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Time Retreating	By : Ladykohl Category: Star Wars (All) > General Views: 8224 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Star Wars movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Prologue
- 2-Part 1
- 3-Part 2
- 4-Part 3
- 5-Part 4
- 6-Part 5
- 7-Part 6
- 8-Part 7
- 9-Part 8
- 8
- 9
Author's Note: Thanks to Dru, the best beta ever made, as always!
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Time Retreating
Part 8
�If two people love each other, there can be no
happy end to it.�
- Ernest Hemingway
I stared at myself in the mirror. The gown I wore was
straight down - having no curves but those my body
created. It was beautiful... but not soft. The
intricate embroidery made it look almost harsh - and
that seemed to perfectly fit the situation. It was a
time of war... and this marriage was strictly
forbidden. A soft, silky dress would have mocked
that. I would not lie to myself... not even in the
form of a dress.
I tilted my head and touched the beading on my head
dress. I had chosen it in place of an elaborate hair
style. My hair would be down over my shoulders for
the ceremony by Anakin�s request. I was not to appear
queenly or senatorial... in other words, I was not to
appear in any way above him. He did not say that, of
course... but I knew how he thought.
He was of a jealous and suspicious nature... and it
was only through his Jedi training that he did not let
his emotions rule him completely.
I sighed and looked in to my own eyes reflecting back
at me. They were wide, and I noted... a little
frightened looking. I was about to promise my life
away to a man who I feared almost as much as I
loved... and there was no turning back now. We were
husband and wife the moment I agreed to marry him even
if the ceremony had not taken place yet. That
thought, surprisingly, comforted me. There was
nothing to be afraid of now. The wedding was merely a
formality. The hardest part was already over. No, I
could not turn back... and at that moment I was sure
that I would not have even if it had been a choice. I
loved Anakin, and he needed me. I wanted to love the
darkness out of him... and I almost thought I
could.
I turned from the mirror, and set about finding my
husband.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
He was standing, just as he had been the morning
before we left for Geonosis, in the soft sunlight -
meditating. Again it struck me how god like he
appeared - glowing from the light that bathed him. I
smiled, letting myself enjoy the sight of him for the
first time. He was very handsome. Tall, lean,
bronzed skin, blue eyes. I had never allowed myself
to think of these things before... and now that I
could, I was drinking in the sight of him as a woman
dying from thirst would drink her last cup of water.
Slow and deliberately. He was mine. I was his.
�My bride is pleased?� Anakin�s steady voice rose up
pleasantly to my ears. My smile widened as I
approached him and wrapped my arms about his waist
from behind. He tried to turn to face me, but I would
not let him. He laughed.
�You can not see me until the ceremony has begun.
That is tradition.� Anakin tried, once again, to face
me - and I still refused to let him.
�Who�s tradition?� He asked - and I could hear the
smile in his voice. I laughed as he kept trying to
turn.
�I do not know... it is an old tradition.� He reached
behind and grabbed my forearms as he twisted around.
I covered his eyes with my hands - though he still
held my wrists - before he saw me. He smiled.
�Then we shall make our own traditions so that we will
know where they come from.� He gently took my hands
down from his face - and he looked me in the eyes.
�Nothing can keep me from looking at you today.� He
ran his finger gently down my cheek and encased me in
his arms. �You look beautiful, Padme.� I smile slightly as he leaned down
and kissed my forehead. �Are you nervous?� He asked,
pressing me to his chest.
�No.� I lied. �Are you nervous, Anakin?� He kissed
the top of my head, and then laughed a little.
�... Yes.� I smiled. What man, no matter how in love
he was, wouldn�t be nervous on his wedding day?
�Me too.� I admitted. He laughed again, and then so
did I. �I have never been secretly married before.�
I teased. He pulled away from me a little, and looked
me in the eyes. His face had grown almost
apologetic.
�I know you are disappointed your family can not be
here... but I promise you, we will tell them one day.
We will tell everyone. Our love will not be a secret
forever, Padme.� He paused, and his face slowly
changed from looking somewhat regretful to looking a
little scared. I tilted my head.
�Anakin? What is it?� I could see him swallow, and
he took me by the hands.
�Do you want to marry me?� I softened my face, and
brought my hands up to hold his head - his hands still
on mine.
�Yes, Anakin.� I put my arms around his shoulders -
his hands dropping to my waist -and kissed him gently
on the lips before looking him in
the eyes again. �I can not tell you that I do not
have doubts... that I am not worried of the
repercussions if we are found out... especially for
you.� He looked down. �But I love you, Anakin. It
is only right that I marry the man I love.� His blue
eyes met mine again and they seemed to spark to life
with joy. I felt a rush of warmth run down my spine
as his lips caught mine. His hand, pressed against my
lower back, holding me close to him. His tongue
danced
softly with mine for a few moments... but then the
kiss grew deeper and more passionate than either of us
had intended. I dug my fingernails in to the leather
of his tunic, and his hands held my hips tightly. I
pulled away abruptly and took a few steps back. I
laughed at the dazed expression that took hold of his
features.
�There will plenty of time for that after the
ceremony.� Anakin lowered his head but kept his eyes
on mine. A suggestive grin spread across his face -
dark lust very visable in his eyes.
�Now, Padme... you don�t really think you can kiss me
like that and expect me to stop.� He advanced toward
me slowly, and I moved back with every step he
took.
�Anakin... be mindful of your behavior. It is not
suiting of a Jedi.� I said - pretending to lecture
him. He grabbed out toward me, but I screamed and
turned to run away. I hardly managed to gain two
steps before Anakin�s arms were around my stomach. He
spun me around and swung me easily over his shoulder.
�I trust you wont find my next action suiting of a
Jedi either, Senator.� I screamed and beat at his
back
playfully as he began toward the entrance to the
retreat.
�Master Ani...� A characteristically human, but
decidedly mechanical voice drifted over to us. I
looked
up to see the owner of the voice, but Anakin turned
around quickly, and I was no longer facing in the right direction.
�What is it Threepio?� He asked.
�I am terribly sorry to interrupt, but there is a man
here to see you.� Anakin put me down suddenly. I
turned around to face the droid
�A man?� He asked as his body stiffened - and his
voice was laced with suspicion.
�Yes. He claims to be a holy man... I tried to
explain to him that this is a retreat and not a temple
or holy place. He would not be disuaged.� Anakin
relaxed and took a deep
breath. A series of beeps came from Artoo. Threepio
looked down at him. �What do you mean I am blind? My
visual sensory receptacles are in proper working
order.�
More beeps. �Well, what a distasteful thing to say.�
Anakin rolled his eyes, but I could not help but
laugh.
�Threepio... tell the man he will find us on the
balcony.�
�Of course, Master Ani.� He said and then turned to
walk away. He looked down at his beeping companion.
�Why do you suppose he was carrying her on his back
that way?� Beeps. �Artoo, you will never understand
humans, will you?�
Anakin turned toward me and laughed. I smiled.
�You will have to wait after all.� I said before
placing a gentle kiss on his cheek... but his hands
grabbed my waist and pulled me to him roughly.
�And who said that?� He asked - his voice dripping
with desire. It was amazing how those four words
could make my heart race so violently.
�Anakin... the holy man is--�
�Not here yet.� He interrupted. I looked around,
then at Anakin - whose mouth was twisted in to a
wicked grin. I swallowed.
�We cannot... what if he caught us?� Anakin began
backing me up in to the banister. He bit his bottom
lip and shrugged slightly.
�I guess we will have to hurry then... wont we?� Not
a second after the words had left his lips, Anakin
raised me up to where I was seated on the stone
railing. I held on to his shoulders for balance.
�Anakin, no... we can�t.� I whispered urgently. He
held me as he lifted my dress up to my thighs.
�Shhh...� He said - putting a slender finger to my
mouth and staring me in the eyes. �Or I will make
sure he catches us.� There it was again. The
darkness that forever lurked just under the surface of
this seemingly loving man. After that, everything
went so fast. He was inside me... pushing up, rolling
his hips to meet the inside of my wet thighs. Hot
breath against my neck... provocative words whispered
in my ear. Words that made me blush.
�Anakin!� I moaned with a gasp. His hand went to my
mouth - stifling the rest of my shouts. Low, short
grunts emanated from his throat as he thrust deep
inside of me. Faster... faster... harder...
harder...
�The balcony is just this way...� Threepio�s voice
spoke from not too far away. I looked in the
direction of it, but Anakin grabbed my chin - forcing
me to look him in his hunger filled eyes.
�Me.� He whispered harshly. �I�m inside you,
Padme... taking you in your wedding dress with a holy
man coming closer and closer.� He put his forehead
against mine as he ground himself against me. �You
love it...�
Anakin bucked against me suddenly, releasing his hot
liquid in to my body. My body began to spasm as my
orgasm overtook me. His hand left my mouth, being
replaced by his lips crushing mine to his. If he had
not have done that... the whole world might have heard
me scream in ecstasy...
Anakin lifted me off the banister and set me down on
the ground - I gripped at the rail for support, still
trying to settle my breathing. Anakin held me from
behind and kissed my neck softly.
�I love you, Padme...�
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The holy man spoke fast, and I was so fixated upon
Anakin�s
gaze that I only caught a word here and there... �...
for all eternity...� ... �... bound together...� ...
�... holy sanctity...� ...
Then Anakin took my hands in his and smiled at me... I
could not smile. I could only look up at the man I
loved and fear that we would not have long together.
The holy man walked away silently... and Anakin and I
shared our first kiss as husband and wife - two droids
as our only witnesses. This kiss was soft and full of
nothing but love. We turned together silently toward
the fading sunlight to look over the view. It was so
beautiful. I could not have imagined a more perfect
place to be married.

�My wife...� Anakin whispered to himself... getting
to know the feel of it on his tongue. I smiled.
�My husband.� He turned toward me and pulled me to
him.
�I love you.� He said the words with the deepest sincerity uttered by any man.
I cupped his cheek in my hand. He closed his eyes and
placed a kiss on my palm.
�You know I love you.� I said. He opened his eyes and
looked at me. His wife.
�Even after all I have done... all my imperfections,
you--� I placed my finger at his lip - silencing
him.
�What imperfections?� I asked with a warm smile, and
pulled his head down so that his mouth met mine.
Nothing was held back. His hands raked over my
body... over my breasts. My hands slid under his
tunic - feeling his warm, hard muscles. Our first
kiss had been gentle... our second was bruising and
filled with the passion we shared for each other.
Anakin pulled away and picked me up in his arms,
smiling down at me and breathing heavily.
�Now we can take our time...�
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Anakin�s hands worked sensually behind me
unlacing my dress. When he was done, he slid the
sleeves down my shoulders slowly, kissing each inch of
newly exposed flesh as he went. The material of my
gown cascaded down my body and rested in a pool around
my feet - I was wearing nothing underneath. He helped
me step out of it, then led me to the foot of the bed
where I sat down. He kneeled between my legs and
began placing soft kisses along my neck and shoulders.
I nearly cried out at the sensations stirring
through
out my entire body. He lowered his lips to my stomach
and I buried my hands in his soft hair just as his
came up to cup my breasts. I arched in to his touch -
even as I shook from it.
His palms rubbed soft circles around the sensitive
mounds of flesh for a few moments, and then they found
my hips. I watched as he parted the folds of my
aching core with his tongue, and I shuddered.
His eyes met mine as I grasped at his shoulders
tightly - and though I couldn�t see it, I knew he was
smiling...
His tongue began to stroke me slowly. I moaned and
dropped my head... my hair spilled over Anakin and he
sucked me in harshly. I gasped in both pleasure and
pain.
�Anakin!� I whimpered. I could hear the sounds his
tongue was making on my body, and I began to move
against him - but he held my hips firmly. He wanted
to be in control... as he always did.
He raised his head - his mouth covered in my body�s
reaction to him - and pulled me down for a kiss. As
our tongues met I could taste myself on him... his
fingers found the wet place that his mouth had been
devouring only moments before and rubbed against me
hard and fast. I moaned in to Anakin�s mouth, and he
smiled in to mine. He pulled away - and almost dark
grin hovering over his face. It
made me feel a little uneasy, but I ignored the
feeling. Pushed it away.
�My bride is pleased?� He asked, resting his forehead
against mine - repeating those same words from
earlier. My only response was another moan of
pleasure as one of his fingers entered my body
unexpectedly. He looked me in the eyes as he pumped
his finger in and out of me at an excruciatingly slow
pace... and then he stopped. He pulled away from me
and began tearing off his clothes and without thinking
I helped him slide his pants down his thighs... I
wanted him to be naked with me. I wanted to feel the
warmth of his bare skin against mine. I wanted him
inside me...
Anakin sat beside me on the bed, and then slowly
lowered me on to my back. I could not
help feeling that I was no longer my own person. I
was Anakin�s. He owned me now... just as he had always wanted.
He rested his body on top of mine and raised my hands
above my head. He held them pinned as he kissed my
shoulders and my chest. He raised himself up a little
and positioned his hard shaft at the entrance of my
body. He held my wrists with one hand, and my hips
with the other as he looked in to my eyes.
�My wife.� He repeated forcefully - and then pushed
himself in to me. I could feel myself stretching to
his form. I called out to the gods and Anakin began
to stroke me from the inside with his length. Slowly
and gently at first... but the pace soon quickened and
the force soon intensified. He pounded in to me over
and over again - and each time I met him with a roll
of my hips... taking him deeper inside me with each
stroke. He let go of my hands to take a firmer grasp
of my hips - but something still kept them pinned
above my head. He was using the force again. Gods he
was powerful. How could I have given myself up to
this man?
I uttered a harsh cry. His mouth crashed down on mine
in a frenzied kiss. I could feel the wonderful
pressure mounting up deep inside my body and I wanted
his hard, long manhood to give me that sweet release
that only he had ever given me. I wrapped my legs
around his waist.
�Padme!� He called out as he pulled away from my
mouth. �Oh gods... you�re so tight!� He pumped
harder, faster. Sweat sheeted our
bodies. I moaned. �It�s me giving you this pleasure.
Only me... it�s me fucking you.� I began to cry out
each time his body met mine. Soon his hisses of
pleasure mixed with my own as we moved quickly against
each other...
�Anakin!� I called out as I came to my climax in
pulsing waves of pleasure. Anakin called out and I
felt the warm rush of his seed spill in to me as he
came
inside my body. I moved against him - squeezing my
inner walls against his shaft, milking him of every
drop he had. He dropped on top of me, resting his
head on my chest, and holding me tightly as he panted.
My body shook from the pleasure it had just
experienced.
�Padme...� Anakin whispered - I could feel his
stomach swell against my side each time he breathed
in. I ran my hand over his sweat dampened hair, but
said nothing as I stared up at the delicate lotuses
carved in to the wooden ceiling. A
wave of sorrow crashed over me as I lay there entwined
with Anakin. Soon he would leave and go back to his
Jedi life as if none of this had ever happened. He
would go to war and fight... possibly die - and me
with no real way of knowing. How would I survive
this?
- 8
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