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Legend of the Chosen One: A Forever Destined Vignette
Part 2/?
Pure bliss. Those were the only words her mind could muster for the current state around her. Their children were in the playroom, watching an age appropriate holomovie, leaving them to their own devices. They were cuddled on the sofa together, engaged in a series of passionate kisses. Padme lay over him, as her lips dueled with his in a sensual rhythm. His hands became tangled in her soft curls, as she kissed him hard, while her nimble fingers slowly undid the buttons on his tunic. She purred, as his lips ravaged her neck with urgency. His hands roamed and Padme gasped in excitement, as they skated over her curves with sexual purpose.
"Let's go put the kids to bed...so we can play," she said sultrily, as she bit her bottom lip. Anakin sat up and pulled her up
"Come on, let's put them to bed and then we can pick up where we left off," she promised, just as the door chimed.
"Who could that be at this time of night?" she wondered.
"I don't know," he replied, as they answered the door, only to find Mon Mothma behind it.
"I'm sorry to come so late, but I would like to have a word with you if I may, Padme," Mon requested.
"It can't wait until tomorrow, Chancellor? We are going to put the kids to bed," Padme replied.
"I feel that it cannot," Mon answered.
"Come in," Padme offered, as they stepped aside. Anakin glared at Mon. He wasn't happy at all about her interruption.
"Go ahead and take them up. I'll be up to tuck them in soon," Padme told him. He relaxed a little under her soft brown stare and kissed her forehead, before going to the playroom to get the kids.
"Please sit. Can I get you anything to drink?" Padme asked out of courtesy.
"No thank you. I came to tell you that Judge Lar has chosen you to sit second chair to Luminara Unduli as the Senate's representative in Xizor's trial. I suggested to him that you were not the best choice, since your personal feelings toward him are quite volatile. He disagreed. He believes your impeccable professionalism will win over your personal feelings," Mon said, though she doubted her last sentence.
"Judge Lar is very fair and I will do my best to live up to his expectations. But you felt you had to come here to tell me this at nine-thirty in the evening?" Padme questioned.
"Padme...I came to make a plea to you for Xizor's sake. From one woman who is in love to another, will you please speak with Master Unduli and suggest leniency," Mon requested.
"Leniency? For charges of treason? Please tell me you're joking," Padme replied, as she stood up in outrage.
"You would do it if Anakin was on trial," Mon accused.
"My husband would never do what Xizor has done! He's working for the Sith! He murdered his own people in order to start a conflict between Republic worlds! And he's been using you for the day you met him!" Padme exclaimed.
"That's not true! He loves me!" Mon insisted.
"Mon, I know you want to believe that he does, but you are neither a stupid nor an ignorant woman. He's a Falleen male and he's been using his pheromones on you in order to manipulate you. He's still doing it, because you're still visiting him!" Padme argued.
"I love him! You of all people should understand what that's like! I'd do anything for him, just as you would for Anakin! When your husband was arrested for murder, you helped him escape prison and ran off with him! How hypocritical of you to chastise me for standing by Xizor," Mon said angrily.
"Anakin was wrongly accused and framed. It was completely different from this situation!" Padme retorted.
"Suppose he had killed Palo Danae? I'm betting that you would have stood by him even if he was guilty," Mon accused.
"Yes, I would have, because Palo attacked me! He probably would have killed me had Anakin not stopped him! Palo was a monster! Those forty people that Xizor killed were innocent! If you dare compare Xizor to my husband again, then I will have you thrown out of my home; I don't care if you are Chancellor! Xizor is not even half the man Anakin is. And deep down, you know he doesn't really love you! You know he's using you! You know he's cheated on you numerous times. And you know that he is employed by the Imperial Underground. Stop lying to yourself and come back to reality. You deserve to find real love, but it will never be with him, because he's only capable of loving himself!" Padme yelled.
"Well, I see there is no reasoning with you. I warn you that Falleen will not be happy if their Prince goes to prison. Xizor told me to tell you that you will be sorry if he is convicted," Mon said.
"I hope that wasn't a threat, Chancellor," Anakin said sternly from the top of the stairs.
"I was only delivering the message. Good evening to you both," Mon said, as she left quickly Anakin came down the stairs quickly and grabbed his cloak.
"Where are you going?" she asked.
"To the Temple to give that green sleamo a piece of my mind," Anakin growled. Padme tugged his arm.
"No...at least not tonight. I need you here. Besides, if you go at him when you're worked up like this, then he wins," she reminded. Her words made sense and he sighed. She was right, as usual.
"Fine, but tomorrow I'm switching his meals from regular food to Master Yoda's gruel," Anakin replied deviously. Padme giggled.
"Now that's revenge," Padme said, as they ascended the stairs together. He waited while she went to kiss their children goodnight and then took her hand, as they went to their own bedroom. Once the door closed, Padme kissed him with tender passion.
"Are you sure you're okay after that?" he asked. She nodded.
"I'm fine. And besides, I think we can find a way to make good use of all our pent up frustration now, don't you?" she asked seductively. He smirked.
"I believe we can," he replied, as their lips met again.
~*~
The next morning, Padme saw her family off and sat down on the sofa to continue reading. She was very eager to return to the adventure she had started yesterday...
~*~
"So, that's the whole story," Padmia finished explaining.
"Wow...you've been through so much. I guess I see why you're so strong willed. You've had to be in order to survive," he said, noticing her surprise by his reaction.
"You seem perplexed," he mentioned.
"I'm just surprised you're still here," she replied.
"Why wouldn't I be?" he asked.
"Well, Daddy and I are very poor, for one thing. And I'm the product of adultery; not to mention that my father has a shady past," she replied.
"I have little use or need for material possessions. And it doesn't really matter how you came to be. I myself had interesting beginnings," he mused.
"Besides, it sounds like you mother was wrong to leave your father to go back to Constable Russo. He's an evil man, just like his employer," Anakyn replied. Padmia nodded in agreement.
"Well, I've told you about me. What about you?" she asked.
"What would you like to know?" he asked.
"How about we start with how you defeated those men who attacked me so effortlessly?" she asked.
"I'm a warrior," he answered with a shrug.
"Most definitely, but you're different from any warrior I've ever seen," she replied.
"Does that bother you?" he asked.
"No....of course not. I'm sorry, I didn't meant to offend you. I'm a curious person, but it was wrong of me to pry," she apologized.
"No, it's okay. I just don't want to scare you away. I'm very different," he replied.
"Well, I'm not so easily scared off. I am the daughter of scoundrel, after all," she reminded.
"Okay...I'll show you," he replied, as he approached a very big, tall Shuura tree.
"Do you like Shuura fruit, milady?" he asked. She blushed. No one had ever addressed her with such reverence before.
"It's my favorite, but it's much too expensive to buy at the markets. I only do when it's a special occasion," she responded. She watched in absolute amazement, as he levitated into the air. As if she wasn't stunned enough by that, he bent the large limb of the tree and slowly returned to the ground, while holding the branch down for her to choose.
"Pick one," he urged. She did so and he let the tree's branch return.
"Now, what is your favorite flower?" he asked.
"My favorite flower? Angel blossoms. Why?" she asked.
"Angel blossoms. Very appropriate. Wait right here," he said. She gasped, as he disappeared into a blur. She was stunned even more when he returned moments later holding a single, gorgeous angel blossom. She accepted it, as he handed it to her.
"Thank you, it's beautiful. But where did you get it?" Padmia asked.
"The market. Usually I like to pick them myself, but I wanted to get back as quickly as I could. You really like it?" he asked.
"I...I love it. But the market is six miles from here," Padmia asked in amazement. He just shrugged.
"I'm a fast runner," Anakyn replied sheepishly.
"Wow...you're really not from around her, are you?" she asked.
"No, I live in those mountains," he said, pointing in the distance to Naboo's majestic Sentry mountain.
"You're from the Guardian temple, aren't you?" she asked.
"You're perceptive," he replied, with a nod.
"So, you're a guardian? I knew they had powers, but I wasn't aware they were quite as amazing as yours," she said.
"I'm sort of a guardian. I train with them, but I guess you could say that I have magnified versions of their gifts," he explained vaguely.
"Well, it's those skills that saved me from being at the mercy of Lord Paulo. I'm in debt to you," she replied.
"You don't owe me anything. I'm just glad I was around. I'm in awe of you, Padmia," he said.
"Why?" she asked.
"Because most people would see my abilities and either turn and run away from me or they would look for ways to use my gifts for their own gain. But you have not done any of these things. I feel so at ease with you; like I can be myself and I'm not used to that. I never thought I would find someone that understood me, but I should have known it would be you. You took my breath away the moment I laid eyes on you," he confessed. She blushed.
"I'm an ordinary peasant girl. Why would you ever want someone like me?" she asked.
"You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen and you're about as far from ordinary as they come," he replied, as they reached a small cottage in the clearing.
"This is it," she announced.
"Can I see you again, Padmia?" he asked, with hope in his voice.
"You want to see me again?" she asked, still surprised.
"Very much so," he replied eagerly.
"I'm not working any shifts tomorrow. You could come here and I could pack a picnic. Then you could take me somewhere," she suggested. He smiled.
"That sounds perfect. I know just the place. I'll see you tomorrow, my beautiful angel," he said, nicknaming her. She blushed again and her heart pounded in her chest, as he leaned toward her.
"May I kiss you Padmia?" he requested.
"Yes..." she replied, in a breathy whisper. As he pressed his lips tenderly against hers, she was sure her heart was going to pound out of her chest. "Till tomorrow, Padmia," he whispered.
"Till tomorrow, Anakyn, my savior," she whispered back. She watched in amazement, as he floated into the air and was gone, as the breeze tousled her long, chestnut curls. She touched her lips and went inside her house in a dreamy daze.
~*~
The mercenary knelt before Lord Paulo nervously.
"Where is she?" Paulo asked dangerously.
"We captured her, but then a man came to her rescue," the mercenary said shamefully.
"You expect me to believe that one man defeated you and four of your men!" Paulo roared.
"It is the truth, Sire! He was no ordinary man! He had powers! Speed and strength of the likes which I've never seen!" the man claimed.
"Guards...get this lying filth out of my face! I'll find someone more capable of bringing one weak girl to me," Paulo spat.
"Don be hasty, my son. Tell me mercenary, this man you saw was powerful you said," Governor Denal inquired.
"Yes my Liege. He looked human, but I don't think he was," the mercenary replied.
"Let me guess, he was tall, blonde haired, and well built, with piercing sapphire eyes. Am I correct in my description?" he asked.
"Y...yes My Lord," he replied.
"Father, do you know this menace?" Paulo asked.
"No...I only know of him. The mercenary and his men would have been no match for him if it is who I believe it may be. If it is true that he is on Naboo, then we must consult King Paladine at once," the Governor said.
"I'm going to find this man and make him pay for interfering with my plans!" Paulo ranted.
"Patience son. Only King Paladine knows how to deal with this man. We must go to him. Besides, there are many other fair girls you could take as your wife," the governor reminded.
"But she is the fairest. I will not settle for second best. She is the one I want. She will be my bride whether she wants to be or not," Paulo said evilly.
"If that is what you wish, son. Come. If we are to maintain order on Naboo, then King Paladine must know of the threat the Son of Suns poses," the Governor said quietly.
~*~
Padme looked up from the datapad and saw her husband's speeder on the veranda. She glanced at the chrono and found that it was lunchtime already.
"Hey sweetheart, you're home early," she said, as she set the datapad down and got up to greet him.
"Yeah, I was out on patrol and I just happened to come across these at a vendor stand," he said, as he produced a large bouquet of angel blossoms from behind his back. She gasped.
"Oh Ani...they're beautiful," she said, as she inhaled the fragrant scent of the fresh flowers. She kissed him passionately, before she went to the kitchen to find a vase. He stood in the doorway.
"What's the occasion?" she asked, as she filled her favorite crystal vase with water.
"Well, I never need an occasion to spoil my beautiful wife, but have you forgotten that tomorrow is Lover's Day?" he asked. She stopped and looked over at him. With everything going on, she'd lost track of the days.
"Wow...it is. It slipped my mind with everything that's been going on," she said, as she went into the living area and put the vase full of flowers on the table for display. She turned to him and wrapped her arms around his waist.
"Though I thought everyday was Lover's Day to us," she added sultrily.
"It is, but I'm not about to pass up an excuse to romance you. I have it all planned," he replied.
"Oh really? Do tell, Master Jedi," she replied playfully.
"Well, the kids are going home with their grandparents tonight and I'm coming home, where I'm sure I'll find you wearing something incredibly sexy," he said pausing to kiss her softly.
"Then dinner will be delivered and we'll dine, while sharing an expensive bottle of red wine. Then we'll dance the night away and let our love consume us for what I'm sure will turn out to be a night of unforgettable passion," he said, pausing again to kiss her full lips. Padme pressed her lips hard against his, as he moved his lips passionately over hers.
"And then tomorrow the kids and the rest of the family are going to meet us at Calin's resort. He's letting us use his gardens for a private picnic," Anakin finished.
"How do you always know exactly what I need and exactly what I want?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with love.
"Because you're my life," he replied simply, as their lips met again.
"You don't really expect me to let you go back to work, do you?" she asked, as she cuddled against him. He chuckled.
"I'm afraid I have to, but it will only be a few hours more until you're in my arms again," he replied.
"Good. Do you at least have time for me to make you lunch?" she asked.
"Well, I'm starving, as usual, so that would be great," he replied, as they went back to the kitchen together.
~*~
After they ate, Anakin went back to work. Padme sat down to read more, as her appetite for more romance was insatiable...
The next chapter will be all romance in honor of Valentine's Day!