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Laying next to her had always been the ultimate climax for you. Nothing could compare to the high of just having her next to you, how she felt against you, the smell of her surrounding you, and even the taste of her still on your tongue. "You know, staring is creepy." Her voice is soft, with just a hint of a breathy whisper. "I'll still be here when you open your eyes. I won't leave, and maybe we can get breakfast in bed, whatever you want."
"You said that last time, and then while I was sleep you left me. You didn't even answer any of my calls or texts you just ignored me until-" she cut's you off by her sitting up, the blankets falling off her chest. The look she gives you is one as if you've somehow offended her.
"You know Anakin is only okay with our arrangement if it doesn't interfear with our family and marriage. I can't just ignore my husband and children for you! I just-" She lets a long sigh. That lets you know she's not upset. She's just frustrated. "You don't get it. You're young and you don't have a family to worry about, you don't have responsibilities. God, why can't you just be happy, just let things be."
"I'm sorry. Can we please just lay back down. I don't wanna waste the time I do have with you fighting." The smile that stretches across your face is small, it's meaningless, and fake. She takes her time getting back into the bed and once she's made herself comfortable, she turns to face you. Looking into her soft brown eyes, that when made upset turn hard in an instant.
"You know, I love you. I want us to be happy. That's why I've decided I want you to come meet my family."
"Really?" Disbelief crosses your face because if it's one thing Padmé has stressed it's that her family life and you are to stay as far apart as possible. You've met her husband Anakin once. You thought he was extremely handsome, even when he frowned. His voice was low, deep and it still somehow managed to sound soft. You could understand why Padmé married him. He looked at her as if she'd hung the moon and the stars, as if she shaped his entire world, as if she was his entire world. The one thing you'd never understand is how he would be okay with an arrangement like the one we shared.
"Yes. You've met Anakin already once before, it'll be just like that except more formal." She brings her hand to stoke your face, pushing the hair out of you eyes. When she's done brushing the hair behind your ear, she leaves it there to rest with just her thumb stroking your cheek. "I think- I think we'll all be much happier once we get to know each other. Anakin asked about you just last week. He thought that even though the last time the two of you met, you were still pleasant to him."
Deciding there has been enough talking you lean in to close the small gap that is left. Kissing Padmé is like, taking in all the air you will ever need. Pulling away for just a moment, just to go back in molding your lips to her soft and perfect mouth. She tastes sweet like pie and vanilla ice cream, like, something only you could imagine in your wildest fantasies.
Trailing your hand down between the two of you, when you go to insert a finger into her warmth she stops you. "It's your turn." The way she speaks comes out as a breathy whisper against your lips as if the two of you are staring all the air in the space you occupy. Kissing her way down your body almost as, if she's making a map. She takes the time to memorize the area above your belly button and her mouth is warm against your cold skin.
"Please keep going."
Continuing only to suck a deep mark onto your thigh as adjusts your leg to her liking. The feeling of her tongue finally making to where you want it, liking a long stripe up your warmth while inserting her ring finger into you. "More please!"
"Does my sweet girl want more? Do you want two or three?"
trying to find a rhythm as you move yourself against her hand. "Three! Please! it feels so good." Her tongue moves against the sweet bundle of nerves, all-while her fingers thrust in and out of you.
Removing her mouth from you, she slowly starts to kiss her way up your body until she reaches your neck. She lets a soft sigh against your neck before she starts to suck it. Using her teeth to bite down onto your neck all while she continues to suck a deep mark unto it, as she starts to speed it up the movements her fingers make all while circling the little bundle of nerves to bring you to your climax.
"Go faster!"
Turning your face so that you're now looking into her eyes, you lean up so you can capture her lips in a deep kiss. Moving your hand to tangle it into her hair to pull her closer, to pull her deeper. Only breaking away to take a small breather.
The way you feel as if your whole body feels weightless. Feeling a warmth start to spread thought body, like, all the love Padmé has given you has brought you here to this one moment. Your thighs snap shut on her fingers as you ride out your orgasm. The pace her fingers has kept for those moments has started too slow, until she's no longer moving them at all. Now she's just letting you move yourself against her fingers and, when you're finally done you legs fall and release her hand.
She comes to fall down onto the bed next to you. You're left staring up the ceiling, the one you've become all to familiar with, the one that still has the little glow stars on it. "God, I don't think I can move."
The laugh she lets out is one of you've grown to love, one that fills you with warmth that compares to nothing in the universe. "I don't think God had anything to do with that. I think you should be thanking me."
Looking over at her I can see that a smirk has stretched itself across her face. Reaching out to pull her closer and wrapping your arms around her. "You're right I should be thanking you." You start to trail your hand down her body, when she grabs it halfway to its destination.
"You can thank me with that dinner, Sunday night." She doesn't say it as though its a question but, as a command, like, she's telling and not asking.
Scoffing, you turn away from her. "Why? So I can watch you and your husband together, while I watch you play house."
"No, why would you say that. I want you to come to dinner at my house, so you and Ani can formally meet, so, maybe you can be around more." She wraps her arms around you and pulls you close, close enough to where she's now kissing your back. "You don't have to be jealous of Ani, I love you both so, so much. I want you two to get along."
Her voice has turned to pleading, almost as if she's begging. "Okay." That's the only thing you can bring yourself to say.
"Really? You mean it?"
"Of course, I would do anything for you."
"Thank you. You'll never know what this will mean to me."
The rest is spent in silence. I spend it basking in her presence as if I let go and fall asleep she'll disappear.