LoW Prompt #07-41: Stimulate. Rated R.
Library of Winds Prompt #07-41: Stimulate.
They've been so busy lately, so stressed, so prone to snap at each other if things don't go right, that when Anakin suggests a romantic night with just the two of them, alone in Padmé's apartment, she eagerly agrees. She understands her husband needs a break, and Force knows she could use one. Carrying the baby is exhausting, her work at the Senate drags her down and it feels as though she had not had a normal day in weeks. Whatever a normal day means.
They eat dinner together, then move into the bedroom. It seems these days that Anakin and Padmé cannot discuss politics or current events without arguing, and so they leave those topics for now. This night is for them, without the interference of the outside world. Padmé is anxious to be intimate; the pregnancy hormones have increased her sex drive and at times the mere sight of her husband is enough to arouse her. Anakin happily obliges her - he is always ready, and usually cannot get enough.
He stimulates her first, drawing his fingers slowly in and out of her entrance as she writhes on the bed. Moaning his name. Begging for more. Arching off the bed as she comes, gasping, "Ani ... oh Ani ... I love you."
Anakin smiles down at her. "I love you too, Angel," he replies, leaning down for a kiss. "I've never seen you like this. So ... willing, so ... beautiful."
"It's the baby," Padmé explains breathlessly. "Makes me want it. I don't know what I did when you were away on missions."
He laughs. "Glad to know I'm not expendable."
"You could never be, Ani ... never." Padmé pulls him in for another kiss, her arms going around his neck, then gasps with pleasure and surprise as he enters her and begins slowly moving.
She moves to meet his thrusts, scratching her nails along his exposed back and listening to his soft declarations of love, feeling his lips brush her, wanting to take this moment and save it, so she can replay it endlessly in her mind. Padmé knows she already will, but she wishes it could be something she would experience, over and over, forever.
They fall asleep in each other's arms, still entwined, Padmé resting her head on her husband's chest and his arms cuddling her.
It is the last time they will ever make love.
Padmé Amidala
Star Wars
401 words
They've been so busy lately, so stressed, so prone to snap at each other if things don't go right, that when Anakin suggests a romantic night with just the two of them, alone in Padmé's apartment, she eagerly agrees. She understands her husband needs a break, and Force knows she could use one. Carrying the baby is exhausting, her work at the Senate drags her down and it feels as though she had not had a normal day in weeks. Whatever a normal day means.
They eat dinner together, then move into the bedroom. It seems these days that Anakin and Padmé cannot discuss politics or current events without arguing, and so they leave those topics for now. This night is for them, without the interference of the outside world. Padmé is anxious to be intimate; the pregnancy hormones have increased her sex drive and at times the mere sight of her husband is enough to arouse her. Anakin happily obliges her - he is always ready, and usually cannot get enough.
He stimulates her first, drawing his fingers slowly in and out of her entrance as she writhes on the bed. Moaning his name. Begging for more. Arching off the bed as she comes, gasping, "Ani ... oh Ani ... I love you."
Anakin smiles down at her. "I love you too, Angel," he replies, leaning down for a kiss. "I've never seen you like this. So ... willing, so ... beautiful."
"It's the baby," Padmé explains breathlessly. "Makes me want it. I don't know what I did when you were away on missions."
He laughs. "Glad to know I'm not expendable."
"You could never be, Ani ... never." Padmé pulls him in for another kiss, her arms going around his neck, then gasps with pleasure and surprise as he enters her and begins slowly moving.
She moves to meet his thrusts, scratching her nails along his exposed back and listening to his soft declarations of love, feeling his lips brush her, wanting to take this moment and save it, so she can replay it endlessly in her mind. Padmé knows she already will, but she wishes it could be something she would experience, over and over, forever.
They fall asleep in each other's arms, still entwined, Padmé resting her head on her husband's chest and his arms cuddling her.
It is the last time they will ever make love.
Padmé Amidala
Star Wars
401 words