Secret Love
Anakin Skywalker and Padmé Amidala's thoughts on their secret life together.
Coruscant
Senate Rotunda
Through the thick vines of Senators, Jedi, and other beings his blue eyes meet hers.
We get so close but we never touch, though Anakin Skywalker wanted to, and so...desperately.
Got to wear this mask for just long enough, Padmé Amidala keeps telling herself. To get away from all the eyes that stare us down. Chancellor Palpatine. Master Obi-Wan and other members of the Council scolding them with their eyes and other visuals. As if they knew.
It's almost as if they were two criminals with the dream to steal. And it was not fair. It isn't right, Anakin often feels.
Not a trace can be found of the way they felt. They had to hold their masks in place. For just a bit longer, Padmé thought. Not a stolen glance. A single touch. Another stolen glance.
With their hearts on line, they give in and they get away. Practically running in the turbolift. Down the hallway and out the entrance. Not caring for a moment if anyone notices. They had waited long enough. Not seeing one another in weeks until this evening.
Secret love, all the things we do, Padmé reminds herself. All our duties. All the waiting to simply be together. To even simply say hello. To touch. To kiss.
For secret love. The secret marriage. The secret life they share.
Staying under cover and out of sight. In the shadows. Invisible. Except in the walls of their apartment.
Her apartment, Anakin bitterly corrected himself. Finally making into the secret side entrance. And into the turbolift. Separate turbolifts.
If nobody knows, then they were doing it right. We are doing the right thing, Padmé keeps telling herself.
Secret love. When one has a secret love...
When you're living a life that you got to deny, Padmé eyes close in guilt. You make so many sacrifices. So many that you never thought you'd have to. Never in her wildest imagination did she think she'd have hide something so big. So wonderful from thought for sure she'd have a family by now.
When you feel how we feel, Anakin thought, but you got to keep lying.
It's only going to mess you up inside, Padmé had always been told. When it came to secrets. Lies. And how fast she-they had learned that. All the guilt. All the self-hating. For all the lying. All the secrecy.
When they walk by each other in a crowded room. Anakin scowled, and nobody sees how I'm looking at you. Instead all those other men. Those other suitors. Flirting. Bedding her with their eyes. Anakin lips curled in disgust.
But when it's all over, Padmé tells him with her eyes, we'll meet in a minute at the rendezvous. Giving each "the look". To meet at her office. In the apartment. Behind some pillar in the Senate Hallway.
They were the only ones who knows what one means.
Secret love, all the things we do. For secret love, oh my Angel, Anakin sighs as he leaned against the turbolift wall, me and you.
Got a secret love.
Staying under cover. In the shadows. And out of sight and out of the eyes of the Republic.
If nobody knows, they always tell each other and themselves, then...we're doing it right. We are doing the right thing.
Secret love.
Got a secret love.
We're in love, Padmé thought cheerfully. Then her happiness evaporated, but nobody knows.
We're in love but nobody knows it yet. Obi-Wan. Palpatine. The Jedi. Padmé's own family. Their family, but not really. And really...Are we in love if nobody knows? Anakin wonders. What if she doesn't really love me?
Are we in love if nobody knows? Padmé wonders as she wonders around her apartment.
Are we in love if nobody knows it yet? Anakin wonders. Some day they would know.
Are we in love if nobody knows it yet? Padmé wonders. Yet...assuming loved ones and friends would ever know. And what would any of them-her family say when they found out?
I guess it's a secret. And that was the way it had to be. The price they had to pay to keep it. For their secret love, all the things we do, Anakin thought. All the sacrifices. They've made in the name of the Republic. Democracy. For love. And for each other.
For secret love, Padmé thought sadly, oh Annie me and you. All the waiting for one another. All the secrecy.
Got a secret love.
Under cover and out of sight. Inside the walls of the apartment.
If nobody knows, then we're doing it...right? They both wonder from time to time.
Got a secret love.
The turbolift doors finally opened. Anakin finally made it up to the apartment. Like the turbolift doors, would they ever be free?
For they have a secret love. A secret marriage.
And they finally embrace. With their still on their minds and between them.
End.
Based on the song, Secret Love by Hunter Hayes.
This is my second song fic. The first one is Complicated. Also an Anidala songfic. Which I finally received a review. Anyway that finally gave me the encouragement to finally try another one. So thank you Guest!
Review please! Let me what you think. Would you like to see another, or not.
Next chapter of Surprises: Free will be coming soon. Hopefully in a few days.