The Dark Side Isn’t THAT Bad (Star Wars)

Summary: Padme finds out that the dark side of the force is the reason behind her husband’s uncharacteristic behavior. She wasn’t sure why the Jedi were so scared of it. All it did was make Anakin a sex maniac.

A/N: Poll Winner. Looks like I will be able to finish all the poll winners this month.

Not for the first time, Padme wondered if she got married to Ani too quickly. She truly loved the man, but the way he was so easily led by his emotions showed how immature he was at times. Then again, the fact that Anakin was so passionate was why Padme fell so hard for him.

Recently, it was worse than usual. In the rare times they were both on Coruscant, Anakin often came to Padme complaining about how the Jedi had lost their way, saying that he was close to leaving the order.

That last one was quite shocking to Padme when Anakin first said it. The Jedi order was all he knew, and leaving would have been unthinkable a few months ago. Padme didn’t know much about the Jedi beliefs, but after hearing Anakin rail against the masters on the council frequently, there must be something the Jedi were doing wrong. She might be friends with some Jedi, but Anakin was her husband. It wasn’t even close on who Padme trusted to believe.

But that doesn’t mean Anakin could use his frustration with the Jedi as an excuse to distract her.

“Ani!” Padme shook off Anakin’s arm, “That is not going to happen here! Wait until I get home.”

Padme flinched when she felt a warm breath on the nape of her neck.

“But think of how good it’ll feel. I know you’re stressed, Padme, and as your husband, it’s my duty to help with that.”

Padme moaned a little when Anakin started to massage her shoulders and closed her eyes before leaning back into his body.

“So what if it’s in the senate building? Remember how much fun we had all over our apartment? It’ll be even better here.”

That could have been the worst thing for Anakin to say at the moment. Padme had been almost convinced to go along with her husband’s desire, but mentioning the building where Padme put so much of her life into broke the haze.

“Anakin!” Padme swiveled the chair around, “I will cut you off if you don’t stop right now!”

She looked up at the handsome visage of her husband. Padme knew it was wrong to feel so, but a small part of her felt proud that her husband was the man the republic army depended on. Considering Padme was a pacifist, she knew it was ridiculously hypocritical. However, Anakin wasn’t the same man that Padme had married. That man had been much more boyish and naive, and the current Anakin was forged in the battle against the separatists. Padme wouldn’t be a good wife if she didn’t love who her husband currently was, and right now, Anakin was a republic general.

His face was much more severe around people when Padme wasn’t there to lighten Anakin’s mood. It was like he took the role of a stern commander to heart and kept that face on permanently. There were also times that Anakin’s eyes turned a shade of burning yellow. When Padme asked him why that was happening, Anakin admitted that extreme emotions would make it turn that color, for example, lust.

Just like now.

Padme stared into Anakin’s yellow eyes as he drank in her form. From what she was told by her husband, a Jedi that saw this would immediately attack Anakin. Still, all Padme wanted to do was groan in resignation at the sight. Whenever Padme had seen these eyes recently, she found herself bent over something before getting railed mercilessly. It wasn’t anything that Padme generally objected to, but she had to draw the line at the senate building.

“Ani, those eyes won’t convince me this time. I am not going to let you defile my office!”

Anakin just smirked down at his pretty wife, knowing that she couldn’t resist him for long. While Padme liked to think of Anakin as the sex maniac in the relationship, it wasn’t like she had ever gotten tired of getting fucked on every surface of her apartment.

“Are you sure, Padme? I promise that there won't be any interruptions. I locked the door and made everyone think you’re not here.”

That had been one of Padme’s biggest reasons to decline Anakin. It wouldn’t have been a good look if someone walked in on Senator Amidala getting railed on her desk. Sometimes she forgets that Anakin was a tech whiz, and doing something like this was a cakewalk. As Padme’s objections became weaker, Anakin played the devil’s advocate.

“You know it would be good, Padme,” Anakin bent down until his face was inches from hers, “Don’t tell me you never thought about it before.”

Padme shifted in her chair and was thankful she wasn’t wearing the elaborate dress required for senators when fully gathered. She had already decided on what to do, and those robes would have been a major pain to get out of the way.

“You win, Ani.”

Before Anakin could celebrate his victory, he felt Padme’s soft lips on his own as they moaned into each other's mouths. Anakin buried one hand in Padme’s brunette tresses before using the other to effortlessly lift his petite wife out of the chair. Padme giggled into his mouth before going right back to fighting against his tongue.

As Anakin used the force to clear the desk, he could almost see one of the masters in the temple scolding him for using the force for frivolous things. A smirk grew on Anakin’s face even while he kissed Padme as he imagined that. Those old fools would probably start sputtering in shock if they saw what their precious ‘chosen one’ was doing.

Sometimes Anakin thought it would be better to reveal their relationship to the galaxy.

Anakin pulled away from Padme’s lips to see her perched on the desk with her eyes closed. It was still a dream to be married to his angel. Anakin was endlessly thankful that Padme didn’t hold the first impression he made on Tatooine against him.

Their romance was practically a holomovie. A slave that married a queen, a Jedi who fell in love, and a galactic senator with a secret husband.

“Padme…” Anakin whispered, making her open her eyes to peer up at him. He sort of wished that Padme’s hair was done in that elaborate style just so he could meet it up. Then again, Anakin knew he would probably get killed if he ever did that.

“Did you change your mind, Ani?”

Anakin looked down to Padme’s bruised lips and growled, “No.”

Padme found her lips locked in another intense battle as Anakin started to roughly pull off her clothes. It didn’t take long to take off since Anakin either took it off in one piece or ripped it off if it gave him the slightest hint of trouble.

“Mhmm,” Padme moaned into Anakin’s mouth in protest. She very much liked the clothes she had on, and preferred them to be usable. Padme found herself completely ignored as she was soon naked.

Anakin pulled away from the kiss to grin at Padme’s bare body, making his wife give a very unimpressed glare at him.

She crossed her arms over her perky tits and said, “Do you plan on just staring at me?”

Anakin didn’t look away from Padme’s brown eyes as he stripped off his clothes. “Looking at you will never get old, Padme, but that won’t satisfy me.”

Padme traced her eyes over Anakin’s muscled body before looking back into his blue eyes. “You better do what you want quickly, Ani. I have a meeting scheduled in less than an hour.”

Anakin glanced at the bit and piece of the clothes he ripped when taking them off Padme’s body. He seriously doubted that his wife would be able to get ready in time.

Padme squeaked when Anakin roughly pulled her hips to the edge of the desk before pushing her down, so she was laying flat on her back. Her legs were lifted until her feet rested on Anakin’s shoulders.

“Perfect,” Anakin muttered while looking from Padme’s long legs to her toned stomach, which led to perfect, handful tits that he loved filling his palms with.

Anakin could see Padme’s blush reach the top of her chest, and while he did love seeing how dark he could make it become, Anakin’s mood preferred fucking his angel into forgetting her duties.

He fisted his cock and swiped the head against Padme’s pussy and was pleasantly surprised to already find her wet and ready for him. While he loved going down on her and feasting on her cunt, Anakin wanted to fill Padme with his cum as many times as he could before time was up.

With a quick, rough thrust, Anakin filled Padme’s pussy with his cock until a soft clap announced that he went as deep as possible. Padme gasped softly before arching her back and letting out a strangled moan.

“Fuck, this is where I belong, Padme.”

Padme wanted to agree badly, but Anakin seemed to have no patience and moved right on to pumping into her relentlessly. His hips repeatedly smacked into her firm ass as his balls bounced off her reddening cheeks. Padme could feel his cock fill her pussy over and over until it felt like it belonged there.

Anakin grunted over her body as he slammed into her without mercy. Padme was shunted back and forth on the smooth desk as she tried to grab onto something to grab on to. That failed miserably since all it accomplished was knocking off the few things that survived Anakin’s force-powered clearing of her desk before he started to fuck her.

Padme felt drops of sweat drip onto her from Anakin’s body as he somehow started to fuck her even harder. The sounds of his hips smacking into her abused ass was almost deafening as the rhythmic sound of her pussy getting railed continuously filled the room.

“Ani!” Padme cried before she felt her pussy squeezing down on the pistoning cock. She wheezed out a wail before her whole body shuddered.

Anakin grinned proudly at his beautiful wife creaming herself on his cock. He continued fucking Padme through her orgasm as he tried to reach his own. Anakin grunted with every thrust, his balls smaller down on Padme’s ass imperiously as he powered through her tight pussy.

“Almost there, Padme.”

Anakin fucked into the delirious Padme.

“Just.”

The wet smack of his hips smacking into Padme’s flesh got louder.

“A.”

Padme started to shake again while her moans got louder.

“Little.”

Anakin could swear that the desk was breaking under the weight of their fucking.

“MORE!”

Padme screeched as Anakin’s blonde pubes were drenched in fluids as her cunt gushed out the final orgasm. Her world went white as Anakin slammed into her with shorter and shorter thrusts to dump the cum that was built up in his balls.

“Yessss,” Anakin hissed out as he held himself balls-deep as he unloaded everything he had into Padme. He had every intention of making sure his beautiful wife carried the next generation of Skywalkers. It was like the force was screaming at him to make sure that Anakin left everything he had inside Padme, and he wasn’t going to fight against that feeling.

When it felt like minutes had passed, Anakin finally pulled out of Padme’s filled pussy and smiled at the sight. His angel looked perfect right after she had been fucked out of her mind. He gently lifted the limp Padme off the desk and lowered her onto the chair. Anakin had a feeling that she would yell at him for dirtying the chair with the cum leaking out of her pussy. Still, he would rather not leave her in such an uncomfortable position.

[Break]

Bail Organa walked into Padme Amidala’s office and stopped at seeing an odd site. He was used to seeing his esteemed colleague in an immaculate condition, so when Bail saw a few hairs out of place and her clothes looking a little disheveled, it was a surprise.

“Padme,” Bail greeted with a smile, “It looks like you had a rough day."

Padme shifted in her seat and murmured, “That’s one way of saying it.”

“What was that?”

“Nothing, Bail,” Padme shook her head and tried not to think of how her husband had pounded into her on the desk between them, “You’re right. Just some issues with my sister. She held me on holocall far too long and barely gave me enough time to get ready.”

Padme mentally apologized to her sister as Bail nodded with understanding. They immediately dived right into work as soon as the pleasantries ended.