Title: Padfoot Author: Cerulean Blue Characters: Anakin, Padmé Catagory: Smut/Alternating POVs Rating: NC-17 Summary: Anakin thinks he's SO smart, but Padmé proves that even a Jedi knight can have the beejesus scared out of him. -------------------------- I was cleaning the verbobrain of an old astrodroid, minding my own business, when I sensed a presence in the Force. I whipped around and felt for my lightsaber, only to find that yes, I was in my sleep pants and no, I didn't have my 'saber. "Obi-Wan would kick my ass for this," I muttered, going back to my droid. I almost had the carbon scoring off the casing when I heard that sound again. It was light, soft. Almost like the gentle padding of a cat. As I listened some more, I figured it was another of Sabé's charity cases. She'd already made the senatorial palace into the biggest animal preserve on Naboo. I went back to the droid once again, soothing myself with the clink of metal against metal. It was amazing how simple life was when you were fixing things. I threw myself into tinkering whenever Padmé, the love of my miserable little life, was off on one of her senatorial jaunts. This time, she'd gone all the way to Alderaan, about 6 parsecs away, give or take a few. I thought about my Paddy, a smile creeping its way across my normally-solemn face. She was gorgeous by any standards, with long, curly chocolate-colored hair and big doelike brown eyes. She carried herself with a sense of importance that made her seem larger than life. All of a sudden, I heard the sound again... ----------------------------------------- I'd been sneaking around our bedroom like a drowned cat, waiting on Ani to notice me for about 20 minutes now. I was trying to see how long it'd take him to find me, knowing he could read my mind with the Force. Apparently, working on crusty, old droids takes more concentration than I thought. Here I was, in this little slip of Kesselian satin, waiting on my husband to seek me out with his telepathic powers. Yeah right. He was too absorbed in that damn droid. "Note to self," I whispered, "Take droids away." I snuck behind our bookcase and sent a vase flying across the room with the Force. Ani jumped up and banged his head on the low ceiling. It was all I could do to keep from laughing. "Note to self, buy Obi-Wan that silk undertunic he was looking at in Coruscant last month." I muttered, so-called reminding myself to thank him for his "instruction" in the ways of the Force. "WHAT THE HELL?!" Ani jumped up and scanned the room for what he probably assumed was a Sith lord. He came to our bookcase and turned it over, exposing one VERY entertained senator. "Paddy?" he asked in lieu of a warm welcome. "Have you been here the whole time scaring the sith out of me?" His blue eyes were cold, but he couldn't hold the look for long and they sparkled with amuzement. "Yup," I replied, grinning madly. Ani was really happy to see me, judging from the bulge in his blue sleep pants. He scooped me up into his arms and muttered something in my ear about payback. I shuddered in mock fear. "Oh my, you big, strong Jedi knight, er, Padawan." That earned me a glare. "Please, PLEASE don't ravish a poor little Nubian senator!" "You're not poor, my little Padfoot. Say, where'd you learn to sneak up on people like that?" I didn't know it at the time, but he was merely trying to distract me long enough to lock me to the bed with the Force. "Obi-Wan." I answered matter-of-factly. "Remind me to buy him a *very* nice present, okiday?" I could only shake my head in agreement, cause by this time Ani had locked me to the bed with the Force and was working his oh-so-talented mouth down my slip of a gown. "Mmmm...Kesselian satin. I like, Paddy, I like. Of course, I like this better." Ani ripped my expensive satin gown off and tossed it into a chair. He pulled one of my nipples into his soft mouth, working it with his tongue and teeth. I groaned, the wash of feelings too much for words. "You know, Paddy, the tongue is the strongest muscle in the body. Mine hasn't had much of a workout lately...mind if I do some thrusts?" Before the connotation of "thrusts" could compute in my lust-filled mind, his oh-so-wonderful tongue had worked its way into my slick folds. I jumped at the sensation, causing him to smile against my thighs. It had really been too long. --------------------------------------------- I felt Padmé jump as I worked my tongue into her sweet spot. After a few sweeps over her clit, I felt her walls begin to vibrate and I heard a few semi-coherent words come out of her oh-so-beautiful mouth. "Now...Ani...Inside...." Her words were choked and laced with desire, and I couldn't deny her. I slid up her body, forcibly kissing her plump lips while simultaneously thrusting into her. She was so hot, so tight. I couldn't think of anything to stop the tide of my orgasm, hating that I was coming so fast. "Sorry...Paddy..." I said, seeing nothing but red by this time. "Keep going...Ani...." With her graces, I came hot and wet into her core. Exhausted, I collapsed on her while she stroked my back thoughtlessly. "Love you, Padfoot." I mumbled, staring into her sleepy eyes before I rolled off of her. "Love you, Ani." was her softly-murmurred reply as she fell into a deep sleep. ----------------------- Author's Notes: Heheh...if you're a Harry Potter fan, you'll catch that "Padfoot" is the nickname of Sirius Black in "The Prisoner of Azkaban." I was reading that today and the idea struck me for a fic. Enjoy.