Alright I am going to tell you right now some of the things in this
story are different than the movie. This story takes place right after
episode two and takes the place of episode three. Cyu is a completely made
up character…but I can't tell you anymore about him because it would ruin
the story. Padme and Anakin have been married but keep it a secret from
everyone.
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Awaking from her slumber, Padme lifted her head slowly to glance around the darkened room. She let out a yawn as her brown eyes adjusted to the deep darkness. Her hand moved with the rising and falling motion of Anakin's chest as he slept soundly. She smiled happily until she felt another arm wrap around her waist.
"Padme…" whispered a raspy voice in her ear as Padme's breath shorted. She knew that awful shaky voice from somewhere. She felt warm lips press her cheek as she turned to face the dark figure.
"Who are you? What do you want!" she cried as Anakin began to stir a bit in the covers. A light saber flashed on as a soft glow drifted over the bed. The figure held it directly above Padme's head.
"Be still dear, you'll wake poor Anakin. He must be exhausted after all the Jedi training he does." The figure replied drifting the light saber over the where Anakin slept.
Padme trembled as her body stiffened with fear. She couldn't move or hardly talk like she had been turned into a doll. "And I am sure your wondering who I am."
"Yes…" Padme managed to reply softly.
"Well I'll ask you this first, Anakin wasn't always your only love was he?"
"Anakin was the only man I loved and is still the only man I love" Padme cried as Anakin sat up in bed. He stretched out his arm; caught his light saber and clicked it on to find whoever Padme was talking to had fled the room.
"Padme you ok?" he asked clicking the light saber off.
"Yes I am fine." Padme answered placing her hand on her chest and letting out a sigh of relief. Her soft brown curls framed her now pale sweaty face and clung to the sweat like it was magnetized.
Anakin clicked his light saber off and turned to Padme, his blue eyes shone with comfort. He placed his hand gingerly on her shoulder and softly laid her head on his chest.
"Calm down Padme, you're breathing so hard. You know I won't let any harm come to you." Anakin whispered letting his fingertips entwine with her brown curls.
"I know" Padme said sighing lightly "But I can't help but feel jittery."
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Awaking from her slumber, Padme lifted her head slowly to glance around the darkened room. She let out a yawn as her brown eyes adjusted to the deep darkness. Her hand moved with the rising and falling motion of Anakin's chest as he slept soundly. She smiled happily until she felt another arm wrap around her waist.
"Padme…" whispered a raspy voice in her ear as Padme's breath shorted. She knew that awful shaky voice from somewhere. She felt warm lips press her cheek as she turned to face the dark figure.
"Who are you? What do you want!" she cried as Anakin began to stir a bit in the covers. A light saber flashed on as a soft glow drifted over the bed. The figure held it directly above Padme's head.
"Be still dear, you'll wake poor Anakin. He must be exhausted after all the Jedi training he does." The figure replied drifting the light saber over the where Anakin slept.
Padme trembled as her body stiffened with fear. She couldn't move or hardly talk like she had been turned into a doll. "And I am sure your wondering who I am."
"Yes…" Padme managed to reply softly.
"Well I'll ask you this first, Anakin wasn't always your only love was he?"
"Anakin was the only man I loved and is still the only man I love" Padme cried as Anakin sat up in bed. He stretched out his arm; caught his light saber and clicked it on to find whoever Padme was talking to had fled the room.
"Padme you ok?" he asked clicking the light saber off.
"Yes I am fine." Padme answered placing her hand on her chest and letting out a sigh of relief. Her soft brown curls framed her now pale sweaty face and clung to the sweat like it was magnetized.
Anakin clicked his light saber off and turned to Padme, his blue eyes shone with comfort. He placed his hand gingerly on her shoulder and softly laid her head on his chest.
"Calm down Padme, you're breathing so hard. You know I won't let any harm come to you." Anakin whispered letting his fingertips entwine with her brown curls.
"I know" Padme said sighing lightly "But I can't help but feel jittery."