Chapter 2 – She moves like a mystic
Disclaimer in part one
Why has he put you on a pedestal my lady?
The young padawan worships you like some alabaster goddess or mystic priestess of ancient times, not noticing you could be destroyed by the flame in his heart. The pureness of passion's flame is a fire worthy of being burnt alive in. Yet when that passion is fueled by anger's dark oil, one is destined to have the soul of a cinder – dark and wafer thin.
I would sacrifice my soul to the fires of your passion as I imagine us before an open fire at the royal palaces in the lake country on Naboo.
Just the simple luxury of being able to hold you and run my fingers through your hair while watching the glow of the fire provide golden accents to your skin makes my heart beat a little faster.
Soon the warmth of my touch is not enough for you. Turning, you burrow further into my embrace and start stroking my chest. Just this sense of warmth and closeness alone makes me a willing sacrifice on passion's altar.
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And when the fever takes a hold
next to you I can touch the fire
I feel the heat pumping in my veins
next to you I can touch the fire
I see myself going up in flames
next to you I can touch the fire
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Your hand starts to lightly trace the planes of my face, skimming gently over my lips and eyelashes. Your touch is bringing too much pleasure. Your tongue, which I have seen subdue the rowdiest of Senates with the utterance of a few well chosen words, begins to dance with mine in a kiss that comes from the most elemental place inside us all – the heart. Through this simple and intimate act, you have forged a path to my soul.
Ohhhhh . . .like a moth sacrificing itself in a candle's flame, I am yours.
Master Obi Wan's voice brings me back to the spaceport on Coruscant as you and the padawan prepare to return to Naboo. The Jedi Knight remarks that he is concerned for his apprentice yet I state my concern for you in case your independent nature takes over and you do something foolish.
Your bronze clad figure draws away from me as I watch you walk towards the transporter. The padawan's gaze seems possessive – almost too possessive. He looks at you like a bird of prey about to swoop down on its next victim. The young man might tell you it only reflects the depth of his feelings, but I fear for you.
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She moves like a mystic
like a priestess tall and pale
She lays down the mystery
all her secrets are unveiled
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If the assassination plot is not foiled my lady and I do not see you again, know that what I am feeling has always been there. No matter how much time passes, it only takes the sound of your voice to send a spark of passion filled adrenaline through my veins. So attuned am I to your unique spirit, it takes me a mere moment to find you in the overcrowded galactic senate chamber.
I have one wish for you my lady as you undertake this journey. That you will never forget yours and the padawan's separate destinies.
As for my destiny – it is you, my lady and you alone.
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A/N – The chapter title comes from the Icehouse song – "Touch the Fire". Thank you to Iva Davies for providing the inspiration for Padme's soundtrack.