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Chosen: Restoration

Chapter 9: Sex, Lies and Grapefruit

By WrittinInStone

The first thing Padmé Amidala-Skywalker thought of when she woke was sex. Hot, sweaty, back breaking, slamming against the wall, screaming her bloody head off, sex. For a moment, all that existed in her universe was where and how to get some sex.

She blinked as she tried to clear her thoughts. Where was her husband? He would give her sex. Padmé sat up and looked around. She let out a small squeak of delight when she saw Anakin lying next to her.

The fact that he was on a medical cot barely registered as she slid from her bed. Moments later, she was on top of him, grinding her hips into his heat. She groaned, pleased with the fact that she had on no panties, and equally pleased that her husband also lacked underwear.

With a bite of her lip, Padmé slowly lowered herself onto her husband's member. She released a sigh of pleasure at the sensations washing over her. Closing her eyes, Padmé began to move, her breath coming in gasps at the pleasure washing over her. This was…freaking amazing.

In the back of her mind, Padmé knew that something was wrong. She shouldn't be doing this; she shouldn't be practically…raping her husband while he was asleep. But she needed him now and she didn't care what she had to do or where she had to do it to get him.

Padmé was only slightly aware of strong hands grabbing her by the waist and even stronger hips surging into her writhing body.

"Oh, Fooorrccceeee." She screamed, uncaring who heard. She leaned over and placed her hands on Anakin's shoulders, her body pressing against his as he continued to thrust into her. "Yes, Anakin, harder, please!" Moments later, Padmé shattered as her release overwhelmed her and she descended into blissful darkness.

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"So, Senator Amidala is pregnant." Obi-Wan paused and pinched the bridge of his nose as he once again tried to wrap his mind around the fact. Between Anakin and Padmé, the Jedi Master was sure that he had aged several years in the last two days.

"How far along is she?" Obi-Wan asked the medial droid. He had decided that instead of agonizing over the situation with Anakin, he could find out some information about Padmé's condition. He had several concerns, mostly the fainting spells and the extreme cravings. Obi-Wan felt as though if he could just solve one problem, one mystery, then he would feel more in control of what seemed to be an out-of-control situation.

"According to the scanners," the droid responded in a mechanical voice, "She is about four months pregnant."

"Four months?" Obi-Wan exclaimed, surprised, "Then, why isn't she showing more?"

"It looks as though the Senator is having trouble providing nourishment for both of the babies. This is probably due to the fact that she did not know that she was pregnant. As such, I think it is fairly safe to assume that Senator Amidala merely felt as though she was becoming overweight. In this regard, her smallness could be partially due to dieting on her part. This is extremely dangerous for the babies. From now on, Senator Amidala will have to adhere to a strict diet for her safety as well as the safety of the children."

Obi-Wan grew still as one phrase jumped out at him: both of the babies. "Senator Amidala is carrying twins?" It was less of a question and more of a statement.

"Yes, two sets of heartbeats were detected during the ultrasound." The droid responded. "The fainting spells she is experiencing are due to malnutrition. All of the nutrients in her body are going to the babies first, leaving little left for her. Once again, if she follows a strict diet, both she and the babies should bounce back and there should be no more incidents of fainting. And because this time is so critical for the babies, I'm going to place Senator Amidala on bed rest. No strenuous activity until the vital signs of both her and the babies are where they should be.

Obi-Wan nodded to the droid, "Thank you, doctor." He said, dismissing the droid.

The Jedi Master sat down, mulling over what he had learned. "Senator Amidala is pregnant with twins." Obi-Wan repeated aloud.

He refrained from voicing the most obvious and pressing question on his mind: who is the father of Padmé's children? But then again, Obi-Wan supposed that it was none of his business. Padmé was his friend. The best thing he could do for her was to support her, no matter who the father of her children was.

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Anakin woke to feeling of pressure on his groin. He moaned as pleasure washed over him; whatever the pressure down below was, it felt awesome. When he finally opened his eyes, he thought he was still dreaming. He stared, dumbfounded at the sight that greeted him; Padmé was straddled on top of him, riding him!

Before he could form his mouth to protest, instinct took over as another wave of mind-numbing pleasure crashed over him. He grabbed her hips, and with a surge of energy, began to mindlessly pump into her. He clenched his teeth as Padmé moved faster on top of him.

Force, this is so good, Anakin thought as he continued propel himself into her, she fits me like a sheathe. Anakin tensed to catch Padmé as she cried out, reaching her orgasm before fainting. With a few more pumps of his hips, Anakin let out a hiss as he flooded his wife's core with his cream.

Thoroughly exhausted, Anakin began to gasp as he found it difficult to breath. He shouldn't have done that; he knew he shouldn't have done that. He looked down at Padmé' who was now resting on his chest. She was so beautiful, so strong, and so lovely in every possible way. He knew that it was not possible for him to love her more than he already did. And now, as he watched her, her face slack with contentment and satisfaction, he could not help but feel pride in his sexual prowess.

Anakin Skywalker, he thought drowsily, you are a sex god.

And as his consciousness began to fade, Anakin knew that although this quickie had not been wise, it had been totally worth it.

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"Obi-Wan!"

Obi-Wan looked up, startled, as Padmé flew into the room, her eyes full of tears.

"It's Ani, something's wrong with him!" Padmé said, her eyes wide with fear.

Outwardly appearing calm, but with his heart nearly beating out of his chest, Obi-Wan quickly followed Padmé to where Anakin was being treated.

Upon entering, Obi-Wan immediately went to Anakin's bedside and frowned as his eyebrows rose in disbelief. If possible, Anakin was now paler than before and his breaths were coming out in short, shallow spurts.

"By the Force," Obi-Wan murmured, "What happened to him? I left him a mere twenty minutes ago and it looked as though he was doing better."

Obi-Wan turned to the med droid hovering over the young Jedi, "What could have caused this?"

"It looks as though Knight Skywalker has recently expended a great deal of energy. I know not how he did it, but it has set him back severely. This is unfortunate as we did not have the opportunity to advise him against any taxing activity."

At Padmé's sudden gasp, Obi-Wan turned to her. She looked stricken, as though she had been struck in the face. Obi-Wan's eyes flickered, disturbed. He understood that Padmé was worried; she and Anakin had known each other for a long time. But these emotions he saw flashing across her face were not emotions elicited from a friend. She looked guilty…fearful…devastated, as though she had something to do with Anakin's condition…

Obi-Wan stared hard at her as he allowed the thought to fade. Suddenly struck with a disturbing thought, he took a moment to sniff the air. He had noticed a strange scent upon entering, but had been too worried about Anakin to properly inquire about it. But now, in the face of his recent epiphany, it was as though a light bulb had turned on in his head and Obi-Wan felt his face go red as he realized what he was smelling.

He turned away from Padmé, trying to maintain his composure as he finally acknowledged that he was at the end of his rope. First, the sickness, then Padmé's pregnancy, and now this? If what the Jedi Master suspected was true, then it seemed as though Anakin and Padmé were much friendlier than either one of them had mentioned! It infuriated him and for once in his life, Obi-Wan was ready for a confrontation. Exactly how much were they keeping from him? How much had to smack him in the face before they told him what in the seven hells was going on!

Suddenly, Obi-Wan stopped as another thought struck him. No…he thought, shaking his head in denial. No. Could Anakin be...? No, Obi-Wan thought, shaking his head once again, Anakin is rash, and bold and adamant about following his own rules, but he wouldn't…impregnate someone. Especially not someone as famous or as well-known as Padmé! He'd be risking the integrity and reputation of the whole Jedi Order if he were to do something such as that.

Yet Obi-Wan could not shake the feeling that there was some validity to his suspicions. He could not openly accuse either of them without any evidence and obtaining said evidence would require unscrupulous methods, perhaps even invasive methods. But he had to know. Obi-Wan had to know if Anakin truly was the fa...

The Jedi Master paused, unable to finish the thought. It was simply too much to digest if it was true.

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"Padmé."

The young Senator looked up as her name was called. It was Obi-Wan. Padmé bit her lip, struggling to keep up appearances as the Jedi Master came to stand in front of her. It was difficult task, because on the inside, she was crying.

What have I done to you, Ani? She thought, trying to hold her tears at bay, I am so sorry, Anakin. What in the seven hells is wrong with me? I will never forgive myself if something happens to you. Never.

"Padmé," Obi-Wan repeated, "How are you holding up?"

"I'm fine!" She responded brightly, turning to face the Jedi Master, "Just worried about Anakin."

Padmé paused before asking, "Is he going to be alright Obi-Wan?"

"I believe so," he said carefully, "The doctors are giving him some meds to boost his energy. He should come to in a few hours although it will be really important that he refrain from any vigorous activities."

Obi-Wan was silent for a moment before saying, "Do you have any idea what could have caused this?"

Padmé grew still as her heart sank. She had hoped that no one had noticed the aroma of her and Anakin's lovemaking, but it had proven a false hope for Obi-Wan had noticed. But she could not tell Obi-Wan everything, even if she now wished to do so. This had to be a joint decision between her and Anakin. She would not do something so important of her own volition.

"I don't," She said steadily, turning to look Obi-Wan right in the eyes. "When I woke up, I went to the bathing area to wash up and relieve myself and when I got back, he was like this."

Obi-Wan nodded and then spoke, choosing his words very carefully, "Did you notice anyone coming into this room while you were going out or coming in?"

"No." She replied, "Although I did see some medical droids down the hall. They could have entered while I was gone."

Obi-Wan studied her a moment longer before turning back to look at Anakin.

"Very well," He said finally, "In order to prevent this from happening again, I will be posting clones to watch over him. Just in case another…accident happens." As Obi-Wan spoke, he stared hard at Padmé, telling her, without words, that in no uncertain terms did he believe her story.

Her throat tight, she nodded. "That would be best, Obi-Wan." She said, meeting his gaze. "And you're right, we don't want a repeat of this incident."

Obi-Wan frowned, and as he did, Padmé felt some of the anxiety leave her body. Whatever Obi-Wan had thought before, she had shaken his belief in it with her firm responses. And Anakin says that politicians are useless, she thought with an inward sigh of relief.

Attempting to turn the conversation away from Anakin, Padmé asked, "Obi-Wan, do you know what's wrong with me?"

The Jedi Master's eyes flickered. "I do." He answered.

Her heat began beating fast. It must not be serious because no one's fussing over me. The medical droids didn't say anything when I woke, but then again, by that time, Anakin's vitals had started deteriorating. And if it's not serious then they wouldn't have stopped with Anakin just to tell me about something non-life-threatening. Padmé reasoned. So what could it be? My symptoms have been pretty severe for something that's no danger to me.

"Maybe you should sit down," Obi-Wan said nervously.

"Obi-Wan," Padmé said firmly, annoyance and fear beginning to color her voice, "What's wrong with me?"

"Congratulations, Senator." Obi-Wan said after a long pause, "You're pregnant."

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Pregnant.

Padmé stared with unseeing eyes. She was pregnant. With Anakin's child.

Padmé sat in the dining hall of Twilight's Rain; she had walked there after Obi-Wan told her the news. She remembered Obi-Wan calling for her as she slowly walked out, but she didn't look back or even acknowledge him as she continued to the kitchen. Now, here she sat, at a table, staring at a pink grapefruit from Naboo.

Unconsciously, she touched her stomach as her mind ran through all the changes that had to be made for the baby. She had to eat more…was this why she had been fainting? She had to prepare the baby's room. Oh, Force, where were they going to raise their child? She had to think about her position in the Senate…She had to worry about Anakin and his career…

She was pregnant. Padmé did not know whether to cry or to laugh, or to jump for joy. She was having Anakin's baby. I should have known, Padmé thought, suddenly disgusted with herself. How could I not remember Sola's pregnancy? Her sister's pregnancy had been one of the worst times in Padmé's entire life. Her strong, sweet, dedicated sister had become a mean, temperamental bitch, seemingly overnight. Sola had suffered from the worse cravings and had often acted completely out of character. Jobal, Padmé's mother, had later told them that the Naberries were notorious for having the worst pregnancy symptoms that many had ever seen.

Oh, no, Padmé thought, heart sinking, will my pregnancy be like Sola's? She remembered teasing Sola mercilessly after her pregnancy woes had disappeared, but now it looked as though Sola would have the chance to return the favor. I don't know if Anakin and Obi-Wan will be able to stomach looking at me after all of this is over. Although the thought was dire, it made Padmé laugh. But it's nothing more than they deserve for not having my grapefruit earlier.

Suddenly, the thought of twins crossed her mind. She wondered what it would be like to care for more than one at a time… Shaking her head, she shrugged the thought off; Obi-Wan had not said that she was carrying twins, so there was no need to speculate about something that wasn't. Padmé looked down at her swollen belly. "And I thought I was getting fat!" She said with a bark of laughter. "How far along am I?" She continued aloud, "Is it a boy or a girl?"

She paused as abruptly, the full force of her condition hit her; she was pregnant! She was carrying life! Her whole life, no their whole lives, hers and Anakin's, were about to change forever. This was a miracle; it had to be the Will of the Force. How else could she have conceived when both she and Anakin were on contraceptives?

"My precious baby," she crooned, rubbing her belly, her eyes shinning. "Mommy loves you already and I know Daddy will love you too."

Padmé smiled as she felt tears course down her cheeks. She was going to be a mother, and Anakin a father! She beamed as she took her grapefruit and began to peel it.

"I know you are the reason Mommy wants grapefruit," She said, speaking to her belly, "And I'm going to give you all the grapefruit that you want!"

Biting into the bitter, yet equally sweet fruit, Padmé grinned. "It looks as though life is about to get very interesting." She smiled happily and continued to rub her belly as she consumed piece after piece of grapefruit.

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