This is a one shot between Anakin and Padme. Enjoy!

The winds blew peacefully on that exquisite day on Naboo. Anakin and I walked slowly, side by side, in the calm green meadow. I noticed how he constantly looked down at me, and I wanted with all my heart to look back. Though the day was warm, I shivered in response to the beauty that surrounded me. Suddenly, I bent down to pick a few scattered flowers in the grass. I took my time in choosing the ones I liked the best. Anakin was watching me closely, trying to hide a smile. The smile broke out easily from my mouth, and then I found myself looking up at him. His expression became serious, and he crouched down to be eye level with me. My whole body quivered as his eyes sank deeper into mine. Every thought I was having was being drowned out by my noisy beating heart. I tried extremely hard to tear my eyes away from his beautiful face, but I couldn't. His mouth curved slowly into a smile that nearly knocked the breath out of me.

Shamefully, I dropped my gaze. I stood slowly and began to walk again. So many thoughts bombarded my head. Anakin quickly followed after me, although it didn't take long for him to catch up. "Anny," I said, using his most hated nickname, "You don't have to follow me everywhere, you know." He looked towards the extra green grass and replied, "No, I do." His tone was very final and a surprise to me. I carefully looked up at him, as he continued to look down. I stopped moving and watched him turn towards me. "Listen," I said quietly, "I know what's going on here. And do not think you're the only one. I feel it too. You know why we can't... do how we please. If I'm making this as hard as you're making it for me, please, tell me!" His eyes refused to meet mine. I walked towards him and held his face between my two hands. "Anny. Look at me," I said fighting to meet his stare.

His eyes looked at me for a second before his lips found mine. I didn't object, I couldn't. My head was spinning with ways that I should have been stopping him, but it was too impossible. His soft lips were gentle, yet desperate against mine. His breathing was hitched and he reached down to pull me in closer. I had been trying to deny these feelings for a long time. Now, I felt like they were releasing themselves with every kiss that was shared. I needed him. I felt addicted to his strong arms that held me tightly. I wanted more of his forceful kisses. In the back of my head, a warning kept repeating itself to me. Finally, I knew I could not ignore it. I had to use all my strength to pull away from his tight embrace. "We shouldn't have done that," I said, knowing that I was mostly talking to myself. The sun was directly above us, and we were both breathing heavy. Anakin looked up towards the sun, as he said, "I'm sorry."