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prologue

Padmé wriggled into Dormé’s couch, and she handed her a notebook. 

“When was the last time you had sex?” 

“I can’t remember. Maybe I was in college, but that was eons ago.” Dormé wrinkled her nose and then flopped her face into her arms. “What?” 

“That explains so much about you.”

“Is that supposed to be an insult?” 

“You’re twenty-seven, and you can’t remember the last time you had sex. Everyone at least gets birthday sex. What about Danny from sales?” 

“ Gosh , no, I would never have sex with him.” Dormé raised a brow, and Padmé patted her stomach uncomfortably. “He has strange eyebrows.” 

“I’ve had enough of hearing your weird reasoning for why no one has touched you in a millennium. Your vagina practically has dust on it. We have to fix this.” Her ego stung, and she sat up. 

The first day that Padmé had joined Nabootech as an employee, Dormé had been the only one other than Sabé to show her the ropes. It started out as basic stuff. How to get the coffee machine to work, how to send faxes on their half-broken machine. 

How to log into computers, and eventually, how to make friends. 

Dormé had taught her a lot of things, and very steadily over the span of the five years that they worked together, became her very best friend. Unfortunately for Padmé, her very best friend was also a pain in the ass about things as trivial as sex . 

“So what if my vagina has dust on it? It’s not a bad thing not to have sex. I think it’s very feminist of me to have autonomy over whether I decide to have sex or not.” Padmé mumbled and covered her crotch out of some weird modesty mechanism that would stop Dormé from looking at her like that. “Some would say that maintaining my chastity .” 

“First of all, you’re not religious, so chastity really means nothing. Second of all, I’m not saying you shouldn’t have the choice, I’m saying that you having a cloud of black smoke around your clit makes you weird and boxed up.” 

“My clit sees action. I have a vibrator.” 

“Yeah, well, you need to throw that shit away, it doesn’t help you.” Dormé tapped under her chin, and Padmé wished they were watching TV instead of talking about whatever this was. 

She knew it was a mistake to tell Dormé that she didn’t really have a sex fantasy, especially when they were about four glasses of wine into a dinner that wasn’t carby enough to outweigh the alcohol. Padmé never did well on red, and well, she talked too much. 

Now, she was sitting on the couch, being forced to tell her best friend her fantasies. She didn’t really want to, if she was being honest. What person wants to tell their best friend their fantasies ?

“I don’t even have fantasies.” 

“That’s the problem, Padmé.” Dormé huffed, and her hair flew out of her eyes. “Even Sabé has fantasies, and there’s a big fat stick up her ass every time we try to talk about boys.” Well, maybe Sabé just didn’t like boys like that. “Hers include being licked up and down and told not to touch.” 

“Ew—” Padmé held up her hands. “That’s a violation of her privacy, don’t tell me that.” 

“Mine includes a whip and a gag, but Padmé, oh Padmé,” Dormé drew closer, and frowned. “What are yours?” 

“They don’t involve whips, that’s for sure.” 

“I don’t even know the last time you’ve been on a date. You work too much.” 

“Work is comfortable.” 

“Do you bring people home?” 

“No, that’s my safe space.” Dormé almost growled, and Padmé crossed her arms. “I’m just not like you, Dormé. I’m… not a sexual being.” 

“You just haven’t met the right person.” She set the notepad on her stomach and set her jaw straight. “I want you to write out fantasies so that whenever you meet that guy that just bubbles your guts and gets your kitty to say meow , that you’ll be ready to not be weird and boxed up.” 

“What if I can’t think of anything?” 

“What do you do when you use that vibrator, Mé?” She blushed, and brown eyes waited for an answer. “Do you think of something? Do you watch a video?” 

“I…” Padmé looked down at her fingernails. “I think of someone just kind of… flipping me over and doing it.” 

Dormé looked disgusted, and she wished she had never said it aloud. Even when she hid in her palms, the stare felt judg mental . 

“You have the sex fantasy of an eighth grader. What does it even mean? Oral Sex? Finger stuff?”

“The normal way.” 

“What the fuck is the normal way? ” The notebook was snatched off her stomach, and she heard a pencil scratch against paper. “Let me guess, missionary, where he comes in a minute and a half and says I love you the minute his micro is in.” Padmé quickly got out from behind her hands to see what was being transcribed, and at the top of the list was the neat words, fuck a cute stranger. 

“ NO! ” Padmé grabbed the pencil and shook her head. “No, I don’t want to do that.” 

“Why not?” 

“Because it’s crude ,” She blushed, “And I don’t want to… go all the way with someone I don’t know.” Dormé groaned at her choice of words, and she erased it. “How about this?” She revised the statement, and her friend checked it.

“Meet a cute stranger and hit on them? ” Padmé smiled at her accomplishment, and Dormé clapped weakly. “ Amazing , Mé, I feel turned on already. The big Oh is right around the corner too, I’m just gonna—” She made squirting sounds, and Padmé winced.  

“Dormé, this is female empowerment . Just like you shouldn’t feel ashamed for your choices, I shouldn’t feel ashamed for mine. I can choose whether I want to have sex with someone, or if I just want to hit on them.” 

“You know what, whatever floats your boat.” Dormé took back the list and blinked. “But we need the next ones to be a little spicier than that. Just picture you’re in a fifteen-year-long relationship or something, I don’t know.” 

“I would have sex with someone before fifteen years.” 

“You’re blowing my mind on that one.” 

“Piss off. What else?”

“How about groping someone in public?” 

“What?” Padmé shook her head violently. “ No , no way.” 

“Why? It’s fun to grope in public. You can even do it under a table, just a good ‘ol—” Dormé mimed what she thought was a hand around a penis, and Padmé gagged internally at the mental picture. “A bit of a massage through the jeans, maybe a hand in the shirt.” 

“You’re gross.” 

“Oh, shut up, I know what I'm talking about.” She wrote it down anyway, and Padmé let her for the hell of it. “Also, do something in a hot tub.” 

“That’s not sanitary.” 

“Nothing the right way is going to be sanitary, Mé. You’re gonna be gross, and filthy, and sweaty,” Her nose wrinkled as she tacked on hot tub stuff at the end of her statement, and Dormé smiled. “And you know what? You won’t even care because you’ll be so tired from all the orgasms you’ve been having.” 

“I don’t know if a man is capable of making me cum.” Dormé looked up, and then she heard the pencil move again. 

Number three — Man must make me come. Also, food play.

“Approved?” 

“I don’t know what food play is.” 

“You’re gonna be in for a nice surprise. My personal recommendation?” She leaned back and pinched her nipples to Padmé’s horror. “Two huge dollops of whipped cream right there. No hands allowed, just tongue.” 

“Move on, I don’t like that mental image.” 

“Also, some cream right on your clit—” 

“ Dormé!” She shoved her hands over her ears and hoped she got the message that she had had enough of the gory details. That was enough mental pictures for the next century , holy shit. “Next bullet point, gosh!” 

“Ok, I want you to try at least three article positions or scenarios out from that sex book I try to get you to read—” 

“ Three? ” 

“It’s easy, trust me.” The pencil moved again, and Padmé was already done with making this list. It sounded too extensive for its own good, and she really had to piss. They drank too much, for sure. “Like, do a bit of doggy on the bed. Try the piledriver, or—” 

“Wait, wait, wait.” She knew she was going to regret it, but asked regardless out of pure curiosity. “What in the everloving hell is a pilediver? ” 

“Permission to demonstrate?” Padmé hesitantly nodded, and she squeaked when Dormé climbed up off the floor and kneeled on the couch with her. “You lie down, and just lift—” Her legs went fully above her head, and Padmé didn’t know how the hell this would be comfortable. “Yeah, your thighs should be pressing against your stomach.” The blood rushed up to her cheeks as Padmé dug her elbows into the pillows so that her legs were fully above her head, and she couldn’t help but laugh.

“Dormé, this feels like a yoga pose .” 

“No, it’s a sexual position, I know it is. Usually when you’re all prime for the taking, the guy does this.” Padmé screamed when Dormé suddenly humped her, and hooted a loud oh yeah! and she pushed her off the couch out of pure instinct with a loud thud . Her hands covered her face as she heard the pained moan, and she glanced to see that her shoulder must’ve taken the brunt of the blow. “Oh, fuck you , Padmé Naberrie!” 

“I wasn’t expecting you to hump me! ” 

“It was a demonstration! ” 

“I have to pee, oh my gosh—” She covered her mouth as she laughed, and got off to relieve herself. “You can put whatever you want as punishment for the fifth one.” 

“At this rate, I might put on your list to be an exhibitionist.” Dormé nursed her arm, and she stumbled towards the guest bathroom so that she could relieve herself. By the time she returned, there had been some revisions, and Padmé looked to see what had changed. 

“Sex on the beach to whatever song I wanted to get groped to as a teenager?” She couldn’t even think of a song that would suit that, and then laughed. “Ok, I can make that work.” 

“And you have to do one thing that you wanted done to you as a teenager. Also, I hope sand gets up your asscrack when you have sex on the beach.” 

“I’ll just get on top for that one.” 

“I’m surprised you even know what on top means.” Padmé stuck out her tongue, and she did it in return. “Last one. I’ll be nice to you.” 

“Oh, really?” 

“Fulfill one of your honeymoon fantasies.” Padmé snorted. 

“I don’t think I even have a honeymoon fantasy.” 

“You don’t think about your husband running up the stairs with you in his arms, and then flipping you over so he can have you at his will?” She blushed at the obvious quoting back of her earlier words, and Dormé snorted. “Yeah, I have faith you’ll know what you want. Also, you have to make a sex tape and watch it.” 

“I don’t know how to feel about having a naked video of myself somewhere on earth.” The pencil moved across the paper, and Dormé ripped her finished product out before handing it to her. “What if someone else finds it?” 

“I’d love to salivate over Padmé Naberrie’s tits.” 

“Gross.” 

“I’d salivate over them now if you let me.” 

“Ok, you’re drunk.” Dormé laughed, and she took the paper. “What do you even want me to do with this now?” 

“I don’t know, tuck it in your briefcase or something. Frame it for your office, I don’t give a shit.” 

“Fine.” Padmé folded it neatly and tucked it into her office backpack. “Now, are we done talking about my sex life?” 

“One last thing. Take off your pants, I want to see if you actually have an SOS sign taped between your legs.” 

“Dormé—” She pushed away her friend’s face and only blushed. “I hate you.” 

“No, you don’t.” 

“I wish you didn’t know that.” They laughed together, and Padmé leaned towards to grab the remote. “Let’s just watch something and end the night off right, ok?” 

“Whatever you want, Mé.”

1

The hotel bar feels like it shouldn’t be something she was accustomed to, and yet, she sat in the same spot she had sat about a thousand times before. It was like the more she got promoted, the more she was forced to stay in hotels more often, and frankly, after a full day of talking with clients, she wanted to just have a moment to herself. 

Padmé glanced over, and the blond at the end of the bar was… really, really cute. His hair was neatly combed back, and the blue dress shirt that he donned was rolled up right to his elbow, revealing well-defined forearms and a dusting of hair that really was more sexy than it had to be. 

He must’ve felt the eyes on him, because right as she dared herself to look at him a little further, blue eyes found her. She immediately turned and covered her face the best she could without making it too obvious that she had definitely been staring. 

She hadn’t seen someone that gorgeous in a long, long time. Frankly, she couldn’t remember the last time she had seen a stranger and thought that they were sexy, at all. 

It was so unusual, in fact, that she figured… she could flirt with him a little bit. Her mind darted to the list that she kept tucked in her briefcase for the last three years or so. Wasn’t the first thing they had written down to flirt with someone she didn’t know?

Her eyes darted back to him, and he was watching her, his eyes stuck on the dressy casual outfit she had selected for her first day with her colleagues. Her clothes were nothing particularly sexy. It was probably the most unsexy thing she had ever worn. 

She wore her usual striped dress slacks, some kitten heels, and a white dress shirt that was definitely buttoned up high enough that nothing could be imagined. In fact, the only thing really salacious about her right now was her sheet of hair that she had let down from her French chignon. Maybe that was what was really working for him. He’s really working for me, too.

Apparently, something got his blood pumping. She wondered if it was the shy smile she let slip his direction. 

Dress shoes clicked against the tiling of the floor, and she blushed as he pulled out the bar stool beside her and slipped in. He smelled like that good cologne that was sold in the expensive  sections of department stores, and her peripheral vision clued her in on his casual hand that waved over the bartender. 

“How can I help you?”

“Hi. Whatever drink this lovely woman beside me orders is on me.” She laughed under her breath, and shit , his voice was smooth . It was like velvet. It felt like it wrapped around her body and in between her legs, and she didn’t know what to do with herself. The bartender smiled in her direction as he taunted her with a singular look that felt like fire, and Padmé tucked her hair behind her ear. 

“An espresso martini, please.” 

“Coming right up.” She dared herself to look over, and it looked like he was tonguing the inside of his cheek when she finally made eye contact with him. Damn it, he’s more beautiful up close. Look at those lips.  

“You didn’t have to do that.” 

“Yes, I did. How else was I going to get the courage to talk with you?” The man had a strong jawline, killer eyes. Beautiful eyelashes and an Adam's apple that mesmerized her as he swallowed. “Has anyone ever told you that you look like an angel?” She snorted a bit, and when the bartender slid her martini over, she took it gratefully. 

“If I wasn’t terribly mistaken, I would think that’s a pick-up line.” 

“Would you think that was the cheesiest line in the book if it were?”

“I’d be somewhere between cheesy and impressed.” 

“How do I slide that measurement over to only impressed? ” 

“I can’t make your job too easy for you.” She took another sip of her drink and looked up at him through hooded eyes as he watched her risquely. “There has to be a bit of mystery.” 

“Well, here’s a mystery. Is it a bit presumptuous to ask the beautiful woman at the hotel bar if she’d like to have dinner?” 

“It’s not presumptuous at all if you took me to the in-house restaurant that’s just three steps away. Mystery solved.” He smiled, and she felt like butterflies erupted with the casual cash he left on the bartop. 

“Then let’s go.” She downed the rest of her glass and barely had the time to be nervous before she took her briefcase and let him lead her into the adjacent building. 

He ordered a bottle of wine for them that was terribly expensive, and he flashed his platinum card happily. 

“Fancy.”

“Order whatever you want.” She blushed, and he looked up from the menu. “Even something to go, if you want.” She had never had someone actually pull her seat out for her when she visited the restroom, and her hands quickly flew to her phone. 

Found someone to cross off number one of your stupid list. 

There was no response from Dormé, but she supposed that was because she was in a timezone that was three hours ahead. 

She returned to the table right as appetizers were served, and he filled her glass with her favorite white, a small smile on her lips. 

“Thank you.” 

“Of course. Only the best for the best.” She laughed, and yet, it felt like he was actually being sincere. 

Out of all the first dates she had ever been on in her life, Padmé hadn’t even feigned to think that she could laugh so hard, and it was like there was something just… electric about this, electric about him. Everything felt so natural. Effortless. Easy .

His personality was as sexy as his outward appearance, and she was really, really digging him.

It only took about twenty minutes of conversation to feel like she could dig Anakin for more than tonight, and weirdly enough, he was at the same conference that she was at. 

It wasn’t weird that they hadn’t run into each other before until she learned that his boss, Obi-Wan, was one of her clients . 

“And you’ve been in this industry for how long?” 

“Close to a decade.” 

“ Gosh , how have I not met you? I feel like I should’ve known you years ago at this point.” Her hand is a little too friendly across the table, and his eyes are sparkling at her in the low light as he playfully plays with her fingers. “Our paths had to have crossed somehow.” 

“Maybe they were meant to cross tonight .” She felt her stomach flip, and as the waiter cleaned up their plates and he paid, Padmé decided to throw caution to the wind now that she was successfully more than a little buzzed.

“I have to use the restroom.” He nodded understandingly as he tucked his card into the black book to settle the bill, and she leaned in, her voice husky as the liquid courage in her blood kicked in. “But the door might be unlocked if you look hard enough.” 

She looked behind herself once she was far enough away that she wouldn’t freak out, and his jaw was still somewhere on the ground. 

Padmé never thought that she would be making out with a near stranger in a family bathroom, but here she was. He had her pressed halfway against the subway-tiled walls, and her right leg hooked right under his ass, her kitten heel in danger of falling on the floor as she panted against his lips. 

“Oh—” His erection was brushing against her thigh, and she threw her head back. He took the time to lavish at her throat while she was trying to catch her breath, and she pulled on his hair to regain a sense of control. His hand grabbed hold of her ass in response, and her heart skipped nearly four beats at how strong that grip was. “ Oh— that feels good.” 

“Mm.” She ground her hips against him to seek the sparks she had felt earlier, and pulled him up by his head to kiss him again, their lips sliding against each other hungrily as the little stems of reasons she had left begged her to ask what hotel he was staying at. 

“Would—” Padmé panted, and her nose squished against his, her tongue brushing his bottom lip. She moaned when she was granted entrance and licked sweetly into his mouth before she realized that she hadn’t even finished her question. She inhaled sharply at the sting of his teeth and tugged on his hair a bit harder so that he understood that she was trying to talk to him as she pulled back from their kiss. “Would it be presumptuous of us to go back to the same room?” 

Padmé throbbed as she felt him pressed against her leg, and his hands were so very warm on her waist. He seemed to take half a second to come down from whatever cloud he was on, the gears so obviously turning in his mind as she played with his hair. 

“Of course not.” 

“Are you staying here?” 

“Yes.” 

“I’m on floor three.” 

“Great, I’m on floor seven.” 

“I didn’t pack condoms.” 

“Me neither, I can buy some.” She captured his lips back in hers, and they continued to kiss against the wall until three sharp knocks notified them that the restaurant was closed , and their activities would have to be moved elsewhere.

It took a moment and a half for her to excuse herself first out of the bathroom, and she pulled down her shirt casually as the waiters stared at her with a near glare, her smile hesitant. 

“Sorry.” She cleared her throat, and the moment she exited the restaurant, she ordered herself another martini in order to dull the embarrassment and nervousness of what she was about to do. Dormé hadn’t texted her back, and she hadn’t done this in her entire life. 

Taking someone to bed on the first night was almost anti-Padmé. Padmé usually waited until she was in a relationship with someone for over three months before she even thought of kissing them, and here she was, waiting on a barstool for some beautiful man she met maybe three hours ago to take her upstairs to her room. 

One glass turned into two, and two turned into three, and as her stomach swirled, Padmé wondered if she had crossed the line from buzzed to drunk . She didn’t know because, honestly, she couldn’t see straight, and her brain fed her a line of thinking that led her to believe that she wouldn’t know how to proposition him correctly at all. 

“You ready?” Anakin must’ve been trying to get his hard-on to die down, and she giggled happily as his head rested at the base of her spine politely. 

“Oh, yeah.” Her head swam, and she pulled him along to the elevator as she teetered, his brows pinching together when she nearly ran both of them into a wall. “Sorry.” 

Her hotel room was easily entered, and Padmé thought she somewhat remembered what was going to happen that night, but honestly, she got very nauseous when the realization hit her that she was going to have sex with someone she didn’t know. 

Frankly, what did happen, and what didn’t happen, was between herself and the bed, because the last thing she remembered was her passing out against the pillow until she awoke sometime hours later to puke her everloving guts out.

Hands pulled her hair back, and she hated herself badly for letting herself drink that much. Wine, liquor, and espresso sounded like the worst trio ever in retrospect, and she coughed as the rest of that amazing steak made its second appearance while a gentle hand rubbed her back.  

When she climbed back into the bed, he wrapped his arms around her, and he was so soft that she fell asleep until the sunlight that made its way through the windows offended her eyes. His hands wrapped around her waist as she attempted to get her head on straight, and she checked the time wearily. Eight am. 

Her first time sleeping with someone she didn’t know turned into her having that person who didn’t know her hold her hair back after throwing up after getting piss drunk, and a sleepover slash drunken cuddle. Somehow, that felt even more intimate than the first option. 

She wasn’t exactly mad, though. He was even nice enough to leave his dress shoes at the door and plug her phone in to charge. She didn’t even think Dormé did that for her when she got drunk.

As a gesture of thanks, she ordered room service on her credit card, and when he woke up, they ate breakfast together while they sat on her bed, their clothes from the night before still on. She still felt like shit, but the grease from the flapjacks was making her feel a little bit better, and so was the coffee. 

“I’m so sorry.” 

“No, don’t worry.” Anakin didn’t look like he cared that he had just taken care of a near stranger, and smiled through his bacon. “Anything with you would’ve been a pleasure.” 

“Anakin, no, it wasn’t. I threw up after getting drunk when we were supposed to hook up.” 

“A hook up wasn’t the expectation, and you were beautiful even when knelt over a toilet bowl.” She laughed and pressed her face into her hands. She had never been complimented this much in her life . The worst part was that she almost believed him .

“Are you always this nice?” 

“Only to the people I really like.” 

“You can’t like me. You don’t even know me. You only know that I throw up after too many espresso martinis and glasses of white wine.” 

“Trust me. I know you enough from our dinner date to know that I really like you.” Her cheeks were most likely pink, and she wiped at her eye to give herself something to do while his gravelly voice made her heart do that weird pitter-patter thing. “Last night was really fun.”

“I really enjoyed the parts I do remember. The other parts, though, are a mystery.” Padmé sighed and covered her face again. “Did I do anything… stupid last night?” His lack of answer made her scared, and she peeked through her fingers. “Shit, I did, didn’t I?” 

“It wasn’t stupid. I really enjoyed it, actually.” 

“You’re scaring me— now I know it’s bad. What did I do?” 

“You kind of…” He laughed. “When we got in the room, you said that you had to use the bathroom. When you came out, you told me in a very, very seductive but obviously drunk tone of voice that you didn’t have underwear on.” Padmé felt like she could die, and she almost screamed. That explained the underwear that was mysteriously in the shower. She must’ve taken them off to feel sexier last night. Thankfully, she restrained herself enough to only moan into her hands and hide even more, and he laughed. “I really enjoyed you flashing me your bra strap as well.” 

“Oh… my gosh.” 

“It was quite the show. Sent tingles down my spine.” 

“Ok, you’re making fun of me, and now you and I can never speak again.”  

“I wouldn’t have told you the story if you were going to say something like that. Honest to God, I was hard as a rock.” 

“No, it’s just that—” Padmé wondered how bad it would hurt to jump out of this window right now, her head throbbing as much as her pained, shrinking ego was. She was the most unsexual being she had ever met, and last night proved it. “We were supposed to not do this weird, you hold my hair back thing first. This was supposed to be the fun, adventurous, I hook up with you kind of thing. But now we can’t have wild hotel sex because I have to leave the hotel in like, an hour and a half.”

“Yeah, that’s not enough time.” She clenched at the implication, and Anakin pushed the hair out of his face. “But, we still have the opportunity to hook up in the future if that’s something you really want.” He sounded like he genuinely wasn’t opposed, and she felt strangely… hopeful . “We know we’re at the same conferences because of work, and I think I’ll be at one in the near future. If we find each other at another hotel, how about we become each other’s hotel friends? This occasion would act as a raincheck and initial meeting slash date, if you will.”

“You would really want to do that?” 

“Yeah. It’s better, anyway. I always like to know people first.” Anakin smiled at her sincerely, and she exhaled in relief. She felt the same way, and she hadn’t totally and completely screwed this up. “I would like to hang out with you more, for sure.” 

“I promise next time I won’t puke.” 

“Even if you did, I wouldn’t mind. Last night was great. We got to cuddle, which is a win in my book. It’s not often that I get to share space with someone who literally looks like they’ve walked out of my dreams.” Padmé pushed her hair behind her back and laughed. She had stains on her shirt and definitely smelled like sour alcohol. 

“Somehow, I doubt that I would be the protagonist in a wet dream.” 

“Don’t doubt it.” He winked at her, and she blushed. 

Padmé had time to take a quick shower and change clothes before she had to leave, and she caught him talking with someone downstairs as she checked out, her eyes wandering to his trim linen shirt and khaki pants. 

When she had the time to walk back over, she handed him a card with her email on it, her smile soft. He knew why she was wearing sunglasses indoors, and she liked that. 

“Email me about the next conference, if you have time.” His smile was warm, and she awkwardly stepped back. 

“Don’t be surprised if you see me forwarding my reservation details to your inbox this evening after I fly home.” 

“Ok,” They laughed lightly together as she lingered a bit too long, and her watch buzzed in warning. She was going to miss her flight if she didn’t go check in her bag now. “See you later, maybe.” 

“Oh, see you later, definitely .” His grin was just as addictive as it was last night, and her entire skin tingled. “I won’t forget you, Padmé Naberrie.” 

He was probably just miming back the name on her card, but for some reason, she had a feeling that he knew her full name by heart already. 

“You too, Anakin.” 

2

Her flight to Chicago had been pretty seamless. She was bumped up to first class, which meant she could work on the way, and O’Hare was one of the easiest airports for her to navigate due to the number of times she had been there.

She even got the chance to answer a few phone calls on the way to her hotel. All in all, it looked to be the start of a good conference weekend. 

Her credit card tapped on the desk of the hotel as she waited for the concierge to check her in, and she flipped her hair onto her back so that it wouldn’t suffocate the back of her neck. She had checked her email about a thousand times, and yet, had seen nothing in her inbox. Maybe he just wasn’t interested, and he was trying to be nice. 

Maybe it was just a good experience to teach her that she shouldn’t be drinking espresso martinis by the pitcher , and if she did, there would be a one-drink limit, wine included. 

It was just a nice dinner, a good makeout session, and a nice guy. If it didn’t extend to anything beyond that, then it wasn’t meant to be, and Dormé would have to relax. She had gone batshit crazy when she learned that Padmé had a hotel hookup guy, and the secret benefit to the hotel hookup guy just becoming the hotel makeout guy slash caretaker that one time two months ago could make Padmé’s life a whole lot easier.

Dormé wouldn’t ask so many questions, for one, and for the other, Padmé didn’t have to keep up with shaving. She knew that she technically didn’t have to shave her legs, since she rarely shaved practically any other part of her body, minus her armpits, but it was nice to feel like she was prepared for a male.

“Here is your room card, Ms. Naberrie.” She took the sleeve happily and flashed a smile as the computer continued to clack. “We have a number of amenities, all to use for your pleasure.”

“Thanks.” Padmé looked around the lobby and figured that this was a very nice hotel. The pamphlet she was handed listed the options that she could indulge in almost thrice over, and she flipped through it in the room so that she could drop off her suitcase and get going to the conference hall. 

Room service, a full buffet that ended at two pm, a bar, three pools, and a semi-private hot tub. Sounds great. 

She fluffed up her hair, grabbed her briefcase, and made sure she looked professional before she headed down, and hoped that she had packed everything. For some reason, she had harbored that weird suspicion that she had forgotten something since she left her apartment, but exactly what she had missed, she didn’t know. She supposed that she would have to find that out when she unpacked. 

If it was something as simple as a toothbrush, at least the little store downstairs had her back.

The conference felt like it always felt like. Client, coffee, more clients, meetings. Fake laughter as she tried to find new vendors, and grabbed a soda from the bar to avoid the half-toasted interns. Cigarette smoke in the hallways, and half-naked people in the pools. 

She chewed on the straw of her soda as she scrolled through the number of fake 911 emergency emails that were from people trying to cut the line for her attention, and saw that a certain [email protected] had emailed her with a simple header close to three and a  half weeks ago.

How the hell did she miss this? It was right after their goodbye. Probably the spotty plane reception made it difficult for me to spot, shit.  

May 15th, 2:52 pm
Anakin Skywalker < [email protected] >
to : [email protected]
Subject: In town @ Roosevelt in June

Hey Padmé,

I’m at the tech conference around June 5th in Chicago. Probably will be shacking up at Roosevelts, but Obi-Wan hasn’t let me know about accommodations yet. Let me know when we’re a little closer if you’re around and are up for a coffee or some popcorn at Garrett's. 

Thanks,

Anakin

Her jaw ground against the straw, and she heard the telltale throat clear from Sabé, her head swiveling around to meet half-bored brown eyes. 

“I need whiskey after that meeting with Jarius. Love the guy, but he takes the longest route possible to explain the easiest thing ever.” Yeah, she knew the feeling. “Want a drink?” 

“You know, I’m trying this new dry spell thing.” She tucked her phone against her chest, and Sabé frowned at the decline of a drink. Padmé almost always took a rum and coke after a day of clients, especially the clients in Chicago. “I’m trying not to drink for the next two weeks. Parents will be in town, and you know.” She shrugged. “I want my skin to look good.” 

“Suit yourself.” Sabé leaned against the bar and waved her hand, the tender walking to her as Padmé took her phone out once the attention was off her and on the drinks being served. “Whiskey sour, please, double shots.” 

June 5th, 3:43 pm
Padmé Naberrie < [email protected] >
to : [email protected]
Reply: In town @ Roosevelt in June

Hi Anakin,

I have no idea how I missed this three weeks ago. Banging my head against the wall just thinking about it. I’m also in town for the next three-ish days, but not at Roosevelts. I fly out Thursday afternoon around one. Popcorn sounds great. My treat?

X,

Padmé

She felt her phone buzz, and grinned. 

June 5th, 3:45 pm
Anakin Skywalker < [email protected] >
to : [email protected]
Reply: In town @ Roosevelt in June

Your form of payment can be you in those great slacks you wore last time. See you in fifteen? I’ll pay.

P admé felt cash on the bar, patted Sabé on the back, and promptly left the hotel.

Garetts popcorn always smelled heavenly, and she nervously pushed some of her hair behind her ear as she stood next to the door, the wind helping relieve some of the sweat response she had. She was actually doing this. 

She was actually meeting up with him to be a hotel hookup. This was crazy. She wasn’t like this. She wanted to be like this, though. 

“Hey!” Padmé looked up from her blackberry, and burst into a smile at the jovial wave from the man walking oh so casually down the street with a suit jacket in hand. His hair was perfectly styled, and fuck , his chest looked good in that shirt. It was like it was tailored to specifically show off his pecs, and she loved it. 

She waved her hand in response and laughed when he finally made it to her. 

“Padmé Naberrie, I thought that I had lost you.” 

“My email totally malfunctioned. If I had known that you had emailed me, I would’ve let you know sooner so we could go to the same hotel—” 

“Just a blip on the radar.” Anakin smelled like heaven, and his smile was so much prettier than she remembered. Was he this pretty at the bar? Clearly, because you made out with him and dry humped him in a family bathroom. “You ever been to Garrett’s before?” 

“Yeah, I love it.” 

“Great, because I was going to judge you really hard if you didn’t.” She laughed, and he opened the door for her. “Caramel corn or cheese corn?” 

“Both.” 

“See, meant to be.” She walked in front of him, and when she glanced back, he was obviously looking at the ass hugging slacks she had changed into specifically for him, his eyes dark. When he joined her at the counter, she patted his thigh twice and smiled. 

“Did you pack the thing I forgot last time?” 

“Swung by a Walgreens and got a few for you to choose from.” 

“I’d say I love you, but that’s intense.” 

“You can say whatever you want to me, baby.” The attendant walked up while she was mid blush from his statement and the hand on her lower back, and he smiled good-naturedly. “Hi. Can we have a large bucket of caramel and cheese corn?” 

“Of course.” 

“You’re a lifesaver, really.” He pays at the counter despite her trying to sneak her card in there, and a disapproving look is thrown her way. “Why are you trying to pay? I told you how you could redeem yourself already.” 

“You can’t keep paying for everything.” Anakin’s arm reached out to open the door, and damn it, she had forgotten how nice it felt to have a man actually do things for you without having to ask. It was just… sexy. “I have to pay you back somehow.” 

“I have a feeling our bill will be settled by tonight.” They looked at each other, and Anakin popped a piece of caramel corn into her mouth. She licked his thumb playfully to see his reaction, and she was rewarded with him clearing his throat, his eyes fluttering shut. “Fuck, please don’t do that again.” 

“Why not? Did you not like it?” 

“Liked it a bit too much. I’d prefer not to walk through the streets of Chicago with a giant, exposing stain in my pants.” Padmé laughed, her entire body thrumming, and he took another piece to distract himself. “I mean, I’m technically willing if that’s what you want, but the ego might be a bit bruised.” 

“I won’t bruise your ego.” She patted his butt twice, and he laughed shakily. “How long are you in town?”  

“Three days, same as you. I fly out at five on Thursday.”

“Goody goody.” The popcorn was nearly empty by the time they reached the hotel, and evidently so was their ability to restrain themselves as Padmé swiped her keycard to gain access to her floor. 

She had unbuttoned enough buttons on their way there that Anakin was very obviously looking down her shirt, and the moment they got within the confines of the elevator, she let his hand sneak inside of her bra to tweak a nipple skillfully. As for her? Her hand snuck down to close over the obvious bulge in his pants. 

He moaned into her mouth, and this was just… hot . It was perfect, it was what was supposed to happen the first time before she went dumb and decided to drink too much. He felt amazing under her hand, her fingers massaging him the best she could as he kissed the side of her mouth, her neck, the beginning of her chest, and she laughed breathily as he kneaded her in his hand.

“Fuck, your skin is soft.” 

“Thanks, I use—” She gasped when he brushed against her nipple once again, and squeezed a few times to coax out a desperate choking noise from him. “Lotion in the mornings.”  

She thought that the door had closed a long time ago, but her ears caught up to her lust a bit late, and the hand in the door registered only after the intruder on their more than private moment gasped slightly. 

Padmé whirled around, and her hand immediately covered her mouth in embarrassment as Anakin withdrew his hand from her breast. His hands very covertly guided her body in front of his impossible to hide erection to preserve some modesty, and damn it, it would be their luck to have an old lady walk in on them groping each other in a public space. 

Her nipple was definitely out when she walked in, too, because Anakin had pushed her bra to the wayside.

“I am… so sorry.” The woman looked like she was judging them fiercely, her hands literally clutching the pearls around her neck, and this was just great . Now they were going to get reported for public indecency, and Padmé didn’t even have a gift card to offer to soothe some of the blowback. 

“This is a public space .” Her voice was judgmental, and Anakin laughed nervously, his hands pulling down where Padmé’s shirt had been bunched up to preserve some of her modesty. The lady definitely caught a glimpse of Padmé’s body right in the beginning, but the more skin that was covered, the better. 

“You’re not gonna report us for making too much noise, right?” She slapped his thigh, and the smile on his face was nervous as the older woman continued to glare. 

Thankfully, their unexpected guest got off on the fifth floor, and they still had to be here until the twenty-second. Her apologies fell flat as the suitcase with an artificially generated cat on it was pulled out of the elevator, and when the doors closed, Padmé looked back at Anakin with a half-crooked smile. 

“Do you think we’re going to get kicked out of the hotel?” 

“No, people make out in elevators all the time.” He turned her around so that her back was pressed against the elevator wall, and she giggled in his ear as his mouth attached back to her neck. “In fact, we should do more of that now that she's gone—” She gasped when he pulled her shirt over to reveal the boob that was halfway out of her bra, a hot and light tongue swiping a pass or two over the sensitive numb. “I was having a great time.” 

“What will we say if she does report us?” 

“She was hallucinating, or something.” Her hands twisted into her air, and Padmé hiccuped a gasp as his lips closed around her and sucked , the feeling so luxurious that she almost moaned aloud.

“That’s such a shit excuse, Anakin.” 

“Mm—” Her arms wrapped around his neck happily as he continued to lavish over her, and she barely noticed that they were on her floor until the elevator dinged angrily.

They practically ran down the hall, and her shirt was basically unbuttoned by the time the door was opened. 

He lifted her up easily when the door closed, and she threw her keycard somewhere on the couch that was near the door, her eyes fixated on his blown pupils as he walked over to the bed. 

“Normal, Lubricated, or cherry?” 

“You got cherry condoms?” 

“It was a buy one, get one free sale.” She laughed as he lay her down on the bed, and his hands reached into his back pocket to display the protection of choice. “All of them would be well received by me; it’s totally your choice.” 

“Mmmm…” Padmé played a silent game of Eeny, Meeny, Miny, Moe in her head and selected the lubricated one. “I don’t think we’ll need extra help in that field, but it won.” 

“Oh, so you’re saying you’re turned on?” 

“Take off the pants and you’ll see.” 

“Don’t mind if I do.” His fingers deftly unbuttoned and subsequently unzipped her pants, and she sucked her lip into her mouth as he pulled her slacks off her legs. Maybe wearing her cute underwear really did pay off today. She felt kind of ridiculous for not choosing the day of the week underwear that had holes in it, but with the way Anakin was looking at her now, she reminded herself to go buy a few more pairs later. “Is that a tattoo? ” 

On her underwear line were words that were partially covered up, and she blushed when he partially pulled down the band of her underwear to read the words on her skin. She had kind of forgotten that she had this.

“Oh, yeah, I was way too old for that.” He climbed onto the bed, and his brows were creased together as she blushed. “It’s really stupid, really. I was a nerd who helped develop animation for these two games, and when we wrapped, we all got tattoos of some of the features—” 

“Holy fuck, you worked on Until Dawn? ” The little butterfly that danced along her hipbone felt goofy on a woman in her thirties, and she wanted to cover it up until she realized that if Anakin recognized the game that quickly, he must’ve played it. “ This action will have consequences. Fuck, that’s life is strange. I’m going to die.” 

“You’re being really, really nice right now. I thought it would be kind of funny, but I don’t know.” She sucked her lip into her mouth, and he pressed his face into her stomach as his hands fiercely gripped the sides of her hips. Padmé couldn’t help but laugh, and he nuzzled his nose into her. “Is it lame?” 

“That’s extremely, extremely sexy. I think I’ve played those games like, twenty times.” 

“You were a nerd too, huh?” 

“ Big nerd who downloaded beta versions and was a tester for the original formatting.” He kissed her hip bones, and her breath picked up as he laved at the ink in her skin. “ God , and you said you were the one who developed the animation?” 

“ Some of the animation. Mostly the wendigo and the dialogue.” 

“Let me eat you out, please.” He sounded desperate, and she covered her face in embarrassment. “That is the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.” 

“Me being an animator is sexy? ” 

“ All of you is sexy. That’s just an additional sexy factor.” 

“The first time we met, I threw up and you had to take care of me.” 

“Padmé, you’re a woman who works in my industry, dry humped me in a bathroom, looks ridiculous in slacks, and developed my favorite game. I feel like every time you open your mouth, I’m going to fucking pass out.” 

“Well, someone up there likes you.” He groaned against her skin, and she ran a hand through his hair. “But really, I feel like I should tell you that it wasn’t a lot of the game, so you aren’t assuming too much of me. I think I did the facial mechanics and the screaming sequences at most.” 

“You could’ve just had that fucking butterfly for fun, and I would’ve begged, but seriously , do I have permission to take these off and taste you?” Her face felt like it was on fire, and she wiggled her hips in response. 

“Yeah, if you’re so inclined.” 

“I am very inclined. Very very inclined, in fact, I’d be content only doing that.” She laughed at his insistence, and he kissed her stomach and tattoo a few more times. “Thank you, thank you,” She laughed as his pointer fingers hooked into the sides of her underwear, his brows pinched together while his voice sounded like it was attempting to pray. “Thank you, thank you.” 

“You don’t have to do that to impress me. I’d be fine if you just fucked me and moved on.” 

“I don’t want to fuck you and move on.” Anakin looked up at her with a tweaked brow, and her underwear was halfway down her legs as he paused. “Did you think I was going to fuck you and move on?” 

“Well,” She covered her exposed bits a bit embarrassedly, and pressed her lips together. “Yeah.” 

“Yeah, you’re not getting rid of me. I mean, unless you want to get rid of me, because I’m respectful, but—” Anakin laughed. “I think you’re literally everything I’ve ever wanted in my life.” 

“I feel you should have the disclaimer that you don’t have to keep saying things to get into my pants.” 

“If words can’t convince you, actions will.” Padmé watched him pull her underwear the rest of the way off, and she gulped as he pushed her legs apart, his eyes dark. “Hold on tight.” 

She didn’t know what he could’ve possibly meant by the words hold on tight, but a long stripe of tongue up the inside of her thigh triggered her reflexes, and Anakin narrowly escaped a fate of thighs closed around his head. 

“ Oh —” His tongue circled her clit, and she nearly closed her legs again, the sparks spreading throughout her body overwhelming. “ Oh —” Hands caught her thighs as she tried to snap them shut, and he pushed her legs apart, his blue eyes watching her with a half-satisfied expression. 

“You gotta keep these open, unless you’re willing to sit on my face.” She had never sat a face before, but it sounded very, very appealing. 

“What does that mean?” 

“You’ve never sat on a face?” 

“No. I haven’t done a lot of sexual things, actually.” Her chest heaved, and he kissed the inside of her thighs lightly. “Would you think it’s weird if I asked to try?” 

“Absolutely would not.” She heard his shoes hit the ground, and she rolled over when prompted. “You don’t do this a lot, do you?” Padmé shook her head and blushed. 

“Have you?” 

“No. I think I’ve had sex all of two times and hated it because no one—” 

“ Made you excited? ” He nodded, and she shakily sighed. “God, you’re perfect. Are you sure that my friend Dormé didn’t send you my way?” 

“Very sure. It’s just fate.” 

“I’d like to sit on your face now.” He scrambled to get comfortable, and Padmé moved so that she was somewhat ready. “Is there a certain way to do it?” 

“Uh, no. You’re going to just,” Anakin pulled her legs so that she was over him, and his eyes were dancing at the sight before him. “Wow.” 

“Now what?” 

“Sit.” 

“But then you couldn’t breathe.” 

“Didn’t need air anyway.”

“But Anakin—” He tugged on her hips, and she landed directly on his mouth, his nose pressed into her skin. Padmé gasped at the pattern he began to feverishly lick into her, her hands totally and completely lost without something to hold onto. She let her palms support her as she leaned back, and lamely thought that she could at least try to grab onto his hair by leaning back, but then she would get all twisted. Honestly, she couldn’t even think of a way to get her body to cooperate while he was doing this. It was like heaven had descended straight onto earth, in between her legs. “Oh my—” She seethed, and he helped her move up and down as she rode his face, her thighs burning from the effort, but her entire body feeling like it was on fire with lust . “ Fuck , you’re good at that.”  

Anakin’s response was muffled, and she writhed under his tongue as her heart beat wildly. 

He lapped at her slowly as they continued, his palms kneading the flesh of her ass as she shivered against him, her lungs sucking in long, deep breaths to help keep herself level. He moaned against her warmly as he tongue thrusted in and out lazily, his attention shifting to her clit as she fisted the bedspread in her hands, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip as she tried to keep herself afloat. 

His right hand removed itself from her side, and she shuddered as a singular finger slipped in, the stretch just enough to prompt her to clamp down a groan while he stroked against her walls. 

“Anakin— Anakin —” She gasped when he moaned against her, his fingers picking up the pace as her hip movements intrinsically got faster to chase that feeling. “You won’t get the chance to have a turn if you—” This vibration of his laugh against her was just ridiculous, and Padmé ducked her head as she leaned further forward, his motions only getting faster the more she tried to get him to slow down. 

This magic man somehow knew each spot to explore, and her hands gripped the sheets tightly as her way-too-loud sounds filled the room raggedly. Padmé pushed herself against his tongue to get the stars in her vision to dance harder, and she inhaled sharply as the tight ball of heat that had been throbbing at the base of her stomach finally released. 

All the tension in her body went flat, and she let her cheek rest somewhere on Anakin’s stomach while he pulled her further up to lap up the results of his pursuits. 

Aftershock set in, and eventually, his tongue felt less like a soft tingling and more like a painful sting. Yup, that was overstimulation. She seethed in sharply and got off of him as quickly as she could, her body both weightless and weight ed at the same time as she flopped onto the pillows. 

“You’re not clean yet. I can help you.” He kissed down her chest after he rolled over to face her, and she pulled his head back up so that he wouldn’t attempt to get between her legs once again. “Please?” 

“No can do, partner.” She felt like she was half wheezing and laughed shakily. “I think I would start to scream.” 

“Nothing wrong with a little screaming.” 

“Hotel rooms have neighbors ,” She panted, and Anakin didn’t seem to care a single bit about that, not in the slightest. “No.” He sighed, and his head found a comfortable nook on her stomach as he continued to pepper her with kisses. “Maybe that can be a tomorrow activity.” 

“I think you still got a round or two in you.”

“A round of you getting a turn?” The gruff laugh she got in return made her open her eyes, and she shook her head. “You’re not getting a turn?” 

“I’m not interested in anything having to do with me right now.” 

“But—” His fingertips felt like flames of fire, and her eyelids fluttered shut as he swiped through her peaceably, his eyes soft. “ Too much. ” She pushed off his hand. 

“You’ll be all cooled down in ten minutes.” 

“Why don’t we do something for you?” He shook his head, and Padmé laughed. “The point of a hotel hookup is that you get something in return.” 

“Yes, typically, but I have a feeling that this action,” He waved between them, and his eyes sparkled. “Will have consequences.” His thumb brushed against her tattoo as a physical reminder, and she lifted her hips in response needily. “Do you know what a service top is?”  

“I know what a top is.”

“That makes my job easier. Just add on a little part that I would rather have your pleasure come before mine.” Her fingers tangled in his hair to pull him up to meet her lips, and she kissed him softly. “Pretty much one hundred percent of the time, and the definition is complete.”

“Sounds kind of like I’m the top.”

“Yeah, well.” He kissed her again, and she focused on getting his shirt off. “Technically, you kind of are. I’m just the one who’s doing it to you.” Padmé giggled a bit, and her hand came down to grip what she thought were blue balls. “Yeah, like that would technically be considered a top thing to do.” 

“Let’s play the definition game. You tell me what I would be if I said this—” She pulled at the straps of his dress pants, and grinned. “I want you to take off your pants for me so I can see you, and then, I want you to show me how desperate you are.” He growled and sat up, his hands coming to his button and the zipper. “What would that be called?”  

“The woman of my dreams.” 

“That’s not a definition.” 

“Yeah, it is.” He pushed down his pants, and she sat up on her elbows, her bottom lip tucked into her teeth. That was just the sight she wanted to see. “It’s just the definition I have for you.” 

“Game over. I want less talking, more touching.” His pants landed somewhere in the corner, and when he sucked a nipple back into his mouth, Padmé yelped.

“Yes, ma’am.” His lips popped off of her, and his grin was wicked. “That, I can do.” 

—

The next morning, when Padmé was supposed to leave the hotel for the conference, Anakin made her come four times in four different places. She didn’t want to complain, because frankly, what the hell was there to complain about, but at the same time, she thought she should probably do something more productive than smother her face with a pillow to cover her moans.

Like, answer emails. Or actually go to the conference that her work paid her to be at. 

Instead, she was trying to figure out who offered up their soul for her to be under the watch of a succubus. He was a very considerate succubus, but the number of times she had orgasmed in the span of only four hours was ridiculous.

The first time he made her come was in her bed. She woke up to her bare ass nuzzled against him, and well, his dick got hard, so things escalated pretty quickly. He cleaned her up dutifully with a way too skilled tongue, and set her own merry, teetering way to start out the day, so Padmé had decided to get out her computer and do some work.

The second time happened because maybe twenty minutes in, Anakin insisted on joining her for her morning emails on the balcony. There was no excuse for what happened there other than a lame I haven’t had breakfast, but hopefully, no one was really able to see him crouched between the legs of her robe. The noise would be harder to deny, but she bit down pretty hard on the sleeve.

When it got to lunch hour, he had her bent over the couch. She didn’t really remember how that happened, and honestly, she didn’t care, because about twenty minutes ago, he had convinced her to get on the desk in her room, and she would’ve been stupid to say no. He had just gotten out of the shower, and his hair was all damp in his eyes. Plus, she really liked seeing him put those leg muscles to work. They were really, really working for her. 

Padmé had never been more physically tired in her life, and when her phone buzzed angrily on the side table, she realized she hadn’t given any of her coworkers a solid excuse as to why she ghosted them for lunch. 

She technically had the morning off, but it was close to three pm. Actually, she was supposed to be meeting with Sabé in twenty minutes .

By the time she had enough sense of mind, will of motion, and breath in her lungs to tell Sabé that she was definitely going to not be there for the second half of the day, Anakin had somehow arranged it so that her ass was up in the air, and his tongue over her clit. This was getting really, really dangerous to explain, even for her. 

She kind of loved it.

Padmé attempted to wiggle out of the way so she could call without a distraction, and her sentence was cut off close to immediately by an involuntary half-moan. She was so sensitive, it was a bit ridiculous.

“Stop that, I have to tell her I’m not coming.” He chuckled, and she looked back to see what he was preparing to dive back in.

“You’re coming, all right.” 

“Anakin—” She yelped and slapped at his head when the phone stopped ringing. Sabé was going to pick up the call any minute. “Stop that, I have to call in.” The background sound of a convention floor flooded her ears, and a soft bite to her left thigh made her buck against him.

“Hi, where the fuck are you?” 

“I’m not feeling well.” Padmé kicked at Anakin to get him to please stop licking her, and couldn’t overpower his hands enough to flop down on the bed. “I meant to call earlier, but I was—” He sucked on her skin again, and she let her eyes flutter shut. “ Preoccupied.”

“What, you were throwing up?” She thought of her cheek pressed against the desk as he murmured in her ear, and blushed.

“Something like that.” 

“Fine.” Padmé’s foot lodged into his shoulder, and he laughed under his breath. “Are you ever going to come back?” 

“Tomorrow morning, we’ll meet for coffee.” Anakin flipped her over forcibly, and she kept her phone against her ear as she turned her head backward. She mouthed at him to stop, and he grabbed her by the leg to pull her forward teasingly, the smile on his face wicked. “Hey, Sabé, I’m not feeling great. I gotta go.” 

“Whatever. Bye.” 

“Bye.” She ended the call and screamed as he yanked her towards him. “Anakin, not that I’m extremely into this or anything, but don’t you need to call into work?” His phone had been going crazy since this morning, and he hadn’t thought to check it once . 

“Obi-Wan will forgive me.” She threw her phone somewhere towards the headboard, and he leaned over her to capture her lips in his as they laughed. “Trust me.” 

She wondered if this was what being a teenager felt like. She had been fairly boring as a teenager, in all honesty. Never snuck out, never got below a B, and never ever brought boys home. This was the first time that Padmé felt like she had really lived . 

She had never had so much of a want for someone in her life. When they ordered room service together, Anakin fed her a bite of a steak in honor of their first meeting, and thankfully, since she skipped her martini, she got the chance to redo what a drunk version of herself thought was very, very sexy. 

Anakin was reading the hotel amenity pamphlet, and she knocked on the door to draw his attention, his hair wild and the purpling hickies on his chest feeling like an accomplishment. Padmé adjusted her towel and straddled the door frame as she looked through fluttered lashes, her hair cascading down her back. 

“Guess what. I’m not wearing any underwear.” She suggestively flashed the bare skin of her ass, and the sheer joy she got when he covered his face to groan prompted her to laugh, the feeling freeing as she straddled his lap and fastened her lips on his.

Long after the sunset, Anakin took her to enjoy the hotel hot tub, and thankfully, no one was around to spot them definitely grinding on each other in the hot tub after hours. She hadn’t packed a proper swimsuit and only wore a bra and the singular thong that she owned, his fingers pulling her closer as she made out with him in the privacy of the night. 

Dormé was right. It was filthy, and gross, and yet— it was flawless . She got to feel every stroke he made with the jets, and their lips didn’t leave the immediate vicinity of each other’s faces once .

They fell asleep in each other’s arms, and Padmé almost forgot that she was supposed to go home until her phone buzzed wildly the next morning, her brain throbbing along with all of the muscles in her body. Anakin was draped over her, and she pushed at him so that she could answer. 

“Hey.” 

“You bitch.” Padmé recoiled at the severity in Sabé’s tone and held her phone slightly away from her face. “You dissed our coffee date, just like you dissed the convention.” 

“Did I say a specific time?” Padmé glanced at the clock, and it was only nine. “I was thinking of coffee at the airport .” 

“You said tomorrow morning .” 

“Sabé, I’m sorry . I didn’t mean to blow you off, I’m just—” Anakin shifted against her, and she knew that her lack of moderation in voice had probably woken him. Her vocal cords were scratchy, and she could really go for some tea right now. “Not feeling good. It could’ve been hotel food or something.” The silence told her that Sabé didn’t believe a word she said, and Padmé rubbed at her face. “I’ll meet you at the airport?” 

“Well, duh, we’re sitting together. But you owe me now. We have a shit load of work to do when we get back from the conference. Ordertech commissioned us on their newest release, and both of us are the lead animators.” She rubbed at her face and sighed. “Call me when you’ve dried up, ok?” 

“Sure.” Lips pressed against her bare skin, and she patted him gently. “Bye, Sabé.” 

“Bye.” She hung up the phone and sighed at the butterfly-soft kisses he covered her face in. 

“Hi.” 

“Hi.” Anakin’s voice was gravelly, and she kissed him a few times, her lips curving into a smile. “You look beautiful.” 

“Thanks, you don't look half bad either.” He smiled, and she brushed the hair out of his face. “I’m sorry to do this, but I have to go.”

“You sure?” She waited, and then groaned a bit.

“ No .” Padmé sighed, and she let him brush soft pecks across his jaw. “But I can’t quit my job for good, dick, right?” Anakin laughed under his breath, and she let him press his full weight against her. It was suffocating. She loved it. “Even if my sex drive really, really likes you?”

“Of course not.” They kissed again, and the soft press of what was definitely a morning boner against her bare leg sounded appetizing before her flight. “Though, just for the record, my dick really, really likes you.” She snorted, and they laughed together as she held him in her arms. 

Another condom was ripped open before she had to leave, and despite the next session being slow and soft, every bone in her body felt like it had gone through a fifteen-foot stretch. She groaned as she settled into her plane seat, and Sabé frowned. 

“Are you ok?” 

“Everything hurts.” She winced and lay her head back. “Just fill me in on the reports. I’ll be fine.” Sabé took in her completely covering sweatsuit, and simply opened her computer before clearing her throat.

Padmé checked the checkout time listed on her hotel receipt as Sabé was working on some reports about the conference, and the note at the bottom made her smile. 

They had barely made checkout time, and Anakin had paid for her room. There was a small, lopsided, smiley face drawn at the bottom, and her stomach flipped at his scrawled pen. 

Is it clingy if I say I miss you already? Whatever, I am clingy. Can’t wait to see you next time. ;)

3

The hotel waffle line was a bit ludicrous, and she balanced her powdered egg plate in her hand as she approached the familiar head of blond hair. The people in line gave her sideways, angry glances for cutting the line, and she snaked a hand around his waist. He jumped, and his eyes widened the moment he took in her slicked-back hair and business casual attire. 

Both Ordertech and her company were in Ohio for the demo processes, and she had gone to great care to contact practically every hotel in the area so that she could find out where an Anakin Skywalker was. Then, she booked a room and hoped that he would be the kind of guy to take advantage of a shitty free breakfast. 

Judging by the beeping of the waffle machine, her assumption was extremely right.

“I don’t think you’re supposed to put chocolate chips in that thing.” He laughed under his breath as she considered the cup of batter that had chocolate bits mixed into it waiting, and damn it, if she didn't say that smile was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen, she’d be lying her ass off. “Long time no see. Two weeks is just… an eternity for a clingy person, isn’t it?” 

“I concur.” Anakin turned, and his eyes searched the planes of her face. It was like he was memorizing the planes of her face, the way she had chosen a light pink lipstick and a collared shirt that left enough skin to pump up the gears of his imagination. “Two weeks is an extremely long time. I hope you don’t mind that I created a stole of you in the meantime. I didn't want to forget the face of the woman who completely and utterly blew my mind.” 

“You’d forget me that quickly?” 

“I’d never forget you. I don't think I stopped thinking about you once in the past two weeks.” 

“Well, I forgot almost a week and a half of my life because of the last time we were together, so we differ there.” She blushed just saying it under her breath, and a glance over confirmed that he was beaming with accomplishment. His hair felt darker today for some reason, and man, that brooding expression of his was just… impeccable. It kind of felt like she was being undressed right here. The beeping of the waffle maker got angry enough that it snapped her out of her lustful haze, and anxiety peaked at first sight of the small plume of smoke rising in the air. “Anakin, I think your waffles are burning.” 

“Oh, shit .” He seemed to remember the fact that he was trying to make something, and the entire line was grumbling as he took his plastic fork in hand to dig out the charred mess that was left behind. “Breakfast is served.” 

“What happened there? You were doing so good about making a waffle that was gourmet.” Padmé watched him deposit the thing onto his plate and frowned. “I even saw some cereal bits in there.” 

“I was distracted by your impeccable beauty, Aphrodite.” He set the burned, crispy, inedible creation aside, and when someone from behind him tried to step up, they received a sharp, chiding look. “Dude, back up. I still have another cup to make.” 

“Are you shitting me right now?” Anakin only looked at him. “You burned the last one.” 

“So?” The man huffed, and the angry clip of dress shoes stepping back paired perfectly with the way her ideal man shook his head. He poured in the chocolate chip batter and scoffed. “How impatient do you have to be to approach a man making his waffles?” 

“Mm, pretty impatient, in my experience. I was kind of thinking of Chicago and cut the entire line.” The way he was pouring his batter started to get sloppy, and when a bit of it went over the edge, she snapped at him. “Ok, you’re gonna burn another set of waffles if we start to flirt, so I’m gonna sit down. You can meet me and my ass tasting powdered eggs over by the strudel.” 

“They have strudel here?” 

“Toaster strudels.” He laughed under his breath, and she gave him a small salute. “See you there.” 

“Planning on it.” 

She was just trying to figure out how she was going to get out of a meeting when Anakin slid across from her booth, his lips curved into a small smile. 

“So what’s the plan? Upstairs?” 

“Uh—” Padmé didn’t like that Sabé had typed out fuck you, you annoying bitch at her request for time away from the conference, and set her phone at the table. “My friend is like, really mad at me for trying to get out of a group meeting we have in an hour, otherwise I would.” 

“I can wait for an hour. Do I get to think about you during that time?” 

“Only if it’s sexy.” 

“It’s very sexy.” 

“How sexy?” 

“Hands between your legs, mouth open.” 

“Add in you watching me from the end of the bed, and I’ll give you that fantasy for real.” Anakin’s eyes fluttered shut, and a sharp clearing of the throat helped her lower her voice. People were giving them dirty looks, and to their credit, it was like ten in the morning. She shouldn’t be saying stuff like this at full volume. 

It was just that Anakin kind of drove her crazy, and he matched her freak really, really well. 

“So an hour?” 

“Maybe two.” 

“You didn’t say two hours before this.” 

“Yeah, but I don’t know how bad my friend hates me right now. I ditched her in Chicago the entire weekend, and she secured the project I’m even here on.” 

“So you’re not just showing up at hotels to fulfill my wildest dreams?” 

“Well, maybe I’m doing that, too.” He grinned, and she matched his expression easily. “My room, or yours?” 

“Uh…” Anakin leaned forward. “I haven’t checked into my room yet. They have a shortage, or something.” 

“Cancel your reservation. We’ve shared beds before.” He raised his brows, and the offer was bold, but frankly, they had fucked so much the last time they saw each other that they didn’t leave the room. This thing she proposed? It felt like the more economical thing to do. “You can have an extra wristband for this five-star cuisine.” 

“I don’t need another wristband.” His eyes sparkled, and that look sent a pang of want straight between her legs. “You know what I want.” 

“I do,” Padmé stood, and shook out her hands. “And that’s why I’m going to frontload all of my meetings, because I intend on letting you do that a lot, actually.” 

“Perfect.” 

“Amazing.” She leaned in, and their noses brushed. “The key to my room is in my back pocket, if you want to grab it.” His blue eyes were practically black, and she turned around so that his long, lithe fingers could slip the package she had referenced out of her jeans. “See you in a bit.” 

“I’ll be counting down the seconds.” Padmé laughed, and Anakin didn’t look like he was kidding. 

That really shouldn’t have made her wet, but she had to worry about what the hell she was going to talk about at this meeting now that it did.

—

Her meetings kind of went terribly, and that was because she was vibrating from head to toe the entire time she was supposed to be focused on game development. Padmé couldn’t give a flying fuck about what poor Obi-Wan was saying. Something about the main character needing some kind of driving reason to believe in this other side character, or some shit. 

Padmé candidly couldn’t bring herself to even try. 

She knew Anakin was on the bed, visualizing her with her hand between her legs, and had the potential to make her scream. That made her want to go back to the dingy hotel as soon as possible, and make that real, no matter what the consequences were. 

The moment that everyone let out, Sabé started to get pissy. 

“I’m going back to the hotel.” 

“We always go out for drinks together.” Padmé clenched her fists, and she turned around, thankfully, Dormé was coming to the rescue. She had tag-teamed this one, and the look in her eye said that she understood Padmé was about fifteen seconds away from yelling I need to get fucked right now . 

Her perfectly manicured hand pulled Sabé back, and she laughed nervously. 

“How about we go for a drink? Clearly, Padmé needs some Advil.” 

“Can she not take Advil elsewhere?” 

“God, Sabé, can you be any further up her ass? Let her go back to the hotel if she wants to.” Sabé’s cheeks colored, and Dormé tilted her head. “Go, grumpy. Your headache is really starting to show.” 

Headache was definitely code for dickache, and Padmé had never been more glad that she had let Dormé in on this in her life.

The moment she got back from Chicago, she spilled about everything. How she hit on a complete and total stranger, how they dry humped in the bathroom, and then she got drunk and threw up everywhere, how Anakin and she didn’t leave the hotel room. How she had been pressed up against a window at one point and had begged for him to take them within an inch of someone finding out, and how mirrors had legitimately fogged up in the bathroom because of their sessions. 

It wasn’t a surprise that Dormé freaked the fuck out about half of the stories Padmé brought back about Anakin. Actually, it kind of made her proud.

“Are you sure he is real? He’s not like— a vibrator that you named Anakin, right?” 

“How would I get bite marks on me if he were a vibrator?” 

“You said you came five times in one day.” 

“Yeah.” 

“That sounds almost comic .” 

“I promise, he’s real.” 

“Prove it.” Padmé yanked down her shirt to show the deep mark of his incisors on her left tit, and Dormé’s jaw dropped. “Oh my gosh, is that his teeth? ” She giggled, and Dormé shook her head. “And here I thought you were innocent and only owned a fifteen-year-old vibrator, you dirty dog. You dirty , dirty dog.” Their lips curved into smiles slowly, and the conversation that followed had been the best three hours of Prosecco and popcorn that they ever shared in their lives, probably. 

It didn't even take three proper knocks for the door to open, and as his hand pulled her inside, she was more than shocked to see that Anakin only had a washcloth over his crotch as he shut the door behind them. When it fell to the wayside, she wasn't exactly sorry by the hard-on that pressed against her leg, but what if that had been literally anyone else?

“You aren’t even wearing clothes?” 

“They get in the way.” He surged forward to press his lips against hers, and Padmé got started on the task of unbuttoning her shirt for him as they stumbled towards the bed in a fit of unruly, hasty laughter.

Maybe an hour passed, or two. She didn’t know. 

All Padmé knew was that her hair was a tangled mess from his hands, and that her entire body felt like her favorite kind of formless jelly as she lay out on the mattress stark naked, her hands in the air and her better judgment left somewhere in the corner. 

They had gotten really loud at the end. Someone knocked on the floor underneath them, and honestly, she had only yelled his name more.

His voice was scratchy as he casually ordered her dinner, and she watched him lean further into the phone beside them, his back full of muscles that she wanted to take a nice, big bite of. 

How in the world did she get so… lucky? Anakin was just so picturesque . He was perfect. He had abs, biceps, and yearning down to a science . For the first half of foreplay, he recited from memory the journal entry he had written the first time they had met, and the moment he got to, and I’d hold up the sky if she just would call me a good boy, she was practically begging for him to slide on home.

She had never met someone who was just as good at talking as he was at sex, and was somehow pathetic for her at the same time. Plus, he was smart . Ordertech didn’t hire just anyone, and after she looked into his position a little further, Anakin practically created all the databases that Padmé used to animate. 

If he had thought her animating Until Dawn was sexy, he should’ve seen the way she took a vibrator to herself when she found out that he was the one who invented her favorite digital rotoscope tools. It was like their lives were tied together by some invisible string, and then gave them the sexual drives of a rabbit.

But who could blame her? He was all her favorite things wrapped up into the most visually appetizing, emotionally honest, and psychologically fascinating package. She was coming to the conclusion pretty fast that it wasn’t just her clit that liked Anakin, and while that should scare normal people, it really, really didn't scare her.

In fact, it kind of made her wonder if they should ditch the rubbers. 

“We’d like the steak cooked medium well. No chives, please, extra butter.” He turned back towards her, and the lipstick that had smeared all over his cheeks really looked good against his skin. “Anything else before I hang up, angel?” Padmé wiggled a bit in her spot, and as the idea crept into her mind, her fantasies stirred. 

“Yeah, actually.” She rolled over so that she could press her lips against the skin she could reach, and smiled softly. “A bowl of whipped cream .” He raised a singular brow, and she hoped that her face showed as much excitement as the base of her stomach did. 

“And a bowl of whipped cream, please. Thanks, I really appreciate it.” He hung up the phone and smiled. “Whipped cream, huh?” 

“I was trying to fulfill some of your fantasies.” 

“I didn’t know that whipped cream was a fantasy of mine.” 

“Well, I think what I’m going to do with it will be.” 

The steak was somewhat chewy, and he left all the dishes outside the door before going to brush his teeth. His meal had apparently left a bad taste in his mouth, and she thought it was funny that Anakin tended to floss after almost every meal. 

He said he gave her some big reasoning that included dental health as to why he was so insistent on it, but to be honest, she wasn’t really listening due to the hands that were roaming between her legs and swiping through the wetness that collected down there at just the sight of him. One day, she would ask him again. Today wouldn’t be that day, but there was one in the future that included a long talk about flossing. 

The cream was cold from where it was slipped into the mini fridge, and Padmé winced as she placed the first big dollop onto her right nipple, her nose wrinkling and her entire body recoiling . This was… very unsexy. In fact, as she was lying back on the bed, trying to dollop more and more whipped cream onto her body, it just turned into a sensory nightmare. 

It was running down the insides of her thighs, down her stomach. Creating weird shapes on her boobs, and refusing to stand up in the stiff peaks she had always imagined whipped cream that was half frozen would make. Anakin hummed in the other room, and she heard his voice taper off. 

Ok, he was coming in. Try to look sexy, Padmé. 

She crossed her legs and then decided to just open them before getting another splotch of whipped cream right on her clit. This is going to give me a UTI, isn't it? In the process of all that movement due to her indecision, a big splotch of whipped cream on her boob slid completely to the wayside. 

Oh well. There wasn’t time to fix it, and he was standing in the doorway, so Padmé gave him a strange, lopsided grin. This was the worst surprise ever. Did he even like it? He had actually put on some pajama pants so that he could take out their plates, and thankfully, it only took a second or two until she saw the fabric stir to life. 

“...Holy fuck . Yeah, fantasies come to life— you continue to blow my mind.” 

“I’m glad.” She felt brave and opened her legs a bit further so that he could see what he was missing, her eye twitching when the runniness from the runaway whipped cream blob began to pool mysteriously in her stomach. “But this is actually really, really uncomfortable, and I feel very unsexy.” 

“I don’t want you to be uncomfortable, but I promise you. This is very sexy.” He pointed to the tent in his pants and grinned. “If that’s not proof enough.” She blushed, and he climbed onto the bed to swipe through the mess that was on her body, his lips wrapping around his finger teasingly. “What can we do to fix the uncomfortable?” 

“Uh…” Padmé’s breath caught as he attached himself to her nipple once again, and the smug bastard was waiting for a real answer, wasn’t he? “A shower, probably.” She was going to say more, and then was cut off by him switching to the other side, and well, food play got a lot more appetizing to her after that. 

They did end up making it to the shower, and it was very, very sweet that Anakin took the time to scrub her off, his hands wandering her body in a strangely gentle way that was not in the slightest sexual. It was, however, incredibly sensual. It was like the smell of her special hotel bodywash, and the time spent in that cramped space together gave them a chance to simply… worship each other like they wanted to. 

Anakin took his sweet time washing her back, running his fingers over her shoulders, her flanks, her stomach. He knelt down despite getting water in his eyes to wash off her legs, kiss the inner part of her thigh, and massage her calves. She lathered shampoo into his hair as he knelt, and as he traveled back up to her face, he gently rubbed her hips as she leaned into him for a wet, soft, and wanting kiss, their bodies slick and pressed together a bit more desperately as the water was beginning to draw lukewarm.

It was like their time in the shower helped them explore more of each other than just their sexual sides. She liked that. 

But when Anakin was finished washing all the residue from their fun with whipped cream aside, Padmé splayed her fingers against the tile of the shower, and pushed her ass up against his erection with a soft, begging whine. She really couldn’t force herself not to want him, and that stretch of him sliding home for the first time without a condom felt like the perfect mix of recklessness and perfection at the same time. 

They almost slipped more than once, his hips snapping into hers, but thankfully for them, their climaxes appeared really, really fast, and Anakin pulled out just in time to release himself all over her back.

He scrubbed her down dutifully afterward, and they didn’t talk about the fact that there wasn’t a single rubber to be found during their shower incident that night. Was it a bad thing to be that reckless?

That concept really stuck with her the entire next day during her meetings. All of her clients had commented on how she was glowing, and she really wondered if that was a I just had amazing sex glow or a I let Anakin try the pull and pray method glow. 

She kind of hoped it was the second one. 

“Are you insane?” Dormé had pulled her aside, and somewhere along the meeting, one of the bruises from where she had slipped in the shower was showing due to a shifted pencil skirt. “I thought that you were joking when you said this guy is literally at every conference— you’re telling me that when you leave for your hotel, you’re just fucking Anakin twenty-four-seven?” 

“No, we—” Padmé considered the question, and blushed. “We break for work and food. He’s working his deals right now, and I’m working mine. We’re going to meet tonight.” 

“I fucking hate you.” They laughed together, but Dormé only shook her head. “But seriously, you need to find a way to get that I have a man waiting to fuck me look off your face.” She looked in the mirror of the single-stalled bathroom to see what Dormé was talking about, and merely saw her own features staring back. There was a lot more looseness in her posture, but that was about it. 

“I don’t see what you’re talking about.” 

“You have it all over your everything— you know, I need this kind of guy in my life. Knows what you want, is always tearing you up, leaves you visibly drooling just thinking about the next session.” Padmé snorted. “I’m serious. I’ve never seen you get so lost in a meeting in my life.” 

‘It wasn’t that bad.” 

“You were saying he’s so good in response to a question about whether the numbers on the game were approved. You’re dick drunk if I do say so myself.” Padmé scoffed, and Dormé snorted. “Anyway, you’re released after this last meeting to go get fucked again. You said he was a service top?” Padmé stuck her nail between her teeth as she thought about the selections of what he could do to her tonight, and nodded. “Damn it, I can’t believe I’m jealous of you. You’re having a better sex life than I am right now.” 

“Anakin’s dick is so good that I kind of want to marry him.” There was a soft raise of a brow, stone-cold silence, and yeah, in hindsight, Padmé thought that was a bit crazy, too. 

She meant it, but still. That could’ve been an inside thought.

The meeting with the investors was going on for a long time, and Padmé pressed her hands into her thighs as she thought about what she wanted Anakin to do first. She loved his mouth, loved his fingers. Loved riding his face, loved riding him in general. But she also… kind of… really liked what they did last night. 

How do you ask someone if you can stop wearing a condom?  She had never been so eager to ditch a piece of latex in her life.

“Are you going to insure against that?” Dormé was trying to get Ordertech to realize that they needed more assurances for safety, and Padmé knew that she should be a responsible adult and do the same with Anakin. 

She didn’t know that he wasn’t doing this with anyone else. She was half sure due to the heart eyes that appeared when she was near, but she didn’t even know if he was clean. Someone that beautiful surely hadn’t just fucked her . 

She should ask him. 

Their breaths were hot against each other, and she forced herself to pull back before the nudging dick between her legs became a thrusting one, and cleared her throat slightly. 

“Ok, this is gonna be awkward.” She rolled over to the empty spot next to him and folded her hands over her stomach as her clit throbbed. It was looking for the attention it usually got, and unfortunately, it would have to wait. “Um… are you… clean?” 

Anakin seemed to be collecting his thoughts, and the small laugh she got after a long pause made her look over at his soft, sheepish smile.

“Yeah, uh… I think the last time I had sex was the first time I ever did it. I kind of wish you were the first one so you could be the only one.” Padmé was completely silent, and he appeared to realize how shocking that kind of confession was as he blushed crimson. “That was really clingy, fuck . Wow, I should’ve just said yes, I’m clean.” 

“No… that was…” She stared at the ceiling and blushed as his answer danced around her brain. It sent a huge response to the angry throbbing between her legs to get worse, and she clenched down on nothing to help calm herself down. 

“Totally out of line, way too much information—” 

“I wish you were the only one, too.” 

“I’m sorry, I won’t— did you just say me too? ” Her heart beat in her throat, and she looked over. 

“Yeah.” The room felt tight with their lack of conversation, and his lips spread into an extremely large, goofy smile. “That’s clingy, and weird, and probably not hotel hook-up rules.” 

“I don’t know how normal hotel hook-up rules work. I’ve never had one.” Anakin murmured, and she laughed under her breath. 

“I don’t know how they work either. They most likely don’t work this way, but I kind of… like our rules for it.” His hair was a mess, and now that they had gotten that out of the way, she rolled on top of him once again, her parted legs straddling him carefully. “And I hope that you don’t mind that we didn’t use a condom in the shower, because I’m clean, and actually only have sex with you because why the hell would I have sex with someone else when you know everything about me and you’re perfect—” He sighed appreciatively, and that hard on that felt massive before was growing even bigger the more she praised him. “But anyway, I really don’t care if we use protection now that we’ve talked about it. I uh…” She knew that saying I want to take that risk was wholly and utterly insane, but that look in his eyes, the one where he had a half smirk and a dimple in his right cheek, told her that he already knew. “Yeah.” 

“Yeah.” They were quiet, and she ran her fingers through his hair. 

“God, I’ve never felt this way before in my life.”

“Me neither.” She ground down against him a bit harshly, and he groaned under his breath, his pretty pretty jaw looking even better when he threw his head back into the pillows. “You know you don’t have to say things just because I say them, right?” 

“Anakin, I’m the kind of person who was thinking about going raw during my meetings today. I wished that I could go back in time and take your virginity the moment you said it, just so that I could be the only one to have seen you come.” His whine was so pathetic that she whimpered, and her hips began to unwillingly hump him in order to get a new form of friction. “Oh, fuck, I’m a horrible person.” 

“Stop saying that about yourself, Padmé, you’re perfect . You walked out of my dreams, you are everything I’ve ever wanted and more—” His hands wrapped around her waist to push her underwear to the side, and thankfully, he wasn’t wearing anything underneath her. Padmé lifted herself slightly and gasped at the head teasing her overused, kind of swollen entrance. “In fact, let me show you just how perfect you are.” 

She didn’t have to let him tell her twice, and when he pushed all the way in, it said everything he ever needed to say.

They tipped extra at the end of their stay due to the insane stains on their sheets, and Padmé kissed him a good and long time at the door before they had to leave. 

“When are you going to a conference again?” 

“I can be at one as soon as two weeks from now.” 

“That’s too long.” 

“I agree. We're too good at this to wait for two weeks.” He squeezed her ass appreciatively and pulled back from another lip lock to think about it. “I think I can accompany Obi-Wan to one of the makers guilds over in Anaheim next week.” 

“I’ll find a meeting to take there.” Padmé snaked an arm around her neck and kissed him again. “Don’t bring rubbers next time.” He shuddered and whined as she moved away so that she could leave. “I’m gonna miss my flight.” 

“Let me walk you downstairs. I’ll book the room for California.” 

“Deal.” They took the elevator together downstairs, and when neither of them could walk away, Padmé yanked her head towards the family bathroom in the lobby. “One more time for the road?” 

“Don’t have to tell me twice.” 

4

Padmé was more than an hour late to the meeting she was supposed to be at for this entire Anaheim set up, and honestly, she had found way too many reasons to get away and find Anakin. 

First, it was going to the bar together, and then it was telling her coworkers that she needed to go do some more animation. Now it was just blatantly disappearing the minute she got the chance to, and as she approached the blond that was sitting at the hotel bar waiting for her, his blue eyes snapped to her sundress. 

A small smile spread across his face, and she caught the tail end of his statement as she wrapped her arms around his neck from behind. 

“I gotta go, the wife is here.” His phone slipped out of his ear into her hand, and she clicked the end call button as he chuckled. “I checked us in.”

“Good boy.” The mewl under his breath was reserved just for her, and they were up in the hotel room faster than anyone had ever seen a couple move to before. 

They were dry humping on the couch wildly like teenagers when it really hit her. He had called her a wife . A wife who shared a last name, had children, and realistically didn’t see each other in secret shadowy places.  

Did he mean that? Or was he just playing some kind of joke?

“You called me your—” She panted as he continued to rub up against her, and dug her forehead into his shoulder. “ Wife earlier.” 

“Oh.” He wasn’t really on this planet, judging by how breathy that word sounded, and she dug in his fingers so that he could pick up the pace. Fuck, she loved their foreplay. It only got better and better every time they met up. “Yeah. I know that’s obsessive and not appropriate for hotel hookups.” 

Padmé threw her head back and began to unbutton his shirt. 

“Say it again.” 

“Which part?”

“You know what part.” He grinned wickedly, and dry humping took a turn for the real thing pretty quickly. They fucked loud and hard for what had to have been a total of six minutes, and she came nearly the hardest she had ever come before the moment he murmured my wife in her ear. 

She didn’t really think too much of the meaning of that as her head hit the pillow, and the water that turned on in the bathroom from Anakin wetting a washcloth for her was soothing, repetitive, and really, really nice.

She was debating the merits of falling asleep when she swore that there was… a knock on the door. She turned her head to look at the wood, and the infographic of the amusement park kind of reminded her of their location. Obviously, there was a noise complaint.

“Ani.” There was no answer, and Padmé cleared her throat so that he could hear her breaking voice, her hand patting her chest encouragingly. “ Ani , there’s someone at the door.” 

The knocking continued, and she pulled up the comforter over her nakedness as Anakin slipped out of the bathroom. 

“I don’t know who that could be.” She pointed towards where he had thrown his boxers, and lazy hands hiked up the patterned underwear as he scratched the back of his neck curiously. “Just stay here, angel.” 

“M’kay.” His bare feet padded against the carpeting, and she felt contended as he unlocked the door slowly, his movements labored from all the excitement from earlier. Padmé tangled her hands in her hair and watched him crack the door open. “Hey, uh— I wasn’t expecting you.” 

“I can tell.” The voice of Obi-Wan Kenobi made all of her hairs stand on end, and the happy dance her fingers were doing felt like they had been dipped in cold ice. Did she need to get out of bed? Was he going to ask to come in? He couldn’t come in, she was completely, stark naked under a sheet with come on her stomach. 

Padmé shuffled as quickly as she could to be flat, and the way Anakin lightly laughed in a clearly nervous tone told her that this situation right here was about to be her worst nightmare. 

Obi-Wan was one of her oldest clients, and she had just let his associate fuck her until she screamed . If he came in here and saw that, now what? That had to be against like, sixteen different conflicts of interest aspects of their company’s moral code. 

“So, what do you need?” Anakin was clearly trying to block the door with his physical body to shield Padmé, and the slight laugh from the revealed visuals made her clap a hand over her mouth. 

“My goodness, who did that to you?” The door got a little less opened so that Anakin’s bare chest was hidden from view, and she winced when she realized he was referring to her cat scratches down his front. She had been a bit overzealous, but he was clearly enjoying it if she was thinking all that begging for her to go harder and mark him was a sign, and they weren’t really thinking of how it would look to... his boss, of all people. “Isn’t that a bit… wild?” 

“Uh, no. She’s great.” Anakin laughed. “Not that I don’t love you, Obi-Wan, but did you come here to ask about my sex life?” 

“No, of course not.” Obi-Wan cleared his throat. “I was attempting to open a bottle of Cabernet in my room, and I appear to have misplaced the bottle opener. Do you have one?” Anakin looked over beside her, and she did the best she could to throw the metal object that was right beside their bed to him, the tool clattering on the ground. 

The silence between the two men after the loud clanging noise showed that he knew someone was in there, and Anakin clapped his hands together.

“Uh… yeah.” He bent down and snatched it off the floor as he quickly snapped the door shut, and appeared to hand it over with a quick close and open of the door. “Not that I’m trying to get out of talking with you, but, uh, I gotta go.” 

“Oh, I’m sure you do. Make sure that the scratching doesn’t get any harder, or whoever you’re exploring with will draw blood. Goodnight.” 

“Night.” She wilted a bit, and the soft click of a door helped her feel more at ease as the lock was turned. Anakin pressed his full back against the grain of the wood, his cheeks a bright red, and she got out of bed with the sheet so that she could comfort him. Hands wrapped around her immediately, and she laughed pathetically into his chest as he exhaled shakily, their body language matching in such a unique fashion.

There was something… terrifying about running into Obi-Wan Kenobi, and something comical at the same time, for him to say that he was sure Anakin would be preoccupied. Padmé tried to wrap her head around it, and when she couldn’t, she dropped to her knees in front of him and yanked down his boxers. 

“What?” 

“I can’t let the fear control me. If I do, then we might not have hotel sex, like ever again. And I really don’t want that to happen because that makes me weird and boxed up, and you're the only person who actually gets me super, crazy horny.” He was already half hard, but as she kitten licked up the salty taste of his precome, it helped him grow in her hand even further. “We can forget this. We can continue to explore.” Her lips pressed against his shaft, and she was really speaking more to herself than to him. “We’re adults. Let’s celebrate us not getting caught.” 

“Celebrate?” 

“Yeah,” Padmé’s hand pumped him up and down a few times, and as he pulsed in her palm, she looked up at him with a half smile. “Cheer up, baby, you’re getting a hand slash blow job from your hotel wife.” Anakin shivered under the mention of the word, and she wrapped her hair up in her hands to dutifully pass it on to him. “And then after that, we’re gonna live up to his definition of us being wild.” 

“Ok.” He laughed under his breath and shook his head. “Holy fuck, you’re insane.”

“Yep, that’s right. Insane is my name.” She eyed him carefully and squeezed his base as she smiled to herself. “But, it’s logical at the same time. We’re really, really good at this, and we only have until tomorrow morning. It would be a waste.” 

“Right. We have to make the most of our time.” 

“Glad we’re on the same page.” She was about to wrap her mouth around him and pressed her cheek against his thigh. “I also want you to know that I like just talking with you, too.” 

Anakin chuckled, and a hand smoothed the hair around her face. 

“I really like just talking with you, too, Padmé.” She smiled, and the pulsing in her hand confirmed that ultimately, she wasn’t interested in just talking right now. They could talk later. 

In fact, she even thought they could exchange numbers.

—

When the sun rose the next dawn, Anakin had given Padmé the great gift of peace of mind gift ever. 

“I missed my flight this morning.” 

“No, you didn’t.”

“Yeah, I did. I didn’t want us to run across Obi-Wan in the lobby.” She pushed at his chest, and he laughed sleepily as he pulled her closer to his skin. 

“I really, really like you.” 

“I really, really like you too.” 

Needless to say, they got another round in the morning, and by the time they were downstairs in their airplane clothes, there were no run-ins, and thus, no observations of the way Anakin had a slight limp from all the bending and twisting they did. 

“Hey.” He pulled back from their goodbye kiss, and she waved her phone. “I was thinking that… we could exchange numbers this time. Maybe talk more than the little time we get between bending, twisting, and sucking. I actually do like talking with you, you know.” Anakin laughed, and that small sleek phone she had thrown somewhere across the hotel room a billion times was produced in his hand. 

“I really like talking with you, too.” It was like they were on the same wavelength the majority of the time, and she blushed as she typed in her phone like a teenager would, with shaking thumbs and a small text-face smiley face at the end of her name. 

“Now we can be super clingy.” His nose brushed against hers as they kissed once again, and she felt the buzzing of work calls and texts coming back the moment that her phone was slipped into her back pocket by him. “And I’m going to say something really crazy, but I miss you already.” 

Her hands wrapped around his waist, and there was something about this that felt more serious than just hotel sex or experimenting with new things. She really liked the way they brushed their teeth side by side in the mornings, ate their dinners together at night. Anakin liked to wash her hair and asked her to teach him how to properly apply conditioner, and by the time he finished toweling her off, there were all kinds of butterflies in her stomach that weren’t from the crazy, stupid sex they just had.

“I’ve missed you since we first got here.” His gravely voice almost made her see stars, and she pressed her cheek against his strong, broad chest for a few moments so that she could hear his heartbeat. “You’re going to Florida, right?” 

“Yeah.” 

“I am, too.” Padmé felt herself sniffling, and this was stupid. Why was she crying over a hotel hookup? She was literally going to see him again. “Only three more weeks.” 

“Ok.” She reached up on her tiptoes, and Anakin kissed her like no one was watching, even if the couple in the lobby were giving her dirty looks. 

Her fingers were pressed over her lips the entire taxi ride to the airport, and to distract herself from the small hole left in her heart, she turned back on her phone. The texts she had ignored after her small update on her sex life from Dormé helped fill a little of the pain, and she supposed that now, she could answer them.

Dormé [20:32] :

You tried the socket!? Where did you even find that? 

I didn’t even know that was a sex position.

Padmé [10:12] :

Google. 

Dormé [10:14] :

Didn’t I give you that sex book?

Padmé [10:17] :

Yeah, but Anakin did all of those already. He found it in my briefcase on like, our second meeting. 

Love the book, by the way.

We had to try some new positions on the list. I liked the socket a lot, it was fun, but honestly, I think I’m too old for this. 

I may have strained a few muscles.

Dormé [10:33] :

You bitch. I hate you and your fun sex life.

Padmé [10:43] :

You’ll hate me more in a week and a half. He’s going to Florida’s convention. 

Dormé [10:52] :

Yeah, piss off.

Padmé scrolled a little further down, and right before she lost service, a text from an unknown number came in. 

855-282-6429 [11:01] :

I miss you so much that it hurts to breathe. It’s not the pulled hamstrings from last night, because the painkillers I’m on didn’t kick it.

Are you sure I can’t quit my job to be with you?

I can’t do this

Next week needs to come sooner, or I might die.

She pressed the screen against her chest, and shut her eyes so that she didn’t cry before simply responding, me too. 

5

Her flip flops were picking up sand with each step she took, and she knew that by her being radio silent via text, he would understand that she had arrived at the tiki bar. 

The resort that Anakin had booked for them was honestly… obscenely over the top. She had never been around somewhere so nice in her life, and even the ocean looked cleaner here, the tiki huts all pretty woven grass and waves making that comfortable splashing noise somewhere in the background. 

She tucked her natural curls behind her ear, and found the man sitting in a tropical white patterned shirt, his hand wrapped around a fruity cocktail, and smiled. That looked just like the person she was looking for, and the matching flip flops on his feet confirmed that they were definitely two peas in a pod. 

Three weeks since they exchanged numbers was all they needed to uncage the ravenous beast that was Anakin and Padmé with a phone connection.

The first week was basically Phone sex every night, but what wasn’t expected was how much they would call. When Padmé saw the amount of her phone bill, she cradled her head in her hands, and Dormé only laughed at her. 

“You guys are talking like, constantly. What did you expect?” Definitely not a four-hundred-dollar increase, but Anakin paid it for her anyway and didn’t tell her how he did it. 

It was just that… they never got bored with each other. They were pretty much talking about anything and everything. Padmé would be trying to get her avatar to move while Anakin would be doing whatever he does for work, and their voices would sometimes intermingle into one as they said the same thing at the same time before bursting into loud laughter. 

They’d cook dinner together, watch synced movies. Tell each other what they were doing when they weren’t doing anything special, and Padmé knew that they had officially gone crazy when they were reluctant to hang up for bathroom breaks. 

She established the rule that they would mute, and it worked great.

The craziest part was that Anakin only lived six hours away from her. She was thinking of surprising him by taking a train out to see him the day before flying out, but he was onto her and told her that she should wait since he was doing something special for their six- month hotel sex-iversary. 

Padmé had laughed for about twenty minutes at that name, and then realized that six months had really flown by really, really fast. Would life always feel like bliss when she was with Anakin? Six months before she met him used to feel like an entire decade. 

Her flight landed early, and she had thought about that a little harder until she was handed a hot towel on her car ride over to the resort, and realized that they needed to have a conversation about why Anakin had spent way too much money on this little surprise thing.

As she weaved her arms around his neck, she forgot about anything she was going to say. He was in her arms, and frankly, he was perfect .

Her lips pressed against his temple, and then his cheek. The kisses traveled down to his jaw as he was attempting to face her, and eventually, she nipped against his neck as she squeezed her arms a bit tighter.

“This is way too much.” Anakin turned when she loosened her grip so that he could pull her in between his legs, and he hummed appreciatively as they kissed once, and then twice, and then a third time hello. She pulled on his bottom lip with her teeth, and he laughed. “Why are you spending your savings on me, Ani?” 

“Because it’s a special occasion.” He kissed her again, and God , he smelled so good. He was all musky from passively sweating in the humidity, and she thought that was impeccable. “We’ve been doing this for six months.” 

“That’s not a proper occasion to be spending thousands on. We’re here for two nights .” 

“You wearing this dress for two minutes is a proper occasion to be spending thousands on.” She giggled against him, and after they pulled away from another greeting kiss, he buried his nose in her skin. “I missed you so much.” 

“No, you didn’t, I missed you more.” 

“You smell like banana, fuck, I never thought I’d like banana like this.” She laughed as her hand wound into his hair, and a soft tug made those big blue eyes stare at her like she was the only thing in the entire world. “Have I told you that I missed you so much?” 

“Only once.” 

“I’d say it a thousand more times if I thought it wouldn't creep you out.” She leaned in to kiss him again, and a soft clearing of the throat from the tiki bartender made them break apart. 

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Their amount of PDA was probably bordering on inappropriate, and Anakin refused to let go of her waist. “We won’t do it anymore.” 

“No, uh, you were just bought a round from the couple over there.” The two of them looked at the old couple who were sipping on a few margaritas, and she laughed under her breath in surprise. 

“What for?” 

“They say congratulations on your honeymoon.” Padmé couldn’t figure out what led them to believe that, and her eyes fell to the band that she had mistakenly worn on her left hand. We’re both in white, aren’t we? 

A glance at their unintentionally matching outfits kind of helped her understand why they were mistaken as newlyweds, and an evil thought crossed her mind when Anakin opened his mouth to correct them. She pulled him even closer and waved at the older couple with a large smile as she laughed. 

“ Thank you! ” There was a responding soft clinking of their knives to prompt them to kiss again, and Padmé indulged by giving her fake hubby a light peck as the bar around them seemed to look to see what the commotion was. She took the drink that was poured, and took a sip before giving Anakin one, his smile somewhat confused as she laughed.

“What will they do when they learn that it’s not our honeymoon?” 

“They won’t.” Her nose brushed against his as she moved to look him in the eye, and she kissed him chastely. “Because… let’s act like it is. Your work people aren’t here, and the hotel everyone is staying at for my conference is really far away. We could have fun with it. I’ll get all kinds of white lingerie. We can try having sex to music, too, like all newlyweds try at least once.” She waited for him to say that she was crazy, and instead, got another kiss. 

“You’re right. I’m your husband.” Padmé yelped under her breath as he easily swept her into a bridal position, and the joy on the crowd’s face almost made her feel like this was real and they had just come back from the chapel. “And that means that we have to go back to our room despite this very nice gesture of a drink.” 

“ Ani! ” 

“We have to cross the threshold, don’t we? All honeymooners cross the threshold.” He grinned, and she held onto him a little tighter as they trekked across the sand towards the guest rooms that were nearby, her heart thundering happily in her ears.

Needless to say, that white shirt that he was wearing got ripped off the moment he was in the door, and she covered her moans with a pillow as he fucked her that way any good husband would do, with a string of curses and praise in her ear. 

—

Padmé probably owed Dormé her entire life for getting her out of the afternoon meetings that day, and before she headed back to the resort, she took a quick trip to a lingerie store to pick out some wedding-themed stuff so they could really immerse themselves. 

The white thong in her hands didn’t feel right, and as she looked through the multicolored panty and bra sets, she frowned. 

“This is not wedding-like.” She sighed, and as she was trying to figure out what she was going to do next, an associate behind her shoulder cleared her throat. Padmé immediately blushed and hid the underwear she was holding against her chest so that they wouldn’t know she was trying to pick something that would be sexy.

Honestly, she didn’t know why she felt the need to hide it. 

Sex was the entire reason she was here.  

“I didn’t mean to scare you, but if you’re looking for more… martial options, we have an entire section on the other side of the store. There are even a few sets on sale if you’d like me to show them to you.”

“Oh.” Padmé thought about it and then nodded once. “Yes, I would.” 

“Is there anything in particular you think you might like?” Everything tingled as she thought of what Anakin liked and didn't like, and she sucked her bottom lip in her mouth as they walked into the opposing part of the store together, the associate flicking through various racks along the way. 

“Uh— yeah. I think I would like maybe… a veil.” The woman beside her smiled knowingly and handed her a set. 

“I have a really good feeling that this one will bring good luck on your wedding night.” 

After Padmé checked out, her undergarments for the night were slipped on under her clothes, and the veil that was found somewhere in the back was tucked neatly into her purse. 

—

The door opened, and she hurried to make sure that her pose was correct for when he finally made his entrance, coming back to the room after his day of work at the convention hall. The flower pot in her hand felt a bit ridiculous, but honestly, she didn’t care. 

She thought that everything else would make up for it, and as he stared at her in an all white lingerie set, her assumption was thankfully confirmed. She laughed as he pushed his jaw closed, and the physical shaking of his head to help him process what he was seeing felt even better after she had struggled to get the straps of these garters on.

“I have no idea what I did to deserve this.” 

“It’s our honeymoon.” She held forth the flower pot, and he didn’t move from his spot. “And, because everything happened so fast yesterday, I thought that maybe we could consummate our marriage, Ani.” 

He only stared at her, and she got up so that she could pull him by the tie onto their bed, her fingers deftly unbuttoning each button with a small smile.

“Consummate.” 

“More like, redoing our first times.” He shuddered under his breath, and his forehead hit her shoulder.

“Padmé, I’m going to come.” 

“You can’t come yet .”

“You wanted me to recreate my first time.” She laughed at him softly as he visibly bit down on his cheek, and paused as she undressed him. 

“Yeah, I was gonna recreate my teenage hopes for wedding night virginity sex by having us come way too early in missionary position to Loving Touching and Squeezing by Journey." He looked confused, and she shook her head. "It's a long story, I was really obsessed with Steve Perry as a fourteen-year-old—" She sighed. "I have it ready if you're willing to do the first-time thing." 

"I'm extremely down."

"Great. I don’t know what your first time was like, actually. How have we not talked about it before?” 

“Uh, I don’t know.” He sat there dumb foundedly, and Padmé worked on slipping that dress shirt off of him as the cogs visibly ticked in his mind. “I was eighteen, and… I got maybe halfway in before it was over. She never called me again, and then I never slept with anyone ever again.” 

She stopped and tried not to laugh at him. 

“You can’t be serious.”

“I am.” 

“But aren’t I only the second person?” He nodded, and something here wasn’t lining up. “How did you not come the day that I was telling you I wanted to fuck you in the bathroom?” 

“I did come. That’s why I took so long.” The revealed information prompted her to bury her head in his bare shoulder, and his laughter was warm. “You’re laughing at me.”

“I’m processing it.” 

“Through laughter.” 

“Ani, the first time we met, I got drunk on hotel martinis because I was scared of fucking the most beautiful stranger I had ever seen and then, proceeded to dry hump a wall, puke, and not sleep with said stranger all in one day.” He seemed to be a little less embarrassed when she jogged his memory and leaned in to capture his lips in a short kiss once again. “It’s ok if you come fast. I really like it, actually, it shows me you're super super into me and that we're no better than our teenage selves.” 

“Mm, this sounds a bit like a challenge to not come.” She felt her eyes sparkle and grinned. 

“It might be.” 

"It's gonna be really hard. You're wearing that..." Anakin gulped. "Well, you've been warned." He looked towards the phone and smiled. "Loving Touching and Squeezing, huh?" 

"Don't make fun of me." 

"I'm really looking forward to making your wedding night fantasy come true, Padmé." 

Everything about that night was soft, slow, and beautiful. His hands wandered her sides as she settled onto the bed, and as he brushed up her side to appreciate the white lace bra she wore, she felt herself shiver.

The comedy of the song faded pretty quickly when it was done, and suddenly, recreating firsts turned into a sort of... hoping there would be more firsts.

Anakin tried to take it slow, but to his credit, they were never slow. Everything they attempted to take slowly turned into rushed movements, frenzied moans. Nails scratching down the skin that they could reach, and whispered wants that turned into realities. He murmured about how beautiful she was like this, and her brain supplied that this could be… something more.

Something real.

Lingering fingers and questioning hands that held soft curves and angular muscles turned into hasty pulls, and their hips rocking into each other alongside each hard, wanton kiss. She pulled at his boxers and kissed down the column of his throat. 

“My first time wasn’t like this.” He groaned as he eased into her, and she gasped as he was finally fully inside of her. A hard clench around him grounded her, and fuck, she didn’t know how much she needed this. How much she needed him .

Now that she knew how much she needed him, she wouldn’t be able to survive without it.

Realistically, how did Padmé expect she was ever going to be able to continue without having Anakin around for more than this? She wanted more than this. She wanted to make this, a veil, then on a resort for their honeymoon, real . Two becoming one, forever, until death do they part.

How was she going to continue to see him as someone she only met with in hotel rooms and resorts? She wasn’t in the headspace to be thinking about a life without him, as he was pushing in and out of her slowly, and her hands tightened around his shoulder. 

“Are you ok?” She breathlessly nodded against him, and he kissed her cheeks, her lips, her forehead. “Every time I see you in that veil, I think about— I think about—” Her pride was tingling, and he kissed her again before shuddering against the heat of her skin, his hands gripped tight onto her waist. “Oh, I can’t say it.” 

“Me too.” Padmé knew that when the words cut off, they were both thinking about rice, a chapel, quitting jobs, and changing cities. The last time she had entertained this kind of thought, she was trying to buy a train to come see him, and this time, her thumb came to circle her clit mindlessly, her teeth scraping against his shoulder.

They aren’t really expressing words that would be understandable by languages commonly used in the world, but as he murmured those often-used half sentences in her ear and she let desperate pants of his name fill the air after every thrust, the message was clear. Padmé arched her back as he thrust back and forth into her urgently, the pace picking up in accordance with their rising climaxes. 

Her nails created long, streaking scratches into his back, and she internally knew that all this moaning was going to get them into trouble with the staff, but she didn’t care. They think it’s their honeymoon, and she gets to have Anakin over her, honest, half-crying, and shaking as their bodies fuse into one. 

“Gonna,” She attempted to catch her breath, and Anakin leaned in closer, his brows pinched and his eyes narrowed in on the features of her face. She had worn a small ring on her left hand, and he tangled his fingers with hers as her heart skipped a few beats. 

“Me too.” Padmé’s breath hitched as he switched his gait to be shallow and nimble, and she knew that he was attempting to memorize the look on her face when she finally came. The loud groan in her ear was going to bounce around her brain for the next few days at the very least, and she pressed her palm against his chest to urge him along as stars covered her vision.

“Come on, Ani,” He’s sweaty against her, and he only continues to snap his hips into her fervently, her body willing and pliant against his hold so that he could fuck her all the way through. “Don’t pull out.” 

He cursed against her neck, and honestly, it took nothing more than a few more strokes before he cried out in her ear and collapsed. His weight was comforting against her, and she held onto his neck, their breaths heavy as they tried to return to the head spaces they were in before. 

The fan of the hotel room whirred, and his lips pressed lazily against her as she thought to herself, the thing she was trying to keep a secret slipped out in a half whisper. 

“I wish this were real.” 

He leaned back, and she wondered if maybe this was the last straw. Maybe she had been blinded by all their encounters, maybe… she really had just been crazy and clingy and strange. Weird and boxed up. Drunk on the dick.

“We can make it real.” The air conditioning felt like it wasn’t as loud as it was supposed to be, and his eyes were soft. She brushed her hand against his jaw, and she didn’t know why her heart had leapt, but… it did. 

“Anakin, you don’t… we don’t know each other enough to do that. I was just— I was just talking.” 

“We know each other more than you think.” He plucked the veil off her head and threw it to the wayside. “And I can prove it to you.” 

“You can prove it to me?” 

“I can prove it to you.” She accepted a soft kiss to her lips and smiled. “Are you going to the Vegas conference in two weeks?” 

Padmé wasn’t. 

But now, she was.

+1

The hotel that he had selected for them to stay in this time had both a casino and a chapel, and she already felt like there were tears in her eyes.

Anakin, for the past two weeks, had been proving all the things that he knew about her, and it didn’t take long before she realized that, really, he knew everything about her that was important. The rest of the things… they could be learned. 

She started finding the handwritten notes that were trapped in her suitcase the moment she unpacked her things back at the house, and the messages inscribed told her that Anakin had been learning about more than just her tastes for sex. 

He knew that she liked the left side of the bed and not the right side, and that she always steamed out her shirts by hanging them in the shower instead of ironing. He knew that she pulled her hair back when she was trying to be focused, and that she loved peanut M&M’s instead of the regular. 

He knew that she hated fake lavender and loved a good vanilla. He knew that she loved horses and had a German shepherd as a child that she loved more than life. He knew that she helped design over fourteen different indie games, and he knew that she had played all of them in the demo phase from start to finish. 

Lastly, he knew that she collected every handwritten piece of affirmation she was ever given, and a small book to contain all of them appeared alongside fifty daisies in her office, just like she had always dreamed of. 

She held the notecard in her fingers and felt the tears come to her eyes. 

I know your dinner order. I know where you like to be touched. I know what makes you scream and what makes you cry. I know you want five kids in practice, and at least one set of twins, a boy and a girl. 

I know that I love you, and if you’ll let me, I know that I’d love to marry you.

Padmé moved up her flight two days before, and called Anakin as fast as she could so he could do the same.

Their phone calls got longer, and longer, and the gifts only grew to more and more tailored, niche feats until at last, two weeks later, Padmé checked into a hotel room, and saw a steak with no chives, and extra butter waiting for her on the dining table.

She knew that it was crazy, and then reminded herself that she felt crazy when she first saw Anakin. 

Maybe crazy to her was just… another word for in love . 

The doors to the little white chapel opened slowly, and the canned organ music introduced her to the groom standing at the altar, her smile strong and her heart beating in her chest. She wore the veil that she had balanced on her head the last time they were in a hotel room, in that white sundress that he had liked so much. 

The Elvis impersonator felt like it was fitting, in a weird way, and as they held hands in front of the state of Nevada, the vows spoken between them felt as fateful as their first meeting in a bar. Rings were slipped onto each other’s fingers, and as they ran out of that stuffy little room as the Skywalkers , Padmé realized that the teasing thing she had said to him on their first hook-up was right. 

The action of having her as a hotel hookup?

It definitely had consequences. 

Thankfully, they were all the good kind.

They admired their wedding rings from the safety of yet another hotel bed, and she made a mental note to herself that she really, really loved hotels. This season of more conferences had only brought good things for her, and the best thing one ever brought was right beside her, kissing her his wife’s cheek with all the pride that a newlywed typically would. 

“Dormé is going to freak when I tell her that I’m married.” Their laughter was soft, and she honestly couldn’t bring herself to think about the screech fest she was in for when she broke the news. “She always said that I was the boring friend, and look at me now. Married to my hotel hookup.” Anakin snorted, and Padmé laughed. “Actually, in a way, this is all her fault.” 

“It’s all her fault ?” 

“Yeah.” Padmé turned in his arms and rested her cheek on his chest. “A while ago, she said that I needed to find someone to break me out of my shell because I couldn’t remember the last time I had sex. I think my exact words were that I wasn’t a sexual being.” 

“Oh, really?” 

“Really.” Anakin was grinning, and she knew that she was in for it when he climbed on top of her. “So, we made a list. I think most of it was fulfilled, but I don’t think she was planning on me marrying my hotel hookup.” 

“Well, first of all.” He leaned down to kiss her, and she obliged. “You’re not just a hotel hookup.” He smiled as his knee found its place between her legs, and she gasped as he rubbed against her. “You’re my wife .” 

“Say that again.” Padmé kissed him desperately, and he smiled. 

“Wife.” 

“Oh, I love my husband.” They kissed for a little while longer, and when the kisses grew beyond the point of being heated, she looked towards the briefcase in the corner. Anakin angrily whimpered when she pulled back, and she smiled. “Let’s edit the list.” 

“The list?” 

“The sex list that Dormé made me make.” She got off the bed and rooted around the briefcase, which she was definitely not going to use in the foreseeable future, until she found the paper that had been collecting dust. “Now that we’re married, we should add a few things to it. Maybe we can cross things off each time we visit a hotel.” 

Anakin seemed to like that idea, and when she climbed back on the bed, he settled in beside her to press a soft kiss to her forehead. 

“I’d like that.” She wiggled the pen she had brought with her to edit the list, and turned with a small smile.

“Ani?” 

“Yeah.” 

“You’ll always be my hotel hookup.” They tangled their fingers together, and she smiled. “We’ll just be married now, too.” Anakin pulled her in closer, and that soft look in his eyes came back. “I love you.” 

“I promise that I love you more.”

“Somehow, I doubt that.” The ball of the pen paused, and she smiled. “I knew I just needed the right person to make me not weird and boxed up.” He chuckled and pressed his lips against her in response.

“You were never weird and boxed up. You were just waiting to meet me.” 

"Tell that to Dormé. She thinks that you were just around to make all my fantasies come true." 

"Well, I am, aren't I?" Padmé giggled as he pushed her down on the bed, and the list was forgotten about as they consummated their new marriage in the most fitting place possible: a hotel bed.