed up hair. When he finished and looked at her, she watched as his eyes darkened with lust. She smirked at the effect she had on him.

Anakin shook his head and scratched the back of his neck, swearing under his breath as he took her in in all her naked beauty. She was perfect. "You know, I could always get Ben to take it." He said as he leaned down and kissed her, "I would much rather stay here with you than deal with the MVC that just came in."

Padme smiled against his lips and cupped his cheeks in her hands, pushing him back, "No, Ani," She said, "Go. We'll pick this up when we get home."

He smirked and kissed her once more, "Looking forward to it," He mumbled against her lips before pulling back and heading for the door.

Padme stayed in the bed for several minutes after he left before she got dressed and left as discretely as possible. She can't believe what she just did. It had been so… heated between them, she has no doubts someone- or many someones had heard what was going on and she really does not want to explain that right now. She doesn't regret what happened. She can't, not when everything worked out so perfectly. She smiles as several ideas of how to make this day even more perfect come to mind. As she nears the door she sees Sola sitting in one of the chairs, her legs crossed as she glances at her watch before looking up and seeing Padme.

"Crap." She mutters under her breath. She forgot Sola gave her a ride this morning.

Her sister raises a brow at her and checks the time again, "Is there any reason you're this late?" She asked, "Your appointment was two hours ago!"

Padme fought the blush that was threatening to show itself, "Sorry," She said, "I didn't realize how much time passed," Her mind raced as it debated what she should say held her up. If she knew the truth she would never live it down, "It's just… I ran into Anakin," She started, "And we just… lost track of time," It wasn't a lie, not even close; it just lacked details.

Sola smirked as she rose from her seat, "Well, that explains the hickey," Her smirk widened when she saw Padme's hand come up to rest directly on top of the red mark forming on the space between her neck and shoulder. Hiding her laughter behind a hand, she wrapped her arm around her sister's shoulders, "Oh, Padme, what am I going to do with you?" She said as they walked out the doors to the car.