Wednesday, October 04, 2006

Forbidden Love.....Chapter 15

HOPES FOR THE FUTURE



As dusk approaches the bustling skies of Coruscant, two exhausted lovers patiently await the blanket of darkness to conceal their intimacies from the realities of their universe. Peacefully, they lie in one another's embrace, secluded once more in the confines of Padme's bed chamber. Even though their bodies are well past the point of fatigue, their minds are vibrantly awake with plans for upcoming rendezvous and promising hopes for their future.

Padme' rests her head on Anakin's chest as she fondles his thin, long, padawan braid; twirling it around her long, elegant fingers. Anakin can't help but to smother his face with Padme's thick tousled mane, surrounding himself within her sweet perfume. Both smile as their hopes for happiness are expressed by the other with nothing less than love's eager anticipations.

The hard steel fingers of Anakin's mechanical hand graze gently over the softness of Padme's smooth skin, tracing patterns along the petiteness of her waist and the subtle curves of her hips. These precious moments of intimate devotion now took precedence over anything else of importance in Anakin's life. Though he could not admit this to anyone, especially Obi-wan, he refused to deny it to himself or Padme'; his beloved bride. Now lying with her, entangled within one another's embrace, he was serene.....he was complete.

Lost in his personal and emotional satisfaction he was suddenly overcome by a delicate sensation of sensual warmth that surged through his entire body. Anakin propped his body up on his forearms and tilted his head forward in order to see past the rich ebony of Padme's coiled tendrils. Looking down upon Padme's lush dark curls that covered his chest and abdomen, he discovered the cause for these tantalizing stimulations. Padme' was caressing his strong, smooth chest with her soft, full lips. Welcoming her passions, he dropped back onto the bed and sighed with immense pleasure.

" I don't want to leave in the morning. " Whispered Anakin as he tightened his grip around Padme's body. She paused from her arousing activities and smiled up at Anakin.

" I know, but you must. Besides, I have to attend a meeting. " Announced Padme' in a very casual tone as she resumed her seductive task.

" I know, but it still doesn't change the way I feel. For the first time in ten years, I know what I want....and yet, I know I'm not supposed to WANT for anything. " Sighed Anakin as he pulled Padme' up on top of him. Draping her arms along his shoulders, Padme' hoisted herself upon his chest in order to gaze into the sparkling blue pools of his passionate eyes. She immersed herself into those deeply intense eyes and was immediately adrift in his hungered need for possession. Though her heart desperately wanted to surrender to his desired cravings, Padme' once again allowed her conscious mind to decree; forcing herself to surpass his obsessive longings for open commitment.
" Just because we WANT it, doesn't make it right. " Admitted Padme', painfully.
" Our marriage shouldn't be shunned, Padme'. What we've done isn't immoral! I love you." Protested Anakin. He was frustrated and confused with the Jedi Order. How can something that feels so completely right and natural be perceived as unethical or dishonorable?

" Ani', our Love is not dishonest nor is it immoral. Right now, we need to protect it and you. Maybe someday, when this war is over......we can share our love and openly relish within it. "
Smiled Padme', doing her best to comfort him. As the words poured from her heart, glistening specs of tears spilled from her dark, compassionate eyes. She wanted to believe the words she spoke to Anakin. Though they were glazed in comfort, they were also laced in poison of undeniable falsities. There was no doubt that she too longed for the deceit to end and to pronounce their love to her family and the galaxy. That moment would have to wait; it would have to remain a secret until hope would allow their Love's acceptance.

Until then, they would rendezvous in secret at every possible moment and indulge in their forbidden passions. Giving into Anakin's hypnotic gaze, Padme' lowered her body to his and molded herself against his chest. Firmly she pressed her lips to his, immersing herself into his hungered pleasures of entrapment. No longer able to resist his temptations, Padme' surrendered herself completely to his submissions and became Anakin's object of affection; his preciously desired possession.

As darkness finally engulfed the Coruscant sky our lovers drift off into a peaceful and protective slumber. The rest of this magnificent planet was scintillating with manic mayhem of zooming transports and vivacious glitz from towering skyscrapers that encased this glorious city; the Capital of the Republic. Across the landscape of the Ambassadorial Sector was the elusive Jedi Temple. This was the sanctuary that housed those gifted with force abilities and unexplainable, mysterious powers . During the hours of eve, the halls of the Temple seemed silent and tranquil, though this particular night was quite the opposite, for one lone Jedi Knight passed through the grand halls of this sacred monastery.

Obi-wan found himself face to face with Anakin's humble quarters. Staring at it aimlessly, he finally tapped his fist on the door. Patiently he waited, yet no answer came. Shifting his glance from side to side, he waved his hand across the doorway and summoned the locked door to open. Allowing himself passage, he stepped inside and scanned the room. There wasn't much to report on, just the normal modest requirements found amongst the Jedi state rooms; a bunk in the corner, a meager closet containing a week's supply of robes, and a small table and chair for their studies. Sitting himself down on the bunk, he gazed around the room. He saw the protocol droid that Anakin had built
when he was a slave on Tatooine. It was in a corner, next to the table and shut down. " What is a JEDI going to do with a protocol droid?" Thought Obi-wan, "not to mention a droid of that caliber." Running his fingers through his long blonde hair, Obi-wan was bewildered as to where his apprentice could have gone off to. As he shifted his weight on the bunk, he heard a slight thud next to his feet on the floor. It was Anakin's back pack. As Obi-wan retrieved the small parcel and placed it back into place on the bunk, something had fallen out. Obi-wan carefully cupped the delicate pink perianth in his hands. Staring at it as if it were foreign to him, he appeared to be entranced by the silken object. Curling his fingers over the tiny petal, Obi-wan closed his eyes in a painful realization. Anakin had chosen a path; he had reached a crucial turning point in his destiny. For he was no longer the mischievous little boy from Tatooine; Anakin was now ....a man.

3 Comments:

Blogger Oboe-Wan said...

Ooooh........

It's too bad Obi-Wan is so lonely..... :D I could help him out in that department. Looks like Anakin's room is empty. ;)

4:14 PM  
Blogger Viago Angel said...

Ha! too funny, yet so true. Poor Obi....he always seems to be left alone....give him a "hand" Oboe! teeheee

10:35 AM  
Blogger Reilos (yeah, that one) said...

Heya, Angel..wonderful work with the politics...Not bad work with the *ahem* either...his chest...yeah right.. :D naughty, my mind is, yes! I auto-matically got the 'oral-*ahem*' reaction in my head...*smacks myself* Is it true, or just my erotic fantacies of the Chosen one and his *powerful* Masculinity?

11:29 PM  

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