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Padmé turned at the sound of her name, and a splash of water greeted her. Padmé blinked stupidly as drops of water fell from the ends of her long, dark curls that she had let down freely. Anakin couldn't control his amusement, and he doubled over in laughter, the corners of his eyes crinkling in amusement. He pointed to Padmé, and tried to say sorry, but one look at her made him burst into laughter again.
Padmé's eyes narrowed, but her eyes were laughing. "This is war, Ani," she said, taking a handful of water from the stream. She rushed towards Anakin, and dumped the water all over his head. Anakin's short curls drooped down his forehead, and he closed his eyes tightly as the water ran down his face. His eyebrows were comically raised, and now it was Padmé's turn to laugh. Anakin opened his eyes, and winked at her.
They were in the place where they first truly met - their garden. Padmé's has already thought of it as their garden, for it was the only place where Anakin and her can truly be themselves, without the eyes of the public watching them. It was the only place where Padmé could just be Padmé, instead of Senator Amidala. With Anakin, she was truly herself, something that she had never felt with Obi-wan. With Obi-wan, she always felt that part of their relationship was purely good publicity, and she had always tried to live to the expectation of the people's view of being a Jedi's senator girlfriend.
The two had by now stopped their playful teasing, and was sitting on the soft, green grass. Anakin turned to her, a question in his eyes. "What are you thinking about?" Padmé turned to him, and a smile graced her beautiful face. Her brown hair (still a little wet) fell softly around her face. She shook her head and leaned against Anakin, pressing her back against his broad chest. He wrapped his arms around her waist protectively.
"So, how's Obi-wan?" Anakin said, hesitantly, approaching the sacred subject. Padmé looked up at him and shrugged carelessly.
"Haven't talked to him. He's still undergoing his one month meditation before his trials." Padmé reached over a glass of water, and sipped it, looking out at the scenic view. "I'm telling him about us after his trials, Ani."
Anakin looked down at her, and the playful glint in his eyes disappeared. He was all serious. "Padmé," he started to say. "If you want to get back with Obi-wan, it's fine." Padmé untangled herself from his grip sharply and glared at him. Anakin swallowed hard, and continued. "You'll have a better future with him, and I understand if you want to move to greener pastures, especially since the pasture you're standing on now is barren and dead."
"Do you want me to leave?" Padmé asked simply. Her face showed no expression, but her eyes pleaded him not to throw what they have away. Anakin looked deep into her eyes, and shook his head. "No," he whispered to her, before pulling her towards him. Padmé leaned her head against his chest, as she basked in the comfort of his warm embrace.
"Ani, I love you," she declared sleepily, as the afternoon sun shined on them. Anakin smiled in ironic amusement.
"You had to tell me that for the first time half-asleep, hadn't you?" He asked with a lopsided grin. He kissed the top of her head, as Padmé muttered a very sleepy 'take it or leave it, buddy'. Anakin wrapped his arms tighter around her. "I'm taking it," he agreed easily. "I love you too," he said, his voice losing all its teasing tone. Padmé did not answer, but deep in her dreamy state, she smiled happily.
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"Master Oui-Gon, today is the day of my trials. Do you think I can hologram Padmé first? Just to assure myself that she's all right?" Obi-wan asked his master, who had been sitting on the chair, meditating. Qui-Gon looked at his apprentice sternly.
"Obi-wan, caring for her does not mean checking on her everyday. Now you are having your trials in awhile. Go and get ready." Obi-wan nodded. "Oh and by the way, I will be going to Naboo today. I didn't want to tell you because I wanted you to concentrate on the trials."
"Naboo, master? Why?"
"We have detected someone who is extremely strong in the force. I would be going there to find this person." Obi-wan's eyebrows raised up high.
"But master, how could you have detected such a person? A Jedi must be in close approximity to someone force-sensitive before they can detect that person. Naboo is planets away!" Obi-wan, puzzled, commented.
"Yes, we find it strange too," Qui-Gon said. His white eyebrows came together. "But master Yoda senses him. We believe he must be a young boy, probably a newborn even, as this is the first time master Yoda has sensed him."
"I see. Well, I hope you find this boy, master, and may the force be with you." Qui-Gon nodded.
"I will send the senator your regards. Now go and prepare. This next month will be an important month for you." Obi-wan nodded and left.
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Lukaz entered the small house, coughing loudly. Anakin walked out of his workshop, and wiped his greasy hands on his overalls. "Chup chup Kaz. Where's Rané? I thought you two were unseperable."
Lukaz grinned good-naturedly. "She has work to do. Some Jedi's coming and the Senator has invited him to her house." He shrugged, not noticing Anakin's alarmed look.
"Jedi, huh?" Anakin said, trying his best to be casual and nonchalant. "So the Senator's Jedi boyfriend's back?" Lukaz, who had the reputation of exaggerating things, nodded eagerly.
"Yeah. I heard they're going to get married soon, or something. The senator has accepted his proposal," Lukaz continued, not noticing the pain and hurt in Anakin's eyes. Without another word, Anakin dashed off, leavin Lukaz in mid-sentence. "Hey! Hey, Ani!" Frowning to himself, Lukaz muttered. "That boy is weird."
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A/N: Haha! Cliffhanger! Is the Jedi Obi-wan? Is Padmé really getting married? Will Anakin and her break up? Stay tune. =P Now you guys had better review this story. =P
Padmé turned at the sound of her name, and a splash of water greeted her. Padmé blinked stupidly as drops of water fell from the ends of her long, dark curls that she had let down freely. Anakin couldn't control his amusement, and he doubled over in laughter, the corners of his eyes crinkling in amusement. He pointed to Padmé, and tried to say sorry, but one look at her made him burst into laughter again.
Padmé's eyes narrowed, but her eyes were laughing. "This is war, Ani," she said, taking a handful of water from the stream. She rushed towards Anakin, and dumped the water all over his head. Anakin's short curls drooped down his forehead, and he closed his eyes tightly as the water ran down his face. His eyebrows were comically raised, and now it was Padmé's turn to laugh. Anakin opened his eyes, and winked at her.
They were in the place where they first truly met - their garden. Padmé's has already thought of it as their garden, for it was the only place where Anakin and her can truly be themselves, without the eyes of the public watching them. It was the only place where Padmé could just be Padmé, instead of Senator Amidala. With Anakin, she was truly herself, something that she had never felt with Obi-wan. With Obi-wan, she always felt that part of their relationship was purely good publicity, and she had always tried to live to the expectation of the people's view of being a Jedi's senator girlfriend.
The two had by now stopped their playful teasing, and was sitting on the soft, green grass. Anakin turned to her, a question in his eyes. "What are you thinking about?" Padmé turned to him, and a smile graced her beautiful face. Her brown hair (still a little wet) fell softly around her face. She shook her head and leaned against Anakin, pressing her back against his broad chest. He wrapped his arms around her waist protectively.
"So, how's Obi-wan?" Anakin said, hesitantly, approaching the sacred subject. Padmé looked up at him and shrugged carelessly.
"Haven't talked to him. He's still undergoing his one month meditation before his trials." Padmé reached over a glass of water, and sipped it, looking out at the scenic view. "I'm telling him about us after his trials, Ani."
Anakin looked down at her, and the playful glint in his eyes disappeared. He was all serious. "Padmé," he started to say. "If you want to get back with Obi-wan, it's fine." Padmé untangled herself from his grip sharply and glared at him. Anakin swallowed hard, and continued. "You'll have a better future with him, and I understand if you want to move to greener pastures, especially since the pasture you're standing on now is barren and dead."
"Do you want me to leave?" Padmé asked simply. Her face showed no expression, but her eyes pleaded him not to throw what they have away. Anakin looked deep into her eyes, and shook his head. "No," he whispered to her, before pulling her towards him. Padmé leaned her head against his chest, as she basked in the comfort of his warm embrace.
"Ani, I love you," she declared sleepily, as the afternoon sun shined on them. Anakin smiled in ironic amusement.
"You had to tell me that for the first time half-asleep, hadn't you?" He asked with a lopsided grin. He kissed the top of her head, as Padmé muttered a very sleepy 'take it or leave it, buddy'. Anakin wrapped his arms tighter around her. "I'm taking it," he agreed easily. "I love you too," he said, his voice losing all its teasing tone. Padmé did not answer, but deep in her dreamy state, she smiled happily.
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"Master Oui-Gon, today is the day of my trials. Do you think I can hologram Padmé first? Just to assure myself that she's all right?" Obi-wan asked his master, who had been sitting on the chair, meditating. Qui-Gon looked at his apprentice sternly.
"Obi-wan, caring for her does not mean checking on her everyday. Now you are having your trials in awhile. Go and get ready." Obi-wan nodded. "Oh and by the way, I will be going to Naboo today. I didn't want to tell you because I wanted you to concentrate on the trials."
"Naboo, master? Why?"
"We have detected someone who is extremely strong in the force. I would be going there to find this person." Obi-wan's eyebrows raised up high.
"But master, how could you have detected such a person? A Jedi must be in close approximity to someone force-sensitive before they can detect that person. Naboo is planets away!" Obi-wan, puzzled, commented.
"Yes, we find it strange too," Qui-Gon said. His white eyebrows came together. "But master Yoda senses him. We believe he must be a young boy, probably a newborn even, as this is the first time master Yoda has sensed him."
"I see. Well, I hope you find this boy, master, and may the force be with you." Qui-Gon nodded.
"I will send the senator your regards. Now go and prepare. This next month will be an important month for you." Obi-wan nodded and left.
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Lukaz entered the small house, coughing loudly. Anakin walked out of his workshop, and wiped his greasy hands on his overalls. "Chup chup Kaz. Where's Rané? I thought you two were unseperable."
Lukaz grinned good-naturedly. "She has work to do. Some Jedi's coming and the Senator has invited him to her house." He shrugged, not noticing Anakin's alarmed look.
"Jedi, huh?" Anakin said, trying his best to be casual and nonchalant. "So the Senator's Jedi boyfriend's back?" Lukaz, who had the reputation of exaggerating things, nodded eagerly.
"Yeah. I heard they're going to get married soon, or something. The senator has accepted his proposal," Lukaz continued, not noticing the pain and hurt in Anakin's eyes. Without another word, Anakin dashed off, leavin Lukaz in mid-sentence. "Hey! Hey, Ani!" Frowning to himself, Lukaz muttered. "That boy is weird."
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A/N: Haha! Cliffhanger! Is the Jedi Obi-wan? Is Padmé really getting married? Will Anakin and her break up? Stay tune. =P Now you guys had better review this story. =P