Disclaimer: Star Wars and all associated characters, plotlines, and worlds (good and bad) are property and copyright © of George Lucas (aka The Richest Man in Hollywood). This is purely for fan entertainment only.

So- that means this is rated MA for sexual content.

Chapter 1

The steam of the warm water rose up with the fragrant bubbles, soothing every aching muscle she could possibly have in her body. She closed her eyes and stretched out, wiggling her toes in delight. The bubble bath was a welcome reprieve from a hectic day at the Senate. She heard the door slide open and murmured, "Sabé, can you bring me more cocoa?"

She went back to relaxing and zoned out until she felt the light tug of her earlobe, teeth gently teasing, nose nuzzling. She turned around, finding her husband Anakin, clad in a bathing robe of his own. "Can I drink you instead?" he whispered, his eyes glinting with mischief.

Padmé grinned, shaking her elegant head, her hair loosening itself from its loose bun atop her head. "Are we alone?"

His eyes trailed down to the water lapping at her breast, hiding just enough to make him yearn. His blue eyes sparkled, he went back to kiss below her earlobe once more. "The handmaidens are going on a task. We will be sufficiently alone."

She leaned back in the tub, knowing he was watching her every move. She smiled innocently as the bubbles hid less with her movement. Supple curves were revealed. "Come now, you wouldn't want to get that lovely robe wet, it was a present." She giggled, snaking out an arm to tug on the belt of the bathrobe.

He shrugged his shoulders, letting the loosened robe fall in a puddle to his feet. Her lips tugged in appreciation of his broad shoulders, his upper body built from intense training. She followed the trail of light hair downward and grinned. "Happy to see you, too." She teased.

Anakin returned the grin, climbing into the warm water beside his wife. He slid his hands across her slick, soft skin, moved them to her breast as his mouth started feasting on hers. He kneaded them softly, working up the tension. He brought his mouth away from her lips, whispered, "Hello wife. Can I drink you, now?"

She furrowed her brow in confusion, unsure as to how he planned on accomplishing this. This brought a cocky grin to his face. "The Jedi are very skilled at water play." He insisted, and ducked his head under the water to demonstrate.

Before she had time to look down and figure out what exactly he planned on doing, he had already succeeded in beginning to give her throbbing clit a tongue bath. She wiggled beneath his touch, raising her abdomen to allow him better access. His hands caressed her butt as his tongue moved over her, tiny bubbles escaping his nose every now and again only to add sensation before they flew to the surface.

He moved a hand to meet his mouth, moving a finger inside, massaging her from inside. She rocked her hips back and forth in an ancient rhythm, needing fulfillment. He curled his finger around, stroking, bringing her to her first climax. She cried out in pleasure. He raised his head from the water and withdrew his finger from her. She raised her hips toward him, feeling abandoned.

He shook his wet head, droplets raining upon her. Blue eyes met brown. He leaned forward, whispered, "I hope you haven't had quite enough yet." He knelt in the tub, wrapping her legs about him.

Padmé shook her head, incapable of speech. Her knees trembled in weakness from climax as he gently eased into her center, filling the void he had previously left behind with hot flesh. He gasped upon feeling the moist heat, grinded against her. He let the friction build up agonizingly slow.

She raked her hands down his back, lightly scratching as he found just the right rhythm and angle to hit the spot his finger had found. Her moans encouraged him and he rained kisses down her neck, tousling hair out of its position atop her head. They fell down her shoulders, veiling her face. He grabbed a handful of hair as he moaned himself, starting to lose control.

She smiled, taking his wet curls into her hands, stroking them out of his face, revealing stormy, passionate blue eyes once more, pulling swollen lips to her own. She clasped him closer with her knees and legs, tightening her feet about his waist.

"Oh Padmé, don't… I won't be able to stop if you do that." He broke out, his voice strained, tight control taking over the features of his face.

She grinned, pressed him closer still with her feet. He gave a few quick thrusts and drove home, bringing them both to a climax. He clenched his eyes against the white stars exploding in his field of vision with the release.

He nuzzled his nose against her neck and sagged his weight comfortably across her in the tub, resting his cheek on the cool tile of the bath. "You don't still want that cocoa, do you?" he rumbled almost incoherently, pressing soft lips to her neck.