A Tight Fit

“So your friend was travelling through here when she disappeared?” The captain asked.

“Yes. There have been reports of ships malfunctioning in this sector, an anomaly of sorts. When we lost contact with my friend we were naturally concerned.” Padmé lied.

Dormé had been travelling this way but they had lost contact with her. This stray, broken down vessel was their only lead. Padmé suspected she had been attacked by pirates, so travelled incognito as a handmaiden, clad in orange, red and yellow velvet.

The captain shifted his weight from one foot to the other a few times.

“Yeah, tell me about it. Can’t get this hunk of junk to move. But as for your friend, we haven’t seen another soul come this way.” He shrugged.

A comm link beeped behind her. After a brief muffled conversation one of the ship’s crew approached them. “Ma'am, I just received word from your pilot, there’s a problem with your ship. It’s going to take him a while to fix it.”

The captain grimaced but quickly plastered a smile across his face. “Send someone to help him. In the meantime, I guess you’ll have to stay here.”

Anakin’s falsified mechanical issues gave her an opportunity to investigate the ship, she just needed the crew to leave her alone. She met up with him in the quarters she’d been lent.

“Apparently, the ship’s had some technical difficulties. They got pretty defensive when I offered to help them fix it.” Anakin filled her in.

“This whole thing seems rather odd.” “

It sure is... but I did manage to swipe a copy of the ship’s manifest, if that’s any help.”

Said manifest had nothing of interest.

“We she should check the cargo hold.” Padmé suggested.

Anakin agreed.

“If they are up to something, what are the odds they’ll let us sniff around?”

Peeking through the doorway, revealed two guards flanking the door. Anakin quirked an eyebrow at Padmé.

“What on the manifest would warrant armed guards?” Padmé whispered.

He shook his head in response. “Nothing I can think of.” He smirked at her. “Think it’s suspicious?”

“Definitely.”

“Want to stick our noses where they’re not welcome?”

“Of course.”

A quick mind-trick was all they needed to get past. Peeking through the window on a door revealed the cargo hold which was stacked high with crates around a small cluster of the crew. Using the force to nudge a crate behind the group distracted them enough for Anakin and Padmé to open the door and slip in undetected. The first few crates held nothing of interest, but then-

“Anakin!” Padmé whisper-shouted to him.

He stalked over to her as she lifted a crate's lid to show him the contents. It was filled with what appeared to be different kinds of jewellery, all haphazardly packed in together. Another crate was the same. Lifting the lid of another box, they were met with rows of small packages wrapped in white with a distinctive smell. Spice. And a lot of it.

“Looks like our guess about pirates was right after all.” Padmé said.

“It definitely looks that way.” Anakin whispered back.

“What are the odds your friend found out the hard way?”

“Let’s check the brig. Dormé might be there.” She suggested. Anakin nodded.

They snuck out the way they came in and made their way to the brig. There were no guards around.

“Dormé?” Padmé called out.

“Over here!” Came a whispered reply. “Thank you for coming for me senator,” Dormé said as they unlocked the cell door. “Master jedi,” she nodded to Anakin.

She filled them in on the situation. She had responded to a distress signal from the ship only to be attacked by them.

“My ship crashed on the nearby moon and the pirates followed me.” Dormé said.

“But if these people are pirates, why didn’t they attack us? Only Dormé?” Padmé pointed out.

“Because it'd be too obvious.” A gruff voice piped up behind them.

They turned. The captain and a handful of crew members pointed blasters at them. Anakin glanced at Padmé who raised her hands slowly, he did the same.

“If someone came looking for her, taking you too would draw too much attention. But you just had to go snooping where you weren’t supposed to.” The captain drawled.

He gestured to the open cell. Anakin threw both hands forwards, knocking the pirates back with the force. Padmé pulled out her concealed blaster from her skirts, stunning a few of the crew.

“Let’s go!” Anakin shouted, taking advantage of the opening.

As they reached the hangar, more pirates were waiting for them. They ducked either side of the door as they open fired. Anakin ignited his lightsaber, deflecting the bolts long enough for them all to get inside the bay. Taking cover again behind a stack of boxes, they were separated from Dormé who was on the opposite side of the hangar.

Peeking out, Anakin grabbed some crates with the force, knocking over a few pirates and giving Dormé enough cover to get to their ship.

“We can’t make it across!” Padmé shouted over the blaster fire.

Dormé ducked in the doorway of the ship, shooting the pirates that chased after her. The captain and his group appeared in the hangar entrance, flanking Anakin and Padmé.

“Get out of here! We have another way out!” Anakin shouted to Dormé over his wrist comm.

Reaching out, he force grabbed a man in the doorway, throwing him at the other group and knocking a few of them over. Taking advantage of the distraction, he took Padmé by the hand and ran for the door. With less blaster fire to contend with, he easily deflected the bolts and shoved the pirates over with the force again. Deftly leaping over them, they ran back down the ship’s hallways, shouts and blaster fire following closely.

“Artoo! Get ready for a quick exit!” Anakin barked into his comm.

Sprinting at breakneck speed, round corners barely keeping ahead of their pursuers, they finally reached the airlock where Artoo had docked. After shutting the door behind them, Padmé stopped short staring into the cockpit of his starfighter.

“Anakin, we’re not both going to fit in there!” She exclaimed.

“Yeah we will!” He replied, forcing optimism and jumping into the seat.

“There’s no space!”

The pirates were banging on the door. They’ll be through soon.

“We’ll make space!” He yelled, pulling her to him by the wrist.

He grabbed her hips, lifting and roughly manhandling her so she straddled his lap. His hands smoothed over the backs of Padme’s thighs, pushing her knees either side of his body. A firm hand on her back pushed her flush against his chest and his arms wrapped around her, grasping the control stick as they undocked.

“Dormé did you make it out?” Padmé asked.

Dormé’s voice crackled over the comm. “Senator! Are you and the jedi safe?”

“We are.” Padmé replied.

“I have a visual on you,” Anakin interjected.

“Yes, I see you too... wait, don’t jedi starfighters only have one seat? How did you both fit in there?” She asked, confused.

“Ehhh. Let’s just say it’s a bit of a tight fit.” Anakin responded.

“We can’t dock with you so we’ll have to make do.” Padmé said.

A red blast whipped past them as a barrage of inaccurate laser fire chased them. They quickly agreed to meet up on Coruscant and made a quick get-away into hyper-space.

Anakin and Padmé sat in silence for a few moments.

“Thanks for coming to help Anakin.” Padmé said, lowering her hood.

“I’d do anything if it meant being able to see you.” He whispered huskily.

Padmé giggled and leant back so they could gaze at each other. He cupped her cheek, stroking it with his thumb. She rested her hands on his shoulders. They smiled softly at each other before leaning in for a kiss. Artoo chirped at them he had taken over control of the starfighter. Anakin smirked against Padmé’s lips.

“So I guess it doesn’t matter if we knock the controls.” Anakin whispered lowly.

Padmé giggled and kissed him again. She ran her fingers through his hair, shifting in his lap slightly. Anakin grasped the back of her head and her lower back, pulling her close. Their lips moved against each other slowly. Anakin broke the kiss and nuzzled the side of her neck. He breathed in deeply, savouring the scent of her skin under her light, floral perfume. She hummed softly and snuggled into him.

He tried his best to ignore it, but between her body pressed against his and her shifting in his lap, his pants were starting to get a little bit... tight. Padmé rocked her hips, letting out a soft giggle.

“Sorry.” Anakin said, feeling guilty.

“It’s alright.” Padmé rutted against him, feeling as he grew hard under her crotch. “It’s been a while since we last saw each other.”

She pressed her lips against his, moaning softly and running her hand over his jaw. He let out a breath and slipped his hands under her skirt, running his palms over her bare legs. Bunching the fabric at her hips, he caressed her buttocks, kneading the plump flesh. Hooking his fingers under the silken fabric, he pulled her panties down over her ass. She stood, straightening her legs and pressing her back against the glass canopy. Slowly and very awkwardly, she stepped out of her underwear. They were discarded somewhere between their legs and the wall.

Lifting his hand, Anakin gripped the tip of his gloved fingertip in his teeth and pulled off his left glove. Slipping his fingers between her legs, he pressed his middle finger into her folds, dragging it over her wet entrance.

“You’re already so wet for me baby.” He groaned into her ear.

“I’ve missed you,” She sighed.

Parting her lips, he found her clit, rubbing the sensitive nub and savouring the soft keens that fell from her mouth. The time they had spent apart made her even more receptive to his touch and after just a few minutes she was already panting into his chest. Anakin grabbed her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes. She was flushed, mouth parted, her eyes full of want.

“You look so beautiful. I love the way you look when you cum. Can you cum for me?” Anakin’s voice was low as he spoke.

Padmé nodded. She closed her eyes and bit her lip.

“Look at me.” Anakin commanded.

She looked up at him as her moans rose in pitch. Soon her breath caught and she climaxed, twitching in his lap. She slumped against him.

“Good girl.” He purred.

He pushed her shoulder gently. She leant back, slightly confused until she felt his fingers probe her dripping entrance before gently pushing inside. She let out a cry at the over-stimulation. Anakin grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her close.

“You’re mine.” He growled into her ear.

Turning her head to the side, he licked a stripe up her neck, savouring the taste of her skin. His two middle fingers massaged her walls and her pussy squelched lewdly in gratitude. She whined loudly. It felt so good, but things weren’t going quite the way she hoped. She pinned Anakin to the back of the seat by his shoulders. Leaning back, she looked at him firmly.

“Make me cum.” She ordered.

Anakin chuckled. “Oh? And what makes you think you’re in charge?” He asked cheekily, reaching up to grab her jaw, firmly holding her in place.

“Oh I’m sorry. I just remembered how good you look submitting to me.” She retorted cheekily.

His eyes darkened at her audacity. His hand moved to Padme’s throat, pulling her in close and growling in her ear.

“Speak up. I didn’t hear you.”

Padmé let out a snicker then a keen of pleasure as Anakin’s fingers stimulated her, dripping in his wife’s nectar.

“You heard me.” She whispered lowly, testing his patience.

He growled. She moaned again, every nerve singing in sweet pleasure, his anger making her dripping entrance ache with need. Every flex and rub of his digits sent her closer and closer to the edge. Soon she tumbled over it, moaning uncontrollably, breathing Anakin’s name as she climaxed hard.

“There’s my good girl.” He purred, stroking her hair gently as she slumped against him, panting.

After a few minutes she sat up. Anakin cupped her cheek, stroking it tenderly with his thumb.

“Are you alright my lady?” He asked.

“Yes my love.” And after a few breaths, “thank you.” Anakin chuckled.

“Good girl.”

The glow of her orgasm faded and Padmé became aware of the hardness trapped between them. She rubbed her hand over the bulge, squeezing it lightly through the fabric of his trousers. Anakin groaned.

“Why don’t you show me what a good girl you are?” He said, voice low and husky.

Padmé pushed her hands under his tunic and under shirt feeling his hot, smooth skin over hard muscle underneath. Slipping her hands below the waistband of his trousers, she savoured all the skin she could reach before finally reaching to the fastenings at the front, tugging fabric aside until his hard member sprung free. He groaned as she rubbed his length. She dragged her thumb over the slit at the top, smearing the drop of precum beading at the tip.

Padmé planted kisses along Anakin’s jaw then a trail slowly and sensually down his neck as she stroked his shaft. Anakin hummed at her rhythmic strokes. She shifted her hips backwards, bumping into the central control stick and jolting forward in surprise. They both stiffened. Nothing happened. Artoo had the controls. Padmé carried on rubbing his shaft.

“I wish I could taste you.” She whined.

He kissed her hard, holding the back of her head as their tongues mingled. He grabbed Padme’s jaw again, smiling at the way his fingers squished her cheeks. He ran a thumb over her lips.

“I need to feel you inside me.” Padmé begged.

“Do you now?” He teased. “Then beg.”

“Please, I need you so badly my love. Please. I need to feel you deep inside me. I’ve missed you so much. I’ll do anything! I need you so badly! I need you to fuck me my love!”

Anakin groaned at her words. Then he chuckled as an idea struck him.

“Well wishing won’t help you. If you really want it... take it.”

He grabbed her hips as she lifted them. She held his shaft, lining up the throbbing head of his cock with her dripping entrance. She sighed as his bulbous head slid past her folds into her hot, slick centre. Firm hands under her legs held her in place, suspended inches away from taking him entirely. Padmé keened in frustration, rutting against his iron grip. He laughed darkly.

“What’s the matter baby? Did you want more?”

She looked up at him coyly through her eyelashes. “I want all of you. But not just for me. You know how much I love making you feel good. Please use my body as you need. Make me your whore, your cum slut. I don’t care. Just please. I need you so badly.”

“Aww. I love it when you beg. But I want to enjoy teasing you a little longer.”

She let out an indignant growl, bouncing against his hands.

“Come on!” She cried out angrily.

Closing her eyes and tilting her head back she focused on squeezing every drop of pleasure she could get from the tip. Anakin smirked watching her grind desperately against his grip. Abruptly, he removed his hands, letting her slide down his cock, her pussy taking him all the way. She squealed at the sudden fullness then sighed in pleasure. Her excitement was cut short as Anakin wrapped one arm around the small of Padme’s back and the other around her shoulders, pinning her against his body. Squeezed so tight, Padmé was unable to move, denied the pleasure she craved. She squirmed against him, milking his cock for every ounce of bliss she could take.

“Look at you. Full to the brim with my cock, yet still so desperate for more.”

He let go, grinning as she immediately started bouncing, almost mindlessly desperate for her release. Anakin leant back nonchalantly.

“Have I turned you into my mindless cum slut already?” He proudly teased.

Padmé was too lost in bliss to care. He rocked his hips to meet his wife’s thrusts as they both inched closer to their climaxes. Padmé moaned loudly and unashamedly. Anakin let his groans tumble from his lips. He knew she loved to hear him.

“Good girl. You’re such a good girl for me.”

Her breathy moans told him she neared her peak and he watched as the waves of her orgasm rolled over her. He grabbed her hips, lifting her up again and thrusting up into her pussy, feeling her walls twitch. She cried out at being overstimulated, grabbing Anakin’s shoulders to avoid toppling off. He was grunting more and more, until finally, his breath caught in his throat and he spilled his seed inside her waiting pussy, letting out a final groan.

Padmé collapsed boneless against him as they panted hard. They spent a few long minutes like that, catching their breaths.

Something on the HUD chirped. Padmé sat up as they both stared at the communicator in shared horror.

“Blast it. It’s Obi-Wan.” Anakin grumbled.

“What do we do?”

“Stay quiet. I’ll turn visuals off on our end.”

The hologram buzzed to life. Obi-Wan looked confused.

“Ah Anakin- wait, I can’t see you.”

“Oh really? That’s weird. My comm must be broken.” Anakin feigned ignorance.

“Hmm. Yes well, I need to speak to you. The council has a mission for us and... where are you exactly?” Obi-Wan asked. “Um.” Anakin floundered briefly, “I’m doing repairs on my fighter... just taking it for a test drive.” “Yes. Well, you had better get back. I’ll brief you when you get here.”

Blast it, they were too far away for his lie to cover them.

“... of course.” Artoo chirped. “What’s that buddy?” Anakin asked.

An alarm started screeching and red lights flashed in the cockpit.

“Blast it! Artoo run diagnostics! I need to fix this blasted thing.”

“Oh dear. Looks like you might be a while yet then. Well... get back to the temple when you can, I’ll be waiting for you.” Obi-Wan said drolly and the communicator cut off.

As soon as he was gone the alarms stopped. Artoo chirped again.

“Good thinking buddy. Bought us the time we needed.” Anakin said.

“Phew, that was a close one.” Padmé muttered.

“At least we threw him off our scent.”

Padmé mulled over the conversation with Obi-Wan.

“He doesn’t know you’re here does he?”

Anakin sighed. “No... but if he knew you had called for me specifically, he might accuse me of ‘having attachments' to you... you know... again.”

“I’m sorry. I just-" she reached up to cup his cheek- “I wanted to spend some time with you.”

He held the back of her hand.

“I know. And I’m glad I’m here... with you.”

The rest of the journey felt both too long and not long enough. Their marriage was built on precious stolen moments like these. The thoughts of being separated as Anakin was sent off to the frontlines ever lurking in the backs of their minds. Anakin felt something wet against his leg. His seed was dripping back out of Padme’s entrance onto his trousers. Padmé noticed too.

“Oh! Um. Do you have anything?” She trailed off.

He opened a small compartment and took out some tissues. She looked at him quizzically.

“Did you plan this?”

He gave a short chuckle. “No I didn’t. They’re just useful to have.”

“For what?” She teased him as she cleaned herself up.

He mocked offense at her implication.

“For blowing my nose!”

After they had a good laugh, Padmé fixed her hair and Anakin cleaned up his trousers as best he could. Luckily his tunic would cover it. (

) *** (

) *9 months later* “Ani, I’m pregnant.”