Lovers Across the Stars
A short and sweet anidala piece that i wrote spontaneously while listening to angsty music. Enjoy! (minor warning for nsfw, but nothing too bad at all)
Starry curtains draped the balcony in milky indigo, matching the sky resting atop a busy sparkling city. Padme traced the tallest of the buildings with her soft gaze, slowly twisting strands of her greasily oiled hair in her fingers. Dressed in a simple periwinkle nightgown, she rested lazily on the very edge of the unrailed balcony, perhaps testing fate in a calm stalemate. Yet as her thoughts mirrored the slowly twinkling stars, her heart was fluttering and swimming with all the creatures in the Naboo ocean. Thinking of her homeland only made her long more for the same comfort, the same warmth that lonely nights in Coruscant just couldn’t quite deliver.
Soon, though, it’d all be okay. Soon, she’d sink into the arms of whom she loved most, a feeling which she couldn’t compare to anything in the world lest it be devalued. Soon Padme would be reunited with her beloved Anakin Skywalker, but not yet. Not quite yet.
Her heart waited in the same vein as the restless hover speeders below, rushing to get from place to place, crisscrossing in endless layers almost low enough to touch the underworld. Minutes passed like hours in the courtroom, days in meetings, nights in a cold bed.
But they passed, creeping like they were vines wrapping around the columns guarding Padme's grand apartment balcony. And finally, while her eyes were glassed over tracing the patterns woven through the columns, the sound of a rowdy loud speeder tore her gaze away.
She was immediately blinded by the headlights but in a swift elegant motion she rose and dashed. “Anakin.”
“Padme.”
In a breath she was wrapped wordlessly in an embrace. His embrace.
Love, need, desperation, hunger…
Before Padme’s vision even cleared her soft lips were met with a rough and demanding kiss, deeper and deeper plunging farther into her soul. Her ears were ringing and her arms were shaking, only her heart was truly calm. It was loved. It was held. It was full.
Their mouths moved in an instinctive rhythm, swirling and dancing like they’d done a million times. Padme was now completely sunken into the Jedi knight’s embrace, unable to support herself even if she wanted to. But he held her with the strength that he would the world, tenderly and thoughtfully, hands roaming and searching and caressing. They were lost, that being the only way to describe it; in the galaxies above and an ocean of softly draped fabric and skin below.
“No time for words?” came out from the Anakin’s lips between kisses, nothing more than a sultry hushed whisper that sent endless shivers down the senator’s spine. He began trailing down her jaw, ever so slightly becoming more gentle than vigorous but no less passionate. They dotted her neck and soft flesh evoking gasps, that were the sweetest melody imaginable to Anakin’s lips.
Between breathless gasps Padme sighed, “Like you gave me a choice,” gasp, “Ani.”
Her teasing tone must have set off a flame of desire deep inside of Anakin because his pace quickened as he left more marks down his wife’s neck. She was seeing stars and not just from the lights above, letting out louder moans that satisfied him. They were intertwined as tight as could be, heat rising and rising instead of slowly being quelled like it usually would.
The time they’d spent apart was much greater than that of the last few. General Skywalker was unexpectedly summoned to a supposed sighting of a sith apprentice- spoiler alert, he survived. But it didn’t go exactly… as planned.
But all of those thoughts washed away now, quite literally shoved out of his mind and replaced with the single feeling of need. With the burning hunger of wanting to be with his wife, in the most intimate way possible. The carnal desire that lit him aflame.
Where the usual softness resisted his urges once was, it was no longer. He’d been waiting for weeks, and he wouldn’t wait any longer.
As for Padme, it was the same. It had been so long since she’d felt this desired, this wanted- she craved to be his once again, and forever.. Melting into a galaxy of passion and heat… nothing could stop the chemistry as Anakin's bites trailed down to her exposed collarbone and shoulder. She tasted better than he’d dreamed, like flowers and honey and everything warm. The way she gripped his waist with every ounce of her strength drove him insane.
Reluctantly he moved his mouth back to hers, exploring her tongue as she did the same. Searching, hunting-
Padme’s arms raised to his neck, gripping him harshly enough to hurt him if he wanted it to. She swung so that her back faced the curtains hiding the entrance to the bedroom, her weight causing Anakin to stumble forward and follow. Without breaking the elegant kiss they not-so-elegantly made their way into the dimly lit room. Doors swung open carelessly and furniture knocked over. There was something so scandalously romantic about the entire capital city watching through sheer curtains as they undressed, breaking the kiss only momentarily whilst slipping off clothing piece by piece. A periwinkle pool rested at Padme’s feet and soon a pile of burgundy robes accompanied it.
There they were, two lovers basked in shallow purple moonlight. It was only then that they broke touch, Anakin only a foot from the bed. In a moment of softened silence they simply considered one another, soaking in each other’s body whilst standing a heartbeat away. Padme and Anakin’s eyes simultaneously drifted shamelessly up the other, gently examining. For, they only belonged to each other. None, but the other.
Their gaze eventually locked, pouring into each other’s eyes with millions of stories and emotions and words that could never be said even in a lifetime.
And for a minute, it was as though someone turned the world to glass. The fires growing in each of them turned to ice, just for a minute.
Only a minute.
And once that was broken, there was nothing but unbridled passion.
The passion between two that were starved for the others touch,
and incapable of holding so much lust in one heart.
The fire fanned only by the very wind that sought to kill it,
A flame held gently in the palms of lovers across the stars.
