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A/N: You know what's a good way to get inspiration for a new chapter? Listen to Across the Stars(the love theme in AOTC). =P
Anakin made his way towards Padmé's quarters, nodding his head at the random people. It's been nearly a week since the dinner. Anakin and Sabé had became good friends, after a long talk and a lot of screaming(from her) and a lot of soothing words(from him). He and Padmé has also became the best of friends, especially since her boyfriend went back to Coruscant for his one month meditation before the trials and one month meditation after the trials.
He knocked on the door and slouched lazily at the door frame, stifling a yawn. He had spent the entire night building his speeder, and it was finally ready. Another yawn escaped before he could stop it, just as Padmé opened the door. Her perfectly arched eyebrows quirked up in amusement, and she grinned.
"Let me guess. This is the 'in' expression for laid-back people," Padmé said as a greeting, stepping to one side to allow Anakin to attend. Ani gave her his lopsided smirk, and stuck out his tongue. As they sat on the couch, Padmé rubbed her temples tiredly, and Ani frowned in concern.
"You look tired." Padmé gave a tired smile. Anakin reached for her hand and wrapped his hand around hers, and turned his upper body to look at Padmé in the eye. "I heard about the assassinations."
"You did? How?"
Anakin gave a neurotically amused grin. "You're the senator. It's not exactly confidential news, you know?" His grin disappeared. "How are you doing?"
"With you around? Everything suddenly seems fine," Padmé said. She meant it as a joke, a reassurance for Anakin, but when the words came out of her mouth, she suddenly realized that she meant it. Honey brown eyes met midnight blue ones. Before it could even register, Padmé leaned towards Anakin, her eyes studying his face.
Anakin tightened his hand around her small one, and he lowered his head. His eyes caught hers again, and this time they stayed. Their lips met in a soft kiss, and time seemed to stop, just for them. Anakin finished the kiss, reluctantly, and he swallowed nervously. "I'm sorry, milady. I never meant for-," Anakin stopped as he noticed Padmé's hurt look that she tried to cover up unsuccessfully. "What's wrong?"
Padmé turned her head away, refusing to meet Anakin's intense look. She stood up and walked towards the other end of the room, looking out of the window, allowing the setting sun to calm her. Anakin walked towards her, confused, and afraid. [You fool, she has a boyfriend. Of course she'll reject you. That kiss should NEVER have happen.]
He stopped a few steps away from her, his hands behind his back. "I," he started, before his voice caught in his throat. Anakin looked up at the ceiling as tears threatened to spill. [I will not cry], he told himself. "I'm sorry, milady," he repeated. "That was out of line."
"Don't call me that," came a soft but firm voice. Anakin looked up from the floor. Padmé turned to him, and her eyes blazed in anger. Anakin blinked in confusion, and his forehead scrunched up.
"What? Call you what?"
"By my title," Padmé replied. She walked right up at him. "If you regret what happen, just tell me. If you think it's a mistake, then tell me! I'll accept it." She looked down, and tears started rolling down her face. Sobbing, she continued. "I don't want us to stop being friends, Ani."
Anakin's heart melted. He felt like a hundred knives had stabbed him in the heart, with each tear that rolled down her face. Gingerly, he cleaned the tears away from her face. "I don't think it's mistake," he stated quietly. "And I don't regret it." Padmé looked up at him in doubt. "I love you," Anakin said, wrapping his arms around her. "I tried to deny it, to ignore it, but I couldn't. You're in my very soul, tormenting me." Anakin heard another sob and he looked down at the vulnerable, small framed girl. "Don't cry, please?"
Padmé breathed in deeply and wiped her eyes. "I'm not crying. I'm not crying," she protested. Anakin smiled his lopsided smile, and Padmé smiled in return. "So what do we do now?" She whispered, as Anakin let her go. He smiled, and without a word, he slipped his hand into hers, and squeezed it gently. He gave her a soft kiss on her forehead.
"I don't know," he finally replied, in his usual laid-back way. "But I'm not going to let you go. Never."
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OK. sorry for taking so long to update. Been really busy. I know this is a short chapter, but I hope you'll enjoy it. Read and REVIEW! =P
A/N: You know what's a good way to get inspiration for a new chapter? Listen to Across the Stars(the love theme in AOTC). =P
Anakin made his way towards Padmé's quarters, nodding his head at the random people. It's been nearly a week since the dinner. Anakin and Sabé had became good friends, after a long talk and a lot of screaming(from her) and a lot of soothing words(from him). He and Padmé has also became the best of friends, especially since her boyfriend went back to Coruscant for his one month meditation before the trials and one month meditation after the trials.
He knocked on the door and slouched lazily at the door frame, stifling a yawn. He had spent the entire night building his speeder, and it was finally ready. Another yawn escaped before he could stop it, just as Padmé opened the door. Her perfectly arched eyebrows quirked up in amusement, and she grinned.
"Let me guess. This is the 'in' expression for laid-back people," Padmé said as a greeting, stepping to one side to allow Anakin to attend. Ani gave her his lopsided smirk, and stuck out his tongue. As they sat on the couch, Padmé rubbed her temples tiredly, and Ani frowned in concern.
"You look tired." Padmé gave a tired smile. Anakin reached for her hand and wrapped his hand around hers, and turned his upper body to look at Padmé in the eye. "I heard about the assassinations."
"You did? How?"
Anakin gave a neurotically amused grin. "You're the senator. It's not exactly confidential news, you know?" His grin disappeared. "How are you doing?"
"With you around? Everything suddenly seems fine," Padmé said. She meant it as a joke, a reassurance for Anakin, but when the words came out of her mouth, she suddenly realized that she meant it. Honey brown eyes met midnight blue ones. Before it could even register, Padmé leaned towards Anakin, her eyes studying his face.
Anakin tightened his hand around her small one, and he lowered his head. His eyes caught hers again, and this time they stayed. Their lips met in a soft kiss, and time seemed to stop, just for them. Anakin finished the kiss, reluctantly, and he swallowed nervously. "I'm sorry, milady. I never meant for-," Anakin stopped as he noticed Padmé's hurt look that she tried to cover up unsuccessfully. "What's wrong?"
Padmé turned her head away, refusing to meet Anakin's intense look. She stood up and walked towards the other end of the room, looking out of the window, allowing the setting sun to calm her. Anakin walked towards her, confused, and afraid. [You fool, she has a boyfriend. Of course she'll reject you. That kiss should NEVER have happen.]
He stopped a few steps away from her, his hands behind his back. "I," he started, before his voice caught in his throat. Anakin looked up at the ceiling as tears threatened to spill. [I will not cry], he told himself. "I'm sorry, milady," he repeated. "That was out of line."
"Don't call me that," came a soft but firm voice. Anakin looked up from the floor. Padmé turned to him, and her eyes blazed in anger. Anakin blinked in confusion, and his forehead scrunched up.
"What? Call you what?"
"By my title," Padmé replied. She walked right up at him. "If you regret what happen, just tell me. If you think it's a mistake, then tell me! I'll accept it." She looked down, and tears started rolling down her face. Sobbing, she continued. "I don't want us to stop being friends, Ani."
Anakin's heart melted. He felt like a hundred knives had stabbed him in the heart, with each tear that rolled down her face. Gingerly, he cleaned the tears away from her face. "I don't think it's mistake," he stated quietly. "And I don't regret it." Padmé looked up at him in doubt. "I love you," Anakin said, wrapping his arms around her. "I tried to deny it, to ignore it, but I couldn't. You're in my very soul, tormenting me." Anakin heard another sob and he looked down at the vulnerable, small framed girl. "Don't cry, please?"
Padmé breathed in deeply and wiped her eyes. "I'm not crying. I'm not crying," she protested. Anakin smiled his lopsided smile, and Padmé smiled in return. "So what do we do now?" She whispered, as Anakin let her go. He smiled, and without a word, he slipped his hand into hers, and squeezed it gently. He gave her a soft kiss on her forehead.
"I don't know," he finally replied, in his usual laid-back way. "But I'm not going to let you go. Never."
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OK. sorry for taking so long to update. Been really busy. I know this is a short chapter, but I hope you'll enjoy it. Read and REVIEW! =P