Come Undone

Chapter 2

Anakin made a brief but vital stop at the Security Station in Padmé’s building. Although the Jedi had virtually unrestricted access to the Senatorial apartments, the surveillance cameras could pose a problem, at least this night. He wanted to be sure of his and Padmé’s complete privacy for what little time they would have. Once that minor inconvenience was taken care of, he made his way to Padmé’s apartment, each step lighter than the last. When he reached the entrance, however, he paused. Undoubtedly Obi-Wan would disregard the warning to stay away, as was his wont, and would follow him, quite possibly within a few hours, as soon as the Council would let him off of the proverbial leash. Soon enough, like a well trained Cairn hound, Obi-Wan would come looking for him. Anakin sighed aloud. He knew that there was no easy way around this, no simple solution. Perhaps it was just as well that Obi-Wan found out this way. The shock alone might prevent him from simply dismissing the situation out of hand and turning things over to the Masters on the Jedi Council. Even after being released from his obligations as a teacher, Obi-Wan still seemed to feel that it was his duty to try to run every aspect of Anakin’s life.

shinshing thoughts of his former Master aside, Anakin keyed in his personal access code and entered Padmé’s darkened apartment.


****


Back at the Jedi Temple Obi-Wan Kenobi had found a solitary corner in the Garden of Fountains. Many Jedi chose this place to meditate, especially in the later hours of the day, but for once, and admittedly much to his relief, Obi-Wan found himselfne tne there. He sat cross-legged among the quiet pools and plants, closed his eyes and tried to open himself to the Force.


Why, Anakin? What are you hiding?


There was no reply from the ethereal, not even a whisper from the inner voice that he had come to rely on so much.


Why…?


Go to him… find him, Obi-Wan… you will find your answer now…


The voice was a new one, vaguely reminiscent of something or someone…


Go… bring your former student to heel, Jedi Master… the voice entreated seductively. He must learn is place… Go…


Be patient Obi-Wan! A new voice echoed through the Force, this one lovingly familiar. Have faith that he will choose the right path. , But beware, Padawan! … Guide him…


Master? Obi-Wan sent out through the Force, trying to connect, to hang on to Qui-Gon’s essence, but it was fading fast.


Have faith… be strong… trust your feelings, not just your senses… Guide him…Both voices dissipated, and Obi-Wan came out of his meditation trance, eyes wet with tears but with newfound strength. Anakin may not want his advice, his assistance, but someday he would understand that a Master’s guidance was never ending.


***


The room was dark and suspiciously quiet, and although Anakin’s es pes picked up no signs of danger or threat, he instinctively put his hand on his light saber.


“Padmé?” he called out softly. “Padmé?”


“I’m here Ani,” she answered melodically from her bedroom doorway. “I was hoping you would come.”


Anakin stared at her, speechless. She was dressed in a clingy nightgown with a modest robe hanging loosely from her shoulders. Her petite form had grown, for want of a better word,curvier.


Padmé bit her lower lip in the style reminiscent of her husband’s. “I know, I must look…”


“Beautiful.” Anakin finished for her, finding his voice at last. “Just… beautiful.”


As if waking from a trance, Anakin looked around, confused., Padmé answered his unspoken question before he could ask it, as if she could read his mind.


“Dormé and the droids are with Jar-Jar,” she smiled. “He was kind enough, and understanding enough to know that I might want to share this time alone with you. Dormé and the Droids are staying with him tonight.” She arched her eyebrow playfully, “unless you want them to come back…”


Anakin crossed the distance between them in a heartbeat, taking her into his arms. Wordlessly, he kissed her forehead and held her close. Slowly Padmé moved his left hand over to her rounded belly and giggled softly as he shyly pulled it away.


“What?” she began to laugh a little more. “Are you afraid of your son? He’s been quite busy today, it’s almost like he knew you were coming home to us.”
"Afraid?" Anakin snorted indignantly. "I've faced the Sith, lead a thousand troops to battle against a hundred thousand battle droids, and survived numerous attempts of Master Obi-Wan's cooking! What makes you think that I'm 'afraid'?”


“Then put your hand here,” Padmé entreated softly, taking his hand in her own. “You can feel the baby move sometimes.”


Anakin guided their interlaced hands up the front of her body, eliciting a soft moan from his wife. “I can think of much more entertaining things to do with my hands,” he purred lecherously. “If you’ll give me leave, I’ll show you…”


With that, he swept her up and into his arms and carried her off into the bedroom, his only concern being the attentions of his loving, beautiful wife.


***

Tenderly, he laid her down on the bed with Padmé gently pulling him down beside her.


“You were saying?” she cooed softly in his ear.
Wordlessly, Anakin slipped his hands under her nightgown, and traced a trail of fiery kisses along her leg and thigh while he pushed it ever upwards.
Padmé sighed contentedly, raising her hips to allow him to slip the gown over her hips easily when he suddenly stopped. Without warning he lowered his head and slipped his tongue into the center of her womanhood. Padmé gasped, then wrapped her fingers through his hair, groaning his name softly. He gently pushed her leg up, caressing her thigh with one hand while the other snaked up her torso to her breast. He brushed her hardening nipple with his fingertip as her foot slowly slipped up the bed. Anakin, intent on his own ministrations, rolled slightly to the side to allow her a little more room and soon enough, Anakin found himself even more aroused than before as Padmé’s foot lightly brushed against his crotch, but he was rminrmined not to give in to it yet.


“Don’t hold back, Padmé,” he growled softly. “This is only the beginning…”


With renewed vigor, Anakin bore down on her again, causing Padmé to writhe beneath him, her cries becoming louder and more guttural. Thank the Force he had secured their privacy.


Anakin released her breast and wrapped both arms around her thighs, pulling her as close to himself as he could. She began to thrash beneath him, and Anakin pushed himself up on his knees in part to protect himself, and in part to give himself a better purchase. Her hands grasped his buttocks, her short sharp nails pressed into the thicker material of his trousers and she cried out as the release hit and she shivered, then shook as the climax slowly began to dissipate and pass.


He didn’t stop right away; instead Anakin let his tongue perform lazy circles, easing her down, enjoying her whimpering gasps. At last, he sat up, still positioned between her legs, and smiled.
“As I was saying…” he said slowly, undoing the fastenings on his trousers. “I can think of much more entertaining things to do with my hands….”


Padmé found her voice at last. “Oh really?” She gasped. “But… but Anakin… I really don’t think… your hands… had a lot to do with that…”


Anakin growled softly as he removed his tunic and continued to loosen his trousers. “I wasn’t finished…”
Padmé sat up. “Shoes,” she said pointedly, and Anakin gave her a quizzical look.


“Shoes…” she repeated nodding at his feet. “Off the bed…”


“Giving orders Senator?” he raised his eyebrow playfully as he obliged by taking them off then kicking them rudely aside.


Padmé sat up smiling, her nightgown bunched comically around her waist. “Perhaps…” she purred. “But you still haven’t showed me how you can ’entertain me’ with your hands…”


With cat-like reflexes born of a Jedi, Anakin suddenly whipped her up and around, and Padmé found herself sitting backwards on his lap, his arms wrapped tightly around her just beneath her breasts. Padmé was intensely aware of his hardness pressed against her back. His right hand, of which he was now rarely self conscious, slipped over her nipple again. It hardened at his touch, eliciting a soft sigh of pleasure from her. His left made its way downward as he placed tender kisses in the crook of her neck.


“Did I say I was finished?” He asked as he slid his fingers into her without preamble. Padmé arched her back against him sighing contentedly as she closed her eyes.


“No,” she admitted, reaching up to touch his cheek. “I can’t say you did…”


His tongue teased her ear as she began to rock against him.

“Anakin…” she moaned. “I… I want…”


“I know what you want Padmé…” he hissed in her ear. “But I want to show you exactly what I meant. Hands, Padmé… hands…”


She whimpered and writhed, taking his right hand in her own and stroking her breast. Now he slipped two more fingers insider of her, his thumb teasing theer, er, most sensitive part. Padmé began to cry out, and she tried to raise herself up only to have Anakin pull her back down.


“Not yet Ma-chi, he whispered huskily. He grunted as he freed himself from the constraints of his trousers. She was close, it was coming off of her in waves.


“Vasha-ki eh muo Ankani!” cried Padmé, loosing her Basic. “Vasha-ki eh muo! Ey tana fie mu noada!”


Although Anakin could not understand the words, he grasped the intent and was more than willing and ready to oblige. He positioned himself beneath and entered her with a cry of his own. His manhood replaced his fingers but he did not remove his hand.
[/i]“Ma-chi!” he gasped as his touch found them both. “Ma-chi… Oh Padmé! Oh Gods…”


Padmé sank forward on to the bed, supporting herself on her elbows. Anakin leaned over her now using one hand to fondle her breast as he thrust his hips forward, his fingertips touching the place his manhood could not. They were both sweating profusely, pushing against each other wildly. He could feel Padmé’s love and desire and sheer animal lust rage through his soul. A mad white light danced in front of his eyes and he heard a roaring in his ears as his climax began to He He knew Padmé was riding her own wave; her cries driving him to even greater heights. It was like flying… it seemed like an eternity…


They very slowly sank down together and Anakin reluctantly rolled on to his side, but holding Padmé close. He held her in silence for a few minutes, unwilling to relinquish their physical joining just yet.


“Padmé?” He said softly at last. “Are you all right?”
She sighed once, and then her breathing became slow and rhythmic. She already had fallen asleep.

Aware that they had a few hours together at most, Anakin reluctantly allowed himself to follow suit, savoring this brief time they would have in each other’s arms as husband and wife.