A/N: I'll Add a lemon to this eventually. :D

Anakin's Best Reunions:

D201/4 ABY, The Afterlife

After leaving Luke with Mara Jade to get acquainted without any interfering old people looking on, Anakin followed Obi-Wan back to the indistinct, misty place he'd first woken up in. "So now what?" he asked. "Aside from spying on people, what do we do with ourselves?"

Obi-Wan smirked as he nodded to a swirling portal that magically appeared beside Anakin. "Now, my impatient padawan, we go home."

Anakin blinked at the portal. "Home?"

Obi-Wan walked through the portal, followed by Anakin, and it closed behind them. They gazed over the idyllic landscape reminiscent of Naboo with green meadows and shining blue lakes interspaced with glowing white buildings. "Home," Obi-Wan said in contentment, glancing at Anakin's awestruck expression with a chuckle. "What? You thought we actually spent eternity living in the Inbetween?"

Anakin nodded mutely, amazed that he got to spend the rest of his existence in such a beautiful place. Anakin wouldn't have been surprised if he'd been sent to a place of lava and fire to spend his time in eternal torment. Instead, he got this? How? Why?

Obi-Wan shook his head at Anakin fondly. "Don't question it, just enjoy." He started walking across the meadow towards a small palace. "I have one more surprise for you," he called over his shoulder when Anakin didn't immediately follow him, inspiring the younger man to bound quickly to catch up.

"What is it?" Anakin asked eagerly, almost skipping in his happiness with how things were turning out.

Obi-Wan sent a mental call to Satine to let her know they had arrived, then grinned at Anakin. "Let's just say that everyone is part of the Force, and when they die, they all come here. Or at least to some part of here that suits them. The Afterlife is vast and has many different locations, but this one is my favourite. Only the Force sensitive have the ability to travel to the Inbetween, and the strongest, like you and I and Yoda, can go all the way back to the real world, but that doesn't mean that the rest of the souls are left out."

Anakin turned to look at the palace as the dawning realization of what Obi-Wan hinted at hit him. Just then a figure in a rainbow coloured gown came running out of the palace, lustrous brown curls streaming behind her. She beelined for Anakin as he came to a stunned halt, crying, "Ani!" in a choked up voice, tears glistening in her chocolate eyes.

Anakin finally moved after feeling like time had slowed to a crawl for an instant of incredulous joy. He literally leapt the remaining distance between them and scooped Padme up into his arms, twirling around in circles as he laughed and she plastered kisses to his face. As the enormity of having his wife in his arms again hit him, Anakin came to an abrupt stop, gazing down into her loving eyes with tears stinging his vision. "How?" he whispered. "How could you forgive me for what I did to you? I killed you." As the tears escaped, his eyes closed and he bowed his head, ashamed to the core.

Padme burrowed her fingers into his dark gold curls, tilting his head back up so he would see how much she still loved him. "I could forgive you anything, Ani," she whispered back. "Anything." She pressed her lips to his in a quick kiss before meeting his eyes again. "And you didn't kill me. Obi-Wan said you were dead so I lost the will to live without you for a little bit, but then I saw our beautiful children and I knew I had something worth living for, fighting for. But even as I tried to stay alive, it felt like something was drowning me. The air was gone from my body and everything went black. Obi-Wan thinks Sidious killed me, because he needed you to believe that YOU had. He knew I would have found out eventually that you were still alive. He knew I could have brought you back to the Light. I like to think that we could have been a proper family like we were meant to."

Anakin gathered her just a little closer to his chest, resting his check on top of her head. "Oh, Padme. My light. My angel. I'm so sorry I didn't protect you better; from myself and from Sidious. I'm sorry I let my fears get to my head. I promise it won't ever happen again."

Padme forced him to look at her again and stop hiding in her hair. "And I'm holding you to that promise, Anakin Skywalker. But I want to make one thing perfectly clear; I don't blame you for your fall to the Dark Side and I never will and I never have. I lay all of the blame at Palpatine's feet, where it belongs. He was working on you for years and none of us saw it. Realistically, we're all to blame; Obi-Wan, the Council, and me. We let a Sith Lord have access to an impressionable boy's mind. We let him plant the seeds of doubt in you. I see, now, that Palpatine was orchestrating events from the very beginning. So I repeat; I don't blame you at all and I never will. You could have murdered the entire galaxy and I'd still love you unconditionally, my precious Ani."

Anakin was speechless as he stared into her beautiful, shimmering eyes. He'd always thought, that of all the people he'd wronged, Padme would be the hardest to win back. He couldn't be more grateful for being wrong. "Stars, I love you, angel. I don't deserve you and I doubt I ever have." He tilted his head down and captured her mouth in a gentle kiss again before moving to catch a tear trailing down her cheek with his lips. Pulling back, he smiled a little ruefully. "It's probably a good thing it all worked out the way it did. I wasn't much of a man left for you to love. I literally couldn't breathe without my suit and I was basically a burnt, shrivelled up, overcooked potato."

Padme blinked at that image and then giggled with her bell-like laughter that Anakin loved. "Oh, Ani. You know I wouldn't have cared."

He wiggled his eyebrows at her lasciviously. "Trust me, sweetheart, you would have cared."

Padme wiggled her eyebrows back. "Oh, I'm sure we would have figured something out."

Anakin boomed out a laugh and then dropped to his knees in the grass, pressing kisses all over her beloved face. Their lips met and they got lost in their own world of love and long awaited passion.

Obi-Wan and Satine watched the younger couple for a minute with their arms wrapped around each other's waists from the doorway of their home, smiling mistily at the bittersweet reunion. When it looked like the two were going to stay outside kissing for an indefinite amount of time, Obi-Wan raised a brow at his golden haired love. "Perhaps we should go inside and leave them to it, my dear."

Satine pressed a kiss to Obi's cheek, lingering as she breathed in his wonderful scent. "You've been away for hours, Obi. I missed you," she said with a gleam of mischief in her turquoise eyes.

Obi-Wan raised a brow teasingly. "Oh? Can't live without me either, my beautiful darling?" Not giving her a chance to answer, he tucked a hand under her knees and behind her delicate back, lifting her up against his chest, whispering naughty suggestions in her ear as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Carrying her effortlessly, he strode into the rather large home that Satine and Padme had insisted on, both of them used to opulence, and aimed for their suite for what was guaranteed to be another long love session. The advantage to being deceased was the lack of bodily needs. If they didn't want to, they didn't need to breathe, eat, sleep, or anything else you could think of that a living being required to survive. It was fantastic.

As they passed the open doorway of the main living room, Obi-Wan paused and looked at the two couples snuggling on couches with a grin. "You guys might as well go find something to occupy yourselves for awhile. Anakin and Padme aren't coming in for a while."

"I'd say a VERY long while," Satine added from her position in Obi's arms as her eyes gleamed with amusement at the disappointed look on Shmi's face, before Anakin's mother bravely changed it to a smile. Satine returned her attention to her soulmate, running a playful hand through his beard, tickling him gently. "Obi," she said, letting her eyes say everything she was feeling.

Obi-Wan sucked in a breath and nodded abruptly. "Right." He glanced at Qui-Gon and winked. "Sorry, Master. You're on your own. Duty calls," he said in a resigned tone before striding away from the living room.

"Hey!" the older couples heard from an indignant Satine followed by Obi-Wan's teasing laughter.

Qui-Gon raised a brow and chuckled at his padawan's dry wit. Shmi and Cliegg rose from their couch and left the room hand in hand, saying something about walking the gardens. That left Qui-Gon alone in the room with his wife. He turned his attention to the woman he'd loved since they were younglings together in the Temple. Since dignity could be thrown to the wayside for the moment, he gathered her up into his lap and started scattering kisses all over the dark honey skin of her perfectly sculpted face. "If the kids are all having fun," he murmured between kisses, "I don't see why we can't either."

Tahl smiled sweetly, gold and green striped eyes glowing with untold mysteries as she ran her fingers through his long, soft brown hair. "Every moment spent with you is fun, my love," she murmured before holding his face still so she could capture his mouth in a loving kiss.

An hour or two later, a grass stained and very rumpled looking Anakin and Padme walked into the palace, eyes locked on each other in utter adoration. A couple walked out of a room and stopped in front of them, the brown haired woman looking at Anakin with watery eyes and a shaky smile.

Anakin stared at her for a moment and then rushed forward, wrapping her in his arms. He cried on her hair and she on his chest.

The only word spoken for the longest time was a sobbed out, "Mom."