My Tiny Wife

Anakin wasn't used to sleeping in. There was no buzz of a thousand lightsabers, no chattering outside in the halls outside, no engines and honking motorists. Just...quiet. Peace.

He closed his eyes against the rising Nubian sun, feeling a light breeze drift through the curtains and over his bare skin. A small smile crossed his face - they must have forgotten to close the windows when they fell asleep.

Whenever that was.

Thinking of the memories of the previous night - which made him feel hazy and tingly and warm - he shifted to his back. The sheets around him were so much warmer and softer than the ones at the Temple - he made a mental note to buy some when he was knighted and given his own private room.

A warm hand stretched over his chest, slim and free of calluses. He grasped it gently, bringing it to his lips.

"'morning husband," Padmé murmured, tucking into his side, her braid spilling over his arm.

Husband. He grinned at that, dropping her hand and brushing her temple. "Morning my tiny wife."

Padmé craned her neck and squinted, watching him laugh at her mock annoyance.

"Oh my God, can you stop worrying? I'll be fine."

General Skywalker huffed, folding his arms over his chest while he followed Senator Amidala into the kitchen. "Asking me to stop worrying is like asking me to stop breathing."

Dormé - seated at the table eating a quick luncheon - didn't bother to move from her seat. She knew from experience that whatever they were arguing about would be resolved within hours.

They just liked to do it loudly.

They liked to do everything loudly.

"Padmé - I don't want to you heading into an active war zone!"

Senator Amidala groaned, opening the refrigerator and pulling out an apple. "Ani, I'll have you and the GAR protecting me -"

"I can't focus on the battle if I'm worried about you!"

Dormé glanced over - then gaped a bit - when her mistress stood on a chair, hilariously still inches shorter than her husband.

"This is a dipolmatic mission, Anakin Skywalker." Senator Amidala poked the General in the chest, glaring at him. "I'm going whether you like it or not."

General Skywalker ran a hand through his hair - really, it was strange to see him without the padawan braid - and rolled his eyes. "As my tiny wife commands."

"Jerk," she muttered, giving him a light shove and laughing when he gave an overdramatic gasp and grasped at his shoulder.

Dormé shook her head. She didn't agree with her mistress's marriage, but they seemed happy enough.

Most of the time.

Padmé woke to an empty bed. It wasn't the most alarming thing to happen - she was married to a Jedi and a soldier. He was often gone for long spans of time, sometimes without notice, and occasionally had to leave for the Temple before dawn broke.

But this morning she knew he was in the apartment - the shower in the 'fresher was running, and probably would be for a long time. Being born on a desert planet, Anakin had never experienced water showers before Coruscant. He took long ones when he was home - home, she loved that word - and always came out looking far less troubled.

She glanced at the chrono, pleasantly surprised to realize she wasn't needed at the Nubian Embassy until later in the morning. With a smile she slid out of bed, slipping out of her sleepwear - really his tunic - and padded into the 'fresher, listening to him hum while she bound her hair into a bun.

"The water's getting cold Angel," Anakin called - sang really - and then chuckled at her responding snort. He pulled the glass door of the shower aside, steam spilling out.

"You're so dramatic." She grasped his hand, letting him tug her into the warmth. The water hit her from all sides - benefits of having a Senate apartment - but that wasn't what she was focused on. No, she was really focused on the way he pushed her against the wall of the shower, kissing her quite eagerly.

"This is how we're starting the morning?" She murmured between kisses, accidentally biting his lip in surprise when he tugged her legs around his waist. "Shower sex?"

Anakin laughed, burying his head into her shoulder, holding her tightly. "Mm hmm."

"Sure I'm not too heavy?"

He chuckled, lips heavy on her neck. "You're light as a feather, my tiny wife."

The apartment was quiet, unbelievable so. There was no movement, no security moving around, no handmaidens talking - just silence. Even C-3PO and R2 were shut down, tucked into a corner.

Everyone had been given the day off - even Anakin had filed for a day. He hadn't given a clear reason to Obi-Wan - just that he wasn't feeling to great mentally, and didn't think he should be at the Temple for the day.

Obi-Wan looked skeptical, but it wasn't a total lie, and his former master had nodded assuringly and promised to pass on the message.

The bubbling of the caf machine brought his attention back to the present. He sighed, switching the machine off and pouring a mug slowly. He didn't usually put sweetener in his caf, but today he did - zoochberry syrup - and stirred it slowly while walking to the living room.

An armchair was still turned over. Grimacing, Anakin set the mug on a coaster before righting it, not wanting to think of the previous few days, wanting to put everything behind them.

Stupid. Idiot. Why did you do it?

But what would Clovis have done if you hadn't shown up?

"You're still here?"

Anakin glanced up, watching his tiny wife in the threshold between the hallway and the living room. It killed him to witness the nervousness on her face, the way she rubbed her arms and glanced skittishly around the apartment.

"Yeah." He shrugged before shifting the armchair into its correct place. "Thought I'd take a day - rather my thoughts."

"Oh...okay."

He pressed his lips together, glancing away, towards the rising sun. "I brewed a pot of caf."

She nodded, wrapping her shawl tight around her while walking into the kitchen.

Shoulders slumping, Anakin sat on the couch and took his caf in hand. The warmth of it spread through his organic fingers. He glanced over when the floorboards creaked a moment later, pleasantly surprised to watch his wife sit down beside him.

She tucked her legs against her chest, holding the caf close, staring at the Coruscanti skyline.

"Do you want to move to Naboo when the war is over?" Anakin asked quietly.

Author's note: so here's this fic. I really enjoyed how this turned out!

(I might do a part 2 dealing with RotS - we'll see)

Let me know what you think! :D

(As usual, I'll fully edit this later)

ii Digestive Reader ii