I hate the way Anidala ended tragically and Anakin continuously had happiness torn away from him. So I'm gonna fix it

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I truly, deeply, Love you.

A/N: I've never written anything resembling smut before, so hopefully the lime at the end isn't too shitty, sorry haha

Padmé was ethereal, white silk swirling around her feet, making her appear as if she were floating, white lace framing her chocolate locks and deepening her eyes impossibly. His nine year old self had been right, an angel indeed. He knew he should be listening, should be thinking about the ceremony, but all he could focus on was the perfection that was the woman standing next to him. Her physical beauty was only matched by the beauty of her soul, a heart so pure and morals so strong. Her eyes shining with a passion, for him and for the people she served, that made his chest clench. She was otherworldly, something so rare and so perfect, lighting up the world around her. The moon in a starless sky, a wildflower meadow in the dead of winter, an angel in the cold heart of space.

He was nearly exploding with tension when the time came, heart at peace but body vibrating with need. Her lips were the soft pink of the flowers in their field on Naboo, parted alluringly as her eyes peered straight into his soul, the force swirling around and through them, tethering her to him, and him to her, in a way that was undeniably eternal. When his lips finally pressed against her's, the fire that seemed to always be burning him from the inside out eased, a sigh escaping and brushing against his wife's mouth, prompting one of her own.

For as long as Anakin could remember, he'd been angry. Angry at the world for ripping away his childhood and his mother, angry at The Order for not trusting him and forbidding something he so desperately needed, angry at the Force for not warning him in time to save his mother-just angry. But Padmé soothed that ache, that burn. She didn't even have to say or do anything, her simply being put him at ease. Her smile could fix all the wrong in the galaxy, her touch mending his soul, and now she was his other half in law as well as heart.

Only proving his point, her fingers wrapped tenderly around the cold metal of his replacement hand, making him forget the pain of limbs lost disappear, a homely warmth, rather than a raging fire, spread through his chest and to his extremities, a pleasant tingling making him smile.

"Padmé."

"Oh, Ani." Her other hand came up, resting against his cheek, a smile gracing her lips as he nuzzled against it, kissing her palm gently. "Now we'll never be apart, no matter the distance between us." As someone who'd always felt alone, no matter how many surrounded him, the truth to those words were a wave, crashing through him and bringing him to his knees, a sob catching in his chest.

He'd wanted this for so long, dreamed of it since he was a child freshly taken from Tatooine. Her eyes had peered at him every night in his sleep, reawakening the ache of losing her to age, and duty, war and politics. Those issues had nearly ripped her away from him again these last few weeks, her life nearly being taken right in front of him again and again until he thought the fear of losing her would consume him and drive him to unspeakable acts. And yet they prevailed, her skill in combat nearly rivalling that of her skill in the Senate chamber. Watching her battle had nearly driven him insane with lust, power radiating from her as she fought those who threatened all she believed in, soft skin exposed to him by torn fabric and witty remarks bringing a smile to his face even in the deadliest of moments. And now, rather than fear consuming him, it was love.

She had knelt with him, arms wrapped protectively around him in this vulnerable moment, well aware of the type of thoughts running through his head, her lips pressed to his hair. She was the only one he allowed to see him this way, the only one allowed to hold him. She always gripped him to her tightly, covering his body with as much of her own as possible as if in a desperate attempt to shield him from the hurt that always seemed to find him, fingers knotted in his hair as he shook. "Shhhh, my love." He slowly looked up at her, blue eyes wide and watery as his hands clutched her to his chest as desperately as she did him. A trembling hand came up, this one flesh and blood rather than steel and wires, brushing a curl that had fallen from her veil away from her face as his eyes took her in. A part of him was sure she'd be torn from him at a moments notice and was frantically trying to memorise as much of her presence as possible before she was lost from him, and that part was bigger than he'd like to admit.

"I've dreamt of this for so long. You, my wife. And now it's here and all I can think is that I'll be waking any moment to Obi-Wan and the Council's mistrust, and you seeing me as a slave boy from Tatooine."

"This is real, Ani. It's not a dream, I swear. And the Council will make you a Knight any day now, I know it; you've saved a lot of lives, they'll have no choice." Her fingers were stroking his cheek softly, smiling reassuringly at him with gentle eyes. "And you should know, my love, you were never just a slave boy to me. you always have been and always will be, my Ani." His response was to simply crush his lips the hers, gathering her into his toned arms as he stood, and cradling her gently to his chest as he strode through the halls to her- their- room, their kiss never breaking.

He laid her softly on the bed, stepping back to take her in. Her small fingers nimbly removed the veil hiding her curls from his sight of her loose, unbound hair, throwing it on the floor carelessly. He quirked an eyebrow at the movement, a teasing going spreading across his face. "Now, Senator. Where's your propriety?" She grinned at the twinkle in his sapphire eyes and teasing words, lying back on the plush bed and making sure her hair spread enticingly across the pillow.

"Have I offended your delicate sensibilities, Jedi?"

"Oh, I wouldn't concern yourself, Senator." He slowly knelt on the bed, crawling up her supple body with a grin that caused her to melt. "I'm quite difficult to offend." She couldn't help the laughter that escaped at that, biting her lip in a move that made Anakin's stomach clench as his eyes were drawn to the incredibly sensual action.

"I think I know many who'd disagree." He hummed, pressing kisses down her neck, grinning as she faltered at the end of her sentence, focusing his attentions on her pulse point, as it'd been the cause.

"Name one." As her mouth opened to name Obi-Wan, the first syllable manage to escape, he bit down, pulling the sensitive flesh into his warm mouth and forcing a moan from her throat. "That's what I thought." Somehow, she managed to stutter out a few words, such as cheater and unfair, but Anakin paid them no mind, focusing his attention on marking her graceful throat. He grinned pridefully at the sight of the purple mark contrasting sharply with her soft, light caramel skin, causing her to roll her eyes playfully and flip them over, placing her over him.

"You're quite proud of yourself, husband."

"My wife is the most beautiful creature anyone has ever had the pleasure of laying their eyes on, how could I not be?" She flushed prettily and now it was his turn to bite his lip at such an enticing sight, warmth pooling in Padmé's lower abdomen in response.

"You flatter me."

"It's the truth, I swear it." He sat up abruptly, causing them to be nose to nose before using her long curls to gently, but firmly, pull her head back, exposing her throat to him once more. He pressed heated a kiss to the underneath of her jaw, trailing to her collarbones, pausing only for a moment to bite gently, before continuing to the top of her exposed breasts.

When his lips met the impossibly soft skin, he let out a groan, fingers flexing on her hips, hooded eyes peering up at her. Her hands flew up to his hair, gripping the short strands desperately. The sight of him beneath her, eyes hooded and such a dark shade of blue they were almost black, along with the combined feeling of his lips on her sensitive skin, his large, strong hands on her hips, and him hardened between her thighs, was driving her wild. She would never be able to understand how this man managed to be the impossible combination of, everything light and carefree as he laughed in a field of flowers and long grass, and anger as he cut down his enemies in a complex dance of Jedi and lightsaber, as well as childlike with wide blue eyes and a penchant for mischief and trouble, and impossibly sinful, a long toned form with hard muscles felt beneath his Jedi robes and teasing smirks as he kissed her heatedly. Not to mention the sadness that always lurked behind those crystal eyes, the incredible amount of systematic emotional pain that had been inflicted on someone so incredibly young, scars and weight that grown warriors would crumble under.

He was a complex mosaic of love and passion, anger and pain, joy and mischief. Broken apart by the universe over and over again before being piecing himself back together slowly and painfully, simply because he had not other choice. His choices seemed selfish and reckless to those on the outside, but she knew, she saw the selfless love and fierce protective instinct behind each of those choices, each one making her love him more. And now, he was hers, firmly cradling her to him as if she was the most precious thing to exist, and she knew that to him- she was. This perfectly impossible man was devoted to her mind, body, and soul and was all worshipping hands and sinful kisses as he explored all she ha bared to him.

"Oh, Anakin." Her sigh of his name nearly brought him to tears, emotions overwhelming him at this dream come to life, only to be brought back to reality at the feeling of her tiny hands slipping under his tunic and over his stomach, his hands fumbling to help her remove the offensive article of clothing.

"Padmé." He groaned, throwing his tunic across the room, hands settling on her waist briefly before sliding up and over the beaded lace and silk of her dress, swiftly undoing the back of it, groaning as it slid off her shoulders only to catch on her breasts. His fingers greedily explored the newly exposed flesh, grinning smugly against her shoulder at the goosebumps that erupted in response. "I think I'm at a disadvantage here, Angel." He tugged gently on the loosened fabric, quirking a brow at her.

His wife swallowed visibly, trembling hands coming to rest on her dress. Anakin frowned at the sight of his brave Padmé acting so nervous, not used to the sight of her acting so unsure, rather than fierce and determined. His hands swallowed hers as he pulled them away, squeezing them comfortingly. He knew she used her outfits as her battle armor, the elaborate dresses and hairstyles allowing her to feel near invincible. He was, quite literally, asking her to strip herself of her defenses, expose herself down to the nerve, to be vulnerable for him. To be Padmé Naberrie- Skywalker now- rather than warrior Queen Amidala who saved Naboo, or the freedom fighter he fought alongside not too long ago, or Senator Amidala who used words to battle corrupt politicians and defend those she served. To just be Padmé, exposed and vulnerable. His Padmé.

"If you're not ready for this than we'll wait. I've waited years for you, Padmé. I'll wait any amount of time for you."

She shook her head, velvet curls flying. "You already have me." She stood, looking him straight in the eye as she held her gown to her chest, letting his eyes roam over her standing there, swollen lips and ruffled hair, before letting it drop.

Anakin inhaled sharply. His eyes started at the very top of her head before trailing down, taking in every detail. Her curls were wild, draping over her shoulders and falling down her back, her skin glowed in the moonlight that shone through the the open balcony doors, love bites standing out and making him want to make more. Her breasts were perfect, just the right size for his hands to hold with rose nipples perched enticingly, begging for him to play with. Her stomach was toned, ending in flared hips. Her toned legs were long, for someone of her height, and were crossed nervously to hide her most intimate area.

"Ani?" She began shifting nervously, causing him to realize he'd been staring silently for just a bit to long. He stepped off the bed, striding over to her quickly, maintaining his heated stare the entire time. When they were almost touching he stopped, eyes burning into her's intensely as his hands dropped to his trousers, unlacing them with ease and allowing them to drop. He stepped out of them, kicking them off somewhere into the large room, as they both stood, nude, in the moonlight and took each other in. After a few intense moments, they both reached for each other, lips crashing together in the middle. He bent over her, hands grasping her by the thighs just underneath her bottom, and lifted her up, her legs wrapping tightly around his waist. They both shuddered when her sex pressed against his toned stomach, his hands sliding up to grip her rear tightly as he moved them to the bed.

He pulled away slightly, both of them panting and sharing air, whispering softly against her lips, "I truly, deeply, love you."

"And I, you, Anakin." His lips dropped to her left breast, lightly biting and tugging at her nipple as he laid them both on the bed, covering her body with his, a muscled thigh slipping between her's and pressing against her sex, grinding slowly. She groaned hoarsely, a sound the shot straight to his cock, and he switched to the other breast. Her nails dug harshly into his back, her eyes closed tightly at all of these new, overwhelming sensations coursing through her. "Ani-" He bit harder down on her nipple before sucking her breast into his mouth, hands gliding over her her hips and firm stomach, tweaking her other nipple gently.

"Tell me what you want, Padmé." He mumbled around the soft flesh in his mouth.

"Wha- what?" He released her with a pop and looked up at her with dark eyes that were just a thin ring of blue around huge pupils.

She looked perfectly disheveled, hair haloed around her thrown back head, chest heaving and flushed with a red that spread up to her cheeks. Fuck, she was gorgeous.

"Tell me what you want."

Her eyes opened, meeting his, teeth tugging at her bottom lip. "You, always you." He groaned at that, head dropping to rest on her chest.

"Fuck." Her eyes blew wide at his language, scolding him lightly without thinking about it.

"Ani..." His grin was shark like, moonlight reflecting off his teeth brightly.

"What was that, Padmé?" When she opened her mouth to respond, his hand flew to her sex, pressing down sharply. Her head flew back a cry escaping from her open mouth, nails dragging down his back. His mouth down to her stomach, sucking and biting harshly, determined to leave a mark to prove to them both that this actually happened, that it wasn't a dream.

"Stop teasing me, Ani."

"Your wish is my command, Senator." He pulled back, pulling her thighs apart slowly. He sucked in a sharp breath, hands shaking as she was revealed to him. She was perfect in every way, and she was his. He took a steadying breath as he grasped himself in his hand, shifting to position himself at her entrance. "Are you sure?"

"I've never been more sure of anything in my life." He looked into her eyes, and when he saw the firm resolve there, he nodded, gently pushing into her.