Hello: You have reached chapter 3: 1:00 to 2:00. It took me long enough eh? You have the people at the Padme's Wardrobe forum to thank for me managing to finish it though. Anyway, with this one I tried to have a little spoken Ani & Padme love so I'll see what you think of it. I also tried to get some movie references in it too so see if you can spot them. He he. If anything is wrong, please tell me because I'm too sick of this to check it. Emjoy!

Disclaimer: As ever, all character, names, etc. belong to George Lucas. Any similarities between this story and real life/other stories are merely coincidental.

Padme looked up at the sky from underneath Anakin's cloak. "You know, they say that stars can tell the future."

"Is that so?" Anakin asked as he shifted round to face the sky. "So what does it have in store for us then?"

"Hey, like I know. I'm only a senator. Besides, you fly around in the stars all day so you should be the one to know."

"Me?" he asked faking anger.

"Who else?" she said as she tickled his stomach. Anakin's reply was to grab Padme, but as he did he fell on her and they tumbled down the hill, the grass tickling her bare skin as they did.

"We are naked you know."

"I know," he replied nonchalantly.

"Well? What are we going to do about it?"

"See, if we were at home I'd say 'nothing',"

"But…?"

"But we're in the middle of a meadow where, eventually, people will see us so I say: we find clothes."

"I like the way you think Anakin Skywalker," Padme replied as she stood up and deftly nicked Anakin's cloak from him, "But now you're the naked one." She laughed, wrapped the cloak around herself then ran into the woods.

Anakin's eyes widened. 'Is this really the same woman I married those 17 years?'

"Hey! Padme! PADME!"

His only reply was her laughter. As he began to run after her he felt a weight fall on him and he tumbled to the ground. The weight, it turned out, was Padme who had jumped on him.

"You really think I'd let the world see you naked?" she asked, eyes twinkling.

He kissed her lips quickly. "Force I missed you."

She smiled and sobered up. "I guess we really should get dressed now."

"C'mon then."

Padme stood and watched Anakin as he dressed. The blue dress she was wearing was extremely easy to get on, it was a slip on, but Anakin seemed to be having great trouble getting into his Jedi robes. It was as if he hadn't worn them for a long time…

"What?" Anakin asked, not hiding any frustration.

Padme smiled good-naturedly. "Nothing darling."

Anakin hopped around on one foot. "What?"

"Would you like some help?"

Anakin stopped. Was it really so obvious he hadn't been wearing these clothes for such a long time?

"Hey Anakin? Anni?"

"Hmm? Oh, sorry Padme. Yes please."

Padme smiled and moved to stand at this back. "You know, it's been so long since I dressed you."

Anakin smiled and let out the smallest of moans as Padme pulled his tunic closed, gently brushing her finger tips against his chest. As she put on his belt he clasped her hands in his and she leaned into his back.

"I never meant to hurt you," he whispered.

"You don't need to apologise forever," she replied, equally quite.

Anakin closed his eyes. Yes he did. He was so sorry. So clouded. He couldn't see right then. Padme didn't know this; she must think that she had done something wrong. He had to tell her. Again and again until he felt she understood.

"Don't think that Anakin," Padme whispered. "I know what you're thinking. It's not true. I love you so much, please don't think like that."

Anakin sighed and turned to face her. He looked down at her gentle, smiling face and instead of happiness he felt sad. He had hurt his delicate angel. He stroked her face. He wouldn't do it again. Padme kissed the tip of his nose and smiled at him again,

"C'mon Anakin," she said as she lead him away.

"Where are we going?"

"My parent's house. I need some new clothes. I can't go about in this thing. It may be one something in the morning but they love me."

"Uhh…," Anakin had to think fast, "How… how about we go to Annetse instead?"

She stopped. "Annetse? Really? Are you sure, I mean, it's much cheaper to go to my parent's house."

"No," he replied firmly, "I need to treat you. We're going to Annetse."

Annetse: shopping capital of the universe. A place that never sleeps. And that's where Anakin and Padme were.

"Where did you say you found that ship again?" Padme asked as her and Anakin walked into a neon-lit Annetse street.

"Uh… junkyard. Some place in the outer rim. You know how I am with ships," Anakin replied as he tried to explain his Imperial shuttle to Padme.

"Oh. It's rather big, is it easy to fly?"

"Hey, I'm a natural when it comes to ships. Of course it's easy to fly."

"So sorry your majesty," she replied jokingly as he poked her in the ribs. "So where do we go first?"

Anakin stared at the metropolis they had just entered. Lit by a million multi-coloured neon lights the dark of the night sky contrasted with Annetse's streets. Everywhere he looked contrasting people could be found, some shrouded in fabric while others flaunted their flesh. It suddenly occurred to him that he was thankful for only having to wear one thing for the most of his life: picking outfits looked complicated.

"I feel kind of plain," Padme whispered to him.

Anakin looked down at her dress. It was obvious to him the dress had once been a splendid display of colour and fabric, but age had played its part and the dress had faded during the time Padme had been dead.

"But I bet they're all jealous of your angel face," he replied back as he stroked a hand through one of her soft curls.

"Or of my handsome Jedi man."

Padme watched in horror as Anakin's features fell and froze.

'Oh Sith! Jedi. I look like a Jedi. Jedi are hunted down because of me so I must stand out like a sore thumb. Sith!' Anakin swore to himself.

"Anakin? Something wrong?" a small voice asked him.

Anakin looked down to see Padme's pale, concerned face looking up at him. He smiled at assuringly at her as he could, "What's the matter? Don't look so worried. You're about to go shopping, I thought women loved shopping."

Padme instantly smiled. "Nothing's wrong. C'mon then."

As Padme lead Anakin to some unknown shop he looked around as slyly as he could. He didn't feel like he was being watched…

'…And I promise you that in your day you will know nothing but happiness: no one you do not want in will interfere with your day.'

The promise made by that woman echoed through his head. She had made a promise. She wouldn't break it. He had to stop worrying. When Anakin recovered his senses he seemed to be standing in a room covered in velvet. He was even standing on it.

"Uh, Padme, where am I?" he whispered as he leant in on her.

"'Softest Feeling', now try and act respectable alright?"

"Respectable? Respectable! What does that mean eh?" he replied in mock shock as he tickled her sides.

"Anakin, no, stop!"

A man coughed, "May I help madam? And sir?"

Anakin looked up mid-Padme tickle attack to find a short, bald, fat man with a monocle staring at them, him especially, disapprovingly. Padme gave Anakin a quick, sideways smile and stepped forward.

"Yes, thank you, I would like to take a look at your formal dresses please."

"This way then madam. Sir."

As the two walked past the man Anakin couldn't help but stand on the small man's foot as he passed. He just couldn't.

Anakin managed to sneak into Padme's changing room when the little man wasn't looking. His conversation had been about as good as a dead wamp rat's.

"Boo!"

Padme jumped. "Anakin!

"How are we doing then? Found anything to match your radiance?" Anakin asked as he took her by the waist and kissed her forehead.

"You know you aren't supposed to be here," she replied as she flicked his nose.

Anakin shrugged his shoulder's nonchalantly, "Oh well."

"In answer to your question, what do you think of this?"

Anakin let go of Padme and she turned to face him. She was wearing a corseted night-blue velvet dress, with a collar and navy-like buckles all down the front. Her first layer of sleeves flared out, much like the dress Anakin remembered first seeing her again in after 10 years, while her second layer of sleeves was tight to her arm in a lighter blue with more buckles on. Her skirt was tight to her body until the very bottom where it flared out and swirled round her feet in attractive waves of colour. Anakin stared at her for a long time and then let out a slow, contented smile.

"You look beautiful."

"But the dress doesn't?" she asked teasingly.

Anakin stuttered, "Oh, yes, I mean, sorry. You both look beautiful. So soft"

"Can I have it then?"

Anakin smiled at her. "I'd regret it if I didn't let you have it."

Padme smiled at him and kissed his nose, "I love you."

"I know."

From outside the changing room Anakin was sure he heard a choking noise.

"What a gimp," Anakin said as soon as the shop door closed behind them.

"Anakin!" Padme shouted back. She was smiling though.

"What? I'm supposed to tell the truth, I'm a Jedi."

Padme took hold of Anakin's hand, "Still up for spending some money?"

"Hmm?"

"Well, I was wondering if I could get some a little less formal."

"Oh hey, that's a good idea. Where do we go?"

"'Feeling Good'. My sister got a pretty little dress from there once."
"Alright then, lead the way."

As Padme lead Anakin through the humming, vibrant crowd he felt a happiness he had never felt before. He and Padme had never been shopping before. In fact, they hadn't really done anything like this before. He had always been too busy being a Jedi.

"Are you thinking something interesting?" Padme asked him as they walked.

"Just how happy I am to be with you."

"I'm happy too."

Anakin laughed and put his arm around Padme's waist, "I'm glad we're all happy."

"Our first rubbish conversation of the day."

"Who needs conversation when you've got the view?" Anakin replied while staring down at Padme.

She laughed and hit him lightly in the side, "Such a joker. Here we are."

Anakin and Padme entered the shop and the first thing they saw was a girl wearing stripy tights, very short shorts, platforms, a tight t-shirt and a black waistcoat.

"Wasup?"

"Uh…" was all Anakin managed in reply.

"Ruby, get out of the front!"

Anakin watched as the girl, named Ruby, slumped off and a woman wearing some less extreme appeared in her place.

"Sorry about that, my daughter likes look after the front for me when I'm away. So, how may I help you?"

"We've come to look at the some dresses," Padme replied to her.

The woman smiled, "Dresses are that way and the changing rooms are on your left. When you're done just see me."

Anakin and Padme passed through the curtain and into the little section of clothes. The room appeared to have no order, but was a collection of beautiful colours.

"What do you think I should get?" Padme asked as she sifted through the clothes.

"Let me choose. Go in the changing rooms and I'll bring you in something."

"Alright."

With Padme gone Anakin was free to look around. He noted that many of the items here were a combination of the things Padme had worn when they were alone together and yet he had absolutely no idea what to get.

'Great, something the Force can't help me with. I'm doomed.'

"What do you think then?" Padme asked as she stepped out of the changing rooms in the outfit Anakin had chosen for her. The dress hung loosely to Padme's entire frame and exposed most of her back in a seductive V shape. An elegant, stitched pattern snaked itself around the crimson fabric and finished as a tassel that hung over her shoulder.

"Wow Padme. You look… wow."

"Thank you."

"Let's buy it," Anakin replied quickly as he ran a hand over her back, "It suits you."

"OK then, just let me get changed into my other dress."

Anakin walked to the counter and leant against it.

"You have a very beautiful wife," the woman behind the counter said to him.

"She is, isn't she? I'm so lucky to have her. I almost lost her once. I won't let it happen again though."

"You're talking about me aren't you?" Padme said suddenly as she reappeared from the changing room in her velvet dress.

"Only good, my love," Anakin replied as he smiled at her warmly.

"Will you be taking that outfit then?"

"Yes please," Padme said to the woman as she handed over the dress.

Padme sat on Anakin's lap and played with his hair as they watched the world go by on one of Annetse's street chairs.

"It's odd," Anakin started, "I feel so calm, even amongst all these frantic people. I can feel their problems and yet I still feel happy."

"You're in love," Padme replied.

Anakin kissed Padme's neck gently, "So I am. So I am."