Speaking Through the Cracks

By aznJEDI13

Notes: This is something I wrote a long time ago and now I'm just re-writing various parts. I wrote this to avenge all those Ami/Obi fics. Not really, but they are beginning to irritate me. Honestly, however, I never wrote this to insult or offend any of those writers. I'm sure you write beautiful and fantastic stories. On the other hand, I have just felt that there hasn't been enough Anakin and Padme stories to go around. I am so SORRY!!!! I didn't mean to verbally abuse anyone!!!

Disclaimer: George Lucas owns everything in this story, Anakin, Padme, Obi-wan and other characters, settings, places, and things. The only thing I own is the plot line.

Speaking Through the Cracks

'…When you are with me, I'm free, I'm careless, I believe…'

I cannot breath. I cannot see. I cannot think. It hurts to comprehend. It hurts to understand. Then again, I do not want to know. I do not want to see. Deep down inside, however, I know that I will have to see, eventually.

But his arms, as they surround me, I do not want to think of anything else. And yet, in the back of my mind, my thoughts are plagued with questions and more questions. And as the tears burn my eyes, I can think of nothing but an explanation.

An explanation I must have.

The weeping of my body as it cries out to be loved is an overwhelming emotion. Though, the most power feeling of all is the need, the want to finally comprehend. It is an unyielding desire to finally know and understand. And, right now, I'm ready to roll over and accept fate for the first time. Because fate the same fate that had torn Anakin and I apart, has then brought us together once more. I love fate right now, right this very second.

Once the tears have dried from my eyes, they focus on the man before me. He is stunning, just as if I had seen him days ago, not years ago. His hand, quivering nervously and unsure, reached to cup my cheek ever so tenderly. His touch, the gentle touch of his robust, coarse hand, sore from using the handle of a light saber, electrified and intensified the already growing emotions in my body.

He spoke then with his voice full of depth and brawn, "Padme…"

It was then that I kissed him. Tenderly brushing my lips against his own in a way that I had longed to do for so longs. Ours lips met in a sweet, tender kiss that grew and intensified with the emotions that I had for so long thought had been locked away.

His lips, so gentle, so soft, the way that I remembered, the way that had been burned into my mind and had plagued my dreams for so long.

It was a kiss I hadn't felt in a long time. It was not a kiss, a brother-sister kiss, that which I had been use to and felt with Obi-wan for so long. No, it was a kiss of passion and of love. A kiss that I know I will cherish for years to come. It was a kiss with Anakin, the lover of my soul and the keeper of my heart.

He chose then to pull away and when I looked into his eyes they were full of tears. "You betrayed me…" He began.

Tears welled then in my own eyes as I saw the expression of pure pain on his beautiful face. I grabbed his hand then, the hand that had somehow fallen away from my face and pulled it toward me, but relentlessly he pulled it back.

"No," I wipe my eyes, screaming almost, wanting – no, needing him to believe me, "No, Ani, of course not!"

He tries to look away, but I grab his hand pulling it towards my chest. My heart pounds against my rib cage, in tandem with my nervous emotions. "Feel my heart," I wipe away tears that have fallen, "I told you once, Ani, and I will tell you again…" I look into his eyes for a split second, "My heart beats for you…and only you."

There was a moment then of pure uncertainty and silence before he smiled and whispered quietly, "Somehow I always knew that." And then he moved to push a strand of hair behind my hair, "I don't know why I ever doubted you."

He laughed and leaned forward to capture her lips in a passionate kiss. It was a tender and gentle kiss that I thoroughly enjoyed. I felt his hands come up to cup my cheeks and his touch ran through my skin. I closed my eyes, wanting to savor the moment forever.

But still, in the back of my mind, I was still plagued with the ever-growing need to have those answers, answers I know I will dread for a lifetime.

To be continued…

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