500 Republica was a place for only the richest, most prestigious beings in the galaxy. Most were senators whose names were known on every planet, even those that were beyond the Outer Rim. One of these senators was the beautiful Padme Amidala, famous for not only her work throughout the galaxy, but for her captivating beauty. It was on her that a pair of intense green eyes were fixed. Almost nobody in the galaxy knew she was there . . . but of course he did. He had been waiting decades for her. And his patience would finally become worth it. Soon.

The man to whom the green eyes belonged was currently situated in a small, but very fancy and exclusive penthouse, just across the street from 500 Republica. He did not often use it, as he was often traveling the galaxy, or in his home world(which, by the way, is not Corellia). Not to mention the fact that, well, he had just returned from the netherworld of the Force.

He watched her enter 500 Republica, Ms. Skywalker Junior in the lead, and Jedi Skywalker Junior(for some reason, typing those names crack me up every time) trailing close behind. As the object of his captivation and her escort disappeared into the building, the Jedi positioned himself outside of it, along with ten other men, each shouldering a blaster. He grimaced. It would be so much easier to claim her if only those meddling Skywalkers would stay out of it. He scowled at himself in the long mirror, flexing. What did she see in Skywalker?

HE was much more handsome, much more fit, he told himself. Superior to Skywalker in every way(*cough* you wish *cough).

He smirked as he slowly pulled on an expensive silk tunic, tight enough to show every detail of his chest. Finally, his plan was starting to be put into action. Soon, he would have the senator.

His smile faded. Unfortunately, the plans were not yet fully formed as to how to get around Jedi Skywalker Junior and Ms. Skywalker Junior. But he would get a treat today. His smile was back into place, as he licked his lips hungrily. It was almost time.

He glanced back into the full length mirror, looking satisfied at his reflection. As usual, he looked perfect. Dark hair, styled back in a natural swoop that made all the ladies want to run their fingers through it? Check. Shining emerald green eyes, glowing mischievously in a way that made the ladies swoon? Check. Mouth turned up in a teasing smirk that made all the ladies go mad? Check. Clothes pulled tightly over a perfect body that made all the ladies drool? Check.

He smiled confidently. How in the galaxy had Padme ever let him go? He was way more handsome, more gorgeous than Anakin Skywalker could ever be. Also way more fit. His body was to die for. He flexed his muscles. He would make her see that he was far more superior than that upstart Jedi.

Grabbing a bunch of fresh alstroemerias, a box of fresh Nubian fruit, and a fancy book of chocolates, he gave one last dashing smile at himself in the mirror before he left his room. Of course, the alstroemerias were to throw Ms. Skywalker Junior off track. If he brought roses, he doubted she would let him in. He scoffed. Friendship and devotion. Whatever. As if that was what he really wanted from Padme Amidala.

He strode out into the hallway of his fancy penthouse. Mirrors lined the glamorous hallway. Sending each mirror a flirtatious wink, as if each one was a gorgeous female(yet another reason why we Anidala fans cannot stand him- he is 1. a player 2. he struts 3. is overconfident for no reason 4. is dishonest 5. is vain 6. has no good traits 7. do I really need to say anything else?), he strutted towards the oaken door across from him. Once outside, he slammed it shut, causing the mirrors to rattle in their frames.

He smirked. He could imagine Skywalker's expression when he came back from whatever mission he was on; the enraged look on his face when he realized Padme had been taken from him; the look of hurt as he realized Padme loved and adored him. It would be all too entertaining.

Commoners nodded in respect as he passed his head and shoulders raised high in confidence. His wealthy attire, to say nothing of his superior expression, made it clear to everyone that he demanded(not to say he received ;) nothing less than the respect shown to the chancellor. Arriving at 500 Republica, he paused reluctantly, plastering a fake smile on his face. Jedi Stkywalker Junior nodded at him politely, a slightly suspicious look crossing his otherwise impassive features. He entered quickly, trying to avoid eye contact, acting as if it disgusted him.

The marble floors gleamed under his feet as he trod onto the velvet carpet, leading to the elevators, made of solid gold. The one before him opened with a pleasant ding, and he stepped inside, instructing it to take him to floor 1,005(it took me like an hour to figure out that 500 Republica had 1,010 floors, but it refused to tell me what floor Padme was on, so I made it up), where Padme was. When the doors slid open, he strode out into the hallway, stopping at the door to Padme's suite. It was guarded by Ms. Skywalker Junior, along with five rebels.

"I'm here to see Senator Padme Amidala," he said pleasantly. "I bumped into her yesterday and thought she seemed lonely. I thought I might visit her and keep her company for a few minutes. She seems like a very kind and agreeable person," he said smoothly.

She nodded slowly, searching his face, as the rebels searched him for weapons. "I'll see if she'll admit you."

She walked inside. He stood there for a few minutes, whistling merrily. After a bought of laughter from inside, Ms. Skywalker Junior came out. "She'll see you for a few minutes."

He followed her into the apartment, which was richly furnished, very clean, and filled with the scent of Padme's favorite perfume. Five more rebels were outside her partially closed door. They entered, and Padme looked up from a comfy velvet couch. She seemed to be watching something- a Holomovie? On the screen was a movie of Skywalker's "heroic accomplishments." He gritted his teeth, but smiled pleasantly.

She clicked the screen off and rose, smiling at him. She was irresistibly beautiful today: her chocolate curls fell smoothly down her back, and she was wearing a simple gown that showed off her lovely neck and bosom(picture below).

"Good morning, Miss Padme," he said, with a charming smile. "How are you?"

"Good."

Ms. Skywalker Junior cut her eyes at him, and then turned to Padme. "I'll be right back." Giving him a pointed look, she left.

"I thought you looked a little lonely yesterday, so I decided to give you some company for a little bit. You don't mind, do you?" he asked, looking at her.

"No, not at all. Thank you for coming."

"I haven't seen you around, so I assume you've been here for a while. I decided to bring you some fresh fruit, you know, just so you could have something different."

"Oh. . .thank you." She smiled, her eyes bright. She seemed to be falling for him already. Perfect.

He opened the parcel, revealing an assorted variety of fruits, many some of Naboo's specialty. Of course, he had picked those on purpose. "I hope you enjoy them. I also got you some chocolate, just because it's amazing, and it reminded me of your eyes." He smiled, placing everything on her bed.

As they continued their conversation, and he continued to lavish her in compliments, her eyes began to sparkle, and her smile widened.

Finally, he couldn't stand it any longer. He leaned forward and captured her perfect pink lips. She started violently, but was obviously too startled to react. He took advantage of her surprise, grabbing her hips and pulling her to him, fastening his arm around her waist tightly as if to keep her from pulling away. He passionately kissed her, forcing her lips open and sticking his tongue inside. She still seemed frozen- she had moved a single inch. She didn't kiss him back or restrain him; just stood there as if petrified.

Finally, after several long moments, she jerked away, gasping with air, and stared at him in horror.

". . . What . . . ?! . . . What are you d-doing . . . ?!"

Padme couldn't move. She couldn't react. Her brain was frozen as she vaguely felt his lips hungrily on hers, and felt him pull her towards him, fastening a strong arm around her waist. Her eyesight went fuzzy, and her brain screamed in annoyance as she desperately tried to figure out what was happening. She couldn't think. Time had frozen and her brain with it. She could barely register his tongue slipping into her mouth.

Suddenly, it all came at her with the force of a bullet. Maximilian was kissing her. Kissing her. What . . . ?! How . . . ?! What would Anakin think?! How would he feel when he heard about this?! What was she doing . . . ?! How had she let this happen?!

She jerked away from him and staggered back, gasping for air. Unsteady on her feet, she stumbled, catching herself on the edge of a side table. In the process of trying to catch her footing, she knocked everything off of it. The sound of glass shattering onto the marble floor rang into the silent room, as crashes followed it. She barely registered any of this. All she could do was stare at him in complete and utter horror. How dare he! But did he mean . . . ?! How could he know she was married?! What were his intentions?!

He was looking at her, with concern and surprise evident in his features . . . but also a look of hunger in the depths of his eyes?

He came towards her, the hunger in his eyes immediately disappearing, replaced by concern. "Miss! Are you alright? What's the matter?"

". . . What . . . ?! . . . What are you d-doing . . . ?!" she cried.

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