Tempest of Flesh

Padme came to Anakin quietly and softly in the depths of the night. Sliding noislessly under the cool sheets, next to him. Forced to press her body tightly against his back due to the small size of the bed. It was built to accomodate one and as he had grown into an adult sometimes he event felt the cramped quarters.

He wondered, albeit blearily, how she had gained access to the sleeping quarters of the Temple. Few people could get the proper access codes. But she was resourceful and could use her vast network to acquire the neccessary information.

She laid her silky arm across his waist and pulled him even closer. Their bodies melting into each other. He could feel her heart beating inside her chest as it reverberated through his body. The beating was quick. Not the normal flutter he remembered. Behind the quickened beats he felt the secretivness, her stealth as she had made her way to be with him.

He slowed his breathng even more, hoping the rise and is body would influence her breathing, which he noted seemed to be coming quickly. A haunting sound. The sound of both intense fear and intense pleasure. Somehow they wer emingled together in her rasps. He continued the slow and deliberate breathing and considered using the force to help her gain her composure. Somehow it didn't seem right.

He enjoyed the sounds she was making and even felt something rousing inside him. Starting in the pit of his stomach and washing completly though his body. He opened his mouth to speak, but stopped, wanting not to ruin the moment. If she wanted to acknowledge him, she would do so.

Releasing his hand from the grip it had on his pillow, Anakin moved his hand to caress the back of her thigh, pulling her legs closer to him. It felt strange for her to be cradling him in her small arms. He was to be her protector, but there was something she wanted. He could feel it. That was why she had come to him in the night here.

She was trembling, but he could tell she was not afraid. Excitement and apprehension coursed through her veins. Anakin could feel the same thing inside his body. The expectation of tasting her lips. Feeling her quake beneath him as he made love to her. He was anxious at the thought and began to roll towards her. She pushed him back still holding him close to her slim body.

Anakin tensed his muscles finding it hard to resist pushing her over and taking her body and mind withough asking. He could easily over power her. Make her do whatever he pleased with a simple touch of the force. IT was up to him to refuse such primal urges and react to what Padme wanted. Still the taste of unbridled and unhindered pleasure was in his mouth. He savored it. Wanting to react, but finding the restraint he needed.

Using his acute sense, Anakin stretched out into the force. First timidly as if testing the water of a clearn pool with his toes. He felt several nearby sleeping soundly in their quarters. Although the temple was on a planet which never slept, the temple had a standard day which most padawans and masters adhered to. Currently it was night and many jedi slept in adjacent rooms. Although in the room next door, his master's, there was stirring.

Padme stroked his arm. Goosebumps rose under her soft tough. Anakin's mind snapped back to his own room, no longer focusing on the force, but on Padme and the ever expanding arousal he was feeling. His body now ached for her. Longed to penetrate her and make her shudder in pleasure.

Anakin wanted to hear her moaning his name as he brought her pleasure again and again. He could almost hear the sounds now as her breasts heaved. She gasped for breath. The sounds were clearly in his mind. Now he wanted her to make them, just as he had imagined.

Rolling to face her, he could see her alabaster skin. Her cheeks flushed slightly. Her hair, worn down, was falling like a halo on the pillow where she lay. Her lips were pink and pouted at him slightly as if to convey her dissatisfaction with him rolling to face her. Anakin leaned closer, their foreheads meeting, and kissed her softly, gently, on the lips.

The lust he had been pushing asid sent out tendrils along his spine causing him to almost convulse. Calming himself, he regained control and peered into her eyes. They held in them everything he hoped and dreamed. He knew in those eyes he was everything he needed to be. She wanted nothing more. Or did she?

He caught a flashof something in her eyes. Maybe a glint, but something. She was hiding something, maybe a wish. It passed quickly and he though nothing more of it. He slid his hand along her cheek and traced her lips with his thumb. She smiled, showing him the pleasure his touch brought her.