Post Destroy Malevolence ficcie
There was a light rapping on the cabin door, awakening Padmé from the nap she'd been taking on the bunk. She walked over to the door, and pressed the release button, almost knowing for certain who it was on the other side.
Anakin stood in the darkened corridor, grinning rakishly. "Permission to enter your stateroom, milady," he said, bowing formally.
Padmé couldn't help herself. Barely keeping a straight face, she cooed, "You have permission to enter, Master Jedi." As soon as the cabin door shut behind him, Anakin took Padmé into his arms and kissed her deeply. He then began nuzzling her neck. "I have twelve hours before a consular ship can pick me up," she gasped. She trembled at Anakin's hands roving all over her body.
"We'll make the most of it," he murmured in between kisses.
"What about...Obi-Wan...your padawan?" Sweet goddess, how can he do such things to her?
"They're not invited," Anakin whispered with a naughty grin. "Don't worry about them my love. They're occupied with their duties while I'm catching up with an old friend. No one will disturb us." Anakin reached toward the lighting controls in the cabin and dimmed the lights, but just enough so they could still see.
"Only you could be so bold." Padmé shook her head.
Anakin chuckled. "And you wouldn't have it any other way." He pulled down the front zipper of her jumpsuit and peeled the light garment off of her. Since she'd been napping, her hair was already loose to her shoulders and she was barefoot. She remained clad in only lace undergarments. Turning around, she glanced at her lover coquettishly as she crawled up into the bunk. Padmé then lay on her side seductively, propping up her head with one arm. "What are you waiting for? I have eleven hours and fifty three minutes left." She'd never seen Anakin undress so quickly before in her life, practically flinging his clothes around the room. She laughed as she watched him. He was always the messy sort.
She only had moments to admire his naked form before he bounded into the bunk beside her. He rolled her onto her back. Now he was completely in control, showering kisses all over her body and pleasuring her with his hands. The scraps of undergarment were soon tossed aside and they hungrily explored each other's bodies.
Soon they joined together, muffling their cries so as to not raise any suspicion. When Padmé reached her climax, Anakin kissed her, absorbing her release. Then he shuddered, releasing his warm seed as he muted his own involuntary moan by kissing her again.
He settled next to her, putting an arm around her shoulders. They lay silently for a while, before Anakin broke the silence. "I've missed you so much," he said, looking once again like the lovesick padawan he'd been the night he confessed his feelings for her. "When I heard you'd been captured, it was as though my heart stopped. I couldn't give anything away to Obi-Wan, Master Plo, or my padawan, but I couldn't stop myself from going after you."
"I am grateful to my brave Jedi protector," Padmé said, running her finger on Anakin's jawline, "even though I still think you should've kept up the attack."
"Hey, we destroyed the Malevolence and you're safe with me. I'd call that a win-win situation." He gave her a wry grin. "Did you really try to destroy Grievous along with your ship?"
"Yes. Unfortunately, he escaped."
"Will the Queen be displeased with what happened to the ship?"
"The Queen will understand. She wouldn't want the ship to fall into Separatist hands anyway."
"Just as long as you don't get into any trouble," Anakin said. He lifted her chin and kissed her. "Now how much time do we have left?"
Padmé rolled Anakin onto his back. "Plenty," she said.