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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 3: The Truth Revealed
The next morning, Anakin returned to his apartment outside the Jedi temple. Usually Anakin would go back to the temple to check up on some things and talk with his very few friends. More preferably, he would spend the day with Padme if she didn’t have work to do at the Senate. But today, something told him it might be a good idea to pay a visit to his rarely used in apartment.
There was an obvious benefit to living outside the temple, and that was the privacy Anakin was allowed. Were he still living at the temple dorms, he would have gotten a very stern lecture for getting in this late in the morning. Granted this wasn’t really his home, but at least it gave him a valuable excuse to use among other Jedi. If he was late to any important meeting, they could just assume he slept in at his place.
That wasn’t the only trick up his sleeve. Nobody was aware of it, but Anakin had programmed the com station in his apartment to route calls over to Padme’s place. Ordinarily the caller would have been able to see the transmission being diverted, but Anakin had also installed a device of his own modification that blocked others from noticing that security hole. He could be having a meeting with the Council right from Padme’s living room, and for all they knew, he was safely in the apartment they provided for him.
He was barely through the door when he noticed something wasn’t quite right. He felt a presence in the adjacent bedroom. Anakin’s breath caught in his throat when he realized who it was. Only seconds later, Obi-Wan Kenobi emerged from the bedroom clad in the same Jedi robes from the previous day.
“Master?” The surprise was clear in Anakin’s voice.
“Good morning, Anakin,” Obi-Wan replied flatly. Anakin winced. He recognized that tone all too well. It meant his Master was trying his best to restrain a good deal of anger at him.
“Master, what are you doing here?” Anakin asked, staring closely at the other man. Obi-Wan’s clothes were rumpled, his eyes looked red, and there were dark spots forming under them. Had he been waiting here for Anakin all night long without sleeping or meditating?
Obi-Wan ignored his question. “Where were you last night, Anakin?”
Anakin hesitated, trying to think of a suitably good response. “I was at the temple doing some research,” he answered evenly.
“Really?” Obi-Wan lifted one eyebrow.
“Yes,” Anakin said, uncomfortable with the way his former Master was staring at him.
“Your memory seems to fail you, my old Padawan,” Obi-Wan said dryly. Anakin sensed a trace of disgust in his expression.
“Obi-Wan?”
“It’s interesting,” Obi-Wan reflected. “I’ve raised you since you were a nine year old boy. I’ve trained you in the Jedi arts as best as I could. And despite our occasional quarrels, I thought you appreciated what I’ve done for you. Yet here you are, lying to my face.”
“What?”
“You can drop the charade, Anakin. I know where you were last night,” Obi-Wan retorted, and for the first time Anakin saw the genuine hints of anger in his Master’s blue-gray eyes. Obi-Wan’s next words took him completely by surprise.
“You were with Senator Amidala, weren’t you?”
Anakin was stunned. Briefly, he felt a spike of panic and concern for his beloved. Had Obi-Wan discovered their secret? But if so, how was that possible? Anakin took great care to cover his tracks, and the last he saw of his Master, Obi-Wan was lying drunk on the couch of his apartment. Anakin couldn’t imagine anything significant happened between then and now. Were did Obi-Wan come up with such an accusation? He couldn’t possibly still be intoxicated, could he?
“What makes you think that?” Anakin said as nonchalantly as possible. He didn’t want to give Obi-Wan any hints that he may be on to something. Unfortunately, it was a futile gesture.
“Don’t lie to me, Anakin,” Obi-Wan said, in an unusually harsh voice. “I saw you go to her apartment last night.”
At that moment, Anakin swore he felt his heart stop in his chest. Obi-Wan had seen him. Despite his tactics to throw off any enquiring entities, Obi-Wan had seen him head to the place he truly considered home. His voice was hoarse as he breathed out a single shaken inquiry.
“What?”
“I saw you go into her apartment, Anakin. I followed you after you practically ran out of my place.”
“Why?” Anakin asked sharply.
“Truthfully, I’m not quite sure myself. I guess the best way I can describe it is a feeling; a feeling that something wasn’t right,” Obi-Wan replied. He raised his eyebrows in mild disbelief, giving Anakin a very pointed look. “Why would my Padawan need to head off in such a hurry late in the evening, given that we had no important assignments to carry out and you obviously weren’t that tired?”
Anakin could not deny the logic in Obi-Wan’s statements. His actions seemed odd even to his eyes – small wonder Obi-Wan had picked up on them and become suspicious. However, hadn’t Obi-Wan still been fighting the effects of those drinks at Dex’s? Was he that suspicious of Anakin, to go as far as risking his own life and those of others?
“But you were drunk.”
“No, I wasn’t,” Obi-Wan replied, shaking his head. “Not nearly enough not to notice your strange behavior.”
“Then you lied to me?” Anakin demanded.
“It was necessary. I needed to find out what was going on,” Obi-Wan said, lying about the reason why he put on that act. That could wait until later. Right now there was a more important issue to deal with.
Anakin thought hard about how to respond to that. The situation looked bad, but perhaps there was a way to salvage it and preserve his and Padme’s secret. If all Obi-Wan had seen was him setting foot in their home …
“So I went into her apartment. Big deal. Aren’t I allowed to have friends outside the Order?” Anakin countered.
“Friends don’t tell one another that they love each other, as if their lives depended on it,” Obi-Wan replied harshly.
Anakin went cold at Obi-Wan’s response. “You heard us?”
“More than that, actually.” Obi-Wan grimaced.
There was something behind that simple statement that set Anakin’s senses on edge. Some veiled whisper of darkness suddenly lurking in his Master’s mood that spoke of disgust, outrage, and something more Anakin couldn’t identify. He barely noticed the trembling in his voice as he asked, “What did you see?”
Obi-Wan gave a humorless chuckle. “Everything, Anakin. I saw everything that happened between you and the good Senator.”
“You mean…?” He couldn’t bring himself to finish the thought. It was too appalling to acknowledge out loud.
“There’s no need to go into the details, but I know with complete certainty you’re more than friends.”
Anakin glanced away from his Master’s disapproving stare. So that was that. Obi-Wan knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he and Padme were together as a couple. He had heard them, seen the love they held for each other. Thankfully he didn’t know about them being married, but that was of small comfort to Anakin. Married or not, it was still attachment; still forbidden by the Jedi Code. And to someone like Obi-Wan, who lived his life by the very letter of that damnable code, this was probably the worst transgression Anakin could make against the Order, save for harming another Jedi. It didn’t matter what he’d accomplished on the field; how many battles had been won because of his determination to come home to Padme. In Obi-Wan’s eyes, all of that was diminished now that he’d discovered his student’s most closely guarded secret.
Suddenly, he realized the full scope of what Obi-Wan was implying. If his Master had indeed heard and seen everything that transpired, then he should have picked up on the fact that they were lovers almost instantly. That should have been enough for him to leave them in peace for the night. But Obi-Wan said everything, which meant…
Sith! Anakin swore, as the meaning of Obi-Wan’s remarks became clear. He shuddered in revulsion. Such an invasion of privacy, from his own Master of all people! And though Anakin knew he had partly brought this on himself, he couldn’t help but feel a rising anger over what the man standing before him had done.
This man had intruded on their personal lives. He had trespassed onto their home and spied on him and Padme at their most private moments, all because of a code that was as foolish a rulebook as Anakin had ever seen. And now he had the gall to stand here and demand answers in that grating self-righteous tone, as if he was entirely in the clear and Anakin was completely at fault.
“Well, Padawan. What do you have to say for yourself?” Obi-Wan inquired. Anakin’s reply surprised him.
“So you were spying on us, even when you knew we were together? You had no right, Obi-Wan!” Anakin exclaimed. He clenched the fingers on his mechanical hand, trying to control to anger building inside him. He didn’t appreciate his and Padme’s personal life being on display to anyone, especially someone like this who believed their love was some kind of sin against the Jedi.
“I had no right? You had no right to be sneaking around behind my back to have a relationship,” Obi-Wan spat the word, “with that…”
“That what?” Anakin demanded fiercely. There were certain things he wouldn’t tolerate from anyone and an insult to his wife was certainly one of them.
“That senator,” Obi-Wan said. It was probably best not to insult Amidala right now, given how angry they both were already.
Anakin sighed deeply. “What are you going to do now?”
“What do you think? The Code is there for a reason, Anakin! Anyone who transpires against it must be brought before the Council.”
“You see? This is exactly why I didn’t tell you,” Anakin snapped. “You can’t stand even the idea of the Council being wrong about anything. I knew you would head straight to them as soon as I told you!”
“Well, what do you expect me to do? You’re involved in an illicit relationship with someone outside the Jedi temple!”
“It’s not illicit!” Anakin burst out. “Padme and I love each other. We inspire each other and take care of each other. She’s the reason I’ve been fighting so hard all these months! What can possibly be so wrong about that?”
Obi-Wan took a deep breath. “What’s wrong is that you’re a Jedi Knight, Anakin! It’s not appropriate for you to form a romantic attachment to anyone, especially someone outside the Order.”
“Oh, that again,” Anakin said disdainfully. Obi-Wan glared at him in annoyance.
“Yes, that. I know you don’t want to hear it, Anakin, but Padme is a politician. She is not to be trusted, no matter how much you think you might love her.”
“I don’t think I love her, Master. I know I love Padme. You have no right to tell me otherwise,” Anakin stated. He continued in a dry tone, “And I suppose the Council is to be trusted, even though half of them obviously hate me and none of them can get their heads out of the sand long enough to see what the Code is doing to us?”
“Anakin…”
“Forget it. I don’t have time for lectures, Obi-Wan. I’ve heard it all before and I don’t want to hear it again,” Anakin said, turning to leave.
“Where are you going?”
Anakin didn’t look back. “Where do you think? I have to tell Padme about this. She has to know that we’re in danger now,” he remarked. He exited the apartment before Obi-Wan could comment.
It was only later, when he was in the speeder flying home to Padme, that he realized something rather odd. Obi-Wan claimed that he had never been incapacitated by the drinks they had; that it was nothing more than an act he put on for Anakin’s benefit. But if that was true, then what did that say about that brief kiss Obi-Wan planted on him?
Anakin shook away the thoughts. As interesting, and bizarre, as that question was, it could wait until later. Right now there were far more urgent matters to deal with. Padme had to hear about this awful new development and Anakin needed to do it in person. Together they would figure out what to do.
~*~
When Anakin arrived home, he was relieved to see that Padme was already home as well.
“Good afternoon, Master Ani,” Threepio said cheerfully. Anakin tried to smile, but didn’t quite get there.
“Hello Threepio,” he replied. As he said that, Padme stepped out into the main living area. She smiled when she saw him and she greeted him with a long kiss. Anakin eagerly returned it, sweeping her into a passionate embrace. When he broke the kiss, she could tell something was wrong by the look on his face and the fact that he clung to her for dear life.
“Ani, what’s wrong?” she asked. He ran his hand nervously through his hair, before leading her to the sofa. Padme looked at him intently, as he took her hands in his own.
“Padme...I just saw Obi-Wan. He knows...he knows about us,” Anakin said gravely. She squeezed his hand.
“How did he find out?” she asked. Anakin took a deep breath.
“Last night, Master wanted to go to Dex’s for a couple drinks. I reluctantly went, because I didn’t want to rush off and make him suspicious. Anyway, after he had quite a few, I took him home. He was drunk, I swear, he could barely stand straight,” Anakin sighed, before continuing.
“At least, that’s what he wanted me to think. He followed me when I left and he must have had his mental shields locked down so tight that I couldn’t sense him,” Anakin replied.
“Wait, he pretended to be drunk so he could follow you?” Padme asked. Anakin nodded.
“Yes, he even admitted it. He doesn’t see anything wrong with what he did. I thought at first he might have just seen me coming here, so I tried to make out like we were just friends. But he saw more than just my speeder landing here,” Anakin replied.
Padme was quick on the uptake. “He saw us kiss?” she asked. Anakin looked up at her with a pained expression.
“I wish that’s all he saw, angel. He...” Anakin trailed off, not even sure he could say it.
“What else did he see Anakin?” Padme asked, worry creeping into her voice.
“He saw us and heard us,” Anakin replied.
“Just from the veranda, right?” Padme asked. Anakin shook his head.
“He...he spied on us through our bedroom window,” Anakin said quietly. Padme’s hand flew over her mouth.
“How dare he?! How dare he invade our privacy?!” Padme thought angrily. To say this was a shock would be an understatement. Never did she imagine Obi-Wan doing something like this. She couldn’t believe this was the same man she consistently defended to her husband time and time again. Anakin sensed what she was thinking.
“He doesn’t think he did anything wrong. All he can see is what we did and how wrong he thinks it is. I tried to tell him it’s not wrong...I told him that we love each other. But he doesn’t care,” Anakin replied.
“I don’t care if our marriage breaks the Jedi Code, he still had no right to look upon us in our bedroom,” Padme said, clearly upset with Obi-Wan’s actions. She crossed her arms and stood up. Anakin came behind her and placed his hands gently on her shoulders.
“Is he going to tell the Council?” Padme asked.
“He says he’s going to. He doesn’t have a meeting with them until morning. I’m going to send him a message and ask him if we can talk before tomorrow morning’s meeting. I’m going to try and convince him to help us and to keep our secret,” Anakin replied. Padme turned in his embrace.
“What if he doesn’t? Will the Council expel you?” she asked.
“Expulsion would be a blessing. But I’m afraid the Council might choose to exile me, just so they could make sure that I never see you again,” Anakin replied, tears welling in his eyes.
“What? Why?” Padme exclaimed. In all her dealings with the Jedi as a politician, she had never heard anything about this.
“It’s because of Dooku,” Anakin replied bitterly. “Before, the Council would just expel a Jedi who broke the Code. But after everything that’s happened, all the damage Dooku and the Separatists have done with the war…the Council feels it may be better to ‘contain’ Force users who don’t follow the Jedi Code, to make sure they don’t cause any damage to themselves or to others.”
“Contain?” Padme repeated.
“It means imprisonment. Lock those Jedi away on some far off planet where they can’t do any harm and they couldn’t go anywhere.”
“No…no, they couldn’t…couldn’t you use the Force to escape?” Padme asked, reaching for any possible alternative. Anakin shook his head.
“No. Believe it or not, there are ways to restrict a Jedi from accessing the Force, especially if they perceive that Jedi to be a threat. It’s not common procedure, but it is an option they would consider if they thought that Jedi was dangerous enough. It’s the way they would deal with Dooku if we ever captured him alive,” Anakin answered grimly.
Padme stood there in disbelief, absorbing everything Anakin told her. This was…there were no words to describe how horrible this possibility was. Exile to some distant world merely for disobeying one single rule? She could barely believe the Council would decide this was an acceptable alternative to deal with anyone who broke the Code. She could understand taking such precautionary measures for dangerous criminals like Count Dooku. But for someone like Anakin, whose only crime was falling in love?
What had become of the great Jedi Council everyone knew and respected? Master Yoda, Master Windu…had the war changed them so much? Or were they always this cruel and cold hearted, and she simply never realized it before?
“I would do everything in my power to see you again, of course,” Anakin continued, “but if they exile me, it would be like being a prisoner for the rest of my life. There would always be someone watching me and checking up on me and I’d been confined to whatever backwater planet they decided to send me to,” Anakin replied. Padme shook her head and went over to retrieve a data pad.
“What are you doing?” Anakin asked.
“I’m sending a message to Queen Jamillia,” Padme replied. “While you are talking to Obi-Wan, I’ll be preparing for the worst. If he does decide to tell the Council, we’ll leave before their decision. I will never let them take you away from me,” she said fiercely, as she typed the message.
“What are you going to tell her?” Anakin asked.
“I will request a meeting with her tonight. I will tell her that we may need to be granted sanctuary. We’d be safe on Naboo,” Padme replied.
“But...that would ruin your career,” Anakin replied. Padme stood up and walked toward him. She pulled him into a tight hug, before pulling back to look into his eyes.
“I know that my career has always been important to me. And if I’ve ever made it seem like it’s more important than you, then I’m deeply sorry. You are the most important thing to me Ani, and I won’t lose you. Hopefully, it won’t come to that though. Hopefully, Master Obi-Wan will help us. He’s always been so kind to us both,” Padme said.
“I know...he’s just been acting so strange lately. I don’t know what to think,” Anakin replied. Padme kissed him softly.
“Go send him a message and see if he’ll talk to you tonight. We’ll figure this out Ani, one way or another. But no matter what, we’ll be together in the end,” she told him, as she stroked her fingers through his lengthening blonde hair. He smiled a genuine smile. She always knew how to make him feel better. Anakin sent his message to Obi-Wan and surprisingly, got a response just a few moments later.
“He responded already?” Padme asked, looking up from her desk.
“Yeah. He told me to come over tonight about nine and we could talk,” Anakin replied. Padme stood up and took his hands in her own.
“Well, that’s a good sign,” Padme replied.
“I hope so,” Anakin sighed. Padme wrapped her arms around his waist and kissed him softly. Together, the shared a quiet, candle light dinner. After that, the young lovers found themselves caught up in passion’s spell again, as they often found themselves when they were together. Once in their bedroom, Anakin closed the window and pulled the curtains shut to ensure their complete privacy. Padme let her eyes roam over his bare torso with appreciation. Padme knew that she was a lucky woman, as she knew how many in the galaxy desired the one plundering her mouth and trailing wet kisses down her neck. Everything about him intoxicated her. Indeed, she knew what could happen if Obi-Wan told their secret, but none of that mattered to her more than being with Anakin.
She gasped in delight, as he cupped her naked breasts once he had rid her of her clothing. In their bedroom was one of the few places that the real Padme got to show herself. Right now, as she lay writhing underneath her gorgeous husband, Senator Amidala was no where to be seen and that was just fine with Padme. She let out a pleasure filled moan, as his considerable length entered her body. Soft coos and cries escaped Padme’s lips, as the two rocked together in love’s dance. After their powerful climaxes, they held each other close. Padme kissed him softly, as their slick skin slid against one another’s. As she watched him head for the fresher to clean up for his meeting with Obi-Wan, she found herself pondering the uncertain times ahead. Obi-Wan and the Council had met Senator Amidala numerous times. But if they tried to take him away from her, then they would meet Padme Skywalker and she would not let her husband be taken from her...
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