Keep Breathing

In this one, Anakin and Padme get to spend their first night together in ages, but tensions between them are beginning to emerge.







Laughter verberated throughout the corridors as a young Jedi Knight and his secret wife finally reached their home. But as they drew nearer to the door, Anakin held out his arm to stop the Senator, and before she knew it, he had pushed her against the wall and was kissing her insistently as his hands moved over her body, caressing her curves: her rounded hips, her full, supple breasts. Despite her misgivings as they were not in safe surroundings yet, Padme could not help responding to her husband’s mouth as it pressed against hers, her tongue mingling with his as they kissed and kissed, wrapped around one another.





But after a moment, coming back to reality, she protested angrily,

“Anakin! We’re not inside the apartment yet, someone might see us!”. Anakin, smiling, held her at arms length for a moment and smugly surveyed her flushed cheeks and rumpled hair. He knew his wife far too well to take these protests seriously. Underneath the serious, reserved exterior she presented as a Senator, beat the heart of a passionate, sexual woman. And tonight he was going to exploit that to the best of his abilities. Ha, she’s hot for me already. And I haven’t even touched her yet.





“Ah well, I won’t kiss you then, my wife”, he replied nonchalently as he unlocked the door of the apartment, allowing her to step inside first. Kicking the door shut with his foot, he watched, amused as his wife stalked in angrily. He stood against the wall and crossed his arms, waiting for her response. Padme walked towards him, her eyes smouldering.





“You’d better kiss me now, Anakin Skywalker”, she said, confidently staring up at her husband, her hands squared against her hips. Anakin simply smiled and she knew he was too stubborn to give in yet, so she moved closer to him, running a hand over his chest. He still held out against her request, but let out an audible sigh as she reached his belt and moved her hand below to feel the growing hardness there. Gods, he’s so gorgeous, I can hardly believe he’s mine. I love that I have this effect on him. He’ll kiss me yet. She traced her small fingers around the bulge in his pants, watching as he closed his eyes in pleasure.





“Right, that’s it”, he growled, opening his eyes. “You win”. He unbuckled his leather vest and pulled it off along with his tunic so he stood only in his tight black pants, his arousal obvious. Her arms went round his neck and pulled him to her, her hands running over his taut, muscular back. Following this, he bent his head down to kiss her slightly swollen lips and then began to nibble at her neck, biting it gently. At the same time, his gloved hand lazily slid up to stroke her right breast, moving to the other also. As he did, he pleasingly noted her nipples were already hard to the touch and were noticeable through the red velvet fabric of her dress.





Padme sighed at the sensations he was giving her, a fire awakening low down in her, and reminisced over past lovemaking sessions. Over the past two years they’d learned each other’s bodies, enjoying what they could do to one another. Only Anakin knew just what she liked, just what made her crazy for him. And his Force abilities made him even more sexually in tune with her needs - ironically; as Jedi were supposed to remain celibate. They don’t know what they’re missing, she grinned to herself.





He then took her hand and led her to the long couch, lifting her in his strong arms and laying her down upon it as he removed her red satin slippers, discarding them on the floor. She looked up at him, her eyes questioning, but smiled in understanding as he climbed on top of her and his hand moved lower. Anakin simply grinned, and with a look of pure lust in return, kissed her hard, his wet tongue probing her mouth. Padme ached for her husband’s touch, but did not have to wait long as his hand insinuated itself under her skirts and moved higher, higher, higher...She let out an audible gasp into his mouth as his fingers brushed against the lace of her panties and started to slowly draw circles around her hard bud through the material.





“Like that, my love?”, he said teasingly. Padme could only nod. “I’m just getting started. I’ve been dreaming of making love to you for months, and tonight I get to pleasure my wife at last. I’m going to make sure that you cum, and cum, and cum...and cum.” She bit her lip and felt herself grow wetter still at his words as he continued to touch her.





“And what do you have in mind first?”, she replied in a sultry way, twisting her curls round a finger in a way that she knew drove him wild.





“I want to devour you, Padme”, he said into her ear as his blue eyes flashed with desire. “Take off your panties”. She obeyed her husband’s command and raised her hips so she could hook her thumbs into the lace and slide it down her legs. It was thrown on the floor, and a second later, Anakin’s head disappeared beneath her skirts and she felt his hot, wet tongue trace a path up her inner thighs as he raised her skirts above her hips.





“Oh, Anakin, please”, she muttered, closing her eyes in anticipation of what was to come. He gently parted her legs, bending her knees as he did so, and balanced a hand on her flat stomach. His eyes briefly met hers, and then dropped lower as his tongue made contact with her mound. She writhed as he licked between her folds and tasted her sweet juices, finding the nub her pleasure was centred on. As he continued this, her breathing became shallower and her chest rose and fell, bringing her closer to her release. Sensing this, Anakin quickened the swirls of his tongue and began to move two of his long fingers in and out of her.





“Anakin, oh Gods, oh Gods....Anakin”, moaned Padme, almost feeling as if she must die from this feeling of such exquisite pleasure. She could hardly believe it. After so long apart, here was her husband, between her legs, adoring and worshipping her with his tongue. As the movements of his deft fingers and tongue became even faster, she began to move her hips towards him as she tugged at his long hair with her fingers, holding his head to her.





He felt her teetering on the brink of her orgasm and stiffened his tongue to a point as he continued its fast strokes. “Oh Gods, don’t stop, Anakin, don’t, don’t....”, she cried, and he held her hips tight with his other hand while he felt her shake and throb around his fingers as her climax hit her. Padme sighed finally, leaning back against the cushions, but her husband was continuing his assault on her hot flesh with his mouth and tongue. Flicking his tongue against her already swollen and oversensitive clit and moving a finger round it in circles, he managed to elicit another orgasm from his wife, just seconds after her first one had hit her. With a wicked smile, he raised his head, triumph glinting in his eyes.





“You’d forgotten that I can give you multiple orgasms?”, he laughed. “Well, I had to remind you, didn’t I...”. It was a moment or two before Padme could speak, her heart beating like a drum in her chest and she still shook a little in the aftermath of her double climax. He took advantage of this to pull her velvet dress over her head so she was completely naked.





“Just had to prove you could, didn’t you?” she said sternly, although her eyes shone with love for her husband. “Not that I’m complaining, you always do...and you know I love it, just as I love you.” She pulled close him to her and kissed his forehead. “Thankyou”, she breathed softly into his ear.





“I love you so much”, he whispered back, his arms around her.





“But now”, grinned Padme, “I’m gonna give you a little something you can think about for weeks.” She rolled out from under him and pushed him down to the sofa, running her hands over her chest as she climbed on top of him to sit astride him. Anakin smiled to himself and felt his eyes close and a gasp come from his mouth as she bent her head to his chest and began to trail her tongue down, further, further, further...Oh, yes, he thought as she reached the waistband of his leather pants and just slightly dipped her tongue below to the dark curls beneath. She began to pull the pants and boxers together down his legs, but was not very successful as they caught on his obvious hardness.





“Let me”, he said, laughing. Padme lifted herself up away from him for a moment as he kicked off his boots and yanked the pants and boxers down his legs, where they fell to the floor. Now he was as naked as she, and utterly at her mercy. Smiling at the length she could clearly see in front of her, she leaned down and took him into her mouth. Anakin gasped and raised his eyes to the ceiling as his wife gripped the base of his cock and began to move her mouth up and down. Her mouth felt so good surrounding his hard flesh. Force knows how many times when we’ve been apart I’ve imagined those sweet lips wrapped around my cock, he thought. Oh, I married a wonderful woman.





His fists clenched and he cried out her name, “Padme” as she took him deeper into the cavern of her mouth. She could feel how excited he was, and that he was harder than ever. “I want to fuck you now”, he growled, trying to sit up. “Bury myself inside your wetness, thrust into you until you’re moaning my name again.”





Padme’s eyes wore an amused expression, and ignoring him, she continued what she was doing, but replied somewhat thickly “Oh no. I’m having some fun with you first, my husband.” He marvelled that she could still talk while holding him in her mouth, but all other thoughts escaped him as her lips tightened around him and moved up and down faster. Her hands came round to grab his ass and her nails dug in as she sucked him harder, and she quickly felt his back arch and a guttural moan escape his lips as he climaxed into her mouth. Padme swallowed and raised her head finally with a coy smile. He pulled her roughly towards him so her head rested on his chest.





“That...was good.”, he said when he was able to speak, stroking her long curls that lay against him and planting a kiss on the top of her head.





“I’m glad you think so”, grinned Padme, curling up against him like a cat.





“Now can I do you?”, he whispered mischievously. Her expression changed to be shocked, but then she peeked lower down and saw that he was already getting hard again.





“I’m impressed, Mr Skywalker”, she replied. “You’ve certainly got stamina.” In response he took her hand and pulled her to the carpeted floor, rolling on top of her. In seconds he was inside her and thrusting himself deep into her wetness. “This always feels like the...most...natural thing...in the world”, she said, panting in between thrusts. He took her shoulders and pulled her up so they were both in a sitting position.





“I know”, he said as he pumped into her harder, making her tremble each time the tip of his cock hit the sweet spot inside her. “Force! I know!” They were both so charged up by this time it did not take them long to reach their climax together, grunting and moaning as their bodies rocked and melded into one. The two of them sat back for a moment, grinning at one another in a post-coital haze. Anakin then realised his back felt slightly strange, and felt with a hand that there were fresh scratch marks there. Padme looked suddenly embarassed at this, but he only laughed and kissed his little wife tenderly. “I guess you really are the cat that got the cream, Mrs Skywalker.”





“Anakin! Don’t be disgust...”, she began to say, but trailed off when she saw him looking at her again with post-coital yet bedroom eyes, his dark blonde waves all over the place, tousled and irresistibly sexy. It was not long before he had bent her against the sofa, cupping her breasts with his hands as he took her from behind. I plan on doing this for the rest of the day, Anakin thought to himself, smirking.





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Several hours later, night-time







“Mmm”, sighed Padme as they lay in bed later, spent and exhausted. “That last time...wow.”





“Always eager to please, milady”, smiled her husband, wrapping his strong arms around her to pull her closer to him, his face cosseted into her neck. “I can’t believe how beautiful and how sexy you are, even now when you’re all sweaty and have messy hair. I can never get enough of you.” Her look changed, and she shifted her hand up to stroke his cheek, a sad expression on her face.





“But you’ve only got a few hours left of your furlough before you and Obi-Wan have to go back, my love. You’ll have to be back in your quarters in the Jedi Temple by morning. You must be tired my love, sleep now. Even if it means we have less time together.” She sat up and pulled on her blue silk nightgown, but Anakin shook his head and turned towards her, propping himself up with an elbow.





“Not tonight. I won’t spend the last few hours I have with you asleep.” And so they talked, relishing this time they had where they could freely express themselves to one another without fear of their relationship being discovered. They talked of many things, and by and by came to the tensions in the Senate, and of Padme’s efforts to end the war; which Anakin duly praised as he and the Jedi were overstretched in the Sieges, even with a new batch of Clones arriving from Kamino. However, Padme did not wish to reveal her private misgivings that Chancellor Palpatine might not give up those emergency powers which he so prized, nor that she had begun to hold secret meetings with those who shared these misgivings. Only as a continency plan of course, and so she felt she need not trouble her husband. She could not say why she felt it was best not to tell him. Perhaps it was that she somehow sensed the growing influence that the Chancellor was having over him. Anakin had met with Palpatine earlier that day before she saw him, and seemed to be brimming with his ideas for a supposedly safe and secure society which would centralise power more and more. Regional governors? That essentially subverts the Senate, she thought, worried.





“Look, Ani, he may preach freedom and democracy, but I’ve come to notice that he’s a very skilled manipulator; good at getting people to believe what he wants them to believe.”, she said, interrupting in the midst of his praise of Palpatine.





“Padme, he is a good man, a mentor who has provided me with much guidance since I came here as a small boy to start my training.”, replied Anakin sagely, though she saw his eyes had flashed angrily at her previous words. “Don’t forget that he also once helped you during the Blockade when you were Queen. And perhaps he’s right. I’m no longer sure that the Senate, or even the Republic functions as it should.” Padme shook her head, her brow furrowed, and her face grew red as she spoke.





“And what would you have us do? Trust everything in one man? Most of the Senators are trying to end this war, which is costing thousands of lives and disrupting the normal process of democratic decision-making.”, Padme said as she folded her arms, her dark eyes simmering with anger. “I wouldn’t say that Palpatine is actively prolonging this war, but I assure you I am not the only one who wonders why he doesn’t take stronger action to end it. Our liberties are being suppressed in the name of a ‘safe and secure society’, but I don’t feel safer. Do you? Another ten thousand Clone troopers have just been ordered. That doesn’t seem like he’s trying too hard to end this war. He’s not a dictator yet, but he’s not far off. My duty, Anakin, is to serve democracy, not autocracy, which is what the Republic is slowly becoming.”





“Look, I said he’s a good man!”, snapped Anakin all of a sudden as his temper got the better of him. He got out of bed and walked over to the window, standing with his back to her. “Why can’t you trust him to do the right thing?”





“Because so much depends on it! Your life may depend on it! Don’t you think I worry myself sick, thinking every moment that you’re going to be killed in the fighting?”. She climbed out of bed and followed him to the window. For a while both were silent as they stared through the blinds at the glimmering Coruscant skyline. After a few moments, he broke the silence and turned towards her, his expression softening.



“I’m sorry”, he whispered, taking her into his arms and holding her close to him. She rested her head against his chest and nodded in forgiveness. “I shouldn’t have lost my temper. But I still think you should have a little more faith in the Chancellor.”



“I’m trying, Anakin, believe me, I’m trying.”, she sighed, dragging a hand through her hair distractedly. “But right now I need you to have faith in me, too. The Senators have made plans in case the-” - she caught herself just in time – “war goes on too long.”





“I do, I promise”, he said, kissing her, but suddenly curious about what she had stopped herself from saying. “My allegiance lies with you. You are my wife.”





“And this is our marriage.”, she replied, her arms about his neck, feeling a little guilty that she had not revealed to him that she was in the process of masterminding an opposition to the Chancellor. Yet her instincts told her he was too close to the man to know it. “You said it was never going to be easy, and we both know that. But I love you, Anakin, and I think that’s enough.”





“I love you too. I’m sorry I have to leave you again so soon, Padme.” And so they returned to the bed hand-in-hand. Padme soon fell asleep, but Anakin lay awake, staring at the ceiling. Was politics always destined to get the way of love? He and Padme loved each other completely, but there was always friction between them about his friendship with the Chancellor. She seemed to feel he was too close to him. Well, soon this war will be over and she’ll see I was right, that Palpatine is a good man who will relinquish his power for the greater good, he thought savagely, before drifting into a fitful sleep.



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An hour or two later, daybreak





Anakin Skywalker rose and dressed silently as the dawn showed through the window. As he buckled his boots he stared down at his wife, wondering what she was thinking. He was sure there were things she was not telling him. They had made love and talked for hours, but was almost as if a silent wall had sprung up between them when the discussion turned to the war. Tiptoing towards the bed, he planted a soft kiss on her sleeping head and stole from the room, letting himself out of the apartment. It was with a heavy heart that he finally reached the entrance of the Jedi Temple, for he as not sure that all was well with him and Padme. He headed towards his sleeping quarters on the third floor, his feet dragging a little with tiredness as he climbed the stairs. However, he was too lost in thought to see the hooded figure that had followed him to the landing. Anakin sighed but as he tapped in the code to open his door, he froze.





“Who’s there?”, he hissed, wheeling round to see a robed figure standing there in the half-light, with a hood hiding their features. The figure drew their hood back from their face.





“And where in the name of the Force have you been?”. Anakin gulped. Oh no.





And who is that? We’ll find out next chapter! I hope you liked it, I know it was kinda long but there were some things I felt I had to set up. I felt it was pretty important to show that the two of them are very intimate and comfortable together as husband and wife...hence the sex scenes. Please continue to review, feedback is always cool!