Say My Name

A/N: This is just a little Anidala smut I wrote for fun, set at the beginning of ROTS where she has just informed him of her pregnancy. Anakin and Padme share a private moment in the outer courtyard of the Senate...Please read and review:)

Disclaimer: I own none of these characters, they belong to George Lucas and LucasArts. Inc., I am simply playing with them for fun.

“We're not going to worry about anything right now.’ He smiled, cradling her in his arms. ‘This is a happy moment. The happiest moment of my life.”

As Palpatine and his bureacrats headed into the Senate building and the ceaseless, noisy traffic of Coruscant could be heard in the distance, a young Jedi Knight and his clandestine lover were enjoying a moment of privacy. He held her tight in his arms, breathing in her sweet scent. As usual, her long hair was sculpted into an elaborate hairstyle: this time in two sleek knots either side of her head. Anakin gently moved one of his hands up to stroke her neck and thanked his lucky stars that she wore her hair like that and he could touch her soft, sweet neck. “You’re right, we won’t worry right now.”, she smiled as he held her. “I’ve missed you so, my love; in so many ways.”

His arms pushed aside her cloak and went round her body. “Not as much as I’ve missed you”, he suddenly growled into her ear, the tone of his voice becoming more guttural. “What was I supposed to do when we were in the Outer Rim Sieges, without my beautiful wife and with only my right hand for company?”. He grinned devilishly.

Padme pretended to be shocked, and giggled as he pressed her against him “Oh Anakin Skywalker, you are bad.” Oh Force, I can feel myself getting hard already, imagining pounding into her wetness as she rides me.

“I’ll be bad if you want me to be, my love.” She could feel his hardness growing as he pressed her back into the pillar.

Padme felt a moan illicit itself from her lips, but forced some self control. “Anakin, not here!” she hissed. “Anyone could see us!”

“See what, Padme?” he whispered into her ear. “Me holding you up against this pillar, your legs wrapped tight round me, fucking you oh-so-slowly until you beg for mercy and scream my name?” I want her to say my name so much right now. I want to take her right now, against this pillar. No, got to get a grip, Anakin, there’s time for this later.

“No”, she said firmly, but with a regretful sigh; for she was beginning to tremble with need.

“Ah well then” he said cheerfully, “We’ll have to try something different”, and before she could protest, his hand pulled up her skirts and began to move up her thigh. Wrapping her cloak tighter around them, he trailed his fingers gently up her inner thighs, then back down again. Finally, he reached his destination and she tried to utter a word in protest, but found no sound came out. He was pleased to discover that she was wearing no panties, and laughed softly under his breath as his fingers explored her wetness. “Why, Mrs Skywalker, aren’t you bad? A Senator with no panties? I should report you to Chancellor Palpatine.” Padme looked at him with imploring eyes, and his fingers began to move in and out of her as his thumb rubbed her clit slowly, tantalising her. My husband. He always deliciously teases me, knowing exactly what he’s doing. She’d missed those deft, practised fingers - they were good for things other than wielding a lightsaber. Anakin continued his exquisite torture of her, planting kisses along her neck and shoulders as he did so.

Padme moaned softly, hiding her face against his tunic. “You are cruel, my husband” she gasped.

His eyes were clouding over with desire as he continued to move his fingers over her honeyed centre. “Force, you're so wet. How I’d love to taste you right now, my wife. But as circumstances are, you’ll have to make do with my touch. Perhaps I am cruel?”

“Yes” she sighed, attempting to buck her hips against his hand as he touched her too slowly.

“Say my name, Padme” he said, roughly grabbing her ass with his other hand. Padme arched an eyebrow and grinned mischievously, and as flushed and aroused as she was, said nothing. Why should she give her husband what he wanted if he would not give her what she wanted? As if reading her mind, he muttered into her ear “Say my name and I’ll give you what you want.”

“Anakin” she whispered at first, then louder, “Anakin!”, a fire in her eyes. He pressed his finger to her lips.

“Hush, my love, not that loud. But now...” He began to quicken his pace, an extra finger now stroking her clit faster, and faster, and faster as his fingers thrust in and out of her. She could feel her orgasm building up inside her. The muscles in her neck were tensing as she arched herself against the pillar, hidden from view by her husband’s back.

“Anakin, Anakin, ...”. Padme was drawing closer and closer to her release. He smiled to himself as she repeated his name and writhed under his touch. She reached up and tugged at his hair, and he roughly pressed his lips against hers, tasting her sweet mouth while continuing with his task. He felt her clench around his fingers and she moaned into his mouth, shaking with the feeling of her climax as he held her tight.

“Enjoyed that, did you?” he laughed as he withdrew his hand, strongly feeling his erection still pressing against his pants.

“Thank you” she breathed softly, and kissed him gently on the lips with a sweetness that took his breath away. As if suddenly becoming aware of their surroundings, she blushed. “Oh, but anyone could have seen us!”

Glancing around in a cursory manner, he found the courtyard was deserted. “No. And anyway, they would have only seen my back. People don’t pay that much attention.” She agreed with a nod. Anakin glanced over her hungrily, his eyes taking in her tiny, lithe frame: her sculpted,

bountiful breasts, that tight, perfect ass. She was so amazing, this woman and he’d missed her more than he could ever put into words. “You are dangerously sexy, Padme. Pregnant or not, I think I’m going to have to take you home right now and screw you senseless.”

“But won’t the Chancellor and the others miss you?” she replied with a quizzical look.

“I’ll tell them I had urgent Jedi business”, he winked, taking her hand and placing it on his pants so she could feel the extent of his hardness. “I think this counts as urgent, don’t you?”. Padme laughed and the two of them quickly headed to a city transport, casting longing looks at each other as they could not display their love for one another in public. The things I’m going to do to her, he thought, closing his eyes as the transport headed away.

Hope you liked it! Please leave reviews, but don’t flame me, this is my first Anidala smut and I’ve tried my best. If I get some nice reviews, you’ll get to find out what happens when they get back to the apartment...hehe! ;)