A Duet of Fates

Shadows

Padmé woke from the familiar sound of Skoona birds beckoning from their lakeside coops. Memories of his childhood caused a grin to form on his waking visage. Beside him, his guardian Anakin, stirred in her slumber.

Padmé leaned toward her and kissed her tenderly on the temple. Her stirring abided briefly. The taste of her sweat awakened a hunger for the passions of the night before. He leaned back in and kissed her again on her soft cheek. Then, on her lips. Savoring the now familiar taste, he continued to kiss her, awaiting her arousal. Waiting breathlessly with anticipation.

Anakin moaned as she stirred, her body flushing and responding to her love's lips. Her moans encouraged the senator to further his pursuits. Padmé ran a hand up and down Anakin's thigh and began to gently kiss her on the nape of the neck. Abruptly, he felt himself being tossed through the air by an unseen force.

Suddenly, Anakin startled awake by the shadows of her dreams and sprang out of the bed. Instinctively, she noticed the heat from the Force that warmed her body starting to dissipate as she began to wake up. Terrified, she moved into a defensive pose as her lightsaber flew into her hand. Her body was quite tense and nude.

The blue glow of the saber shone on the beads of sweat that formed on her brow and breasts. An unfamiliar look masking her face.

Padmé stared in fear and utter awe. He slowly picked himself up off the floor, with an antique lamp supporting him, surprisingly undamaged.

"Ani, it's me Padmé. You are safe," he said, his voice still thick with sleep.

He took a step forward around the bed. Anakin stepped back; defensive, as a wash of recognition appeared in her eyes.

The saber deactivated as she stumbled forward, lacking her typical grace. Padmé caught her in his arms. She gazed up at him as he slowly brought her to the floor to sit. Gradually regaining her senses, she reached up to touch his cheek.

"Padmé, you're here", she replied weakly.

He pulled her into an embrace to kiss her once more, hoping to bring her more strength. He noticed the sensation of her bare skin, warm against his, and finally noticed his own nudity.

When they kissed, Anakin eagerly responded to his passion with her own in hopes of ridding her mind of the nightmare. She felt him squeezing her thigh as she returned it by pulling his hips closer to hers. The shaft of his cock teasing her.

Padmé began to feel instinct taking over his senses. He could hear the chastisement of his sensibilities warning him of the implications of this relationship. But in this moment he knew exactly what he desired.

Reaching down between her legs, he rubbed between her lips and found a spot that made Ani moan. Focusing his wits, she began to writhe with pleasure. He pulled her closer and she bit his neck to conceal a sharper moan.

Soon, he could feel her guiding him into her. The ecstasy of the moment, palpable and intense. She gazed intently in his eyes, and he could feel the allure of losing control to her whims. But through willpower alone, he grasped her hands in his and held them against the side of the bed. Her jaw dropped in astonishment and her eyes rolled as he began to overpower her.

Anakin never imagined Padmé would overpower her so quickly in her fragile state. She loved the feeling of his determination, a powerful fire connecting his mind and body. She also loved his prowess, especially as he lifted her hips and pushed deeper. She began to feel as if she would lose control. She needed to focus, she needed to stay in control.

But that's when she felt it.

A tingling began to course through her body and it increased in speed as it rushed through her mind. The sensation reminded her of the hot wind rushing through her hair while her racing pod whizzed through the hot dunes of Tatooine. But this exhilaration was welcomed with a delightful ecstasy.

Padmé felt his partner tense and the world seemed stuck in a riptide, pulling him away from her. He grabbed her hips harder as she moaned louder. She grabbed his back and he felt the sting of her nails as she screamed his name. The antigravity of her powers grew to an apex and he could hear the sounds of breaking porcelain and the overturning of furniture. He continued to hold onto her with sheer force of will alone, defying her mystic might.

Anakin's orgasm crescendoed as she gazed into her lover's deep brown eyes. He looked determined and full of prowess. She welcomed that idea. The council be damned. She didn't want him to waste this moment. She needed to inspire his instincts and provoke his lust in this moment. She kissed him from his lips to his ear and whispered in a voice still trembling from her orgasm, "I want you to fill me up and be one with me."

His eyes shimmered, but his determination did not yield.

"Even if only for this moment", she added when a flicker of shadowy doubt slithered across her thoughts. She wrapped her legs around him pulling him closer and deeper.

Padmé felt the pressure building within him as the words of what she had said floated through his mind enticing him closer and closer. The repercussions of this moment could be dire. The warnings of his elders. The societal need for betrothal. But the love in Ani's eyes pleaded for emancipation from everything but their love.

He felt it.

A moment of intensity and oneness between them. He could feel her heart beating inches from his. He felt her sharp inhalation of surprise and her body tense with pleasure. She released an exhalation of longing as she felt his warmth spread inside of her.

They began to melt into each other's arms kissing and enjoying the sensation between them. Anakin kept her legs around his waist but relaxed the tension that had built in them. Padmé smiled at his lover as stroked her cheek.

"Are you feeling better now? I mean- did that help?" Padmé inquired, a look of concern flashing across his bright features.

"Yes, much better." Anakin's eyes seemed to be free of whatever had troubled them in the past few days. "I just needed to feel those lips again," she smirked.

"And the rest of me as well," Padmé jested. "I hope you'll sleep in my chambers tonight."

Anakin thought for a few seconds. The implications of her actions dawned on her briefly, but she quickly pushed them away, and declared, "If you'll have me." She winked as she relaxed her legs from around his waist.

Padmé got up and offered Anakin her robes.

"I love you."

"I know." She grinned.

He felt his heart lift.