A/P Fic July 2007

Padmé had been a bride less than a week and while she was certainly enjoying being young, in love, and on a honeymoon more romantic than she'd ever dreamed, it was bittersweet. For this honeymoon was in secret and there was the poignant knowledge her husband would have to leave her soon.

She lay on their bed, waiting for him to come out of the 'fresher. She'd quietly watched him as he went in earlier, a little bit sweaty from his exercises. Padmé found him desirable enough to have him as he was, but it appeared that Anakin wanted to be at his best for her. She did appreciate it even if it prolonged her anticipation.

She glanced at the chrono beside the bed. What was taking him so long? She'd become quickly accustomed to this side of herself, recently awakened. It wasn't long after their first time that she felt confident enough to initiate an encounter. Granted, it wasn't hard to interest Anakin in lovemaking, but she recalled her little smile of triumph as she'd led him by the hand into a secluded grotto.

Finally, he walked out of the 'fresher, bare chested and wearing a towel slung low around his hips. With a confident grin, he leapt into bed beside her. "Miss me?" he asked with a toss of his dampened padawan braid.

"Always," she said coquettishly. She began rubbing his back and he gave off a sound that resembled purring.

"I love it when you do that," he sighed. She rubbed his shoulders, leaning close to kiss his cheek, then his earlobe. Her tender kisses became a playful nip. He chuckled and Padmé placed a kiss on his ear, then another. Feeling emboldened, she slowly ran her tongue on his cheek.

"Is my sweet angel being naughty?" he teased.

"Wouldn't you love to find out?" she asked, climbing over him and straddling his hips. They looked at each other and laughed, and Padmé was reminded once more of their tumble in the grasslands all of those days ago during their picnic. They'd ended up just like this, but things had changed so much since then.

Anakin fingered the hem of her filmy, form-fitting gown as though he was trying to position himself to remove it. Gently, Padmé pushed his hand back down to his side. "Not yet," she said. She leaned over and kissed him, her hands exploring his warm, smooth skin. They found the fold of the towel around his waist and peeled it back.

Anakin growled and Padmé knew he wanted more than anything to roll her onto her back and unleash his passion. But this time she wanted to take the lead. She began pleasuring him and he leaned back against the headboard, gasping and moaning her name. For those moments he was completely at her mercy.

She paused a moment to remove her nightgown, then rained kisses up his body back to his lips. "Sit up, Ani," she said.

He gave her an amused look. "If it's what milady wishes."

She positioned herself on his lap then inserted his length into her body. It was this time that he followed her movements and rhythms. They held each other tightly, with Padmé's arms and legs wrapped around him and Anakin holding her waist.

Then when she felt her climax approaching, she gently pushed Anakin down onto his back. His legs bracing behind her, she quickened her thrusts. She allowed Anakin to cup her breasts, his palms brushing over her nipples. She gazed into his eyes and she felt the familiar fire inside of her grow hot and explode throughout her body. She cried out in wordless delight.

Anakin climaxed moments later, calling out her name. She lay down beside him, resting her head on his chest. He gently traced his fingers on her back. "I never minded following your lead," he said wryly.

"Good, because it won't be the last time."

Th' End