This is the end. BYOR is over, but the story continues in the prequel which is next on my list for this series!

I hate endings and I could easily think of three other places further along where I could end it, but I found that this was the best place and once I get around to writing the sequel after I finish writing the prequel, I think you will see why. I apologize for the delay on this. I blame the smut because out of all the things I write, from surgery to battles and awkward flirting... for me, smut is by far the hardest. It is easy to just say "they had sex" but it is so much harder to come up with realistic scenarios and describe the emotions at play while also writing really broken and sexual dialogue. If you've looked at my other stories, you know I haven't written a lot of smut so it is a style I am still getting used to.

I am so grateful for all the feedback and support you have given me and I cannot thank you enough for it. I do hope you will continue to follow my stories as get around to my long list of stories I have planned. If you follow my tumblr, you know there is a list of 15 different Star Wars stories I have in mind, two of which are in this doctor AU so I hope to see you all again very soon!

Happy reading!

-DFD

Chapter 22

Anakin stood in front of the stove, watching as the salmon cooked. Padme sat at the island counter, her finger tracing the rim of her long empty cup of tea. Her call with Sola had ended mere moments before Anakin came through the door, a fresh salmon from the store tucked under his arm and a bag of groceries in his other hand. He had insisted that he be the one to cook since the last time she had tried to make dinner for the both of them she overcooked the pasta to the point they were hard on the outside and chewy on the inside. It also didn't help that her fridge and cabinets had more snacks and ready-made food than actual meals. She hadn't complained- not too much. Besides, he was by far the better cook.

The salmon sizzled as he used the turner to flip the two hunks of salmon over in the pan and waited about two minutes before he took the pan off the stove and served them on the two plates to his right. Padme got up from her seat to grab the wine and watched as he added seasoning and garnish before he picked up the plates and served it to her with a proud smile on his face.

Taking the seat next to her he waited for her to take the first bite and his smile widened at her reaction. "And where did you find this one?" She asked as she bit into it again.

"It was some cooking blog. I can't remember which one. Weird as it sounds, I have like five bookmarked on my computer." He said scratching the back of his neck in that embarrassed way that she loves so much.

She shakes her head; "I still can't believe you cook."

Anakin shrugs, "Its cooking. Not brain surgery." He smirks at her, "Then again, you can't even boil water; remind me never to let you cut into me."

Her eyes narrow at him, "Not funny." He laughs anyway as he continues to eat. "Sola called just before you got back." Padme started, taking a sip of her wine.

"Isn't she on vacation?"

Padme nodded, "Yeah, they come back next week. She asked if we would like to come over for dinner one night." She said, "Pending some crisis, we both get off early on Thursday." She isn't really sure how he will react to having dinner with her sister. Especially since it had been fairly obvious for a while that Sola did not like that they were together. But he surprises her by smiling.

"That sounds great." He said, "Do we bring something? I know your family really has a thing for wine, but most of them drink the really expensive wine, don't they? Not the cheap stuff we drink."

"Nothing too extravagant." Padme said, "My parents aren't going to be there, so the cheap stuff will do." She smiled at how something as simple as having dinner with her sister got him worked up like this. He seemed eager to make a good impression and combined with how Sola was also trying to do the same, released the tension she hadn't even known she had in her shoulders. After next week she can officially claim that the rift between her boyfriend and Sola will no longer be an issue. And that only left her parents; but they were a problem for another time.

After they had both cleared their plates of food, Padme rose to clear the counter but Anakin stopped her. Taking the plates from her hands, he turned to put them in the sink before turning back to her with a smile on his face. His arms wrapped around her waist and he pulled her body flush against his, making her laugh as her hands come to rest on his broad chest. She saw his smile widen for a moment before he silenced her with his lips.

Padme's eyes closed as her arms slid up to wrap around his neck. Picking her up by the waist, he sat her on the countertop, breaking the kiss only for a moment as his hands rubbed against her thighs before he pressed his lips to her neck, nipping a light trail down the column of her throat. "Ani…" She moaned as his hands slid up to slide under her shirt and moved up her stomach, "We're in the kitchen…" She felt him smirk into her neck.

"And?" He asked, focusing his attention on the skin where her neck met her collarbone.

"The bedroom is only a few feet behind you." She reminded him, though as much as her conscience protested doing it in the kitchen, she didn't fight back when he pulled her shirt over her head. For some reason the thought of him taking her in the kitchen excited her. The impulsivity of it and the inability to take the twenty or so steps to the bedroom was reminiscent of their first night at the lake house where he had confessed his love for her. That night they had ended up tangled in a mess of intertwined limbs as their bodies danced erotically with the fireplace burning in the background.

Padme balled his shirt as she gasped when nipped her earlobe, pulling the shirt tight over his shoulders as a shudder rippled down her spine. "Anakin." She says, her voice as serious as she can muster when he is causing such a reaction in her.

"Do you really want me to stop?" He asks, pulling away from her neck for a moment.

She can feel his breath by her ear and his left hand resting on her thigh. "No." She says, the answer surprising her, but she can't complain as the moment the word left her lips, he kisses her and he shifts so he is standing between her legs. She loses track of time in the kiss. They could have been standing like that for several minutes or just a few seconds, but it doesn't register- nothing does- nothing but Anakin registers for her- his lips, his touch, his voice groaning into her mouth as their desire for one another swells.

They break the kiss only long enough for him to quickly pull her shirt up and over her head before he pushes her to lie back on the counter. The granite countertop was cold under the skin of her back, countered by the warmth of his body as he came to rest above her. Even with his shirt still on, he radiated warmth. Smiling up at him, she kisses him once, twice, three times before her fingers pull at the collar of the shirt and tries to pull it over his head. He laughs as the shirt catches on his ear and he sit up on his knees to help her free him of the navy cotton tee. Once free, she does not hesitate to pull him back down by the hair. Wrapping one leg around his waist, she shifts just enough to tell him without words what she wants and he is more than happy to give it. Anakin takes hold of her hips to steady her as he carefully shifts so she is sitting on top of him. His knee hits the simple glass flower vase, knocking it to the floor but neither seems to care.

Anakin's hands stay on her hips as she sits on top of him. She can feel the ever-present bulge of his desire pressing up into her through the fabric of their jeans and she smiles as she shifts against him just enough to make him inhale sharply and thrust up into her. She sighs as the rough fabric teases her clit, bracing her hands on his chest; she leans forward, sliding her hands up the ridges of his torso to his neck. Her index fingers twist to wrap locks of his hair around them. He smiles up at her as she brings her head closer to his, and he cranes his up to meet her halfway as she kisses him lightly. Padme pulls back and watches as he moves to follow her but is restricted by her hands pushing him down.

He growls low in his throat, none too happy about her teasing but any complaint he might have died quickly once she sat up straight and reached behind her back. Unclipping her bra she lets the garment fall from her arms and lets it drop to the floor. The way his eyes darken and his Adam's apple bobs is all she needs to know that she is pleasing him far more than even he expected. Reaching his hand up, he goes to grab one plump breast but she catches it before he does. Smiling at him in the most seductive way she can, she drags his index finger from the base of the breast, over her nipple and up the column of her throat before tracing it along her lower lip before taking it in her mouth. A groan escapes past his lips as she swirls her tongue around it and nips the tip lightly. "Padme…" He practically whines, "You're killing me." Anakin shifts his hips against her as she teases him and she moans, prompting him to keep moving.

It amazes her how this night is progressing. The other times they have had sex since she was deemed able to, their clothes had been off in a matter of seconds. Tonight for some reason is different. She has no complaints. If anything, the teasing is getting her more excited for when the rest of their clothes do come off. But she can't recall the last time she has ever been the tease. She has teased her partners before, but never like this and it makes her feel… powerful. She is in control. She has the ability to make him whine and beg and because they are still partially dressed, he is denied the contact he desperately wants.

Anakin's teeth clench as his other hand flies to her pants and tries to work the button and zipper with one hand. His fingers fumble as several curses are muttered under his breath but eventually he succeeds and slips his hand inside.

"Fuck…" He groans as his finger brushes against the dampness of her undergarments, "You're so wet. You want me just as much as I want you." He says with a smirk.

"Yes." She sucks his finger hard and releases it with a pop.

"Say it." He orders, his fingers rubbing circles on her clit, "Tell me what you want." He snarls.

While she would normally give in to such a demand knowing he would give her what she wants, he is not the one in control this time. "Only if you do." She says with a smirk, letting his finger drop from her mouth, "You tell me what you want." She lets her finger drop to his waist and fiddles with his belt, brushing her fingers along the skin just above it.

"Fuck." He groans, his eyes closing tightly as she teases him. He lets out a shaky breath as he opens his eyes, "I want to fuck you." He said with a smirk, "I want your lips wrapped around my cock, I want to be inside you, god, I want to touch you." He curled his fingers in her pants around her clit, making her moan and his smirk broadening, "I know you want the same thing too." He said.

Her eyes narrow at him, and she lifts herself up from his waist, pulling his hand away from her before shifting so she is sitting on his knees. Her arms cross over her chest, covering her breasts from his view, "You know, I could just leave you like this." She said, "I could leave you hot hard, deny you of the release you want. I mean, its not like anyone needs sex."

His eyes widen, "Are you kidding me?" His voice rises as he openly gapes at her, "Does it really look like I don't need you?" He asks, pointing at the obvious bulge in his pants.

"It will go away." She answers simply.

"Padme…" Anakin groans as he shifts to rest his weight on his elbows, "I need you." He moans, "I need you more than I need air to breathe."

She shakes her head at him. He can be so dramatic, but the need in his voice is palpable and knowing that she is the object of his desire is the best feeling she has ever had. Her fingers slowly takes his belt in her hands and unbuckles it before slowly unbuttoning his pants and pulls the gold zipper down agonizingly slow. Padme sits up as she finishes and watches as he takes the waistband of his pants and boxers in his hands, shifting his hips so he can push them down to his knees at let his erection spring free.

Her fingers take hold of the stiff member and she starts to pump him slowly. He grunts and groans as she twists and uses her thumb to lightly brush across the head. She can't really believe this is happening. She can't believe that just the thought of stopping to take this to the bedroom is something she cannot bring herself to do. She needs this the same as he does and stopping for any reason would just kill whatever is driving this sensual side of her. Leaning down she blows a cool breeze over the weeping tip and his hand finds its way into her hair as his head drops back to the granite countertop.

She smiles at how his hips twitch seeking more contact and how his belly rises and falls fast with his rapid pants. And as much fun as it is teasing him like this, perhaps it has gone on long enough. Deciding to give him what he wants, she leans closer and presses a kiss to the base of his cock, and starts to trail more kisses up to the tip as her other hand gently massages his sack. When she reaches the tip she takes a moment to look at his beautiful face, how it is contorted in agonizing anticipation for something only she can give him. His eyes open after she stared at him for too long, and the desperate pleading look he gives her makes her more than willing to descend on him.

Anakin hissed as she took all of him in her mouth. In truth, she had never particularly enjoyed giving blowjobs, but with Anakin she had always been a little more willing to try and he had been more patient with her than anyone else. Her eyes closed as she moaned around the member and flicked the tip as she came up. The hand in her hair tightened, though not uncomfortably. She heard his groans and how he whispered her name as she worked him. After teasing him so much, it didn't take long before he was ready to burst. The thick vein on the underside throbbed with each bob of her head and her hand squeezed his sack a little harder in response. He was close. Taking him as far in her mouth as she could, she sucked him hard until the loud growl of her name signaled his release and his seed spilled into her mouth. Her eyes closed as she worked him through his climax, swallowing everything he gave her before slowly releasing him and letting his member fall limp from her mouth.

Sitting up, his hand fell limp from her hair and she watched him as he panted. Pushing her hair back, she crawled over him and folded her hands on his chest before resting her chin on them and watched as he slowly recovered. His body was covered in a thin layer of sweat and the hair on his neck and brow slightly darker for it. His jaw was slack and twitched along with the rest of his body and the sight had Padme smiling with pride. She did that. She made him this way. And she was the only one afforded such a luxury of seeing this man like this.

It took several moments for him to recover and when he did he picked his head up to look at her. A languid smile crossed his face as he brought his hand to her cheek, rubbing his thumb along it, "You… you're just… you're perfect." He said, struggling to find words in this blissful state. She slid further up his body so they were face to face and he pulled her down to kiss her.

"I take it you liked that." She said, running her fingers through his hair.

He laughed lightly, "I think its safe to say that's pretty obvious." He brought his hands to her back and slowly dragged them down to her still clothed backside. Dragging them back up to her waist, he slides his hands into her panties to touch her without barriers. She sighed as he pulled her body flush against his and started grinding against her again. "Unlike you, I would never, ever dream of leaving you wanting." He said as he started to pull her pants over the swell of her backside.

She can feel him hardening again, pressing against her center as his hands worked to pull her pants off. Suddenly he sat up, one hand holding her back so her chest was pressed firmly against his as he shifted to jump off the counter, and placing her feet back on the ground. They didn't stay there for long, however. The moment her pants and underwear pooled around her ankles, she was lifted back into his arms. Her legs wrapping around his waist as he pressed her back into the wall as he kissed her roughly. His cock rubbed sharply against her clit, making her shift eagerly against him. She has had enough of the game they were playing. Now that they stood completely bare, rubbing against the other and feeling the heat of their desire without barriers, the game was done.

Anakin seemed to feel the same way. Turing away from the wall, he readjusted his grip on her thighs before he started to walk towards the bedroom. With her still in his arms, he climbed on the bed and sat kneeling facing the wall, still kissing her. Breaking the kiss, he leaned over to the nightstand on the side of the bed and rummaged through the drawer, pulling out a square blue foil.

Before he could open it, Padme took it from his fingers. Ripping the packet open, she pulled out the condom and watched As Anakin shifted to stretch his legs out under them. Sitting back, she took his member in her hands as she started to roll the condom on. She felt his eyes on her again but she kept hers firmly focused on what she was doing until it was fully on. When she looked up to meet his eyes, she smiled as she gave his cock one final teasing squeeze, before raising herself higher than him. His hands found her waist immediately and helped her lower herself on him.

Padme sighed as she sank down on him, her hands weaving in his hair as she pulled him close, her nipples rubbing against his chest. Anakin pressed his forehead against hers and watched intently as she started to rock on him. It didn't take long for him to find rhythm with her, and they started to move in sync with the other, working to bring each other mutual pleasure. "Oh, God!" She moans as he thrusts up hard into her, "Yes! Oh yes- Ani!" Her walls tighten around him as she bounces on him.

His voice trembles as he quickly pushes her off and she whines in protest but he pays no mind and simply adjusts her so she is facing away from him on all fours before he surges inside her again. "Don't stop!" She moans, "Please, don't stop." Anakin presses his chest to her back and starts to plant kisses along her shoulder blades as he gives her exactly what she asks for. His hips thunder against hers as his hand pulls her hips back to meet his thrusts.

She feels the throbbing of his cock inside her and knows he is close to coming undone. He groans as he reaches between her legs and starts to work her clit aggressively, determined to send her over the edge with him. "Padme…" He grunts against her shoulder, his thrusts more violent than before, "So tight… I'm close… so close… are you-"

"Yes." She responds breathlessly, "So good… Ani… so good…you- you feel so good." His teeth sink into her shoulder and she feels the rumble in his chest just before she comes undone, her walls constricting around his member moments before he snarls and his member pulsates deep inside her.

No longer having the strength to hold themselves up anymore, the collapse against the mattress. His breath fanning against her neck and the light kiss he puts there brings a smile to her face as they roll over. Anakin sits up a moment but only to discard the used condom before falling back against the mattress and Padme snuggles up against him. The silence spread out between them slowly as the air cooled their warm bodies. No words were spoken between them- too tired and sated to speak; no words were really needed. The love they share for one another was clear enough with the way they moved against each other, with whispered words of passion as they reached the heights of euphoria. Padme smiled as she wrapped her arm around his waist and pulled herself as close to him as physically possible. The arm he had wrapped around her squeezed her shoulder as he planted a kiss on her brow. It wasn't long until they both fell asleep.

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By the time Thursday came around, Padme was excited about the dinner with her sister. Anakin was so determined to make a good impression on her sister and had even gone out of the way to get both Ryoo and Pooja toys even though Padme had told him he didn't have to. He had simply shrugged and said he wanted to be the cool uncle.

Pulling into Sola's driveway, Padme took a deep breath. There had only ever been two boyfriends she had who had met her family- Palo who had gone to high school with her, and Clovis. In both cases, it had never been a big deal. But with Anakin… it was different. She loves him. She hadn't loved Palo or Clovis when they had met her family- she was working towards it, but she didn't love them and the love she did have for them was completely different from how she feels about Anakin. Only now that she is looking up at her sister's suburban home does she finally start to worry. What if this doesn't go right? What if Sola still sees Anakin as trouble? What if they start interrogating him? Her mind starts to list worst possible scenarios and each one is worse than the last, though some of them are just highly unlikely. What are the odds of her parents who live eight hours away showing up?

She jumps slightly as Anakin takes her hand. When she turns her head to meet him, he smiles at her and squeezes her hand, "You can turn off the car." He said and only then does she realize she has yet to put the car in park even. "Don't worry, everything will be fine." He promises, leaning over and pressing a kiss to her cheek before opening the door and stepping out, taking the two gift bags and the bottle of wine.

He is right. She knows he is right. Stepping out of the car, she takes Anakin's hand as they walk up the porch steps and ring the bell. It only takes a moment for Sola to open the door and hug her sister before accepting the wine and ushering them inside. Ryoo and Pooja run out from the living room and jump to hug their Aunt. Padme laughs as they both start talking all at once, eager to tell her stories from their trip to the mountains. "I'm sure that was a lot of fun." She says.

"Who's this?" Ryoo asked, pointing at Anakin.

Padme smiles and squeezes his hand, "This is my boyfriend, Anakin."

A proud smile crosses his face at being called her boyfriend and he bends over holding out a hand to Ryoo first, "Its nice to meet you. Padme has told me so much about you both." He said, passing them each a bag and watching as they excitedly open them.

"Oh wow!" Pooja exclaimed as she pulled out the stuffed fox, "Nick!"

"Judy!" Ryoo added as she pulled the bunny out of her bag. The two girls smiled at one another as they started to play with the toys.

Padme gave them both a stern look, "Girls, what do you say?"

The two stopped at once and smiled up at Anakin, "Thank you for the toys." They said in unison.

He let out a light laugh, "You're welcome." He said as he returned to his full height. Padme took him by the arm and led him to the living room where Sola's husband Darred was setting the table. The two men shook hands and immediately hit it off as they talked a little about their professions before finding common ground in talking about classic cars. She didn't really have much to contribute in that topic as the most experience she has is telling Anakin to get cleaned up when he comes in covered in grease and grime from working on his bike.

Excusing herself, she moves into the kitchen and offers to help Sola finish cooking. She is handed a knife and instructed to chop up some vegetables, "Your skills with sharp objects are far superior to your skills cooking, dear sister." Sola says as she turns back to stove and adds noodles to the boiling water.

She can hear the girls playing in the other room and hears Anakin's laugh at some story Darred tells him. Padme smiles as this night is going far better than she imagined. Picking up the cutting board she swipes the knife across the surface of it to push the vegetables into the bowl and carries it over to her sister who dumps them in a pot beside the pasta.

Sola turns to meet her as she waits for the food to cook, "So…" She starts; "Darred seems to like him." she says looking through the arch and watches the men who seem to be deep in conversation.

"I imagine they're talking about cars." Padme says, "Anakin gets this look like a kid in a toy store whenever he talks about engines." She explains.

Sola laughs and shakes her head, "Darred tries to act like he knows about that stuff but he really doesn't. Remember when he tried to fix my car and he ended up making it worse?"

She hid her laughter behind a hand, "Dad was furious because it ended up costing three times more to fix the mess he made."

Sola nodded, "Darred is probably trying to brag about that classic car he has sitting in the garage he keeps saying he's going to fix. One of these days I am going to pay my neighbor to haul that thing out to the dump so I can actually use my garage."

"Anakin could get it running." Padme said with certainty, "He worked in a mechanics shop before college and he modified his bike all by himself."

Her sister raised a brow at the statement, "You haven't seen the hunk of junk." She said, turning around to turn the stove down and take the handle of the pot, pouring the noodles in the strainer, and shaking away the excess water before dumping them in the serving dish, "There is more rust than there is car." She said, repeating the process with the vegetables, "In short, my husband needs a new hobby. One that doesn't involve engines and rust." Padme shook her head as her sister finished pouring the red sauce over the vegetables and noodles and stepped aside so she could walk past her into the living room. "Girls, come on, dinner is ready." She called as she sat down across from Darred. Anakin took the seat between Darred and Padme while the girls took the seats on the other side of the table with their mother.

Conversation at dinner started light and carefree as the girls entertained them with stories from their trip to the mountains and all the games they played in the snow.

"How did you meet Auntie Padme?" Ryoo asked.

"Believe it or not, I was about your age when I first met her. Met your mother then too." He said with a smile, "They were on a family vacation when their car broke down near where I lived and my mom was never someone to turn someone away in need, so we let them stay the night." Turning his head, he let his gaze meet hers, "I thought she was the most beautiful person I ever saw. And to this day I have yet to meet anyone who comes anywhere close to being as beautiful." Anakin's hand comes to cover hers and his eyes show the sincerity that is always there when he talks about her like that.

"That is so romantic!" Pooja squeals as she watches the two of them non-so subtly flirt with their eyes.

Padme breaks the gaze she has with him; "He exaggerates," She said, narrowing her eyes playfully at him.

"Me? Exaggerate? Never." He scoffed in response.

"If you knew each other that long, why did it take so long to get together?" Pooja asked.

Anakin looked at Padme, unsure exactly how to answer this question and not knowing how much he should tell them. Padme squeezes his hand, "Well, we grew up in different towns and we fell out of touch until my first year as a doctor when he was in his final year of medical school."

"I thought the guy was supposed to be older than the girl." Ryoo said.

Anakin laughed, "Not necessarily." He said, "When you find the person you love, it isn't about something as silly as a number. It's about the person- who they are, how they make you feel, how they make you a better person; age is just a number."

Padme's heart skipped a beat as she heard him speak and her sister looks just as surprised. Anakin can spin words into gold when he feels like it and this is one of those times and it couldn't have been more perfectly timed. Added to how perfect this night is, and Sola can not possibly find any fault with him even if she tried. He is just too perfect right now, and if she were alone with him, she would wrap her arms around his neck and kiss him senseless. But as they weren't she would have to settle for smiling at him and conveying how she felt wordlessly.

The rest of dinner went by without a hitch and watching Anakin entertain the girls with overly dramatic stories about hearts brought a smile to her lips as she followed her sister into the kitchen to help clean up.

Sola set the dishes down in the sink and started running the hot water on them. She turned to meet her sister and smiled, "He really is something." She said, watching him play with her girls.

"Yes, he is." Padme agreed.

"I have to admit, when you first told me you were together again, I was terrified you were just falling for his charm." She said, crossing her arms over her chest, "But… I can't deny that he loves you. He loves you more than anything by the looks of it, and I know you feel the same… I'm happy for you." Sola took a breath, "And whenever you decide to tell mom and dad about him, I've got your back."

She smiled at her sister, "Thank you."

Sola shook her head, "No need to thank me. You deserve it. You're meant to be together."

Padme watched Anakin as he played with the girls and she knew without a shadow of a doubt that she was right. They were meant to be together. To overcome all that they had, it was the hardest thing she has ever done and yet… she can't deny that it is the most rewarding thing she has done. Her life before Anakin is dull by comparison to what it is now. And she wouldn't trade it for the world. She has no regrets, and whatever life has in store for them next, she is ready to face them and with Anakin at her side, they can't lose.

The End