One-Shot: Star Wars II Kiss
Jedi Knight Anakin Skywalker extended a hand to Senator Padme Amidala as he escorted her from the small boating vessel and up the steps of the Naboo palace. The pair strolled down the balcony passages, the sunlight glistening off of Padme's white dress and the black robes of the Jedi apprentice.
"We used to come here for school retreat," Padme regaled Anakin with tales of her youth. "We would swim out to that island every day." She pointed to an isle in the distance, set in the center of the vast lake that the palace overlooked. "I love the water."
Man and woman now paused to lean against a stretch of balcony railing, to take in the view. "We used to lie on the sand and let the sun dry us. And try to guess that names of the birds singing."
Anakin tried not to cringe at Padme's latest comment. Though a pleasant memory, to be sure, he did not share her enjoyment of one particular feature. "I don't like sand," he confessed. "It's coarse and... rough and irritating. And it gets everywhere!" He smiled, in spite of himself. "Not like here. Here everything's soft... and smooth." Without thinking, he made his point by brushing a hand down Padme's exposed back. Startled, she turned to him, staring in almost astonishment as he smiled at her.
The pair's eyes locked. Padme's expression was serious, fully aware of what was going to happen as Anakin leaned into her, yet somehow unable to stop it. Her eyes fluttered shut. She let out the mixture between a gasp and a whimper as Anakin's lips closed themselves around hers. Before she knew it, she was opening her mouth to him, feeling his tongue probe tentatively past her teeth.
Anakin, for his part, could not look away from Padme. He did not want to look away. And he definitely didn't want to stop kissing her. He wanted to be here. With her. Forever.
Indeed, at first, Padme did not resist. And then, all at once, she remembered herself and pulled away. She had just kissed a Jedi! The sudden motion alerted Anakin as well, and he let her go.
"No... I shouldn't have done that," Padme expressed, her voice flat.
Anakin blinked. "I'm sorry...?", the phrase barely coming out in the form of a question, so unsure and confused was he. Well, he wasn't sorry he had kissed her; his lips still tingled from the pressure of hers, and it gave him great elation to know that she had actually kissed him back, if only for a moment. "When I'm with you, my mind is no longer my own."
"It's the stress," Padme rationalized. "The danger of the mission..."
"The view," Anakin said softly, his gaze lingering on the soft curve of her neck. But her face was turned away from him, and she didn't see.