An Anakin/Padme Vignette (Completed)

“Everything is locked down so tightly, m’lady, that not even a Nubian shadowmite could wriggle through a crack in durocrete,” Captain Typho announced proudly. Hands behind his back he lifted his chin to a more imperious pose.

Just over his shoulder a shadow distracted Padme. For a brief second her concentration wavered and her eyes shifted, and the shadow was gone. But it had been there. She knew it and she knew whose shadow it was. It wasn’t like him to be so careless. Anyone could’ve seen it. A little to the left she saw the silhouette at the entrance to her bedroom. It paused momentarily, the eyes she could not see boring into her intently, the force suggestion to excuse herself and come to the bedroom strong.

‘I get it,’ Padme thought to herself. ‘He wants ME to see him and know that he got through all that security…again.’ She snorted. ‘Some shadowmite!’

“Excuse me?” Captain Typho tilted his head at the sound. “Did you say something, m’lady? Is anything amiss?”

Padme heard the soft chuckle in her mind. “No, Captain,” she shook her head and smiled, “I think you’ve done a fantastic job once again.”

Captain Typho smiled at her compliment and bowed. “Thank you. I wish you would let us keep cameras on your bedroom, though. I would feel much safer.”

Padme sighed. Every day it was the same argument. “I appreciate your concern, Captain, but it’s the one place I have that’s all mine. I just got too tired of no privacy. All I have to myself is my bedroom and the ‘fresher. R2 does just fine and Anakin Skywalker has shored up the room with security so I can have that privacy.”

Captain Typho frowned. Why did she have to bring that boy up again? There was little Anakin could do that their security could not. Why let him maneuver around in what was their territory? Nubian honor was at stake here and he was just a boy of twenty! What could he possibly add to their preparations? He sighed, knowing that wasn’t quite fair. After all, Anakin DID save her from those poisonous kohuns. Even their cameras wouldn’t have picked up their presence until it was too late. He could sense things concerning the senator that they could not. Why was that? Still, it was a hard pill to swallow.

“M’lady, Anakin Skywalker will be here later to help with your security,” Captain Typho informed stiffly. “The Jedi are sending him over after a meeting. Half the time he’s here I don’t even see him!”

“You’re not supposed to see him, captain,” Padme smiled, sympathetically. “That’s his job, to be as invisible as possible. As long as I know where he is, that’s all that counts. He’s very good at what he does.”

‘Who can argue with that?’ Typho wondered, giving in. The boy was good.

“You’re right, m’lady,” Captain Typho bowed. “Now, if you will excuse me, I will be downstairs monitoring the situation. Dorme will be here if you need her.”

‘You don’t need her.’ The force fed thought touched her mind. ‘You need me.’

Padme stifled a grin. Maybe she would play with him for a bit. “Yes, Captain, I may chat with her a while before I retire.”

‘Oh, no you don’t.’ The warning skirted through her. Before she could think of another reply to set him off she felt him through the force move behind her, the thought of his breath on the back of her neck lifting the hairs there. Under the dress that she’d thrown on over the black jumpsuit hands slid low, cupping the heat of her, fingers stroking through the fabric. She clenched a fist and tried to concentrate elsewhere but the sensation of his hands moved up to caress her breasts through the slick material.

‘Get rid of him.’

Padme caught her breath, her heart flip flopping in her chest. “Thank you, Captain. And I will have Skywalker check in with you when he arrives.”

Pleased at that, he bowed again. “Thank you, m’lady. Sleep well.”

‘She’s not going to be sleeping.’ The force whispered to her in the sound of Anakin’s voice in her ear.

Padme shivered, her face flushing, and she quickly returned, “I will.”

When Typho left, Padme spun on her heel and searched for Anakin but he was not in the room. Her bedroom had become her sanctuary where not even Dorme could come and go as she pleased anymore. Not since Anakin had come back into her life. Ever since he’d towered over her and accused her of saying he was all grown up she’d banished Dorme from the room. Those blue eyes had pierced her defenses and only Dorme’s worried frown had pulled her back from the brink of what would have been disastrous. Then Dorme had caught sight of the smirk he’d given as Padme walked away. Padme had seen him in the mirror and almost turned to him and demanded he take her then and there, but Dorme’s presence had saved her…and she didn’t want to be saved anymore. Not from Anakin, anyway.

A thrill of expectation unfurled along her nerve endings at the thought of what lay behind the door. Those blue eyes, that wicked grin, those full, kissable lips, those long, knowing fingers, that sexy body… ooh! He had her right where he wanted her and he knew it! Good thing she had him, too! All he had to do was turn that stare on her and she was a pile of mush! Beyond that door lay a night’s pleasure. It was hard to tell what kind of tortures awaited heter ter what she’d done to him at the temple! But she knew. He’d loved it. It had been scary but wicked and they could’ve been caught but he’d taught her well enough how not to conceal her thoughts and feelings from others.

Entering the room Padme stood a moment and let her eyes adjust to the darkness. She could feel him near, the intensity of his eyes boring into her. Acting as if nothing was out of the ordinary, she peeled out of the dowdy senator dress, revealing the tight black jumpsuit, and tossed it to the floor.

Softly she called out, “Come out, come out wherever you are!”


Anakin Begins His Torture

Silence greeted Padme’s call for him to show himself. One moment she felt him in the room and the next a black hole opened where he’d been. Confused, she lifted an eyebrow and turned slowly, searching the darkened room for his form. Over and over again she spun going over the room with her eyes, but found no Anakin. Padme frowned and reached out with the force for him. Nothing.

“I learned a new trick,” the deep voice startled her.

Padme jerked her head up and finally made out the dark silhouette…in a corner of the ceiling!

“H…how are you doing that?” Padme marveled, stepping over to the far side of the room. “You’re floating!”

Anakin lowered himself slowly to the floor and approached the senator, a rakish grin splitting his features. “I can lift objects, why not myself? I’m the Chosen One. I can do whatever I want.” Padme blinked at the audacious statement. The danger in the tone skittered down her spine. “I’ve been working on levitating and I’ve been practicing making myself so small in the force that no one can find me…not even you.”

Padme’s arms crossed her chest defensively. The thought of being shut out of Anakin like everyone else niggled at her mind. “I don’t like being shut out.”

Anakin smirked and reached for the crossed arms, uncrossing them and pulling her into his embrace. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll teach you to find me…eventually.”

“Oh!” Padme thumped his chest, her lips forming a petulant pout.

“I need to make myself small so that even Typho can’t see me if I’m standing in front of him in broad daylight. The guy hates me.”

“He doesn’t hate you,” Padme denied, stroking his cheek in comfort.

“Well…he hates that I can protect you better than the NUBIAN security,” Anakin allowed, turning his cheek to kiss her palm, his tongue swiping across it. Padme shivered, bringing a knowing glint to Anakin’s eye. “He’s just going to have to get over it and accept the fact that no one can do for you what I can.”

As the words left his mouth Anakin grinned at the double entendre. “No one can do for you what I can.” The words dropped low and suggestive between them. “I have to punish you, you know, for what you did to me in the temple.”

A moue caressed Padme’s mouth. “You didn’t like it?”

“Oh, on the contrary, m’lady,” Anakin played along. “Getting sucked off by you while I have to sit in front of Obi-Wan, Yoda, and Mace is my favorite pastime. I have a bruise where my head hit the table, though.” Padme stood on tiptoes, kissed the bruise and smiled innocently. “And for that,” Anakin breathed, lowering his lips to her neck and nipping lightly at the spot he knew rendered her helpless, “you must pay the penalty.”

Padme’s body flamed hot and plunged into ice simultaneously. The long, graceful padawan’s fingers grasped the zipper of her jumpsuit and began to tug it down with excruciating slowness. Uncertain brown eyes flickered up to meet the devilish light in his blue ones. A corner of his mouth tilted in response, then his eyes descended to study the slow trail the zipper made between her breasts. The material of the tight jumpsuit gaped halfway across her breasts as he set it free from the zipper. Anakin’s tongue poked out and quickly licked his top and lower lips. He studied the exposed skin a moment, his fingers tracing the curves of her breasts. His eyes bore into hers and he backed her onto the wide bed.

“Anakin…” Padme began, heart igniting into overdrive.

“Shh,” Anakin pulled himself to eye level with her chest, “I have some exploring to do here.”

“It’s nothing you haven’t seen before,” Padme teased, her words a little breathless as Anakin parted the material.

A sinful grin reflected in Anakin’s eyes as he glanced up at her briefly before turning his attention to the breasts he’d just revealed.

“And I’ll never get tired of seeing it, either,” he replied, his hot breath drifting over one nipple. “I wonder what it is about seeing your breasts that turns me on so much?”

“Maybe it’s b…b…because you know no one else gets to see it b…but you,” Padme answered, stammering as his tongue rasped over the tip of one. Helplessly, one hand feathered through his hair, gripping the ponytail tightly. “Ah…mmm…” Anakin stopped a moment, pursed his lips and blew on the moistened bud. Padme squirmed in annoyance. “Stop teasing me, Ani. Suckle me. Hard. Please?”

Anakin lifted his head, a warning light in his eyes. “My turn. My way. I’ll do what I want when I want, but it will be so worth it, m’lady.” He cocked an eyebrow at her his smile vanishing. “I’ll be inside you before the night is through. That is most definite. And woe on anyone who dares to interrupt.”

With that, Anakin resumed licking her nipple, swirling his tongue around it, sometimes flicking it with the point. Beneath him, Padme restlessly stretched her body, purring deep in her throat at the flashes of excitement that zapped from the area of contact to her whole body. Every time she tried to force his head down to take her into his mouth he denied her, lifting his head, eyes dark and condemning.

“Please!” Padme ground out, her body straining against his.

With an amused chuckle he obliged, his mouth closing over one throbbing nipple, drawing it deep into his mouth. His tongue worked feverishly at it while he rolled the other with deft fingers. A noise of fractured emotion bubbled past her lips and her body undulated under his, her hands grabbing the back of his head, legs curving around his thighs clamping him tightly. Whimpers staccatoed into the air around them, urging him to both heighten her arousal and satisfy her at the same time. By the gods, he loved her breasts!

“You are SO sensitive there,” Anakin murmured his appreciation as he pressed tiny kisses around the rosy areole. “Do you have any idea what that does to me? The thought of possessing you drives all other thoughts from my mind. The way you react to me…is so much more than I ever dreamed. And I have to have you.”

Padme tugged at his head until he lifted his body over hers, his lips a breath away.

“Then take me,” she slurred, her tongue tracing the seam of his lips.

Anakin’s smile curled knowingly, his eyes glazed from the attention her mouth was giving his. A growl rattled in his throat. It would be SO easy to give in.

“I swear the Senate has no clue what a siren you are,” his tongue touched hers, playing with it.

In earnest, Padme began divesting Anakin of his clothes, irritated at the leather jerkin and rough tunic. The gauzy undershirt however deserved a moment of attention and she rolled him onto his back. He put up no fight and gazed up at her with wicked eyes. Enticing fingers swept the zipper on her jumpsuit lower, past her navel, his eyes appreciating the expanse of soft skin appearing in its wake. She, in turn, lowered her lips to the smooth vee of skin the undershirt revealed and gave it her undivided attention with her lips. Eventually, she kissed her way up his neck and below his ear, her tongue darting in just to receive the pleasure of his hardness grinding against the juncture where the source of her arousal focused and hummed.

“Please, Ani,” Padme’s breath tickled his ear, her voice low and sensual. “Please don’t tease me.”

Anakin rolled her over, whipping his shirt off in the process. Her eyes lit up in delight, her hands sliding over his skin, igniting fires of their own. Holding his body away from her he lowered the zipper as far as it would go. Balancing on one forearm, Anakin dipped his fingers into the jumpsuit, immediately drenched in the honey of her desire. Padme’s hands clenched into fists, her hips rolling with his touch. The evil smile appeared again and he stroked her, his eyes heavy with lust as he watched her succumb to his attentions.

In the force, her need for him rumbled, a crescendo of want thundering around him. Watching her hips lift to rub her clitoris along his fingers, his own arousal spiked. It was always a rush to watch her come apart at his doing. The staid, intelligent, modest diplomat coaxed to become a wild bitch in heat at his bidding always brought the beast out in him. He loved her, force did he ever! But with that love dwelt this dark need to have her any way he could. He hungered, he craved, he starved to have her! Sometimes afterwards, he’d feel a little guilty at leading her down this obsessive path, but the next time, when her ardor matched his, he’d step a little farther down the black trail and she’d follow, at times taking the lead. Well, not for long, for he’d always wrest it back from her. It never let off. After each time the desire for her doubled. He wanted her longer, harder, more, and more, and more.

“I swear you’re a Dathomir witch!” He hissed, biting the juncture of her neck and shoulder.

“N…no,” Padme managed to stutter hoarsely, “you’re a Sith! Ani, Ani, please!”

Anakin opened his mouth over Padme’s, probing deeply with his tongue, curling around hers, stroking in time with his fingers. Moans of excitement echoed in her throat, her hips hitching faster as two of his fingers slid into the heated depths of her then over the hardened, blood-filled nub that proved her passion.

She was there, teetering on the edge of ecstasy. He slowed his stroking and lifted his mouth from hers, his breath hot and harsh over her face as he fought his own desire to see her come apart. Wild-eyed she glared at him grabbing at the hand he still held between her legs.

“Finish me!” She begged, near tears from the torment of dangling over the precipice. “Ani, don’t leave me like this!”

Anakin tilted his head as if considering her plea. “Hmmm,” he resisted the tugging at his hand, “no, I don’t think so.” Her fractured cry brought a grin to his face. “Not unless I am deep inside you.”

Padme’s sly smile accompanied busy hands now at his pants as she comprehended his words. “Then come to me, Ani,” she drawled, seductively, sliding her hand along his length.

He shuddered and cursed himself for giving her any sign of weakness on his part. This was supposed to be her punishment, not his! But, oh, the thought of plunging into the tight, wet, heat of her was killing him! The intensity of her desire radiated around him in the force, and the smell of their sex drove him crazy. Striving for calm in the force, he slid a slow finger along her slit and over the nub. Padme groaned. Loudly.

“M’lady!” A muffled voice outside the room suddenly called out, distressed and agitated. “M’lady, are you all right! May I come in?!”

Anakin cursed under his breath and met Padme’s wide, terrified eyes. Reluctant and angry he slid off her, grabbed his clothes and retreated to the fresher. Fearful of being caught, Padme bolted from the bed, throwing on a robe. With a fierce tug on the sash she hurried to the door.

“I’m fine, Dorme,” Padme soothed, taking in the woman’s worried frown. “I was just dreaming that’s all. Is something wrong?”

Dorme’s body slumped in relief and she smiled. “M’lady, I know it’s late, but Senator Organa is here to see you. He says it’s urgent.”

Padme nodded, wincing inwardly at the curses she could hear through the force bond she shared with Anakin. “I’ll be right there.”

“Do you need help dressing, m’lady?” Dorme questioned, starting to move into the room.

“NO!” Padme exclaimed, holding her back with one hand. Startled, Dorme paused, eyes wide on the senator. “No,” Padme lowered her voice, “I can do it. Tell the senator I’ll be with him in a few minutes.”

Dorme smiled and nodded and Padme closed the door. Sneaking a glance at the fresher she watched Anakin step into the room, his face bathed in fury.

“What does HE want now?!” Anakin hissed, as Padme scurried around the room, dressing. “Ten to one at the gaming tables he’s going to tell you about the threat on you from the Besalisks! Ten. To. One. It’s old news! Does he think you’re blind! You have a Jedi to protect you! He’s GOT to know you know!”

“Maybe he thinks I don’t know,” Padme shushed him, noticing the smell of sex still hanging heavy in the air. Images of their mating spun through her mind, Anakin quick to read them. It made him more agitated that the overblown Alderaanian senator had thwarted him…again.

“He knows, he ALWAYS knows!” Anakin rolled his eyes. “He just looks for excuses to see you. If he’s not out of here in ten standard minutes…”

“Anakin, please,” Padme laid a hand over his mouth, her eyes begging him to be quiet. “Don’t you dare do anything to him! I’ll get rid of him. I promise!”

“You’d better,” he scowled as she made him promise to control himself. But he remembered promising retribution to anyone who interrupted. Wrapping her now clothed body in his arms he proceeded to kiss her deeply, a hand sliding along her body and over a breast. He felt her heart quicken under his hand and released her with a satisfied smirk.

Padme steadied herself and walked to the door, breathless and flushed…and turned on again. Spinning, she pinned him with a stern glare, commenting haughtily before she opened the door, “Sometimes I hate you, Anakin Skywalker.”

He bowed in response.