The Bounty Hunter: Ch. 5
My eyes snap open as danger floods my system. I immediately reach out with my honed senses and my head snaps to the right to see a droid cutting a hole through the window from the outside and two little creatures drop through the window.
I jump up, startling Padmé awake and reach my hand out for my repeating heavy blaster that's somewhere on the floor. It flies to me and I open fire the second it hits my palm. I take both of those things out in two shots and reach out a hand for the droid just outside the window. My eyes close as I focus the Force on the droid, imagine it coming to me, it screeches in protest as the door slides open and a blue lightsaber snaps to life.
Obi-Wan's surprised, and not just at my naked state with my cock all hanging out, but at what he's seeing me do. I tune him out and pull the droid in through the window, shattering the glass, and shoot the droid once, center eye. It falls to the carpeted floor.
"Perhaps you both should get dressed, then we should talk." His lightsaber deactivates and he leaves us be, motioning for the security team to stop when they arrive and closes the door behind him to let us get dressed.
Padmé looks startled, her eyes wide, the thin sheet covering her naked body. I walk around the huge bed to her and take a seat, pulling her against me and wrapping her up in my arms. She's trembling, and definitely not in the same way she was earlier tonight.
I kiss her on the head. "It's okay, Padmé. You're okay, I won't let anyone harm you. Ever." And I mean that. Jango just moved from…friend to enemy in the span of two days.
Nobody messes with the people I love and gets away with it. I made a name for myself in the Outer Rim as a hardened bounty hunter, one who never stops until I have my target in my sights and dead at my feet or frozen in carbonite on my ship, the Blue Angel.
Jango is the same way, except most of his targets end up dead. He's the one who taught me a lot about what I know. Now it's time for the apprentice to become the master. And I will come, Jango. Count on it. You will not take her from me. I stew inside, but on the outside, I rub Padmé's back and hold her until she's ready to get dressed and step outside to the awaiting security team and handmaidens.
Padmé calms down a short while later, then we get dressed. I just throw on a shirt and the pants on instead of that whole constricting uniform, and she throws on a different dress, since I tore up the old one and we step out of her bedroom. I stay close on her heels, my mind completely focused on what just happened and what lies ahead for us.
"They won't stop," I start, stating the obvious to everyone around us. "It's not safe for Padmé to be here. I think we should-"
Padmé places a hand on my chest to stop me. "I can't leave, I need to be here for the vote. This is important, it's why we came here in the first place. I can't- I won't, let Cordé's death be in vain. I owe it to her- to them, to do my duty."
Nobody challenges her. Though I can feel Obi-Wan and Typho both looking at me pointedly, as if I can make her change her mind. I raise my hands to them in surrender, "Don't look at me, once she's determined to do something, she does it." Like she did me, when she was sucking my cock and meeting me thrust for thrust as I pounded into her, Padmé gets my double entendre and her face softens just a bit, I decide then to try and talk her out of staying. "I won't make you leave, Angel, you're not mine to demand such. And even if you were, I'll stay at your side no matter what you decide...but, surely, someone else can vote for you, so their deaths won't be in vain. They wouldn't want you to- we- I don't want you to stay here and potentially die." I steel myself, because she won't die.
Not if I have anything to say about it.
I can feel her mind churning as she takes in what I just said. She's thinking about it, I suddenly realize. My chest even puffs out in pride- and amazement. "Not fair," she points a finger at me. "Fine. Jar Jar," she says, turning to the ever-perplexed looking Gungan. "You need to take my place."
Obi-Wan nods his head to me only a fraction. He's pleased, that much is clear, he also has a lot on his mind and as Padmé tells Jar Jar what she needs him to do for the upcoming vote, Obi-Wan pulls me aside and motions to the veranda where we can talk alone.
"You and the Senator have grown close," he points out, cutting right to the chase. "How long have the two of you been together?"
Despite agreeing with the Jedi Council that he wouldn't be the right master for me, not when he just became a Knight himself, I do respect Obi-Wan. He offered to leave the Jedi for me, but I didn't let him. It didn't feel right and I told him so.
The Jedi was all he knew. It's what he was- what he is. It wasn't who I was, or what I was meant to be. Meeting with the Jedi Council and being in their oppressive and smothering presences as they denied me a place in their ridgid, sanctimonious Order, made me feel that it was the right decision.
I couldn't- wouldn't just leave my mother behind to be a slave. I couldn't live with myself if I did, especially if I never got to see her again. So I went back, after having a tearful goodbye with Padmé-
Shaking my thoughts away, I look out at the sky traffic beyond. "Only since yesterday," my answer surprises him. "We only reunited yesterday. Well- two days ago now, I guess. It's a long story, Obi-Wan."
He crosses his arms across his chest. "I'm a good listener," he gives me that pointed look, and if it was any other Jedi, I would've given him a piece of my mind.
But he isn't any other Jedi. "When I went back to Tatooine," I start and tell him everything. He doesn't interrupt me once, and he keeps his emotions locked away so tight that I don't feel anything from him or even see any hint of emotion on his face.
Finally, he blows out a breath, walks farther out onto the veranda and stands stock still with his hands laced behind his back. "If you could change things, if you could go back and-"
"Obi-Wan don't," I interrupt him. "What I did wasn't your fault. You offered to leave the Jedi Order for me, trust me, I don't blame you for anything that happened that led me to this point. It had to happen, and this way, I don't have to shunt away my emotions or attachments. I could see and have the relationship I have with my mom- I could be with Padmé. If I left with you, and even if you taught me all you knew, all that Master Qui-Gon taught you, I wouldn't be here now, and there's no place I'd rather be."
Every word of that is true and I know Obi-Wan could feel it. I don't bother hiding it, because I couldn't, even if I tried. I'm not ashamed of my past. I couldn't help being born into slavery, just as my mother couldn't help being take a slave when she was just a young girl herself. Despite being slaves, we had each other and that was all we needed.
But now we're both free, mom is married to a man she loves and I'm with the woman that I love. "I wouldn't change a thing," I smile.
Obi-Wan nods and puts a hand on my shoulder, and squeezes it then pulls me into a bone crushing hug. I laugh and hug him back in surprise, Obi-Wan never seemed like the hugger type. "I'm proud of you, Anakin. I hope you know that." Stang.
Teary eyes twice in less than a few hours? Fuck, I can't even remember the last time I cried, well the last last time- nope, I can remember actually. It was the look on my mom's face when she married her husband and kissed for the first time as man and wife.
Patting Obi-Wan on the back, my voice is husky as I say, "thanks, Obi-Wan. That means a lot coming from you." It means more than he'll ever know.
His and Padmé's acceptance of me, fully knowing what I did for the past ten years hits me square in the chest. I thought they'd be ashamed. Disappointed. And that wasn't something I'd be able to live with, especially if it came from Padmé.
He nods. "There's something else I have to ask you," he starts.
"Nobody taught me," I tell him, knowing that's exactly what he was going to ask. "As I became aware of the Force, when I went back to Tatooine, it started to become more and more a part of me and my every day existence. I would sense things I couldn't see or know. Feel danger. Things would just start levitating and flying into my hand." I shrug, not knowing how else to put it. "I don't know how to explain it any better than that. It's just…it's just a part of who I am."
Obi-Wan silently strokes his beard. He was clean cut last time I saw him. Now he looks like he's taking after Master Qui-Gon. I wonder if he's picking up any more of his habits.
"Nevertheless," he finally says. "You're right, she isn't safe here. I will return to the Temple and speak with the Council. You stay here and don't let Senator Amidala out of your sight. I will return as soon as I can." He pats my shoulder then leaves me alone on the veranda, as I think to myself, there's nowhere else I'd rather be than with Padmé, she's everything to me, wherever she goes, I'll be right at her side.
I'm not out here on the veranda by myself long before a scent I'd never forget wafts around me and arms wrap around my midriff from behind. I smile at the affection and cover her small hands with mine.
"I love you, Angel," the words come out before I could stop them and I could feel Padmé still. She pulls her hands and arms away, and before I could turn around to see where she's going, she launches all of her hundred and somewhat pounds of herself at me, I barely catch her and right myself before I fall backwards.
Padmé kisses me then, pouring everything she has in her into the kiss, telling me without words that she feels the same way.
Then she tells me with words. "I love you too, Ani. As crazy as that sounds, considering that we just reunited-"
I kiss her into silence and hold her tight against me. "There's nothing crazy about it at all, Angel, we're meant to be together." I know just how true and right it is as the words come out of my mouth.
Her lips are back on mine and she says, "I know," breathlessly into my mouth and nothing can stop me from carrying her right back into her bedroom. I carry her there effortlessly, our lips not parting once the whole time and I lay her back down on the bed, pull her dress up and over her head to expose her perfect pussy and full, round, glorious breasts, and I have to reach down and pull myself free from my pants and stroke myself as I bury my face between her thighs, eating her pussy, sucking on her clit that's distended and throbbing as I fuck her with one- no two fingers that easily slide inside her pussy with how wet she is.
She pushes herself up onto her elbows, her eyes roll to the back of her head and flutter closed and her head falls back, and if I wasn't down here, eating her out, I'd be up there burying my face in the crook of her neck and giving her a hickey for all to see. I much prefer being down here though, where I can look up her decadent body, between the valleys of her breasts and see her falling apart and knowing that I'm the one doing it.
I never loved anything more than this, not even flying or using the Force can compare.
This is only my second time down here, and I know she loves me sucking on her clit and fucking her with my fingers, but I want to explore and see if there's anything else she likes while I'm down here. I stop sucking and start licking, I lick her clit in a slow teasing stroke that makes her moan, loud and long, breathlessly, still going crazy, writhing, gasping, and moaning some more. I want to see her shatter, but not just yet. My tongue travels between her slit, to her opening and I can feel just how wet she is with my tongue, there's no denying how much this turns her on, and it feels like she's only getting wetter. I have to clench my ass cheeks to control the urge building inside me, I'm close, just from sucking, licking and fingering my angel. I lick my way back up that swollen bud and start sucking again and not even two seconds later, her hips jump off the bed and her inner muscles clamp around me and her cum coats my fingers. I can't stop myself from pulling them out of her and licking her cum from my fingers, groaning at the taste.
As if she isn't perfect enough, her cum has to taste just as heavenly. I push myself up from the floor, cock still hanging out of my pants. Padmé sits right up, takes me in her hand and starts bobbing her head, sucking me with fervor, as if this'll be the last time she can taste me, and it isn't long before I start throbbing, feeling my impending orgasm but I pull back and shake my head.
"Not this time," I tell her, grabbing her hand, she stands and I flip her around and push her down onto all fours on the bed, I fist myself and guide my cock right into her from behind, not taking my time or going slowly like last night. Nope. I sheathe myself inside her in one fell swoop that has me groaning and her gasping. "This won't take long," not long at all.
I grab her hips in my hands and fuck her, like she was sucking me, as if us not cumming in the next ten seconds, we'll never be able to again. I ravage her, mercillesly fuck into her with hard pounds of my hips that has her moaning and crying out, my fingers digging into her waist, and seconds later, I cry out and detonate like a thermal detonator, filling her with my seed. I slow down, ride out my orgasm with shallower thrusts, and growl at seeing my seed leak from her pussy in a creampie. I never saw anything so...right.
She and I coming together, the way it should be.
I don't know if its the orgasm that loosens my tongue, or me just not able to hold it back, but I don't regret the words that come out of my mouth, and I would never take them back even if I could. "Marry me," I pull my softening, sated, cock out of her and collapse onto the bed beside her, watching her reaction.
It was her, after all, that said she loves me too, as crazy it sounds with us just reuniting...and I know it might be rushed, but...be it two days or ten years, I know I don't want anyone else lying here beside me. I want this woman, this angel, to be mine, for me to be hers and to one day- I stop my thoughts there, no need to think of that just yet.
She hasn't even said-
"Yes," she says, breathlessly, coming to straddle my waist, a radiant smile on her gorgeous face. "Mhmm, Mrs. Skywalker, how does that sound?"
Her answer shocks me to my core. I don't know what I thought, but I didn't expect any of this to happen. I mean, how can I not be dreaming? The only woman I ever loved, loves me and wants to marry me too? "You- you mean it? You want to marry me?" the words sound as stunned as I feel.
She beams and cups my face in her hands. "Ani, I've never been more sure of anything. I want to be your wife. I want you to be my husband."
If she wasn't straddling my waist, I'd do a fist pump into the air with a "fuck yeah!" or something, but she is straddling my waist and her face is inches from mine, so I raise my head to hers and do the next best thing, make out with my angel.
The woman who will soon be Mrs. Skywalker.
Author's Note: I wasn't expecting that either, especially not so soon but...why wait? I was just typing away and it hit me. They clearly never forgot about the other, and they've never felt this way about anyone else, their love will only grow with time. They're soulmates in the very definition of the word.
I'm writing Chapter 6 now, but I'll give you a small hint as to what's to come...it's time to go home to Naboo and meet the Naberries. I'm following the plot of AOTC, with some changes, obviously. They don't have to hide their love or engagement or marriage from their family or the galaxy, they can be happy and everything they ever wanted. And Shmi is still alive here.
I won't tell you anything more than that, but I'm back on schedule so the next chapter will be posted next Saturday morning. Hope you guys like the story thus far!
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