If Anakin Had Come In Ten Minutes Later

by dhoffman1287

This is a fanfiction following the Clone Wars Episode "The Rise of Clovis". When Padme and her ex, Rush Clovis are reunited and put on a secret assignment together, Padme's husband Anakin is sent into a rage. Will she allow herself the pleasure of being with an ex lover? Or will she stay loyal to her husband? Or will she find a way to do both...

"The opera was wonderful, but I'm glad we can get down to business." Padme said as she laid out the meal for herself and her host. Clovis concealed his grin from her by facing his portable screen. He had taken her to see The Brief Reign of Future Wraiths at the Coruscant Opera and she had all but snuggled into his lap by the second act. When they returned to his apartment, she had changed from the dramatic, sequined gown she had been wearing into something more revealing - a strapless navy dress that hugged every curve in her thin body. Her cleavage was exposed under the jewelry-like metals connecting the low cut dress to a high collar at the base of her throat.

Clovis had looked away from her when she first emerged from his private chambers in the ensemble. He did not want to be caught staring - not yet. He wanted to let this game of cat and mouse pretend a little longer. He could tell she wanted him almost as much as he wanted her. But she was toying with him - not letting him take her hand as they left the opera house though she had pressed her body so tightly against his during the show. Feigning interest in "getting down to business" as she laid out an elaborate meal for him. He almost laughed at the attempted modesty of the false high color of her dress when he could clearly see she had nothing on beneath it. Yes, she wanted him, but he needed her to make the first move - to give him the cue that she was ready to drop the facade of friends and business partners and fall back to where they had rightfully been before - lovers in the deepest sense of the word.

He felt her hand on his back as he pulled up the data files to show her. "If you look here, the Separatists haven't been paying back the interest on their loans. But, still the banking clan is promising to lend credits to the Republic. Credits they simply don't have."

"But where have all of the savings gone?" Padme asked, her eyebrows pulled together in concentration.

"Each of the files that you've downloaded show hundreds and hundreds of small withdrawals." Clovis pulled up the accounts as he spoke, Padme leaning further over his shoulder to see the computer screen. He could feel her breasts against his arm and feel her soft breath in ear. He paused for just a moment to make sure his voice would remain level. "Small enough to remain undetected individually, but as a sum total? A devastating theft." He turned to face her, but she pulled back up to her full height.

"Whoever is behind this is no fool." Padme responded. "We need to find out who is benefitting. We're still lacking a critical piece of information." Clovis closed the portable and stood up as well. He knew how serious the topic at hand was - this was his homeworld that was under fire. If he did not set things right - the Munn people would be to blame for the collapse of the entire banking system. His heart broke for his people; and yet, his heart was not fully in this conversation somehow. He walked away from the portable and over to the small table where Padme had set out the food.

"Whatever we find must remain only between you and I. This would be highly dangerous information should it get into the wrong hands." He sat down on the coach across from Padme as he finished his sentence. It did not escape his notice that she had placed her set up here instead of at the traditional table in the other room. She mirrored him, setting herself down on the edge of the couch and pouring herself a drink. The poor girl is nervous , he thought as he saw her hand tremble slightly with the pitcher.

"Of course," she said seriously. She paused, her face lightening and she let out a short giggle. "This reminds me of when we had three nights to prepare for the senate hearing to rescue Brahm Lark's planetary aqueduct system."

"And together we saved the people from total drought and famine." Clovis finished for her as she rose and stepped towards him to hand him his drink. They clinked their glasses together as she sat down next to him. She quickly raised the glass to her delicate lips, but Clovis held his glass a moment longer, surprised by her boldness in bringing up that particular event. "I don't think either of us got any sleep that whole week. Let alone ate anything."

Any food that is, he thought to himself as he took a sip of his drink to hide his smirk. He would never forget that campaign they fought together. They had spent hours preparing and researching in his small apartment, finding sustenance only in each other. Getting dressed for the hearing was strange after spending so much time wearing nothing at all. Padme was bold indeed for recounting it now. He took a long drink to steady his nerves. He wasn't sure how much longer he could hold himself back from her - but then again, her mention of Brahm Lark was a strong hint that she couldn't wait long either.

She giggled again "We're not as young as we used to be" she said before taking another sip.

It was Clovis' turn to chuckle now "We're not that old either". He slid his arm around her shoulder, squeezing it slightly. She tensed under the weight of his arm and stood up.

Clovis pushed down the frustrated growl that was building in his throat. He understood she was nervous. It had been a long time since they had been together like this. Though he had had a few more adventures with other women since they had parted ways, he couldn't imagine her doing the same. She was so pure, so moral. No, a woman like Padme would only be with one man, and he was certain that that man was him. Knowing she had not felt the touch of a man in many years stirred his sympathy for her nerves. Unfortunately, it also stirred his blood flow to start surging towards his waist.

Padme bent over before him, taking some food from the thorough spread she had laid out. She said something, but he could not focus on her words. She was very clearly raising her small ass up to his eye line so that it was all he could see. With her back turned to him, he took full advantage to explore her body with his eyes. Looking at the way the dress clung to her backside, he was entirely sure now that she was not wearing any undergarments beneath it. He smiled. Just like the old days. Her mouth speaking his name pulled his attention back to her words.

" So Clovis," she began, his eyes immediately springing back toward her head, though she was still turned around. He crossed one leg over the other to help hide the small erection that had begun budding in his trousers. "Why have you gotten so involved with the Munns?"

He turned his gaze before he responded. "I believe in the banks. The system works. The Munns aren't bad people. It's just a dishonest few who are destroying everything for their own gain."

Padme turned back to him to hand him the plate of food she had been building for him. She settled back onto the couch, sitting even closer to him than she had before, their legs practically touching. She took her own plate of food into her lap. "You know, you've never told me how you rose to such heights within the banking clan".

She averted her eyes as he shook his head, sighing. "It's not a happy story." He looked down, not expecting the conversation to have turned this way. She had such a way of making him feel exposed - she asked him to bare the deepest parts of himself with her. Of course, he would oblige. There was no one in the world he was closer to. "My father was a personal attache to the household of one of the head Munn families. We were basically servants."

"I had no idea." Padme said gently. Clovis took a bite from his plate to take a pause in his story.

He found the courage to meet her eyes as he continued "As I grew up, the head of the family took a personal interest in my education. I was the same age as his children and so we all studied together." He broke away from her eyes again, but felt hers remain upon him. "When my parents and his wife were killed in a shuttle accident, he adopted me".

"How old were you?" Padme asked, and he turned to meet her.

"Twelve."

Padme sighed, looking down. The expression in her face showed true pain for him. She was so empathetic, so caring. It was one of the things Clovis loved so much about her - one of the things he missed most while they were apart. You could never find another being in the galaxy as compassionate, or passionate, as Padme Amidala. "That must have been so hard for you." she whispered.

"I was accepted as their child everywhere we went. I almost forgot where I was from; until I looked in the mirror." The emotion building inside moved Clovis to stand and take a few steps away. Others often assumed that Clovis could be cold, unfeeling. He was too collected, too calm. But Padme was one of the few who knew this to be fully false. He felt more than most; all his emotion bubbled right under his surface. He was expertly adept at keeping it concealed. Though hidden, it was always there. Clovis had felt Padme was one of the only ones he could let the mask fall with. But for some reason, he would not let it down at this moment. Perhaps because he felt she was still holding up one of her own.

Padme rose on instinct, sensing Clovis' withdrawal. She walked towards him. "I didn't appreciate how personal this was for you." Her eyes bore into his, pleading him to let her in. The expression in her face held so much concern; so much concern and so much love for the man who was brave enough to share his secrets with her. Clovis held her gaze.

"Maybe now you will trust me" he murmured, not daring to break away from her eyes. He took a half step forward to close what little distance was between them.

Padme leaned into him further, a half smile on her lips. "I'm here, aren't I?" She breathed. He could smell her perfume - the same one she had worn so many years ago. He could feel the warmth of her breath with her closeness. It was intoxicating.

He took her small hands up in his large ones. "I want to thank you for everything that you've done for me". His professional disguise was all but vanished now, leaving earnest, raw emotion on his face and heavy in his voice. He had only ever permitted himself to be this open with one other person in the galaxy. He could not feel more privileged than to have that person in front of him now, the desire and love written on her face as clearly as it was written on his own. He hoped his tone would be able to convey all this and more to her. "I don't think I would have had this strength alone."

"Clovis, don't." She quickly cut him off, anger cutting into her thin eyebrows and pulling the corners of her mouth down.

No, not anger, Clovis recognized. Sadness. Her fingers untangled themselves from his own and she trailed them down his chest. She pulled them away just as they brushed along his belt and she turned away from him, misery taking over her frame. Her shoulders slumped forward and though he could not see her expression, he could imagine it easily on her face.

"It's that Jedi, isn't it?" He spoke his suspicions aloud. His voice was confident but he was not sure inside. He could not see his Padme falling for that brute of a man; a barbarian of war. Padme was far too sophisticated for his company and her cleverness would protect her from his Jedi mind tricks to seduce her, but oh, the Jedi would try. The Jedi's lust for his Padme was palpable. But what man would not want the senator that way? His eyebrows arched in anticipation of her answer.

"General Skywalker?" she asked in feigned surprise. Clovis felt the pang of anger burst into his chest. How dare she try to conceal her true feelings from him? He, the man who knew her best in the world. She was a good liar, but not good enough for a lover not to see through. He held his breath, waiting for her to come out with the truth.

"We're friends, nothing more" she said with a forced laugh.

The anger in Clovis's throat responded before he could. "Friends don't argue the way I saw you arguing today." He thought back to the scene he had observed earlier that day. It had been all but put out of his mind once Padme had started making her true intentions clear to him at the opera, but it came rushing back clearly now. The senator and the Jedi standing so close together as they argued in hushed tones. The Jedi with his back turned on the senator, and Padme facing him so that Clovis could see neither of their faces when he entered the room. He could heat the anger in Padme's voice though as she scolded "My sole intentions are to defend the Republic". Clovis was no fool. He knew the Jedi would be able to sense his presence within seconds. He dared not eavesdrop for long before announcing himself, cutting Padme off as she hissed "If you can't trust me…".

Her cheeks were red in frustration when she turned to look at him but her face had quickly been washed in relief when she saw it was Clovis there to rescue her from the argument. And yet, she had hesitated before following him out of the room.

"You're confused." she said, unable to hold his gaze. The false smile was gone from her face, replaced with concern. Concern for the feelings of the man she had led all evening? Or concern for the Jedi? Clovis would decipher which.

"Isn't it forbidden for a Jedi to have romantic ties? He would be banished from the order, would he not?" Clovis took a step towards Padme as he spoke, making her shrink back into herself. He could not stop his fury from lining the edges of his eyes.

"There is nothing romantic between he and I." She couldn't even finish her sentence without breaking from his eyes again, this time turning her whole body from him as she moved to step away.

Clovis's arm snatched her shoulder as she did, pulling her back to him. He was not even aware he did it, his body was moving on its own, his thoughts racing.

She had just confirmed everything he had known to be false. It did not make sense. Padme could not have had feelings for someone like General Skywalker. He was nothing more than an oaf; more wild beast than man. And yet he could see it in her face that she had love for the thug. His mind could not comprehend it. He went back over their evening together; the opera, the dress, the referencing back to their old escapades. And he was sure that Padme held feelings for him too. There was no other explanation for her behavior towards him.

It had been so long since they had last been together; she had told him how much she had missed his 'friendship'. Could she have sought out a replacement for him when she believed they had no future? Could her loneliness and longing for a man's touch really have driven her into the arms of the Jedi fiend? It was written in her eyes that it had. And now that her true beloved was here, she could not resist falling for him again; though her sense of duty would naturally keep her conflicted. Could Clovis forgive her for seeking comfort in the arms of another man? Could he ever forgive himself for forcing her to with his absence?

He knew instantly in his heart that the answer to the former at least was yes. He looked down to see he was still grasping both of her bare shoulders. Her eyes were trained on his right hand, probably trying to stop herself from swooning at his touch. He pulled her closer.

"Then there is absolutely nothing to stop us from doing this." He leaned down to kiss her, though she arched her back away from him.

"Clovis. Clovis, no". Padme protested, as sternly as she could. The last few moments had really gotten away from her. The events of the evening played back in her mind as well, though hers were filled with regret. After arguing with her husband in the morning, she could not help but let her frustration with him pull her into Clovis. She knew how much it would anger him to see her closeness to her former lover and she revealed in it, remembering how he had thought he could demand anything from her. She was not his property, and even if he was not there to see it, she would prove that to him.

But now things had gone too far. She had been in complete control when Clovis's eyes had all but devoured her body in her evening gown. She had been in control when she used her body to press against his - always keeping hers out of reach when he went to reciprocate. But now Clovis had her trapped, intent on making her follow through with what she had teased him with. His lips smashed into hers, trying hungrily to part them. She felt his tongue tracing the bow of her lip as she pursed hers tighter together. She raised her hands to his chest and pushed him back. He reluctantly pulled off of her, keeping his hands on her shoulders. She did not immediately turn from him or pull his hands off of her. She knew in her heart she was partially to blame for his advances. Instead of feeling indignation at his forwardness, she felt pity. The man was obviously still in love with her, and she would be lying if she didn't get a hint of satisfaction from that fact. But Padme was in love with her husband, no matter how annoying he could be.

"Clovis…" she started, but he put a finger to her lips. He was deep in thought, trying to make sense of her rejection.

He knew this is what she wanted. But he knew her sense of duty to the Jedi was making her hold back from him. She was refusing to give into him, afraid of what emotions it would unlock within her. But she also was not fighting him. This woman who had been on hundreds of military missions, acted as a spy, taken on a nexu, killed thousands of battle droids; was unable to break from his kiss? No, her body wanted this, even if her mind was torn.

Clovis knew then what he must do. He must remind her that she belonged with him. She had no real allegiance to the Jedi. She needed him to show her that. He wrapped his great arms around her back and pulled her in for another kiss, this time making sure it was one she could not bend away from.

He felt her body tense against him in surprise. Her arms tried to wiggle free, but they were trapped between their two bodies. His tongue, now more sure of itself, was able to slip between her tight lips and explore her mouth. Her body was small enough that his arms could wrap fully around it, so with her frame still securely held in place against him, he was able to use his fingertips to brush along the top of her breasts.

Despite herself, Padme felt a small moan let out from her lips. It had been so long since she and Anakin were physically together. She had not realized how much she longed to be touched. But this was wrong. She wanted her husband to touch her like this. Not this man.

A small part of her mind started to recall a time when she had wanted Clovis to touch her like this. It was so long ago, but she still remembered how excited she would get as she made her way to his apartment, knowing what was in store for her. She tried to close out this memory - to focus on freeing herself from his grasp, but her mind was confused. She remained mostly frozen, at war with herself. Wanting so much more, but from her husband, not Clovis. Wanting to make Anakin as angry as he had made her; wanting to show him that she was not his property. Perhaps wanting to give into the small part of her mind that held feelings for her childhood lover. She could not decide, so she made no decisions and let Clovis control her like a ragdoll.

The sound that escaped Padme was all the confirmation Clovis needed to continue. His hand that was not tracing Padme's cleavage rubbed along her back until he discovered the zipper holding it on her body. He slowly inched it down, receiving no encouragement nor protest from the wearer. He stopped just at the top of her ass, her small round cheeks just peeking out. He pulled off of her mouth and began sucking along her neck and collar bone.

"No, Clovis. No." Padme protested, but her heart was clearly not in it. Her eyes were rolled back slightly and she did not struggle as he loosened his hold on her to take her ass cheeks in his hand. He squeezed each side gently before migrating his fingers around her hips and tracing her lips through her dress. He could feel through the thin fabric that she was getting wet for him. His cock throbbed inside his trousers, asking to be set free and seek comfort inside her.

"Rush, please." Padme tried again as he lifted her off the ground. He tucked her into his chest and started walking her towards his private quarters. The movement helped provide her with some clarity. She did not want things to get too far. She pushed off of his chest and rolled to the floor before the couch.

"Padme," he said gently. She ignored him as she used the arm of the couch to start to pull herself up. Before she was able to, she felt his weight lean into her back, pinning her bent over body between his and the cushions.

"You know you want this". He said softly in her ear. His breath tickled her neck and she paused her struggle against him. She heard the tearing of fabric as his strong hands ripped open the small slit in her dress all the way up to her waist, draping the silk behind her to expose her bare ass. He rubbed his hand over it and then followed through to her inner thighs.

"You know how wet you are." He said as he covered his fingers in her fluids. He paused, then she felt his wet tongue trace the route his fingers had taken. Her body quivered. He was unable to press her with his body from this position, but she did not move from it. She didn't even breathe. She didn't want him to stop. She didn't want him to go any further.

She felt his tongue at her entrance, playing there. She wanted nothing more than to push her hips down onto him and feel him lick her inner walls. But she did not dare. She was blameless up until now. Her face had been positioned towards the pillows. Laying frozen in place, she was able to fantasize that it was her husband's tongue causing this reaction from her, as it had when they were first married and he had had the time to please her physically.

Clovis could feel the excitement building in Padme's body; containing his own was becoming painful. He kept one firm hand on her thigh, his thumb stroking her clitoris, as he rose slightly to loosen his belt. It was a difficult task with one hand, so he looked down to study the latch when he heard the doors to the apartment slide open. He looked up to lock eyes with the Jedi - his face twisted in rage. A smirk crossed Clovis's lips as he imagined the view the General must be taking in. Clovis, undoing his pants, standing above the naked backside of the woman they were both in love with.

The smile quickly disappeared as he felt the muscles in his neck tighten. He reached up to grab at his throat as a gasp escaped from his lips.

"Get away from her" The Jedi roared, his arm outstretched. Clovis felt the ground lift from beneath him as he struggled for air. His body flew into the wall as the Jedi ran toward him. Padme finally rose, attempting to cover herself with her ripped dress, her once perfect hair falling out of the two buns it had been tucked in.

The Jedi drew his blue lightsaber and it hummed to life. Now it was Padme's face that twisted up in rage.

"Anakin - no!" She warned.

"Why don't you try fighting like a man without your Jedi tricks?" Clovis panted, relieved to have unconstricted airways once more. He stood as the Jedi cracked a wicked smile.

"It would be my pleasure." He snarled, throwing his lightsaber behind him and raising his fists.

"What would you know about pleasure?" Clovis taunted, raising his own fists in the air. "From the way your woman craves me, I'd venture you haven't ever been able to please her. And now, when she has the opportunity, you would deny her?"

To the surprise of every person in the room, Anakin hesitated in his rage. Clovis knew he had hit on the truth.

Padme's thoughts mirrored Anakin's as she thought back to what her sexuality had looked like over the last year; Anakin away for weeks, sometimes months at a time, only to come home for short, secret visits. He often only had time for quick rendezvous, with enough time to get her excited but not usually enough to satisfy her completely, though he always left content. Padme had not realized until tonight how much she missed being touched like a woman.

She recalled how awful he had been to her this morning; how possessive he was over someone he wasn't even taking proper care of. She let her anger over his lack of attention wash away any feelings of guilt or shame. He was driving her to this with the way he was acting.

Clovis took advantage of the Jedi's momentary falter in confidence and pressed on. "You think I was doing anything here that was not wanted? This is what Padme needs. Let the stain against the cushion there be evidence enough."

Anakin looked at Padme, who refused to meet his gaze. The wet puddle on the sofa where his wife had been laying did not escape his attention. He longed to touch her - to see if this man made his wife as wet as he could. He stepped towards her, anger still in his face but mixed with pain; pain and desire.

Padme's eyes finally met his own and he saw all of the same emotions mirrored back at him. He could feel her frustration through the force - her frustration with him as well as her sexual frustration at not having been tended to for so long and being interrupted at her chance to rectify that situation.

He could also feel her passion, her longing for him. It was not his imagination. This was a show she was putting on just for him - Clovis was simply a lucky participant. She wanted him to be angry. She wanted him to be jealous. It was what he deserved for failing so long as a husband.

An understanding passed between them. The smallest hint of a smile pulled at the corner of Padme's mouth. She pushed a fallen strand of hair behind her ear, pulled herself up to her tallest height, and looked toward Clovis.

"I believe this Jedi needs to be taught a lesson." she said. Her demeanor had tangibly shifted. No longer was she frozen with uncertainty. Now she walked like she did when on the senate floor; confidence oozing off of her. She was a woman who knew what she wanted.

Though her appearance was slightly disheveled - her hair falling out of her two deflated buns, her dress falling slightly off her chest as her back lay exposed, and her dress ripped up the side, revealing small peaks at her toned legs beneath - she had never looked more beautiful to Anakin. He was back to being the nine year old servant boy he was when he met her; worshiping the very ground she walked on.

She touched Clovis' chest as she looked back at Anakin. "The boy has clearly forgotten his place; caught up in some fantasy about me." Her fingers trailed down Clovis' body until they rested on the bulge below his belt. "Let's make him watch. Least he think I am anyone's property again; especially his own."

Rage flared up inside Anakin again, but this time, another emotion equally as strong accompanying it: desire. He held back his tongue. As much as he hated the thought of seeing another man pleasing his wife, he could not deny the hardening of his thick member as he pictured it. It was a punishment, yes. It would hurt him to see his wife this way. But it was a tortuous performance. His wife was the puppetmaster, pulling the strings to get herself off; and turn her husband on. He wanted her so badly, he fell to his knees before her.

Clovis seemed not to even notice him there. "Then let's give him something worth watching." he said wickedly, not breaking his lock on Padme's eyes. She was so different from when he had known her. He wasn't sure if this was a disappointing or exciting fact, but he did know that it caused his erection to swell once more as he pulled her back into arms. He picked her up and gently dropped her down onto the couch before Anakin, taking care to position his own body so that the Jedi would have a clear view.

In two strong pulls, Clovis widened the slit in the dress until it completely came apart, leaving Padme's naked body exposed before the two men. Clovis had been reliving this image of Padme these last few years, but he realized now that his memory did not do her justice. Her skin was perfectly white and smooth. Her body was impressively toned. Though small in stature, her legs seemed to take up most of her shape, curving gracefully in and back out at her waist. Her breasts were small but perked to full attention; her pink nipples hard and inviting.

Clovis decided to start there, and from a kneeling position on the floor, bent over her and took one into his mouth, massaging the other one with his hand. Padme, who had been so quiet before having an audience, now moaned freely as he sucked on her the way she liked. He took her other breast in his mouth, running circles with his tongue. His fingers trailed around her chest and then began to gravitate lower, feeling the curves of her hips and then rounding his route towards her thighs. Again, he began stroking her inner thighs, feeling her heat on his fingers, tracing her outer lips. Again he felt her grow moist under his touch, felt her body rock towards him as he approached her entrance.

Padme gasped as he inserted a finger inside her, sweeping along her inner walls. He continued swirling his tongue between her breasts as he added a second and then third finger, slowly pumping them in and out of her. He used his thumb to stimulate her clitoris as he went, evoking more sounds from the woman before him. His own body ached to enter hers, but he calmed himself. He wanted her to enjoy every moment of this.

Padme felt his lips meander away from her nipples, trailing down her stomach, kissing her softly. They landed in the small patch of hair she kept neatly placed between her legs and gave her another kiss here. She could feel his lips part as they ever so slowly inched further down, replacing his thumb on her sweetest spot. As he thrust his tongue around her; she closed her eyes and raked her fingers through his hair. She let another groan pass through her lips as she rolled her head slightly to look at her husband.

As they locked eyes, she saw the anger she knew she would see on his face. She saw the expected pain in his eyes. And she saw the hoped for lust in his bulging erection. Even on his knees, in his robes, she could clearly see it. Anakin was so large, it was hard for him to ever hide it successfully. His hand was slowly stroking it from the outside of his robe. She did not break her eyes from his as she felt Clovis' tongue slip inside her and begin painting her inner walls. His thumb resumed its former role and she whined in anticipation. She could feel her body building up as he thrust his tongue in and out of her, sucking her vagina of all its sweet juices. Her hips began involuntarily thrusting, but his strong hand held her down to the cushion.

"I'm going to cum for you Rush." She whimpered, staring into her husband's eyes as she lost control. Her body bucked upwards and her thighs clamped onto Clovis, not wanting to let her orgasm go. She cried out in delight as she squirted. Anakin's hand had disappeared into his pants as he let out a moan of his own. He himself was not sure if it was a sound of pain or pleasure.

Clovis pulled back from Padme; triumphant. He continued working her labia with his fingers as his other hand went to his belt. He successfully undid the buckle without interruption this time and slid it off the loops. He unfastened the top of his pants and pulled them below his buttocks. Before releasing his member though, he suddenly grabbed Padme by the hips and flipped her over onto her stomach. He helped her up onto her knees and arched her back so that she would be ready to receive him.

Padme remembered this move from their past time together. She felt his smooth head pull along her lips and rest at her entrance. She quivered with anticipation.

Clovis paused. He flashed a smile at the Jedi. "Observe what you will never be good enough to have" he purred as he thrust himself into Padme's pussy. He let out a long moan as he was squeezed by her tight walls. He buried himself as deeply inside her as he could. He leaned forward and massaged her breasts with one hand while he used the other to steady himself as he began thrusting in and out of her. He hoped she was close. He wasn't going to be able to last long like this, and he certainly was not in the frame of mind for stopping.

He was so absorbed in his own pleasure that he didn't notice Padme had grown quiet. Though his movement inside her did not feel bad per say, it did not feel good either. In fact, she could barely feel anything at all. She had not experienced this before; at least from what she remembered of being with Clovis. She had not found him lacking in any way. She turned her head to look at her husband as the sound of Clovis' balls slapping against her backside rivaled the animalistic noises coming from his throat.

Anakin had paused his own movement. He could feel the shift in his wife and stared at her, inquisitive. She could see the outline of his fully erect cock along his leg and grew hungry for it to be inside her. After Anakin, no one else could compare.

Clovis may have been able to fuck her properly when she was young and inexperienced. She had thought him to be fairly well endowed back then. But Anakin was huge - able to reach her in places no other man would ever be able to. She suddenly found Clovis's grinding to be an annoyance. She needed the real thing. Anakin, still feeling her emotions through the force, understood immediately what she needed from him.

Clovis grunted from behind her. "I'm going to…" he moaned.

"Not inside me" Padme commanded. That privilege was reserved for her husband. She saw Anakin smirk from the corner of her eye.

Clovis pulled his cock out of her and flipped her onto her back in one smooth motion. He tugged on his shaft and released himself over Padme's tits and stomach, soaking her in his cum. Now that she could see him properly, she had to bite back a smile. No, he was nowhere near as special as Anakin.

Clovis threw his head back and sighed, happily. He looked back at Padme, a lazy grin on his face, his eyes taking on a dreamy expression.

"Clovis, you are exhausted now. You must retire." Anakin murmured from his place on the floor, his eyes closed in concentration, his hand outstretched. He knew that Clovis was usually too strong willed to be manipulated, but his current state of mind would make him weak and susceptible to Anakin. Besides, Clovis had tired himself out - the Jedi was not suggesting anything he did not want to do.

"Yes," Clovis responded dreamily. He stood and tucked up his shrinking penis back into his pants. He took Padme's hand in his own and kissed it fervently. "Good night, my love". He purred, before drifting off down the hall towards his bedchambers. He shut the door behind him, leaving husband and wife in silence.

They sat perfectly still for several moments; neither one of them daring to speak. Padme wanted to rise and purge herself of the sticky substance that pooled on her stomach, but she did not know what to expect from her husband. He raised his eyes to look at her, again burning with fury.

"What the fuck?" He finally managed.

"Let's not start there, Anakin." Padme pleaded. "We both know how much you enjoyed it" she motioned towards his evident erection, eyeing it hungrily.

Anakin seemed at a loss for words for a moment, unable to deny the obvious. He pulled himself together enough to spit out, "I told you he wanted to fuck you. You refused to acknowledge it. And then you fucked him in front of me? I think 'What the fuck' is a pretty good place to start."

Padme shook her head, sitting up on the couch. She felt the liquid drip down off of her as she did, and she saw Anakin watching the droplets fall to the cushions below her.

"You didn't trust me. Maybe I knew he wanted to fuck me, but it wasn't relevant to my mission. But then you tried to command me. You don't own me, Anakin." She paused, dropping her gaze now.

"And if you did, you'd be doing a pretty poor job of it. When was the last time you really fucked me?"

Anakin opened his mouth to protest - a million excuses on his mind; he was gone so much of the time, the council was always calling him back from her apartment, their time together was so short. But none of the reasons really mattered, not if Padme had to derive her pleasure from another man in order to get any satisfaction. The thought stirred Anakin's desire again. He wanted to make this right. He wanted to remind her that he was the only one worth fucking. He could feel her lack of content with how Clovis had performed. He could make it up to her.

Padme had risen and gone to the cabinet for a towel, drying along her midsection. Anakin could not get off his knees when he saw her naked body there in the moonlight. She was the most beautiful creature he had ever beheld. An angel still to this day. She was the first and only woman he had ever seen naked. Knowing that he was not the same for her made him want to prove himself more; to measure up and surpass all the other men who had had his wife.

She caught his eye as she finished washing herself off. Slowly, she reached up and pulled the rest of her hair out of the pins and combs that kept it in what was left of her buns. She did not cover herself as she reset her hair into one tight bun on the top of her head. She enjoyed feeling Anakin's eyes take her in.

When she felt her hair was back in order, she crossed the room back towards her husband. She knelt down next to him on the floor and slowly began removing the top of his robes. He did not rush her, merely cooperating when she would tap his arm or nudge his head. He sat before her with his chest exposed now and she admired his strong pectorals, clearly defined before her. His arms were thick with muscle, toning his shoulders down to his wrists. His abdomen was perfectly chiseled into six sections, each rising and falling with his breath. She placed her hands on his chest and lowered her head so that their noses bumped together. She breathed him in and explored the newly exposed skin.

Anakin enjoyed the feel of her soft fingertips, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind them. Despite this, he grabbed her hand to stop her.

"I need to make this right for you." He whispered, looking up into his wife's eyes.

"I want to touch you." She said truthfully; but he stopped her again.

"Not yet" He grabbed her from under her thighs and easily stood up with her, carrying her back over to the couch. He lay his wife gently down and parted her legs with his hands. He took in the sight of her pussy and he remembered his own eagerness for this. But he pushed his selfishness aside. There would be time for that yet.

As he had little experience, he mostly relied on Padme's tutelage for how to please her. But watching her squirm and scream for Clovis had inspired Anakin with some new ideas. He leaned in and began kissing and licking Padme's inner thighs. His strong hands held each leg in place, and Padme's fingers wrapped themselves up in his hair. He came to her outer lips and gently parted them with his tongue to reveal the inner ones.

"Yes, Ani." Padme breathed. "Yes, like that". She closed her eyes in concentration as she felt his tongue explore her labia. She tried to squirm to get him closer to where she wanted him, but he held her thighs fast. The pressure of his fingers on her skin urged on her arousal.

She nearly lost her breath when she felt him suck on her clitoris. Still sensitive from its prior play session, Anakin rolled it between his lips, caressing it with the tip of his tongue and bringing a moan out of Padme. He was so good at whatever he tried. His tongue licked a clean path from her clit to inside her, causing her to cry out in surprise and pleasure. Every part of his body was long and muscular - including his tongue. He carved out a path through her wet tunnel with it, putting pressure on her sweet walls. He had always loved how his wife tasted and he drank her in.

Anakin adjusted his grip on Padme's thigh so that his thumb could stimulate her clit, just the way he had seen Clovis do. Padme's breathing was labored as she tried to remain in control. She pushed her hips up against Anakin's hands, asking him to go deeper and harder into her.

He paused for a moment, unsure of himself. Though he lacked experience in the physicalities of sex, he was certainly no stranger to conversations around the topic. As one might expect in his time around slavers, spying in the underworld, and in the military, he was exposed to some of the more vulgar characters in the galaxy. The one flashing into his head at the moment being Hondo Ohnaka, a Weequay pirate and self-proclaimed lover of millions. Anakin felt his wife trembling in anticipation for him as he remembered Hondo's excitement at learning Anikan could speak Huttese. Though many traders and travelers could understand it, Anakin could fluently speak the language.

Laughing, Hondo had revealed that he too had a silver tongue for the sluggish language. "The best language to speak into any cunt." He boasted, detailing to Anakin the results of doing so until Obi-wan had intervened.

Anakin wasn't sure exactly how to "speak to a cunt", but he wanted to try. He pushed his lips up against Padme's inner ones and, feeling slightly stupid, began pushing some phrases into her with his lips and tongue.

"Bona nai kachu" he oozed, the words themselves thankfully muffled and completely drowned out by Padme's response. She could not stop the sounds coming out of her, though she knew somewhere in her mind she was going to wake up Clovis if she didn't stop. Anakin's mouth didn't let up and he was barely able to get a few phrases out before he felt her muscles contract involuntarily and felt the burst of Padme's orgasm fill up his mouth.

Making a mental note to thank Hondo for the advice, Anakin slowed his movements and gently pulled back from his wife's trembling pussy. She continued whimpering softly as he returned to her thighs, kissing them lightly. Padme was not moving, her hands covered her face as Anakin watched her breathing slowly return to normal. He stroked the soft skin along her legs and hips, wondering if he should take her home now. They shouldn't be here much longer like this in Clovis' apartment. He moved to see if he could salvage her dress, but her hand caught his arm.

"Anakin" she whispered, pulling him back to her. He sat down on the couch and leaned in to kiss her mouth. She gently returned the kiss, letting their tongues intertwine. He could feel how tired she was, but there was another feeling within her, growing in strength. A powerful yearning was consuming his wife as her kiss became more aggressive, no longer letting his tongue have the upperhand. She bit at his lip as her hands grazed over the long rod, hard in his pants.

Anakin went to stop her - he wasn't sure she could take much more, but she swatted his hand away and tugged on his waistband. She reached into his pants to free the snake within, marveling at how much bigger he seemed tonight after having had something to compare it to. She squeezed him along his shaft, and rubbed her thumb over his head, expressing a few drops of precum from his slit.

He moaned softly and again went to move her hands away. This night was supposed to be all about her. Padme fought back against him, plunging her mouth defiantly over his tip and his hands flew up to her hair as he let out another groan. She had never been very good at this. Her mouth was small and her experience, though greater than his own, was still limited. She was thankful that he had nothing else to compare it to, because the way he howled made her feel like she was the more gifted woman in the world. She could only take about a quarter of his length in her mouth, but she used her hands to stimulate the rest of his shaft, alternating frequently with gently squeezing his balls. She let her tongue swirl around him and sucked hard on his member, twisting her head just the way he liked. His hands grasped at her hair, her hips, her breasts, as he tried to maintain control.

"Padme….Padme…..Padme," he tried, but he couldn't bring himself to speak beyond her name. Her mouth was so warm and soft around him; he was worried he was going to burst before he got to fuck his wife properly. With deep concentration, he unclenched his fingers from her hair and trailed them down her body. She released his member as she felt his fingers penetrate her, taking her by surprise.

She was still so sensitive from her last orgasm, but he was building up her anticipation again. Deep within her, she began to feel an emptiness that only Anakin could fill out. She craved his hard cock inside her. His fingers were good, but they were not enough.

"Anakin," she panted as he thrust deeper into her, "Anakin, please. Please let me feel you inside me now."

Anakin smirked. "You want me to fuck me like Clovis?" He asked. It was meant as a joke but there was still some anger haunting his eyes.

"Oh Anakin; you couldn't if you tried." Padme had intended her words to be a complement. Any way he fucked her with his massive cock would be better than what Clovis could do. Instead, Anakin understood it as a challenge. He would satisfy his wife beyond what any other man could do. He took his hand out of her and flipped her onto all fours, just as he had seen Clovis do before.

His penis, still slick with his wife's saliva, stood tall and eager to enter Padme. He slid his tip through her parted lips and rubbed along her labia. She moaned in anticipation. He grabbed her breasts from behind her and played with her nipples between his fingers.

"Oh, Anakin. Please, Anakin" she begged, her eyes shut tight in concentration on the sensation he was creating within her. He let his manhood play with her for another moment, her legs shaking with suspense. He placed his tip at her entrance, feeling her wet, warm cunt pulling him in.

He took hold of Padme's hips. "Ready?" He asked her. She nodded silently, biting her lip. Anakin began to push his way into her, slowly so as not to hurt her. He was only half way enveloped in her when she let out a gasp of both pain and pleasure. He reduced his speed as much as he could; pulling out slightly and then into her further so that she began rocking with pleasure as she moaned from the pain.

"Holy fuck, Anakin" she growled, still a few more inches to go, "You're the chosen one alright." Anakin cracked a smile and then wickedly slammed the rest of the way into her. She cried out in pain as he let himself marinate in her, rubbing her clitoris with one hand and rolling her nipples with the other to help her cope. She was breathing hard, needing his support to keep herself up. She tried controlling the low moans that were escaping her throat, but she was unsuccessful. Part of her mind wondered if anyone had ever been split right in two from being speared on a cock. But most of her mind was filled with the wonderful sensation that came from Anakin hitting her g-spot. Pain and pleasure were equally alive in her body. As Anakin was still, both were fading.

"More, Anakin '' she begged, and he jumped to action, slowly thrusting in and out of his wife. Her hips began to move in unison with his own, letting him feel the tightness of her pussy. The slowness was just as much for him as it was for her. He wanted to be sure she would cum first. He tried very hard not to focus on the sensation of his own cock plowing through her body, but just the motion itself and the effect it was having on his wife. Involuntarily, his movements gained speed and he thrust deeper and deeper inside of her.

"Oh, Anakin, right there, right fucking there." Padme choked out. Her breath was getting in the way of her speech. He changed to fast, short thrusts right into her G-spot as she exploded in pleasure around him, drenching his balls with her pussy juice. Her cunt got impossibly tighter around him and he grunted, desperate to not let his extancy end.

"I am one with the force and the force is with me. I am one with the force and the force is with me." Anakin repeated his mantra, trying to cling on to his control. His breathing regulated and his orgasim began to subside. But Padme would not let him have it.

She regained enough of her own senses to push away from him, his dick sliding out from between her legs. She turned to face him and gently pushed him down onto the couch, wanting to be in full control of her husband's orgasm. Holding his curious eyes with her own, she stepped her leg over him and slowly lowered herself down onto his shaft.

His breathing quickened and he began chanting his mantra with haste. Padme winced slightly in pain as he entered her fully, impossibly deep inside her. He completely filled her up, like he was made perfectly for fucking her.

She leaned forward, his cock moving with her body and she took one of his nipples in her mouth, rolling it nibbling it gently with her lips. She repeated the move with his other nipple and sat back on him. She slowly began rocking her hips, reaching behind her to squeeze his scrotum as she did so. Anakin's chants became a slur of moans and swears as she moved, making her smile in her accomplishment. But her smile quickly faded as she realized the effect it was having on her body as well as him. Her raw, sensitive pussy was enjoying the friction inside her too much, and she felt the familiar build up in her muscles.

No, she thought. She refused to orgasm thrice before her husband even came once. She slowed her grinding, but it was too late for Anakin. He grabbed onto her hips and began grinding them for her, much faster than she had. Padme could not stop the cries that escaped from her lips as he fucked her hard and deep. She could not put up any resistance as he moved her the way he pleased, ravaging her body in the process. Her mind, usually filled with a million thoughts at once, suddenly flowed empty as the only thing that could occupy it was the ecstasy of her orgasm; the strongest yet.

Her walls clamped down so hard on him that Anakin could not stop the cum that burst from his cock and up into her womb. He panted and moaned as he pumped every drop he had into her body as she lay, immobilized by her own release.

They laid still together, listening to each other's ragged breaths become steady once more. Though growing soft now, Anakin could not bring himself to pull out of his wife. He rubbed her back as she lay collapsed on top of him, physically worn out from the events of the night.

Finally, as the first hint of sunlight started to peek through the windows, Anakin sighed and pulled Padme off his body and to his side. She looked at him sleepily; clearly displeased.

"We should go. Clovis will be waking up soon." He murmured, kissing her hair.

"Fuck Clovis." She said, closing her eyes and rolling over, her naked body burrowing into his for warmth.

"You already did, remember?" Anakin teased, successful in getting her to open her eyes again.

"Who could remember after fucking you?" She said seriously.

She rose from the couch; ready to take her husband back to her own apartment, and ride him until he too forgot the name Rush Clovis.