Weekly Dose of Lemon (Padmé) (Patreon)

A/N: This story is rated M for mature content not suitable for children.

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Chapter 1: Padme

Naboo - Varykino Villa

The suns of Naboo were setting, casting a long, amber glow across the balcony of the Varykino villa. The Lake Country was quiet, the only sound being the gentle lap of water against the stone foundations and the distant hum of local wildlife. It was the kind of peace that Padmé Amidala rarely found in the Senate chambers of Coruscant, and yet, she found herself unable to fully relax.

She leaned against the stone railing, her silk robes flowing softly in the breeze. Her mind was a whirlwind of trade routes, military dissent, and the ever-present shadow of the Separatist movement.

"You’re doing it again," a voice said, breaking the silence.

Padmé didn't need to turn to know who it was. Naruto was leaning against the doorframe behind her, his arms crossed over his chest. He wasn't wearing the formal uniform of the Naboo Security Forces, nor the heavy robes of a Jedi. He wore a simple, sleeveless black shirt and tactical trousers, his golden hair messy and windswept.

He had no connection to the Force, the Jedi had confirmed that years ago when he’d first arrived from the Unknown Regions as a shipwrecked survivor. He had no "chakra," no mystical energy, nothing but his own grit, a pair of serrated combat knives, and a reflex speed that defied logic. He was a man who had survived by his wits and his muscles, and for the last six months, he had been Padmé’s personal shadow.

"Doing what?" Padmé asked, finally turning to look at him.

"Saving the galaxy in your head," Naruto said, walking toward her with a predatory grace. He didn't move like a soldier; he moved like a wolf. "Your brow gets that little crinkle right between your eyes. It’s a bad look, Senator. You’re supposed to be on vacation."

Padmé sighed, a small smile finally tugging at her lips. "It’s hard to switch off, Naruto. The Republic is on the brink of...."

"The Republic will still be falling apart tomorrow," Naruto interrupted, stopping just a foot away from her. He was taller than her, broader, a solid presence that felt more grounding than any political alliance. "Right now, the only thing that matters is that the water is warm, the wine is cold, and you haven’t eaten since breakfast."

He reached out, his hand hovering for a second before he brushed a stray lock of dark hair behind her ear. His fingers were calloused and rough, a stark contrast to the softness of her skin. Padmé felt a shiver run down her spine that had nothing to do with the evening chill.

"You worry too much about me," she whispered.

"That's what I'm paid for," Naruto replied, his blue eyes darkening. "Though, lately, I think I’ve been doing it for free."

The tension between them had been building for months, stolen glances in the back of airspeeders, lingering touches during security briefings, and late-night conversations that blurred the line between employer and bodyguard. Naruto was blunt, honest, and entirely unimpressed by her title. He saw Padmé, not the Senator.

"Is that so?" Padmé stepped closer, her heart hammering against her ribs. "And what does a mercenary get out of a pro-bono assignment?"

Naruto’s smirk faded, replaced by something much more intense. He reached out, his hand cupping the side of her neck, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw. "Peace of mind," he muttered, his voice dropping an octave. "Knowing you're safe. Knowing you're... mine to watch over."

Padmé didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned into his touch. "I don't want to be watched over tonight, Naruto. I want to be held."

Lemon Scene Ahead

The invitation was clear. Naruto didn't hesitate. He leaned down, his lips crashing against hers with a hunger that had clearly been suppressed for a long time. It wasn't a gentle kiss; it was a claim. He tasted of salt and determination, his tongue sweeping against hers as he pulled her flush against his chest.

Padmé gasped into the kiss, her hands flying up to wrap around his neck, her fingers tangling in his blonde hair. He was warm, impossibly warm, and the sheer physicality of him was overwhelming. Without the Force or any mystical power, Naruto felt more 'real' than anyone she had ever known. He was just a man, and right now, he was her man.

Naruto broke the kiss just long enough to scoop her up into his arms. Padmé let out a soft yelp of surprise, clinging to his shoulders as he began walking toward her private quarters.

"The security droids?" she managed to ask, her breath coming in short bursts.

"Disabled," Naruto grunted, his eyes fixed on the bedroom door. "I told you, I’m good at my job."

He kicked the door shut behind them, the heavy wood thudding into place. The room was bathed in the soft blue glow of the Naboo moon, the large bed in the center of the room draped in fine linens. Naruto set her down gently, but he didn't let go.

His hands moved to the silk ties of her gown. He was patient, his eyes locked onto hers as he slowly undone the intricate knots. "You spend so much time wrapped up in these layers," he murmured, the silk sliding off her shoulders and pooling at her feet. "I've wanted to see what was underneath since the day I met you on that landing pad."

Padmé stood before him, wearing nothing but a thin lace slip. The cool air hit her skin, but the heat radiating from Naruto kept her warm. She reached out, her fingers trembling slightly as she gripped the hem of his shirt and pulled it up over his head.

His body was a map of his life, scars from blade wounds, blaster grazes, and the hard-earned muscle of a man who had never known an easy day. She traced a long scar across his ribs, her touch light.

"You've fought so much," she whispered.

"Not tonight," Naruto said, his voice husky.

He pushed the lace straps of her slip down, letting the garment fall. He took a moment to just look at her, his gaze traveling over her curves with an intensity that made her feel more beautiful than any crown ever could. He reached out, his hands covering her breasts, his thumbs grazing the sensitive peaks.

Padmé let out a low moan, her head falling back as he began to kiss her neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin just below her ear. He moved with a focused, raw energy, his hands sliding down to her hips, pulling her firmly against his hardening length.

"Naruto..." she breathed, her hands clutching at his bare back, her nails digging into his skin.

He didn't say a word. He leaned her back onto the bed, crawling over her like a predator. He spent time exploring every inch of her, his mouth trailing fire down her stomach, his hands kneading her thighs. When his fingers finally found her center, she arched her back, a sharp cry escaping her lips. He was skilled, his movements sure and rhythmic, finding exactly what she needed.

She was slick and ready for him, her body aching with a need that had been building since they left Coruscant. She reached down, guiding him toward her, her eyes locked onto his.

"Now," she pleaded. "Please."

Naruto entered her in one smooth, powerful thrust. Padmé’s eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat as she felt him fill her completely. He stayed still for a heartbeat, letting her body adjust to his size, his forehead resting against hers.

"You okay?" he rasped, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.

"Yes," she choked out, wrapping her legs around his waist to pull him deeper. "Don't stop. Please don't stop."

He began to move, his pace slow and deliberate at first, each thrust calculated to drive her closer to the edge. The bed groaned under their weight, the only sound in the room besides their synchronized breathing and the wet slap of skin against skin. Naruto’s strength was evident in every movement; he didn't have the grace of a Jedi, but he had the stamina of a man who refused to lose.

As the friction built, Naruto’s control began to slip. His thrusts became harder, faster, his hands gripping the headboard of the bed so hard the wood creaked. Padmé was lost in the sensation, her world narrowing down to the feeling of him inside her and the sound of her own name being groaned against her skin.

"Padmé... you're so... damn perfect," Naruto growled, his pace becoming frantic.

She felt the tension coiling in her gut, a tightening that screamed for release. She clung to him, her voice rising in a series of shattered moans. "Naruto, I’m...I’m almost.."

"Go ahead," he commanded, his voice raw. "Come for me, Padmé."

With a final, deep surge, Padmé climaxed. Waves of heat crashed through her, her internal muscles pulsing around him in a tight rhythm. Naruto let out a guttural roar, his own release hitting him seconds later as he buried his face in the crook of her neck, his body shaking with the force of it.

They collapsed together, chests heaving, the sweat on their bodies making them slide against each other. Naruto didn't pull away immediately; he stayed buried within her, his weight a comforting pressure.

Eventually, he rolled onto his side, pulling her into his arms and tucking her head under his chin. The silence of the Naboo night returned, but it didn't feel heavy anymore. It felt complete.

Lemon Scene End

Padmé traced the lines of his chest, her fingers tracing the erratic heartbeat that was slowly beginning to level out. "You're a very dangerous man, Naruto Uzumaki," she whispered.

Naruto let out a dry, tired chuckle, kissing the top of her head. "I told you, Senator. I’m very good at my job."

"And what job is that?" she asked, looking up at him.

Naruto looked down at her, his blue eyes soft in a way he never showed the world. "Keeping you happy," he said simply. "Everything else is just politics."

Padmé smiled, closing her eyes as she drifted toward a sleep that was, for the first time in years, completely free of worry. Outside, the moons of Naboo continued their silent trek across the sky, but inside the villa, the only world that mattered was the one they had built between the sheets.

The morning would bring the Republic, the war, and the endless demands of her office. But for now, there was just the warmth of a man who had no magic, only a heart that beat for her, and the lingering scent of their nightly activities.

Chapter End

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A/N: In this version, Naruto lacks Chakra and the ability to use the Force. Instead, he functions as a skilled mercenary, similar to a Mandalorian. I hope you all enjoy this take until next time!

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