Title: "Hate That I Want You"
(3/4)
Written by: Shawn
Summary: The will to survive!
Rating: Gloriously, Unapologetically NC-17
Category: Angsty Smut Romance
Ship: Anakin Skywalker and Padme Amidala
Timeline/Spoilers: In this universe the Clone Wars lasted four full
years. This story takes place during a AU
"Revenge of the Sith" time-frame. Palpatine died aboard General Grievious's
ship, and Count Dooku
survived, thus becoming the new Sith Lord. No one
ever found out who Palpatine truly was. Anakin never
turned to the Dark Side. The new Supreme Chancellor has ended the war, but the
shroud of the Dark Side still clouds everything...
Disclaimer: George Lucas owns it all. I'm just playing in his backyard.
Authors Notes 1: Passion, love, jealousy, pain, stubbornness, and regret
are all parts of life.
Authors Notes 2: This takes place five months after Chapter 3
Authors Notes 3: WARNING! Dark, Disturbing territory ahead! WARNING!
"You can survive anything"
~ Unknown
Senate Apartment Complex
Located at 500 Republica
Senator Padme Amidala's
private transparisteel glass elevator
Senate District
Late Night
Galactic City, Coruscant
"I... ahhh, I can't live without you,
Angel," Anakin's ragged groan strained as he sank her down onto his hard
cock, her back braced to the curved transparisteel
clear-shell of her private elevator. His hunger for her seemed endless, craving
her to the point of obsession as he swore his love to her as their bodies
collided. The ecstasy of filling her so deeply was etched on her beautiful
face, the way it contorted passionately... the way her mahogany eyes shut
tightly as the air rushed from her lungs. Her smooth legs wrapped themselves
around his back as he anchored her high on his hips, slowly withdrawing before
surging back inside her tight warmth. Faint traces of mist shaded the glass
before evaporating as they made love after having been part five whole months.
"... my love... need you... want you always..."
"Ani!" Padme cried out as he made love to her, lifting her in his
arms, and then drawing her down until she was so full of him her toes curled.
Her heels snapped clicked over his backside as he took her to such pleasure.
She felt a hot flush rise in her cheeks as a surge of wetness slicked his rigid
shaft as it spread into her. Gods, how she missed him.
Having reunited only moments ago, Padme
pre-programmed her private elevator's ascent to her 186th floor apartment at
the slowest pace possible, while adding the outside shade similar to the glass
wall in her office. The security cameras were off, as they just couldn't wait
until they got to her apartment. Not after five long, lonely months apart.
Slowly, deeply, thrusting into her up against the glass shell of the
elevator with all of
"Uhhnnn... uhh... uhh... dontstopever..." her
voice sank to a low moan, her body drowning in pleasure as her breasts strained
against his hard chest. They were still clothed, having shoved aside only what
was necessary. The erotic sound of his cock entering her made her blush
fiercely as she held onto him. Rising and falling at such a lazy pace, feeling
every inch of him spread her flesh. Her clit throbbed against every grinding
thrust of his strong hips, shooting shivers of pleasure throughout her body. By
the Force, he knew just how she liked it, somehow hitting that sweet spot over
and over and over again inside her that left her crying out his name,
"Anakin, yes!"
"My Angel... can't ever get enough of you... missed you every
day..." Still fully clothed, he recalled them entering the elevator,
kissing wildly, and then then both shoving and
pushing whatever was between them aside. And now he had her! She was squeezing
hot around him as he fucked her high against the glass shell. He marked her
neck, darkening the skin, gently biting before she grabbed a handful of his
hair and wrenched him back to her soft mouth.
They shared deep tongue caressing kisses as he drove into her with a slow,
measured pace. Up... down... up... down... up... down...
"Harder," she begged, her body quivering in his arms, the glide of
her back against the glass wall coming faster now as he pounded into her,
fulfilling her lustful request. Her breath came in wild gasps now, thrashing in
his arms, bucking and writhing as he fucked her harder. "Don'teverstop... Uhhnnn... ahh... ahhh... please Ani!"
Feeling dizzy with lust as he fucked her, Anakin met her every descent with
soaring lunges as the transparisteel glass shell
shook from the ferocity of how vigorously he fucked her. Lifting
her high before crashing her back down onto his hips. While bracing her
hard to the wall with one arm, he reached with his free left hand and tore the
front of her sky-blue dress open. Jeweled buttons cascaded to the floor as he
feasted on her bare breasts, sucking hard on her nipples until her panting
whimpers turned into full shuddering moans. "Take it!"
"Yesss!" she moaned under the onslaught
of him fucking her so deeply. Her eyes burned with rapture, her nipples brushed
with sensation each time he thrusted her entire body
up and down the glass wall. Her climax threatened so suddenly, so wildly, as
pleasure swelled, and then exploded. Gloriously pleasurable spams
overcame her through a blinding rush of cumming so
hard all around him. She vaguely heard her name in husky fragments roar from
his lips as he fucked her faster, and then his cock jerked wildly inside her.
Contracting around his ejaculating cock, she felt every wet burst fill her to
overflowing, his warm seed drawing out her orgasm until she slumped in his
arms.
Boneless and sated, her back still braced to the wall, she began peppering
his face with soft little kisses, smiling brightly. He was here and he was
alive and he belonged to her. She was so happy her heart could barely contain
it. Alas, as her mind returned to her, sadness tinged her voice. "You
cannot stay tonight, but tomorrow night..."
He nodded, pressing his mouth hard to hers so that me
might never forget the taste of her. Holding her was all that he needed in this
world or any other. "I just had to see you, Padme."
He shook his head in utter frustration. "Five months is just to long to be
without you. I am lost if I am not by your side. The hunt for Dooku seems endless as his cowardice."
"Seven more months, my love," she promised him with all her heart.
Holding his handsome face in her hands. "Seven
more months and then we will be together. We have given nearly five years of
our lives to the war effort. We've lost so much... survived so much... but from
that day on we live for ourselves."
90 minutes later
Yawning happily as she emerged from the warm steam of her private bedroom
refresher, Padme padded over to her bed and sat down
on the end. Snuggled inside a thick Anial-cotton
white robe, she felt so refreshed and hopeful. She sighed happily, her eyes
slipping shut as she recalled her joy at seeing Anakin... and then the
relentless passion they shared not so long ago.
In seven short months her marriage to Malacore
would finally end by her own hand. She would leave him to his ambition and
pursuit of power. Let him have it all. His fill to overflowing if he so wanted.
He coveted nothing that mattered to her at all.
But being a romantic with clear intentions on getting her happy ending, Padme Amidala was not a naive,
foolish woman. It was her cunning, will, intellect, and sharp instincts that
allowed her to navigate the treacherous waters of galactic politics at such a
young age. And if things were tricky before, in less than a
year they were about to become insane. "C-3PO, you can bring my Norsa tea now."
"Coming Ms. Padme," the protocol droid
called out from the kitchen area.
Sitting barefoot, Padme playfully dug her damp
bare feet into the soft rug at the foot of her king-sized bed. The end of her
terrible nightmare was within reach, and now was the time to begin preparing
for it. Later on tonight after a meeting she was holding here, Anakin would
return to her. With Malacore off-world for the next
eight standard days she intended to enjoy her future husband to her hearts
desire. They had a future to plan, and the time was now.
C-3PO knocked at the parted bedroom door before entering. "Are you
decent, milady?"
Padme wasn't earlier, she smiled wickedly. "Yes, 3PO. You may enter." The golden droid
approached her with a cup of her favorite tea. The scent of which soothed her
before she drew lightly from the top. There was a mild hint of... something
new... or maybe she was imagining things. "3PO, please give me a status
update on my personal banking accounts. A total will suffice."
"Ms. Padme, your personal wealth totals seventeen
million pure credits, and another two and a half million credits in assets and
investments. The combined wealth with your husband exceeds..."
"Irrelevant," Padme concluded, cutting
off the droid. Although she at times felt embarrassed and even a bit guilty
about her great wealth, she knew there was so much more she could do with it to
help people that truly needed it. And with a life minus politics on the
horizon, creating and overseeing that galactic relief organization she's
thought of for years was now about to become a reality. A
force for good without the bureaucracy and fighting over where the help needed
to go first. She had a clear vision for the type of organization she
wanted to create. But there were personal plans to be made as well. "Have
those emails been sent?"
Yes, Milady. As you instructed to the letter," he proudly proclaimed.
"Several computer systems with time-release encrypted hard-drives have
been set up in the Lower Levels. They will periodically send the emails."
"Very good." Those emails would be sent
to various gossip news agencies, all detailing the beginnings of a strained
marriage with Malacore, all the way to reports of a amicable split. She had no interest in branding him the
villain or herself the victim. She simply intended for it to appear that they
grew apart and went their separate ways.
When she started to rise from the bed, Padme
swayed a bit, feeling light-headed all of a sudden. Her cup was half-empty when
she sat it down on the night-stand. And then she noticed her hand trembled as
she stared at it. Noted how warm she felt all over. "3PO, has the
apartment's heat system been altered? It feels so hot in here."
"No, milady. The entire apartment's
temperature is exactly as you instructed me to set it. In fact it..."
A chaotic burst of metal and debris splintered from C-3PO's chest as the
sound of a blaster unloading crumbled the destroyed droid to the floor.
Padme could not react fast enough, stumbling to
her feet amidst a terrible headache that left her with double vision. Her mind
was foggy... her ability to concentrate, fading fast. But she was able to make
out, "Malacore... what... what are you...
what..."
Prince Malacore watched Padme
fall back upon the bed, her bathrobe slightly open at the neck. He couldn't
help gazing at her soft skin, or the way her hair fanned the pristine white
sheets. She was remarkably gorgeous as she was treacherous. But today... now...
she would know her place! "Its a shame it has
come to this, my dear wife."
He lorded over her, a fire flashing in his eyes, fanning flames into a inferno. Rage and hate and revenge dominated his thoughts
as he slowly began unbuttoning his shirt. He spoke so softly to her,
"Before I kill you, I will have you. And then you and that bastard of a
Jedi will finally be together forever... in death!"
Two Hours Later
The cold water splashed against Padme's face drew
her to a dull wakefulness, her head tilting sideways as she came around.
Droplets trickled down her cheeks as she couldn't gauge her surroundings just
yet. Her mind slowly realized she was seated upright in a chair, her arms bound
behind her back, while more rope looped across her waist. Every muscle in her
body felt limp, numb even as it began to feel again. She could barely open her
eyes a slit, but instantly recognized the cruel timbre of Malacore's
voice.
"You were barely worth the effort," he considered dryly from a
chair directly in front of his wife. Malacore
straddled it backward, watching her struggle to regain her bearings. Oh how he
had waited for this moment. For the power to show her true worth, and by his
hand alone. "The drug I injected you with works as quickly as its cure
fades away, which I gave you moments ago. You'll be able to see and hear and
feel soon enough. And when you do," he smiled coldly. "You might feel
a bit... sensitive. I was rather rough with you, milady."
Even though she realized she was still in her bedroom, Padme
knew she was in deep trouble. Life-threatening trouble,
without a shadow of a doubt. She struggled to focus, mostly on her
surroundings and how tightly her wrists were bound. Malacore's
taunt didn't begin to truly resonate until her pain throttled her lower body.
Her heartbeat pounded in her ears as her vision finally cleared. Malacore met her with a frigid expression, devoid of any
warmth at all. His belt rested over his shoulder, his expensive dress shirt
unbuttoned completely. A hard knot of dread grew in her throat.
"My dear Padme... my faithful wife," he
called her with a mock loving tone, though his eyes betrayed his utter
contempt. His complete lack of caring. "You're a whore, Padme Amidala. And I treated you
like one tonight. Like just another one of my possessions. And rest assured
that after your death I will make sure the galaxy knows you were a lying, cheating
whore."
Between her thighs felt raw and swollen. Uncomfortable.
Irritated. Her heart clenched like a vise inside her
chest. She noticed she was dressed rather recklessly in a basic green gown. Her
bathrobe, the last thing she recalled wearing, laid on
the floor. The sheets were tossed about on the bed. Acid bit at the back of her
throat when realized sex scented the air... Her expression paled in mute horror
as she came to one vile, inescapable conclusion. Her voice trembled mightily.
"You... you raped me?"
"Yes, and thoroughly I might add," Malacore
answered darkly, his gaze narrowed. The sheer revulsion in Padme's
glare pleased him to no end. Her helpless state gave him strength. His power
over her was simply delicious. "I took your cunt and your ass until I was
sated," he declared as her scowl burned through him. "And then once
more simply because. And I must admit, I never thought I would enjoy sodomizing
you as much as I did."
Shaking powerfully now, Padme's eyes widened in
absolute horror. The pain... the raw, swollen pain ached between her thighs. Ached now as she sat on the chair. There was no doubt he was
telling her the truth. She was beyond herself. Frozen in rage and hatred and...
raped! She'd been raped and she couldn't remember
anything! He violated her! And now he planned to kill her!
Stilling herself in the moment, Padme battled
shock and rage with her razor sharp mind, forcing all emotion aside. Trying to
calm her breathing, she gave all her thoughts over to a single purpose. Survive
this. Find a way to survive this. Again, she tested the tight binds on her
wrists. Not as tight as they should be, and with her slender hands she felt
just enough give... and then stopped moving when her stare found the suit-case
sized gray cylinder in the corner room.
Malacore followed her gaze, glancing over his
shoulder. "That, my dear wife, is a Omni bomb. One that will decimate this entire apartment and you as well."
Suddenly he appeared somber as he explained, "It was planted by
anti-Republic terrorists. And in the wake of your death, I will uphold your
moral values and your inspiring goals by assuming your Senatorial seat... and
adding every single credit of your wealth to my own."
"Don't do this, Malacore," Padme pleaded with him, her face wincing painfully in a
show as her hands twisted and turned behind her back... another inch... and
then another, as she felt she could free her hands. Survive this... find
Anakin... bury Malacore!
Malacore's voice rose emphatically. "If you
would have just listened to me that day months ago and taken the position
Supreme Chancellor Mothma offered you, I would have
never sought this dark course of action!" He stood to his full feet,
stretching as he walked over to the bomb. "But I've learned all about of
your countless lies and your betrayal. I know everything about your Jedi lover.
I am no fool!" he spat out venomously.
She didn't have time to turn away before he quickly stalked across the room
and violently struck her face with the back of his hand! Her fair skin bruised
easily, the top of her lip split as she lifted her head to face him.
"And you're just another hole I fucked until I was done." Making his way back to the bomb, Malacore
set about calibrating it. Pleased at whatever he just did, he addressed
her again. "Do apologize in the afterlife to all those unfortunate
neighbors of ours on the three floors below us. They will join you in death.
And so will your precious Anakin. His death is at hand as well." He
offered her a gentlemanly bow, loving the absolute fury in her eyes. "I'm
off to the moon of Farloir where I will sate my
appetites with wanton women far more attractive than you. And I will be
horrified when news arrives of your assassination. Truly horrified,
indeed," he laughed as he approached the bedroom's entrance. "One more thing, Padme."
One hand was free of her binds, but she felt so weak and had no weapon
nearby. She wouldn't win a fight with him now. She needed him gone to make her
move. "Out with it, you bastard!"
Smiling evilly, he shook his head, and then laughed. "My scientists
found a cure to Naboo's plague two standard years
ago." Her hatred of him was as clear as day, written all over her bruised
face. "You were a means to an end. Your influence, your wealth, and now
today... your tenderness were all that I ever cared about. Your people... let
them all die for all that I care!" He had the nerve to lean down and kiss
her cheek. "Now I take my leave of you. And soon, life will take leave of
your body. Goodbye, dear wife."
"STOP! DON'T DO THIS! PLEASE!" she
screamed, fanning his mistaken victory over her. He was easily manipulated.
Made to feel he had won. Her hearing followed him to her secure emergency exit.
He must have rigged it, she surmised. No matter, he was soon gone.
She had no time to waste.
Padme quickly tore her hands from behind her, and
then the ropes around her waist. She shot to her feet, only to crumble to her
knees as searing pain burned her center... blood dried on her inner thighs...
her legs trembled weakly, but somehow carried her to the bomb.
The countdown was set for two minutes. She had seconds left. She had neither
the time nor technical knowledge to deactivate it. Without 3PO or R2, she
needed to flee. Now!
Pushing past the pulsating pain, she ran as fast as her legs would carry her
from the bedroom, through the living quarters, and past the water fountain
towards her balcony. All power was shut off in the apartment. She had no way to
communicate. No way to save herself or anyone else.
Inner strength meant pushing past your limits and fear to overcome any
obstacle. Wincing painfully, Padme climbed onto her
balcony railing as the winds gusted over her face, and then without a second
thought leapt from the edge.
Free-falling past waves of multi-directional repulser
traffic lanes, Padme saw a gigantic wall of fire
burst out as a deafening explosion roared from above her. What could she do?
She had nothing. No plan. No idea of what to do or the Force to call upon.
Jumping was her only, best option. Perhaps this was her death.
Hopelessness took over as she began losing consciousness, her body
nose-diving through the air. Chaos erupted as gigantic slabs of fiery debris,
glass, and even bodies smashed into starships, shuttles, and sky-cabs all
around her. Somehow all of it missed her. Somehow she felt her body shifting as
if fell out of the way of the riotous explosions around her until at last she
hit something hard. Something that now carried her full weight.
Her eyes blinked opened even as her body screamed at her in agony. She'd
fallen through a advertising sale-barge, the
brightly-colored roof made of some form of cushion. Her nails dug in into the
fabric with the last of her strength as the ship maneuvered towards a broad
veranda and landed.
Ani... The last thing Padme
recalled before passing out was a colossal explosion that seemed to come from
the direction of the
The End of Chapter 3
The Finale: Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned!