A little moon light crept in, all the candles but a few had burnt out leaving little visibility within the bedroom, the pair had still not slept. Padme's leg sprawled over Anakin's body as her head rested on his shoulder, their hands intertwined while they spoke of their future plans; mainly how they might find ways to speak to each other now they were to be separated. Their bodies were hardly covered by the bed sheets as the warm air flowing in from the window kissed their skin, still heated, from the intensity of their wedding night. Padme's hair ran wild across the pillows while Anakin rested his head on hers, almost burying his face within the thick brown curls, savoring every last detail of his sweet wife before tomorrow came. They had decided that Anakin would not contact her, Obi-Wan could be with her at any time and Senate meetings sometimes ran late; and it was now far too perilous to get caught. So, she would call him in the evenings as soon as she was free, his Jedi training would not carry on late into the night, making this plan much safer. Both vowing to see each other as soon as possible.
"Will you miss me terribly?" Padme gazed up at her husband.
"I'd cross all the Galaxies to be with you."
Padme rose her head to face him, "But will you miss me?" Sitting up to straddle him, she playfully tickled his ribs as she asked again. "I won't stop! Unless you confess, you will simply be lost without me!" Her hair tumbled over one shoulder covering one of her petite breasts, Anakin writhed about in a fit of laughter as Padme continued her torture. "Yes! Pahaha! Yes!... I'll miss you!" He cried, Padme relented her attack, still giggling slightly, admiring her husband's bare chest as the pair swiftly became aroused once more. Anakin's eyes loomed over her... Her pert breasts rising into little pink peaks, how her waist curved into full hips; beckoning him to pull her closer. Padme began to grind against him, encasing his growing penis within her inviting, warm folds. Anakin pulled her in for a kiss before flipping her onto the bed, their bodies still glistening from their previous frenzy as they cast away the world around them once more. Devoured by their thirst for one another. Bringing her knee over his shoulder, Anakin plunged his cock deep within her as she gasped, her wetness allowing him to thrust in and out with easy. His strong arms either side of her as she wailed, calling his name between moans, her hands teared into his back as he drove deeper into her. Pushing harder, driving Padme against the headboard as he quickened his pace, "I love you." He growled repeatedly into her shoulder as he began to reach his peak. "Aaahhhh!" Padme whimpered. Her core spilling over like a dam breaking its waters, cascading over his engorged phallus, heightening his pleasure. Feeling her release, Anakin ravished deeper, clashing into her cheeks until he too found his apex, holding Padme tight as his member pulsed inside her... Slowly coming back to rational thought, their bodies sticky, pooling in the aftermath of their lust.
"I don't see why I have to stay here, when I have business to attend on Coruscant!" Padme spat at Obi-Wan as he left the hanger, arriving at Naboo as Anakin boarded to leave.
"Pleasure to see you too, My Lady." He glinted back, impervious to her obvious outrage, turning to face his Padawan. "Anakin! I'm sorry this is the way of things, but you know it had to be done."
Anakin brooded wishing he could tell his Master, that in fact, he was now the happiest man alive. That the woman he loved was now his wife and that nothing could part them. But, he had to keep up pretenses; proceeding to scowl at Obi-Wan before replying, "Yes, Master."
"Good. May the Force be with you."
"And with you." Anakin boarded the ship, resisting the urge to look at Padme one last time.
Obi-Wan led Padme away from the ship as it began take off, "As for you, Senator, you are required to stay here until the Council is satisfied Anakin has rid himself of his attachment." Padme huffed.
A couple of days had passed, Padme was losing her sanity to boredom, refusing to convers much with Master Obi-Wan and purposefully defiant of his orders to alert him when she would be out in public. At night, she would call Anakin on her holocrom, hearing his voice quickly soothed her to sleep. Anakin watching her rest each time before ending the call, counting down the days until he would be with her again. Tonight Padme had been invited to attend a Nabooian ball, in honor of the new Queen, telling Obi-Wan she wasn't going of course. However, this was a welcomed distraction from her continual pining for her husband, just what she needed, an excuse to dress up quickly put a smile on her face as she pondered over which gown to wear. She decided on a corset dress in pale blue, sheer flowing fabric covered in floral print draped over her shoulders, with a full-length skirt that flowed in the same fabric as the sleeves. Her hair half pinned up in an ornate brooch of gold, dotted in blue stones, allowing her long curls to drape down her back. Just as she was opening the door to leave, Padme, nearly walked straight into Master Obi-Wan, "Oh!" She exclaimed, stopping herself from crashing into him.
"Just in time! I thought you might change your mind, it's a good thing your body guard is wise enough to check up on these things." He smiled at her.
She continued leaving her apartment, brushing past him. "I wouldn't say he is wise." He kept pace behind her. "My Lady, you wound me..."
"I thought Jedi were condemned to feel nothing at all."
Obi-Wan sighed, "Padme, I know this seems unfair, but surely, you must understand where his obsession with you could have led." Padme span round to face him, "Love is nothing to feel guilty of! He is human! Who are you to banish love!" Obi-Wan slowly closed the gap between them, arms crossed within his robe. "My Lady, love, and lust, are not one in the same." Padme attempted a retort but was a little flushed by his close proximity, turning to make her way to the ball scolding herself for being so foolish. As the night progressed Padme had drank a little to ease her tension, it was late into the night, Obi-Wan had remained at the edge of the grand hall watching for any suspect activity. He observed her as she meandered through the crowd, gracefully weaving in and out, speaking to the various people attending. They seemed just as enamored with her as he was, flocking to speak with the great Queen of Naboo who had fought to save them. His eyes wondering to her full bosom, highlighted so perfectly by her gown, Stop this man! This is madness! The hypocrisy of his actions were not lost on him. How could he discipline his young apprentice, when he too, was mesmerized by her beauty. In the moments he'd looked away Padme had disappeared. "Oh blast!" Instantly making for her apartment in an effort to find her, running down the long hall that led to the other end on the palace, finding her as he turned toward her room. "What in blazes are you playing at?" He called out, breathless as he caught up to her.
"Nothing, I'm merely making my way home."
He tugged on her arm, commanding her to stop. "How on Naboo am I supposed to keep you safe if all you do is sneak about?" Moving ahead of Padme, blocking her path. "You can't stay mad forever, My Lady."
Padme scoffed, "Oh really? Who are you to say I cannot be mad? I could rage forever for all you know."
Obi-Wan smiled at her, even when protesting, she was beautiful.
"Why are you smiling? Do I amuse you Master Jedi?"
"Exceedingly." He gleamed. Padme's brow furrowed as she pushed past him to open her apartment door, not acknowledging his presence, instead slamming the door in his face. "Night then, My Lady." He quipped through the shut door.
"Ahhh! Anakin!" The Chancellor rose from his seat, "It's good to see you again son!... Though... I had heard some troubling news... You being on some probation of sorts?"
Anakin made his way into Palpatine's office. "Yes, I... It's nothing really. Just brushing up on the Jedi code. And further training with Master Yoda."
"Good!... Good! Glad to hear it's nothing too serious... after all... I don't know where the Jedi would be without you." He patted Anakin on the back. "At least the whole Sand People business is out in the open now."
Anakin halted. "No, they're still unaware of what happened with my mother, I'm afraid I'm back due to other circumstance."
Palpatine smirked, a glint of pleasure within his eyes as he turned to shut the office door. "You are a spirited one, young Anakin... If there's anything I can do to help... You can confide in me always."
