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As their secret opened up to the Galaxy, their marriage would change. It was scary not knowing where it would lead them, but Padme was excited to start a new chapter with Anakin. One without secrets and hiding. She dreamed of the day she could attend an event or make a speech with Anakin by her side. No longer would she be the young unmarried senator they would gossip about. It only ever bothered her because she was so proud of Anakin and she couldn’t shout back, “I’m married to the greatest Jedi of all time!”. Padme’s hand started to lose its rhythm on Anakin’s cock as he kissed her neck. Her body started to subconsciously arch towards him, chasing the feel of him. She moaned as she imagined Anakin, alone in his bunk, desperately thrusting his cock into his hand and moaning her name. “Anakin…” A shiver ran down her body. He had captured her mouth while she still drifted in her daydream, and she let out a hungry desperate noise that she barely recognized. Maker, how he could render her helpless with only his hands always confounded her. She released him and her fingers grasped his shoulders as she felt his finger enter her. “I uh…” She moaned, unable to form words. “I… imagined you fucking me… everywhere.” Her words made her blush, unsure where such lewdness came from. “Including the shower wall.”
Anakin was thrilled that their marriage would soon be public knowledge. The secrecy had been necessary, and even his idea, when he had pleaded with her that night on Naboo to admit that she felt something for him too. He had been willing to do anything so that they could be together, even lie to everyone around them. Little did he know how much he had underestimated the difficulty. He wanted to be at her side, to support her in every way that he could. Even before they had married, she had spoken of how much she had wanted to be a mother. There was a time when he had feared that he would never be able to give her children, when it would destroy the wall of secrecy they had built around their marriage. Even if it hadn’t, he refused to abandon his child—their child. The Code wouldn’t let him be a present father, and to follow the Code would be like denying himself air. He would leave gladly, to be with his wife and their child. His free hand slid into Padmé’s curls as she very vocally responded to his touch, and he started to move his finger. He missed the feeling of her own fingers against his cock, but he was fascinated by her reaction to his hand. He grinned at her moan, his eyes darkening as she told him what she imagined him doing to her. Wordlessly, he withdrew his fingers and then grasped her waist tightly, lifting her against the wall of the shower and pressing his lips to hers as he replaced his finger with his cock, groaning as he did so. “Oh Padmé…”
Padme’s body moved with Anakin’s as he moved his finger in and out of her. Just those hands, those beautiful, strong hands, could reduce her to a whimpering desperate woman. She would get down on her knees and beg for those hands to touch her. Her fingers dug into his chest, broad and soaking wet. This body was made to protect, not just her but the whole galaxy. It angered her that in order for Anakin to have a family and be happy, he had to give up a life of helping those who needed him. She vowed to make sure he’d never go a day feeling unfulfilled. Padme was lost in her pleasure filled trance when she felt his hand withdraw from her. She whined for him but that sound turned into a gasp as he effortlessly lifted her and pressed her to the cool wall. “Anaki-” She was cut off as he entered her so swiftly she thought she’d imagined it until he was hitting her in that perfect place. “Oooh Maker! Ani!” Her arms wrapped around his neck and her hips began to mindless roll, needing to feel him deeper.
Anakin didn’t see leaving the Order as giving something up. There had been a time, of course, when all he had wanted was to be a Jedi Master, to prove to the Council and the rest of the Jedi that he could, that Qui-Gon’s faith in him had been worth it. But those were the dreams of a boy. As he has grown older, he had discovered new dreams, chief of which was this—to have a family. Of all the titles he had, that of Padmé Amidala’s husband was the one he was most proud of. And they were the only ones who knew. He couldn’t wait for it to no longer be a secret. He hated hiding this like they were ashamed of their love. Soon things would be different, and he couldn’t wait. As he felt Padmé’s fingers dig into his chest, he moaned. He grinned against his wife’s lips as she gasped, and began to thrust deep within her at a steady pace, his left hand grasping her leg. “Padmé…” he murmured, pressing his lips to her neck as he continued to buck his hips into hers, matching her pace. He had missed this—had missed her—every day they were apart. He simply couldn’t be away from her again. He wasn’t strong enough; wasn’t capable. And why should he have to? It angered him that the Jedi wouldn’t allow him to commit to her, to be there for her and their child. If this were simply an affair, they wouldn’t have cared less. How could he turn his back on her when he was incomplete without her? Mastery no longer mattered. All that mattered was her and their baby.
So rarely did they get to hold each other like this in the morning. It was her favorite time for him to make love to her though. Her body was so sensitive in the morning, and she always crumbled to his touch instantly. Her head fell back and she let out a cry that had her praying the apartment was empty of servants. “Oh Anakin!” Her fingers dug into his back as she tried to keep her climax at bay but her whole body trembled with need as he thrusted inside her. She gently pulled his face away from her skin to look at her and saw the turmoil in his eyes. She could sense how he was feeling as if it radiated from his body into hers. It would take time for him to adjust, no longer be afraid of leaving. And it would take her time to adjust to, no longer having to wonder if he was alive or dead until he showed up at her door. It was a relief to know they would be together every day now but their bodies still clung to that fear. “Anakin faster…”
Anakin’s gaze softened as Padmé lifted his face from where he had buried it in the crook of her neck. It was difficult not to feel the anxiety that he usually did when they were together like this, the very rational fear that this would be the last time. Of course, now he knew that it wouldn’t be. As soon as he resigned from the Order, he would never leave her again. But old habits died hard, and he figured it would take some time for his body to recognize that he was no longer in a constant danger of being torn away from his wife. He cried out shamelessly as he felt her fingers dig into his back, and his hand tightened around her leg. At her request, he sped up his thrusts, his hips rocking into hers fiercely. As he did so, he crashed his lips against hers in a kiss, which he only broke to take a breath. “Mine…ah…oh Padmé…” he groaned, moving faster still. It was unusual for them to have this much time together in the mornings, as more often than not, he had to rush back to the Temple. This—he promised—would only be the beginning. “My love…”
Padme could feel the tension in Anakin’s body and she knew it wasn’t just from pleasure. That fear surrounded her, she could feel it as if it were a physical thing. It was a new feeling that she hoped would fade because it worried her. All she could do now was meet him in the present, and try to comfort him any way possible. It was hard to think about anything else as Anakin drove into her, and all she knew was every inch of him. As he whispered his endearment, she gasped away from their kiss and felt every muscle in her body tighten. “Aaah-Anakin!” She cried out, not carrying if anyone heard. He was hers now and soon all would know. She shook in his grasp, moaning and whimpering as she road out her climax.
Anakin wondered if the tension would ever go away. Would it always feel this desperate? Even if he did manage to convince himself that nothing would ever again keep him and Padmé apart, the passion would never fade away. He loved her fiercely, and wanted to be with her always. His hips continued to roll against hers as he thrusted, deeper each time, the warmth building in his stomach as his pace became more frantic. As she reached her peak, he followed, a sharp moan falling from his lips as he spilled himself into her. He took a few steadying breaths, clinging to her as if to life itself. “I love you. So much.” he murmured, pressing his lips to her neck and shoulder.
Padme held Anakin close as he shook threw his climax. The familiar feeling of her husband finishing inside her making her relax against his body. It had always been this way, this intimate since the beginning. Was it so bad to want each other so desperately she though her heart would explode. Even after years of being together she would have it no other way. Her fingers gently stroked his hair, content to stay like this forever. His body wrapped around hers, while still connected. “Ani..” She sighed, kissing his temple. “I wish we could spend the day like this.” She wished they could run away together, but that wasn’t possible and she knew it.
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As their secret opened up to the Galaxy, their marriage would change. It was scary not knowing where it would lead them, but Padme was excited to start a new chapter with Anakin. One without secrets and hiding. She dreamed of the day she could attend an event or make a speech with Anakin by her side. No longer would she be the young unmarried senator they would gossip about. It only ever bothered her because she was so proud of Anakin and she couldn’t shout back, “I’m married to the greatest Jedi of all time!”. Padme’s hand started to lose its rhythm on Anakin’s cock as he kissed her neck. Her body started to subconsciously arch towards him, chasing the feel of him. She moaned as she imagined Anakin, alone in his bunk, desperately thrusting his cock into his hand and moaning her name. “Anakin…” A shiver ran down her body. He had captured her mouth while she still drifted in her daydream, and she let out a hungry desperate noise that she barely recognized. Maker, how he could render her helpless with only his hands always confounded her. She released him and her fingers grasped his shoulders as she felt his finger enter her. “I uh…” She moaned, unable to form words. “I… imagined you fucking me… everywhere.” Her words made her blush, unsure where such lewdness came from. “Including the shower wall.”
Anakin was thrilled that their marriage would soon be public knowledge. The secrecy had been necessary, and even his idea, when he had pleaded with her that night on Naboo to admit that she felt something for him too. He had been willing to do anything so that they could be together, even lie to everyone around them. Little did he know how much he had underestimated the difficulty. He wanted to be at her side, to support her in every way that he could. Even before they had married, she had spoken of how much she had wanted to be a mother. There was a time when he had feared that he would never be able to give her children, when it would destroy the wall of secrecy they had built around their marriage. Even if it hadn’t, he refused to abandon his child—their child. The Code wouldn’t let him be a present father, and to follow the Code would be like denying himself air. He would leave gladly, to be with his wife and their child. His free hand slid into Padmé’s curls as she very vocally responded to his touch, and he started to move his finger. He missed the feeling of her own fingers against his cock, but he was fascinated by her reaction to his hand. He grinned at her moan, his eyes darkening as she told him what she imagined him doing to her. Wordlessly, he withdrew his fingers and then grasped her waist tightly, lifting her against the wall of the shower and pressing his lips to hers as he replaced his finger with his cock, groaning as he did so. “Oh Padmé…”
Padme’s body moved with Anakin’s as he moved his finger in and out of her. Just those hands, those beautiful, strong hands, could reduce her to a whimpering desperate woman. She would get down on her knees and beg for those hands to touch her. Her fingers dug into his chest, broad and soaking wet. This body was made to protect, not just her but the whole galaxy. It angered her that in order for Anakin to have a family and be happy, he had to give up a life of helping those who needed him. She vowed to make sure he’d never go a day feeling unfulfilled. Padme was lost in her pleasure filled trance when she felt his hand withdraw from her. She whined for him but that sound turned into a gasp as he effortlessly lifted her and pressed her to the cool wall. “Anaki-” She was cut off as he entered her so swiftly she thought she’d imagined it until he was hitting her in that perfect place. “Oooh Maker! Ani!” Her arms wrapped around his neck and her hips began to mindless roll, needing to feel him deeper.
Anakin didn’t see leaving the Order as giving something up. There had been a time, of course, when all he had wanted was to be a Jedi Master, to prove to the Council and the rest of the Jedi that he could, that Qui-Gon’s faith in him had been worth it. But those were the dreams of a boy. As he has grown older, he had discovered new dreams, chief of which was this—to have a family. Of all the titles he had, that of Padmé Amidala’s husband was the one he was most proud of. And they were the only ones who knew. He couldn’t wait for it to no longer be a secret. He hated hiding this like they were ashamed of their love. Soon things would be different, and he couldn’t wait. As he felt Padmé’s fingers dig into his chest, he moaned. He grinned against his wife’s lips as she gasped, and began to thrust deep within her at a steady pace, his left hand grasping her leg. “Padmé…” he murmured, pressing his lips to her neck as he continued to buck his hips into hers, matching her pace. He had missed this—had missed her—every day they were apart. He simply couldn’t be away from her again. He wasn’t strong enough; wasn’t capable. And why should he have to? It angered him that the Jedi wouldn’t allow him to commit to her, to be there for her and their child. If this were simply an affair, they wouldn’t have cared less. How could he turn his back on her when he was incomplete without her? Mastery no longer mattered. All that mattered was her and their baby.
So rarely did they get to hold each other like this in the morning. It was her favorite time for him to make love to her though. Her body was so sensitive in the morning, and she always crumbled to his touch instantly. Her head fell back and she let out a cry that had her praying the apartment was empty of servants. “Oh Anakin!” Her fingers dug into his back as she tried to keep her climax at bay but her whole body trembled with need as he thrusted inside her. She gently pulled his face away from her skin to look at her and saw the turmoil in his eyes. She could sense how he was feeling as if it radiated from his body into hers. It would take time for him to adjust, no longer be afraid of leaving. And it would take her time to adjust to, no longer having to wonder if he was alive or dead until he showed up at her door. It was a relief to know they would be together every day now but their bodies still clung to that fear. “Anakin faster…”
Anakin’s gaze softened as Padmé lifted his face from where he had buried it in the crook of her neck. It was difficult not to feel the anxiety that he usually did when they were together like this, the very rational fear that this would be the last time. Of course, now he knew that it wouldn’t be. As soon as he resigned from the Order, he would never leave her again. But old habits died hard, and he figured it would take some time for his body to recognize that he was no longer in a constant danger of being torn away from his wife. He cried out shamelessly as he felt her fingers dig into his back, and his hand tightened around her leg. At her request, he sped up his thrusts, his hips rocking into hers fiercely. As he did so, he crashed his lips against hers in a kiss, which he only broke to take a breath. “Mine…ah…oh Padmé…” he groaned, moving faster still. It was unusual for them to have this much time together in the mornings, as more often than not, he had to rush back to the Temple. This—he promised—would only be the beginning. “My love…”
Padme could feel the tension in Anakin’s body and she knew it wasn’t just from pleasure. That fear surrounded her, she could feel it as if it were a physical thing. It was a new feeling that she hoped would fade because it worried her. All she could do now was meet him in the present, and try to comfort him any way possible. It was hard to think about anything else as Anakin drove into her, and all she knew was every inch of him. As he whispered his endearment, she gasped away from their kiss and felt every muscle in her body tighten. “Aaah-Anakin!” She cried out, not carrying if anyone heard. He was hers now and soon all would know. She shook in his grasp, moaning and whimpering as she road out her climax.
Anidala in the kitchen making breakfast while Anakin is kissing her neck and twins walk in groaning "not again" 😂
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