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The corner of the door frame was digging into Padmé’s arm, but she barely registered the feeling. She figured that if she let herself register it, it was likely that it would become uncomfortable enough that she would have to move, and she didn’t want to yet.
When Padmé had come home, the Coruscant apartment that she shared with her little family had been suspiciously quiet. It was just past dinner time, which meant that the twins should have settled into watching a holofilm or been playing in the living room. It had taken her a long moment to remember that Leia and Luke were spending the weekend in the Temple creche, likely being doted on by Obi-Wan and Mace, who had taken a particular shine to Luke.
That had just left the question of Cody. Usually at this time of day she could find him puttering around, tidying up the apartment. She’d found him in the last place she expected him to be - in bed, asleep, before the sun had gone down. Their bed, which they’d shared for the last two years.
For four months after the twins had been born, Padmé had taken them with her and gone into hiding as the Jedi and clones hunted down Palpatine and Anakin. Padmé had known that she and the twins would be assigned a guard, but she had still been surprised when Sabe had brought Commander Cody to her door. There had been others - Rex, Aayla Secura, Ahsoka, and a sniper called Crosshair - had come and gone. Cody had stuck to her through each of them. It had been nothing short of uncomfortable at first. Cody was never anything but courteous to her, but it wasn’t a secret that he hadn’t liked Anakin during the war, let alone in its aftermath when his feelings towards Padmé’s ex-husband had tilted more towards outright loathing. Padmé hadn’t begrudged Cody these feelings, but she had been lost in the mingling exhaustion, deep sadness and great joy that the state of the Galaxy combined with the birth of her children had tossed her into.
When the dust had settled, Padmé had come back to Coruscant to re-take her place in the Senate and try to rebuild the Republic. Obi-Wan had returned to Coruscant as well and settled back into life at the Temple, helping rebuild both the planet and the Order. Rex and Ahsoka had started helping the millions of surviving clones establish lives for themselves now that the war was over, traipsing across the galaxy with the remainder of Torrent Company in tow.
Cody had moved into her guest bedroom as though it was the most natural thing in the world. Maybe it had been. The twins loved him and no matter how discreet he tried to be about it, Padmé knew that he adored both her babies right back.
For two-and-a-half years Cody had stayed in the guest room, made breakfast, and more importantly, coffee, in the mornings, and read to the twins and listened as Padmé bemoaned her fellow Senators. Sometimes Cody left to help set up new clone settlements with Rex on the planets that had offered up large tracts of land for that exact purpose. It was never for long, a month at most, but the twins were never crankier than they were when he was away. Padmé was not clueless enough not to realise that her own mood also tended to be less pleasant when Cody was away. She managed to ignore that the same way she ignored the lingering touches and the soft smiles and the way that her heart twisted in her chest when she saw Cody holding her children, reading softly to Luke and telling Leia about every star system, planet or moon she asked about.
For two-and-a-half years Padmé had ignored all of this, and all the knowing looks their friends had sent their way. Right up until the twins' third birthday party.
Padmé and Cody had been talking to Fox. Fox had been holding Leia, bouncing her gently, when Quinlan had dropped a gentle kiss on Fox’s lips on his way out of the kitchen. Padmé could still picture the way that Leia’s head had swivelled from Fox and Quinlan, then to herself and Cody, and back again before promptly demanding, “Mommy, why don’t you and buir ever kiss like Quin and Fox?”
Toddlers, Padmé had reminded herself, were not known for their tact. Neither were Quinlan or Fox, both of whom had choked, taken Leia and left Cody and Padmé to stare at each other. They hadn’t managed to talk about Leia’s comment until later that night, pulled away from each other for the rest of the party.
Now they were here. Padmé, not only allowed, but encouraged to watch Cody sleep in the bed they had shared since the night of the twins’ third birthday. The curtains were open, letting the light from the peachy evening sky spread over Cody’s bare chest. Padmé would never get tired of seeing him like this, warm and at ease.
While Padmé watched, Cody shifted and the sheets dipped down, and Padmé’s next breath was a sharp inhale at the sliver of naked hip and thigh that was revealed. Quietly she set down her bag and slipped out of her clothes and shoes, leaving her in only a pale silver slip. When her hair brushed over her shoulders and back as she moved towards the bed, Padmé shivered, the feeling building her anticipation. At the foot of the bed, Padmé pinched the sheets and gently started to pull them away from Cody, eventually leaving him completely bare to her.
Doing her best not to shift the bed as she crawled over to Cody, Padme took a moment to assess her partner, trying to figure out how to draw this out and make sure Cody stayed asleep for as long as possible. This was something they had done before but nowhere near as often as either of them would have liked. Padme didn’t want him to wake up until the last possible second, but Cody was a light sleeper, so she’d have to be careful.
She started by dragging the sheet all the way to the end of the bed and sighed softly at the sight of Cody finally fully bared to her. He hadn’t even twitched at the sheet’s removal. Crawling onto the bed, Padmé ghosted a hand over Cody’s leg, carefully gripping one knee and pushed it to the side, opening Cody’s legs and allowing her to settle in the space between them. She took a moment to indulge herself in looking at the cut of Cody’s hips, the warm brown skin of his thighs. If she hadn’t been so intent on getting her mouth on his cock before he woke up, she would’ve taken the time to suck marks that would’ve lasted for a week.
Ducking down to mouth gently over Cody’s cock, Padmé’ breath caught when she saw the black flared base of one of their smallest plugs nestled against Cody’s ass. Padmé made herself ignore it for the moment, returning to sucking gently on the tip of Cody’s cock. Even the minimal amount of attention had his cock fattening up in her mouth. Above her, Padmé heard Cody moan very quietly. Padmé took a little more of his cock into her mouth and dipped a hand down to trail a finger lightly over his balls.
Cody’s breath caught and he moaned again, just as softly as before. Padmé darted her gaze up but he was still asleep. She let out a long hum and was rewarded by a tiny buck of Cody’s hips. Running her nails down the outside of Cody’s thigh, she sucked harder. Cody was panting now, shifting a little bit, and Padmé knew she needed to speed things up. Hollowing her cheeks, she sucked harder and cupped Cody’s balls.
“Padmé,” Cody whispered, and when she looked up again, she met his gaze. He’d fisted his hands in the sheets, and his hips were twitching as he tried not to buck into her mouth.
Simultaneously, Padmé gave one last hard suck right to the tip and very gently squeezed Cody’s balls. Cody groaned and Padmé swallowed as he came.
She didn’t give Cody much time to recover, straddling one leg and leaning down to drop a kiss on his mouth. It was slow and messy, exactly what Padmé wanted. Padmé snagged a pillow and pulled away from Cody’s mouth.
“Lift your hips,” she murmured, slipping the pillow underneath his hips when he complied. “Thank you.”
Cody shuddered.
“What brought this on?” he asked, voice still rough with sleep.
Padmé hummed and settled onto her side beside him. Cody’s eyes tracked her movement, and his abdomen clenched when she dropped her hand to his inner thigh.
“I love seeing you comfortable in our home,” Padmé said.
Cody flushed lightly. The flush deepened when Padmé circled the flare of the plug that was still nestled in his ass.
“What brought this on?” she smirked.
“Not sure,” Cody panted. “Just wanted it. Felt good to fall asleep with it in.”
“Oh, love,” Padmé said, kissing Cody’s shoulder. She pushed the plug in a tiny bit further, which earned her a short whine. “Can you come one more time for me?”
Cody huffed a laugh. “Definitely.”
Padmé pulled the plug nearly all the way out before sharply pushing it back in. Cody cried out and then quickly devolved back into whines as Padmé continued with quick, short thrusts. The flush that Padmé had managed to get onto Cody’s cheeks crept up on his chest as well. Padmé knew that this particular plug was too small to get Cody all the way to orgasm, but it would get him very close.
“I love seeing you in our bed. I love that you’re so comfortable in our home that you’ll fall asleep naked, with a toy in your ass and then let me come home and fucked you with it,” Padmé told him.
Cody’s breath caught. “You make it easy.”
It was Padmé’s turn to groan. Shifting again to be properly between Cody’s legs, Padmé pulled the plug all the way out, dropping it next to her on the bed, slipping in a finger in its place. It was easy. The leftover lube that Cody had slicked the plug with eased her way, and with the pillow still under Cody’s hips, Padmé could reach his prostate
“Padmé,” Cody moaned, “please. Please, please.”
“Easy sweetheart,” Padmé said, relishing in the full-body shiver that the comment earned her.
Then she rubbed her fingers once, twice over Cody’s prostate. On the third pass Cody choked on a moan, and his feet scrabbled for purchase against the sheets as he came all over his stomach. Padmé watched, rapt, and eased her fingers out, wiping them on the sheets. Cody went lax, sprawling across the mattress again. He reached up and Padmé laced their fingers together, pressing a kiss to his knuckles.
“You want to take a shower?” she asked, keeping her voice low and soft.
Cody hummed, “Please,” but didn’t make any moves that suggested he was heading in the direction of the washroom any time soon.
That was okay, Padmé was happy to wait. They had all night.