Hello again. Here's some more of my story. I hope you like it! I don't really think this story is that great, but I like it anyway. = P And I'm sorry about all the spelling errors. Sometimes the stupid spell check doesn't catch everything.

It may take me a while to get the other chapters up. I have marching band practice every day this week, and our first Bands of America regional is on Saturday! Go KMHS Band!!

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"Anakin?" Padmé asked after about an hour, "Would you like to go a little faster? 'Cause I do." She smiled.

They hadn't been riding for very long, but Anakin was beginning to get comfortable with Grace's stride.

"Faster?" Anakin looked up and Padmé nodded. "Sure, I guess."

"Okay, just press your heels into Grace's side a little harder until she's going the speed you want."

Anakin obeyed, bringing Grace to fast trot, Padmé doing the same.

"There's a clearing up here," Padmé said. "We can rest and get some food." she pointed to a bag behind her on Angel's back.

"Okay."

After a few minutes, the two reached the clearing Padmé had mentioned.

"You go ahead and get off," Padmé said, "I'm going to go over there and jump Angel for a minute."

Anakin nodded as Padmé led Angel to a section of the field where a tree had fallen, leaving a log on the ground.

Instead of eating the food she had left him, Anakin sat on the ground beside Grace, who was munching on some grass, and watched Padmé as she neared the log. Angel began to go faster when Padmé urged her, and the horse sailed over the tree, coming out in a fast gallop. Anakin stared in awe as Padmé went over again, and again, finally slowing Angel to a walk and jumping off.

"Wow," Anakin said.

Padmé smiled. "My sister and I would come out here to ride all the time," she explained. "Sola is a much better rider than I am."

"I can't imagine anyone better than you." Anakin smiled mischievously. Padmé felt her heart quicken and looked away, blushing.

"So," Anakin changed the subject, noticing Padmé's blush, "how much longer until we reach your secret spot?"

"Not much longer." she answered.

"Here," Anakin handed her a water bottle, "have something to drink."

Padmé took the water from Anakin's hand, her fingers brushing his. She looked away as this happened and drank the water he had given her.

When she looked up again, Anakin was gone. Padmé sighed, knowing that he was up to something. She put the top back on the water bottle and set it on the ground.

As soon as she did this, someone ran into her from behind. She knew who it was and screamed playfully. When Padmé hit the ground (Anakin had used the Force to slow their fall), Anakin rolled her over onto her back and began to tickle her sides mercilessly. Padmé howled with laughter.

She tried to say his name, but was laughing too hard to speak. Then Anakin stopped and let Padmé catch her breath. She opened her eyes and saw Anakin grinning. He hadn't moved and was still laying on top of her. He began to lean down, and Padmé thought -hoped- that he was going to kiss her. But then he stopped himself and rolled over to lay on the grass beside her.

Padmé looked over at Anakin, who was playing with a small yellow flower. Their sides were touching, and Padmé felt a shock race through her body.

"Anakin," he looked over at her and suddenly she was at a loss for words. They just stared at each other. And then he did kiss her, rolling back over so they could be closer. Padmé felt her heart flutter and reached her hand up and laid it on his shoulder. After a moment, though, Anakin pulled back and stood up. He held out his own hand to Padmé, helping her up.

"We should get going," he stated, his cheeks slightly flushed.

Padmé just nodded, wishing he hadn't pulled back. She knew she shouldn't be thinking like that, but she couldn't help herself. She had fallen in love. With a Jedi. With Anakin.