"…the look in her eye gave all the context he needed. This was the Padme he adored…more intense than the hottest sun – when she allowed it. Like now.

She [Padmé] walked to the side of the rented speeder and unfurled the blankets in the back seat.

"A lot of quiet places in these lower levels," she said. "You're the pilot. Think you can find us somewhere private?"

Abridged Excerpt from Star Wars: Brotherhood by Mike Chen, Chapter 6

Prologue

Anakin picked Padmé up in one fluid motion, easing her down onto his lap in the back of the speeder. She moaned into his ear, instantly eliciting a familiar, biological response. He closed his eyes tightly. It was taking every ounce of his self-control not to take her that instant. It had been months since they made love on Naboo. Anakin had burned for her. His body had ached every night. At the Jedi temple, relief was not something easy to come by.

"Oh, how I've missed you," he whispered huskily, before capturing her lips passionately. He moaned into her mouth, grinding himself against her.

"Me too, Anakin," Padmé whispered hotly in between kisses. Her fingers tangled in his light brown hair. "Every night, I imagine your hands caressing me, holding me…"

"Stroking you?" Anakin interjected, an impish curl to his lips.

Padmé's eyes fluttered closed as Anakin eased his hand down the waist band of her pants. "Ye-Yes," she stuttered as Anakin found the jumble of nerves that incited her body to contort in pleasure.

"I can feel you've been thinking about this for a while," Anakin said, smiling, his strong fingers rhythmically caressing her. He found a pace that soon made Padmé quiver.

He watched her come undone under heavily lidded eyes as his desire grew to the point of discomfort. He strained through his pants, desperate for relief.

"Anakin, I need you. Now!" Padmé said breathlessly, answering his desperate mental pleas.

She fumbled between them, undoing his trousers, pulling them down far enough to grant her access to the most forbidden part of him. Lowering her own restrictive garments, she straddled him.

Anakin could feel the heat from her core radiate across his lower abdomen. With his hand, he guided himself inside of her. He groaned at the sensation of her enveloping him, unprepared for the intensity after so many months apart.

"Does that feel good, my love?" It was Padmé's turn to tease as she maneuvered her hips in an innovative way.

Anakin tossed his head back, unable to breathe as she eased her body up and down upon him. His robotic hand, sheathed in its black leather glove, held her back, silently guiding her. His breath came out in harsh pants as her movements quickened.

"Please," was all he could utter.

"Please what, Ani?" Padmé whispered in his ear.

She watched as his eyes darkened with passion, sweat beading at his temples. She shrieked in delight when Anakin suddenly lifted her up and flipped her onto her back. She loved when he used the force to move her in preternatural ways. She felt the rest of her clothes leave her body, the night air wafting over her erect nipples.

Anakin's mouth was on her, his lips trailing from her neck down to the most intimate part of her. Grasping his head, Padmé moaned as he sought to devour every ounce of her.

Watching her writhe beneath him was too much for Anakin to take. Wrapping her legs around his waist, he sheathed himself within her. Padmé's back arched, matching Anakin's powerful thrusts. A light flashed behind her eyes as a radiating warmth spread from her head to her toes, which curled within her boots.

Anakin felt the, now familiar, coil in his lower abdomen begin to build to a point of no return. His own release soon followed, more powerfully than any he had felt before. He emptied his essence within her, moaning into her neck as he shuddered to completion.

Padme stroked Anakin's head as he lay sated against her chest. Their breathing slowly returned to normal.

After a few minutes, Padme broke the silence. "We're going to have to be more careful."

"What do you mean?" Anakin murmured sleepily, fighting against the post-coital haze.

"What if I get pregnant, Anakin?" she said, her tone suddenly turning serious.

Lifting himself up on a forearm, Anakin looked down at her.

"Would having a baby with me be so terrible?" he asked, almost looking hurt.

"Of course not!" Padme replied. "But we would never be able to get away with it. You'd be expelled from the order, me from the senate!"

"What can we do?" Anakin asked in confusion. "Are there ways to prevent it?"

Padme smiled softly at his naivety. Placing a hand on his cheek, she said, "Next time, when you feel yourself losing control, release outside of me." She blushed at her frankness, suddenly feeling chagrined.

"Oh," Anakin replied, the realization dawning on him. "I may need more practice with that," he smirked. "Can you teach me?"

"You're insatiable," she said with a grin as Anakin entered her once more.