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
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The Goal , Chapter 10 (17)

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Anakin Skywalker

Our trip to Bromont was amazing. I expected a lot of, but it exceeded all my expectations ... so much time with my Angel. Yes, we've been together for a few months, see each other often, but a vacation together is something else. We have never been together around the clock for so long, maybe now some weaknesses of our relationship will show up, I thought. To spend the time like that ... like a married couple... As I said, exceeded all expectations in every respect. All that is missing, is the time we spend together in my student apartment, the two of us, to do everyday life. Then I will finally decide whether to marry her ... I mean yes, I love her, I'm addicted to her ... .but if is something wrong that you have to deal with day after day ... then the greatest love can not survive. I told her if we continue to do so well, all wishes will come true. I am hopeful.

The only thing I was angry about in Bromont, was the guy who bothered us ... but it wasn't my Angel's fault, it was her beauty. OK. , ridiculous the charge she is too beautiful. I'm just jealous and possessive, but she doesn't mind and she reacted great ... ..and I regret not having knocked his teeth out. He deserved it, the asshole.

We went to her parents first, then to my parents, bought something in the grocery store to fill the fridge and now we are in my student room. Guess what we're doing. Right ... sex. I am amazed she is not yet pregnant, despite the pill. Grin.

We're going to New Years Eve party tonight. It's celebrated in a club, where we meet Dormé and my best brother. My beautiful girlfriend is goint to wear her new dress, a dream in purple and she wears a little more make-up, looks very good on her ... for such an event completely OK. I'm wearing an anthracite suit with a white shirt, no tie, my shoes are by Marco Magnanni. My Burberry Trench is lined, but it's so cold, I'll have to buy a really thick winter coat. My Angel has a long winter coat in black. The garage where I park is not far from the club, so my Angel doesn't have to suffer ... in her Louboutins. Even in front of the club you can hear the booming music. I like music, but so loud?…. Have I got old? In the club wardrobe I take her coat, take off mine, and hang it up. We go in, Dormé and Wesley are already sitting in a department, two seats are waiting for us. We greet each other warmly, just as friend do, sit down, rant about the freezing weather and I get something to drink. We toast each other and then we have to tell everything we did in Bromont, OK. not everything, most of it not, because the most of it was sex and we don't talk about it, it's ours, it's too personal. Dormé and Wesley talk about what they did, we notice they were together the whole time. The dance floor is full, Wesley asks me for a dances with Padmé. Of course, he's my best brother. Dormé and I drink vodka martini and I watch them dancing. My best brother is holding my girlfriend pretty tight, she put her hand on his chest and it seems she want to keep him at distance. I have to get up now. Damned !

"Just a moment Dormé."

She looks at me a bit strange, I go to the dance floor.

"Well Bro, do you have a screw loose, do you want to test me or is it something else? Why do you hold my girlfriend so tightly to your dick? "

"I wanted to test her and she passed the test, she pushed me away."

"Well, you two, it's not funny. Leave these little games Wes, you may have upset Dormé. " says my Angel and she is not amused.

"Definitely not, I asked her first if I could do that. So with the permission of your friend ... you passed the test, Padmé. "

"What? You wanted to test whether I'm interested in someone else's penis ? So really ... "

Then we all laugh but somehow I don't feel like laughing. Suddenly everyone wants my Angel. She struggled, she doesn't want anyone else. Good. Excellent. I kiss her, keep her head under my chin. It's good for both of us. I hold her tight until midnight, don't let anyone get to her. We dance, I hold her tighter and closer than usual, no one can take her from me.

At midnight the corks pop, we kiss:

"Happy New Year Angel. This is going to be our year, so many important things are going to happen. I love you….so much."

"To us Ani, may we can achieve everything we set out to do, that you will be spared from injuries, my beloved King of ice. Cheers! "

We also toast with Dormé and Wesley and wish all the best and a good end. We also wish the other fellow students all the best in this new year, a relaxed atmosphere, but I keep my eyes on my Angel. What is wrong with me? She notices it, her arm is around my waist and her hand is hooked into my belt, the other hand is on my chest. Fireworks from Boston Harbor are good to see, this club is not far from it. We enjoy it. We sit or dance ... until four in the morning and then we go home, straight to bed and immediately fell asleep. Yes ... .. for once.

We sleep until nine. She gets up first and makes breakfast. Vienna sausages with mustard and fresh bagels from the oven, orange juice and coffee. She peeled another apple, we shared. She knows exactly what I should eat and she makes sure I get it. I tidy up the table, put everything in the dishwasher and we go shower ... ..together.

Today we want to go to our parents for wish them all the best in New Year and then we want to go for a walk on the harbor walk despite the cold, we have thick down jackets. We bought a little something from the Chinese, I was hungry. Surprised? She wants to cook this evening. At home we had to be thawed first, it was icy. She has turkey minute steaks, rice pilaf and salad for dinner, followed by ice cream. Little for me and a lot for her, she said. We ate it on the couch and watched TV. That day was beautiful and the night even more. The next morning:

"Engel, my practice starts today, the first game, you know, is on Saturday. You come to see it?"

"Yes, to all of your home games, to all that take place in Agganis Arena. I will not accompany you to practice. I have to do the laundry and tidy up, make new bedding. We often need clean bed linen, you know. "

And then she laughs. I pack my things, kiss her a hundred times and leave. The coach wishes us all the best, some of us a successful degree and some of us draft in the middle of the year ... the usual. He goes into what he expects from us by the end of the season, strategy for the next game and then ...on the ice. Huh, haven't been on ice for a few days and you feel unusual, but inspired. I can hardly wait for Saturday.
I'm back home after four hours. My Angel tidied everything up, washed the laundry, ironed and cooked the lunch. OMG. Beef stew with noodles, salad and, for dessert, a biscuit roll with apricot jam.

"Angel, when did you do all of this?"

"Organization is everything, Ani. You were gone for a full four hours. It's simple: first the laundry goes into the machine, then the stew is put on, while the biscuit is cooking, the biscuits are made, then the laundry is put in the dryer, then I tidied up, removed the bisquit and rolled it up, ironed the five shirts, coated the biscuit ready, Made the salad and now you are here, I can put water on for noodles and spice up the stew "

"Do you have magical power?"

"No, and you don't need any to set the table and tidy up afterwards"

"For you I do everything, Angel"

"You do it for us Ani, as I did everything for us."

It went like this every day until Saturday. She does the laundry, cooking and cleaning the bathroom, I tidy up after dinner, vacuuming and we shopping together. Good working together, what?

Wesley was already there, as was Rex and Cody. On Saturday night we have the game against Maine and... we lost. The mood was in the basement… ..but until the end of January we only drew once and won all the other games. The best win was in Arizona 8: 0 and 4: 3, the trip was worth it.

Our spring semester started on January 18th, until then Padmé was with me, cooked for all of us and the boys did everything to help her. Dorme was also there, nearly every day.

When the spring semester started, we got a new timetable, luckily we have another day off in the afternoon, this time on Wednesday. I practice every day except Sunday, the games are on Fridays and Saturdays. Eight games are scheduled for February, two of them on Mondays, three away, against Northeastern and against Harward we play in the TD-Garden. Yes, this is Boston Bruins Arena. In March we also play two times in TD-Garden. In March a total of six games ... and hard training every day ... learning not to forget.

For me, intensive learning begins in mid-March. Padme will start earlier and she has no training or games, but she needs 4.55 GPA. We will have to do without each other a lot. We will have these two days to ourselves, sometimes only half a Sunday. It's going to be hard because I've gotten so used to her, spending all days with her. It was so good, it all worked out so well. Now I know for sure, she is the woman I would like to grow old with. Yes, that's precisely why I will have to do without her in the next few months.

On Thursdays I have practice in the mornings and classes in the afternoons. Sometimes she comes on Thursday evenings because she misses me, then we love each other and sometimes we hold each other and cry together because we can't have each other more often. Despite her pressure and stress and lack of time, she comes to every home game and when we win, I'm high and we make love in the car. Crazy isn't it?

Throughout February and March we met on Wednesday afternoons and always did something: cinema or theater, eating in the restaurant ... perfect. One Sunday we even went to a matinee performance at Watertown Children's Theater with Ryoo and Pooja ... as a foretaste of family life. To be honest, I liked it. We caught a few glances, maybe people were wondering why such a young couple like us have already children. After all, they're six and four.

The stress begins in April, we have no time at all. The ice hockey season is over, we didn't win the championship, but that's why we now have an incredible amount to learn…. final sprint. Sometimes we do without our Wednesday.

I watch my fellow students around me; Wes, Cody, Rex, Dormé ... they're all busy and nervous. We all have to graduate good. Wesley wants to go to NHL like me and the twins will continue studying to do their Masters, Dorme wants to do her Masters at the BU. My Angel definitely wants to move on, she learns obsessively and I'm no better either. What can I say, we even celebrated my birthday very modestly, just one dinner at Neptune Oyster, for two of us. My Angel brought me one not so small orange box. Guess what was inside. Yes, a Hermes tie. She definitely has taste. I returned the favor later.

Our final exams start on May 7th and end on May 11th, not that much time. Sometimes I studied through the nights and despite everything I would text my Angel every now and then to tell her how much I love her. We have been together for seven months now and my desire for her has not diminished a bit, if I just think about her I get ... well, you know. No matter how good it feels, it's also unsettling and scary. In the past I used to fuck and afterwards I was relieved and balanced, but now ... .. now I always think I could lose her, someone could take her from me, she could find someone else. When we are together, I always have my arms around her, sometimes I feel like I'm crushing her with my love and getting on my nerves. What is wrong with me? I have to marry her… .but, my God, that's no assurance either. But enough now!

We have to survive the days between May 7th and May 11th. Squeeze the last chunks of knowledge into your head, but in a such way it doesn't burst and then it's done.

It was over on May 11th. We'll know in a week, until then we don't lose our nerves. I'm not worried, I know I hit 4.17 GPA, but if my Angel didn't hit 4.55 GPA, it would be a tragedy. I don't wanna think about it. A whole week to drive yourself crazy or to forget or to lose yourself in love. In the evening I write her an SMS:

* Hi my Angel, I love you. *

* I know * she writes back and I panic

*What?*

* I said I know you love me *

* Angel, is something happened? *

* Yes, I can't write I love you ... I can only say that * with laughing emoji

* Angel, don't make such jokes, that's how I get a heart attack *

* Before you get one, come over to do something to me ... you know what.*

* I'm already in my car *

I drive to her as fast as possible, park the car behind the house, run up to the third floor and ring the doorbell. Dormé opens:

"Hi Anakin, how did you get the exams ..."

"Everyone out of here, it's going to be loud..."

Dormé and Sabé laugh and go into Dormé's room together. I open the door of Padmé's room and my jaw drops. Leaning against the headboard, she is sitting naked on the bed, her legs spread wide, the sight of it instantly creates an erection. I take off my clothes in seconds and crawl into bed to her. I let my tongue dance between her legs and she grabs my hair tight, but I don't care. She moans loudly and after my brief efforts she comes and calls my name. When she can gasp again, I grab her legs and pull her down so she is lying flat on her back. I am on my knees, step up higher and higher until I reach her mouth with my dick. She opens her mouth and I slowly slide in. She encompasses my shaft with one hand, I cannot immerse the entire length. She just lets me in so deep that she doesn't choke. It is OK. this position is different from when I'm lying under her. Still, it's heaven. I pump in and out until I feel my length throb. My balls contract, that familiar tingling sensation and I pour myself into her throat ... Padmé ...that it is. I pull myself out of her mouth, panting, and throw myself on my back unable to breathe. I caress her Hair. She lies next to me and looks at me. I pull her up on, she is lying on top of me with all her length and weight, but I can carry her, it is fine for me even for a while.

"I love you so much, Angel"

"I love you too Ani"

"Look Angel, I'm getting hard again" I grin

She drops her legs, slides downsides and hits my almost hard dick. She rocks until she has it in her and starts riding me. I take her hips and try to hit her halfway. Heaven. This wonderful feeling stays with us longer, we have both come before. Orgasm No.2 . She lay down next to me and put her head on my chest. I pulled up the cover, kissed the top of her head and looked at the ceiling.

"Do you have a good feeling, does it work with 4.55 GPA?"

"Yes Ani, and you?"

"Yes I am sure. In a week we will have the certainty and then we will celebrate. "

"How we are going to do it?"

"As first we go for a nice dinner and then we make love ... all night" I smile at her.

After a week that we spent in her room, with small interruptions, the results were there. Me 4.2 GPA, Padmé 4.7 GPA, great.

Finaly the day came when we had diploma in our hands and the mortarboards were thrown into the air. It is always a great event and if the weather allowes, the campus is full of students and their families. My mother was there with Cliegg, as well as Padmé's parents, Sola, Darred and the girls. It was such a nice event for all of us. We gave our parents what they expected from us and maybe even more. We have also done something for ourselves and our future. The first thing we wanted to achieve is achieved, it continues now. I still have to make it to the NHL. Our success was followed by a nice dinner with our parents and we said goodbye, actually to pack ... and something else. Our rental contracts for the apartment where Padmé and her friends live, as well as for the house where I was with my teammates, are running out. We have to leave by the end of the month. I will live with my parents and Padmé with hers. They all work, we will be able to make love all day long, no matter where ... for the time being.

On June 4th I got the call from my model agency in New York, yes yes I am under contract, that I was booked again for a week, for the English company on June 11th to present the Harris Tweed products. That means good money again, but when I think of an NHL contract it isn't that much. In any case, I want to do that, I have time and I take my Angel with me. Shooting lasts at least six hours a day, but we'll have time for each other. New York is a great city, it will be fun for us.

*Hi Angel, I'm coming to you this afternoon*

*I can barely wait for it. See you later.*

Her parents weren't home yet, so we made good use of time.

"Engel, I have to be in New York on June 11th, you know, model job again. Would you like to come with me? I know it's a job, but there will be time for us as well. "

"Gladly. How long to stay? "

"Five days of work plus Saturday and Sunday for us in the Big Apple. We fly on Sunday, June 10th, and back on June 17th "

"Perfect. I can barely wait for it."

The Boston weather in June was changeable, but June 8th and 9th were fine days with temperatures around 80,6°F. We spent these two days on the sand of Carson Beach. I don't like sand. It's coarse, rough, irritating, and it gets everywhere… .but I also endure sand just to be with my Angel. In the late afternoon we went to her home, showered and jumped into bed ... you know ... before her parents were back from the work. We made together something to eat for everyone and her parents loved it, Jobal in particular, I think she likes me a lot. I'm not sure about Ruwee, I mean he already likes me, but it's a kind of jealousy that I interpret. It could be he has a hard time imagining me fucking his little daughter. He just doesn't know how intensely and how often I do it, grin.

On Sunday afternoon Ruwee took us to Logan International Airport from where we started our trip to New York. The hotels in the Big Apple are expensive but I've found something relatively cheap. We don't want to sit in the hotel, the main thing is, that the bed linen is clean, you know what I'm talking about.

I knew it would be exhausting with the shooting and sightseeing afterwards. My Angel wanted to be in studio the whole time, will she be bored? We have a little break for ourselves, eat and drink together and then we go on. My Angel said that even my black hair and beard look good on me. I had to laugh, but that is the price of anonymity.

Suit after suit, Sacco after Sacco, put on, take off ... yes, exhausting, but good money requires sacrifices.

From the corner of my eye I watch my Angel in background talking with my agent. Is already OK. , he's so old, could be her father. After a long conversation, he shows her portfolios of recordings and the discussion becomes livelier. My Angel is laughing. Amused? Now I have to step in, I'm curious and … .what is that supposed to mean? I walk up to her and my Angel laughs.

"Look Ani, I could become a model too, even a famous one. House Dior is looking for the face for their cosmetics and your agent thinks I have the perfect face for House Dior. "

"Of course you have a perfect face but for me, not for Dior ... we have to talk about it."

"Mister Skywalker, this is THE opportunity for your girlfriend to become world famous. Why so decisive? "

"We'll let you know tomorrow."

He collects the portfolios, looks at me suspiciously and then at my Angel, she smiles.

On that first day we wanted to look around China Town and eat something, we both like to eat Chinese. I bought something for to go and we sat on a bench in Columbus Park.

"Engel, are you interested in my agent's shooting offer?"

"Well, that would be interesting."

"Not that I'm jealous… ..OK. yes it's me, sorry Angel ... " I bend over and kiss her ".. ..but you know what that would mean if Dior wanted you? "

"What?"

"That would mean you laugh from every digital and whatever advertising space around the world. You would be recognized everywhere, you couldn't even cross the street without being spoken to or followed by stalkers. Did you think of that my Angel? "

"I'll let that go through my head."

"Do that, I don't want to lose you."

"You will not lose me."

"You don't know how things go in this business."

"As?"

"You are always on the road. Promotions ... and Dior is all over the world. What about us in that case, with my NHL, with your studies? "

"Let's do it like this: I'll take the pictures, your agent should create a portfolio and then we'll see if I'm beautiful enough for Dior." She laughs.

"You are beautiful and Dior will definitely want you, but I want you too."

And so we discuss, I try to convince, but somehow she is on the verge of finding out whether my claims about her beauty are true. OK. let's let it depend.

The next day we told my agent to order the shooting, but only if it could be done during our stay in New York. And it worked. My agent immediately sent the portfolio to Dior as soon as it was ready.

Every afternoon we dedicated a different sight and took a lot of selfies. Some good ones, like the ones from Liberty Island, went straight to our parents.

My agent came up to us on Friday and said House Dior wants her, she should come over to Paris. She was high, couldn't believe, and I was pretty worried. How will she decide? Sure, I can try to influence her, but I know that if she has something in her head, then it stays that way. Does it work out well ... for us? We still had Saturday and half of Sunday to explore New York. It was nice, but I think my Angel noticed my gloomy mood.

"Ani, that doesn't mean I'll do it. I just want to think about it. You made your decision about NHL too, no matter how that affects our relationship, no matter what it means to us. Maybe we can't stay together at all, at least not the way we thought. You do your thing and you expect me to adapt. It's not fair Ani. "

"You know what? We do it like this: we do what we think is right and if we are fine, it's great, if not, then … .not. "

No answer or comment to that. Bad. Oh god what did I say?

The flight home remained under tension. We talked little. My throat was dry and I couldn't find words to tell her how sorry I was for overreacting. I close my eyes and try not to think about what if this meant the end of it between us because of something like advertising for Dior. Am I wrong and jealous? Yes. Selfish? Yes. Possessive? Yes. She can tell, I'm sure, but she's not responding.

When we landed I thought she would call her father to pick us up, but no, we took a taxi. Not good. We get off in front of her house, I take her bag and carry it to the door. I kiss her goodbye, without words, get back in the taxi and drive home.

The first tense situation which we have to face.