The Rocker chair, chapter 6

                     The figure just stood in the door way, just watching the young Jedi sleep. Anakin, seemingly blissfully unaware, sighed softly and rolled over on to his side, and perhaps... just perhaps, a soft snore could be heard.

                     Emboldened, the figure took a tentative step towards the sleeping figure, and was met with the snap hiss of an ignited light saber at their throat.

                     Padmé fell back a step, shrieking and suddenly uttered a purely unladylike curse, causing Anakin to open his eyes as wide as they'd ever been. Disengaging the deadly blade, he dropped the saber to the floor and practically threw himself at her.

                    "Oh Force Beloved!" he cried, and began smothering her face with kisses. "Gods, I could have..."

                    "Oh Ani..." Padmé sobbed, burying her face into his chest. "I didn't mean to drive you away..."

                   Anakin pulled her in even closer. "Oh Padmé," he whispered softly into her ear. "Never, never, never think that..." he started to undo the fastenings on her coat. It was an oddly heavy coat for the season, and he figured that even in the chill of the flat she would be hot. He slipped his hands inside and to his surprise, they met bare flesh. Anakin pulled away and looked at Padmé, thoroughly puzzled.

                  Padmé smiled sweetly at him and began to finish undoing the buttons.

                 "I wanted to make my apologies to you... in person," she said huskily, and dropped the coat to the floor where it pooled around her ankles. The only thing that adorned her now was a pair of slip on shoes that were quickly and carelessly kicked aside. She took his hands into her own, holding the one to her breast and placing the other to her lips. She kissed his open palm, delighting in his reaction.

                "I'm sorry Ani..." she whispered, and then began to tease his finger tips over her lips suggestively."Can we kiss and make up?"

                Anakin only nodded dumbly at first and pulled her back down onto the bed, closer to himself. He finally found his voice, choked as it might have been. "Only good part of a fight," he murmured into her ear. "Making up... next time... skip the fight... go straight to this... "

               Padmé nodded, and began tracing kisses down the front of his body, undressing him as she went. Very quickly, Padmé realized that her plans for an apology were being very, very, well received indeed.

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