Every touch of his hand and brush of his lips on her skin reminds Padmé of what it feels like to be alive - she'd almost forgotten it in the pain of the last months. And for every inch of contact, she pleads for more, in catches of breath and sighs of pleasure, her own caresses to urge him to continue, and whispered utterances of his name. She begs him not to stop, and hopes that he will allow himself to drift away on the passion they share that night.

Later, lying in the warmth of his arms, she realizes this is the first time she's felt a moment of peace since that horrible day.