BY : Acaciah
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Part V

After they landed, Acaciah brought Anakin and a nervous Obi-Wan to Miriam’s homestead. Her villa was set on a lake, which was set at the bottom of a small valley. Smokey blue mountains could be seen, hazy in the distance. A winding path led from the road, past Miriam’s garden to her front door. They entered the path, Obi-Wan taking the lead. The afternoon was pleasantly warm, and the scent of Miriam’s flowers and herbs lingered on the breeze. As they cleared the garden, a package sailed out of the window, toward Obi-Wan’s head. He caught it, and winced. They were love letters. He seemed to brace himself, and knocked on Miriam’s door.

Anakin’s first reflex was to rush at the unseen assailant, but Acaciah held him back with a touch of the hand. ‘She’s ticked,’ he said.

‘Yeah, but she didn’t have our kinsmen ambush him. He’ll be alright. She’s just venting,’ Acaciah replied.
‘You’d be ticked too if your husband left town and you were told he didn’t give a damn that you were pregnant. I do think we should leave them alone.’ She led Anakin toward the pier on the lake. “Miriam was engaged to a Fiona named Celianthos Aramatiea when she met Obi-Wan. They were childhood friends, and everyone just expected that they’d marry someday. All that changed when Master Qui-Gon came here with Obi-Wan.”

“Oh, the wicked Jedi arrive!” Anakin laughed.

“Oh, it’s not just that,” Acaciah said. “There’s a prophecy about the Fiona rejoining the Jedi. A lot of people thought that my – Miriam—was that person who would do that. She did too.”

Anakin regarded Acaciah thoughtfully. “How are you related to them?”

Acaciah squirmed. She really wasn’t comfortable lying to Anakin, but she knew he wouldn’t like her answer. She braced herself mentally and replied, “I am Jedi Fiona Acaciah Karina Sakarte’ Kenobi Seremonde, Padawan and granddaughter of Obi-Wan Kenobi.”

Anakin recoiled slightly. “You’re old enough to be his daughter, not his granddaughter!”

“My mother’s on Alderaan. She just met my father.”

Anakin was shaking his head.

“You felt something odd when I got here, didn’t you?” She removed her crystal headdress and pulled her braid out. She offered the headdress to him. “You gave this to me. Look at the date you inscribed on it.”

Anakin looked at the headdress, the inscription in his handwriting. His lips set in a firm line. He knew his own handiwork. He felt as if he’d been punched in the gut, he couldn’t breathe, he needed air. “No,” he murmured, shaking his head. He took off on the speeder that had brought them from the port to Miriam’s villa, his mind racing. Perhaps the flight would clear his thoughts. It was as if she wasn’t real! Not born yet!

Yet here she was, and he still wanted to kiss her, to make her eyes glow for him. Exhilarating, she’d called him. Jedi weren’t supposed to fall in love. Well, he knew now why Obi-Wan had such a dim view of love, why he didn’t like to express much affection. Love was a dangerous territory. Anakin had been in danger many times before; it had never put him off of anything he wanted, and he wanted Acaciah badly. He had from the moment he saw her there, lovelier than any other flower in the Temple! Gardens. He turned the speeder back toward the villa. She was here now, maybe she could stay here. He intended to find out.

Acaciah, meanwhile, had shed her robes and was down to a light tunic and pants, barefoot, pulling weeds in Miriam’s garden. She wanted to keep her hands busier than her mind.

Anakin came and sat down beside her. “How did you get here?” he asked.

“All things are One through the Force, all places and all times. The Nexus of Oneness may call a Jedi to it if it is the will of the Force. I learned about it in my studies of the Fiona. I would assume the Temple Archives would have information on it as well.”

Anakin raised an eyebrow. “Why are you here, then? What are you learning?”

Acaciah shrugged. “It’s not like going to the fieldmaster’s quarter’s at the Temple,” she said. “I didn’t get a mission packet.” Anakin put his hand on hers, fixing her with his gaze. She continued, “I know that I know you, and it must be part of it. I absolutely adored you, even as a little child. I cried every time you left Coruscant. Now I know why.”

“Can you stay?” he asked.

“I don’t know. From what I’ve studied so far, the Nexus pulls you back when you’ve done what it wanted you to do.”

“What if it decides you need to stay?” he pressed.

“I don’t know, Anakin.” She looked toward the villa. “Master Yoda said it was enough for me to be here.”

Anakin smiled. That at least, he agreed with. He took Acaciah’s hand in his again, tracing the lines of her palm. He had such sensual hands, Acaciah thought. They were long, strong, and nimble. He could create anything with those hands. His fingers trailed over her shoulder, to the long, red curls that she’d let loose earlier.

So soft, Anakin thought, moving to her cheek, tracing her freckles. Unable to resist anymore, Acaciah slid her arms around his neck. They kissed, tighter, deeper, ‘til Acaciah thought she might burst. Finally, their lips parted.

Anakin flashed her a cocky, ‘there’s more where that came from’ grin, and said, “Let’s go for a ride.” She took his hand, and off they went. He was an exceptional pilot, the best seen at the Temple in centuries, and eager to show her why. He gunned the speeder’s engines, swooping down the valley, its verdant emerald grasses rippling in their wake. Acaciah raised her hands into the racing wind, reveling in the moment. She was finally free—no prying eyes of the Jedi Council, no well-meaning Papa, no shadowy past lingering over her head. She was with Anakin, and they could do anything they pleased. She settled down beside him and kissed his cheek.

He smiled. “Where to, M’Lady?”

Acaciah pointed to one of the mountains ahead of them. “There,” she said. “There’s something I want to show you up there. It’s absolutely beautiful.”

Anakin gave her a smoldering look, searching her up and down. “We could stop and you could show me h” he” he offered.

“Oh, go on!” Acaciah laughed. “You’ll see what I mean.” The other side of the mountain contained a small waterfall pool. They parked on top of the falls, and hopped out. Acaciah gave Anakin a playful smile. “Let’s go swimming,” she said, and before he could answer, she jumped and knifed into the water below.

Now Anakin grinned, noting she hadn’t brought anything to change into. He wasn’t going to go around wringing wet. He stripped and dove in after her, thankful that Obi-Wan had made him learn to swim.

Acaciah watched Anakin slink into the water. He was graceful for one so tall and a striking figure from his broad shoulders to his strong thighs and calves. His muscles rippled beneath his golden skin, and she was suddenly aware of how her wet tunic clung to her. Anakin disappeared under the water. Acaciah scanned the pool where he’d disappeared.

“Anakin?” she asked.

He seized her by the waist, pulling them to a smooth rock beside the falls. They laughed, and drew close again. Acaciah shivered against the cool rock.

“You’re cold,” he said. “You’ll have to let your clothes dry.”

“I’ll be cold without them,” Acaciah answered.

“I’ll keep you warm,” he promised, peeling the layers away. He covered her in soft kisses, starting at her nape, trailing down to the twin curves of her breasts. He took one nipple in his mouth, teasing it with his tongue. She caressed his thighs, reveling in his groan of excitement as she neared his manhood. His hands continued downward, stroking the curve from her belly to her mound. His hardness pressed against her thigh, teasing her. She grasped it and stroked him, and he moaned in delight. She gasped as his fingers slipped through her red curls to stroke her swollen bud, to make her ready for him. He reached for her with the Force, sensing her growing urgency. He wrapped her thighs around his face, tasting her silky wetness.

Acaciah took his member to her lips, licking a tiny drop of pre-cum from its tip, and Anakin thrust into her mouth. He continued teasing her bud until she took her mouth away and turned to face him.

“Tell me what you want, Acaciah. I will do anything you ask.” He said, his gaze intense. He teased her clit with his fingers, sparking her with tiny shivers of pleasure.

“Take me!” she gasped, “please, I want to be yours!”

Yours—Anakin liked the sound of that. He positioned himself and kissed Acaciah again. He entered into her quickly, using the Force to massage away the pain.

“Ow, ow, Anakin, ooh!” Acaciah gasped as they began to move together.

Anakin moaned softly. “I knew you were mine,” he whispered. “My Acaciah, I love you.”

“I’ve never loved anyone but you,” she said. She opened herself wider to him, wishing him to take her as deeply as he wanted to go. His every thrust sent them closer to the edge. Her nails dug into his back. “Don’t stop!” she begged him. Her every nerve sang in ecstasy. “Anakin, Anakin, ooh!”

Anakin groaned, and Acaciah felt him shudder as he spent himself inside her. He lay atop her, and they curled together, like a flower closing its petals, sated for the moment.

Meanwhile, Miriam and Obi-Wan had finally worked their way into an uneasy truce. It was obvious to them that Celianthos’ jealousy had caused their separation, but 20 years of heartbreak is not mended in a day. They stepped outside, still talking about Karina, when Miriam stopped in her tracks. “It’s too quiet,” she said. “Where are the children?”

Obi-Wan glanced up the walk, noting the missing speeder. “Anakin must have taken them for a ride,” he said. “They’ll be fine. We can leave them a message.” He looked at Miriam, searching. “You really want to talk to Celianthos?”

Miriam smiled, a welcome sight he’d not seen in years. “I think we should confront him together. Then he’ll really know his bantha’s cooked.” They departed for the Aramatiea compound.

Acaciah’s eyes fluttered open. Anakin was spooned beside her, still dozing in the sun. She wiggled, testing her muscles. She was pleasansoresore in all the right places. She sat up, groaning a little as she did. Some places were sorer than others! Anakin stirred and sat up beside her. He stretched, and again Acaciah admired his broad chest, rippling in the dappled sun. She ran her fingers down his chest, his stomach, down to the long length he’d just pleasured her with. She squeezed it gently, and was rewarded as he stiffened and moaned in her grasp. “More?” she asked rhetorically.

“More,” he agreed, rolling onto her.

“We have to go back sooner or later,” she said.

“Later,” Anakin replied, slipping his finger into her aching desire. She was already wet.

“Definitely later,” she purred in agreement, opening herself to him again…

“It’s going to be dark soon,” Anakin observed. The two gathered up their clothes and dressed quickly. They were both beginning to feel cold and hungry. They made their way back to the villa much more slowly than when they arrived, in no hurry to end the moment. The villa was quiet when they arrived, the servants already in bed, and no presence of Obi-Wan or Miriam about.

“Where are they?” Anakin asked.

“I’m sure one of the servants can tell us in the morning,” Acaciah said. “Or we could use the Force to find them.”

Anakin raised an eyebrow. “No, thanks, I see plenty of Master Obi-Wan already.”

They made dinner and ate quietly, basking in each other’s company. After dinner, they went out onto the porch, nestling in its covered swing. Anakin drew her to him tight, as if he were afraid she’d disappear if he let go. “We seem to have privacy tonight.”

Acaciah looked at him. “You have something interesting in mind?”

Anakin winked at her. “Can I show you something?” He took her hand and led her to the guest bedroom. She tugged off his garments. “Haven’t you already shown me that? Not that I wouldn’t like to see it again,” she said, winking.

“Ever heard of the Taravah?” he asked. Acaciah shook her head. He raised an eyebrow. “A Fiona that doesn’t know about the Taravah?”

“I’m a Jedi Fiona. I think it’s a little different,” she answered.

“I think it’s a lot different!” Anakin exclaimed. “Actually, I think it woue bee better if the Jedi were more like you.” He drew her close and they kissed. He ran his fingers along her brow. “I would like to be with you forever, Acaciah. Would you be with me forever?”

Acaciah responded in kind, caressing him. “I would like that, Anakin,” she breathed.

“Follow what I do, darling,” he said. He reached for her with the Force as he pleasured her. She had never felt ecstasy so sweet. She caressed him back in kind, eager to please him the way he pleased her. Their bodies intertwined in delight. After they peaked, he gave her a satisfied smile. “Now we are One,” he said. “You have to stay with me, Acaciah. We are One in the Living Force.” There was quiet for a moment.

“How do you know about the Taravah?” Acaciah asked him.

“Master Obi-Wan keeps a copy around for sentimental reasons,” Anakin grinned. “Glad I found it?”

She ground her hips against his. “What do you think?” she asked. “I want more.”

Anakin rolled back on top of her. “I do as M’Lady wishes,” he said, with a wicked smile.

Dawn came and went without disturbing Anakin and Acaciah. When they finally awoke, Acaciah was shocked. “I can’t remember a time I’ve ever slept this late!” she exclaimed.

Anakin patted her bottom playfully. “Never stayed busy so late, either!” he teased.

“They’re still not here, you know,” she said.

“I know,” Anakin said, “and I know what you want for breakfast.”

“Really?” she asked.

“Yep. Me.”

Reluctantly they dressed and went down to breakfast. They found the table set and a sumptuous meal already set out for them. The head butler awaited them. He cleared his throat.

“Lord Anakin?” he said.

Anakin looked distinctly uncomfortable with the situation. “Yes,” he said. “And please call me Anakin, just Anakin.”

“Yes, sir. Lo-“ he stopped. “Anakin, Master Kenobi bade me tell you that he and Lady Miriam went to visit Celianthos Aramatiea.” He turned his attention to Acaciah. “Lady Acaciah, Lady Miriam wished you to know that any and all of her resources are at your disposal.”

“Thank you,” Acaciah replied. She looked at Anakin. ‘They remind you of when you were a slave, don’t they?’ she asked gently.

‘Yes,’ Anakin said. ‘Do you mind if I tell them to take the day off?’

‘Not at all,’ she answered. ‘We know how to wash dishes.’

Anakin dismissed the servants, and they sat down to eat. He seemed lost in thought, and finally asked, “How well do I know you, in the future, Acaciah?”

Acaciah measured her words before answering. “I saw you a lot when I was a child. After I turned twelve you were assigned to Daelus V as the Senior Jedi Master there, and I was absolutely miserable when they moved you. Papa hated my reaction when you left. I have always adored you, more so than most Jedi would consider normal.” She paused, gauging Anakin’s reaction. “I also know that you have remembered every birthday I’ve had. Papa has said to me on numerous occasions that I should be cautious in my interactions with you, because you are so much older than me.”

“Great,” Anakin said caustically.

“I have no idea how you feel about me, to be honest, because Papa does limit my contact with you.”

Anakin’s eyes narrowed in response.

Acaciah continued, “I have never told you how I feel about you because there is not much that a Padawan can freely say to a Jedi Master of such things.”

Anakin brightened a little. “So you do love me, then and now!”

“Yes,” Acaciah said. “I have always loved you. I was a very unusual child, very intense. Many said I was too emotional to be a Jedi. After I was born Papa took me to the Temple to be tested and one of the Pre-Cogs said I was destined to be the Mother of the Jedi. I think that is the only reason why it has been tolerated.”

“Mother of the Jedi!” Anakin exclaimed. “What does mea mean?”

“I don’t know,” Acaciah shot back. “What does it mean to be the Chosen One?”

Anakin grinned, suddenly playful. “If the Jedi have a mother now, they have to have a father, too, don’t they?”

“I have no idea how literal that is. I don’t think the Council does, either.”

“We could make it literal,” he suggested, giving her a sultry look.

“Oh, goddess, if I came back pregnant…” she trailed off, not wanting to finish that thought. “Of course, it has always seemed to me that the Jedi Council is waiting for me to do something naughty. I always feel like I’m being checked out when Papa and I have to go before them. In fact, I go to Geraint’s apartment by the University to hide out when I feel too scrutinized!”

Anakin mulled over her words. “So you haven’t seen much of me in person; have you seen me at all?”

“I dream about you,” Acaciah looked wistful. “I do that all the time.”

“I dream about you, too,” he said. “My dreams come true, you know.”

They cleared the dishes. After finishing, they went to Miriam’s study, to consider their next move.

“They went to go see Celianthos,” Acaciah said. “He’s the one who broke up their marriage. He’s still not a very pleasant fellow. He’s supposed to be a wonderful scholar, so he’s not to be trifled with. Be warned, though, he doesn’t like the Jedi much. He called Yoda a backwards talking idiot.”

Anakin rolled his eyes. “Sounds like sour grapes to me,” he said. “I still think we should check him out. I have a bad feeling about leaving them alone.”

Acaciah nodded her assent, considering her next words. “I know that we participated in a battle here,” she said. Now she had Anakin’s rapt attention. “The ruling House of Savros is tainted with Sithas.” Anakin gave her a curious look. “Ah, Sithas is the Fiona word for Sith. Not all of them, mind you, but the Sithas among them intended to undo the Jedi-Fiona union, if not politically, then personally.”

“Better that they don’t know who you are, then,” Anakin said. “We should start with Celianthos. Maybe if we catch up to Master Obi-Wan and Lady Miriam we can warn them about the battle.”

They took a landspeeder and headed out to the Aramatiea compound where Celianthos lived. They found him in the main study in the Great Library, pouring over various holocrons. He ignored them as they approached, finally forcing Anako clo clear his throat in order to gain Celianthos’ attention.

“It must be my lucky day,” Celianthos remarked. “I have had an undue amount of visitors today.” He turned to Acaciah. “Who are you, young lady?”

“Acaciah Sakarte’,” she responded. “And this is Jedi Anakin Skywalker—“

“I know who he is,” Celianthos interrupted. “I am not interested in a former slave turned Jedi! The Chosen One indeed! You’d be better off as a slave than a Jedi!”

Anakin’s eyes darkened. ‘Ignore the idiot,’ Acaciah ‘pathed to him. ‘He’s like this toward all Jedi. He’s barely civil to me.’

‘That doesn’t score him any points in my eyes,’ Anakin replied. She squeezed his hand.

Celianthos caught the gesture, and sneered. “Another Sakarte’ bonds with a Jedi? Hasn’t Lady Miriam’s example taught you anything? Or do you fancy being pregnant and alone?”

Acaciah stiffened at the disrespect directed to her grandparents. “Funny you should mention Lady Miriam and Master Kenobi,” she said. “As I recall, if you hadn’t interfered, Miriam never would have been alone.”

Celianthos’ lips tightened. “If Miriam had kept to her own people, none of this would have been a problem,” he snapped.

“Seen them lately?” Anakin cut off Celianthos’ rant.

“No,” he answered. “Them?” he sounded curious now. He actually looked at Anakin. “You’re still a Padawan, aren’t you? Obi-Wan’s Padawan.” His eyes held a dangerous gleam to them now. “Where is your Master now, boy?”

“I don’t have anything else to say to you,” Anakin said. “Let’s go, Acaciah.”

“I’m sure I’ll see you later, Acaciah,” Celianthos said. “Goodbye, Anakin.” His smile did not hold around the eyes.

Anakin slipped his arm around Acaciah’s waist in response as they left the Great Library. They drew indignant stares and murmured oaths as they left, so obviously a couple in posture and gestures. ‘There are quite a lot that don’t want the Jedi and Fiona united,’ he remarked to Acaciah. He was tempted to kiss her in front of them all. Let any of them say anything! Celianthos’ words rankled within him. How dare he judge Master Obi-Wan, or Acaciah, or himself!

They came to their speeder. “How can you stand it?” he asked Acaciah.

“I grew up among the Jedi,” Acaciah replied. “Actually, Papa Kenobi raised me. This is my first visit to Alameen. You probably see it more often than I do, Master Skywalker!” She gave him a wink.

Anakin frowned. He didn’t want to think about years of Acaciah’s childhood, years he’d have to watch her grow up and not be near her.

“Do you sense them anywhere near here?” Acaciah asked.

“Do you always switch to the here and now when you don’t want to think about something?” Anakin replied.

“Yes, it works quite well,” Acaciah responded. “And I tried to listen to his thoughts while you were talking to him. I’m good at that, I know it’s sneaky but I felt like he was lying to us.”

Anakin smiled at her cleverness. “What did you get?”

“He hasn’t seen them, but he knows they’re in town together. The other logical place for them to go is to the Savros’ manor, because good manners here would dictate at least saying hello.”

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