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Summary: Anakin never thought he would see Padme again, until now......... Please, R&R!!
When You Come Back to Me Again
"Tell your sister you were right." Sister. I have a son. I have a daughter. The thoughts hurt Anakin Skywalker to even comprehend it. The thought took him to a place now only accessible in his dreams, Padme. If the first thought hurt, this one wrenched his brain. The ever-quickening lack of oxygen to his head couldn't be helping the ache in it.
'It won't matter soon anyway', he thought. Anakin's view returned to his son, being quickly blocked out by the dots threatening his vision. He had hurt so many people in his life. Padme, Obi-Wan and now, at his death, his son. The dots grew larger and darker soon covering his eyesight and dropping him into inky darkness. Then came something he expected last. He expected the blackness to become part of him, for the dark to consume him, like it had always done. Instead, the darkness was replaced by blinding white. Now the only thing he could see was shining white, no matter where he turned. But wait........something started to form out of the mist.
Anakin stared hard at the quickly appearing outline. Brown eyes stared intensely into his blue ones, sparking something old and forgotten in him. The feelings he had worked so hard to bury, pulsed through his whole body. A smile appeared on her lips; true and pure. Her whole body, draped in shimmering white velvet, formed before his eyes, while a lush green forest appeared behind her, Padme stood in a Naboo forest, not much older than 24, staring at the one and only love of her life. Her perfect lips opened as she smiled even wider 'if that was possible.' Anakin thought. She opened her arms to him as her brown eyes shone with joy. 'Ani! You've returned to us!' He sprinted towards her and embraced her with all that was in him.
Their lips joined together in a passionate kiss, to rival all past kisses. Her smell, her taste, all that he ever loved about her consumed and overwhelmed he senses. When their lips finally parted, they were left panting and attempting to catch their breath and another kiss followed. He looked in her eyes, seeing his own reflection and stepping back, running his fingers through his hair. He felt his smooth skin, a look of astonishment apparent on his face. Padme smirked at him and covered his own hand with hers. "I.....I'm young!" he stammered. She looked at him still finding the human in the situation. "I wouldn't want you any other way."
They kissed again, fiercely and passionately, enveloped in each other's presence. He pressed her closer to him, feeling her soft hair through his fingers. She pulled back from him, faking a moment before to catch her breath before she spoke. Anakin stroked the side of her face, feeling her silky skin, and pushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "What is it?" he asked, wishing to continue where they left off. Padme looked at him, suddenly filled with such emotion, it took all she had to not break into tears at that moment. "I didn't think you'd ever come back to me, Ani." She ran her hands through his hair lovingly. Anakin just brushed her lips so lightly as to tease her and looked straight into her eyes, and smirked. "How could I ever leave my Angel."
Summary: Anakin never thought he would see Padme again, until now......... Please, R&R!!
When You Come Back to Me Again
"Tell your sister you were right." Sister. I have a son. I have a daughter. The thoughts hurt Anakin Skywalker to even comprehend it. The thought took him to a place now only accessible in his dreams, Padme. If the first thought hurt, this one wrenched his brain. The ever-quickening lack of oxygen to his head couldn't be helping the ache in it.
'It won't matter soon anyway', he thought. Anakin's view returned to his son, being quickly blocked out by the dots threatening his vision. He had hurt so many people in his life. Padme, Obi-Wan and now, at his death, his son. The dots grew larger and darker soon covering his eyesight and dropping him into inky darkness. Then came something he expected last. He expected the blackness to become part of him, for the dark to consume him, like it had always done. Instead, the darkness was replaced by blinding white. Now the only thing he could see was shining white, no matter where he turned. But wait........something started to form out of the mist.
Anakin stared hard at the quickly appearing outline. Brown eyes stared intensely into his blue ones, sparking something old and forgotten in him. The feelings he had worked so hard to bury, pulsed through his whole body. A smile appeared on her lips; true and pure. Her whole body, draped in shimmering white velvet, formed before his eyes, while a lush green forest appeared behind her, Padme stood in a Naboo forest, not much older than 24, staring at the one and only love of her life. Her perfect lips opened as she smiled even wider 'if that was possible.' Anakin thought. She opened her arms to him as her brown eyes shone with joy. 'Ani! You've returned to us!' He sprinted towards her and embraced her with all that was in him.
Their lips joined together in a passionate kiss, to rival all past kisses. Her smell, her taste, all that he ever loved about her consumed and overwhelmed he senses. When their lips finally parted, they were left panting and attempting to catch their breath and another kiss followed. He looked in her eyes, seeing his own reflection and stepping back, running his fingers through his hair. He felt his smooth skin, a look of astonishment apparent on his face. Padme smirked at him and covered his own hand with hers. "I.....I'm young!" he stammered. She looked at him still finding the human in the situation. "I wouldn't want you any other way."
They kissed again, fiercely and passionately, enveloped in each other's presence. He pressed her closer to him, feeling her soft hair through his fingers. She pulled back from him, faking a moment before to catch her breath before she spoke. Anakin stroked the side of her face, feeling her silky skin, and pushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "What is it?" he asked, wishing to continue where they left off. Padme looked at him, suddenly filled with such emotion, it took all she had to not break into tears at that moment. "I didn't think you'd ever come back to me, Ani." She ran her hands through his hair lovingly. Anakin just brushed her lips so lightly as to tease her and looked straight into her eyes, and smirked. "How could I ever leave my Angel."