Disclaimers: You know, the usual, Lucas owns
everything, I own nothing. Sadly.
Author's note: This story is the sequel to Darkness Unraveled. It takes place the morning directly after the events of Darkness Unraveled. I swear this story wrote itself. I wasn't even going to write a sequel, but I finished the first one and this damn plot bunny wouldn't quit hopping around in my head (figuratively speaking, of course). Please review!
Upon waking the next morning, Padme Skywalker was surprised to find herself lying on her back, a man's arm wrapped over her waist. She tensed for a moment, before awareness of the previous night's events set in. She collapsed back onto the pillows with a sigh of contentment. She remembered how Anakin had showed up, intent on screwing her and then leaving, again.
But in the throes of passion, something changed in him. And he hadn't left. He'd stayed the night, literally taking her suggestion and holding on to her. Throughout the whole night. They'd had sex twice more. Anakin had done it desperately, as if he was a man thirsting to death and Padme was the only thing that could quench his thirst. The second and third times had also been like the first earlier in the night, in that things were a bit rough. She winced at a twinge of pain in her hip as she shifted, then looked down and saw the source. On each hip were five identical bruises, left by Anakin's fingertips as he'd grasped her hips to thrust into her. ~ Of course, ~ she thought, ~ It wasn't as if I didn't respond just as eagerly. ~
She rolled to her side to survey the beautiful man lying naked beside her; the sheets tangled at his feet- and saw the evidence of her own fervor the previous night. Thin, bloody furrows ran down Anakin's bare back, a few down to the top of his buttocks. Padme winced again, remembering vaguely how she'd scraped her nails down his back in the midst of a powerful climax. She brought one hand over to gently stroke his back, wishing she could erase the marks there, as well as those on his soul. Anakin had caused her a great amount of hurt in the past, but she knew the pain he'd felt in his life was infinitely larger. She wanted to help heal that torment in him. But that would take time, and right now she at least help heal the wounds on his back.
Slowly she eased out of bed so not to wake Anakin, pulling on her robe that lay on a nearby chair. She walked into the 'fresher, opened one of the cabinets, and pulled out a small emergency med kit. But she had one thing to do before she could go take care of Anakin. She went to the sitting room, where the communications system was. She paused for a minute to gather her courage, then opened a link to the Jedi Temple.
Long minutes later, she then padded softly back into the bedroom, holding the kit, along with a wet washcloth. Stopping by the edge of the bed, she knelt down so she was level with Anakin. She opened her mouth to speak to him, then stopped, having thought of a better way to wake him. Her lips met his gently. Even though still asleep, he responded.
Anakin was sleeping peacefully. The first truly peaceful slumber he'd had in a very long time. Now he woke to the feel of Padme's lips on his. Unlike Padme, he remembered the previous night's events clearly as soon as he awoke. His eyes opened to a sight he'd once thought he'd never see again: Padme kneeling by his bedside, her fingers playing gently over the back of his neck. She wore a pale purple robe that fell to mid-thigh, and her thick chocolate-colored hair hung to her waist in loose ringlets. She was so beautiful it hurt. Despite all he'd done, here was this angel, who remained by his side. She smiled at him, "Good morning."
Slowly, hesitantly, he smiled back. "Morning." Then, a memory from last night surfaced: Padme, crying out as he'd pushed her up against the wall. This time, he didn't shove the thought aside. "I didn't..hurt you last night, did I?" he asked, concern tingeing his voice. She smirked. "Nooooo, but I think I might have hurt you though."
He was relieved and puzzled at the same time. He started to sit up. "What do you mean- he stopped, his breath catching a little at the sudden stinging in his back. Padme laughed, saying, "Your back's scratched up. I guess I got a bit enthusiastic in the middle of...things. Sorry about that." Gingerly, he sat all the way up, then his intense blue eyes met hers. "It's alright. I've felt worse." He gestured to his other arm, the mechanical one, now covered in synth-skin. Technology had advanced in the last couple of years, and now, not only did Anakin's prosthetic arm look and (for the most part) feel like a real arm, it also allowed him to feel sensation through it (A/N: Like Luke's prosthetic hand in Return of the Jedi).
"Glad to know I didn't damage the goods too badly," she joked. "But," and her face grew more serious, "Let's see if I can't make it feel a bit better. Now lay back down." "Okay." Sliding onto the bed, she moved until she was kneeling beside him. She took the washcloth, and as gently as she could, began to clean the wounds. Then, opening the med kit, she took out a bottle of antiseptic.
"Okay, I'm going to put the antiseptic on now. Sorry if this hurts a little." With that, she began to dab it on the scratches. Anakin hissed in a breath, startled by the disinfectant's intense sting. She finished as quickly as she could, then brought out one last thing from the med kit, an antibiotic ointment that had a mild pain reliever in it. This she squeezed out onto her fingers, and began to rub soothingly onto the lacerations on his back, all the while trying to figure out how to bring up the pressing matter at hand. She decided to just come right out and say it.
"Anakin, there's something, a couple things actually, that we need to talk about."
"Go on." he prodded, apprehension tinting his voice.
"I need to know if this is for real. If it's permanent. Are you staying?"
"Padme, I-
"Wait, there's more. This morning, before you woke up I contacted the Jedi Temple and talked to Obi-Wan."
A/N: To be continued....
Author's note: This story is the sequel to Darkness Unraveled. It takes place the morning directly after the events of Darkness Unraveled. I swear this story wrote itself. I wasn't even going to write a sequel, but I finished the first one and this damn plot bunny wouldn't quit hopping around in my head (figuratively speaking, of course). Please review!
Upon waking the next morning, Padme Skywalker was surprised to find herself lying on her back, a man's arm wrapped over her waist. She tensed for a moment, before awareness of the previous night's events set in. She collapsed back onto the pillows with a sigh of contentment. She remembered how Anakin had showed up, intent on screwing her and then leaving, again.
But in the throes of passion, something changed in him. And he hadn't left. He'd stayed the night, literally taking her suggestion and holding on to her. Throughout the whole night. They'd had sex twice more. Anakin had done it desperately, as if he was a man thirsting to death and Padme was the only thing that could quench his thirst. The second and third times had also been like the first earlier in the night, in that things were a bit rough. She winced at a twinge of pain in her hip as she shifted, then looked down and saw the source. On each hip were five identical bruises, left by Anakin's fingertips as he'd grasped her hips to thrust into her. ~ Of course, ~ she thought, ~ It wasn't as if I didn't respond just as eagerly. ~
She rolled to her side to survey the beautiful man lying naked beside her; the sheets tangled at his feet- and saw the evidence of her own fervor the previous night. Thin, bloody furrows ran down Anakin's bare back, a few down to the top of his buttocks. Padme winced again, remembering vaguely how she'd scraped her nails down his back in the midst of a powerful climax. She brought one hand over to gently stroke his back, wishing she could erase the marks there, as well as those on his soul. Anakin had caused her a great amount of hurt in the past, but she knew the pain he'd felt in his life was infinitely larger. She wanted to help heal that torment in him. But that would take time, and right now she at least help heal the wounds on his back.
Slowly she eased out of bed so not to wake Anakin, pulling on her robe that lay on a nearby chair. She walked into the 'fresher, opened one of the cabinets, and pulled out a small emergency med kit. But she had one thing to do before she could go take care of Anakin. She went to the sitting room, where the communications system was. She paused for a minute to gather her courage, then opened a link to the Jedi Temple.
Long minutes later, she then padded softly back into the bedroom, holding the kit, along with a wet washcloth. Stopping by the edge of the bed, she knelt down so she was level with Anakin. She opened her mouth to speak to him, then stopped, having thought of a better way to wake him. Her lips met his gently. Even though still asleep, he responded.
Anakin was sleeping peacefully. The first truly peaceful slumber he'd had in a very long time. Now he woke to the feel of Padme's lips on his. Unlike Padme, he remembered the previous night's events clearly as soon as he awoke. His eyes opened to a sight he'd once thought he'd never see again: Padme kneeling by his bedside, her fingers playing gently over the back of his neck. She wore a pale purple robe that fell to mid-thigh, and her thick chocolate-colored hair hung to her waist in loose ringlets. She was so beautiful it hurt. Despite all he'd done, here was this angel, who remained by his side. She smiled at him, "Good morning."
Slowly, hesitantly, he smiled back. "Morning." Then, a memory from last night surfaced: Padme, crying out as he'd pushed her up against the wall. This time, he didn't shove the thought aside. "I didn't..hurt you last night, did I?" he asked, concern tingeing his voice. She smirked. "Nooooo, but I think I might have hurt you though."
He was relieved and puzzled at the same time. He started to sit up. "What do you mean- he stopped, his breath catching a little at the sudden stinging in his back. Padme laughed, saying, "Your back's scratched up. I guess I got a bit enthusiastic in the middle of...things. Sorry about that." Gingerly, he sat all the way up, then his intense blue eyes met hers. "It's alright. I've felt worse." He gestured to his other arm, the mechanical one, now covered in synth-skin. Technology had advanced in the last couple of years, and now, not only did Anakin's prosthetic arm look and (for the most part) feel like a real arm, it also allowed him to feel sensation through it (A/N: Like Luke's prosthetic hand in Return of the Jedi).
"Glad to know I didn't damage the goods too badly," she joked. "But," and her face grew more serious, "Let's see if I can't make it feel a bit better. Now lay back down." "Okay." Sliding onto the bed, she moved until she was kneeling beside him. She took the washcloth, and as gently as she could, began to clean the wounds. Then, opening the med kit, she took out a bottle of antiseptic.
"Okay, I'm going to put the antiseptic on now. Sorry if this hurts a little." With that, she began to dab it on the scratches. Anakin hissed in a breath, startled by the disinfectant's intense sting. She finished as quickly as she could, then brought out one last thing from the med kit, an antibiotic ointment that had a mild pain reliever in it. This she squeezed out onto her fingers, and began to rub soothingly onto the lacerations on his back, all the while trying to figure out how to bring up the pressing matter at hand. She decided to just come right out and say it.
"Anakin, there's something, a couple things actually, that we need to talk about."
"Go on." he prodded, apprehension tinting his voice.
"I need to know if this is for real. If it's permanent. Are you staying?"
"Padme, I-
"Wait, there's more. This morning, before you woke up I contacted the Jedi Temple and talked to Obi-Wan."
A/N: To be continued....