Modern AU. Padmé and Anakin, both 20 years old, are on their senior year at Columbia University. She is studying law and wants to do Doctor Juris at Harvard, plays tennis for the Lions team. Anakin is a mechanical engineering student and a quarterback with the University Team Lions. He's a good student but hopes for a career in the NFL.
Author's Note: I do not own Star Wars, Anakin Skywalker, Padmé Naberrie or any other characters. It's all Lucasfilm property: I write stories for fun, for free.
Why so much sex... well, because we couldn't get enough of George Lucas ;-)
In the eye of the storm
Chapter 6
Anakin spent the whole Sunday with his head in the books, he had no practice. It was hard to concentrate when he kept thinking about her, not that he wanted to, but he couldn't get her out of his head.
What does it mean, he wondered, thinking about someone all the time, missing them...now that they've been so close...is this love? OK. he's been in love before….no, no, he's had a crush before…. in Aayla Secura, but he was thirteen, he never touched her, not even kissed her. That does not count. He has never been in love, never really, never so consciously. When he first saw Padmé, back then two years ago, something aroused something in him...curiosity, interest, feeling, longing... the devil knows what, something he didn't know and this weird feeling that he couldn't identify, didn't want to go away for two years, it just got worse.
Back in high school, lots of pretty girls crowded around him, but not a single one had his attention and none of them were in his bed, he remembered. He didn't want to get involved with any girl around him. He figured it would only bring trouble when it was over and the end would come quickly, as he had no other interest...except physical gratification. He wasn't celibate, he met his needs from chance encounters and not that often. Was that enough? No, how was it then? Well... well...
And then she was in the foreground of his mindes again, tormenting him. What do you want from someone you love? Everything. What do you want to give someone you love? Everything. He wanted her in his life, now and later and forever. Was that a confession…..to yourself, he thought. Damn it.
You don't want to get married when you're twenty...Ben asked him. No, not at twenty, but at twenty-one... maybe. Where's the difference? He could be drafted April 25-27 next year and have a few millions on his account. Then why wait? The thoughts went too far ahead of him. Maybe she's not thinking along those lines at all, well probably not, she mentioned it, but it's too early to talk to her about it now. First savor this beginning relationship.
On New Year's Eve they will announce their relationship and then...yes, the V-Card. It was exciting just to thinking about it, the jeans were getting tighter and tighter.
His iPhone reported a text message from Padme.
*Hi Anakin, what are you doing?*
Well, she thought of him too. He smiled.
*My head is stuck between pages 86 and 87 of the book Engineering Mechanics 3 , but somehow I'm making very slow progress. My mind keeps wandering to a pretty face that I can't get out of my head...and what are you doing right now?*
*I am fighting.*
*Oh, with who?*
*I'm struggling with something.*
*And what is that something?*
*It's my Ratio that's about to leave me.*
*Uh, can I help?*
*You would only make it worse, Anakin.*
*Then it's my fault you're losing the battle with your Ratio, right?*
*Right. Normally my Ratio tells me: focus on learning, this is not the time for feelings.*
*You said you don't have any.*
*Yes, but a foot down, below my Ratio, something is upset and telling me to back down and stop fighting.*
*Are you sure you know where your Ratio is?*
*No longer.*
*Check your feelings first, Padmé, and then decide what you want.*
*Thanks for the tip, Anakin.*
*Oh, do I hear sarcasm there?*
She laughed.
*I know I have to make a choice, but I'm so insecure...I've had bad experiences in the past...and don't want to go through something like that again...do you understand me, or are you just impatient?*
*Oh, I will endure these few days until New Year's Eve….but then…..*
*Then what?*
*I will love you all my life.*
*You mean physically?*
*Not only.*
*You said to check my feelings. Have you checked yours? Do you have any?*
*Padmé, I don't want to text about my feelings, it's thing for face to face.*
*OK. Shall I come to you? I need to know now.*
*You would come to me? Now?*
*Yes.*
*Come now, I'll be waiting impatiently.*
She had to get rid of this restlessness and tension somehow, expectation and hope should replace it.
Time was a precious commodity, but if she couldn't use it for study anyway, she should at least relieve the growing tension that was plaguing her. But how? She knew he wanted her, but did he love her? She had to know.
She didn't have any prepared questions in the catalog, or anything... so she took the walk through Central Park, hoping that despite her troubled thoughts, she could define clear stances on their future relationship.
In front of the entrance to the house at W 97 St., she straightened her hair and coat and rang the bell. At the door of his apartment, she rang the bell again and a beaming Anakin answered the door.
"Hi Angel."
"Hi, am I an angel?"
"Oh yes, from heaven sent. Come in, would you like tea or coffee?"
"A whiskey would be better."
"Oh, do you need to drink courage?"
"Something like that."
"That bad Angel? Come."
He helped her out of her coat, hugged her and kissed her hair. Then he filled two glasses of whiskey, only half full, and set them on his desk. She sat on the chair and he on the edge of the bed.
"I wanted to continue our online conversation face to face...I mean you wanted to tell me about your feelings just face to face...uh, are you conscious of your feelings, if you even have any...and what are those feelings?
"Definitely love, since two years actually... if I'm to be honest with myself."
"You've loved me for two years? We've been at war for two years while you've been adorning yourself with hundreds of girls. I can't believe you."
"But it is like that and as I already told you, it was only an sham. I wanted you to see me, want you to want me."
"Well, somehow it didn't fail to have an effect. Two years ago we were teenagers, but even at eighteen you were the most handsome student on campus. I crawled into the books to avoid you, but..."
"But?"
"...I didn't succeed and I had to constantly face your challenges. I've known since the hurricane that I love you and there's no point in denying it."
"...then why did you want us to forget our...exchange?"
"That was the last twitch of my self-defense."
"I love you, Padme."
She smiled and got up and sat on the edge of the bed next to him.
"I love you too, Anakin."
He grabbed the back of her head with his hand and pulled her to him. The kiss was superficial at first, but then he licked her bottom lip and begged to come inside. She allowed it and he deepened the kiss, which ignited the fire of desire.
His hands wandered up and down her body until he began to unbutton her blouse, slowly, button by button. The curves of her breasts called out to his hands and mouth, he couldn't resist. His whole body burned.
"I want you, Padme."
"Then take me, Anakin, now."
"Are you sure you want this?"
"Now, I am."
Both let themselves fall with their backs against the soft mattress. They undressed each other and slipped under the covers.
"I could have taken a shower." she said.
"No, I like the smell of your body. You are pure and untouched and now you will be mine. Uh, do you have protection?"
"No, but nothing will happen, I know my cycle."
Both bodies engaged in a fiery dance, skin burning beneath each other's fingers, kisses and wet tongue tracks propelling both to the point of no return. He rubbed his erection at her entrance, she was more than ready, but he hated the thought of having to hurt her now.
"Put your legs on my back and be relaxed." He whispered.
He took his hardness in his hand, placed it at her entrance and continued rubbing. When he felt her relax, he slid his full length into her with a powerful thrust.
"Uuuuuh, it does hurt!" she cried.
"Shhhh, it's over, my Angel, it's over." He kissed her. "...can I move now?" he asked very quietly.
"Yes, but slowly." Those slow movements felt so good, and the longer he rocked at that pace, the more he built his way to orgasm. He found that he didn't have to accelerate to reach it. It hit him like a linebacker in one moment, he thought, only this one was incomparably more comfortable. He buried his face in the crook of her neck and now he was crying.
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Thank you for reading and stay true to me.