Author's Note Once again I would like to remind all you faithful readers out there that I don't own these characters, settings etc – George Lucas does. Anyway, here is the next chapter – expect to see these being uploaded much more regularly for a couple of months at least while I am off college. On with the show …
Chapter 6 – Well-awaited apologies
"You left me; I was sure you had", said Padme, forcing sections of her unruly hair back behind her ears.
Anakin scowled. He turned away from his wife, pulling the covers of the bed out from underneath her. Padme stood up abruptly, keeping her hands clasped behind her in attempt to prevent herself from strangling her husband.
"Stop being so stubborn and talk to me! You can't ignore me forever."
There was a slight pause while Anakin considered his comeback.
"I can sure try."
Padme rolled her eyes impatiently.
"You must understand, I was under a lot of pressure, I didn't mean what I said", she insisted.
"From where I was standing it sounded like you did" he mumbled under his breath. He gave up staring at the wall, and shifted slightly so he could glare more easily at Padme.
"Please! Can't we just forget about this? I have already apologised, you know I would never intentionally hurt you", she begged.
"Yeah, you still managed though", he remarked, sarcasm dripping from his voice.
Padme folded her arms across her chest; her mouth set in an unwavering glower.
"Anakin."
She looks so beautiful when she's mad.
Anakin stared back at his wife, his gaze equally as steadfast. This staring contest lasted for about ten seconds before Anakin's grimace crumbled into an uncontrollable grin.
"How can I argue with that?" he joked as Padme ran to hug him. Anakin choked with the force at which she was smothering him. His red face apparently didn't seem to notice as she continued to stifle him.
Eventually she released him from her bear hug, and began packing his things into a bag.
"I'm sick of this place", she muttered, "are you feeling well enough to go?"
Anakin tested his legs on the ground before precariously standing on the cold floor. He wobbled for several seconds before gaining his balance.
"Much better m'lady", he said bowing flamboyantly.
Padme paused for a second, giggling at the sight of her husband kneeling before her in a ridiculously large medical gown.
Anakin looked up at the sound of her laughter, grinning himself.
"What?"
Padme continued to titter uncontrollably, her face creasing in laughter.
"Get some clothes on Anakin, unless you want the whole of Coruscant seeing your behind", she choked.
Anakin bashfully covered himself up, his cheeks going redder than the twin suns of Tatooine. He shuffled behind the curtain and got himself dressed into a set of Jedi robes left by Obi-Wan earlier.
"Ready?" said Padme, leaning on tiptoes so she could kiss him. He hugged her tightly to his chest, relaxing for the first time in at least a month.
"Yeah. Let's go."