A/N: Anyone who follows me on Tumblr knows just how LONG I've been working on this... I'm glad it's finally done. Enjoy!

Women were an enigma to every man on every planet in every system across the galaxy. How could any male claim to fully understand their secrets? After all, women were the beautiful and slightly terrifying keepers of all forms of pleasure. Boys of every conceivable species and race were obsessed with them, sitting for hours just contemplating the mysteries masked behind pretty, coy smiles and the hidden meaning beneath their giggles. Songs of mourned love, spurned love and epic love chorused in cantinas across the galaxy, from affluent planets like Naboo to grimy force-forsaken sandpits on Tatooine.

Sharing a bed with a woman… By the force, it was the greatest thrill and most complex challenge rolled into one overwhelming experience. A woman could reach great heights of pleasure with just the right touch or be left humiliatingly underwhelmed by even the most earnest attempts at foreplay. Their desires seemed to shift, guided on a whim by hormones Anakin would never understand, changing what they wanted and when they wanted seemingly in the blink of his eye. Sometimes, he'd heard, even who they wanted. He was sure – had to be – that even the most seasoned lovers were be left bewildered by their partners from time to time.

Sometimes, when the newly knighted Jedi let his mind drift off far enough, Anakin wondered how much easier it all might be if there was some guide or manual men could follow, like his starship's engine or the average droid wiring… After all, what could possibly be more rewarding than the sound of one's lover sigh as she arched up and –

"Ahh… Oh, Anakin…"

The Jedi Knight smiled.

Padme's fingers curled tightly into his hair and pushed his head down as he brushed his lips over her trembling stomach as his flesh fingers worked furiously between her legs. Distantly, he heard her utter his name again, pleading, breathless… Needing him. Something about that stroked an ego Anakin hadn't known he had until their wedding night four days ago.

He was doing it… And he was doing it right!

He sighed contently against her slick skin, his own body hard and aching from the feel of scorching heat and tender walls wrapped around his fingers. She squirmed when his pace slowed, Anakin gently nipped at her thigh.

"Mmm," the Senator sighed, "Ani, don't be a tease!"

Anakin chuckled against Padme's flushed skin, "If you want to keep complaining, Milady, I could just stop…" The resulting change in his beloved's expression was a death glare if he'd ever seen one. He didn't tell her that he had absolutely no intention of stopping; the Jedi Code preached patience not madness, after all. Feeling sly, the Jedi added, "unless... You want me to stop?"

"Why would I want you to do that?" She gasped breathlessly, jerking her slim hips up into his touch. "Where else in the galaxy could I find hands just like yours?" Her little quip made him chuckle under his breath. Through trial and error, Anakin was beginning to learn that Padme found sensual enjoyment in the contrasting warmth and cold of his flesh and durasteel hands on her body.

"Hopefully nowhere." He smirked up at her, "I wouldn't want to be out of a job so quickly…"

Padme gave a shaky laugh as she grasped the rich purple, embroidered, Nubian blanket, a wedding gift from herself to herself, twisting the exotic embroidery beneath her. Force, she was mesmerizing to watch. The Senator's entire body moved of its own volition, instinctively pushing, and angling itself toward the pleasure he sought so eagerly to give her. She rode his fingers as much as he was thrust them into her and Anakin only hoped he was doing enough. Satisfying Padme was an art he was still learning to perfect, an ongoing lesson of skill and endurance the past few days since their wedding.

Her breath came in short gasps, breasts rising and falling as her chest heaved and Anakin thought she'd never looked more beautiful than right now. Her bushy curls, still drying from their morning swimming and listening to the bickering of Artoo and Threepio on the beach, lay haphazardly over the pillows creating a dark halo surrounding her flushed face. Her lips were parted and her eyes were squeezed shut. She radiated sexuality and Anakin's trapped erection throbbed with need.

"You're so perfect," he sighed, ducking between her legs, desperately ignoring his own swelling need. Thinking about it too much could lead to another embarrassingly premature ending. The Jedi succumbed to his desire to kiss her instead, running his tongue over that hidden pearl that made her cry out. Padme's hand found his hair again, tugging without mercy, making him wince. At least his braid was gone now, he thought, his wife had been especially merciless with the pulling of that…

"You…ahh! Oh, Anakin!" she mewled as he flicked his tongue to the same beat as his fingers—quick little darts across her clit that had her speechless. She shoved his head closer to her sex and his lips closed over that magical spot, his nose tickled by wispy curls.

If he woke up tomorrow deaf to all other sounds but her sighs, gasps, and half-words Anakin could live and die a happy man.

He took his time pleasuring her, learning her, tasting the increasingly familiar erotic flavour of her womanhood. Anakin sucked her clit gently, his fingers finding a new, faster rhythm in time with her urgent moans. He pushed his two digits further, suddenly curling his fingertips and rubbing experimentally, desperate to map every single inch of her body while they had the chance. They only had two more days together before he was expected to join Obi-wan out on Kashyyyk as a fully anointed Knight of the Jedi Order and lead his own battalion of clone troopers. They had far less time than most newlyweds were given but it was all the recovery time the Council had been willing to permit Anakin to take after losing his hand.

Pushing such unhappy thoughts out of his mind, Anakin glanced up his beautiful wife's body and had to fight the urge to smile. She was his. All of her. And by her own choice too. When had he become so lucky? In all of his dreams about her those ten years apart… He could never have imagined… His mind could never have envisioned anything close to the reality of knowing her, touching her, loving her with the knowledge that she loved him too. How could any man alive be so fortunate?

Out of nowhere, Padme arched her back off the bed, throwing her head back as the rest of her body tensed. She whimpered and then cried out his name with a fervour that might have brought her handmaidens running into the bedroom, blasters in hand and fearing for their mistress' life had they been in the house. Thankfully, Padme had had the foresight to dismiss them for the week under the guise of private rest and recuperation.

He was pleasantly startled, lapping his tongue over her as he fingered her through her orgasm, prolonging her pleasure for as long as possible. His lust-driven mind imagined his throbbing length being squeezed by those tight walls inside her while lost in his own pleasure. Anakin had only been blessed enough to feel that sensation – a mutual climax –a handful of times. Padme had chosen to err on the side of caution while she became better acquainted with contraceptive methods and Anakin couldn't complain. He was plenty satisfied with whatever she wanted to give him. Coming inside her though? That had been an unparalleled experience so far.

Padme's breathing slowed and she rose herself up on her forearms, peering at him sheepishly like he had discovered some embarrassing shortcut to dissolve her into a mass of unbridled lust. "Wow… You actually found it," She sighed in her post-coital daze. Releasing his fingers from within her, Anakin climbed the bed to lay on his side beside her, raising a curious eyebrow. With a languid stretch, she moved to mirror his position and brushed her hand through his probably mused hair.

"Found what?" He murmured, "this?" The Jedi's fingers skimmed over her clit gently – she got overstimulated easily for the first few minutes after a climax, he'd learned that too. "I think I found that on our wedding night, love."

Padme laughed girlishly and shook her head, batting his hand away. "No, not that, silly. The other one…" Anakin swallowed. Force help him, there was another one? How in the Sith-hell was he supposed to keep track of these things? Males were relatively simple by comparison – a little touch and stimulation were all it took sometimes… But women? It was a puzzle of endless options, apparently. Seeming to sense the Jedi's distress, his wife smiled again, blushing as if they had anything left to feel embarrassed about with one another and cupped his face in her palm. "I mean… The spot… Well, inside of me."

Anakin's breath caught in his throat suddenly. Recalling the out of nowhere burst of her orgasm just after moving his fingers in a new way, the surprise almost jolted him enough to sit up straight. "Wait, that's a real thing?" He'd heard stories about a magical spot inside women, seen it in the occasional certain type of recording on the holonet he'd sometimes delve into to – never mind. Didn't matter. He'd thought it was made up or something men lied about while bragging about their conquests – the one's he'd overheard outside of the temple, that was.

At that, Padme's eyes furrowed together. "You really didn't know about it before? I thought everyone knew these things."

Oh, as if it was so easy to just know about these things living in the Jedi temple… "How could I? Younglings in the temple are taught the basics, how each species of people reproduce and why… Anything else you learn on your own. Who would have told me?"

He couldn't exactly ask Obi-wan for advice on making love to a woman he shouldn't be putting his hands on according to the code. Instead of any useful tips or special advice, Anakin would get the sigh, followed by the Kenobi headshake and a long, disappointed lecture on the danger of attachments and his recklessness. What was the point? Had Obi-wan ever even had….No, wasn't an answer he ever needed to know.

"Well," Padme started, "Obi-wan's your mentor. You two are close, maybe you could – "

"Yes, because he would happily hand out advice to help me break the code…" Anakin drawled.

She blinked, taken aback for a moment before sniggering. "Right… So, does that mean all the Jedi in the temple are… Well, if attachments and relationships aren't allowed, are they –"

"Virgins?" Anakin finished for her, smiling fondly and pushing a stray curl behind her ear. "Some are. Attachments and relationships are forbidden by the code but sex isn't. Some Jedi have to partake to ensure the survival of their species. Some do it to blow off some steam but others choose to avoid it to strengthen their attachment to the force. So long as you don't get attached, it isn't viewed as something against the code."

"Wow… I never thought Jedi would be one-night stand kind of people." Padme spluttered, "who would have thought!"

Rolling his eyes, Anakin retorted, "how did you think younglings happen? Force-sensitive kids don't normally just appear out of nowhere…"

Composing herself, she nodded. "I see… Does that mean – "

Ignoring her question in favour of sating his own curiosity, the Jedi's eyes flicked downwards to between his beloved's legs, her revelation replaying itself in his mind. He was fascinated suddenly by the way she glistened post-climax and an increasingly familiar flood of pride filled him from knowing he was the reason for it. He'd done that, he was the one who'd brought her that height of pleasure. It was an amazing feeling. Climbing over her, Anakin swallowed the words she might have spoken with a kiss and she let him, relaxing back into the sheets. Just like before, the Jedi kissed his way down every inch and curve of his wife's body, lingering to pay worship to her breasts for a while, then wedged himself between her legs. "… Hey… Ani, you already – "

He didn't respond, mind too busy working furiously to process the existence of a button of sorts inside her that brought intense pleasure. What had he done to trigger it before? It'd all been one lustful blur of sound, touch and trying not to come in his pants again. Oh, no, Anakin did remember… He knew exactly what to do. "Just… Just let me… I want to figure this out…" Never once did he tear his eyes away from her core, fascinated. He'd always known women were more intricate than men but this… Well, he was ready to learn.

Padme laughed softly, "We still have time, Ani… You don't have to work it all out in one day. We're learning each other." At this, Anakin looked up to meet his wife's gaze and smiled.

Physical intimacy was still so new for them but slowly, they were beginning to grow a sense of comfort and ease in being together naked and exploring one another. It wasn't something that naturally occurred the first time they slept together or even a few times after that… As she said, they were learning. Insecurities existed on both sides, never voiced but revealing themselves in hesitation and flushed faces and flashes of embarrassment… That was lessening now through trial, error and experience.

Although, if Anakin was honest, he didn't see what Padme had to feel insecure about. She was flawless, absolutely gorgeous… His perfect angel.

Climbing body, he kissed her with abandon, slipping his tongue between her pouty lips and filled her body with his fingers again, relishing her little ooh of surprise. Inside his trousers, his cock throbbed enviously. Determined, Anakin's durasteel fingers worked relentlessly as he tugged Padme's lip between his teeth, her moans breathy and heavy, filling what little space still existed between husband and wife. He felt her tremble, sharp, manicured nails biting into the flesh over his shoulders, painful but satisfying. So soon after one powerful orgasm, it was easy to send her spiralling toward another. Claiming her lips again, he slid his flesh hand into her curls, tongue mating with hers just as forcefully as his fingers probed inside her.

Force, how as he supposed to leave her behind? Anakin couldn't imagine waking even one day without Padme beside him. He couldn't get enough of this woman, her voice, her smile, her eyes, her love, the Jedi felt high on her presence, allowing himself to sink deeply into his wife's force presence. Her arousal fed his own, heightening every feeling and sensation as he pleasured her. It was addictive to know her, feel her and it drove the Jedi to ignore an aching wrist and throbbing cock. He would find that spot inside her again, he'd give his wife pleasure over and over again, indulge her every need, every fantasy… She could never be left disappointed, Anakin wouldn't have it. Forget Mastery, forget the war, the Jedi's mission became knowing every inch of Padme Amidala Skywalker's body in each conceivable way.

Remembering just what he'd done before, Anakin curled his fingers inside her and felt her buck, crying out his name. The desperate arousal she radiated coursed through his senses, more intoxicating than any wine or spices. Her pleasure whispered inside his body, an invisible ghost touch teasing and promising what was to come… If he could grit his teeth and last through this, that was. Pulling back from their kiss, he dared to look down her, eyes clenched shut, mouth slackened… No hint of the uptight and rigid Senator the galaxy saw, no, Anakin was in bed with a woman, a beautiful, perfect woman, who by some mercy let him see this private side of her no other had.

No one, he thought, no one but me.

Sensing exactly what she needed, Anakin angled his durasteel hand to rub the flattened pad of his thumb against her clit. Padme threw her head back into the pillow with a sharp cry. "Ugh! Oh my – Anakin… Please…"

Force… He was harder than he'd ever been in all nineteen years of his life… Every little moan and gasp of his name sent a sharp jolt of arousal straight to the Jedi's aching cock. He wasn't sure how much more of this he could stand, he needed her more than he had ever needed anything. Think of something else… Anything else… Just keep control, Skywalker, you can do this… Obi-wan! Think about Obi-wan… His former Master was probably the least sensual image Anakin could conjure at the moment, no! Think of Obi-wan in Padme's dress, the backless dress…. The one that showed off her smooth, perfect – no! Think of Obi-wan, think of Obi-wan…

He knew Padme had visited her family's favoured medical professionals just before their wedding to discuss contraception, she'd told him all about the pills and how they worked… There was still a certain element of risk involved in the early days of their usage, so, she'd been reluctant to allow Anakin to reach his climax inside after their wedding night. It'd sometimes meant he had to find other ways to stimulate her climax due to his lack of control and experience… So, now, Anakin took the opportunity to lay over his wife and make love to her with his hands in advance. So long as she was satisfied, he was happy. Anakin Skywalker pledged to spend the rest of his life making Padme Amidala Skywalker happy.

Although, she'd mentioned earlier that her pills would be in full effect within her

system by now, which meant - oh no, can't think about that right now, he shook those heated thoughts away. Maybe he should go back to thinking about Obi-wan…

Refocusing his thoughts back to Padme, Anakin worked that special spot for all his worth, brushing it in rhythm with the circles his thumb worked over her clit. She melted beneath him, bucking and sweating and sliding one hand into his cropped hair. A moment later, his wife tensed with little cries which followed every pump of his fingers. "Ugh…. Ugh… Oh, Oh, Anakin… Ani!"

One last curl of his fingers and she came over his fingers once again.

Force…

Anakin couldn't breathe. He didn't dare blink in case he missed a second of it.

When the pleasure abated enough to allow coherent thought, Anakin watched Padme's eyes flutter open to meet his gaze. Her full lips parted as if to speak, lingering in the breath's space between words and silence, undecided. Both husband and wife lay frozen together, on the precipice of their growing intimacy. Things were so different now than they'd been just seven days ago, he was a Jedi Knight now, a military General in the Republic's war against Separatists... Most of all, Anakin was a married man. Devoted in vow and law to the woman in his arms rather than merely his heart… His entire life had shifted in a matter of days and though it was everything he had ever wanted, deep down in the hidden places of himself, the parts filled with darkness and fear, unknown to anyone but himself, the Jedi felt the cold chill of dread.

Living up to the expectations of Obi-wan, proving himself to the Council and leading his men into battle based entirely upon his own decisions, cherishing Padme's heart and maintaining a secret marriage from across the galaxy… It was enough to make any man crumble. The timing may have been inappropriate, but Anakin was filled suddenly with an overwhelming sense of loss once more for Shmi. He remembered her kind face, the warmth inside her eyes and longed to hear the advice she'd undoubtedly have to offer. Be a good Jedi, be a better husband? Focus on his duty? She'd given up her child in order for Anakin to fulfil a grand destiny… Would she be angry with him for jeopardising her sacrifice to follow his heart?

It was a difficult thing, he thought to himself quietly, to experience both the greatest happiness of your life and the most soul-crushing grief at once. These passed days with Padme, enjoying their marriage and love were a balm on his pained soul, her presence alone chased the darkness far enough away that even after all that Anakin had done, he felt clean and free for the first time since he'd been just little Ani Skywalker on Tatooine. And then the night came and he dreamed of blood on his mother's face, of rage, of howls of grief and the screams in the Tusken village as his lightsaber tore through them all.

The guilt was stunning in its devastation. If only Anakin had stayed and lived with Shmi in their sandy hovel instead of following Qui-gon ten years ago. She would be alive, of that, the Jedi felt sure. Alive and happy by the side of her husband and step-son, his step-brother, he supposed. Maybe even he might have found something close to happiness in that life? If his time as a Jedi had taught him anything, it was that nothing was impossible in this galaxy.

But if he had stayed, Anakin would never have reconnected with Padme. She would never have known of or returned his love. If she thought of him, it would be merely as the little boy who'd won a pod-race to help get her home… He would never have known Obi-wan. Never trained with the old man, never laughed with him or teased him about his fear of flying...

Deciding between the lives lived or imagined required sacrifices neither version of himself was willing to make.

"Ani," Padme's soft voice pulled the Jedi out of his thoughts. Her brows were furrowed with the worry that gleamed in her eyes. Well done, you've ruined the moment. They were running out of time together and he was wasting what little they had left brooding.

Anakin felt one final swell of sadness in his heart as he began to understand himself a little more. This had always and would always be his way, to look ahead into the future or behind to his past… Never enjoying the moment that existed around him. As a boy, he'd dreamed of a future as a Jedi who'd return to free all the slaves, never taking the time to cherish his, albeit unknowingly, short time with his mother. On Tatooine, he'd been too angry over Shmi's fate and his guilt for leaving her behind to know his step-father and brother.

He wondered how much more he'd miss.

"What's wrong?" His wife stroked his face with both of her smooth palms, forcing his attention to return to her once again. "Tell me what you're thinking."

"Nothing," he shook his head and masked himself with a smile. Better she didn't know… He'd slipped up enough and revealed a peek into the dark chaos inside him when he'd told her what he did to the sand people. Anakin didn't want her to know just how pathetic a man she'd bound herself to. I'm going to be better, he swore into the force itself, I'm going to be the best Jedi – the best man I can be, for you… I'll make myself worthy of you, I promise. "It's nothing, my love…"

"Anakin," her voice hardened as suspicion bled into her eyes, "we're married now, please, talk to me… Let me help you." Dainty fingers brushed through his hair, soothing away the last vestiges of his ruminations. This was all that mattered right now, this moment was precious… He'd be damned if he let it pass while he sulked privately inside his head. He refocused his mind, pushing everything that wasn't his beloved away into locked places in his mind never to be visited. He may be tainted and grieving and less of the physical man he'd once been without his natural arm, but Anakin Skywalker would be damned if these days together were anything less than perfect for Padme. He'd give her the perfect memories to carry with her throughout their upcoming separation.

And Anakin? He'd remember her joy, her laughter, how bright, free, and divine she'd been here. That was the light he would hold in his heart, the one that would guide him home to her as soon as it was possible. This woman was his salvation, his destiny… He loved her to his very soul and beyond. He'd love her long after his consciousness returned to the force, he completely and utterly at her mercy. Luckily for him, Padme Amidala Skywalker was an angel… She'd love him just as he loved her. They were inevitable.

He kissed her, deep and slow, and felt the raging lust of earlier begin to seep back into his blood. Padme moaned, protesting his distraction for only a moment before she melted into it. Their hands wondered, touching and exploring what they'd spent hours and hours charting and learning.

When they could breathe no more, the Skywalkers parted, panting as Padme's fingers worked deftly to undo the button and zipper of Anakin's trousers.

Suddenly, the galaxy was small and contained in this single bedroom. There were no more concerns but their mutual, desperate desire.

Neither Skywalker delayed a moment longer. They'd waited long enough. Their movements held a purpose now, a sense of frenzy.

Anakin could have moaned with relief when his wife pushed his pants and underwear down, freeing his aching cock from its tight confines. He mourned for a moment, as he pushed himself up and back onto his knees to rid himself of the clothing, missing the softness and heat of her skin against his. It was perhaps the fastest he'd ever moved, tossing the trousers and underwear across the room into a messy heap Padme would tut about later.

Resting on his knees, the Jedi allowed himself a moment to admire his wife sprawled across the bed and awaiting the utter ravishing he intended to give her. To the best of his current ability… She was a vision, small, pert breasts rising with every breath, toned stomach quivering with want, her skin slightly more tanned in places from their time beneath the Tatooine suns, the pale-tan contrast where her clothes had begun and ended were an amusing sight, one she was trying desperately to fix beneath Naboo's less abrasive singular sun. Anakin had no complaints, the more he saw her naked, the better as far as he was concerned.

Shifting forward slightly, he held out a hand for his wife, "hey, c'mere…" There was something he wanted to try, something he'd been a little too afraid to initiate before but the moment felt right. He'd learned more about her body and how to better their intimacy today, it was a time for experimentation. Anakin sensed her curiosity as Padme pulled herself up onto her own knees and came forward. It made him smile, feeling her absolute trust in him and willingness to follow his lead… He'd never been allowed to take the lead in any situation in his life, he'd always had to follow Watto's demands, Obi-wan's instructions or the Council's rules… Now, about to lead a battalion of his own, Anakin was ready for a taste of control. When Padme was close enough, he gripped her slim hips with both his flesh and non-flesh hands. "Turn around, beautiful… Hands and knees."

Heat bloomed inside her darkened eyes and he watched her tug her lip between her teeth, just barely resisting the urge to pull it free with his own and kiss her senseless. Then, she smirked, dirty and smug and force, this woman would drive him mad, he swore. "As you wish… General Skywalker." Hearing his new military title spoken out loud – and like that – made Anakin's cock swell impossibly harder, throbbing desperately.

"I hope you know," he tugged her hips backwards a little as she got into position, "you've just ruined my life." Padme laughed quietly and Anakin joined her. "I mean it. How am I supposed to look my troopers in the eye when all I'll see is this," the Jedi gently swatted her firm backside, "every time they address me by my title."

She gasped at the soft blow and then moaned when Anakin did it again. He saw her tighten her grip on the sheet. "Mmm… What can I do to make it up to you?"

Currently, he lacked the brain capacity to begin to formulate a response. All the blood in his body was elsewhere at the moment, after all. He'd think of something witty when it didn't feel like his head was about to explode from lust. Anakin tugged her hips closer again and slotted himself between her spread legs. Using his flesh hand, he guided himself to her wet folds and slipped inside.

"Force…" He hissed, letting his head fall back as he filled her inch by inch. How was he ever supposed to get used to that? It felt impossibly better every time he was inside her.

"Ah…" Padme moaned, "Oh Anakin…" He felt her clench around him and for one worrying moment, his balls tightened in response. Deep breaths, Skywalker… His endurance was getting better and better but even the most controlled man in the galaxy would break beneath Padme's touch, he swore it. It passed after a moment but his arousal kept its edge. Tired of waiting, she shifted her hips backwards, encouraging him to get a move on already, not that he could blame her. Still, Anakin didn't know how in Sith-hell she managed to withstand multiple orgasms and still be rearing to go… Sometimes, he honestly felt like he might die after one good one.

Ah, the secrets of women.

Waiting no longer, Anakin began a quick, hard pace that left them both crying out. The bedroom was soon filled with a litany of slapping flesh and grunts of pleasure as he thrust and Padme rocked backwards to meet him. They fell into a rhythm without faltering, wringing every drop of bliss out of one another while it lasted. Reaching forward, his durasteel hand fondled her breast, thumb circling her hardened nipple as he moved his hips. Padme really enjoyed the cold contrast of the metal against her sensitive flesh, it turned out. She moaned his name, filthy and breathless and Anakin lived for the sound.

Lived for Padme, really.

And sex…

Well, his lightsaber too, he supposed. It was his life, after all, Obi-wan had said.

Apparently, Anakin was enthralled with things that could burn him.

Angling his hips, the Jedi drove into the slick heat between Padme's legs harder, faster and felt her begin to tremble beneath him. "Force… Ugh…" The rhythmic slapping of skin against skin challenged their hoarse moans in loudness but neither cared. Save for the droids, they were alone, free and safe to indulge in one another fully. They enjoyed it while they could.

Padme cried out loudly, pert little breasts swaying beneath her with the intensity of his thrusts and she rocked backwards frantically, meeting Anakin thrust for thrust. "Yes, just like that – oh!"

Doing as he was told, he strove to hold the angle in which his cock moved inside her, hoping secretly that maybe, just maybe, he might hit that special spot again. If he could make her come three times… Well, Anakin was fairly confident his head might explode. He felt sweat bead across his body, the beginnings of strain in his hips but nothing short of Padme herself asking could stop the Jedi moving. "Mine." He grunted, pulling her hips backwards to meet his cock, "You're mine."

"Yes, beloved…" Padme panted, lifting her head to peer at Anakin over her shoulder, "always yours…"

Releasing her hips, he leaned down over her slight frame, covering her moist back with his chest and continued to move, Something about towering over his wife this way felt almost… Dominant. She seemed so small and vulnerable beneath him, the mental image of himself stretched out over her made his cock twitch inside her. It was exciting to explore the great trust and growing comfortable closeness between the two of them. A bond borne of love, of the experiences they'd shared, facing danger, almost tasting death… No one else would ever understand. Not even time itself would dare come between such a connection, Anakin knew it. They would be together until the end of their physical lives and then… Well, whatever awaited on the other side, he had no doubt, they'd be together there too.

But first, they had to live.

Leaning down, he lowered his mouth to her ear, revelling in the pleasure radiating through Padme's force presence, but while Anakin's pleasure was racing to a crescendo, he sensed she needed something more. "Let me try something…?" He rasped in her ear and then groaned at the feel of her slick walls tight around him. How did people get on with their lives every day when they could be doing this all day? He waited for Padme's gasping consent before wrapping one forearm around her stomach and rearing back, with a little aid from the force for a gentle landing, onto his knees, taking her with him. The new angle pushed his cock deeper inside her, making both spouses groan at the feeling. Padme shifted her hips, straddling Anakin's legs now, to find a more comfortable angle. "Is this okay?" He asked between heated kisses along the slope of her neck, hands of flesh and durasteel climbed her body to fill themselves with her breasts. "If it's not, we can find something – "

"No – no…" She gasped when his thumbs circled her nipples and teased them into hardened buds once again. "This is… Oh!" Her breath hitched as they began to move together once more. "This is perfect, Ani… So good… You feel so good…"

Padme's arm rose to run her fingers through his hair as he thrust and she bounced, finding the perfect flow of movement together. Anakin rested his forehead on her shoulder as her walls clenched tightly around him, her body tightening in his arms… Yes! Yes… He was doing it… Keep control, she's so close… Gritting his teeth together, the Jedi brushed his flesh hand down her stomach then lower to find the little nub between her legs which made her see stars. Anakin touched her as if his life depended on making her climax before he did, and honestly, it felt like it did. He had to be good, had to be perfect for her…

After all, if Anakin couldn't give Padme this, the most basic aspect of marriage then what was left? To marry him was to enter a life of secrecy and deception to everyone around her, something Padme had been so staunchly opposed to when he'd proposed a relationship days ago. For however long the war lasted, she'd committed to lying to her family and friends about her life and her marriage in order to protect a duty they had no choice but to place above each other. By marrying him, Padme agreed to sacrifice after sacrifice and so… Anakin would be the best man he could be, the husband she deserved.

Right now, she deserved to scream with pleasure.

A few more moments of frantic thrusting, filthy grunts, curses and one breathless, sloppy kiss, and Padme tightened all around Anakin. "Oh, Ani… Oh god… Ohgodohgodoh…." Her body shook with shuddering tremors he might have dismissed in their first few intimate encounters, foolishly believing that women were as simple as men and that multiple orgasms weren't a possibility. If only he'd known then… Their wedding night and the nights that followed would have been really quite different. One taste of pleasure wouldn't have been acceptable for his wife, no, he'd give her however many she could stand, this time and every other time which followed for the rest of his life.

Anakin wanted this to last forever. He never wanted to stop fucking her, not for one moment, why would he? This was bliss, satisfaction down to his very soul.

He clenched his eyes shut as Padme cried out his name, hips stuttering and grinding down into his own. It was all he could do to gasp as the sensation of her orgasm washed over him too, colliding with his own pleasure so wantonly there was no holding back his own release any longer. She encouraged him with panting murmurs of love and desire as Anakin's head fell back with a long, broken moan, filling his heated wife with his seed. Nothing in the galaxy, not even the reappearance of Dooku himself in the doorway could have faltered the snap of his hips. Any semblance of higher brain function vanished in favour of the Jedi's most base, male instincts to bury himself inside his beloved over and over and over again until he had nothing left to give.

Then, it was over. Both husband and wife collapsed onto the bed in a sweaty, satisfied heap. Her head lay on his chest as they panted and Anakin's cool durasteel fingers traced circles on her damp back. Maybe he'd been a little wrong before… This right here, this was bliss. This was the moment Anakin wanted to stretch on for an eternity… He was most at peace with Padme in his arms.

"Hey… Ani…" She smirked breathlessly, lifting her head to meet his tired eyes.

"Please, Angel, if you want to go again, Imma need a minute…" He threw his arm over his eyes and laughed shakily. A minute and maybe half an hour of sleep…? No, definitely just a minute. "You just… Just go ahead and start without me. I'll join when I'm ready…"

Padme laughed and swatted his chest, "hey! That's not what I was going to say." When the Jedi replaced his arm on the bed, she took the opportunity to kiss him, slow and sweet and Anakin sighed happily, stroking her hair softly.

When they parted, she caressed his cheek lovingly, "What I was going to say is, after this…" Her smile was every bit as naughty and playful as someone would expect from a woman in the throes of a new marriage and it inspired one of his own. "You have to step up your game from now on, Mr Skywalker."

"Challenge accepted, Mrs Skywalker!" Anakin rolled his wife beneath his body, grinning as she squealed gleefully. If women were really such a great and vast mystery then he felt that he'd discovered a great deal about his wife today. In their first times together, sex and giving her pleasure had seemed such a mammoth task and it'd left the Jedi trembling nervously. Now, he knew secrets he'd hold close for their mutual benefit.

Happy wife, happy life, after all… He might have sniggered to himself if his mouth wasn't clasped around her nipple.

Heh, Anakin's lips curved upwards when he released her, maybe he didn't need that one special manual about women after all…

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