The Goal 2 Chapter 4, a star wars fanfic

Modern, college AU! Anakin Skywalker and Padmé Naberrie are students at Boston University. Both twenty-one years old. Padmé Naberrie is a political science major and Anakin Skywalker is a mechanical engineering major and star college hockey forward and captain of Terriers, with his eyes set on becoming an NHL hockey player. Padmè's wish is to be attorney.

With folowing chapters I continue the story *The Goal* author: joeyf3271
For a better understanding, I recommend reading this story first

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... and something in addition: English is not my native language. Please have mercy on me

The Goal , Chapter 3 (10)

Anakin Skywalker

The whole last week was very long and exhausting. I had a lot to learn, practice and work at Watoo. Despite my obligations, I've thought a lot about us, how will I go about it, slower or faster, she seems to like me after all. All her gestures and looks indicate ... ..I need more time to be able to find it out, but I like the direction. I'll get to my goal, she'll be mine ... forever.

I took time to enjoy Mom's lunch on Saturday. There was beef stew with noodle, salad and for dessert ice cream with cream. It was delicious, Mom can cook, damn well. I hope Padmé can cook too. She said she likes to bake, that's good. I also like sweets, but I have to watch out for the carbohydrates. As an athlete, I need a lot of protein and vegetables. I know that I don't pay close attention to proper nutrition, but as a student I cook every day ? Difficult. Every now and then I take something cooked from Mom and freeze it. We have a microwave in the kitchen, which is practical.

I saw Padmé on Tuesday and we exchanged a few words after class. Of course I didn't push her on a date, I'll mention that today, more as a joke, but she'll know there's more behind.
She seems to have been so busy all week and told me that she goes to her parents every weekend, only when she doesn't have much to learn. I was wondering whether or not I should take her out to lunch with Mom, but it's too early, we haven't even had a real date. It comes soon.

Today is Thursday No 2 . I come out of the bathroom, already showered and think about what to wear, huh? Clean underwear, of course. Jeans, clear ... t-shirt ... and dark blue BU hoodie sweatshirt. Fits. My oxfords? Yes. Today I'll take the leather jacket, it's not exactly warm, it's almost the end of September. As always lately, I take a look in the mirror, turn around, left side, right side, face ... yes! Hopefully she'll find me so hot too, she does, I know. Grin. I take my keys, cell phone, wallet and backpack with my Mac. I will buy something to eat at the campus before I go for practice. I always do this when I have morning practice. I hurry up. As a captain, I can't be late, no.
When I got to the Agganis Arena, I headed towards the locker room, I ate my breakfast in the car today ... so when you don't have time. Strength training is still the order of the day, followed by practice on the ice. Today the coach has something to correct, not me, but it has to be done. We won the championship last year and we are expected to bring the trophy home again. We're good and I'm sure we can. After the practice session, I shower, of course deodorant and a few spritzes of cologne before I get dressed and make my way to campus. One stop over at the coffee bar in the lobby to buy a sandwich, you guessed it, with ham and extra cheese. I eat it quickly and go upstairs to the classroom. Padmé is already there. I go to my seat next to her, bend over her left shoulder, which she is not expecting, and whisper:

„Hi Padmé"

She turns left, looks at me, blushes slightly, and replies

"Hi, Anakin"

"So, our first date this afternoon?" I try

"No-date Anakin, don't rush. We want to get to know each other "

"What's the difference Padmé?"

"Well, no-date is when two fellow students or friends or whatever do something together and a date is when two people who like each other go out together with the tendency to deepen this togetherness"

"Padmé you put it aptly. I know that you like me and I like you…. a lot.

Hence, one can move on to a date. Is correct ?"

"You are incorrigible!"

... and then she laughs ... she is so beautiful today in her light jeans, light blue twinset and a thin scarf in white with blue flowers. She wears dark blue ballerinas on her delicate feet. The hair pinned open to the side, very little makeup. Exactly my taste.

"Then it's a YES?" I'm afraid I'm pushing too much, but I can't help it.

"Oh Anakin, … ..OK. … you got me."

... and laugh again.I bend to the right, very low, take her little hand, which she is holding on her thigh, lift it to my lips and kiss it.

"Thank you" ... I whisper.

Did the fellow students see that? …I do not care. She is red like a fire hydrant. Her hand is so soft and smells so good, I don't want to let go of it ... but Professor Yu comes and the class begins. Important points are written down. We look at each other often and smile. Yes, that is definitely the progress that I imagined. Soon I will call this precious creature my own. My Padmé.
After class I tell her that I will wait for her in front of her house, like last time, and that I am looking forward to our first date.
I still have two classes and I take a break in between. I meet Wesley Ryder at Pavement Coffeehous, our favorite coffee, or rather where we meet often.

"Bro, I have my first date with Padmé this afternoon"

"WOW Bro, you score the points quickly ... but you met her last Thursday, what was that ?"

"That was a no-date" we both laugh

"Then make sure you don't do anything wrong on the first date."

"Is that all of good advice? Bro, I've already had hundreds of one night stands but I've never had a date "

"WOW Bro, a beginner, huh?"

"You can say that" and then we have to laugh again.

"Don't try to lay her down today. OK. I know you haven't had sex for a while but if you try it today you'll screw it up. "

"I know patience is the order of the day"

So we keep talking about the team and the game on September 30th, about learning, Rex and Cody etc. Girls pass by, flirt and Wesley flirts back, I remain disinterested. Logical.
Around 2 p.m. I finished the classes, drove to the parking lot and got into my Mustang. I drive towards Padmé's house. When I arrive I call her and she'll be downstairs in five minutes. I hold the door for her and hold her hand as I get in. Then I kiss her hand. She's a little surprised, but I get the impression that she likes it. As I walk around to the driver's side of the car, I look up and see two women at the window on the third floor. I think something about it. I get in and ask:

"Are those your friends at the window above?"

"They are impossible."

In doing so, she winds the window down and demonstratively waves to her friends.

That's right, let them know.

"Do you know that we have our first date today?"

"No. I tell them a lot, but not everything. "

I laugh.

"OK. Padmé, we go to the Institute of Contemporery Art first, then we can have something to eat and coffee at Tatte Bakery Cafe ... if you want, or somewhere else "

"Your suggestion is okay, that's how we do it"

It takes us a little more than half an hour to get to the Institute of Contemporery Art and then to park in the garage for $ 37, annoying. I will have to work more hours at Watoo. But here we are. I already bought the tickets online, so no waiting.
Art installations by Jason Moran and Diana Thrater as well as various works under the name * We Wanted Revolution * by the group Black Radikal Women are on offer.
Padmé and I took a close look at everything and realized that we're not that much into installations, we both prefer paintings. I'm not one of those who regularly go to any vernissages, but you should show a certain interest in art and culture in general. I also see Padmé is similar to me on that point. We spent almost two hours there.
Cafe Tatte Bakery is nearby, just five minutes away and we go. Nice cafe. We sit down at a table by the window. I choose a sandwich and double espresso and padmé takes coffee and something sweet. I get the order from the counter and put the things on the table. I start to sing softly:

" Sweets for my Sweet, sugar for my Honey, I'll never ever let you go ... "

"Anakin!"

"What?"

"You are impossible" and laughs

"That's why you like me, right?"

"Yes, but only a little"

I don't believe her but I accept it and notice what she is wearing around her neck

"But I like you…. a lot. You have a nice pendant on your necklace, that suits you. An angel like you are. "

"So Anakin!"

"What? It's a date, I'm allowed to make compliment, right? ... and I mean everything I say. I always tell the truth."

"And you mean I'm an angel?"

"Yes, you are"

I lean slightly over the table and look her in the eye. She's kind of insecure, doesn't know how to react.

"Please don't look at me like that"

"Why not?"

"Because it makes me feel uncomfortable"

"Sorry Angel"

She quickly changes the thema : "You eat only sandwiches. That is not healthy. As an athlete, you need more protein and vegetables, not as many carbohydrates. The most of the sandwich is bread . "

"I know, but to cook every day? ... I can't. I have lunch with Mom every Saturday, she always cooks something good. She can cook well. I take something cooked with me sometimes and freeze it. I can make it warm in the microwave oven "

"My mother cooks well too. When I go to my parents' house over the weekend, I always cook with my mother and Sola. I've already learned a lot. "

"You can cook ?"

"Yes, OK ... .. I'm not perfect, but what I cook is enjoyable."

"WOW Angel, you have to demonstrate that."

"Do you call me Angel now?"

"Yes!"

She laughs because I call her Angel, but she's an Angel, my Angel and I will always call her that, I told her that now. We talk then about the art and discover that we like the kind of art that we cannot afford. We both like Warhol, Lichtenstein and even Hopper, what a match. OK. now we can't afford any of them, we don't need them in a student apartment now, but one day if I get a good NHL deal, and that's where I get it, you bet we'll be able to hang an Warhol on the wall.
We addressed various topics such as learning, friends and even politics. I am not a fan of politics but it is not that I live behind the moon, I am already quite a few people informed about what is happening in the world and I also have my opinion about it.
We decide to take a walk, so we make a big round on the Harborwalk. When we got to Fan Pier Park, we stopped to admire the Skylines of Boston. The sun has just set, the sky is turning orange, pure romance. I take my cell phone out of my jacket pocket, tap the selfie camera, pull her close to me and lay my head on hers

".. say chees Angel"

She laughs at the camera, me too and I take a selfie. I let go of her and enlarged the photo

"Beautiful, look Angel ..." I show her, she laughs "... the photo from our first date, we can show it to our children in about fifteen years"

I say very cheeky and she just shakes her head, but I think she likes that.

After this walk we are both tired and I drive her home. It's almost completely dark. I get out, open the door for her, offer her my hand, which she gladly takes and we cross the street. At the front door she looks at me expectantly, but I let her wish me. Yes, I'm that mean ... OK. not exactly. I don't want her to think I just want sex. My right hand goes to her neck and I pull her head to my chest, my left arm grasps her shoulder. She carefully puts her arms around my waist. I kiss her head and get dazed by the scent of her hair, oh God, like in paradise. It feels so good and I want more. My jeans are getting tight. Embarrassing. Before she notices I pull back and she looks at me a little confused. I take both of her hands, pull them to my mouth and kiss the back of each hand.

"Sleep well Angel. See you on Tuesday."

"Good night Anakin"

... she wishes me smiling, unlocks the door and goes inside.

I get in my Mustang and drive home. Will she be able to sleep? I certainly not if I ... well ...

Padmé Naberrie

Was I looking forward to this Thursday? Yes! We saw each other in class on Tuesday and talked to each other, but there was no pressure, there was no negotiation whether our next meeting would be a date or a no-date. I think he's holding back. Better that way, so I can watch him longer. Liar, you want him asap. I have to admit, it's hard not to want him, he's amazing and now that he's acting like a nice guy should behave ... I really want him. But not so quick girlfriend, he's an athlete, remember? Yes, yes and then Adonis comes and I forget everything. He leans over my left shoulder.

"Hi Padmé"

I smell his cologne, his breath and I'm a little… .different. If that feels like this, how does sex with him feel? I have to find out ... but with him? With who else? You love him, that's when sex feels right. Or do you want to give your V-Card to someone you don't love just to refuse Anakin because you think he doesn't deserve it? Oh God! I don't know damn it!

"Hi, Anakin"

"So, our first date this afternoon?"

... is he kidding or not? So he didn't forget

"No-date Anakin, don't rush. We want to get to know each other " I try to shake off

"What's the difference Padmé?"

I have to explain that to him:

"WOW, aptly formulated Padmé. Well, I know you like me and I like you…. a lot. Hence, we can move on to a date. Is correct ?"

"You are incorrigible!"

I'm laughing what can I say, he's right and looks so good in that dark blue sweatshirt, oxfords and jeans. The leather jacket he has is a gem, he knows how to dress.

"Then is it a YES?"

"Oh Anakin, OK. … you got me."

... and I can't help but laugh ... and then he does something I didn't expect, my legs are shaking. He bends low, takes my hand which is laying on my thigh, leads it to his warm, soft lips, kisses my hand and whispers:

"Thank you"

I must be deep red in the face from the feeling of his lips and the thought that some of the fellow students sitting nearby must have seen it. My reputation is gone ... and I don't care. No, I don't give a shit! Yes, it can get you that fast. During the lesson we exchange looks a few times. After class we make it up to meet again in front of my apartment, he'll call when he comes. Then everyone goes their own way for the morning.

My cell phone rings at 2:45 p.m., I answer the third ring and tell him that I'm about to be downstairs. Dormé and Sabé wish me a nice afternoon and run to the window. At the sight of this man no woman remains indifferent. Am i jealous? Yes. At least until I'm sure of his love. I take the stairs and when I'm out of the house I see him getting out, he's already holding the door and holding out his hand to me. What a gentleman. He asks if my friends are up at the window. I explain to him that they are impossible, but that I am not told everything. I have to keep a few secrets. He tells me how he imagined today's date, where we're going and what we're going to do. We've already figured that out roughly. I'm looking forward to this date with Anakin. I used to go out with three or four guys, but that wasn't something that was planned, just drinking coffee or making out with Rush ... ugh ... when I think of it now! With Anakin is different. Somehow he's more structured, he knows what he wants: a good degree, become an NHL professional ... .. and now me. Hm? I am still not sure. Does he just want to fuck or is there more to it. If he just wants to fuck then all this effort is not worth it. The way he looks he can have every girl on the campus without any effort, they all run after him blindly. I saw that the other day. I can't just lie down and spread my legs. Not yet!

It took more than half an hour to get there, but then it went quickly. Anakin bought the tickets online, we didn't have to wait. How forward-looking.

We have art installations by Jason Moran and Diana Thrater as well as various works under the name * We Wanted Revolution * by the group Black Radikal Women. We both agreed that the installation art did not suit our taste, which we rather prefer paintings. I was surprised how Anakin said from time to time that he would go to a vernissage, I wondered if he would like to go to the theater or the opera as much as I would. I don't do this regularly, but at least once a year with my parents or Sola and Dered. After almost two hours we made our way to the Tatte Bakery Cafe. A table by the window was perfect for us. I took ice coffee and something sweet, A. a double espresso and sandwich. I wonder how he can sleep with so much espresso in the evening and I will definitely make him aware of his improper diet. He only eats sandwiches, that's not good. He brings us a tray with ordered things, puts my plate in front of me and starts singing softly:

"Sweets for my Sweet, sugar for my Honey, I'll never ever let you go"

I was so surprised I could only say "Anakin!"

"What?" He asks, very cheeky

"You are impossible" I say and laugh

"That's why you like me, right?"

"Yes, but only a little"

I tell him not quite convincingly, he catches my necklace with his eyes

"And I like you…. a lot. You have a nice pendant on the necklace that suits you. An angel like you are. "

"So Anakin!"

I try to protest, in vain. He's getting braver and braver. I like it or not. Everything is still in the frame, let it go.

"What? It's a date, I'm allowed to make compliment, right? ... and I mean everything I say. I always tell the truth."

"And you mean I'm an angel?"

"Yes, you are"

He leans slightly over the table and looks me in the eye, his are very dark, I think he's crazy with desire. What am I saying now?

"Please don't look at me like that" I can't think of anything better

"Why not?"

"Because it makes me feel uncomfortable" ... half a lie

"Sorry Angel"

I have to change the thema quickly. I tell him about the wrong diet, he is aware of it, has no time to cook every day, and neither do I actually. He said that he always goes to lunch with his mother on Saturdays and sometimes takes something with him that can be heated in the microwave. Just like me. I talked about my family and our weekends together, about my cooking together with my mother and Sola and that I can cook to a certain extent. He asked me to demonstrate. Maybe that's an idea for next Thursday. I could buy some steaks, go to him and his roommates, and conjure up something edible for all of us. I know that he lives with three other fellow students and teammates, somewhere in Brighton near the campus. Practical. We talked and also about friends, politics and various topics. What I like most is that we have no points of contention.
We decided to take another walk, a big round on the Harborwalk. We stopped at Fan Pier Park and admired the Skylines of Boston after sunset. He got his cell phone and turned on the selfie camera. He pulled me close, leaning his head against mine. We laughed into the camera, he took a picture. After enlarging it, he said:

"Wonderful, look Angel, the photo from our first date, we can show that to our children in about fifteen years."

I could only laugh, so cheeky ... but definitely I liked the idea ... having children with him ... making children with him. Hell, I've already fallen ... it's just a matter of time. Exactly! The voice in my head.

We're approaching my apartment and I don't want to go home, but it all ends sometime. There are so many Thursdays ... and maybe other days, weeks, months, years too.
He holds the car door again, helps me to get out and accompanies me to the front door. I look at him and actually wait to be kissed. He was pretty brave all along. But no. He pulls me towards him with his right hand, his left hand grabs my shoulder. I get a kiss on the head. Hmm, better than nothing but ... why doesn't he continue? I put my arms around his waist, hoping to have encouraged him and to indicate that he is welcome. But he pulls back, takes my hands to his lips and kisses them with one:

"Sleep well Angel. See you on Tuesday."

All I have to do is wish him good night and go inside. This Thursday was so beautiful and yet so unfulfilled. What did i expect a kiss is not a taboo on a first date, but it shouldn't really signal that you're only after one thing. He did it right. Damn.
My friends are waiting for me with thousand questions. Now I can safely tell them that I had the first date with the legendary Anakin Skywalker. They were so curious that I had to repeat word for word what we talked about and they will definitely be angry with me if I forgot just one letter, literally. My cell phone is ringing, I have a text. I open up and see that it is a picture, the picture he took of us. It's a beautiful picture that I would love to use as my backround pic, but then everything would be so obvious. Maybe later. Everyone would ask me about it; Mama, Papa, Sola, Dered… .no not for the time being. Well, the cell phone is literally being ripped out of my hands, they really want to see what it is. And then ooooows us aaaaws, yes and then I'll tell them what I was told about it. Bang ! Dormé think she know, he is serious. She says a Casanova who has only had sex his whole life, has now clearly fallen in love and is on cloud nine. He's yet to find out what difference that makes in sex.
In her opinion on my next step is to wait, at least another month, or I'll come over cheaply. Advice for the cooking event at Anakin's, I should take these two with me. Oh boy, that would be fun.
Today I did not learn anything, but there is nothing urgent, everything is OK.
Sleep comes and does not come. It was so beautiful today and my thoughts are only about Anakin, his blue eyes, his hug, the warmth and smell of his body, ... it almost hurts, so I'll be up until tomorrow morning. I put my hand between my legs and press it firmly between my thighs. Someday I'll fall asleep.

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