Viago Angel's Fan-Fiction

A Jedi should not know Anger, nor Hatred, nor Love...

2007-03-20T08:38:00.000-07:00

Theed's Spaceport was bustling with refugee vessels, transports, and the occasional local dignitaries; leaving the original hangar to be more obsolete and secluded from the public eye. The journey itself was securely secretive and discreet, as Anakin and Padme` made the voyage through the old, abandoned tunnels that ran under the city's plaza and Royal Palace. It had been a decade since Padme` last visited them, during the Blockade of Naboo. She was impressed that she still remembered her way around the maze-like caverns. Even more, Padme` was delighted to see Anakin's approval and a hint of surprise in his sparkling, blue eyes.

The somewhat abandoned hangar was located in Theed's central district, on the edge of The Great Cliffs bordering the vast and rapidly moving Solleu River that cascaded over the voluminous and grandest waterfalls, The Virdugo Plunge. Naboo's natural elements were nothing less than enchanting. Even something as common as a military airbase or starfighter shed was an impressive construction to be marveled upon. In fact, the entire planet was a majestic wonder of inconceivable beauteousness, enveloped in an array of lush, luxuriant greenery of vegetation. It was a place of timeless splendor, with an entrapment for romanticized fantasies and inviting temptation. Many have fancied a world so magnificent, with all it's vibrant flawlessness,tranquility, and ample growth for progression. To fully experience Naboo in all it's gloriousness is an awing spectacle of enthrallment. Daydreams and yearnings for people or places pass in time and so does one's perception of such frivolities, sometimes for the better.

Entangled within their cloaks embracing each other lovingly and passionately, Anakin and Padme` desperately try to cease rotation of Naboo's spinning axle as they cling to one another in an all too short, yet perfect, universe. Anakin's soft lips gently caress Padme's brow as he gathers her up into his arms, clenching her tighter with every tender kiss. Every breath he breathes seems to pierce his lungs, rekindling the sickening feel of asphyxia from his nightmarish apparitions. Anakin painfully grapples against his darkest fears, fighting back the all too surreal realization, that he is as much afraid to hold on to his brightest passion, as he is to lose it. As he inhales a jagged breath, he mutteres, " I don't want to go. " The words are cushioned by Padme's coiled, tousled mane, soothing it's tone to quiet whisper.

Looking up at him with dark, ebony pools full of adoration, a swell of empathy flooded Padme's eyes. " I know, but you must. The Republic needs you. " Though she spoke of encouragement through a politician's voice, the words her heart shuddered to hear, were nothing less than pure blasphemy.

" The Republic? " Rebutted Anakin, almost shouting as his anger bubbled to the surface, flushing his face to resemble a native Calamarian from Mon Calamari.
" And what about you? " Queried Anakin, now softer in tone, almost pitiful and somewhat childlike.

" Me? Oh Anakin.." Padme` sighed in response, nuzzling her head into his chest, coaxing him with her soothing presence before she continued to speak. " We mustn't forget WHO we are and our commitment to Democracy, just because we wish things to be different. You're a Jedi, a protector of peace, and I'm a Senator of the Republic. We must set our personal feelings aside for now......and do what is requested of us. " Once she finished, she hugged Anakin tighter as if to shield him from the painstaking truth of her statement. Why did she have to be wise for both of them? Always reminding them of the reality to their secret life, secret union; their forbidden love.

Anakin released a long, drawn out sigh as he held her closely to him, allowing the full length of his body to enclose her soft, petite, dainty frame. " I know. We must let go of our pride and do our duty. " He hated the words and they left nothing but bitterness on his palate. Releasing his grip, he let his arms fall to his side. Looking away from his seraphic love, Anakin averted his attention in another direction, resting his gazes on the Jedi starfighter that enlivened his youthful past as a heroic podracer back on Tatooine. The Delta - 7 Athersprite followed the same intricate patterns and color schemes as that of his last podracer from the Boonta Eve Classic. Anakin couldn't help remembering those long lost days without thinking of his mother; the gentle and kind Shmi. Which brought forth another nagging recollection, he hated goodbyes.

" Farewell, Milady. " Anakin's formal plea of parting was short and painfully uncomfortable. Padme` rushed toward him, placing her hand tenderly across his taut jaw-line, forcing him to look down into her deep, brown, loving eyes. " Be safe, Padme`. " Whispered Anakin as he gazed infinitely into those dark embers of compassion, drowning himself in the moment, wishing to spend an eternity there, engulfed within her magical, soothing presence.

" I am safe. As long as my Jedi husband continues to serve and protect the Republic. " Smiled Padme` as she drew herself into him, completely, surrendering her vulnerability to the public that scrambled around them. For that brief moment she allowed her true self to shine through that hardened exterior of the politician she had become. The permacrete wall crumbled as Senator Amidala drifted away, revealing Padme`; the wife of Anakin Skywalker standing in her place. " I love you and I believe in you, Anakin Skywalker. "

As her arms wrapped around his long, lean body, pulling him in closer to her embrace, Anakin was overcome by an uneasy sensation. It was overwhelming, washing over him in full force. He couldn't deny the feeling of an uncanny deja vu. Something in the words Padme` spoke, struck him with an unsettling restlessness. Even more disturbing was the view of the skyline just outside the hangar. The sun was glowing brighter than he remembered it, almost as if it were glaring at him with poignancy. Still, Anakin couldn't shake this feeling as he lingered his sights a little longer on the Naboo sky, " I've got a bad feeling about this..."

" Ani`? What is it? " Her puzzlement was apparent as she placed both of her hands on either side of Anakin's face, bringing him down to her and forcing him to lock gazes with her. " Nothing. I was just...thinking, about what you said." Responded Anakin, with an acute smile that was obviously disguising his true intentions. Lowering his lips to hers, Anakin plunged himself into denial, submerging his conflicts into his brightest passions. He washed away all his fears, allowing his love to burst forth and extinguish the fiery demons that fed off of his qualms and fueled against his discords.

When their lingering embrace came to a slow and saddened end, Padme` smiled trying to set her misgivings concerning his distant demeanor aside. Smiling back at her, Anakin placed his mechanical hand on her shoulder just barely touching the finger tips to her neck. For the first time, Padme` trembled to the touch of the cool steel and the exposed wires. Anakin's smile faded as his flaming blue eyes darkened, " I love you too, Padme`. " Were the only words he spoke before leaping aboard his Azure Angel and disappearing into the Naboo skies.

Padme` stood a while longer in the hangar, peering out into the brilliant blue skies consumed by her thoughts. "Did he sense my doubts, my fears, all that I try to hide from him; my growing and undying love that will continue to bloom even in the afterlife?" Or was the uncertainty she saw in Anakin's eyes? " It would destroy us. " He had said, so long ago, or at least it seemed. His voice back then was filled with assurance, as if he knew. "We have overcome so much together. This will work too; we'll make it work....somehow. I believe in him, I always have." Bowing her head, she wrapped her arms tightly around herself, hugging her body against the chill of the Naboo air. Rising her head once more and casting her sights into the clear blue sky, she shut her eyes and shuddered upon a new sensation that flooded her senses. The scent of dying roses from the Royal Gardens below engulfed her, sending a shrill of goose bumps down her neck and along her back. Then in the distance, she heard a whisper of the past, echoing gently, among the sweet floral breezes of the brisk winds....."He can help you...he was meant to help you."

There is no Peace, only Passion

2007-02-16T20:33:00.000-08:00

As the murkiness of nights' blanket begins to unravel and fade over the wondrous planet of Naboo, signs of dawn separate the bleak darkness with illuminated rays of bedazzling, yet delicate, hues of chartreuse and beams of blushing pinks. These gentle streams of luster seem to glisten over the hemispherical rooftops of Theed's Palace Plaza and reflect an afterglow of shimmering scintillation across the mystifying waterfalls that cascade alongside the eastern perimeter of the beauteous Palace chassis.

With night rapidly turning into daybreak, a young Jedi stirs restlessly between sleep and consciousness. Entangled within the soft, glossy, satin fabric of the smooth sheets, Anakin wrestles inside his phantasm. The images are so vivid and vibrant that they appear to be authentic instead of moments from the past. He can actually smell the remnants of the musk and sweat from the flapping wings of the Toydarian that owned the junk-filled hovel where he seemed to be at that precise moment. As the bantha curd odor engulfed his senses, Anakin fixated his sights on the angelic figure that stood before him. Engrossed in their conversation his younger self blurted out a bold statement of emotions and an assurance of truth.

" I'm going to marry you. " The boyish, yet confidant voice echoed throughout the dwelling. In response to such an accusation, the adolescent girl couldn't help but to grin acutely and giggle to the boys' chide.

" You can't marry me, you're just a boy."
Straightening his shoulders and cocking his head, Anakin's facial expressions change within an instant. His eyes widen and darken, giving off an appearance of someone twice his age, full and ready with ardent declarations of future love.
" I won't always be. "

No sooner did he propose his betrothal for the flawless handmaiden before him, did her visage and his apparition transpose itself into another place in time. She was clothed in senatorial regalia from head to foot and positively more beautiful than he could ever imagine possible. Her lush, ebony hair coiled down her back in loose tendrils, framing a much fuller but radiant face. The sickly stench of Watto's perspiration had also vanished, leaving an aroma of sweet perfume to engulf his senses. Mesmerized in vigilance, Anakin patiently observed her every detail and demeanor. Even her exquisite beauty couldn't conceal her evident sadness. Padme`s eyes were heavy in dolefulness and painfully stewing with despair. Slowly, she strolled to a vast, bow window and peered out at the skyline.

Anakin grew impatient and longed to embrace her, yet he was motionless. His body had grown uncomfortably leaden, leaving him immobilized. The harder he tried to grapple against his paralyzed state, the more virile his barrier became. His breaths deepened and became considerably difficult, almost despondent, as if he were suffocating. Blinking feverishly, Anakin once again fought against the force that imprisoned him from reaching out to his brightest passion and rescuing her from her dreaded sorrows. As he stretched out with the Force, his vision began to flutter and fade. No longer was Padme` draped in vibrant fabrics or the apartment adorned in plush purples; it all had matted to a glowing crimson, like that of a Sith blade. Then he heard a faint voice recanting a teaching, a rule of order that was constantly instilled within him.

" You've made a commitment to the Jedi Order - a commitment not easily broken. " As Obi-wan's reverberations diminished, another immediately followed, this one was kind and feminine, soothing yet sad.

"Many things will change ...... but my caring for you will remain." As Padme`s voice echoed throughout his mind, the scarlet overcast grew dim, until suddenly, all went black.

Anakin awoke to find himself drenched in sweat, panting as if he had been running a drill or fleeing from a tribe of gundarks. Quickly, as if by reflex alone, he jolted his body and looked at the still figure that lay peacefully beside him. Anakin didn't need to see Padme`s chest move in a rhythmic pattern to know she was alive and well. Where she was concerned, his normal sense of the Force was heightened. Though he knew all that he had just experienced was a dream, it didn't wash away his fears nor his desires to possess her. As his emotions gushed, he hurried toward her, wanting to snatch her up into his arms and wash away his qualms. Just as his fingertips were about to graze her silken, ivory, naked skin, he was compelled to set his attentions on a growing, bleeping nuisance coming from beyond the confines of the private bedroom.

Jumping to his feet, he grabbed his robe and covered his unclad body. As Anakin opened the door he found himself face - to -face with Padme`s faithful astromech R2D2. Although irritated by the interruption, Anakin couldn't help but to chuckle in spite of it all. Kneeling down on one knee, he gently patted the shiny domed head of the lovable droid.

"What is it, R2?" Queried Anakin, as he discovered a recorded message that the little friend was carrying. Before Anakin had retired to the bed chamber last night, he had programmed the R2 unit to intercept any communications delivered to his comlink. Anakin fiddled with some mechanisms and retrieved the signal. It was odd; no verbal message, just a direct order to return to the Jedi Temple, immediately. Anakin grumbled with annoyance, but forced himself to flash a smile in R2's direction.
"Good job, R2. Thanks."

Bleeping and chirping happily, the little astromech rolled off and out of sight. Anakin sighed and slowly staggered back to the bedroom. How could they do this to him, to Padme`? He still had a standard day left, at least according to their layover. Unless, something had happened. But what? As Anakin questioned the reason behind his new orders, he scanned the room. The morning light paved it's way through the clandestine chamber that concealed their secret passions of forbidden love. It intruded without permission, bringing an end to indulgent temptations that yearned for the enshrouding night. As it's streams of illumination crept in and lit the room, a peculiar miscellany of glass shards littered the floor in disarray. Anakin crouched down to the uncarpeted area to inspect the uncanny muddle that was scattered throughout the secluded compartment.

"How did this happen?" wondered Anakin as he held on to a shattered picture frame. They were alone last night; he was certain of it. No one could have trespassed without his awareness. Anakin proceeded to survey the area once more as he reminisced about the romantic evening he and Padme` had just shared merely hours before. There was nothing unusual that he could recall, only that their love-making had reached an exceptional erotic height that he never perceived to be possible. Remembering the sensuous pleasures of her velvet flames that surrounded his body, her soft and subtle curves that cradled his firm physique, and her warm muffled moans against his ear still resonating in his mind, left him craving for more. Only his thoughts were cut short by a rustling of sheets and a hushed yawn.

" Anakin? Why are you... Oh my! What happened? " Asked Padme` in alarm, as she swung her legs over the edge of the bed to hurry to Anakin's side.

" No Padme`. Stay there, I don't want you to get hurt. There's broken glass everywhere. "

" Well, I can see that. But how? We were.... I mean, we ARE the only ones here, besides R2. " Explained Padme`; more to herself, trying to make heads or tails of things.

" I'm not sure. Some how, I think I may have done this. " Admitted Anakin, as he shuffled his way back to the bedstead.

Padme` arched her brow and gazed at him inquisitively. "You? I can't believe that. How?"

"Through the Force, I think." Muttered Anakin, still trying to make sense of it. If he had somehow triggered a vibration through the Force, were they the only ones who knew? Better yet, was it felt by others?

"Let's not worry about it right now..." whispered Padme`, seductively. "It's still early, come back to bed?"

Anakin couldn't resist her sultry leering flirtations, not even the Force could aid as an ally against her temptress ways. He lowered himself to the bed and slithered beneath the silken sheets, entwining his body against hers. Gently, he caressed her full lips with his own, drowning her in his hungered desires for sensual indulgence. The moment Anakin felt his consciousness slip into that pleasurable descent where his mind was no longer his own, he regained control and broke the blissful embarkment. Stunned by his abrupt behavior, Padme` gasped and gawked at Anakin in puzzlement.
"What is it? Are you ok, Ani`?"

"I'm fine. It's just that...R2 retrieved a message from my com last night." Explained Anakin, between breaths. "Requesting my immediate return to the Temple."

Padme` rose to a sitting position on the feathery bed and ran her hands through her thick tendrils. Her concern and disappointment was obvious as Anakin rushed in to cradle her and tenderly kiss her cheek.
"I'll come back, you'll see. Nothing can keep me away for long."

"I know..." Padme`hushed as she softly pecked at his voluptuous bottom lip, "I'll wait for you, no matter how long it takes, my heart will always be with you."

Once more Anakin leaned in for a kiss, this time wrapping his arms around Padme`s hips and thrusting her on top of him until her legs straddled his lap. Locking gazes upon one another as they drifted off in a blissful mesh of passionate lasciviousness, Anakin was searching for an assurance, a certainty that Padme` would not fall subject to his haunting crimson nightmare. To be sure as he was from the moment he met her, that she would indeed one day, become his wife. Yet that confidence he had felt was as vacant and empty as the day he abandoned his mother.

" What if I never see you again?" he cried in a whisper, only loud enough for Shmi to hear.

" What does your heart tell you? " She coaxed, as she always had where he was concerned.

" Yes. I hope so. " Anakin whimpered as he hugged his mom.

" We'll see each other again..." Shmi's last words trailed off in Anakin's thoughts as he cringed remembering the outcome of their last meeting. No. He wouldn't allow Padme` to fall to the same fate as his mother did, he would be there,
" I will not fail again. " No consequence was too great for Padme`s sake; this time he would pay the price.

As he tightened his grip around her, Ankain slipped deeper into Padme`s erotic enticements, allowing himself to succumb to that fateful descent of mindless pleasure and tantalizing gratification. For at that moment, nothing else mattered; not the Jedi, nor the Republic and it's Senate. All that mattered was his brightest secret, his desired possession; Padme`.

A Disturbance within the Force

2007-01-25T05:22:00.000-08:00

Adventure, excitement, a Jedi craves none of these things; yet the Capital of the Republic, Coruscant, is an escapade of tribulation that tests the very core of such timeless beliefs. For it is the planet that never sleeps, an endless sphere of illumination that seems to glow with prosperity and sovereignty for all that seek an escape from the ordinary burdens of reality or delusions of grandeur.

The entire proximity of this planet's surface is covered in magnificent skyscrapers and towering buildings that seem to touch its outer atmosphere. One monumental structure, a grand but sanctuary edifice, seems uniquely misplaced by its juxtaposition; the Jedi Temple. Its layout is unobstructed to all that reside in the galaxy's capital. The five spires that encase its perimeter measure over a full kilometer higher than all the other surrounding structures that enshroud this galactic city.

One of the grandest and most mesmerizing marvels of this magnificent shrine is the room of a Thousand Fountains. Its entire capacity is cloaked in Hylain marsh bamboo, while the walkways are paved in stone, and cascading through all of this are the peaceful and pacific, rippling blue and green waters of the Force-induced waterfalls. Unlike normal waterfalls, where the water flows from its highest point and pools at its lowest, these extraordinary wonders emanate from the underbelly of this phenomenal chamber.

This place of subdued tranquility was used amongst the Jedi for contemplation, healing, and private discussions held mostly for the Jedi High Council. Though, on this particular evening, a Jedi Knight had found his way here. He needed to quiet his mind and allow the wisdom of the Force to flow through him, giving him the ability to reason and justify his reoccurring dream that kept him from serene bliss of a sleep-filled night. Obi-Wan Kenobi sat alone next to one of the small ponds that gurgled quietly as it filled its stream from the rushing waters above. Looking out of the glass encased room, he cast his sights on the nights' sky.

" The stars are so bright and their illuminated light seems to flash as if "......Obi-Wan's thoughts trailed off for a brief moment.

" dancing? Its not possible, they're circular fields of gas! Am I going mad? " He then rubbed his hands feverishly over his bearded face and growled to himself in frustration and exhaustion. These dreams that interrupted his sleep had been haunting him ever since Anakin had returned from his mandate of protecting the young, yet beautiful, Senator of Naboo; Padme` Amidala.

His sleeplessness left his thoughts in a state of unrest, yet his visions were crisp and clear in his tiresome mind. These images that appeared before him in the darkest of eve, were reveries of the past. Figments of events that took him back a decade earlier, to Naboo, where it all began. When Qui-Gon, his former Master and mentor, had lost his life to the sinister evilness of the Sith. Obi-Wan could feel his old wounds that never quite healed, not fully anyway, re-opening and filling him with regret and anger. Though, through the years Obi-Wan had learned how to channel and control this dark emotion so as to not become consumed by its heinous demise. If one were to ever stray along its fiendish path, forever would it bind and consume your destiny.

Once again, Obi-Wan goes through each and every detail of his phantasm, trying to rationalize its images as if to connect the pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. He can see the Palace Gardens, lush and vibrant. He can smell its sweet nectar permeating the air, as well as hear the rumble of the voluminous waterfalls. Obi-Wan can also see the young adolescent and estranged couple that walk hand in hand along its well-groomed trail. He watches as the girl, the lovely Queen Amidala, gently kisses the small padawans' cheek and releases a shrill of girlish giggles. Yet, he does not approach them; not yet. Obi-Wan awaits patiently, lingering in the shadows, as he anticipates the padawans' reaction. The little nine year old boy seems to age before his eyes, he appears to tower over her, not in size but, in his engrossed stare. Those eyes, crystal clear and as blue as the Tatooine sky, have widened and darkened, and become fixated and ardent on the girl that stands before him. This is it, the exact moment when Obi-Wan hears ...." Anakin! " his own voice, shouting almost scolding, in tone. " I'm sorry your Highness, he will not bother you again. You have my word. " As he apologizes for his new apprentices' disrupting behavior, the Queen straightens her poise, obviously startled by the intrusion, and simply states in a lofty voice, " Anakin is no bother, Master Kenobi, he is my friend and always welcome to accompany me here on Naboo. "

After recanting these instances for what seemed to be the tenth time tonight, Obi-Wan is distracted by an overwhelming sensation. His body goes still with a penetrating force that leaves him numb, but vaguely aware, of something awry. As soon as the feeling left him another embraced him, a familiar presence was approaching him. Obi-Wan jolted to his feet in an attentive stance to greet the old, yet perspicacious, Jedi Master Yoda. The meek and meager appearance of this Jedi Master was nothing more than an illusion, for within this infinitesimal sized being, was the wisest and most powerful of all the Jedi that have come to grace the Jedi Temple.

" The stars. Watching them, are you not? " Queried the Jedi Master.

" I couldn't sleep. " Replied an uncertain Obi-Wan. He was skeptical to reveal his dreams or the awkward feeling he had just encountered.

" Dreams, not easy to understand, cloud the mind they do. Confused you are by them. Must clear your mind of thought. Then, only then, will you know their true meaning." Concluded Yoda. Then, without hesitation, he stepped closer to the swelling pond of pooling water. With a wave of his tri-fingered hand he parted the waters and staggered into the liquefied wedge.

" Felt something you have? " The question was far more a statement than a conundrum.

" Yes, Master Yoda. I'm just not sure what it was or what it means for that matter. "
Corresponded the confused Obi-Wan.

" A disturbance in the Force. " Rebutted Yoda.

" A disturbance? Do you mean...the Sith? " Beseeched Obi-Wan.

" No. For this I am certain. " Answered the Jedi Master, yet his facial expression showed no signs of relief or gratefulness.

" Well, that's good then, isn't it? " Pondered Obi-Wan, probing for more information on his troublesome Force filled feelings.

Yoda then departed the wet passage and fell into place alongside his counterpart. Shaking his small head and fixating his gaze on to the tall, gallant Jedi Knight beside him, he proceeded to answer him.
" Good, you say? A point of view that is. " Retorted the Jedi Master.

" But, Master Yoda, I don't understand. " Obi-Wan was now agitated and even more bewildered than before.

" Clear your mind, Obi-Wan. Confused you are not. " Rebuked Yoda. Then with a slow jounce he began to depart the miraculous room of vast vortexes. As he neared the end of the walkway he paused and allowed his voice to echo throughout the entire chamber.

" Long time have you known. To not see, chosen you have. "

As if a massive weight had been lifted from Obi-Wan's shoulders, he straightened his stance and robotic-like he answered, "Anakin."

" Served you well, your insights have. The path of the Chosen One, difficult will be. Choose he must. Choose he will. " Before his shadow disappeared, Yoda ended their private commune with one final commission.

" Contact him you will. To the Temple he must return. "

With Yoda's words still fresh and unblemished in his thoughts, Obi-Wan tarried a bit longer and contemplated their conversation. The dreams of the past now seemed to make perfect sense with the tremor he and Master Yoda had shared through the Force. "It's been there since he was a boy. Now he is confused, distracted -" Obi-Wan's memories howled in his mind and meshed with all that had just transpired in the room of a Thousand Fountains. " Long time have you known. To not see, chosen you have." Yoda was right! He chose not to see, blinded by the painful truth all along, he had turned a cold shoulder towards his padawan's authentic emotions, his worries, and most of all his credibility. Realizing this, there was no denying it, Anakin wasn't confused or distracted, he never was. Anakin, was in Love.

Love can Ignite the STARS.....

2006-12-19T09:13:00.000-08:00

The journey through Theed's Palace Plaza was nothing more than a view of marvels for Anakin. It was even more mesmerizing under the evening sky than during the day. The rose-gold domes of the palace buildings seemed to glimmer in the moonlight. The tranquility of the roaring falls in the distance brought forth a sense of serene peacefulness. In essence, nothing had changed.

Padme's private suite inside the elegant, cathedral-like structure, was even more soothing, for it replicated and permeated the quintessence of Naboo and her own beauty that seemed to resonate throughout the apartment. Anakin couldn't help but feel comfort here. Granted the temperature was cooler than that of his home planet, Tatooine, yet he felt contentment, a sense of welcome and familiarity; he was at home.

They had spent most of the evening enjoying the festivities that engulfed Theed's streets, with a splendid view from the seclusion of Padme's domed veranda. There they watched graceful dancers, vibrant parades, and were mystified and awed by the wonders of many magicians that filled the crowded roads of this regal city.

At the moment, Anakin watched alone. Padme' had grown tired from their travels. The journey from her parent's home to her own private residential suite had proved to be physically strenuous for Padme', and fatigue was setting in. She dismissed herself briefly from their romantic rendezvous and retreated to her bedroom in search of more comfortable attire. Anakin kept his sights on the activities down below, but couldn't escape his thoughts of intimate desires that flooded his mind. Just being alone with her was driving him wild. The scent of her perfume was alluring, her silken tousled mane was a trap of enticement, her voice was a song of seduction, and her new slightly swollen curves were causing him to hunger and crave like a primitive savage predator.

The music was loud and pleasing, yet Anakin stirred with anticipation. He didn't need to listen for footsteps or the creek of a door opening and closing. Anakin felt her presence through the Force surrounding him before she even reached the veranda. Slowly, he turned in her direction, averting his eyes from the thrilling festival and casting his view on a vision that taunted his fantasies, leaving his bodily desires to ache and throb in an uncontrollable state of longing.

Padme' had retired her delicate, weak, and tired body to a silky,shimmering, silver-blue robe. The sleeves draped at the wrists like flowing wings. The silk material cascaded over her body like a magnificent water fall and pooled at her bare feet down to the floor. The neck line plunged to the center of her cleavage, revealing her ivory soft skin between three diamond shaped openings that elegantly framed her abdomen as well. Her waist was flattered by a silver ribbon, neatly tied in a bow. Anakin focused on that point, gnawing his bottom lip for restraint, while he contemplated how to unwrap the shiny gift displayed before him.

Bewildered by his facial expressions, Padme's right brow arched with inquisitiveness. As she resumed her place beside him overlooking the crowd below, she expressed her puzzlement.

"Why are you looking at me like that? "

"What look? This is how I've always looked at you." Flirted Anakin, as he wrapped his strong, mechanical arm around her decorated waist, pulling her against him and stroking her coiled tendrils with his flesh hand.

"Yes, I suppose so. Still, you have a way of making me feel ....uncomfortable." Whispered Padme'. She was flushed from head to foot, for Padme' could be completely covered in Senatorial Regalia, but when Anakin stared at her she felt as if she were stark naked in a room full of diplomats. No one has ever made her feel so vulnerable as he did. His gaze was intense and seemed to radiate through her, claiming her as his own. She craned her head up to his and met his warm, soft lips.

" Sorry, Milady. " Murmured Anakin, against the gentle kiss. The kiss was delicate with a hint of teasing torment that soared through Anakin's arousing desires. He pressed his heated lips to hers, parting his lips against her tender sweetness and igniting a burning passion that had been dormant for far too long. Padme' felt the heat rush over her, drowning her in goose bumps as his grip tightened around her waist and his kiss engulfed her in a velvet fire. Swiftly, she pressed her hands to the leather tabards of Anakin's tunic and extinguished the roaring flames of desire.

Anakin gasped as he panted roughly above Padme's face. Anakin couldn't hide his confusion or his irritation. Her eyes were heavy with longing and yet coated in concern.

" I'm sorry, Ani'. We can't, I mean I can't....the medics say I must wait a certain amount of time before...." Padme's words trailed off as Anakin interrupted her uncomfortable explanation.

" It's Ok, Padme'. I understand." Said Anakin. As he kissed the top of her lush dark hair. She gazed up at him and wondered silently, " Do you? Do you know how much I want you in my bed right now? To rip your robes to shreds and to show you just how much I missed you, longed for you,and hungered for your touch everyday since you'd gone? "

"I'm going to retire now, come to bed?"As Padme' spoke of an innocent gesture, her tone was slightly sultry and seductive. Anakin stared at her, baffled by her suggestion. Padme' realized what she had said and how it must have sounded and immediately began to blush with embarrassment. Acknowledging Padme's uneasiness, Anakin chuckled softly and began to answer her.

"You go on ahead. I'll be there shortly."

Padme' couldn't hide her disappointment and let out a small wince.
He pulled her to him once more and nuzzled his face in her floral perfumed mane. Charmingly, he admitted to his heated awakenings that stirred restlessly within his hardened body.

"Give me some time to ...cool down. I won't be long, promise."

Padme' smiled and stroked his cheek. Anakin placed his hand over hers and pressed her palm to his lips as he caressed it with a kiss. Watching her walk down the hall to her bedroom, he couldn't help but to fixate his sights on her curving hips as they swiveled and swayed to her own seductive rhythm. He groaned in desirable agony. He needed to cool his arousing emotions, so he began discarding his clothing. Soon, he was down to only his trousers as he stepped even further out on to the veranda. Leaning over the rail, he welcomed the cool, misty air from the constant rolling waterfalls. As the minutes passed, the celebrations below had dwindled down to a distant hum and Anakin felt pleasantly numb from the frosty night chill. With a certainty that sleep should have fallen upon Padme', he began the slow walk that would lead him to her secluded bed.

The door was left open when Anakin entered the moonlit room. He approached the oval terrace that was allowing the glow to illuminate its surroundings. The view from that perching porch was mesmerizing. Standing there, one would have a perfect vision of the Grand Palace and the glorious waterfall that graced its eastern perimeter. Anakin couldn't help but to trail the silvery glow from the moonlight. As his eyes followed its path, he was captivated by the shimmers' destination. There, alone on a circular bed, was Padme'. Encased by the nights' stars was his mythical angel. Only she appeared less seraphic than he remembered. This angel that lay before him seem to stir and invoke the most intimate of forbidden temptations he had ever come to feel. The robe she wore spanned out to either side of her, revealing her legs in their entirety. They were slightly arched and joined together at the knee. Anakin felt his heart pound against his chest as he breathed deeply, taking in her aroma as it flooded his senses.

He approached the bed and sat himself in front of her naked feet. Placing the flesh of his hand around her ankle he began to gently caress her silken skin. There would be no stopping him now that he was certain. It took every ounce of the Force to restrain himself from selfishly ravaging her beautiful body in an animalistic lustful manner. By the time he had reached her knees, Padme's eyes fluttered open. To his surprise, she didn't stop him. She allowed her head to sink deeply into the feathery pillow beneath her as she welcomed Anakin's intimate touch. His mechanical fingers grazed over her knee and worked their way toward her hip, leaving white scratch marks where they had once been. Bringing himself to his knees, he gently parted her smooth legs as his hands reached for her most treasured possession and the sole center of his yearning desires.

Padme' reached for his hands and pulled herself up to meet him. She met his intense stare once again and returned it with one of her own. As her eyes looked over his newly defined chest, her long fingers traced delicate patterns over every muscle and curve. She bit at her bottom lip as her hand caressed the thickness of his thigh and its strong firmness. The war had chiseled away his boyishness and brought forth a manly physique. One she so desperately wanted to unwrap, to handle the gift that was being bestowed before her. Impulsively, she hooked her thumbs inside the waist of his trousers and tugged feverishly. Anakin was thrown a bit off balance by her aggressiveness as he straightened his posture and welcomed her curiosity.

Once she had finished discarding the garment that entrapped her present, he began to unravel his own precious gift. Though, unlike his impatient wife, he decided to relish the moment as he bowed his head to her robe. There, at her waist, he placed his lips and teeth over the satin ribbon that fastened the silky fabric covering her body. Anakin was pleased to watch her wriggle and squirm beneath him as he untangled the fancy loops that enclosed her robe. As he removed the slippery cloth from her body, his palms grazed over her supple curves and brought forth delightful cries from Padme' as she lay below him. He couldn't restrain himself any longer and lowered his body on to hers and kissed her without touching her lips. The velvet fire of his passion ignited within her, slowly at first, with long, gliding strides. Padme's cries grew louder and excited him beyond his self-control. His rhythms quickened and his strides deepened as he let go of the Force that held on to his restraints.

Everything inside Padme's isolated chambers, the frivolous ornaments that graced the elaborate shelves to the framed portraits that decked the walls, began to quiver and shake. The ornate antiques that were loosely displayed on mantles fell and shattered into tiny pieces on the floor. So entranced in their love-making, neither one took notice of the strangely uncanny phenomenon taking place around them.

As Anakin continued to release his burning passions deeper into Padme's most wanted place, he was adamant in his quest. He wanted to give her something no one else could and something only he was capable of giving. Anakin wished for the stars; he wanted them to rain down on her and bestow their eternal glow upon her every shrill of forbidden delight. As he looked into the gentle, dark ebony pools that gazed up at him, he saw them shimmer and twinkle like the thousands of systems he himself had once wished to see. They continued to shine brighter with every shriek, until both shared a cry of climactic ecstasy. As he lie there staring into her loving eyes, Anakin could swear he saw the millions of stars from the millions of systems....dance.

A Secret Love is bestowed a Silent Blessing....

2006-12-09T15:33:00.000-08:00

As the first signs of twilight appear over the distant horizon and rumbling falls, the young, passionate couple subside their intimate desires as they approach the quaint, yet humble, abode. The Naberrie homestead was modest, yet elegantly decorative, with a warm and cozy appeal to its subtle humbleness. Vast windows filled the dining area, allowing the gentle glow of the Naboo sky to light the room. The colors used throughout the home were soft and pleasing, giving off a sense of flowing calmness. Even the furniture had a homey feel, yet conservative and up to date in Theed's modern styles.

Dinner was just being served as Padme' and Anakin entered the spacious nook. Jobal and Sola were carrying bowls and platters of colorfully, delectable foods. The aroma from the unique variety of entrees was enticing. Anakin couldn't help but savor the scents that permeated the room. Jobal smiled and nodded at both of them, indicating for them to take their seats and help themselves to the bountiful spread that lay before them.

Ruwee, Padme's father, insisted that Anakin try the duck, glazed in a topatoe cream sauce. Anakin grinned with acceptance and added a rather healthy heaping to his place setting. Almost immediately after that, Ruwee passed a mug of Gralish Liqueur in front of Anakin, setting it down with a loud and heavy thump. Anakin couldn't help but to lean forward, peering into the large cup, as if to smell the liquid concoction placed before him. Ruwee smiled astutely, and let out a hearty chuckle.
" Go ahead, my boy, it'll put hair on that boyish face of yours. "

Anakin bit his tongue, refraining from his normal defensive demeanor, for this was Padme's father and he had no intentions to displease him and least of all, Padme'. Feeling a hearty swat on the back, Anakin realized that the man was just delivering some friendly banter and bringing some fun to the table.
Even though the Naberries were all for dismissing formalities, Jobal would not stand for rude, improper behaviors at her dining table and she flashed a glare in Ruwee's direction, letting him know that she disapproved of his horse-play. Then, smiling at their guest, Jobal passed another platter Anakin's way.

" Eat, eat, you must be famished. It's not like we can feed the table scraps to the R2 unit. "

Anakin smiled as he laughed at Jobal's humor and gratefully scooped another helping of sweetened yams to his plate.

" At least someone appreciates my jokes. " Proclaimed Jobal as she seated herself amongst her family at the long rectangular table.

" Dear, the boy is just being polite, now pass me some more of that duck. " Laughed Ruwee as he extended his arms.

" Fine, you can have more of that bird to go along with your foul mouth. Oh, and you my dear, get no Beebleberry pie. " Smirked Jobal.

Ruwee grimaced with a shrug, then he twitched his back and shoulders against the oblong backing of his chair. For the remainder of the meal, he was quiet and concentrated on his plate in front of him. As everyone seemed to finish, there was a small conversation going on between Padme' and Sola concerning her short stay on Naboo. As Padme' gracefully sipped her warm cup of stimcaf, she broke the news.

" I think I should spend the remainder of my brief leave outside the Palace Plaza at my apartment. My strength is almost fully restored. Besides, Anakin can help me get settled. " Padme' firmly placed her mug down on the table and folded her hands in front of her, awaiting her family's response.

Suddenly, there were multiple outbursts of conservation all at once. Mainly surrounding the three women who sat towards the far end of the table in a triangular pattern, with Jobal at the peak, leaving Padme' and Sola on either side of her. Ruwee and Anakin sat silently, both shoveling mounds of food in their mouths, so they would have a legitimate reason not to respond if called upon to intervene. Finally, Ruwee pushed himself away from the table, gesturing for Anakin to follow him outside to the front terrace that graced the secluded alley way.

Once outside, the sweet perfume of nectar and the fresh ocean breezes engulfed Anakin's senses, leaving him to feel somewhat rejuvenated. Following Ruwee's lead, Anakin sat down on a step beside the man and nervously began to twiddle his mechanical and flesh fingers.

" By the looks of things, it's worse than what I had gathered it to be."
Ruwee spoke as he nodded at Anakin's new appendage.

" Oh, this? It has nothing to do with the war. This was more of a result from a one on one negotiation. " Stammered Anakin. He was caught off guard with Ruwee's inquiry and a bit embarrassed too, as he hugged the durasteel arm closer to his body.

" Well, either way, I am grateful for you and the others who risk their lives daily to protect my loved ones, especially my Padme', for she is closer to the danger then anyone and very dear to my heart." As Ruwee spoke to Anakin, his eyes were filled with much love accompanied by a swelling of tears. Anakin could feel his emotional pain and his fatherly pride for his daughters' accomplishments.
" We are keepers of the peace. We will do what we must. " Assured Anakin.

" I prayed that someday you'd come. Still.....it's hard to let go of something so precious."
Said Ruwee, obviously no longer talking about the war and its events. Anakin locked gazes with the man, the father of his secret wife. Swallowing hard and uncomfortably, Anakin was unsure of what he was going to say next.

" It's ironic, I lost her years ago to politics, starting with the legislative program. Now I feel I am losing her all over again. " Ruwee's words echoed inside Anakin's soul, so bold yet so honest and genuine. He felt suffocated in his realization that Ruwee knew the truth; somehow, he knew. Anakin had to say something, he felt it. It was a need to divert and abort all related ideas and thoughts; immediately.

" I..I don't know...what you're talking about, Sir. The Senator has never been more devoted to her people and their ideals. " Burst Anakin, trying to stay focused on the political issues rather than personal matters.

" Don't play coy with me, young Jedi. I may be old, but I'm not blind." Smirked Ruwee, as he continued to explain his findings. " I've known since the day she brought you here. A father knows his daughter. She didn't have to say a word. I saw it in her eyes. Those bedroom eyes haven't shined so bright since...well, since she was accepted to the Legislative Youth Program. " He sniffled as he spoke, wiping away a fallen tear that had sneaked down his cheek.

" Sir, I'm a Jedi. Such things are forbidden to me, I could never...we could. There are rules that I must obey...." Anakin's words trailed off as he stammered, trying his best to explain his commitment to the Order. The harder he tried, the more nothing would come, leaving only emptiness and lies on the tip of his tongue.

" You are in love with her, aren't you? " Blurted Ruwee.

The question was so bold, throwing Anakin completely off balance. He felt his jaw tighten, as he clenched his fists, not in anger, but in astonishment. Without thinking, as if on impulse, he rose to his feet, towering over the man now sitting below him.
" I've given my life to the Jedi Order. " Anakin said slowly and sternly, meaning every word. " But I'd only give up my life for her, for Padme'."

As Anakin honestly admitted his adoration for Padme', she appeared from the elegant foyer and stepped out on to the terrace. She wore an expression of bewilderment as she approached the startled men. Anakin couldn't help but feel a wave a relief washing over him in her presence. His posture straightened and he felt buoyant once again, ready to take on the whole galaxy by himself. It was as if he were seeing her for the first time. She was positively beautiful, the most graceful creature he had ever seen. Anakin's heart raced as his breath quickened, he was so full of love and it was noticeably apparent. He hastily approached her and snatched up her luggage. Then, he stood before her, hovering only inches away from her radiant face.

" Here Milady, let me. You shouldn't be lifting that in your condition."

" Thank you, Anakin." Padme's appreciation was spoken in a confused tone and she appeared to be somewhat dazed by his carefree behavior.

" You're welcome, My Lady. " The words he spoke were normal formality procedure, but the hint beneath them, were laced in possessiveness.

Padme's jaw dropped in shock over his frivolous antics. Hoping that no one else had caught the obvious flirtatious remark, she dismissed it and lovingly hugged her father as she said her goodbyes. As the young couple departed from the family's residence, accompanied by a bleeping R2 unit, Ruwee and Jobal held each other in a tight embrace, vigilantly looking on after them.
" Do you think she'll be alright, Ruwee?"

" She couldn't be safer."

" How can you be so sure?" Queried the inquisitive Jobal.

" He's a Jedi. His loyalties lie with the Republic." Answered Ruwee. In his thoughts, he went on to say, " and his heart lies in the palms of our daughters' hands."

Love can blossom like a Rose, yet its thorns can purge its darkest Secrets...

2006-11-29T18:57:00.000-08:00

As the early evening air rolls in along the vast lakes of Naboo, it engulfs the city's inhabitants with a refreshing coolness and a sweet fragrance of flowers, permeating its gentle breezes. It truly is a remarkable and yet majestic paradise, full of vivacious splendor, from its magnificent seas to the bountiful meadows that encase this wondrous planet.

Still entranced in their own private universe, Padme' and Anakin rest their heads together and lovingly gaze into one another's eyes. The couple remains in the confines of the shadows, cast by the shuura trees lush, leafy branches. Anakin affectionately fondles Padme's silken fingers, as he cradles her soft hands in his. Gently he nuzzles them to his chiseled jaw line, then slowly and passionately he caresses her palms with his warm lips. Padme' can't help her impulsive swooning and finds herself melting, more and more to his alluring gestures. Yet she has an uneasy sensation in the very core of her stomach, filled only with sorrowful dread, leaving that empty pit to gyrate with queasiness. It didn't take her gifted husband long to realize that something else consumed her thoughts other than his seductive flirtations.

" What is it? What's wrong?" Asked Anakin. "

His query was filled with impatience and concern. He knew she wasn't well, though he didn't know its cause or the severity of its origin. Padme's hesitation only added to his anxiety.She abruptly let go of his hands, wrapping one arm around her own waist and placing her other hand firmly on her graceful neck. Padme' felt nauseous as a lump formed in her throat, making it difficult to swallow, let alone breathe.

"I don't know where to begin, or how to tell you...." Padme's words trailed off as tears pooled in her large, dark, wistful eyes. The very thought of telling Anakin that another precious life has been taken from him without his ability to contain it or control its destiny, chilled her to the bone and dimmed her soul.

"Whatever it is, I can fix it, I'm here now, you no longer have to worry, about anything." Anakin's voice was deeper and louder now, almost demanding in tone.
No matter the extremity of her illness, he would be able to remedy the infection, injury, or complication. If necessary, he would call upon the force to heal her completely.

Looking at him directly, she couldn't believe what she was hearing. She knew he loved her and only wanted to help her, but he was clueless to the severity of the situation. His whole demeanor, of being able to fix whatever was broken, left Padme' baffled and agitated.

"Ani', I'm not a speeder in need of repair. Nor am I a droid that needs to be rewired. Some times there are things that no ONE can fix!" Burst Padme'.

She knew her voice was cold and her words were harsh, yet she felt her outburst would be the only way to get her point across and through his arrogance. Even so, not a single moment after her explosive verbal lashing, did she regret it and wish to turn back in time. The look on his face alone was enough to pierce her heart and stop it from beating. She reached out to him, laying her hand along his cheek until his eyes found hers once again.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you. You're only trying to help me. I love you all the more for that, but what has happened to me cannot be mended." Padme's voice was tender and only a shy away from a whisper, laced in tears that spilled over her eyes and cascaded down her radiant face.

"I want to make you well. Let me help you? What can I do?" Anakin was desperate in his need to overcome their obstacles; it was a need to prove himself, never to fail again. He pulled her close, tightening his embrace around her, nestling his face in her lush, coiled mane. It was at that precise moment, he felt something; a distinct, all too familiar feeling, one he never wished to feel again. His insides twisted, and his blood seemed to grow cold, as he shuddered in the depths of his own fears that never ceased to haunt his soul. Everything around him seemed to move in slow motion, like something out of a dream as she began to tell him the painful truth surrounding her health. Padme's face was buried into his chest, as her soft, sobbing, and woeful voice spoke to his heart.

"My body wasn't responding to the change. I didn't even know what was happening at the time. I never even knew I was carrying our love's gift until I lost it....Anakin, I miscarried." Padme' couldn't hold her normally unfaltering poise any longer; she grew weary and collapsed in Anakin's arms in an uncontrollable state of sobs. In a brief moment of shock, he froze, holding her limp body to his paralyzed, hard exterior. Blinking feverishly, he awoke from his daze, swooping his arms under and over his mourning wife and lifting her up, resting her tightly against his chest. Next to the shuura tree, was a small, marbled and decorative bench, where he finally sat and cradled her slumped, feeble body. Averting his eyes upward, toward the heavenly skies of Naboo, he silently asked, "WHY?" How could the force not help in matters such as these? How can the force itself be found within all things and yet cannot be controlled? Then his thoughts wandered farther, to a time that seemed so long ago, to a small hut in Mos Espa. There he remembered and heard a voice, gentle, and sweet; it was singing to him. He could almost feel her strong, yet tender hands, massaging his shoulders as she sung her lullaby to ease his sorrows away. Lost within the memory, he too began to sing and sway as he did when he was wrapped in Shmi's soothing embrace.

Padme' looked up in astonishment, was this really her Ani' singing? It was beautiful! She never knew that he could sing; and so well, too. She gazed at his incredibly handsome face. It was as if he were somewhere else, in a different time perhaps, for his brilliant blue eyes were tightly shut, leaving only his long, lush, dark lashes to line the curves of their glorious frame.

As the comforting tune came to a close, Anakin returned to the here and now, only to find his wife quiet and staring up at him in amazement. Taking a minute to realize what had just happened, he blushed in embarrassment. Padme' couldn't help but to smile up at him and stroke his warm, soft, face.

"That was absolutely beautiful, Anakin. Where did you learn to sing like that?" Padme' was intrigued and captivated by this new found talent of his.

"Um...my Mother. She, well, WE always sang together. It was the one thing we could do that didn't cost us anything." Answered a very red and flustered Anakin.

"Thank you for sharing that with me. It means a lot to me." Padme' graced him with a tender kiss on his cheek as an added thank you.

No sooner did Anakin receive this precious kiss, did they hear a voice calling Padme's name, beckoning her to come inside. Looking at each other in bewilderment, they quickly shifted their bodies around, she remained seated and he stood tall, at attention. Anakin turned his sights back to Padme', he seemed to be hesitant in his movements before he continued onward toward the house. "Padme'?"

"Yes, Anakin."

"Do they know? Your family, do they know what happened?"

"No. My health records are confidential."

"What DID you tell them?"

Padme' gazed long and hard at Anakin's fretful eyes. As concerned as he was for her safety, he also worried about their secret surrounding their forbidden love.

"Appendicitis. The truth would prompt too many questions, ones I do not wish to answer, especially to my family." Answered Padme', in an almost shameful whisper.

She despised being deceitful to her family, especially about her health, for she knew how much her mother worried about her. Knowing this, and her disgustful feelings soaring through her, she knew it was time to part company and leave her family's home.

"Ani', please take me to my apartment, outside the Palace Plaza?"

"When? Now?" Anakin couldn't hide the excitement behind his voice, even though he tried to contain it.

"Tonight. Let's at least have dinner with my family, all right?" Suggested Padme'.

Anakin bowed slightly, and extended his hand to her. As she accepted his hard, mechanical hand, she rose before him, taking her place by his side.

"As you wish, Milady." Mused Anakin, as he tenderly kissed her hand and then placed it under his arm, pressing it firmly against his newly defined biceps. Padme' couldn't help but to giggle at his playful antics, for it was refreshing to laugh, at least for a little while.

Together they walked, arm in arm, and mirroring one another's steps, they strolled up the cobbled stone path to the glass veranda door. "Soon" she thought, "I'll be alone with my Love, my Ani', my Husband. "

"Possibly" she thought some more, "we might even be able to enjoy Theed's Festivities later this evening." Just the idea gave her stomach a tingling appeal, and her face showed her private joy, for it glowed, crimson and bright, just like one of the Twin Suns that graced the atmosphere of Anakin's home planet, Tatooine.

The Paths we choose, Pave our Destiny...

2006-11-16T06:17:00.000-08:00

The streets of Theed were vibrant in rich, vivid colors and the homes were decorated with lush, leafy vines, that seemed to flourish without end. Anakins' stroll was more of a swift jog, as he paved his way through the maze-like city. Normally, he would pause and soak up the scenery of this majestic paradise, but his thoughts were completely focused on something more mesmerizing; Padme'. As his pace quickened, his senses were so fixated and attuned that he could practically feel her soothing presence and smell the sweet, floral scents that perfumed her lustrous, ebony hair. He was so close to her, and yet he felt systems away, his need to hold her, to possess her, only grew with each leap toward his destination; the Naberrie homestead.

His body nearly jolted forward as he halted in the small alley outside the modest house. He was captivated by the two small, cherub girls, that played out front with an all-too familiar R2 unit. The screeching little angels recognized the Jedi immediately, and joyfully skipped over to him. They encircled him with a playful dance and a silly song, with R2 treading happily behind. Anakin blushed as he knelt down to pat the domed head of the astromech. With all the ruckus and commotion, a slender, dark-haired woman appeared on the doorstep. Anakin had to take a double look in order to decipher who this person was. Shuddering after a deep exhale, he realized it was Sola, his love's sister. Her stare was inquisitive with an added gaze of astonishment, as she vigilantly gaped in his direction.

Anakin approached the porch that perched the lovely Sola. She averted her eyes to her children and called out to them, beckoning them to come inside for supper. Then once again, she cast her sights back to the tall, strapping, young Jedi. Ever so slightly, Anakin lowered himself to a polite bow, beaming one of his charming crooked smiles her way. Sola seemed tense, as she gripped the decorative hand rail that bordered the terrace. Straightening her graceful frame, resembling her younger sister, she queried his unexpected arrival.

"Anakin Skywalker? Is there something wrong? Who sent you?" Sola spoke with such haste, that the impression of grave concern was obviously apparent. Moving closer to the elevated stoop, Anakin shook his head in assurance that no one knew of his whereabouts. Then he tilted his head up in her direction, gaining her undying attention before he answered her dubious uncertainty.

" I've come to see Padme'. Is she alright?" Whispered Anakin. Now it was he who displayed a state of anxiety.

" Padme' has been under a great deal of stress, Anakin. She's feeling better every day now. She's out back in the garden. " As Sola responded to Anakin's question, his facial expressions and bodily demeanor changed drastically. He appeared as if he were having difficulty swallowing the confirmation of this news. As he shuffled off toward the rear of the house, he glanced once more at Sola and nodded his head, showing his appreciation for her kindness.

As he turned the corner, he was captivated by the seraphic vision that engulfed his view. The gardens were lush and bountiful as it surrounded the entire estate. As serene as nature was to a force-connected soul, nothing was more tranquil than the angel that stood still in the thick of it. There, next to a shuura tree, dressed in an elegant day gown, shimmering like a silvery moon and cascading in soft lace, was the radiant Padme'. Her hair glistened like silk, as the coiled locks draped over her shoulders and flowed down her back, framing her waist. Anakin was breathless as he stood paralyzed by this beautiful fantasy displayed before him. He watched as R2 rolled out into the yard and bleeped frantically at his mistress. Padme' knelt down to the little droid as if to reason with it like a mother would to her child. Within an instant, her attention was diverted from her chirping messenger to the tall, gallant, and archaic figure that held his stance in an unswerving devotion some ten feet away. Slowly, Padme' rose to full height and gazed at her visitor in disbelief. Was it all a dream or could it possibly be her love, her husband, her Ani that had found his way back to her? As he eased forward in her direction, Padme' realized she was no longer dreaming of this day to come. For Anakin was truly there, and she was only moments away from drowning within his robust embrace.

Her whole body trembled with anticipation as he scurried towards her. Before she could even move in his direction, she was whirling around in a daze. Anakin had swooped her up into his strong arms, dangling her legs above the soft grass as he spun her around the garden. Once the spinning stopped, she was showered in tender kisses, as her body still hovered over the blooming greens that covered Naboo's grounds. Gently, he placed her down on the leafy terrain, continuing with his affectionate kisses, longing for the sweetness of her lips to meet with his.

" I've missed you Padme'. " Whispered Anakin, between kisses, as he breathlessly spoke of his loneliness and desires.

" I couldn't bear your screams any longer. I had to be sure you were all right. I've missed you so much. " Anakin's voice deepened with every word he uttered, his heart raced as his senses drank in her enticing aroma, intoxicating him more and more with every kiss. Soon, Padme' had forgotten all that she had wanted to tell him, all that she had suffered and been through. All that mattered was their embrace. This bittersweet moment of intimacy seemed to stop the galaxy from spinning on axles. Lost in the web of desire, Padme' succumbed to Anakin's allurement. She lead him by his steel mechanical hand to the opposite side of the shuura tree where they could be hidden from wandering eyes. Slyly, Anakin smiled down at his beloved wife and delicately pressed his strong, firm body on to hers, pinning her against the tree. Both seemed to be gasping for air as their chests molded together. Gazing into each others eyes, he lowered his head to hers, just barely touching Padme's soft, voluptuous lips to his.

" How did you find me? " Questioned Padme' in a raspy voice.

" I sensed your presence, like I always have. " Replied Anakin as he gently caressed his full lips against hers.

" I've been so lonely, Anakin. " Padme' whispered ever so softly as she seductively placed her fingers between his utility belt and his leather tunic, pulling him even closer toward her body.

" My every thought has been of you, of us, together in each others arms. " Finally, she reached up and tenderly kissed his lower lip. Anakin could no longer resist her, he surrendered to the kiss and welcomed it with his own. Laying both of his hands on either side of her flawless face, he deepened his kiss with the parting of his strong lips engulfing hers and quenching his thirst for her sweetness. Moaning in ecstasy, their universe was once again perfect, as their forbidden love flourished like the gardens that surrounded them; vastly prolific and purely blissful.

Echoes of the Past......

2006-11-03T09:57:00.000-08:00

Surrounded by the bleak blackness of space, a large Republic Cruiser is making it's way through the Tobali System and heading for Coruscant. Aboard this large vessel are the remains of two squadrons, consisting mainly of cloned troopers and an elite few Jedi Knights. Alone in a cargo hall, one Jedi works feverishly to repair his Jedi starfighter. The Delta 7 Aethersprite has suffered some minor damages, yet its owner tinkers with the malfunctions with tedious precision.

As Anakin submerges himself within the confines of physical labor, his thoughts wander, leaving him in a state of unpalatable concern. For a standard week, he had been haunted by screams of his beloved wife calling to him. While everyone else on board finds sleep, Anakin is consumed by the agonizing fear of Padme's shrilling cries. In order to maintain his sanity, he engulfs himself into his second love, the Azure Angel.

Anakin tweaks and preps all of his customized modifications along with the repairs that are needed in order for his fighter to be fully operational. While engrossed in his work, he is unaware of a presence that stands before him. Suddenly, he is diverted from his activities by an exaggerated cough. Anakin pushes his feet off the steel platform floor and rolls out on his creeper to meet his unexpected visitor.

"Master?" Asks Anakin, bewildered by his presence.

"Anakin, it's late. You should be asleep by now." Obi-wan yawned, trying his best to stay awake and focused on the conversation.

"I have a few more things to finish up here. You go on ahead. I'll be along shortly." As Anakin spoke, he quickly rolled back under the craft and returned to his repairs.

"You can't sleep, can you?" Obi-wan asked in a muffled, sympathetic voice. Anakin remained quiet and continued with his work, grunting and groaning with every strain.

"You've been having visions again, haven't you?" Asked Obi-wan, as he shuffled his feet and paced alongside of the starfighter. Whether or not he was having premonitions, something was indeed troubling him.

"No. It's nothing, really." Lied Anakin, trying to change the subject. Though, he knew that would not be an easy task, especially with Obi-wan's exasperating persistence.

"Nothing? For the past several days, you have been walking around here dazed, like a drunken insomniac!" Shouted an annoyed Obi-wan. He was getting tired of his apprentice's new secret demeanor.
Anakin rolled out once more from underneath the craft, sitting upon the creeper and staring at his Master. Running his fingers through his short, wavy, sandy blonde hair, he bowed his head, gazing aimlessly at his boots.

"There is something I must do. I'm not going to Coruscant with you, Master." Anakin's voice was stern, he was not asking for permission, with or without authorization, he was leaving.

"Not going? What the blazes are you talking about?" Obi-wan shouted his query.

"We have a lay over of three days before our next assigned campaign. I will return in time. I promise, Master." Anakin now stood before his Master, with a painful look of determination. Obi-wan rubbed a hand over his tired eyes, he knew no matter what, nothing could change the young man's mind. He fixated his sights on Anakin's intense, piercing, blue eyes and saw the emptiness of a sorrowful soul. Obi-wan could not bear the boys' hurt any longer; he would let him go.

Obi-wan nodded his weary head in acceptance. Anakin was astonished and flashed a crooked smile at his Master. In a dash, he gathered his things and cleaned his work space. With a Jedi leap, he was on top of the right wing of his craft. Tossing his parcel in the cockpit, he turned to face his Master. Anakin bowed slightly, tilting his head in gratitude before hopping into the seat of his starfighter. The necessary codes for clearance were granted and the Azure Angel, with all it's splendor and glory, throttled to life. Within a blink of an eye, it vanished into the dense darkness of space.

Anakin sighed in a short-lived relief. He had escaped a lengthy and painstaking discussion with Obi-wan, but he hadn't freed himself from the apprehensive truth behind Padme's chilling screams, beckoning him to come to her aid. Just the thought was enough to fuel his zeal as he set the coordinates for the planet Naboo. Once everything was set, he returned his concentration back to Padme'. How he missed her, longing for her irresistible softness and silken embrace, only to have these desirable dreams destroyed by the haunting echoes of her agonizing shrieks of immense pain. So many horrifying memories of his mother's face blurred his vision, he would not allow another love to suffer such a fate again.

Blinking furiously, he took a deep breath, regaining what composure he could. Scouring his thoughts, he began to remember her vividly, dressed in white lace standing before him, with the sunset gleaming behind her. She truly was an Angel, belonging to the legendary moons of "Iego," and she was his. As he visualized their sacred wedding day, his heart called out to her.

" My love, please hear me. I've heard your cries, I've felt your pain, and tasted your tears. No longer will you have to endure your suffering alone. I'm on my way to you, my love, my everything. Nothing can stop me from returning to you; nothing ever will. You are all I'll ever need. For the Force created you for me, though there are those who deny this to be. You and I will love forever. It is my path and our destiny."

The Bitterness of war

2006-10-24T20:10:00.000-07:00

War spreads through the galaxy; for most, life goes on. Then there are the few that spend what seems to be an eternity, indulged in military issues and political propaganda. For them, time stands still and has the bitter taste of a beverage gone stagnant. For these are perilous times, no one is safe, and the death tolls of the innocent climb with every bat of an eye; it is the horrid reality, the bitterness of war.

Nearly two months have passed since the first campaign was issued by the Republic. The Senate has congregated daily since the battle broke ground, and had yet to cease its diligence to find a peaceful negotiation to end this brutal war.

As Senator Amidala finishes her daily tributes to the war, she leaves her office and her political persona behind. Once she is safely inside her private confines of her apartment, Padme' finally releases a well - needed sigh of relief. It has been a little more than six weeks, since Anakin left for the campaign in the Tobali System. For Padme', every single day that passed seemed to be an equivalent to a standard month time. Her heart ached for some word of his well being, every day was pure torture as she awaited for the dreaded disk that listed the names of those killed in battle. This was a mandatory procedure amongst the Senators, it kept them aware of the numbers lost and furthered their actions to find a quicker resolution for peace.

Padme' put the datapad aside and walked to her bedroom window. Night had fallen and covered the sky in blackness. Only blinking specs of flickering light shone bright across the vast skyline. Though the view was breathtaking, the constant twinkle only added to Padme's throbbing migraine. Placing one hand firmly on her brow, she could sense that she was with fever. Sighing once more, she tugged at her snug corset. Over the past weeks, not only had her headaches grown, but so had her petite figure. The crushed red velvet of her tightly laced bustier seemed to be worn at the seems. There had been no time to exercise the body or the mind, for every moment was spent on the war, not to mention the Galactic Funding as well. To purchase new garments was out of the question and impossible; she would have to make do with the ensembles she already had.

Shrugging off her self pity, Padme' once again lifted the datapad and sat herself at the edge of her bed. Inserting the disk, she took a deep breath and began to scan and scroll through the alphabetical list. Only tears filled her dark, large and usually inquisitive eyes. Though at this moment, there was no contentment for query; only sadness with a glimmer of hope. As she neared the S's her heart nearly jumped; he was alive.

Tossing the pad on the bed, she stood up and walked over to her vanity. There she opened an elaborate jewelry box, its decorative carvings were richly painted in shimmering silvers and gleaming golds. Inside was something more valuable than the riches or splendor of jewels. Just a single, transparent piece of parchment graced its interior. This was all she had of her husband, besides the jappor snipet that encircled her neck. These were the reminders, both bittersweet and prominently painful in her vivid memory. As she grasped the pendant in one hand, she held tightly to the letter in the other. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she read the words she knew by heart, for she had made it a nightly ritual to read them ever since he left.

" My every thought is of you. My every breath is of your essence. Every word I utter will be laced with your name. Every time my heart beats, a vision of your beautiful face will flash before me. You are, to me, the reason for my sole existence; I love you. Wait for me, I will come back. Always, I promise you."
Anakin

As her jagged breath leaves her fatigued body, she is compelled to sit and rest. Slumping down into her vanitys elegantly styled, matching chair, she is stricken with immense pain surging through her abdominal region. Staring at her reflection in the mirror, she is horrified by her pallid appearance. Placing her hands upon her lap, she is overcome with fear. Lifting her hands to her face, she grows faint over the sight of her red palms.Surely, this is just a dream or an ill-figment of her over-worked imagination. " No." she softly whispers as she gets up to search for help. Struck by harsh reality of the severity of her pain, Padme' falls to the plush, purple carpeting of her room. Reaching out with her arms, grating at the floor with her fingernails, she screams in horror "Help Me! Dorme'! Please, help me!!" As her eyes begin to flutter shut and complete darkness starts to consume her, she echoes one more time,
" Help me....please...Anakin! "

Haunted by Love's First Kiss......

2006-10-12T09:50:00.000-07:00

As the morning light illuminated through the blackness of night, Anakin sat at an elegant vanity. He was writing a letter of love and sorrow on a delicate piece of scented stationery. His mechanical hand was entangled in his short sandy blonde hair, grating at it as he feverishly jotted down his words on the transparent parchment. Averting his eyes upward, he caught the glimpse of a beatific reflection in the oval framed mirror. The image was mesmerizing, for Padme's blissful beauty was so seraphic that she resembled an angel. Anakin shuddered in sadness looking upon her peaceful sleep. How could he wake her from her pleasant dreams to bring her sorrow and heartbreak? No, he wouldn't. He would allow her to drift away upon her happiness and continue along with her serene slumber.

Anakin forced himself to rise from the chair, his legs were heavy as he trudged over to Padme's bedside. Every breath he took was fiercely jagged and caused his shoulders to tremble and shake. He was in agony. Abandoning her was heart wrenching and leaving him emotionally on the brink of madness. As the early dawn rays seeped through the blinds of the bedroom window, Anakin quickly buried his conflict deep beneath his fragile surface. Reaching over her, he gently laid the delicate note on the pillow next to Padme'. As he did, the aroma of her sweet perfume saturated his senses. Lowering his face to hers, Anakin tenderly kissed her brow. Quickly, he rose and used the Force to compose himself. With Jedi agility, he ran, leaving the premises of 500 Republica, with only a memory of the past echoing in his painful thoughts.
"Go Ani. Never look back."

He ran, swift and nimble, as if he were floating above the firmness below him. Restraining himself from personal grief, he grew buoyant and focused on his impending mission. The Temple halls seemed crowded with bustling Jedi Knights reporting for duty or to the Counsel. As he ran, he neared his destination; his private bunker. Slowing his pace to a quick stroll, he entered the clearance code. The door slid open and Anakin stepped inside, removing his hood and bearing his identity, he quickly stood aside and activated the locking mechanism. Facing the steel frame of the door, he felt uneasy; something was odd and disturbingly suspicious. It was a presence he felt within his room, familiar, though uninvited. Without even turning around for an ocular inspection, he announced the unexpected guest in crude greeting.

"I take it I'm late, once again, Master." Mocked Anakin as he rolled his eyes and smirked smugly at his paternal mentor; Obi-wan Kenobi.

"Must we retort to these basic exercises, Anakin, or shall we move onto more conducive lessons?" Obi-wan reproached Anakin's display of undisciplined demeanor in a tone resembling that of an authoritative figure.

"That depends; are you here to lesson me or to take me with you to the Tobali System and lead the Campaign?" Asked Anakin, standing tall, with a cocky expression on his face.

"It's your attitude that needs instruction, Anakin. Come now, gather your things, we need to report to the landing dock for departure." Instructed Obi-wan, as he turned toward the doorway. Anakin slumped his shoulders as he nodded his head, surrendering himself to disciplined obedience. He shuffled into his small closet and retrieved a clean ensemble of robes. Once he finished, he grabbed his small pack and swung it over his shoulder.

As they dispersed out into the grand corridor of the Temple, both seemed to shun the other's company. Neither one said a word over the voluminous tapping of their heavy boots. Annoyed by this, Obi-wan reached his arm out to Anakin's shoulder causing him to slow his pace to a complete halt.

"Master?" Asked Anakin.

"Look Anakin, I'm sorry for my somewhat scolding behavior back there, but you must realize, you are my apprentice. Which means, I am responsible for your whereabouts at all times." Explained Obi-wan.

"I'm not a little boy anymore, Master. When will you be able to accept that I have grown up?" Questioned Anakin in an agitated tone.
"When you stop acting like one!" Shouted Obi-wan. Not as soon as he did, did Obi-wan regret his demeanor with his young apprentice. Placing both hands on Anakin's shoulders, Anakin was forced to face his Master.

"Anakin, I realize you are no longer a child. I have known this for some time now. Perhaps this is why we struggle in our roles as Master and Apprentice? " Smiled Obi-wan, as he stated his query, as a fact more than a question.

"I'm sorry, Master. Are you agreeing with me?" Questioned Anakin in astonishment.

"In a manner of speaking, yes, I think I am. Just don't get ahead of yourself. I still need to know your comings and goings." Proposed Obi-wan.

Anakin, once again felt the restraints of the Order's restrictions confining him from his ambitions and desires. He had no choice in the matter. Reluctantly, he gave up and nodded in understanding. Once again, the two drifted off into an uncomfortable silence as they neared their destination. As they walked side by side, Anakin's thoughts wandered to the magnificent tower of the grand building 500 Republica. In his mind, a vision of the peaceful angelic form of Padme' was as vibrant as the morning sky, shining above him. Staring out at her Senatorial Suite, he was stricken with heart ache. He felt cheated and dejected from his precious moments with Padme'. As he breathed raggedly with sorrow for his beloved wife, Obi-wan looked on in curious wonder.

"You find comfort with Senator Amidala, don't you Anakin?" Asked Obi-wan, even though he already knew the answer to his query.

" Yes. I .....always have. " Responded Anakin. He found it pointless to deny such an accusation. Anakin knew he couldn't hide his true feelings for her, but he would protect hers, and their undying love, from harm or discovery.

"I suppose the whole galaxy feels this way, as you do. She poses herself as the Mother of Democracy." Agreed Obi-wan, as he proceeded up the ramp to board the Republic Cruiser.

Anakin paused a moment longer, allowing his sights to linger upon the panoramic view of Padme's elaborate balcony. Hoping she had read his letter, could hear his thoughts or feel the love that surrounded his tormented soul, he thought, "I love you like only little children can love something already used and see it as anew. I love you like the love of a family, sharing good times, even though I have known so few. For with you is where my heart belongs, like red on a rose.....I love you, Padme'."

Forbidden Love.....Chapter 15

2006-10-04T08:10:00.000-07:00

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.

Forbidden Love Chapter 14

2006-09-20T20:18:00.000-07:00

Senator Padme' Amidala; wife of Anakin Skywalker

Entering the elongated corridor of the Senate Building, Padme' couldn't help but feel strangely nauseated by the lavish blood red carpeting and tapestries that engulfed every spec of it's elaborated floors and walls. This new sensation of queasiness was bizarre, for the halls of the Senate Building had always brought a wave of comfort and security to the brave and well poised Senator. It was as if Padme' was looking upon this monumental building for the very first time as it filled her soul with sorrow and dread. Placing her hands on her hips and caressing the hilt of the lightsaber still intact to her holster, a refreshing sensation of strength and confidence washed over her shuddering soul; rejuvenating her natural essence of strong will.

Standing alongside the smooth silver finish of the steel door leading to Palpatine's private office was his loyal Representative, Mas Amedda. His body was completely motionless as he stood attentive outside the Chancellor's quarters. The horn-like tentacles on top of the Chagian's head seemed to twitch, like feelers in search of prey.Padme' knew him well enough to not ask questions and he would in turn do the same. As Mas Amedda acknowledged her presence along with Captain Typho and Dorme', he stepped aside and gestured a nod in welcome.

" You are expected, Senator Amidala. You may see the Chancellor now. " Announced the Chagian as he lead Padme' into the large, ornate oval office. Padme' gracefully swayed inside the Chancellor's antiqued private quarters without faltering or baring her true feelings of uneasiness. The Chancellor greeted the Senator and her small convoy of entrusted colleagues by meeting them in the center of his vast office. His smile was cunning and yet bared a slight sincerity of delight over Padme's well being.

" Senator Amidala, welcome. What a relief to see you well and unharmed. " Palpatine spoke with such suavity that even the most distinguished dignitary would feel subdued by his elegance. As regal as Padme' was she would not follow suit, she would remain diligent and dilute his dashing words of comfort.

" I thank you for your concern Chancellor Palpatine, though I am more concerned as to why you have called me back to the Capital? " Padme' spoke with a formality resembling that of the Queen she once was, lashing out her question in a demeaning tone allowing those within ears reach to comprehend that she would not be belittled.

" Of course Milady. I will get to that....in a moment. May I just say that you look wonderful! Absolutely stunning....a vision my dear Lady. Tell me, are you wearing......Jedi Robes? " Palpatine's flattery was sincere as always when paying his compliments to Padme' . Even his bewilderment seemed honest as he stared at her with pursed lips.

" Yes. It would appear so. Chancellor Palpatine, please, I implore you...tell me why you have requested my return? " Padme' was becoming agitated with this frivolous and petty discussion. She strolled over to the oval window and peered out aimlessly at the skyline, trying to keep her focus on the impending information the Chancellor was keeping from her.

Walking over to join her, Palpatine paused directly behind her looking over Padme's shoulder to peer out at Coruscant's bustling city. He was uncomfortably close to her and yet Padme's poise remained free from faltering.

" Milady, the Senate has met its match with this outbreak of war amongst the systems that are separating from the Republic. I fear Democracy is at a total loss....UNLESS someone can suggest an alternative to the fighting with success. " His words lashed out like a lightsaber spearing straight through her posterior and exiting her abdomen. Padme' continued to stare out at the skyline, fixating her sights on one building in particular; the Jedi Temple. Keeping her poise and feeling her confidence fuel her soul once more, she made a hasty suggestion.

"What if negotiations could still be implemented? We could send a Representative of the Senate to lead a campaign alongside the Jedi, accompanied by the Troops for protection. " Padme's idea was more of a plan than a well constructed query.

" I suppose it could be explored. Though I doubt I know of any such Representative who would support such a radical motion as this. " Responded Palpatine.

" Chancellor, I wasn't implying that you ask for support from the Senate. I was thinking along the lines of a Volunteer. " Stated the adamant Padme'.

" My dear Lady, come to your senses....which Senator would even ponder such an expedition? " Palpatine's question was so debonair that his words made Padme's face go pallid with nauseousness upon answering.

" Chancellor Palpatine, I will lead a Diplomatic Campaign to any of the separating systems. There must be a few that show signs of hope that negotiations can be reached through civility rather than war." Padme's response was definitely well worth the contemplation of the Senate and she knew the Chancellor would not abandon her suggestion. After a brief moment of discussion it was decided it would be motioned within the upcoming Senate Briefing and lead by Senator Amidala. She would then in turn volunteer herself for the position of Representative of the Galactic Senate. This meeting that would take place within the Senate Rotunda was immediately postponed until the following morning due to this sudden change of procedures. As both politicians were bidding their formal farewells an uncomfortable occurrence of personal emotions was exposed.

" Again Milady, thank you for seeing me on such short notice. Please give my regards to.....Anakin Skywalker. You DO plan on seeing him before he is deployed tomorrow morning....don't you? " Palpatine's question was odd and perversely bold. These types of accusations were unheard of amongst the politicians for any kind of personal leaks to the media would be exploited.

Padme's face flushed as red as the carpets that covered Palpatine's office. She was paralyzed and dazed over the question at hand as she contemplated her relationship with Anakin and the Chancellor's inquiry pertaining to it. The silence between his query and her response was uncomfortably long and obvious. She mustered what she could and hoped it was coherent enough to sustain him from continual prying on such personal information.

" Chancellor, I beg your pardon. Anakin Skywalker's future mandates and campaigns are of no concern to the Senate. He has been relieved of his duties concerning my securities. If the circumstances arise... I will be sure to inform him of your salutations." Padme' was impressed with herself for stating her response without a single stammer or breath of hesitation. With that she was escorted from the office and made her way to her apartment at 500 Republica. As Palpatine watched the lovely Senator take leave, he silently took pleasure over his private meeting with Padme'. Smiling wryly, he softly cackled to himself with an overwhelming joy of personal victory.

Towering above the Galactic cities of Coruscant was the spectacular skyscraper of the Ambassadorial Sector that housed the most prestigious Senators; 500 Republica. On top of one of the buildings' towers was the Penthouse Suite of Senator Amidala. She resided in one of the largest and most luxurious apartments throughout the entire estate.

Padme' was leaning peacefully against the large marble pillar that formed the entrance way to the veranda leading out from the elaborate lounging area. She had removed herself from the confines of the Jedi Robes and was attired in a more mobile, yet revealing, ensemble. Her lounging robe was made from a very sheer gauze-like material, primarily white in color. It was loosely belted, revealing her flesh completely down to her lower abdomen. Beneath the robe she wore a satin undergarment that barely concealed the most private areas of Padme's lower proportions. Padme' relaxed, allowing the breezes to cool her from the uneasiness of the prior discussions she had with Chancellor Palpatine. Closing her eyes and breathing deeply she wrapped her arms behind her, hugging the enormous pillar that supported her body.The air was refreshingly cool, leaving her skin in goose bumps as she shivered in delight, welcoming the tingling sensations which soared through her entire body.

While Padme' privately enjoyed her seclusion, an undetected presence was lurking and secretly indulging in gratification over the view of her enjoyment. Anakin had snatched a moment away from his Jedi restrictions and ventured off in hopes of catching Padme' alone in her apartment. He had been watching her and waiting for the right moment to reveal himself and approach her. Anakin moved swiftly without a sound as he stood before her. While her eyes were still closed he lowered his head to hers, brushing his lips against the chilled flesh of Padme's neck. As she gasped Anakin pressed the palm of his flesh hand over her mouth to muffle her screams. He did this in order to avoid drawing attention to themselves. Once their eyes met and Anakin was able to attain Padme's full attention he removed his hand from her lips.

" Shh....it's alright. I just had to see you. " whispered Anakin. " Ani'? What are you doing here? It's the middle of the afternoon. You are gonna get us both caught. " responded Padme' as she wrapped her arms around Anakin's neck.

" What? Aren't you happy to see me? " chuckled Anakin. Padme' lifted her eyes to his and couldn't hold back her laugh. Smiling at him, she fell back on to the pillar and met his gaze. The look he gave was all to familiar, for it reminded her of the moment she first met him on Tatooine. When Padme' gazed at the little boy, she met the eyes of a man. His stare back then was just as intense as it was this very moment. Only now his eyes wandered from hers in order to scale her body in its' entirety. Once he completed this task he returned to her gaze and looked upon her with satisfaction. Moving himself forward he leaned his mechanical hand on the pillar just above Padme's head. Taking another step into her private space he wrapped his flesh hand around her waist forcing her into him.

" Are we....alone?" Breathed Anakin, as he pressed his lips to Padme's ear in a seductive, yet delicate, kiss. Padme' shuddered as she nodded her head in assurance of their seclusion. Anakin felt the release of his tension as he pressed his firm exterior against Padme's soft, petite body. Staring at each other, feeling the warmth of their breath on one another's face was intoxicating. Anakin couldn't wait another moment, he had to taste her sweetness and surround himself within her softness. This was their moment and he would not waste a precious minute of it not relishing within it. He delivered a kiss of passion that was received by forbidden loves' desires and drifted into a familiar descent of erotic bliss. As the winds encased them, their private words of love and lust were hushed to soft murmurs. Their hands struggled against the fabric that barricaded the flesh they both so desperately craved to touch. Finally, Anakin was able to embrace Padme's body securely between himself and the firmness of the pillar. Supporting her body against his own, he allowed his love to empower his desires and bring forth his passions to satisfy both of their cravings for intimate indulgence. Together they indulged in loves' desires, igniting a flame that would forever burn and light the path toward eternal love.

Forbidden Love Chapter 13...Coruscant

2006-09-12T06:42:00.000-07:00

Realities of the Capital & Secrets of the City

The Coruscant sky was shimmering with a silver lining cascading throughout the city. Towering above the cold firm permacrete of the landing platform of the Jedi Temple were the highly decorated and most elaborated skyscrapers that architecture had to offer throughout the entire galaxy. Only the finest pieces of art, latest models of building structures, and the most advanced technologies were found here, at the Republic's Capital. Every fixture and building that covered this spectacle of a planet seemed to sparkle in the forever gleaming lights of this boisterous city. Even a Jedi could go unnoticed here, for the residents of Coruscant were too manic and self absorbed in their own lifestyles to acknowled such things.

Standing in the middle of the luminously lit platform was a lone Jedi Knight, wrapped entirely in a brown cloak casting his sights on the morning sky. His gaze was more of a trance, so fixated that he could easily be mistaken for a statue or monument. Patiently he waited, showing no signs of anxiety, anticipation, or tension.....for he was calm, at peace with the Force.

Unfortunately, for one to reach complete serenity one must be in the appropriate environment and a landing platform was no such place. Loud and heavy footsteps echoed from behind the Jedi Knight causing his concentration to break as he turned in the direction of the disturbance. Approaching him was a man attired in security garb and accompanied by a beautiful woman dressed in formal regalia. He recognized the couple immediately as Captain Typho of the Naboo Royal Security and Lady Dorme' a trusted handmaiden of Senator Amidala's staff. Their pace was swift as they neared the landing dock, all the while holding their gaze on the Jedi.

"Master Kenobi, any sign of them?" asked the concerned and over protective Captain.

"No, nothing of visual assurance, though I sense they are near." answered Obi-wan in a calm almost monotone voice, never once averting his eyes from the Coruscant sky. The oddly elite group stood together awaiting the arrival of a specific republic cruiser, hoping for it to port on Coruscant without a dangerous intrusion. As the couple accompanied Obi-wan they also gazed into the morning sky, looking for a glimmer or glance of the awaited transport. Soon there was a shift in the winds and a rumble of thunderous clatter surrounding the three companions. Through the heavy traffic that filled the sky a spec of shimmering light shone brightly, paving a path towards the landing dock.

"Ah, you see Captain, nothing to worry about. " Smirked Obi-wan as he pointed out the arriving vessel admitting that his senses had once again prevailed victorious.

" Yes, but forgive me Master Kenobi....the transports' arrival is late. " groaned Captain Typho, for the Senator had a schedule to keep and this delay only added confusion to her other engagements.

" Punctuality has never been my pupil's strong point Captain Typho. Nonetheless, they are here. Better late than never." chuckled Obi-wan as he shrugged off the Captain's smug remark. Though he joked at Anakin's late arrival, he wasn't at all amused by the blunt vocalization of this flaw. Obi-wan hoped that this lateness would not become an ongoing habit with his padawan. As he contemplated Anakin's faults, the transport was touching down on the landing platform. As Captain Typho and Dorme' backed away from the large cruiser, Obi-wan held his stance and awaited patiently. Soon the thunderous hum of the engines was silenced as the ramp was lowered onto the hard permacrete landing. A small group of troopers exited the vessel and stood at attention once they reached the floor of the dock. Obi-wan's gaze was fixated on the opened hatch of the cruiser as a small and slender frame came into view. He couldn't help the slip of his jaw as he gaped at the young beautiful Senator. Dressed in Jedi robes, Obi-wan was startled by her appearance, disguised as a Jedi, used as a decoy and issued no less by his padawan. For once Obi-wan looked upon Senator Amidala and acknowledged her beauty. He had always known her to be beautiful, as Queen she was every bit the elegant beauty displayed in the latest fashions of Naboo. Now standing before him outfitted in the Jedi garb, he truly felt and understood the *awe* that aroused all within Senator Amidala's presence.

Obi-wan's thoughts shifted from the lovely Senator to his apprentice who trailed closely behind. Anakin's closeness was carefully analyzed by Obi-wan. He sensed something odd and it was strongly unsettling. He knew that look, in fact he recognized most of Anakin's facial expressions and knew them well. Though this look of protection went beyond the norm for Anakin. As Obi-wan realized its significance his insides began to gyrate, giving him a queasy sensation. Anakin's look of protection resembled one of ownership, as if the Senator were a prize to be won and all who challenged him would be avenged for doing so. It was forbidden for Anakin to feel such emotions. For the Senator was nothing more than an assignment, a mission ordered by the Council and approved by the Chancellor.

Dismissing his thoughts, Obi-wan motioned to his other companions to come forward and greet their arriving colleagues. As Padme' flowed down the ramp she embraced the woman who had dedicated her life to insure her safety. While the women clung to one another in greeting, Obi-wan approached his young apprentice with a warm welcome in relief of his safe return to coruscant. Firmly he embraced Anakin with a stern pat on his back, releasing him quickly from his grasp in order to look upon him with pride. Both Master and apprentice exchanged looks of appreciation for one another then returned their focus on the Senator and her company.

" Milady, we should disperse quickly. Danger maybe still lurking. I do not wish to take any chances. " Ordered Captain Typho as he placed his hand on Padme's back motioning for her to take leave from the landing dock.

" You're right Captain. Do you have a transport standing by? "Questioned Padme' as she pulled her hood over her head concealing her identity.

" Of course Milady, the Chancellor is waiting for you. He has requested your presence upon your return. " Announced Typho. Padme' couldn't conceal her inquisitiveness as her eyebrow arched in astonishment over this news. For the briefing was scheduled for this afternoon, what could he possibly want to discuss with her beforehand? She was irritated and a bit nervous concerning the short notice of this private engagement.

"Understood, let's not keep Chancellor Palpatine waiting. Ready my transport and take me to the senate building. " Instructed Padme' as she turned and faced the two robed Jedi, patiently standing in a protective stance surrounding her. She cast a glance at both with a nod, allowing her stare to linger in Anakin's direction for just a sheer moment longer. She hoped Obi-wan didn't take notice as her eyes spoke of silent love for Anakin. It pained her to see Anakin look away from her, his frustration was all she could see and it was unbearable. Being a politician had it's advantages, for she was a master at disguising her emotions. She was able to appear dignified with a blank emotionless face in front of her protectors. Obi-wan bowed as a gesture of respect as he bid farewell to Padme', nudging his companion to do the same.

"I'm happy to see you are safe once again, Milady. We will not hold you up any longer, for I understand you have a schedule to keep. " As always Obi-wan spoke with his ever so proper Coruscant accent and his natural talent for formality.

"Thank you, Master Kenobi. " Responded Padme' focusing her attention on Anakin as she spoke.

"Be safe Milady. I hope you remain out of harms way. " Anakin's voice was shaky as he forced himself to say anything that would form a sound. Coherent or not, he had to say something. His eyes expressed a sadness of loneliness and a longing for loves' desires. Still within her presence he already missed her and impatiently awaited their next private moment together.

"Thank you Anakin. I'm sure our paths will cross again. I will never forget your dedication to my safety. If there is anything you ever need do not hesitate to call on me, for it is the least I can do for you....Anakin Skywalker. " As Padme' spoke of non personal matters through her political formalities, her eyes spoke of an eternal love; a love so deep that she would carry it within her heart and it would follow him to the furthest systems of the galaxy. For no matter where he was, he would forever be her beloved husband, the man she desired. Anakin Skywalker was the burning flame within her heart, the eternal embers of an unconditional love that would not only heat the galaxy but eventually heal it as well.

Viago Angel's Forbidden Love Chapter 12

2006-09-01T08:35:00.000-07:00

Many Things Will Change When We Reach The Capital
but My LOVE for You will Remain

* Attention Supreme Chancellor Palpatine *
The Naboo Clergy has sent the following certified
Records and Dealings of Civilian Affairs upon
your request.
Case # 220010 NSOGS
* Official Marriage Certification *
Miss Padme’ Naberrie, daughter of Ruwee’
and Jobal Naberrie and resident of Naboo has legally
documented a marriage union with Anakin Skywalker
a resident of Coruscant Family- listed as DECEASED
No further information was given.

Reclining in his throne like chair, Chancellor Palpatine swirled around to face the vast window and peer out amongst the morning skyline of Coruscant. Carefully he placed the document back into the sleeve of the large envelope, creasing the freshly open seal for a secure closure. Pleased with the information placed firmly within his grasp he grinned wryly and continued to stare aimlessly at the bustling traffic of Coruscant’s marvelous city.
A ringing yet irritating chime interrupted his thoughts as he swirled around once more to face his sleek desk and answer the intercom. " Yes Mas Amedda, what is it? "
" My Lord, Commander Skywalker’s transport is due to arrive within 1 hour. " answered the loyal representative Mas Amedda.
" Very good. Make sure that Senator Amidala reports to me shortly after arrival. Notify Captain Typho of this arrangement immediately. " Ordered the Chancellor.
" Of course My Lord. " assured the loyal assistant.

As the transmission ended Palpatine returned to his soothing yet pleasant thoughts. Once more grinning in an appalling yet devious manner, Palpatine swirled his chair around in order to cast his sights upon the panorama view of Coruscant’s skyline.
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Alone in one of the modest sleeping quarters aboard the Republic cruiser, rested the weary Senator Amidala. She was tucked away in a corner, wrapped up in her brown earthy toned jedi garb. As the transport rattled and swayed upon entering Coruscant’s atmosphere she remained undisturbed and continued on with her sleep. Standing before her crouched fetal body was her protector, her love, Anakin Skywalker. He stood there just gazing upon her peacefulness. To disrupt such blissful beauty would be an act of sin, at least from Anakin’s point of view. So he waited patiently just enjoying his private view and awaiting for an approval code allowing clearance to land the cruiser.

As the thrusters once again charged to full throttle, the gyration of the transport jolted Padme’ to a frenzied gasp. Anakin knelt down beside her placing his mechanical hand on her shoulder, calmly he nodded his head in assurance of their safety.
" It’s alright. Just firing up the engines, we’re entering Coruscant’s atmosphere. "
Smiled Anakin with nothing but confidence within his strong voice.

Padme’ gazed at her love and returned a warm smile and released a shuddering exhale of nerves. Nodding her head in comprehension of Anakin’s explanation, she stood up and rearranged her garments for proper jedi appearance. Patting herself and smoothing out the fabric from embedded creases and wrinkles she stood at attention facing Anakin. He couldn’t help but cover his mouth with his durasteel hand to try his best to conceal his laugh at such a display of formality. Padme’ embraced his teasing laugh and responded with her own infectious giggles. It was a well deserved release of tension and nervous anticipation for them both.
Looking out the small porthole of the cruiser the couple cast their sights on the glorious yet audacious capital of the Galactic Senate, the planet Coruscant. It was a swirl of endless light, giving off an ora of hope and everlasting life. Taking in the view, Anakin drew Padme’ against him surrounding himself within the sweet fragrance of her essence. His heart was aching knowing that their time together was coming to an end. With their impending separation only moments away Anakin tried to focus on the here and now. Relishing within Padme’s embrace, her presence, to just be.....together.

" Many things will change once we leave this transport Anakin. " Padme’s voice was barely a whisper when she spoke, holding back the tears that nearly spilled over her large inquisitive brown eyes. " Just remember, no matter what transpires on the landing dock .....I love you. " Padme’ stammered as she spoke and the tears impearled her soft cheeks with impeccable radiance.

" It doesn’t have to be this way Padme’. " Once again Anakin hinted toward leaving the jedi ways behind him. He was sincere in his words but, ultimately left the choice up to Padme’. As thoughts whirled around in her head of living a normal life of honest love, she quickly wiped them away as fast as she conjured them up. Yes they would be happy, but for how long? As years would come to pass would he regret his choice and ultimately her? She couldn’t, she wouldn’t allow him to throw away all those years of training, studying to become a jedi knight. It is what he wanted, what his mother had only dreamed he would become, a jedi. It was a privilege, a gift.
One she would not take away for her own personal gratifications. She loved him too much and would sacrifice her own happiness for his accomplishments.

" No. I will not let you give up on everything you have worked for. Besides, the order needs you now. "

" Padme’, this is not about them. It’s about US." Anakin’s tone was agitated, he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. She totally disregarded what he said and protected his relationship with the order over their marriage. Was it not important to her? No. He knew that was not possible, she was protecting him. Her selflessness was honorable, though right now he didn’t want her to be honorable or selfless. Anakin wanted them to be selfish and choose their LOVE over everything else that the galaxy had to offer them.

" The Republic needs US right now. We owe it to ourselves to defend them and their rights, we owe it to Democracy. We can do it together. " As Padme’ finished her political plea, she closed her statement with a positive unity. Hoping it would sustain Anakin’s intentions of withdrawal from his teachings. She approached him closely now and placed her soft hand upon his taught jaw line, bringing his face toward hers. Leaning into him and brushing her soft lips tenderly across his, Anakin melted into it and gave himself completely to her seductive kiss. As it consumed him, he quickly forgot all that was said and all he wanted to say. So entranced by their infectious passions that neither heard or respondedto the call on the intercom, nor did they care.

Lost within their forbidden love, Padme’s thoughts lingered upon Anakin’s proposal of living a life of normalcy. How she longed for this to be so. She knew it was not possible now for this to become their reality, though she hoped......"Someday their world may bend and the fighting will cease ....for their LOVE will know no end...."

Viago Angel's Sw Fan-Fiction Forbidden Love

2006-08-25T10:11:00.000-07:00

Leaving Naboo & Concealing their Love

CHAPTER 11

A hazy ray of light colored in blushing pink and melon orange was rising over the rustling water falls and the distant horizon, bringing forth the signs of morning to the city of Theed. The security of night betrayed them by vanishing the protective blanket of darkness into a vibrant revelation of inferiority and discovery. All parties gathered on the landing platform were well aware of these circumstances and proceeded with their duties with grave caution and agile haste. A safe and yet swift departure was of the upmost importance to all assigned to the mission at hand.

An assembly of five clones were in the company of Captain Panaka as a small fleet of Naboo’s Royal Security stood attentive only a few feet away from their leader. Approaching the vast landing platform were two robed beings, human in form, one of male gender and the other was female. The congregated group of security soldiers barricaded the peculiar pair of robed strangers. With an odd gesture from the mysterious hooded male and a quick flick of his wrist the fleet quickly backed away and allowed the couple passage onto the landing.

Without hesitation the assembly of clones and Captain Panaka turned and stood at attention, acknowledging the arrival of their guests. “Commander Skywalker, right on schedule. “ commented the captain as he bowed with respect and approval over Anakin’s leadership.

“ I see things are in order. Do we have clearance for departure? “ asked Anakin as he returned the respectful gesture of a bow in Panaka’s direction.

“ You have clearance, depart when ready Commander. “ answered Captain Panaka with a voice filled with confidence. Anakin nodded in approval and placed the palm of his hand on his female companion’s back leading her onto the lowered loading ramp of the transport. She immediately followed his physical order and moved along without hesitation. As she proceeded to board she was intervened by another’s hand grasping firmly to her forearm. This jolted the woman from her trance and looked upon the face of her awakener. It was the Captain of the Queen’s Royal Security that had stopped her from boarding the ramp.

“ Safe journey, Milady. “ whispered the Captain as he gazed at his former Queen with concern and respect. Padme’ nodded and smiled slightly with her simple elegance giving him assurance that she would indeed be safe. This interception only took seconds to unfold, but for the two old confidants time seemed to stand still for that brief moment. Continuing onward, Padme’ climbed aboard the elevated ramp and into the cruiser. There she found herself surrounded by a dozen more cloned troops, all busy at their assigned stations preparing for departure. So preoccupied within their duties not one of them even noticed her presence or that anyone had boarded their transport. Padme’ looked over her shoulder and saw Anakin strolling up the ramp to join her, with a pair of droids following faithfully behind him.“ Sir! Commander! Stop! “ shouted a masked cloned soldier running up alongside Anakin trying to engage his attention. Swiftly Anakin whirled around to face the soldier. The clone was covered in white armor with Yellow markings upon his right shoulder ranking his status amongst the others.

“ What is it? “ commented Anakin in an agitated tone. He stood firm with his arms crossed over his chest revealing his annoyance over the delay and waste of crucial time.

“ The droids, do you have clearance for them? “ Asked the armored soldier. Anakin’s appearance was full of exasperation over such trifle procedures. “ No need for codes, they are gifts for a Senator residing on Coruscant. “ Explained Anakin in a statement leaving no room for further discussion. Now making his way up the ramp, Anakin and the droids met up with Padme’ who had already settled in. Once on board Anakin found himself again bombarded with trivial and unnecessary questions.

"Commander Skywalker, do you have anything to declare? “ Asked the pilot of the Republic Cruiser. “ Just the droids. “ replied Anakin as he motioned for Padme’ to secure Artoo and Seethreepio to the ship. Using straps that resembled belts, Padme quickly fastened them into place for the duration of their travel.

“ Any precious cargo Sir? “ Asked the pilot. Anakin once again placed his hand firmly on Padme’s back pushing her forward. “ Her. She must reach the Capital unharmed. She is OUR precious Cargo, protect her at all costs....nothing else aboard is of importance. Is that understood? “ Ordered Anakin. All the clones who were busy at their stations turned and faced their Commanding officer and replied in unison “ Understood Commander. “ Anakin responded with a nod of approval and gave the order to depart Naboo and set the coordinates for Coruscant. As the thrusters blazed to life the transport jolted and jerked as it embarked into the air. The gyrating turbulence knocked Padme’ off balance as she scrambled across the steel platform of the floor looking for support. Reaching above her she intertwined her hands and wrists into the noose of the hanging support straps. Her body swung in and out as her legs dangled out into the air. The transport flaps were still open allowing Padme’s body to swing in out, appearing as though she were weightless. Suddenly she felt an arm wrap around her waist pulling her body into the confinements of the ship. Soon she could feel the hardness of a body molding into her posterior. The torso of this body was all too familiar as she recognized it without clarification of sight. Still holding on to the straps above her, Padme felt the warmth of lips upon her right ear. She closed her eyes as the soothing voice drowned out the humming of engines surrounding her. “ I got you, you won’t fall this time.”

Padme’ couldn’t resist, she turned her face to meet Anakin’s lips. Brushing her lips against his, Padme’ initiated the kiss. Anakin pulled her body closer to his as his arm slid from her waist falling to her hips. His flesh hand sprawled over her flat abdomen just barely crossing the private barrier of her soft pelvis. As their kiss grew deeply passionate so did Anakin’s caress. Her muffled moans only excited Anakin all the more. To add to his growing arousal, Padme’ dropped her right hand and placed it on top of his. Squeezing his hand she encouraged his intimate caress to continue leaving Anakin breathless. Every motion of Anakin’s erotic caress left Padme’ gripping his hand tighter and tighter. At this point the kiss was wildly passionate and deeply intimate, leaving them dazed, confused, and mesmerized by desire. He struggled against the fabric that separated him from the flesh he so desperately craved to touch. Their surroundings only added to the exhilaration of their public passions. For the clones seemed unaware of such physical behavior and payed no attention to the estrange couple entangled in a provocative embrace. If you would like to read the other 1o chapters please go to http://viago.redgallows.com