A/N: This story jumps from T to M in this chapter for explicit sexuality and some language. If this offends you or makes you uncomfortable for any reason, please don't ready any farther than this A/N.

"Can I at least get dressed first?" Padme felt cornered; an emotion that she didn't respond well to. She tended to get snappy and territorial, far from her usual sweet demeanor. Anakin had uttered those words, the words that no woman in a relationship wants to hear: We need to talk. What was this about? Would he leave her now, in the middle of this insanity?

It's not as if you're worth it, you pathetic piece of filth. He doesn't need some sniveling, weak woman, and you're only slowing him down. You know it, I can feel it. You know what's coming.

The voice-the wretched voice-was cackling inside of her again. Padme grabbed her light blue monogrammed robe, and stood stiffly by the bed. She was not ready for what she knew was coming next.

"Padme, I'm going to level with you here. You're not telling me anything, you're actions are getting stranger by the minute. How can I protect you if you don't tell me what's going on?" he said angrily, crossing his arms in front of his chest. "We're married; and you need to trust me. Our relationship is dangerous enough as it is, and I don't want to risk what we have."

Anakin grabbed her hand, pulling his wife closer to him. Padme was shocked; this is not what she had expected. Was this some sort of Jedi mind trick? Was he just messing with her head-him telling her one thing, and Malga screaming another inside her mind?

"A…alright." Padme whispered. "But I don't want to talk about it right now. I'm frightened, and I need to sleep. I still have my senatorial duties to fill."

Anakin's clear blue eyes bore into her. "Are you sure you'll be able to handle it? It'll be difficult for me to come and help you…I have to be at the Temple."

"I'm not a baby, Anakin. I can take care of myself!" she huffed, and pulled her hand out of his.

"And you've done such an exemplary job of it lately, wouldn't you say?"

Padme turned away abruptly, wet curls slapping on her back. She stormed out into the living room and sat on the couch, head in her hands.

"Padme, you have to understand that-" Anakin began, but Padme interrupted him.

"I don't have to understand anything, Anakin! I know what's going on in my body…you're not inside of my head!"

But I am, foolish girl

"Well, if you would tell me what the hell was going on, maybe I would!" he shouted.

"I already told you, I don't want to talk about it!" Padme shouted back.

"Then stop complaining!"

"I haven't complained once! I've been scared, exhausted, terrified, but never once have I complained!" she shrieked.

"God, woman! I don't know why I married you, you harpy!" he yelled. The words stung Padme like thousands of needles and razors, biting into her skin, penetrating to her very soul. She was standing now, close to Anakin. She could feel the anger radiating off him in waves of heat and malice.

"And I don't know why I married a child who will never be able to fully commit to me!"

Anakin growled in exasperation, and took off towards the balcony. Padme stumbled off into the bedroom, flopping down on her soft bed. The neutral, soft colors of her room blurred as tears fell out of her eyes. It was awful, seeing Anakin so angry. He was dangerous; she remembered the incident with the Sand People and shuddered with fear. That was not her Ani, but then again, she was a broken version of herself.

She buried her head into the pillow, determined to sleep through this horrid evening. Padme threw her robe off and crawled underneath the soft covers. Anakin wouldn't be in here tonight, she was sure. He was too proud. The setting sun glistened through her window, making wavering designes on the wall and floors. And then, there was the soft, comforting darkness that was sleep.

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Anakin kicked a small table on the balcony. What was wrong with Padme? He was beyond furious, stalking around and trying not to do anything he would regret. He had deliberately thrown the comment about their marriage at her, and it worked. She was hurt, but his mind was too crowded with anger for him to apologize, take back his words.

He needed to get out of the house, but he knew that was not an option. Logic was leaking through the wall of anger, and he realized that if he left, Padme might do something stupid, like the ordeal with the goddamn razor. There was no other option but to walk into the apartment, into the bubble of tension, anger and fear. He was afraid, he was angry and he couldn't tell Obi-Wan about this. Obi-Wan would tell Yoda, and he would get a lecture about fear leading to the Dark Side, the same one he had heard countless times before.

He opened the glass door and stepped into the well-appointed living room. Anakin stuck his head into the bedroom that he shared with his wife. He could see Padme's bare shoulder and back peeking out from the tan blanket. Her hair was drying, curling haphazardly. He took several deep, calming breaths. His anger needed to retreat, leave him able to function like a normal human being who didn't wish to shake his wife, shout at her, and hurt her. He wiped his hands on his robe, and walked softly into the room.

Anakin padded softly toward the large, luxurious bed. He tripped over something, a data pad that Padme must have left on the floor. Padme shot up in the bed, the clattering object waking her up. She whipped her head around to see her sheepish looking husband.

"Have you come to yell at me and be idiotic again? If so, get the hell out of this room."

"No, Padme…I'm" He gulped, not used to apologizing. He had always covered up his mistakes with cockiness, charm, and sarcasm. "I'm sorry. I was out of line and I didn't mean half of what I said. It's just hard for me."

"Oh, it's hard for you? Gosh, that makes what I'm going through pale in comparison. Imagine that, it's hard for you!" she snapped.

"C'mon, Padme. Don't be too sour at me. We both said things we didn't mean, and I'm trying to apologize."

"Fine. At least you're making an effort." She huffed.

"Would it bother you if I slept in here tonight?" he asked, trying to soften his expression.

"It's whatever. I don't even care anymore." She laid back down, turning away from him.

Anakin walked over to the wardrobe, pulling out his sleep pants. As he walked to the fresher, he glanced back at his beautiful, confusing wife. He hoped this wouldn't go on much longer.

After brushing his teeth and washing his face, he strolled out into the bedroom. Anakin drew the curtains against the setting sun and crawled into bed next to his wife. He tentatively slipped his arm around her waist, snuggling close against her back. She stiffened and he rubbed his hand over her shoulder in soothing circles. Finally, she relaxed into him, fitting perfectly into his toned chest. Her breasts brushed his arm, her soft legs entwined with him, and the smell of her hair was intoxicating. Anakin tried to shake the lust from his head; now was not the time.

Padme shifted, and her behind ground into Anakin's groin. He squeezed his eyes shut, willing the inappropriate thoughts from his mind. His arm, however, was acting on it's own accord, slipping up her chest and over her soft breasts. Padme made a pleased sort of snuffling sound, pushing herself closer to her husband.

Anakin couldn't hold himself back anymore, he kissed the hollow of her neck, and fondled one of her breasts. Padme grabbed his other hand, and slid it down her stomach, letting it rest over her belly button. Anakin grazed his fingers around it for a moment, then slipped lower, brushing across her hip bones. His other hand was still touching, caressing, sweeping across her chest, and he still pressed kisses on her neck.

His hand went lower, playing with the curls that covered her center. Padme moaned, arching into his touch. Anakin couldn't wait any longer; he rolled her onto her back and settled himself between her legs, dragging his hot tongue in spirals around her belly button, kissing down her abdomen, nipping the inside of her thighs. He licked up her wet slit, tonguing her button. Padme moaned louder and twitched her hips. She could feel Anakin smiling down below. His hands were tickling down her sides. It was too much for her to handle, and she moved her hand to fondle her breasts, squeezing her nipples. Anakin gave her soft folds one more hot lick, then pushed himself up above her, gazing down at his gorgeous wife touching herself.

Padme reached up and ran her hands over his tanned, perfect chest. Her hands went lower, then shot back up to caress the scar on his eyebrow. She hooked her hands around his shoulders and pulled him down ontop of her. Anakin kissed her deeply, and brushed his hand through her hair, the color of the darkest coffee. She could feel his arousal pushing against her through his thin sleep pants, and she ground up against it. Anakin thrust down in response and bit his lip. Padme reached for the waistband of his pants, tugging at it. His expression turned serious as he looked her in the eye. "Are you sure?"

"Yes," she moaned. Anakin grinned and kissed her swiftly, yanking off his pants and tossing them to the floor. He was pressing hard against her, teasing her entrance with his dick. Padme's hands twisted in the sheets, eyes clouded with desire.

"Please.." she breathed, arching her back. Anakin kissed the corner of her eye and slid himself into her welcoming wetness. Padme moaned with pleasure, a happy grin twisting her mouth. Anakin pulled out teasing her again before he thrust in fully, sheathing himself inside her. Padme threw her leg around his thigh, trying to pull him even closer.

He slid in and out, knowing just where her pleasure spot was. He picked up the pace and Padme squeezed his biceps, encouraging him on. It wasn't until she started touching herself again, squeezing a breast with one hand, rubbing her clit with the other, that he truly lost control. He rocked into her, losing his slick rhythm until he felt the white-hot blaze of his orgasm rushing through him. He thrust into her wildly now, until his climax burst forth, leaving him shaky as he tried to support himself above Padme. She gave her left nipple a final tweak and wrapped her long legs around his back as her own climax rushed through her.

Anakin pulled out and rolled onto the bed next to her, panting. He felt his eyes closing in the aftermath of his orgasm, and he pulled Padme closer to him. She twined her legs with his once more, and rested her head in his chest, her curls tickling his pecs. He pressed a kiss on the top of her head, and let sleep take over him.

A/N: Wow. I'm back. Sorry for not updating in almost forever. I hope y'all haven't forgotten about me! I would love some reviews on this chapter, this is the first sex scene I've written and I would be grateful for any concrit. Please review and forgive the humble authoress for her transgressions.

ETA: I completely forgot to change the rating on this chapter! I've fixed it now, many thanks to IceRose for pointing it out to me. I posted this at midnight last night, and also forgot to add that unless it really messes up a large amount of people's personal canon to the point where they refuse to read anymore, Anakin's arm shall stay whole and human.

Once again, many thanks are in order to IceRose. Thanks for reminding me!

-ATS