Disclaimer: I'm doing this without the knowledge of George Lucas and I beg forbearance. I'm just another deprived person fulfilling my fantasies through fanfiction.

A/N: To JoJo, don't worry. Anakin's nowhere near evil. I won't bear to. =P

Padmé walked along the beach, her feet digging into the hot, white sand. The waters sparkled and occasionally, a glimpse of the star of David could be seen on the clear waters now and then. A native sea bird of Naboo, the sealugg, flew above her head, and Padmé longed to be like that sealugg, free of troubles.

"Company?" A voice appeared out of nowhere. A very familiar voice that sent Padmé's adrenaline into overdrive. She turned, and her silky brown hair flipped over her shoulders. Anakin Skywalker stood there, with a small, hopeful grin on his face. His eyes were filled with question. Padmé gave a quick survey of Anakin, and she did a double take. His blond curls was nicely cut and spiked, like when he was a padawan under Obi-wan. He was, for the first time since they re-met, NOT dressed in his Jedi robes. Instead, he was simply clad in a thin long sleeved white shirt (A/N: Think AOTC. Anakin while meditating. That shirt.) and a pair of dark pants. He looked like an ordinary nineteen year old boy.

"Anakin?" The sweet voice was slightly incredulous. Anakin walked a few steps towards her to cover up their distance, until they were standing face to face. He glanced deep into her eyes. "I'm sorry," he apologized. "For losing my temper yesterday. I was a little upset."

"I'm not blaming you," she assured him, as they continue walking down the beach. "So what's with the commoner's clothes? Doesn't seem like you, Master Jedi," she teased. Anakin gave a chuckle and pulled his head back, enjoying the warm sunshine, or rather, sunshines (2 suns).

"Haven't felt such good weather in a long time," he commented, invading her question.

"I almost forgot you hate the cold." Padmé whacked his arm lightly. "And you're changing the subject, Anakin."

"Am I?" He smirked at her, and suddenly held her hand in his. Padmé's eyes widened and she stopped suddenly, looking up at him. Anakin's lopsided smirk faded, and he looked at her, the very personification of serious. "I've thought about this for the whole night. I know it's wrong, but for the first time in my life, I can't control the feeling coursing through my veins. You're in my very soul, tormenting me." He raised his hand and brushed against her smooth cheek gently. "I don't want to pretend anymore. Ani IS a part of me. I can't hide it." He leaned down and gently brushed his lips against hers. "I love you."

Padmé couldn't speak, no words seemed right for the moment. She invaded his intense stare shyly, her face turning to a deep red. Anakin misread her expression, and he took a step back. She turned back to look at him, surprised at his reaction. Anakin gave a bittersweet smile. "My mistake," he apologized. He turned to walk away, when Padmé grabbed his arm.

"Ani."

It was only a word, but that word meant so much to him. He turned his head and gave his lopsided grin. "Let's have fun, after all, you are on vacation now," he reminded the senator.

"Away we go then," Padmé said, wrapping her hand around Anakin's. Anakin squeezed it lightly, and looked at her, a light, teasing glint in his eyes.

"Your wish is my command, milady."

Apparently, it was the wrong thing to say as Padmé untangled her hand from his sharply. Anakin tilted his head, puzzled. "Don't ever call me that," Padmé told him, or rather, ordered him.

"Call you what?"

"Milady."

Anakin nodded, as he gained understanding of what was going on. He reached for her hand again, with a smile on his face. "Jedi' honor," he half- teased, half-stated. "No more milady." Slowly, he gave her a soft kiss on her forehead. "Let's go. Padmé."

*** "Thank you," Anakin said to the food seller, as he took a steaming hot plate of Bantha's meat from him. He shifted to the plate to his left hand, and used his right to dig out some credits. Thanking the seller again, he carried the plate almost effortlessly with one hand and weaved through the crowd to the far side of the town square, where a lone bench stood proudly.

Anakin stopped short, his mouth dropping in awe. He fantasized about her everyday, although he would have never admitted it, but seeing her on the bench, with the sun highlighting her silky brown hair, he felt as though he had flown right up to the center of the force. He stood there, wanting to memorize her features, her every movement. He didn't dare to believe that such a beautiful angel would be his. What right did he had to have her? What did she see in an ex-slave from Tattooine? His brain couldn't comprehend that, but his heart could.

Anakin was in love.

*** Padmé stared at the people walking past her, observing the crowd and smelling the different aroma of food from the different stores. It had been a long time since she stepped foot on public property as a normal, ordinary girl. Ever since she was ten, she had been trained to be a politician. She never really tasted the life of a commoner.

She furrowed her brow as she caught sight of a passing couple. Her thoughts flew to Anakin, and as usual, the very thought of him made her feel like there was hope somewhere in this galaxy. She looked at the huge chrono on the town's tower, the light in her eyes dimming. Her happiness turned to anxiety, as she noted that it's been ten minutes since Anakin left. She tried to calm herself, by stating logic. After all, Anakin was a Jedi, and one of the best at that. He can take care of himself. But that didn't sastify her anxiety. She would only be appeased by the sight of Anakin himself.

She turned around, feeling a pair of eyes on her. Even before she turned, she knew that it was Anakin. No one could stare at her and make her heart beat faster. She walked towards her Jedi protector, and the man she love, smiling in amusement at his stunned look.

"Ani?" She called out, waving her hand in front of his face. Anakin continued staring at her intensely, in a world of his own. She laughed then, a laugh, that to Anakin, sounded like melodic bells ringing all at once, creating a symphony that only he could hear. "Ani, you're standing in the middle of the town square. Everyone's staring." Anakin didn't react. Sighing in mock resignment, Padmé pulled him over to the bench she had vacated moments ago. "Sit." Anakin sat in obedience, still staring at her. Again, Padmé laughed. She sat down next to him, and took the plate of Bantha's meat from him, before letting out a soft cry, as the hot plate scalded her hand.

Immediately, Anakin snapped out of his trance, his eyes narrowing in concern. He grabbed her hand and examined carefully. Although he was a Jedi knight, he had learned some stuff from the healers in the Jedi temple. Using the force, he levitated a piece of leaf towards him. Placing it on the injured area, he blew lightly on the leaf, using the force to cool and cure the scalded area. He took off the leaf and re-examined Padmé's hand, his eyes flicking from her palm to her face. Finally sastified, he let go of her palm.

Padmé had been silent throughout the strange procedure, her brown opals studying Anakin. He seemed. irritated. She didn't know what to say, and so, she lowered her eyes, focussing on Anakin's hand. For the first time, she realised that his hand too was scalded, and was swollen and very red. Anakin seemed to not notice his own injury, but instead, fussed over hers. She felt her tears welling up, and she blinked them back. No guy had ever done that, took care of her even though they were in desperate need of help.

"Ani, your hand," Padmé started. Anakin looked down and his eyes lit in surprise. He brought his hand to eye level, as he realised that he too was scalded. Repeating the same procedure he had done to Padmé's hand, he cured himself, before turning to her. He looked at her hand again, as if afraid the burn was going to appear again. "Ani, I'm fine."

"I know," he replied. He touched her face, the rough callous of his thumb gently caressing her cheeks. "Don't do that again." Padmé opened her mouth, ready to blurt out 'Do what'. Anakin rushed on, explaining. "When you get hurt, it hurts me, so so much. I feel your pain, Padmé. If you have to be injured, let me take your place," he said. "Don't ever do that again."

The tears rushed out before she could stop it. His confession shook her to the bottom of her soul. She leaned into his open arms, and he wrapped his strong arms around her, softly whispering soothing words to her. As she laid her head on his chest, Anakin felt a burst of possessiveness.

"You're always be my angel. I promise you, no one will ever take you away from me." ***

A/N: Review please. At least let it hit thrity-five. What do you say?