"I think we need to take Luke and Leia to Naboo," she sprung on him once the children had fallen asleep a few nights later.
He gulped behind his mask, looked up at her from his position on the couch. It had been a long time since he'd seen her in her nightgown.
"I want them to see the lakes, and the waterfalls. And I'd like to see my parents," she informed him.
He said nothing as she walked around unaffectedly, and he began to believe that she truly had no idea what she was doing to him. He balled his fists up tightly. Not long ago he'd have been able to caress her bare shoulders, kiss her soft neck, hold her and feel her and smell her and taste her! And NOW he could do nothing but watch as her very form aroused him in a way that could no longer be satisfied.
He was reminded of why he couldn't do all those things, and his mind filled with some very appropriate words only one who'd dwelled on a Hutt-controlled planet would blush at hearing.
"I can't leave the city for long periods of time without being trapped in here," he reminded.
How he wanted that to sound gentle. It was gentle when it came out of his mouth. But it wasn't when it hit his ears.
"I need my chamber," he ground out.
That had sounded angry, as it had meant to. Not angry at her. Angry at himself. Angry at his position.
"I know," she conceded. "It's just a wish. I forget sometimes, you have to remind me."
He growled angrily. Finally his frustrations, the ones he'd been bottling up inside for weeks now, began to burst out.
"I hate this Padmé. I hate being in here. I hate not touching you. I hate that I haven't held my children like I want to and I HATE what you do to me that I can do absolutely nothing about."
She looked at him startled, like she hadn't really expected him to have these feelings.
"You look so beautiful. I want to pleasure you, I want to love you and I can't," he tried to explain.
His mind had briefly flittered to the idea of offering her an option out of their marriage, so she could find solace in the arms of another, many a time in his trapped hell. But he didn't quite have the courage to let her go, let alone think of her in the arms of another.
"Anakin," she breathed softly with regret.
"I'm sorry," his voice modulator pounded out. "I didn't mean for that to come out. I just haven't seen you in that since before."
He indicated with his arm the soft satin he'd last seen when, though tormented by her impending death and driven into a downward spiral of hate, he'd been complete enough to touch her. Properly.
Chapter Three contains adult, NC-17 scenes. Chapter Four does not.