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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 17: Overcoming the Past
“Meeting adjourned,” Mace Windu announced. One by one, the Jedi Masters filed out of the Council chamber. They each went their separate ways, some of them going to run errands, others going to practice in the Temple’s various sparring rooms. Shaak Ti and Yoda hung towards the back, watching as the other Masters departed. They were each too in shock to leave the hallway immediately.
Eventually the former decided some words were in order. Shaak Ti caught up to Yoda before he went too far.
“We have to talk.”
Yoda looked at her. A solemn nod of his head indicated his agreement.
They walked silently alongside each other, Yoda waiting patiently while the Togrutan collected her thoughts. There was no running into each other this time. In retrospect, Shaak Ti realized that it was probably Yoda himself who clouded her senses during their last meeting. There was no way she would have missed sensing him nearby otherwise, and the aged Master was known as an infamous trickster throughout the Temple. It wouldn’t be past him to make Shaak Ti run into him knowing that she needed to talk. Otherwise she may have circled the Temple for hours before she approached. She had to admit, she had been avoiding him by roaming the halls, hesitant to address what was becoming a very troubling issue.
Well, there would be no dallying about this time. This was a serious issue and it needed to be addressed immediately.
Shaak Ti came to a stop, prompting Yoda to do the same. The Togrutan wasted little time in getting to the point.
“Master, you cannot let him take that girl as his apprentice!”
“No precedence there is, to deny him mastership of an apprentice,” Yoda said gravely, as though the motion was already closed.
“Master, you can’t be serious. You call that there not being any precedence to deny him a Padawan?” Shaak Ti demanded, gesturing at the Council chambers.
Yoda didn’t answer.
“Obi-Wan isn’t in his right mind. I’m worried about him, and I’m worried about what may happen if we put a student such as Scout in his care,” Shaak Ti said.
She paused to regain her breath. “Scout is a special child. She’s rebellious and unorthodox, and she’s been through a lot in her short life. She needs sympathy and understanding, not a Master who’s unpredictable with his emotions,” Shaak Ti said, hoping Yoda would read between the lines.
He did. “Hurt her, Obi-Wan would not,” Yoda said stiffly. The Master’s face changed into a stern expression, as if the very thought of Obi-Wan hurting someone offended him deeply.
“No,” Shaak Ti acquiesced, though she really disagreed with that statement. “But he might not help her either. Obi-Wan is incredibly strict at times. And now that he’s confused as to his own feelings about Anakin leaving, who knows what he may do if she fails to live up to his expectations. The last thing Scout need is to be hurt emotionally by her own Master. She’s suffered enough trauma since Chankar Kim’s death.”
For a long moment the other Jedi said nothing. Shaak Ti knew that was he was going over every detail of the Council meetings; the validity of her claims versus his own opinion of Obi-Wan Kenobi, formed throughout Kenobi’s entire life. Finally, the ancient Master breathed a deep sigh of defeat.
“Keep an eye on him, we will,” Yoda relented. Shaak Ti breathed her own sigh of relief.
“Thank you, Master Yoda,” she said, utterly grateful that he had listened to her; that he had taken her seriously despite Obi-Wan’s pristine record as a Jedi Master up to this point.
“Allow this concession lightly, I do not. Prove to me you must, that Obi-Wan is a danger to this child,” Yoda warned her.
“Of course, Master Yoda,” Shaak Ti agreed. “And if not, then I will issue a huge apology to Obi-Wan myself.”
“Ask any further of you, I cannot,” Yoda said. “Good day, Master Ti.”
“Good day, Master Yoda.”
The ancient Jedi departed the area, leaving Shaak Ti alone with her thoughts. Once Master Yoda has gone, she went in search of the one person who would understand.
~*~
Obi-Wan headed down to one of the sparring rooms where he knew an old friend was teaching a class. He was looking to get same training done, and there was no better sparring partner than the man he now sought.
He was still basking in his victory over the Council. Although things were not yet formalized, he knew he was in the clear. There was no way they were not going to give him mastership of Esterhazy. He was too exceptional, too well respected, and too adept at beating the Council members at their own game. He knew how to manipulate the bureaucracy of the Council, just like politicians like Palpatine knew how to manipulate the bureaucracy of the Senate.
There was one large difference between the Council and the Senate, though. The Senate thrived on greed. The Council thrived on reason. Logic was their weakness. Spin them a convincing enough argument and you could get them to do almost anything. Because the Councilors shunned emotions, they did not have what other people might call gut instinct. They relied solely on the Force for their guidance. It was something that was both a blessing and a curse. While they were great at reading the minds of outsiders, they could not sense deception from within their own ranks. Obi-Wan was safe so long as he maintained control over his emotions.
Of course, one had to be respected for them to listen to you. An occasional rebellion would be tolerated by the Council. Constant rebellions on the part of a Jedi would not. And that was what Anakin failed to understand. A Jedi had to play by the rules first, before challenging the Council. Obi-Wan had done so for many years and now he was in a position to take advantage of that trust and respect.
The Master he looked for was right where he expected, instructing a group of Padawans in the finer points of lightsaber combat. Cin Drallig was considered to be one of the Temple’s finest sword masters. Known as “the Troll” to his friends and students, the famed Jedi had a reputation as a stern, but fair instructor. He was also a very by-the-rules Master, a fact which often conflicted with his Padawan Serra Keto. Now that Serra was a Knight, Drallig had taken to teaching the Padawans at the Temple more frequently than usual. A bit of a traditionalist, Drallig represented the staples of the time-honored Jedi Master. Once, Obi-Wan had respected him for it. Now that he had seen the power that lay outside the rules, however, Obi-Wan saw him as a bit of a fool when it came to greater understanding of the Force. Still, Drallig was a formidable swordsman, and there was no better sparring partner than the one who taught so many to fight.
Drallig looked up from his students when he saw Obi-Wan approaching.
“Obi-Wan?” he murmured.
Obi-Wan merely smiled, enjoying the sight of Cin Drallig amongst his students.
“Everyone, take five,” he directed his students. The Padawans nodded, all of them in awe of Obi-Wan as they passed by.
“Cin.”
“Obi-Wan,” Drallig greeted back, shaking hands with his old friend. They gave each other a friendly hug before bowing, as a sign of respect towards each other. It might have been over the top, but there was no understating the mutual respect between the two of them in Cin’s eyes.
“I heard you got back earlier from your mission. I was hoping I’d see you sooner or later,” the Troll stated.
“It’s nice to be remembered,” Obi-Wan said genially.
“So, how does it feel?” Drallig questioned.
“Feel what?”
“To be a hero,” Cin replied, as though it were blatantly obvious. “Obi-Wan, you killed General Grievous and completely crushed the Separatist resistance on Utapau. No one could have excelled in this assignment so thoroughly, not even Master Yoda.”
Cin Drallig was in awe. No one could have accomplished what Obi-Wan performed so efficiently amongst his peers in the Jedi, not even himself. He wouldn’t have thought it possible. In just a single day, Obi-Wan had destroyed the greatest threat to the Republic outside of the Sith Lord and his apprentice. When he heard the announcement that Obi-Wan was going alone, he feared the worst. Instead, Obi-Wan had surprised all of them by dealing a massive blow to the Separatist regime.
Though he may have been older, it was clear to Cin Drallig that Obi-Wan was one of the greatest Masters in the entire Order, far surpassing his own formidable skills. He felt humbled to be in his presence, even though he knew that mentally, Obi-Wan was still the same man he was before this mission.
“It was nothing,” Obi-Wan waved away his praises. “I merely did what I was trained to do.”
“Are you kidding? You should get a medal for this,” Cin exclaimed incredulously.
Obi-Wan gave a small smile. “Thanks.”
“Incidentally, I thought you might want to be the first one to know. The Council has deemed it fit to provide me with my choice of Padawan learners”, he went on, almost off-handedly. Cin Drallig’s face took on a surprised expression.
“You’re getting a Padawan?”
“Hmm-hmm,” Obi-Wan nodded.
“Wow. I’d heard the rumors, but I wasn’t sure the Council would go for this idea. As I recall, it was Master Windu who brought it up, along with Master Gallia.”
Obi-Wan should have known. Master Windu and Master Gallia hated Anakin with a vengeance. Although the former wanted to believe he was the Chosen One, he was always rankled by how blatantly Anakin disregarded the rules. As for the latter, Adi Gallia never approved of anything Anakin did. It was no surprise they would try to take his mind off of his former apprentice by sticking him with someone else.
“I guess they made a persuasive argument.”
“But so soon after Anakin’s departure?”
“It was a shock to me, too,” Obi-Wan admitted.
“Did the Council explain their reasoning?”
“They did indeed.”
“And I assume you disagree with it?”
“You know me too well.
The two friends contemplated that.
“This is about Anakin, isn’t it?” Cin Drallig asked, with sudden insight.
“Indeed. The Council thought it would be best to take my mind off of Anakin leaving,” Obi-Wan confirmed.
“I’m sure that’s not the only reason,” Drallig said, trying to think positive. “Still, it’ll do you some good. And it’ll do us some good as well. A lot of the Padawans here are in need of a good Master. Far too many students have been left orphans by the war.”
“I couldn’t agree more,” Obi-Wan said.
“Do you need any help choosing a learner? I can offer some advice on most of the students here. I’ve come to know them pretty well.”
“Actually, I already have someone in mind,” Obi-Wan smiled.
“Really? Who is it?” Cin asked with excitement.
“Tallisibeth Esterhazy.”
The other Master stared at him for a moment. Then, he did the unexpected: Cin Drallig burst into laughter. This was the funniest thing he’d heard in a long time. Only when he saw the serious expression did the laughter start to fade. The smile died from Cin Drallig’s face.
“Are you serious? Obi-Wan, she’s…undisciplined, she’s reckless, she’s…”
“Exactly like Serra was at her age,” Obi-Wan interjected.
“That’s different. Serra was a worthy student. Esterhazy is not,” Cin remarked.
Obi-Wan exhaled in frustration. “I am getting sick and tired of hearing that from you people.”
“Well, it has to be said. Obi-Wan, that girl is not Jedi Knight material. She lacks the power and the drive to be a proper Jedi. I hate to say this, but you’d pretty much be wasting your time trying to train her.”
“With all due respect Master, I have to disagree,” Obi-Wan said.
“Obi-Wan…” Cin Drallig looked at him with something akin to pity. “Look, why don’t you wait a while until I finish my class? Come with me then. We’ll go down and have a look at some of the most impressive students in the Temple.”
“Thank you Master, but I’m afraid I must decline that offer,” Obi-Wan replied politely.
Cin couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Obi-Wan, do you know what you’re doing? You are taking on a student that almost all the Masters agree is going nowhere. Esterhazy is not good Jedi Knight material. Scout’s good at hand to hand, but not much else. We’re all but waiting to send her to the Agri-Corps.”
“And that’s why I want to take her as a Padawan. I’m giving her a chance.” Obi-Wan’s expression shifted into a serious, no-nonsense type of gaze. “If Qui-Gon hadn’t given me a chance all those years ago, none of this would have happened. I’d have been shipped off to the Agri-Corps, Anakin would never have been trained, and Grievous would still be running around loose in the galaxy. Who knows? Perhaps it would have been you who was sent against General Grievous. Or perhaps it would be Master Windu who got his throat caved in by the cyborg. So before you go off on a tangent about how Scout is unworthy of being a Jedi, let me remind you that were it not for Qui-Gon, none of us would be here! Everyone deserves a chance.”
Cin Drallig’s jaw all but fell to the floor. He had never heard Obi-Wan talk like this before. Not in the many years they’d known each other. There was genuine anger there in the tone. Unconsciously, Cin almost found himself reaching for his lightsaber. By the Force, was Obi-Wan going to attack him?
Something seemed to spark in the Master’s eyes. Maybe it was seeing his old friend plainly intimidated by him at the moment. Whatever the reason, the anger quickly faded from his eyes.
“I’m sorry, old friend. I apologize; I didn’t mean to snap at you. I am just so fed up the Council’s archaic line of thinking. They think that just because we’re not all Yoda’s or Mace Windu’s, that we don’t deserve the same credit. Frankly it makes me sick,” Obi-Wan explained.
“I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have been so closed-minded. Maybe we’re all in need of a little shaking up of our thought processes,” Cin declared.
“Yeah, maybe.”
“I was going to ask you when I came down here. Do you want to go sparring for a while?” Obi-Wan asked suddenly.
“Yeah, sure. Let me just close up my class.”
“Okay.” Cin Drallig patted him on the back, with Obi-Wan smiling at the prospect of getting some sparring done. They went off to dismiss the children, seemingly as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened in those tense few moments.
But Cin would not forget the outburst he provoked upon challenging Obi-Wan’s idea…and the rage he saw hiding behind those cool blue-gray eyes.
~*~
It had been a wonderful day for Anakin and Padme. Both had nearly forgotten all their worries, as they spent the afternoon together in the meadow. Padme giggled as she watched him devour the Bantha stew she made.
“Are you laughing at me?” he asked playfully.
“No, I was just thinking about the first time I tried making Bantha stew for you, not long after we were married. It was the most awful tasting stew ever, but you were so sweet, as you tried to eat it so you wouldn’t hurt my feelings,” she said.
“It wasn’t that bad. And you’ve certainly improved, because this is wonderful, angel,” he said, as he finished his second bowl.
“Well, I have practiced at it and I love seeing you so happy,” she said. He caressed her cheek softly.
“I’m always happy when I’m with you. Never doubt that,” he promised her. Her eyes sparkled with love.
“I’ll never doubt how much you love me, nor should you doubt how much I love you,” she said. His eyes sparkled with laughter.
“I’d be much too frightened to doubt a Senator,” he teased. She smacked his arm playfully.
“I am no longer a Senator. I’m just your wife now, so you better be afraid to doubt me,” she said, trying to sound somewhat menacing, but failing miserably. She took a bite of a piece of homemade bread her mother had made and then fed a bite to him. Anakin swallowed and lay back against the blanket, his tunic open and unbuttoned, letting the sun bask on it. Padme snuggled at his side and placed kisses on his chest, as his hand ran up her exposed back. She was wearing a floral sun dress that was nearly backless. It rounded around her bosom and was strapless in a lavender color. Her hair fell around her in ringlets and she literally took his breath away.
“Force…you’re so beautiful…” he said in awe. He still had the power to make her blush. She’d obviously been told she was beautiful before, by many men in fact; all whose intentions were never honorable. But it was different when Anakin said it; it always had been. While he had his faults, he’d always tried to do his very best to honor her. She remembered the night he had proposed to her on the way back to Naboo. They had both wanted very much to make love for the first time that night, especially after the harrowing experiences on Geonosis. But Anakin had refused to dishonor her, as he called it, and asked her to be his wife. And for the first time in a very long time, Padme did something for herself and gave in to love. Had she known then what she knew now, she would have let Anakin leave the Order as he wanted to and focus his attention on other things. Her husband’s talents extended far beyond being a Jedi.
For a moment, she imagined the life they would build together, away from the Jedi, the Senate, and the war. She imagined living anonymously in some little village. She imagined Anakin running a little successful repair shop and imagined herself helping with the management side of the business, while caring for the beautiful babies they had made together. Then she imagined going home and spending evening together, nestled away in their little country house. It was a dream she only hoped they could realize.
“That’s a very nice dream,” he whispered in her ear.
“Reading my mind again?” she teased.
“Only when you let me,” he replied, as he sat behind her and placed kisses along her neck. Padme shivered, as his hands began massaging her shoulders and the back of her neck. Her body trembled against his touch and thrilled, as his lips traveled along the back of her neck.
“You’re amazing. I’m so lucky...” she breathed, as his hands massaged the tension out of her back. She knew she was lucky to be the only one he loved and desired. He was so handsome and he exuded sex appeal, even though he did not realize it, which only added to the appeal. Indeed, she would often hear all about how attractive people thought he was on the HoloNet all the time. But his heart, body, and soul belonged only to her, and they were possessions she treasured above all.
He’s mine…and I’ll make you pay for hurting him, Kenobi, she thought darkly for a moment.
“Are you okay, angel?” he asked, sensing slight distress from her. Padme turned and wrapped her arms around his neck.
“I’m perfect, because I’m with you,” she replied, as she leaned in for a kiss. His lips met hers halfway and Padme slowly deepened the kiss. Anakin instinctively pulled her against him, as their lips moved over each other’s passionately.
“My love…” Padme rasped, as she kissed him hard and deeply, thrusting her tongue into his mouth. She suddenly realized how aggressive she was being and quickly broke the kiss.
“Ani…I’m sorry,” she apologized, but was interrupted.
“I’m not complaining, angel. I want this,” he told her.
“I just didn’t mean to be so…aggressive. It was very inconsiderate of me,” she replied.
“No it wasn’t. It only made me want you more. Don’t be afraid to kiss me…or touch me, because of what that…monster did,” Anakin struggled with the last part of the sentence.
“I just don’t want to push you into anything you’re not ready for,” Padme replied.
“But…I think I am ready. I want to make love to you…tonight. I want to be your husband again,” he said.
“You are my husband, no matter what. And I would wait forever for you,” she replied.
“I know you would and that is why you’re so wonderful…but I need to be with you. It hurts not to be with you. I won’t let him do this to me any longer. It’s why I started training again. I appreciate everything you are willing to do to protect me, angel, but I have to be able to protect you too. I know you’ll love me no matter what, but trust me when I say, being with you will only help me heal,” Anakin explained. Padme smiled and pressed her forehead against his.
“If you’re sure, then I can think of no other way than to spend the evening in our bed, wrapped in your arms, as we make love,” she replied, as their lips met in a gentle kiss. Padme hugged him and happened to see her sister on the veranda over his shoulder. She knew her sister was waiting for the chance to corner Anakin alone and ask him about Obi-Wan. But she would be damned if Sola was going to ruin this day by drudging up painful memories for her Ani.
“I have the most wonderful idea,” Padme mentioned suddenly.
“What’s that?” Anakin asked.
“Well, we could go down to the marina and take one of the house boats out on the water this evening. We can find a quiet place to watch the sunset and then lay out on the deck under the stars. I don’t think I can think of a more romantic thing than making love under the stars,” she said.
“That sounds amazing,” he replied.
“Good. You wait here, while I go fill the picnic basket with more food and get a few things. Then, we’ll go,” she said, as she kissed him quickly and sprinted back to the house.
~*~
“Don’t even think about it,” Padme said, as she passed by her sister.
“Excuse me?” Sola asked.
“I know you’re just waiting to pounce on him with a bunch of questions. But don’t you dare do it today,” Padme replied.
“I think we should at least know what really happened, so we know how dangerous this Obi-Wan really is. What did he do to Anakin?” Sola asked.
“We are not talking about this now! I have finally got him to relax and I will not have him relive those previous days. He needs to heal and he cannot do that with you prying into our lives. Just leave it alone, Sola,” Padme stressed.
“For now, I will. But Anakin will eventually need to tell us. We both know that,” Sola replied.
“Not today,” Padme snapped, as she stalked into the house and came out a few moments later with another full picnic basket and a satchel. Sola watched as the young couple headed for the marina.
~*~
Shaak Ti made her way down to the lower level of the Temple’s main building. She already knew she couldn’t talk to a Council member about this. Neither could she approach one of the Temple’s more revered Masters. They all held Obi-Wan in far too much esteem. That left only one person Shaak Ti could think of right now.
She found her in one of the workout rooms in the Temple. Aayla Secura wasn’t like the Council members who surrounded Shaak Ti more often. Neither was she a rogue like many Jedi who disagreed with the Council. She wasn’t too strict, wasn’t too rebellious, and she understood things the Councilors did not. In short, she was the perfect Jedi for Shaak Ti to talk to about this unsettling Council development. She wouldn’t pass judgment on Shaak Ti for criticizing a Council member, nor would she advise her to incite rash action.
“Shaak Ti. Always great to see you,” Aayla remarked.
“Aayla,” Shaak Ti greeted, giving the other woman a hug. Unlike most Council members, Shaak Ti was not afraid to show affection. Neither was Aayla.
Whether it went against the Jedi Code was irrelevant. Friendship was precious, especially in these times of war, when so many had been lost to the Separatists. Once they exchanged pleasantries, she explained to Aayla everything that happened in the Council chambers. Aayla merely stood there silently, content to listen to Shaak Ti’s full explanation before offering comment.
“I just don’t know what to do,” Shaak Ti finished, looking to Aayla for guidance. “Master Yoda says I have to prove Obi-Wan’s a threat. But how can I do that without arousing Obi-Wan suspicion? And Scout…Scout needs a Master so badly. She’s lost without Master Kim’s guidance.”
Aayla thought it over. “Hmm…that’s quite a predicament. I admit I’m disturbed by Obi-Wan losing control like that. He’s been a good friend over the years, and an exemplary Master. I know Kit thinks the world of him.”
“So am I. But I’m not sure it’s enough to warrant us keeping Scout away from him. Not without some proof.”
“Would you prefer that someone like Master Windu train her then?”
Shaak Ti shook her head. “Master Windu’s too strict for her. So are most of the other Council members.”
Aayla digested that for a moment. “There is one other option,” she suggested.
“I don’t have time to train a Padawan,” Shaak Ti said regretfully. “Not with all the missions I’ve been going on.”
“Then perhaps you should ask the Council for a reprieve from duty; give you time to adjust to having a Padawan. The Council respects you. They’ll give you Scout if that’s what you want.”
It was a tempting proposition, Shaak Ti gave her that. But deep in her heart, she knew it would never work. Scout needed to be in the Temple, not out in the battlefield. She needed to refine her skills with a suitable mentor before being sent out into the field. The ideal situation would be to leave Scout behind with the Masters while Shaak Ti went and carried out her assignments. But that might not be a valid option either. Many of the students were openly critical of her, believing themselves superior to her. And the Masters were no better. Half of them wanted to send her to the Agri-Corps, even though it would destroy her. They looked on her with scorn for being weak in the Force. Master Windu was top among them, believing that there was no place among the Order for a weakling. Never mind that Scout that was more skilled at hand to hand than most of the other students combined.
Maybe Obi-Wan wasn’t that bad of a choice. Though Grievous was defeated, the war was still going on. Shaak Ti would surely be sent on more missions before this thing was over. Not Obi-Wan. With many missions under his belt, Obi-Wan could sit this one out. Scout needed hands-on training and mentoring; Obi-Wan could give her that. He could stay with her in the Temple and provide her with stability and guidance.
On the other hand, his outbursts in the Council spoke of a declining grasp on Jedi discipline. Or did they?
Was she mistaken about Obi-Wan? She hated to think she’d overreacted – the signs were too many – but what else could she do? Unless…
“Aayla, do you think…?”
Aayla looked at her with a disappointing gaze. She knew plainly what Shaak Ti was getting at. “I don’t have the time to train a Padawan. Not with the missions I’ve been going on,” she said, giving Shaak Ti an apologetic glance. “I’m going to Felucia next. The planet’s crawling with the Separatists. That’s no place to take an untrained Padawan.”
Shaak Ti breathed a sigh of defeat. So that was it. Her last option was exhausted.
“I’m sorry,” Aayla said, feeling a little guilty that she couldn’t comply with Shaak Ti’s request. Scout was a good kid. Under other circumstances, Aayla would be glad to train her. Things just weren’t optimal at this time.
Sensing her friend’s distress, Aayla tried to help in the only way she could. “Tell you what. I will keep an eye on Obi-Wan over the course of my stay. I’m not due to leave for several days. If I see anything that doesn’t feel right, I will report it to the Council ASAP.”
Shaak Ti turned away from the blue-skinned Jedi. It was the best she could do, she supposed. She would just have to hope it would be enough. If only it didn’t leave such an uneasy feeling in her stomach.
~*~
The wind tousled Anakin’s sandy blonde hair, as he steered the boat to the coordinate his wife had programmed into the navigation panel. He soon came to a small, secluded cove where the view of the sunset and the open sky was beautifully perfect. The sun was already a dark orange-red, casting pinks and purples across the darkening blue sky. He pulled into the cove and cut the engines, before dropping the anchor. Padme came up from below in a bathing suit that could only be described as nearly nothing. It was a white string bikini. The top left him a generous view of her small, yet round, supple breasts and was fastened at her back only by a simple tied string. The bottom rested as low as possible on her beautiful slim hips. It was secured on her only by a tied string on each side and barely hid her gorgeous womanhood and curvaceous rear from him. She remained the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen…or would ever see for that matter. And she was his…she loved him. Just that thought made his heart sour in euphoria, for he simply had to be the luckiest man in the galaxy. She could have had any man she wanted…and she wanted him. That fact continued to amaze him at times. She beckoned him to her as she stood at the side, gazing at the sunset.
“The sunset is so beautiful,” she mentioned, as she felt his arms go around her waist.
“It is, but it pales in comparison to you,” he replied, as he kissed her bare shoulder.
“Then I take it you approve of my attire?” she asked playfully.
“More like lack of attire, and I most definitely approve,” he replied. She giggled as he tickled her sides. Padme turned to him and lifted his tunic over his head, before tossing it away.
“There…now that’s better,” she said, as her fingers skated over his bare, muscled chest. Her lips drew his kiss and her fingers became lost in his hair, as their lips met again and again with passionate intent. The sky became a midnight blue while they kissed, as the sun dipped below the horizon. The sky was blanketed with stars now, as the heavens gradually grew darker. They broke the kiss and gazed into each other’s eyes, as the love flowed effortlessly between them. She smiled gently at him, sitting down on the fluffy, thick blanket she had laid out on the deck. Padme opened the picnic basket, taking things out one item at a time. Anakin sat down beside her, watching as she spread some cloudberry jam on a piece of homemade bread. She smiled, as he opened his mouth and she guided the sweet bread into his mouth. He bit off a piece and ate the rest, while gazing at him with a seductive gleam in her eyes. He knew that gleam well and he knew it promised a night of unspeakable passion.
He picked up a piece of shuura fruit and dipped it in the whipped cream. He fed it to her and she sucked and licked the cream from his finger in a most seductive manner. She giggled at his awestruck expression and fed him a piece of fruit, purposely getting whipped cream on his lips. She scooted closer to him and proceeded to kiss and lick his lips. Her tongue on his skin sent a rush of heat surging through his body. She smiled at him, her warm brown eyes shining with love, as she brushed the curls away from his forehead and kissed it. Her lips moved down his cheek and finally to his lips again, where he captured hers with his own. Padme wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. She smiled and caressed his face, as she lay down on the blanket. They resumed kissing, as she pulled Anakin down with her. Anakin was lost in her sweet taste, as he kissed down her neck. Padme threw her head back and ran her fingers through his shoulder length mane. Her hands traveled down his back, her hands marveling at the muscle throughout his body. Her hand reached his rear and caressed it through his pants. He was always telling her how beautiful she was, but he really had no idea how beautiful he was. She found him irresistible and she wanted him badly.
Her heart pounded in anticipation, as she felt his hands fumbling with the tie at her back. He tugged it loose and placed open mouth kisses along her upper chest, slowly moving lower. Padme arched her back as Anakin removed her top, revealing her gorgeous, supple breasts. He wrapped his arms around her and his lips latched onto her right nipple. He suckled lustfully and Padme tossed her head to the side, relishing in the way he made her feel. An impassioned cry escaped her lips, as he squeezed her right breast in his large hand, while his lips found their way to the other. His other hand rested on the small of her back, holding her arching form against him while he suckled her passionately. She moaned as she felt his hardness pressing against her sex. The friction and heat between them was euphoric, and the setting couldn’t have been more romantic. The ocean waves gently lapped at the side of the boat and the black sky was decorated beautifully with more stars than imaginable. He finished his lazy suckling at her breast and Padme crushed her lips against his again. As he plundered her mouth, his hands skated down her sides, until they were resting on her hips.
“I need you…” she rasped, as she placed wet kisses on his neck and grazed her teeth along his skin. Anakin’s fingers nimbly undid the flimsy ties on her hips and tossed the garment away.
“You’re so perfect…” he rasped, as he stared at her beautiful, exposed body.
“Only because of your love,” she replied. It was something she truly believed. He completed her in a way she never thought possible. Before he had come back into her life, she now realized she’d only been living with half a soul and there had been a void inside her heart. The other half of her soul had unknowingly been claimed by him inside that junk shop on Tatooine when he was just a little boy. He had sworn to her that he would marry her someday…and he had.
“Look at us baby…we’re perfect,” she told him, as she gazed up at him lovingly.
“Our love is everything,” he whispered, as he crushed his lips against hers. Padme let him take control of the kiss, knowing how much he needed to feel like a man right now…and not the scared little boy he’d been feeling like the last few days.
“Make love to me…” she pleaded, as she helped him push his pants down his long, lean legs. She discarded them and hooked her legs around his thighs, opening her legs widely in invitation for him. She stared at his thick, gorgeous length and shivered in anticipation of having him fill her.
“Come to me…” she breathed. They both gasped in excitement and pleasure, as he slid his thick cock inside her slick tunnel. He buried himself as deeply as possible and groaned, as the feeling of her wall gripping and clenching him was too incredible to describe in words.
“You feel so good…so right,” he panted, as he claimed her lips in a plundering kiss.
“That’s because we’re right. We’re meant…to be together…like this always…and forever,” she whispered to him. Words ceased and coherent speech became impossible, as Anakin began thrusting. His hips surged hotly, as he plunged deeply inside her in a steady, erotic rhythm. Padme’s screams and cries of pleasure drove him on, as he intended to keep making her feel this way. Padme could literally feel his love, as if it were something tangible and she felt as thought she was drowning in him. Sweat glistened beautifully upon their naked, trembling forms, as they moved together, taking and giving pleasure to each other.
Padme locked her legs tightly around his surging hips, as he pumped in and out of her with a rhythm and stamina that still amazed her. She couldn’t help the pleasured yelps that escaped her lips each time his pulsing length penetrated her. She raked her nails along his back in long strides, for his thrusting cock felt so incredible beyond justifiable words. She kissed and nipped at a sensitive spot on his neck, intending to mark him as her own. Possessiveness was a very new concept to her, but ever since that…monster had forcibly tried to take him from…ever since he’d been abused by a man he loved and trusted like a brother, she had become even more fiercely protective of him.
“Padme…” she heard him rasp in a husky voice that was filled with love and ecstasy. Her heart soared at hearing this, knowing that he was truly hers for all time…no matter who or what tried to make it otherwise. Ecstasy…pure, hot ecstasy tingled throughout her entire body, as she felt her climax building. Her Ani always put her pleasure before his own. Every orgasm she’d ever had with him was always extremely intense to the point of being magical. Her core blazed hotly and her back bowed in anticipation of what was to come. Anakin held her hips up, as he never broke his maddening rhythm. When she came, her eyes flew open and her scream was unrestrained. He held her body in the erotic arch, as she convulsed around him beautifully.
“My love…my sweet Ani…” she panted, as her climax slowly dissipated, leaving her trembling against her husband’s continued thrusts. He was close…and she wanted to make him scream in ecstasy like he’d done for her. He deserved to feel the fierce power of her love. He deserved all the pleasure she could bring him. He deserved her everything.
“Let me…make you come, my love,” she pleaded. It was a request he readily accepted, as he rolled onto his back, bringing her on top. Padme began riding him with measured gallops, taking him as deeply inside her as she could with each back and forth motion. She stared down into his desire lidded eyes, as his hands cupped her breasts and fondled them gently. His hands slid gently down her sides, as he marveled at the feel of her soft, creamy skin. Finally they rested on her hips and rear, as she continued to make love to him. She felt him nearing his climax and she placed her hands on his abs, so she could ride him harder. He moaned her name as she rode him with deep strokes, plunging him into her tight, wet opening again and again.
“Padme…angel…” he screamed, as his cock throbbed inside her. Padme slammed every last inch of him inside her with a final thrust. His pleasured scream was a beautiful sound to her, as he erupted inside her core. Padme relished the feeling, as his hot seed filled her, claiming her as his. Once every last drop left him and became one with her, she collapsed against his gleaming chest. After several moments, once their breathing began to calm, Padme extracted him from her entrance and rested atop his chest, as they bathed in the afterglow. They gazed at the beauty of the stars above them and talked softly for sometime afterwards. Padme soon found that Anakin had drifted into a peaceful sleep for once and she was glad.
As she lay cuddled close to him, she found her mind thinking about many things. She found herself thinking about what he’d been through lately. Mostly she thought about what Ani had been through his whole life. Her opinion of the Jedi as a whole had deteriorated in the last few weeks. She was truly beginning to question their ways and morals. Did they care so little about her husband that they would automatically believe that monster over him without any consideration or investigation into the matter at all?
Why was there such a loathing of her husband among the majority of the Jedi? Why could they not see the good that she did? And how could they be so blind to Obi-Wan’s drastic change? Even if he was hiding it well. They knew Anakin was powerful. Was that why they held him in contempt? Were some of them fearful of his power, or perhaps some were even jealous?! Were they fearful of the fact he had no father? Jealous because he was the Force’s Chosen Champion, created from its very essence? Anakin was special and unique. And the Jedi did not encourage individuality. Therefore, Ani had been an outsider from day one. He was different and was never truly accepted by most of them. So when they learned of his attachment, it was that much easier to just let him go. That’s why they would believe Obi-Wan over Anakin, Padme finally realized. How hypocritical of an Order that claimed to feel no emotion! She did not hold all the Jedi in contempt, for she knew of a few that cared for her husband, one being the long deceased Qui-Gon Jinn. She wondered what he would do or say if he knew what his former Padawan had done to the boy he had entrusted to him upon his death.
She remembered those first few days that Obi-Wan had met Anakin. He saw the little boy as nothing more than a “pathetic life form”, as he had put it. To Obi-Wan, Anakin had not been worthy to be in the presence of him or his Master. And then, as an even more detrimental blow, Qui-Gon requested that Anakin be trained with his dying breath. Before that, Obi-Wan had already felt tossed aside and replaced. And then his Master’s last words had been about Anakin and not Obi-Wan. Was that how Obi-Wan justified what he had done to Anakin? Did he believe Anakin deserved it for stealing Qui-Gon from him? Once a slave, always a slave? She imagined that it was possible Obi-Wan had used these things to justify his actions. He had punished Anakin for things that weren’t his fault and made him pay for making him feel inferior.
“You had no right, Kenobi…no right to hurt him,” she whispered aloud.
“You’ll pay for hurting him…I promise…” she said, as she cuddled close to her husband and pulled the blanket tighter around them. She was content for now that her husband seemed to be enjoying a peaceful, dreamless sleep in which she soon joined him.
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