One Shots

Working Out the Kinks (Anidala)

Padmé Amidala-Skywalker laid out on the warm sands of the Varykino private beach. She adorned no makeup, no ridiculous senatorial gown; her hair was not styled in any elaborate updo. Instead, the curvy Nubian relaxed in a white bikini with her long, curly hair loose around her. Her honey brown eyes were shut, her focus on the warmth of the sun on her body. All of a sudden, something towered over her, blocking out her light. She cracked an eye open, obviously annoyed at the lack of sun.

"You're blocking my sun."

Anakin Skywalker towered above her, muscular arms folded over his broad chest. He wore only a pair of black swimming trunks and a pair of thongs to keep the sand off his feet. He smirked down at her, cerulean blue eyes sparkling with mischief as they grazed over his wife's figure.

"My most humble apologies, milady."

He took a step to the side, grabbing one of the massive beach towels from her beach bags. Taking the larger blue towel, he spread it out beside her before laying down on the sand-less linen. Rolling onto his side, the Jedi Knight eyed her mercilessly; he'd been away for months and now, he was finally home. Only with his Angel could the man find peace.

Padmé groaned, turning over to face him. "Can I help you?" Ever since they'd been married, her dear husband made a habit of staring at her for far too long. Of course, in his words, he was "admiring her" and "memorizing every detail to think of in his time away." Of course, after the defeat of Count Dooku and the execution of General Grievous, the war was finally over after many years of fighting. As per their agreement on the night of their wedding, both the Senator and Jedi Knight stepped down from their respective positions and came out as a couple.

"Forgive me, but you look so beautiful right now." Anakin drew her from her thoughts, one of his calloused hands gently holding her face. "Even though I think you're beautiful no matter how you get done up, I think this fresher face and loose curl look is my favorite..." He meant every word of it, pressing a kiss to her forehead. She melted at his affections, scooting over next to him on the towel. "Careful, you're gonna get sand everywhere."

"Oh, shut up, Padawan." Padmé curled up against his side, nuzzling her face against his pec. "Did you put sunblock on yet?" She peeked up, hearing him snort in response.

"Angel, I'm from Tatooine. I don't sunburn."

"Well, you still need to be safe..." She teased reaching over towards the bag. Once she found the right bottle, Padmé straddled his hips with a tiny smile. "Besides, don't you want to set a good example for the twins?" Still inside the villa, Dormé and the couple's droids watched over a snoozing Luke and Leia Skywalker as they took their afternoon nap. After only a few months, they'd begun to take longer periods of time to sleep; the family's handmaiden promised to notify the still fairly-new parents once the babies woke. (Not that their father would simply sense their changes in consciousness...)

"Fine... but only because of the spectacular view." Anakin teased her right back, his hands on either side of her hips. Before the pregnancy, his wife had always sported a fairly thin physique, petite bust and smaller derrière. Two months after giving birth to the twins, the first time mother had bounced back to a much curvier figure. She carried any remaining excess weight in her breasts and backside, her once-again flat stomach barely different than before. While he loved her soul more than anything, seeing her body during the pregnancy and after giving birth made Anakin only fall in love with her beauty even more.

"You're such a perv sometimes, I swear." Padmé was inwardly pleased by his comment, but only rolled her eyes in response. She squeezed out a little bit of the sunblock, rubbing it between her plans before beginning to work it in at his collarbone. Anakin surrendered to her delicate hands, shutting his eyes as he enjoyed the massage. She worked the lotion down his chest, taking her time as she massages each of the defined muscles on his torso. Years of training had turned the scrawny teenager she'd married into a man best described as a broad mountain of muscle. In truth, it made her feel so much safer having such an intimidating husband; she felt so tiny when he held her and she loved every second of it. While his appearance would eventually fade, his love for her would never falter and that was what she was attracted to the most.

Anakin arched his back, startling her when he sat up. "I think that's enough sunblock. However, if you really want to continue the spectacular massage..." He ran his hands up her sides, his mouth brushing against her jaw. "My back's always got a few kinks I'd be happy to let you work out."

"Ani..." Padmé sighed, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. She didn't need to say anymore, his lips on hers within seconds. The couple sighed together, both just as in love with the other as the day they married now just over four years earlier. He held the back of her neck, sparks flowing through their bond in the force. She broke the kiss with a chuckle, hiding her face in the crook of his shoulder. "Anakin, I don't think you want to keep going... Force knows we have our hands full enough with two children." He chuckled, stealing one more kiss. "I suppose you're right, the twins should be a little older before they - we - have more company. Do you mind helping me with my back though?"

"Of course not, you need sunscreen on your shoulders too." She stood up, letting him turn over on the towel. Once he was settled, she sat on the small of his firm back. "Kriff, you're amazing..." He mumbled, feeling her silky fingers begin working on the knots in his lower back. "Language, my love." She giggled, working her way up to his back.

A short time later, Padmé finished rubbing his shoulders; his back was finally loose and the previously tensed muscles relaxed. "There we are, all protected and knot free." Anakin sluggishly pushes up with his arms, turning around to kneel in front of her. "Thank you, baby." He kissed her forehead once again, knowing that was her favorite place to be kissed (other than her lips, of course.) "Of course..." She blushed, tucking some hair behind her ear. "Why don't we take a walk along the shore while the sunblock soaks in?"

"You assume I will willingly go swimming." He sassed, offering her a hand up.  "You will for me..." She smiled, keeping their fingers interlocked as she took him to shoreline. "Perhaps... so long as the twins remain asleep." The couple walked down the wet sand, only one of them enjoying the wet ground. They continued up and down the beach until the twins woke up just before dusk...