No Ordinary Love | Fanfiction | Prelude to a Fall pt3

Prelude to a Fall
(Sequel to Prelude to a Kiss)

Rated: PG13
Same disclaimers apply

Part 3

After convening for the day, the Council cleared out from their chamber, save for Yoda and Mace. Amidala was leaning against the windows, staring listlessly at the ever-present traffic. Fraan Jul-lyn had notified them, assuring the Council that in fact, help was needed.

What troubled Amidala the most, was the Chancellor's carefree attitude. His attempts to assure her that nothing was wrong only made things worse. Not to mention the strange flash of... something she could describe as... wrongness that radiated from him in waves. Perhaps he's been brainwashed as well? Whatever the case, the only thing that mattered now were her people. To hell with snarky Chancellors and turncoat handmaidens.

She wasn't yet confident enough in these new-found 'abilities' to take any of this seriously, but had a strong feeling that Anakin and Obi-Wan had a few things to show her. Well, she hoped Anakin still had a few... things to show her. With a sigh, she thought back to the night before; was it only a mere 24 hours ago?

She could hear Anakin and Obi-Wan speaking in low tones with Yoda, but decided to not listen in; she'd had enough for now. For that matter, she didn't care much for what they were discussing. She wanted to return to Naboo, but had been forbidden by the Jedi. Imagine that.

If you knew how many times I've been denied going home, you wouldn't feel so bad. She had to smile at Anakin's attempt to cheer her up. Apparently she'd been doing what they call 'broadcasting' her thoughts. Oops. Suddenly warm and nearly dwarfed from behind, she leaned back into her lover for support. She twisted around, placing a kiss on his cheek. "I love you, Anakin."

His arms tightened as he returned the gesture. "Are you suddenly as tired as me?" he whispered, relishing in her closeness.

She smiled, shaking her head. "Not yet, loverboy. I would like to talk more with Master Yoda."

"Well, can't blame a guy for trying. Come on, I don't want to give them the wrong idea about us." He gently pulled her away from the window, winking. With one last look at the pink and lilac hued Coruscant sunset, she followed. As fascinating as Coruscant was, she missed Naboo with her whole heart. It wasn't so much her material objects, either. If it meant sleeping in the Gungan forests when she returned, she would... anything for peace. Anything for her people.

After all, Anakin had lived without material possessions his entire life. I can do this. She hoped that particular thought hadn't been broadcast, but a smile from Yoda told otherwise. "Strong you are, Amidala. Succeed in whatever you do, you shall." He expressed, bringing a smile to her face.

"Thank you, Master Yoda. I only hope I am strong enough to save my people when the time comes. They need me-"

"In danger you will be if return now you do. Being misled they are, of this certain I am. Remain here and be trained you shall." The words, spoken with such finality, told her to not even think of arguing. She wasn't sold on the whole idea of 'Jedi training' either. She was 23 for Force's sake! Wasn't this the same Council who had proclaimed a nine year-old Anakin as 'too old'? Not sure what to say, she looked at Anakin who mouthed the words 'Thank you, Master Yoda.'. She thanked him and then left with her two 'Jedi escorts'.

"We've learned that it's best not to argue with Yoda when he's like this," Obi-Wan joked, glad to be finally free of the Council for the day. He could sense Amidala's apprehension, and couldn't honestly say he wouldn't feel the same if in her position. "Mace informed me that you will receive the most basic of lessons from Anakin and myself, then be sent to Master Gallia for a few days."

She stopped, closing her eyes. "I just... what happens if I let this go... untrained?"

Anakin knew this one, hands down. "Untrained you are easily persuaded by the dark side of the Force. Anyone picking up on your skills will see an easy target." He paused, taking her hands in his. "Don't be afraid, Ami. This is for your own protection and well being... and I'm starting to sound just like you, Obi-Wan!" All three laughed, nearly punch-drunk from the day's events.

"We need a little downtime, Padawan. Tell you what, you relax a little, then we're getting out of here tonight." Obi-Wan said, his eyes sparkling with mischief. A night out is exactly what we all need.

Both Anakin and Amidala stared at him in shock. "Go out? You mean...?" Anakin stuttered. Obi-Wan nodded, bringing a finger to his lips. "You know just what I mean, Anakin. Now, I'll give you 2 hours, so get!" He waved them off with his hand, heading towards his room.

"Well, looks like we have some time to kill, handsome." Amidala purred, tugging Anakin's braid along with her towards the door. With a squeal, he followed.

"You're sexy when you're rough, you know that?"

She giggled and dragged him inside.

In the opposite room, Obi-Wan had just spoken to Bant. He'd heard she was here with her Padawan Gaiya, and invited them out tonight as well. It looked to be quite an interesting evening... to say the least.

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Anakin had just gotten himself dressed when Obi-Wan entered. He and Amidala had decided to take a little, uh, nap before going out. She was safely back in her room, trying to find something suitable for a Queen who isn't a Queen and a Jedi who isn't a Jedi to wear. He didn't see the big deal in it; just pull on some Jedi clothes and blend in with the rest.

She'd shaken her head and dismissed him with a sigh. Well, whatever it was she was planning on wearing, she better be ready soon. His Master wasn't one to randomly suggest a night out on the town, and he did not want to blow the whole night waiting for a proper wardrobe.

"Where's Amidala?" Obi-Wan asked. He was just ready to answer, when she came rushing in. Sure enough, she decided to go with the tunic and robe of a Jedi, but her hair was sticking out wildly in all directions. "Problems?"

Amidala fixed them both with a glare. "Yes. I can't... my hair." She reached up, tugging at the damp strands. "I need you to braid it for me again, Ani."

Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow at his Padawan at that. "I didn't know you did hair, Anakin."

Anakin sat down on his bed, motioning for Amidala to sit on the floor between his legs. "There's little room for hair styling here at the Temple, Master. I used to braid my mother's hair, in case you're wondering." He quickly braided the bulk of Amidala's hair, leaving a small section free behind her ear. That he braided into a long, Padawan-looking braid.

Realizing what he was up to, she turned to look at him. "Trying to make me official, or what?"

"Well, the way I see it, most Jedi here don't know who you are. This will make it infinitely easier to blend you in with all the other Padawans. Wouldn't you agree, Master?"

Obi-Wan nodded. "That is a good idea, Anakin. Your first test will be tonight; we are meeting an old friend of mine and her Padawan for the night. I must remind you two to keep it discreet; most Padawans do not develop..."

"Sexual relationships?" Amidala offered, smiling.

Obi-Wan suddenly found the floor the most interesting thing in the room. "You could say that. Our cover is this: Master Gallia asked that I take you into my care while she is away."

Amidala nodded, checking out her 'Padawan braid' in the mirror. I look so convincing, she mused. "Well, lets go then, shall we?"

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Do a little dance, make a little love,
get down tonight...

...

A brilliantly pink and purple sunset had given way to an equally as pleasant evening. Traffic had slowed somewhat, granting the citizens of Coruscant a clear view of neighboring systems and stars. Somewhere, nestled deep in the myriad of planets, was Naboo. Amidala, taking one last look at the sky, entered the Republic Air Taxi behind Anakin. She missed home terribly, still. Perhaps tonight I can forget just a little bit.

She and Anakin had no clear idea where they were headed; Obi-Wan was remaining typically tight-lipped on the matter. She suspected that it was someplace that the Jedi did not frequent on a regular basis, but was not about to complain. Her only concern was someone recognizing her from an old holo-reel.

Her stomach did a little jump as the taxi cruised steadily towards their destination; she'd always hated that first moment in the air. "So who is this friend of yours we're meeting?" she asked Obi-Wan.

He smiled as images of Bant came to him. She had been his friend forever... "Her name is Bant, we grew up together in the Temple. Pretty, smart, and one of the best Knights out there today."

Amidala smiled, as did Anakin. "Does this," she motioned to her Jedi attire. "Mean that I have to call you Master?"

Oh. He hadn't thought about that. "I guess it does, Padawan...." He struggled to find a name that wouldn't immediately remind people of the Queen. "Padmé. Padawan Padmé, it has a nice ring to it, wouldn't you say?" She took in the dubious expressions of her companions with a frown. "What?"

Anakin laughed, shaking his head. "It's just strange to hear that name again, that's all." Padmé was the girl he fell in love with all those years ago... not the woman he just made love to in his bed for the... uh... third time. But they couldn't call her Padawan Amidala either.

"All of this is strange, Anakin. Then again, life is anything but dull around the two of you these days." Her quick-witted reply went unnoticed as the taxi dipped down below the upper levels of city into what she knew to be... the nasty part of town. "Tell me we're not spending the night with the dregs of society?" she knew that came out whiny, but...

A loud laugh erupted from Obi-Wan. "When did you become such a snot?" he teased, laughing even at the expression on her face.

"A snot?" She was incredulous.

"A snob, a... person who thinks they are better than anyone else-" Anakin chimed in.

"I KNOW WHAT A SNOT IS, THANK YOU." She shot back.

Ah, so the old Amidala is in there somewhere. Anakin, although much happier with the calm, polite version of Amidala that emerged once they were re-introduced, longed for the fiery attitude she'd first displayed. Maybe if I get her a little fired up.. "I promise to protect you, Your Highness." He held his hand to his heart, in mock sincerity.

She smiled, but it came out more like an evil smirk. "Keep it up, Anakin, and you'll be sleeping alone for a long time," she whispered, using all her power to send him an image of that afternoon's activities.

Before Anakin had time to process the image, the taxi was landing on a rusted, barely operational landing pad. Obi-Wan was on his feet at once. "Come on, the less time we spend out on the street, the better."

Amidala's eyes widened, and she felt Anakin's hand entwined into her own. "I've got a bad feeling about this, Anakin."

He pulled her close and captured her soft lips in a gentle kiss. "Just relax. We're going to be with two Jedi Masters, what's the worst that can happen?"

She didn't want to know, and judging from the loud, obnoxious music pouring out of the... whatever that was... she really didn't want to know. They approached the entrance, and were greeted by a Mon Calamarian woman and two Padawans. Must be Bant.

"Obi-Wan! It's been way too long, old man!" Bant gushed, gathering Obi-Wan into a hug.

"Watch who you're calling old, you're the same age as me." He stepped back, drinking in the sight of his friend, before introducing his two charges. "Bant, I would like you to meet my Padawan, Anakin, and Master Gallia's Padawan, Padmé."

Amidala took in the scene with all the regal qualities of a Queen, Anakin thought. "A pleasure to meet you. Obi-Wan spoke very highly of you."

"Oh, it's always a pleasure meeting friends of Obi-Wan. I just wonder how they can stand him!" Bant said, with mock seriousness. "Nice to meet you, Padmé, Anakin. This is my Padawan, Gaiya, and her friend, Padawan Hilos."

After introductions were finalized, Bant suggested they venture inside for a table. The place was wall-to-wall bodies; every species and color. If it wasn't so confining, Amidala would have thought it very intriguing. To her surprise, not a soul paid any attention to the now 6 Jedi seated at a table. Well, she really wasn't a Jedi, but they didn't know that.

A moment of silence passed over the table, before six glasses of greenish-brown frothy... something or other were placed before them. Obi-Wan didn't hesitate, and quickly drank down half of his. He wondered how Amidala would fare in this situation; he and Anakin were...versed in the area of alcohol consumption.

Visiting different people and adhering to their often outlandish customs can do that to a person. If he had to guess, he'd say Amidala had little more than an occasional glass of wine with dinner. Nothing like the stuff dwelling in the glass before her. He'd have to watch her intake...

"Bottoms up, Gaiya." Bant exclaimed, following Obi-Wan's lead. Gaiya and Anakin were next, followed closely by Hilos. Amidala was the only one left, and really didn't know how she was going to do it. It looked so.... nasty. Then again, she mused, maybe I am turning into a snot. Biting her lower lip nervously, she brought the glass to her mouth and took a long drink.....

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Amidala placed the glass back on the table and uncharacteristically wiped her mouth with the sleeve of her tunic. Anakin let out a nervous laugh, noticing that the glass was empty. "Good stuff?"

She smiled, motioning for the waitress. "Yeah, it tastes a lot better than it looks, actually." Which it did, fortunately. She had been hoping that she would not have to endure a whole night of drinking something awful.

Obi-Wan sent his apprentice a concerned thought. Keep an eye on her, Padawan. She's acting braver than she really is. Anakin nodded, they would have to be careful. Bant and Gaiya were watching Amidala with great interest, and he wondered how long it would take them to figure out the Queen's secret. He hoped they were polite enough to not say anything.

"So, Padmé, it must be exciting to me the Padawan of a Council member." Bant said, wondering why she had never heard about this girl before.

Amidala, trying to keep her wits about her after downing the ale, nodded in earnest. "It is terribly exciting, but to me, Master Gallia is just my Master. The Council plays a very little role in our relationship."

Anakin reached for her hand under the table. Spoken like a true Queen. Her reply seemed to satisfy Bant, for now. Taking a long look around him, Anakin noticed that the lights had dimmed significantly. What the? He looked curiously over at Obi-Wan, but his Master smiled mysteriously.

A giggling Twi'lek took the stage then, her silver and pink dress catching the light. "Welcome to Crazy in Coruscant's!" A cheer went up from the inebriated crowd. "Tonight, we are happy to welcome an old favorite of mine, Hyperspace!" She pointed to a smiling group of musicians behind her. More cheers. "Feel free to dance along, Coruscant! For the next hour, the drinks are on the house!" The crowd erupted in a near-deafening roar, and he smiled.

Gaiya and Hilos wasted no time, and were quickly out on the dance floor. He suddenly felt nervous; Dancing was not his strong suit. Amidala caught his eye though, and he reluctantly asked her to dance. She said yes, and practically dragged him out there.

Obi-Wan watched the four padawans for a moment, before turning to Bant. "So, what have you been up to, my friend?"

She smiled, finishing her second drink. "Too much work, not enough play, as I'm sure you'll concur."

He watched as the lights bounced over the walls, pulsating around them. "The Council actually ordered Anakin and me on a break, if you'll believe it."

She nodded, looking at Anakin and Amidala. "So, what's the story behind 'Padawan Padmé'? I get the feeling you're hiding something."

Obi-Wan lowered his head, he really hadn't expected her to catch on so quickly. "I will tell you, as long as you promise to keep it between us. Nobody can know this, Bant. I'm serious."

She nodded, moving closer to him. "You have my word as a Jedi."

Had it been anyone else, he would have never trusted them; But this was Bant. "Padmé Naberrie is really Queen Amidala of the Naboo. She is caught right now in the midst of turmoil on her planet... again, and the Council has agreed to help her."

Now it all made sense. Sort of. "But why the Jedi disguise? Come to think of it, I did pick up on a definite force-sense from her."

"True, she will be learning from Master Gallia in the near future. She is a lot braver than I would be, I'll give her that." He smiled at the sight of Anakin trying to dance; What a comedy.

Bant placed a hand over Obi-Wan's. "You always did have a big heart, Obi-Wan. I promise to tell no one, but you keep a good watch on that girl."

He nodded, ordering another drink.

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Anakin pulled the now slightly-tipsy form of Amidala closer to him. She swayed, dancing along with the music. She did not appear to be drunk, more like... a really excited state. Her brown eyes sparkled with mischief as she leaned closer to him, placing a soft kiss on his neck. He whipped her around, so as to not arouse the suspicions of Gaiya and Hilos, who were lurking about.

Well, he pulled her away as not not arouse something; that much he was sure of. With a chuckle to himself, he quickly scanned the growing crowds for Obi-Wan and Bant. Master?

Obi-Wan's response came back quickly, but he wondered about the definite downbeat in his voice. Keep a close eye on Amidala. I fear that she may be in danger soon.

Sith! Oh, she's not getting away from me now, Master. He felt Obi-Wan's smile through the bond, but held his love closer just in case. He'd die before he'd let something happen to her, and Obi-Wan knew this. Come to think of it, Obi-Wan would do the same, if need be.

.

Obi-Wan looked expectantly at Bant who had just returned from the fresher. She handed him another glass, and made her way back up onto her seat. "Could be all these people, but I picked up on something awful back there." She said, her voice low and serious.

He nodded, taking a sip of his ale. He really should not even be drinking now, he knew, but time would tell what this trouble was. And he would be prepared. "No, I felt it too. Anakin said he would keep an eye on Padmé, but he couldn't speak for Gaiya and Hilos."

Bant's face grew pale, and she reached for Obi-Wan's hand. "There it is again. We have to get out of here... now." She was out of her seat and into the crowd before Obi-Wan could argue the point.

.

Amidala was dancing, just inside his arms, when she was suddenly, and nearly violently ripped from his embrace by a group of seven young men. He called out to his Master through the bond, running after them. He saw Amidala fighting back, heard her declare herself a Jedi, and it nearly broke his heart. She was so brave. He caught sight of them near the door and thought for a moment about using his lightsaber.

Too risky, Padawan. You could end up injuring innocents nearby. Came Obi-Wan's almost instant reply. Argh! It was just so maddening. What kind of Jedi was he to let them just rip her from his arms like that? Had he not been paying attention? No! There is no time for this. I will find her. And with that, he set out the door.

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Bant had Gaiya and Hilos with her when Obi-Wan caught up to her. "What happened?"

Obi-Wan recanted the events as they played in his mind, through Anakin's eyes. Gaiya looked stricken. "Well, they cannot very well hide from 5 Jedi!" She was jumping up and down, ready to go. Bant placed a hand on the girl's shoulder. "You and Hilos head out that way, we are going to follow Anakin. May the Force be with us."

Obi-Wan could tell that Anakin was close, only because he felt his Padawan's often untapped anger bubbling just below the surface. It was one of Anakin's downfalls. He would have to be quick to his Padawan's side.

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Amidala, nearly hoarse from screaming out, decided to try another approach. The thugs holding her seemed to be focused only on one thing, and she suspected that they did not know her true identity. She also figured the did not know about the one thing resting inside her robe. The one thing even Anakin and Obi-Wan did not know of.

Shortly before joining Anakin and Obi-Wan, she had been met inside her quarters by Masters Yoda, Windu and Gallia. They had felt it better she be prepared to defend herself, if need be. She had refused, at first, stating that she was well versed in the defensive arts. Yeah, lot a good that did you.

Master Gallia had taken her hand and placed in it a silver-gilded lightsaber. The blade glowed warm and blue-green in the darkness of the room, and she stared at it for a moment in wonder. Almost on instinct, she reached her thumb up to the switch and deactivated it.

Now, with the weapon so close, she was afraid to use it. What if they didn't relent? What if she actually had to hurt them with it? She concentrated then, using all her strength to reach into the mind of the one holding her. She placed into his mind, the image of him letting her down, and then walking away. Use the Force, Padawan! She heard Obi-Wan's calm voice in the back of her mind, and it gave her just the push she needed.

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Anakin, now within about 50 yards, molded himself to the side of a seedy looking shack when he saw the men stop. They placed Amidala on the ground, but hovered close to her. He could only imagine what they had planned, but could not think about that now. He took a few deep breaths to try and push down his fears. He could already feel his fear turning into anger, and that would get him nowhere.

Behind him, he felt the presence of his Master growing closer. Good, he wasn't going to believe this...

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Obi-Wan and Bant raced around corners and through darkened alleyways, each step bringing them closer to Anakin and Amidala. Bant had spoken briefly to Gaiya and instructed her to head back the opposite way, towards them. They had just rounded the corner where Anakin stood, when he heard Anakin's scream.

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Amidala, all five foot three of her, stood tall. She appeared to be acquiescing, her eyes were closed and her breathing normal, but that was far from the truth. As her tormentors soon found out. In a heartbeat, she had her saber out and activated. The smaller two men backed away, clearly impressed. Some laughed, only one stepped closer.

"Don't make me hurt you." She warned, swinging the blade around in a clean arc.

"C'mon, she's Jedi. We don't need that kind of trouble." One shouted, looking around nervously.

The one closest to her waved him off. "No, I don't think she's got it in her to hurt me. Isn't that right, sweetheart?"

She could feel his fetid breath in her face, and forced down the bile. Anakin! I need you! She remained still, her face glowing blue-green in the shadows. "I wouldn't count on it." She ground out, using her most royal sounding voice.

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Obi-Wan could not believe his eyes. "Where did she get that, Padawan? Certainly you-"

Anakin shook his head. "Not me, Master. If I had to guess, I'd say the Council. They would not have wanted her to go unprepared." Unlike us.

Obi-Wan figured there would be time for self-doubts later. Right now they needed to assist a frightened Queen wielding a deadly weapon. "Anakin, you and Bant go on ahead. I will wait for Gaiya and Hilos."

"Yes, Master."

.

Anakin was the first to arrive, and this clearly disconcerted the gang still crowded around. "Problem here, gentlemen?" He walked behind Amidala and stood his ground. Bant was next, although she was
certainly less cordial than he.

"Unless you boys plan on spending the evening locked up inside the Jedi Temple holding cells, you will walk away this instant." The tone of her voice, along with the words she spoke, resulted in the dispersement of more than a few of the men. Only the foolish remained, she thought to herself.

"Shut your face, old maid." The tall one said, producing a blaster and getting off a couple shots.

Amidala reacted instantly, blocking the shots with her lightsaber. Anakin sent her words of encouragement, but she really was doing well on her own. Bant was unharmed, that's all that mattered. From the corner of his eye, he saw Obi-Wan approaching with Gaiya and Hilos in tow. His Master's saber was ignited as well, as he stepped quietly over to them. "You don't really intend to take on a group of six Jedi do you?"

Anakin fought the urge to laugh; Obi-Wan had a way of making people feel as small as a womp rat when he wanted to. Something to the right of them caught his attention though. A group of scantily clad young men & women exited the building behind them, stopping short when they saw the commotion.

Ignoring this, Gaiya stepped forward, the blade of her saber ignited. Bant tried to reach out to her, but she was determined. "We are the guardians of peace. Chosen to keep the Galaxy a safe place for those who inhabit it. You, sir, are giving Coruscant a bad name, and we have no choice but to take you into custody-"

"Like hell!" He barked, pushing Amidala towards them, and taking one of the young women behind him as hostage. "Any one of you comes near me, stripper girl here ceases to exist." His words were slurred now, and Gaiya threw up her hands in frustration.

Amidala was just glad beyond belief to be free of the whole area. She was scared, and didn't hide this fact from those around her. Gaiya took her hand and gave it a squeeze. "You did good. Now, let's get rid of this scum once and for all." Amidala nodded, the fire inside her ignited once again.

She felt the Force, well, she assumed that's what it was, flowing around them. Obi-Wan took a deep breath, and brought his hand up. "You will let her go." With a quick wave of said hand, tall-drunken man obeyed. Bant grabbed a hold of the young woman, placing her safely back with her friends. She was crying, but otherwise OK.

Amidala, Anakin, Gaiya and Hilos stood with the group, making sure nothing else happened. They were the innocents here, no matter what they had been doing inside to prove otherwise. Anakin guessed that they were strippers, but could not be absolutely certain. It mattered little, the Jedi were to protect anyone, no matter what.

Hilos, who had been somewhat shy all night, whispered to him. "I've only been a Padawan for a month! Never did I expect anything like this!"

Anakin looked at him with a grin. He did look awfully young, come to think of it. "It's over now, Master Obi-wan will have them gone soon."

And he did. Anakin couldn't help but be in total awe of the man who he called Master. Always calm, always ready to help. He had prided himself in trying his best to be just like him... and he was getting close. "This is why the Jedi do not venture this far South, Master?" He joked.

Obi-Wan seemed distracted but smiled anyway. "Correct you are in that assumption, Anakin. Now, whose for heading back to the Temple?"

Bant wearily raised her hand, but the Padawan's weren't quite ready to head back. "Allow me a minute to catch my breath, Master?" Amidala requested, sitting back against the cool brick of the building. Strip Club. Whatever.

Obi-Wan nodded, he hadn't expected any less from his two charges. And Hilos, he looked to be having the time of his life! "One standard hour, that's all."

Anakin heard Bant's groan, and sympathized. Deep down, he wished to be going now as well. But... the prospect of another hour didn't sound too awful, either. Who knew when the next chance to be out like this would come around again? "You have my word, Master."

"Padawan Naberrie, may I speak with you?" Obi-Wan asked, feeling slightly goofy calling her that to her face. She nodded, and they walked around the side of the building. "May I ask who gave you that?" He pointed to the lightsaber, now plainly resting on her belt.

She smiled shyly. "Master Gallia presented it to me, accompanied by Masters Yoda and Windu." She felt as if she were ratting out good friends.

"I'm not upset with you, I just wish you would have had some time practicing with it. Anyone can hold a lightsaber, but you must be trained to use one." This was all too bizzare for him. The Queen of Naboo in a dark alley being lectured on how to use a lightsaber? It's no wonder
I've started to go gray.

Amidala ducked her head, staring at the dirty pavement under her feet. "Trained or not, I was able to defend myself until help arrived. Had it not been for the lightsaber, I fear I would have fared far worse."

He couldn't dispute that. "You have me there, Padmé. Now, go on back to your friends. Bant and I will be across the street, just to keep an eye out on you."

"Thank you, Obi-Wan. You are a good friend." She gave him a hug and went back to join Anakin and the others. She was greeted by a round of applause and a sweet kiss on the cheek from Anakin. To Gaiya and Hilos, it appeared entirely innocent; But they did not hear the words whispered into her ear.

"Care to go one on one later, Padawan?" She was sure she blushed, but quickly recovered.

They walked back towards the group of well... strippers, and stopped. "I'm sorry you had to be a part of that-" Amidala began.

"No, I owe you my life! Please, come inside. There is another show starting soon!" She pointed towards the club.

"Oh, we... can't, really." Gaiya mumbled. Truth was, she wanted to see what lay behind those doors.

"Nonsense! It's on us, so come on. Oh, and invite your friends too, it'll be quite a show, I promise you." The girl was wearing more makeup than clothes.

Hilos elbowed Anakin in the ribs. "We have to go! Come on!" Anakin found himself laughing at the boy's enthusiasm. He would never admit to Amidala that he, too, wished to see the show. She would surely kill him with that new lightsaber of hers.

Amidala, it turned out, moved in an entirely different direction than he'd suspected. Waving over Obi-Wan and Bant, she quickly accepted the offer for all of them.

The night had just begun, it seemed.

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The burly Corellian guard posted at the door stiffened immediately upon seeing the group of six Jedi enter. Cholee, the girl who'd made the invite, waved them on in. "They are with me, Ty." The man shrugged, relaxing ever so slightly.

Anakin could feel the inner workings of Obi-Wan's mind kicking into hyperspeed. This was certainly not the kind of place one pictured a Jedi in; And a gaggle of them to boot! The atmosphere inside was a kick to the senses, and he tried his best to take it all in. Dark reds and violets draped the walls, while the scent of a Galaxy-wide aray of wildflowers filled the room.

Yet, despite the oppulent decor, dozens of scantily clad men and women writhed on the stage before them. Hilos was like a man without water after forty days on Tatooine; talking to everyone and getting as close as he humanly could to the stage. It was comical, really.

"So, Padawan. First time in months I take you out and this is where we end up? I must say, I am impressed-" Obi-Wan paused, taking notice of Amidala and Gaiya who had gravitated to the stage. "Looks like the Queen has some new... friends."

"I'd have a really witty comment for you, if you weren't my Master." Anakin teased, waving over what he assumed was the waiter. Waitress.... it was... hard to tell.

"And what can I get you young strapping men this fine evening." The waiter/waitress leaned over, squeezing Obi-Wan's arm.

Uh, definitely waiter. Anakin fought the urge to laugh and ordered 2 low-alcohol drinks for the ladies, and more ale for he and Obi-Wan. Hilos was a bit young to be drinking... more. The waiter skipped off, leaving a trail of sparkly pink glitter in his wake.

"Looks like you have a new... friend, Master."

"Touché, Anakin. You really should keep an eye on.... hey, where did they go?" He stood, seeing Bant approach with Hilos, but no sign of Gaiya and Amidala. Wonderous.

Anakin groaned. Why couldn't we have just gone home? Now he had to Jedi-sit two very attractive women in a room full of men. "Stay here, I'll go find 'em." He mumbled, smiling briefly at the waiter as they passed and grabbing his drink. He cautiously approached the stage, pushing until he reached the front.

The girls were, naturally, not there, so he took a seat. Ami, where the Sith are you? He could feel that she was near, but he couldn't see her. Right in front of your face, Jedi. She shot back, and he felt the laughter in her voice.

Blast! He did not want to look around the room like a fool, so he used his Force sense to scan the room for her presence. It was a trick she hadn't learned yet.

She was right in front of him, that little snot! It didn't make spotting her out of a crowd any easier, however. Sith! Before he could get a good look, a sickeningly spunky girl draped herself over onto his lap. "Hey, handsome. Looking for a little..." She trailed off, tugging lightly on his braid.

He instantly felt repulsed, but wondered how much of that had to do with Amidala. If he were here and they weren't a couple. No, it was best not to go there. "No, I'm looking for my girlfriend, actually. Have you seen her? Short, dressed like... me, like a Jedi?"

The girl shook her hair, and her blond curls spilled over onto her shoulders. Phhthh! And into his mouth. "Oh, yeah. I saw her. Are you sure she's with you?"

Ok, now what was THAT supposed to mean? "Positive, why?"

She smiled, pointing to the stage. "'Cause she just got chosen to dance. Management's pretty tough on the ones who refuse. Very few do, really."

Is that so? "Well, it has to be a misunderstanding. She's a Jedi." That sounded lame even to his ears. Smeg.

"Oh, what? Jedi can't dance?" She challenged, standing up. At least she was off his lap.

"We can dance, I assure you. In fact," He paused, looking back over at Obi-Wan. It was his fault...all of this. "A friend of mine could use some... cheering up. Think you can handle that? He's the brooding one back there. Dressed like a Jedi, you can't miss him. Name's Obi-Wan." I am so dead.

The girl extended her hand. "Henelor'e, and I would be happy to help you...?"

"Anakin." He shook her hand and sent her on her way. Surely Obi-Wan wouldn't punish him too severely. Right? Now, back to his OTHER problem. Amidala. Dancing. Naked?

SITH! This could not be happening. She had a great body, no argument there, but it was NOT FOR PUBLIC DISPLAY. Another thing, she seemed a little too happy about all this. What was up? Amidala, what the SITH ARE YOU DOING?

A pause, then Anakin, relax, please. This is just for fun-

FUN?! Parading around in front of strangers with NO CLOTHES ON is fun for you? Okay, he hadn't meant that to sound so...mean. No, wait, yes he DID. Before she had a chance to reply, the lights went down, and the music began again. A low, haunting rhythm pounded free from the speakers, and he was mesmerized. A lone figure was onstage, cloaked within a mass of violet and fuschia veils.

Amidala.

She twisted and turned in time with the music, her veils keeping everything covered. For the most part. He was pulled to the stage almost by the force itself, caught in the sight of her. A hush fell upon the crowd, as this was no ordinary dance. Be good, and you get one in private later. He smiled at her sense of humor, and she winked. A lucky man might think that she was aiming for him, but Anakin knew. Despite her actions up there, she was all his.

You're beautiful, Amidala. She truly was. She lowered one veil, allowing a small section of skin to peek out, and twirled around with the pounding beat. His breath caught in his throat, and all blood traveled... south. You're going to need to get me out of here, once this is over, Anakin. I'm suddenly very....VERY tired.

The soft moaning quality in her voice was not lost on him. Nope. Not AT all. Oh, so am I, babe. He saw her smile at the endearment; He'd never called her 'babe' before. And as the music ended, his mind came back to him in a whirl.

Obi-Wan was fending off Henelor'e, Bant was prying a glass of ale from Hilos's hands, Gaiya was lip-locked to some... thing. And he had to laugh... this could only happen to them.

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Obi-Wan spent little time catching up with his Padawan. Grabbing him by the back of the neck, which is not an easy task considering Anakin's height, he pulled him down into a seat. "I'd appreciate it if you would refrain from sending strippers to give me a lapdance, Anakin."

Before he could reply, Gaiya and Bant approached, each wearing a secret smile. "Oh, come on, Obi. It looked like you were having fun." Bant teased, ruffling his hair. Anakin had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. He watched as his Master blushed a fierce shade of red and shook his head. "I'm appalled at what young women are forced to do at such a young age." He replied.

Bant smiled, taking his hand. "Always so noble. But... I really don't think that anyone had to force her into it. At least, not with you."

Anakin made eye contact with Gaiya at this point. Our cue to leave. Let's find Amidala. She nodded and they departed without so much as a word from their Masters.

"What is going on with those two?" Gaiya asked, shaking her head.

Anakin wished he knew. It seemed the more women threw themselves at him, the more reclusive he became. Take Bant for instance. She's nice, pretty... for her species, and a good friend. Why couldn't his Master open up a bit and have some fun? "I don't know, Gaiya. Between you and me, I'd say they both need some."

Gaiya nodded. "Love is in the air, Anakin. I think... I think that Hilos has a crush on me, but he's so young!" She looked over his head to where Hilos was waiting for them.

Anakin knew all about age differences. While he didn't think Gaiya was much older than Hilos, even a few years made a difference to some people. Well, except for his relationship with Amidala. "How old is Hilos?"

"Um, I'd say around 14. I'm only 17, but still. Do you think that's much of a difference?" She was looking at him so expectantly, he didn't know what to say. The truth would be nice.

"No, actually, Am-uh-Padmé is five years older than me, and we seem to be doing fine."

She smiled. "I knew it! Bant waved me off, saying that I was imagining it! So, do you get ragged on a lot in the Temple?"

"No, can't say we do. We keep mostly to ourselves, and Obi-Wan respects that." Well, not the whole truth, but close. "I've known Padmé since I was a little kid, um, she was around 14 when we met, and I was..."

Gaiya giggled, feeling better after his revelation. "Nine?" She offered, smiling at his blush.

"Yeah, around that. Of course, at that age, I still thought girls were icky." Icky? Did I just say that?

She nodded. "Of course. So, where is our little stripper, anyway?"

Anakin sighed, looking towards the stage. "She should be out here anytime now, I just hope she doesn't get talked into a repeat performance. We really should be getting back to the Temple soon-"

"I couldn't have said it better myself, Anakin." Amidala, dressed again in her Jedi best, whispered in his ear. She knew that she was teasing him, but the blush on his cheeks was too cute to pass up.

"I guess I'll catch you guys in a minute," Gaiya said, making her exit. Anakin waved at her distractedly, focusing only on the woman in his arms. "You were absolutely hot up there!" He whispered back, kissing the soft spot on her where neck met shoulder. She shivered in his arms and broke away. "Mmm, let's save this for a more private place? We really are supposed to be keeping up appearances here, you know."

Right. "I think that the gig is up by now. Gaiya knows, I'm certain Bant knows. That leaves poor Hilos, and he only has eyes for Gaiya."

"What the sith are you talking about? How does Gaiya know? And how do you know Gaiya and Hilos are... well, whatever?" She was aware that a few people around her were staring, but she didn't care at this point.

"Gaiya only knows that you and I are together. And as far as Hilos, she asked me for advice. Hilos is three years younger than she is, and I told her if it worked for us, she should give the kid a shot. Happy now, Your Majesty?" He kissed her quickly on the nose. The music around them began again, changing to a more energetic beat. He held her close to him, so close that her heartbeat rested right below his. She was tiny enough to fit under his chin!

When he thought about it, he wondered how in sith she was dealing with all that had been placed on her plate. She was in a strange place, pretending to be something she was not in order to stay alive. He was equipped to handle it; She wasn't.

Quit talking about me like I'm not here, you. She chided him, tugging on his braid. "Can we please get out of here? The smoke is making my eyes water."

"Do I still get my private dance later?" He reached inside her tunic, running his hand up the smooth skin of her back.

"If you keep doing that, you can have whatever you want, Jedi." She pulled him towards the doors, seeing the rest of their little party already outside. The shuttle was waiting as well, and she swore that she hadn't seen such a welcome sight. Ever since she slept with Anakin, thinking about it drove her mad. She recalled some good times she shared with her Handmaidens; Sabé had told her that sex was addictive.

She'd brushed it off then, vowing to never let something like that happen to her. One long night in bed with a six-foot two inch blond with his tanned skin and blue eyes, and she was a goner. Smiling in anticipation of the nights 'activities', she boarded the shuttle.

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The ride back to the Temple was uneventful, especially considering the night's events, and Obi-Wan found himself enjoying the peace. Anakin and Amidala were being unusually clingy, as were Gaiya and Hilos, while he and Bant found themselves sharing uncomfortable glances every now and again.

Why he felt this way around Bant of all people, he couldn't say. She had been his friend for longer than he could recall, and this type of situation had never presented itself. He thought maybe it had something to do with all of the alcohol running merrily through their blood. *I haven't been this drunk in a while* he thought to himself.

"This is silly, Obi-Wan." Bant mused, shaking him from his reverie. He looked up with a smile. "Yes, I'm afraid it is. Two Jedi Masters getting tipsy with their Padawans is a bit silly."

She sighed, unfolding her long legs in front of her. "Did you ever think that we'd be the old, crotchety Masters we made fun of? I know I didn't."

"Well, I'll agree with you on the old part, but I am not crotchety." He said, with mock seriousness.

Anakin, overhearing that last part, laughed. "Oh, you can be that way at times, Master," He added. "It's stuff like this that will keep you young. Both of you."

Bant shook her head. "If being young means trying to keep up with the likes of the four of you, consider me over the hill." She rubbed her temples for emphasis. She was going to have a mother of a hangover in the morning, that much was certain.

They all shared a laugh and prepared for landing back on Temple grounds. Drunkeness wasn't a folly Jedi participated in, so they would have to be especially quiet on their way back in. "Anakin, take Amidala up through the North Entrance. Shall I expect you tomorrow morning?"

Anakin felt a massive blush take over his face. *Ah, jeez* "Um, yeah. I mean, yes, Master." He quickly grabbed 'Padawan Padmé's' hand and headed for the NE.

Obi-Wan was still smiling when Bant approached. "You know, the Council will have your head if they catch those two alone together." She took his hands in her own.

Yes, this much he *did* know. "They would object on grounds that she's disrupting his training," He took a deep breath, softening his voice. "Which, in actuality, the opposite is true. Anakin has been a perfect student as of late."

"Just be careful, you. I don't want to hear about Obi-Wan Kenobi and his horny Padawan being booted from the Temple." She squeezed his hands, before letting go.

He smiled. "Not likely. And speaking of horny Padawans, you might want to check on Hilos and Gaiya....."

Bant punched him lightly on the arm before gathering him into a tight hug. "Thank you for a rather... entertaining night out. I'll drop in for a visit before shipping out again."

He tightened his arms around her. "Anyone ever tell you that you drink like a fish?"

She pushed him away, shaking her head. "Okay, I don't know *how* you mustered up the brain power for that one."

"But?"

"But, seeing as how *I am a fish*, I'll let the comment slide, Mr. smarty arse." Her arms were crossed against her chest, in a classic defensive stance.

"Tell you what. Why don't we meet in the training room tomorrow afternoon? I would like Padmé to acquire some lightsaber training, and you can get me back for that last comment." Bant had always been the hardest on him in saber practice when they were young, and he needed a good workout.

"Oooh, my kind of torture! Yeah, let's meet, *Master* Kenobi. Gaiya has classes all morning, but we'll be there soon afterwards. You better go get some rest, you're gonna need it." Standing up on tiptoe, she kissed him lightly on the cheek before walking towards the South entrance.

Standing alone now, he could say he was honestly glad he and Bant never ventured into anything more than friendship. Looking up at the tall Temple looming before him, he went inside for some much-needed rest. He was certain Bant was going to kick his arse tomorrow.

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The Temple halls were dark and deserted as Anakin led his lady love through them. He was eager to not draw attention, as rumors in the Temple spread faster than bantha-pox in the créche. He was glad that the Council had set up Amidala in her own apartment; Usually a Padawan was not allowed to stay without a Master. He wondered if things would change once she was training with Master Galia.

Amidala was quiet on his arm, and he stopped as they turned a corner. "Having second thoughts?" He whispered, pushing her roughly into the wall behind.

Her breath caught and she grabbed a hold of his tunic. "And third and fourth. I must say, you certainly look better without this on." She reached up inside said tunic and ran her hands up the smooth skin of his back. He squirmed at her touch, smiling down at her. "That would have turned me on, but you know how ticklish I am." He turned the tables on her, tickling her sides and running away.

She chased him down the dark hallway, until he ducked behind a tall pillar. Not knowing which way to go, she stood in place. "Anakin, this is not funny." *Damn good time to be afraid of the dark* She thought with a frown. Her heart was pounding wildly beneath her tunic, and she took a few deep breaths to calm herself down. That all went to hell as a voice from behind her nearly scared her out of her Jedi-loving mind.

"Afraid you are, Padawan?"

Amidala spun around, clutching her chest. "Master Yoda! Yes, you scared me!"

The small Jedi nodded. "Powerful emotion, fear is. Lead to anger it will, if not conquered it is. Need to learn this, you do hmmm?" He walked closer to her, and she knelt out of respect.

"I'm sorry, this is all still new to me." The words sounded as lame out loud as they did in her mind, and she bowed her head.

Yoda's ears twitched. "Padawan Skywalker, out you may come. Help Padawan Naberrie with her fear of the dark, you shall." He reached out with his gimer stick and knocked Anakin across the knees.

Anakin knew better not to yelp, as he had the first time Yoda whacked him. Instead, he knelt on his sore knees and nodded. Oh, he would help her with her fear of the dark, all right. "Yes, Master Yoda. We were just-"

"Know where you were headed, I do. Old I may be, but stupid, I am not." He pounded his stick into the marble, startling them both.

Anakin could see Amidala biting back a laugh, and he fought to do the same. Not sure what to say, he kept silent and prayed she did the same.

"Careful you will be, hmmm? Need another initiate in the créche, we do not," He paused, looking from Anakin to Amidala. "Behave you will, or dine on my gruel for a week, you shall."

Amidala felt that surely she would die of embarrasment. Her eyes were as large as saucers, and she let out her breath in a loud rush. "We were just going, Master Yoda." She pulled Anakin to his feet, and they both bowed out of respect, and headed down towards her room.

They could still hear Yoda's laugh as they made their way inside.

Down the hall, Yoda met up with Obi-Wan. "Training she does need, Obi-Wan. Afraid she must not be."

Obi-Wan scratched at the stubble on his chin. "Yes, I plan to begin saber training with her tomorrow."

Yoda was quiet a moment, as they both walked through the darkened halls. "Funny it was to see the look on their faces."

Obi-Wan grinned. "That it was, Master. That it was, indeed."

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...
'Silk and satin, leather and lace.
Black panties with an angel's face.
I see magic in your eyes,
I hear magic in your sighs.'
...


The darkness of the hallway extended into Amidala's bedroom, as she and Anakin fell into a heap of giggles on the cool floor. "Imagine that, Master Yoda giving safe-sex lectures." She commented, resting her head against the rise and fall of his chest. Anakin smiled. "Nah, I smell a rat. I'll bet you Obi-Wan had something to do with it. He's always looking for new and unusual ways to torture me."

She propped herself up on one elbow. "You think? Well, in that case, we better make *certain* that he gets his tomorrow, wouldn't you say?" Surely there was *something* they could do to get him back. She looked down at Anakin. "You have that evil gleam in your eyes, tell me!"

"Evil gleam? Forget about Obi-Wan for tonight, I'm still waiting for my private dance, 'Padawan'." He looped his finger around her braid and gave it a tug.

She looked embarrassed, but recovered quickly. "Yes, Maaaster, whatever you say, Master." She inched closer to his face, and placed a soft kiss on the tip of his nose. "I, um, just want you to know that I, well, um, I've been taking Harro Root pills to, um, regulate myself, so we should have nothing to worry about." She looked away, a little shy now that he admitted to taking the widely-disputed birth control pills. Naboo was one of the only places in the Galaxy that even *had* birth control, so it was looked down upon.

Especially by Jedi.

They saw the pills as a threat to the ever-growing ranks of potential Jedi. Well, most of them did. The ones who were now the parents of unwanted children across the Galaxy were singing a whole different tune. She held her breath and waited for Anakin's response. He pulled her close to him, and placed a kiss on the top of her head. "Several of my friends here in the Temple wish now that they had been in support of the pills, I'm afraid," He commented, apparently picking up on her thoughts. "I've heard arguments from both sides, and I still believe that it is the woman's right to choose when, and if, she wants to bear a child. Right now, having a child would be a mistake, so I agree with your decision."

The breath that she had been holding came out in a whoosh. "Thank you, Anakin. It's important to me what you think, since this would, essentially, be your child too." She allowed herself the folly of a dream for a moment, and saw a small boy with blond hair and blue eyes smiling up at her. A small version of the man below her, to be sure. It would be wonderful, someday. Just...not now. "That's not to say, of course, that we can't... practice. And from what I can tell, you're *very* good at practicing things."

Her sudden change of topic brought a smile to his face. "I love the way your mind works, beautiful." They kissed then, bathed in the bright white lightning that had exploded outside the window. Distantly, he recalled overhearing a woman speak of rain when they were at the Cantina. A loud rattle of thunder seemed to shake the Temple right to the core, and they both jumped. "Sith! I hate the rain!" He being from Tatooine, where the rainy days could be counted with one hand, never fully adjusted to the rain and thunder of a storm.

Amidala, on the other hand, giggled. "Aw, don't tell me you're afraid of a little thunder shower?" She shook her head, and dragged him to his feet. "Come on, I'll show that there's nothing to be afraid of." Her voice was gentle, and he almost had to strain his ears to hear her. The window was slightly ajar, and warm rain sprinkled onto her windowsill. Dappled in the light coming from the ever-present stream of traffic cruising by, she opened the window all the way and stepped back. "Rain is our best friend, Anakin. Why Coruscant needs rain, I'll never know, but on Naboo rain is celebrated."

*I should have known that; I only studied Galactic Weather for two years.* He shook his head. "I know, but that doesn't mean I have to like it." He circled her waist with his arms, kissing the back of her neck. *Such a lovely distraction.*

She melted like candy left in the hot sun. "Mmm, C'mere, I'll have you loving the rain in no time." In a flash, she freed herself of the heavy Jedi garments, and went about disrobing him. *No pun intended*. Now only in her undergarments she slammed the window shut and advanced on him. "Forget about the thunder, focus only on the sound of my voice." She had taken on her regally-toned 'Queen' voice, the one that always made him do whatever-in-sith-hells she wanted him to do.

The heavy braid that had been holding her hair into place was the next to go. She shook her long, chocolate locks out, thankful for the freedom. She watched, with a smile on her face as he clammored onto the bed, stretching out atop the Temple-issued coverlet. Tan, naturally. The lightning and thunder continued, as wild rain spalltered against the windows. She wished for a moment that she was out there, taking it all in, but decided that she'd rather be *in here* taking all of Anakin in. *I am such a pervert*, she chided herself.

"So, are you going to make me forget about the rain, teacher?" He whispered into her ear as she joined him on the bed.

"Yes, now lie back." She ascended to her feet, careful to get tangled up inside the coverlet. Summoning the fragile hold she had on the force, she concentrated on the music player beside her bed. It took a moment, but then the room was filled with the music that she had been playing the last time she slept in here. *When was that, anyway?*

Brilliant white light exploded behind her, illuminating her to his eyes. She swayed in time with the music, pulling the coverlet from the bed, and nearly knocking him to the floor. He was afraid to blink, for fear that he would miss something.

'Abracadabra, I wanna reach out and grab ya'

*Couldn't have said it better myself* He sat up, intending to do just that, when she skipped out of his reach.

"Uh-uh, not yet. Patience, you must have." She teased, dropping her Temple-issued bra onto the bed and turning away. He picked it up, twirling it around his index finger. *She's killing me here!*

Amidala, suddenly shy, took a deep breath and went with the beat of the music. It was something that the girl in the apartment next to her had sent over. She have to definitely thank her in the morning. Anakin was behaving, for the most part. But she could see that she was driving him insane. *Good*

"Who knew you were such a tease...." He shook his head, making like he was going to lie back down, but grabbed her ankle instead. She tumbled to the bed with a squeal.

'Kiss me baby, let the fire get higher'

"No longer behave, can I." He said before kissing her with all the urgency he felt. Thunder shook the room, but he couldn't tell if it was from the rain, or the storm inside his arms. She was hot from her little 'performance', and her hair had curled around her face. She was stunning.

Pushing away to get a breath, she pressed the play button again, starting the song from the beginning. "Everytime you call my name, I heat up like a burning flame," She purred, wiping the slight sheen of sweat from his forehead. He groaned in response, running his hands down the smoothness of her back.

"Padddddmé."

She giggled, it really did sound funny. "You sound like I'm torturing you!"

He was incredulous. "You are! Now, get over here!"

Unheaded by the storm and heat, they kissed, touched, cuddled, and explored every bit of each other.

She called it making love, he called it heaven.

They had made love many times now, yet each time was different. Each time they grew closer, each time they discovered something that had gone unnoticed. Tonight they discovered what a little alcohol and a strip-tease could do.

As the storm called, both outside and in, she rested inside his arms. Things were changing now. One day, she knew, morning would arrive with news from Naboo. Bad news. Awful news. She was hiding here, away from the confusion and lies; But she could not hide forever. The Jedi were reluctant to allow her to return right now, untrained and volatile as she was, and she agreed. "I feel so safe here, Anakin. I don't ever want to leave."

The words, spoken with such sadness, broke his heart. He took her hand in his, kissing each fingertip. "I would like nothing more than to keep you here forever, but we both know that that cannot be. When you're strong enough to fight back, we will do it together, that I promise you." His voice was so tender, so loving. She smiled up at him, tears in her eyes.

"You know, I thank the force everyday for having the chance to go to Tatooine and meet you. I couldn't imagine my life without you in it."

He chuckled, thinking back to the two days that changed all their lives. "I'd still be tinkering with whatever I could get my hands on, and you'd be chasing some other cute young thing. I know it."

"Cute young thing? Is that what you think yourself to be, Mr. Modesty?" She punched him in the arm, already hearing the call of the sandman. "You make me sound like some old maid!"

"Yeah, but your *my* old maid. Now get some sleep, I have a feeling Obi-Wan and Bant are going to kick our arse's tomorrow. Besides, we have to think up a punishment for my illustrious Master..." His words were slurred with sleep, and he pulled the light sheet over their bodies. He could still hear her mumbling in her sleep, "I'll show you old maid, boy." He smiled and kissed her forehead.

It was good to be in love.

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After a morning's worth of boring classes, Amidala was actually looking forward to lightsaber training. As if anyone could look forward to getting their arse kicked, she mused. She was excited, the only time she'd ever used a saber was to scare the young punks outside of the strip club. Dueling with one would be another thing all together. She just hoped that Obi-Wan didn't pair her up with Anakin; He would go easy on her, and that's not what she wanted, or needed.

Her muscles were still sore from the night before, and a bright pink love-bite marred the skin just below her neckline. Thankfully, her tunic covered it; She could just hear Obi-Wan and Bant teasing her. Attaching her saber to her belt, she opened the apartment door.

Kyliene Waan, a Padawan around her age and the one who loaned her the music disc, was standing in the hall with her Master, Temmal Ryse. Neither of them knew her true identity, thankfully. To them, she was just another Padawan. With the thousands of Jedi here, it was easy to blend in. "Padmé! How are you?" Kyliene asked, smiling.

Amidala returned the gesture easily. "Great. I was just headed to the training room." She explained, knowing that it was already getting late. Kyliene nodded. "Well, then you can join us. Come on." She followed Master Ryse and Kyliene down to the turbolifts, thankfull she wouldn't have to wander around the Temple searching for the blasted room as she had for most of her classes that day.

About a dozen or so Padawans were already there, including a smirking Anakin. He bounded over to her, accompanied by Gaiya, Hilos and a tall boy she didn't recognize. "Hey! I was wondering where you were," He stepped back, pointing to the boy on his left. "This is Den-Alin Brent, my friend since I got here. Den, this is Padmé, Master Galia's Padawan."

I wish he would stop calling me that, I might actually start believing it. "Nice to meet you, Den-Alin."

Den shook his head, smiling. "Just Den, or Denny, please."

She was just about to respond, when Obi-Wan, Bant and Master Ryse walked in. She watched as the group of Padawans scattered, each sitting down and facing the front. She sat beside Anakin, who was still smirking at her. Wonder what put that smirk on his face? She had to laugh at herself for that one. Unable to contain her smile, she looked up to find Obi-Wan staring a whole through her. Sith!

"Padawan Naberrie, something to share?" Obi-Wan asked, as if he had never met her before. She was half tempted to respond as 'Queen Amidala', but caught herself. Oh, were they going to het him good. "No, Master Kenobi." She responded, ignoring Anakin's slight chuckle.

Obi-Wan nodded, turning his attention back to Bant. "All right, I know all of you have been doing this since you were young, and that's exactly what were are after today. Remember, one can never know everything about the Force, we are always learning. Today were are going back to the basics, in preparation for your basic lightsaber exams at the end of this term. We will begin in Master/Padawan pairs, and work our way up. Master Kenobi, if you will take over from here?" Bant stepped back, urging Obi-Wan forward.

He looked directly at Amidala and Anakin when he spoke. "First up, Master Bant and Padawan Skywalker, myself and Padawan Naberrie, Master Ryse and Padawan Jengel."

Amidala wondered just how much of this 'basic training' was for her benefit. The others, including Anakin couldn't care less, to them it was just another day, so she relaxed somewhat. Obi-Wan would be a tough first-time opponent, and she found herself a little nervous. Not sure what to do, but wanting to blend in, she observed Anakin and Bant before walking over to Obi-Wan.

Bowing like she had seen Anakin, she then ignited her blade. Turn the setting down to low, Padmé. Obi-Wan said, and she complied.

Thanks, the last thing I want to do is injure you.

He smiled. You and me both. "Turn off your mind, and reach out with your feelings." He said aloud, and brought his blade into contact with hers. The sound startled her, but she didn't show it. Turns out, reaching out with your feelings is harder to do than it sounds, she soon found out. She was able to block his first three moves, but caught the fourth right on her backside. Ow?

"Ow? Keep your focus, and you'll get rid of the ow," He moved into a fighting position then. Follow my lead, this is how you open.

She moved her feet and arms fluidly, to appear more natural. Like this?

Obi-Wan nodded. "Good. Now, up, down, right, up, down." He whispered the commands, and urged her to follow along.

Before long, she was dizzy; But she had improved. They even progressed far enough to add a turn on at the end. Breathless and sweaty, with more than a few minor burns, she sank to her rear on the mat after bowing again to Obi-Wan. "It will get easier." He added, patting her on the back.

"Anakin is really good." She commented, observing Anakin and Bant dueling. They moved at lightspeed, while she moved at SLOW.

"He's a natural, always has been. Think you can handle it?"

Amidala shook her head. "Are you sure he won't go easy on me?"

Obi-Wan considered this for a minute. "I didn't, not at the end there. Anakin's fighting style leaves little room for 'going easy', as I'm sure you'll discover." He rose to his feet then, and the remaining two pairs ended their matches.

Anakin was leaning forward, resting his hands on his knees. He was sweaty and strong and she wanted nothing more than to- Another thing we need to work on, Padmé: Shields! Obi-Wan smirked at her
and she blushed bright red.

Well noted, Master.

"On to the next set...." Obi-Wan's voice faded out as he walked to the other side of the room. Three more pairs were selected, and the dueling began. Anakin slumped down beside her, and they were soon joined by Gaiya and Kyliene. "You're going to need to see the healers for that, Padmé." Kyliene remarked, pointing to the bright red burn on her wrist.

She turned to Anakin, smiling. "I have a duel with this one coming up, I better wait until he's had his way with me." That did not come out the way I planned.

Anakin coughed, his eyes wide. "You do not want to see the healers, I swear they have it out for me."

Den, sitting nearby, laughed heartily at that. "That's only because he rewired most of their equipment on his last stay in there. They can't get an accurate blood typing, but the blood typing machine can now communicate in three million different languages."

Den rolled out of the way of Anakin's playful jab. "Hey, they got me back for that, didn't they? I was asleep for the next three days until Obi-Wan came and woke me up. I swear they drugged me." Anakin added, and the conviction in his voice made her giggle.

"Oh, I can see why," Amidala fixed him with a smile. "What did Obi-Wan do?"

"Oh, he made me rewire the machine, but not before getting in a good laugh at my ingenuity. I was only in there for a few days, and I had managed to turn the place on its ear."

Obi-Wan was again at the front of the arena, and they stopped to see who the next unlucky souls were. "Next, Padawan Naberrie and Padawan Skywalker, Master Bant and myself, Padawan Hilos and Padawan Waan. You may begin."

Amidala was caught with the giggles after Obi-Wan said 'Padawan Waan', but recovered to face Anakin. They bowed and she instantly went on the defensive. Up, down, right, up... she was doing okay, really. Anakin met her blow for blow, each pass become faster and stronger. She added the turn in and caught him off guard, scoring a small burn on his arm.

"Think you're tough now, little girl?" His eyes narrowed and he struck out at her. Before her conscious mind could react, she had already blocked the strike. She could feel the force then, tingling in the back of her mind. Breathing in, she focused on the movements of his blue blade. The pace quickened even more, and she felt her muscles protesting.

Gathering her remaining strength, she surged forward. Two can play at this game, Anakin.