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Forbidden Longing	By : PyramidHead316 Category: Star Wars (All) > General Views: 4286 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 13
- 14
- 15
Chapter 14: Meetings and Warnings
Darth Sidious stood by the view in the Chancellor’s office, looking out over the cityscape.
He was alone for the next few hours, with no appointments to attend to. Getting an appointment with the Supreme Chancellor was getting increasingly difficult as the days went by. Whether you were a senator, the ruler of a planet, or a lobbyist trying to buy his support for a new cause, the Chancellor had made it clear that he alone would decide who had the privilege to talk to him.
It was an intentionally crippling policy on his part. In the old days before his rule, sycophants and rivals would line the Chancellor’s appointment book by the dozens. They would appeal to and threaten the Chancellor in an attempt to persuade them to support their motives. Driven by greed and delusions of power, they would whittle away at the Chancellor’s resolve until they finally persuaded him or her to their side. Many times this came at the expense of the Chancellors’ own credibility. Valorum was particularly prone to this, becoming nothing more than a joke of a ruler: spineless, weak, and ineffectual to promote change in the Senate.
Not Palpatine. Although he appeared as a humble servant of the people when he first came to office, as the years went by it became clear that Palpatine was a man forged of durasteel. He would not be corrupted or bought off like so many had before him, and he would not be twisted into doing anything he didn’t want to do. Unfortunately, that went both ways. Attempts by Palpatine to end the corruption in the Senate were met with failure at every turn, reminding him that even a strong Chancellor could only do so much.
Or so everyone thought. In truth, Palpatine was fully aware of their machinations and sordid dealings with the various trading guilds and crime organizations. Indeed, not only was he aware of them, he was influencing and manipulating them at every turn. His agents were scattered over the galaxy, informing him and receiving orders on how to turn things to their advantage. No one operated on a major scale in the galactic dejarik board without him knowing about it. And when the war broke out to everyone’s horror, it quickly became apparent that Palpatine not merely a strong-willed leader. He was far more than that. He was a pillar on the foundations of the Republic, and nothing happened without him authorizing it.
Which was why so many senators were outraged at the lost opportunities to talk to him. For those corrupt senators who thought they could manipulate him the same way they did his predecessors, this signaled the end of their dreams of power over the Chancellor. They weren’t the only ones who suffered, though. To the Loyalists’ chagrin, that applied to them as well. Senators with delusions of restoring the grand Republic to its former grandness found their efforts thwarted as well. Palpatine was not interested in going to the past, and he blatantly let them know by not giving up his emergency powers. They knew it was a game, that he had no intention of ever giving up those powers.
And yet they continued to pester him, making the most of the rare occasions when he deemed it fit to talk to them. No doubt they hoped to change his mind gradually; that if they gnawed at his resolve long enough, he would eventually accede to their demands. Too bad for them, Palpatine knew what they were going to say before they ever approached his office, and he had no desire to listen to their pitiful claims of democracy. It was funny, really. Despite how many hints he gave them, they simply didn’t get the joke.
They had already lost the Republic. They were just too stupid to realize it.
The senators thought they still had the power in their Senate. Fools. Everyone in the Senate was his servant, whether they knew it or not. Willingly or unwillingly, they all bowed to him. They were ants in a nest, and he was a god dictating their every move.
But Palpatine was not omniscient. He could not be aware of every little thing happening around him, and he neither could he predict every single turn the path they walked on might take. Fate had certainly thrown him a huge twist with this one.
He was still shocked that something like this could happen. Against all odds, the vaunted Obi-Wan Kenobi had developed an attachment to his old Padawan and proceeded to act on that attachment in the most repugnant way possible. It was mind-boggling, to think the famed “Negotiator” of the Jedi Council was capable of such brutality.
Palpatine didn’t like surprises. He preferred to be in control of events happening around him as much as possible. And this was no mere surprise, but a veritable upheaval of the events he had anticipated. The future had changed, more than he ever could have imagined. No longer was Anakin the Sith in training destined to become his greatest apprentice ever. Obi-Wan had attacked him head on, and in doing so, destroyed the raging fire Palpatine had worked so hard to build in the boy. He was all but useless to the Sith Lord now, too deep in self pity to be anything more than a passable dark agent. It was time to search for a new apprentice, and Palpatine knew just the one.
For now that he knew what had transpired between Skywalker and his Master, Palpatine knew for certain what was happening to Kenobi. Obi-Wan was turning, losing himself in his anger as he gave himself over to his most based desires. As difficult as that was to believe, it was the truth. It would not be long before Kenobi reached that inevitable turning point: to embrace the darkness building inside him, or to reject the deeper power and risk losing everything when his newfound personality was discovered by the Council. All he needed was a push in the right direction, and the Chancellor intended to provide him one.
Palpatine headed towards the secret chamber in his office. It was in times like these when his real self emerged from beneath the shell of Supreme Chancellor. It didn’t matter that he remained in the guise of Chancellor for most of the time. Darth Sidious bled through the surface, tainting the light of the benevolent old man to such a point that had someone outside his followers been standing right in front of him, they would not have recognized him as their Chancellor. Palpatine was warm and humble, welcoming despite his subtle condescension. Sidious was cold and harsh, with piercing eyes that drilled into your very soul, like the winter breeze of nightfall on Hoth.
Palpatine was his birth name, and one he used proudly, but it was Sidious who was his real identity, more than anything the people knew as the Chancellor could ever be. And that was why he relished the opportunity to let Sidious loose when he was alone, up until the moment when he donned his treasured Sith robes.
Now clad in the traditional Sith garb, Sidious activated the transmitter in his chamber. Fate had deemed fit to throw a huge wrench into his plans with recent events. Now it was time to use that occurrence to his advantage. He had to regain control.
An image of a largely mechanical being appeared on the holoprojector.
“General Grievous,” Sidious regarded him.
“My Lord,” Grievous bowed, “what brings you to contact me?”
“There is a Jedi coming for you, General. He has been sent to destroy you by whatever means necessary,” Sidious said.
Grievous let out a brief chortle. “I will crush him like the insect he is.”
Sidious took on a disapproving stare. “A word of warning, General. Do not underestimate him. He is a worthy opponent.”
“I’m sure he is,” Grievous said.
“This is no time for games! I know of your penchant for taunting the Jedi before you kill them. That is not a chance we can afford to take with this one,” Sidious scolded him.
“Do you know of his identity, my Lord?”
“Yes. Obi-Wan Kenobi, of the Jedi Council.”
“Ah. General Kenobi…the Negotiator,” Grievous said, seemingly contemplating that.
“That is not his only skill. He is a master swordsman, and he has much improved since Tyranus last engaged him in battle.”
“And what about Skywalker? Is his loyal partner going to be with him?”
“No, Skywalker is…indisposed at the moment,” Sidious replied.
“So it is just Kenobi this time…”
“Be that as it may, I want you to be cautious. Do not forget that we are dealing with one of the most accomplished Jedi from their order.” Sidious’ eyes burned into his minion.
“Show him no mercy,” the Dark Lord ordered swiftly.
“Understood.” Grievous bowed and cut the transmission.
Sidious smiled in the darkness. The Jedi Master now had a ferocious battle on his hands, waiting for him on Utapau. If Obi-Wan wanted to defeat this adversary, he would have to utilize every weapon in his arsenal…
Including his anger.
Yes…he would push Obi-Wan to the breaking point. And then, the Jedi would be his. He was disappointed he had lost the Chosen One’s potential, but he would have to make do. If he couldn’t have the Padawan, then the Master would do just fine.
~*~
The speeder parked in front of the large country home. Dorme turned and glanced at the young couple in the back.
“We’ll take your things to Varykino and come back for you in a couple hours, milady,” she said.
“Thank you Dorme,” Padme replied, as she glanced at her husband.
“Are you sure about this, Ani? We don’t have to do this if it’s too early for you,” she said.
“They have to know, angel. They have to know that Obi-Wan is dangerous in case he comes looking for me…which he will. Maybe we don’t have to tell them everything, but they need to know how unhinged my Master has become. And they deserve to know about us now that it is no longer a secret. You deserve for them to know too,” Anakin replied.
Padme felt her heart flutter. No matter how wounded or hurt he was, he still always thought about her. It was one of the many things she loved about him. The young couple got out of the speeder and joined hands, as they walked to the front door.
It took a few moments for someone to answer. The door opened to reveal Jobal Naberrie, Padme’s beautiful and gracious mother. She was immediately surprised to see her youngest daughter and the tall, sandy haired young man she recognized from two years ago.
“Padme?”
“Hello, Mother,” Padme smiled.
“Come in, come in,” Jobal ushered her inside. “Everybody, Padme’s here!” she announced to the others, beside herself with excitement. It wasn’t often her youngest daughter dropped by for a visit.
“Oh, it’s so wonderful to have you home, darling!” Jobal exclaimed, as she enveloped her daughter in a firm embrace. Padme’s sister and father soon arrived to greet her.
“Welcome home, baby sister,” Sola said, hugging her too.
“Hello sweetheart,” Ruwee said, as he was next in line to hug her. Once the greetings were over, they noticed Anakin quietly standing behind her.
“I see you’ve brought your Jedi friend again. Are you in danger again, dear?” Jobal asked, hoping it wasn’t so. It was bad enough they barely got to see her. The last thing she wanted was for her to have to deal with more of those awful assassination attempts. Jobal didn’t understand how anybody could threaten Padme’s life, when she did so much good for the galaxy.
“No, Mother. Anakin is not here as my protector this time. He is here…as my husband,” Padme stated calmly, taking Anakin’s hand in her own. There was a note of silence as everyone took on a shocked expression.
“What?!” Ruwee exclaimed.
“Husband?!” Jobal questioned.
“I knew it!” Sola blurted out. The other two glanced at her, prompting her to wilt under their stern gazes.
“Please, calm down and we’ll explain,” Padme said. The three Naberries sat down on the sofa, while Anakin and Padme sat across from them.
“Padme, you got married and didn’t tell us?” Jobal asked, sounding slightly hurt.
“I’m sorry Mother, but we had no choice. Anakin and I fell in love when he was protecting me. We tried to fight it, but it became very clear to us that fighting it would only make us miserable. After the battle of Geonosis, we married in secret at Varykino and have been hiding it ever since,” Padme said.
“Then why tell us now?” Ruwee asked.
“Because I have left the Jedi Order, sir,” Anakin answered.
“And I have resigned my position in the Senate,” Padme added.
“You left that job?” Jobal asked, a ray of hope in her voice.
“Yes Mother. Anakin and I wish to settle down to a quiet life together,” Padme responded.
“It’s wonderful that you’ve finally left that life, sweetheart. But why? You both must have a reason for leaving now,” Ruwee said. Anakin and Padme shared a glance.
“Yes, we do, Dad,” Padme replied.
Sola couldn’t help herself. “Are you pregnant?!” she exclaimed.
“No!” Padme said in exasperation. What was it with Sola and wanting her to have kids? She decided to indulge her just this once, smiling softly at her husband.
“Though, we hope to have children someday,” Padme said, as Anakin smiled back at her. It wasn’t hard for the Naberries to see the love in their eyes, as the couple gazed at each other fondly.
“So, what is the reason, honey?” Jobal asked. Padme sighed deeply.
“We left because…it was in Anakin’s best interest. His Master, Obi-Wan Kenobi, found out about our relationship when he spied on us one night. He was very angry and threatened to expose us to the Council, effectively having us forced apart. But I talked to him and convinced him to keep our secret. Little did I know, he was using what he knew about us to blackmail Anakin into doing whatever he wanted. Anakin obeyed him, because Obi-Wan threatened to kill me if he didn’t. Obi-Wan has changed and is no long the good man he once was. Anakin suffered through Obi-Wan’s torture to protect me and now I am protecting him,” Padme said.
“But…what about the Jedi Council? Surely they would not let him continue such conduct,” Ruwee said.
“They do not know. It would be my word against his and they would believe him without a second thought,” Anakin answered.
“Why?” Sola asked curiously.
“Because I’ve always been a rebel among their ranks. I never adhered to the Code as strictly as they wanted. Obi-Wan did, which was why they gave him a position on the Council in the first place,” Anakin explained.
“Anakin’s right. I have already informed the Queen that we must be notified immediately, should he come to Naboo. He may come here, but you must not tell him of our whereabouts, nor must you believe anything he says. He will do anything he can to get Anakin under his control again,” Padme pleaded to them.
“Just what kinds of things did Obi-Wan do to you?” Sola asked in concern. Ruwee watched as the color drained from the young man’s face. Anakin’s eyes became haunted with a pain that told of unspeakable acts. Something horrific had happened to him, that much Ruwee could tell. His eyes told the story and he’d experience whatever this horrible torture was to protect his little girl. That was more than good enough in Ruwee’s book.
“I don’t think we should make Anakin talk about it if he’s not ready. We will take their word. This Obi-Wan Kenobi will get nothing from us, honey,” Ruwee said.
“Thank you, Dad,” Padme replied.
“Yes, thank you, sir,” Anakin replied.
“You obviously suffered through something terrible, son. And you did it to protect my little girl. That’s more than a father can ever ask for,” Ruwee said. Anakin was floored. He was not used to such acceptance.
“Thank you sir, I am honored that you accept me,” Anakin said humbly.
“Well, now that this is all settled, let’s have dinner,” Jobal said, as they all stood up. Jobal surprised Anakin by hugging him and Sola did as well.
“Welcome to the family, brother,” Sola said.
“Thanks, Sola,” Anakin replied shyly.
“Your family is wonderful, Padme,” Anakin told her.
“I know. And now, they’re your family too, sweetheart,” she replied, placing a soft kiss on his lips. After a quiet moment together, they joined their family in the dining area. At dinner, Anakin met Sola’s husband Darred and his and Padme’s nieces, Ryoo and Pooja. Dinner was delightful and almost made Anakin forget about his Master, who was out there, possible plotting a way to capture him…almost.
A few hours later, Dorme and Typho returned, and took the young couple to the marina. The former Senator and her husband boarded the ferry that would take them home to the Lake Country.
~*~
After hours spent in hyperspace, Obi-Wan arrived in the Utapau system. He had taken several shortcuts to ensure he arrived ahead hours of schedule. The clones were wary of his idea, as was the captain of the Star Destroyer accompanying him. Shortcuts in the hyperspace routes were nothing to joke around with. But Obi-Wan was adamant about the idea, and so they had no choice but to carry out his orders.
Little did they suspect Obi-Wan’s suggestion had nothing to do with catching the Separatists by surprise. Although their enemy made for a nice cover story, the Jedi’s motives were purely personal. The sooner he finished this task, the sooner he could get back to Coruscant to deal with the situation there.
The plan was for Obi-Wan to go down to the planet alone, at first, to make it seem like the Republic had only sent one agent on a scouting mission. Since the main goal of the Jedi was to capture General Grievous, it would not be unusual for them to send someone to search him out first, before bringing in the troops. While their general visited the planet, the clones and their ship were hidden on the dark side of Utapau’s moon, rendering them impervious to the Separatists’ sensors. Obi-Wan would speak with the leader of Utapau. He would discreetly inquire about the situation, before setting out to find the Separatists’ point of operations on the planet. Once he ascertained their location, he would word to the troops to begin their ground assault.
Part of the ruse included Obi-Wan programming his starfighter to return to the larger ship on auto-pilot, to make it appear as though he was no longer on the surface. By the time the Separatists realized Kenobi was still on Utapau, and the clones were right behind him, it would be too late for them to prepare for the ambush.
Overall, it was a fairly solid plan. The Jedi only hoped it worked as well as it sounded in his head. Putting any thoughts of Anakin out of his head, he focused solely on the mission awaiting him. He had a job to do.
Tion Medon was already waiting for him on the landing pad. The Port Administrator stood an imposing two meters tall, with lined gray skin and sunken black eyes. He looked every bit as intimidating as Grievous himself. Nonetheless, he welcomed the Jedi warmly.
“Greetings, young Jedi,” Medon greeted him cordially, accompanied by two of his aides.
“Greetings, Master Administrator,” Obi-Wan bowed. He had chosen Pau City to land and begin his investigation at. As the sole spaceport on Utapau, it was the logical choice for a Separatist command center. He had a hunch that was where he’d find Grievous.
“What brings you to our humble world?” Medon asked.
“I think you know, sir. The war,” Obi-Wan replied.
“There is no war here, Master Jedi. Not unless you brought it yourself,” Medon stated.
“Is that so?”
“Of course. We are a peaceful planet, Master Jedi,” Medon replied. He hesitated a moment’s time. When he was certain no one was listening in, he leaned in closer to Kenobi.
“We are being held hostage. Tenth level,” he hissed at Obi-Wan.
Obi-Wan nodded. “I understand. Help is on the way. If you have warriors, now is the time,” he told the Pau’an. And with that, he set off on his search to find the elusive General Grievous and destroy him.
Tion Medon watched as he sent the starfighter into the atmosphere with some trepidation. He had heard about the famous General Kenobi from the HoloNet transmissions, and the man before him certainly fit the physical description. He had to say he was disappointed. He had expected someone a little less formal, a little more open to his people’s need for assurance. There was something about the Jedi Master that was a little bit off. It was almost a hint of coldness, except that Medon had no idea who it could be directed at. Certainly not his people; it wasn’t their fault that the Separatists had invaded. The Separatists? Perhaps. There was no way to tell. Medon was just taken aback by the almost indifferent attitude displayed by the Jedi. He expected someone like Kenobi to be more compassionate, as per befitting the Negotiator’s reputation.
But then again, this was a serious situation they were dealing with. Perhaps Kenobi was reacting to the tension that had taken hold. He hoped that was all. If the Jedi failed in his mission, the consequences would be grave for Utapau. Medon would almost certainly be interrogated. If that happened, and the Separatists decided he had called for help against their specific warnings, he would not live to see the aftermath.
Neither would the rest of his people.
Medon sighed heavily, shoulders strained with a burden no one should have to bear. All he could do was leave it in the hands of the Jedi, and pray the Jedi knew what he was doing.
~*~
“You’re mine…you’ll never escape me…”
Anakin awoke with a start, as he felt someone shaking him.
“Ani…we’re here. You fell asleep, baby. Are you okay?” she asked him. He blinked a few times, trying to focus his vision on his beautiful wife’s face. They were aboard the ferry and he had dozed off, only to be assaulted by flashes of Obi-Wan’s sick intentions for him. He had blocked his Master a great deal, but he found that he still had flashes of sadistic imagery without warning, particularly if he fell asleep. Whether they were coming from Obi-Wan or Anakin’s own mind, Anakin didn’t know. Probably a mixture of both. Not that it mattered. They were always disturbing, making him want to avoid sleeping altogether.
He forced a smile for her and stood up, stretching his long arms and legs.
“I’m fine, angel…” he said, as Obi-Wan’s words still echoed in his mind. Padme didn’t really look convinced, but she accepted it nonetheless as they docked. Anakin stepped off and helped her off. He was assaulted again with memories, but these were wonderful ones that he treasured more than anything. He remembered their first time here together. He was the shy, but brave Padawan with an insatiable crush on the beautiful Senator he’d been charged to guard. He made advances and she tried her best to thwart him, though she wanted him as badly as he wanted her…maybe more.
They slowly walked to the balcony where they’d shared their first kiss. Padme smiled at him as they looked out over the moonlit lake.
“Are you remembering our first kiss?” she asked. Anakin responded with a genuine smile.
“Yes,” he replied. Padme got a playful look on her face.
“Well…if you kiss me now, I promise not to push you away like last time,” she teased. He smirked and leaned in to capture her lips with his own. The soft, gentle kiss grew deep and passionate, as they found themselves wrapped in each other’s arms. She smiled and led him inside. It was late, and they soon retired to the bedroom…
~*~
He watched her brush her hair, in awe of her beauty. She wore a lovely light blue nightgown that fit her curves perfectly. He wondered at times what good he had done to deserve her. She smiled seductively at him before setting her hairbrush down and climbing into bed.
“Come to bed, Ani,” she beckoned. He smiled at her, his eyes memorizing this vision of her, before he climbed in beside her. She snuggled into his arms, resting her head against his bare chest, as he kissed the top of her head. She heard him sigh and looked up at him.
“Are you sure you’re all right, Ani?” she asked. He smiled at her.
“I’m holding you. Of course I’m all right,” he assured her. She leaned in and pressed her lips to his and soon felt her husband’s tongue tracing her bottom lip. An excited thrill traveled up her spine, as she eagerly opened to him. Anakin tilted his head as he slid his tongue along her own, kissing her deeply. She moaned pleasurably as he moved his lips over hers, welcoming his protective weight over her as Anakin soon moved down her neck.
“Mmm…Ani…” she gasped, as she felt his hands traveling under her nightgown. She writhed against his touch, as he inched up her nightgown. She eagerly lifted her arms and let him pull the silky gown over her head, leaving her completely exposed beneath him. She kissed him hungrily as his hands rolled her breasts and fondled them.
“Oh Ani…” she moaned, feeling his hardness pressing against her thigh. She writhed against him, pure ecstasy etched on her features, as she fumbled with the drawstring on his sleep pants. Moaning in satisfaction, she wrapped her hand around his thick length, gripping him firmly as he pulsed in her hand. Anakin’s hands slid along her hips, savoring her flawless skin as she squeezed him. Suddenly, there was a flash in his memory. He remembered his Master’s oppressive weight over him, holding him in a similar fashion, basking in the glow of Anakin’s fear. He shook the memory away and resumed kissing down Padme’s abdomen.
Suddenly, another flash: the fire burning in his lower body as he was taken violently against his will. He shook it away again and resumed his attention on his wife. Her beautiful body beckoned him, moist pink flesh shining with desire for him.
“Ohhh…Anakin…” she moaned, as she felt the tip of his gorgeous sex at her entrance. Just as he was about to enter her, there was another burst of memory.
He was face down on the bed again, his hips burning with unimaginable pain as his Master raped him with a viciousness he’d never known. The pain seared itself into his memory, as he was broken and shattered by the man he loved like a brother. Without warning, he pulled up and away from Padme, startling her with his abruptness. Suddenly he felt incredibly vulnerable. He…he felt oppressed and exposed…wanting nothing more than to get away from this…this frightening level of intimacy. The moment passed, but the damage was done. He sat on the edge of the bed and buried his face in his hands. He was trembling, subtly yet noticeably, and he soon broke out in a cold sweat.
Padme was scared by the change in him, and how quickly it happened too. “Anakin? Baby, what’s wrong?” she asked.
“I’m sorry, Padme…I’m sorry, I can’t get it out of my head,” he said, too ashamed to look at her. Padme wrapped the bed sheet around her nude body and put a hand on his shoulder.
“Ani, if this is too soon, then we’ll stop. We’ll wait until you’re completely ready,” she said, kissing him on the cheek. Anakin vehemently shook his head.
“No, it’s not fair to you!” he said sternly.
“Sweetheart, I’m fine,” Padme assured him. But Anakin wasn’t convinced.
“I’m a pathetic excuse for a husband. I can’t even make love to my own wife!” he cried in frustration, loathing every bit of himself at the moment.
“Don’t say that Ani.”
“But it’s true! What kind of man lets someone do this to him?” Anakin demanded.
“That’s not fair. You didn’t ‘let him do this to you’. You tried to fight him,” Padme argued.
“And I failed. Face it Padme, I’m not the man you thought I was,” Anakin said, once again shielding his face with his hands. He swiped them angrily against his eyes, feeling the sting of tears blurring his vision. “I’m a coward,” he muttered.
“No, you’re not!” Padme snapped. She had finally had enough. Her tone softened as she tried to reach her husband in this dark, lonesome place.
“That’s not true, Anakin. You’re a wonderful husband. You’ve been through a horrible ordeal and you suffered a lot at the hands of that monster. Don’t you dare blame yourself! None of this is your fault. You hear me?” she asked. Anakin looked at her.
“I wish I could believe that,” he said.
“Believe it. You’re still healing from this experience, my love. This isn’t something you get past overnight. But eventually, you and I will be ready to make love again,” Padme stated, “when the time is right.”
Anakin was overwhelmed by his angel’s insight. What had he ever done to deserve such an incredible, understanding woman? “I don’t deserve you,” he said.
“Stop that. It’s not true and you know it. Do not let him make you feel this way,” she told him.
“But I want to make love to you,” Anakin insisted.
“I know you do. Believe me, I want you to love me like that as well. But I will not push you until you are completely ready. I’m satisfied just being in your arms, Anakin. I am thrilled that there will be no more long separation between us. I am ecstatic that there will be no more cold nights where I cry myself to sleep, because I know not whether you are alive or dead,” Padme said, meaning every word of it. She was happy beyond words that her Ani was finally home for good. No more war, no more sleepless nights worrying about what happened to him. Just the two of them together on Naboo, living a quiet, simple life…
“Now, let’s just go to sleep. Tomorrow is another day.”
“I’m afraid to sleep. Sometimes he’s there, and I’m at his mercy,” Anakin stated, as he lay down next to her.
“But they are dreams…nothing more. And when you wake up, I will be here to kiss them away. Come here, my love. Let me hold you. I’ll keep him away; I know I can.”
He took her up on that offer and snuggled against her side. She rested his head protectively between her breasts, while she soothingly stroked his hair. The soft beat of her heart and the feel of her fingers running through his hair slowly lulled him into a deep sleep. Once he was out, Padme felt free to release just a touch of anger.
“I swear, with the Force as my witness, that I’ll discharge a blaster between your eyes if I ever see you near him again, Obi-Wan Kenobi,” she said quietly, before finally letting the realm of sleep claim her.
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