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Come Undone
Chapter 9
Anakin slowly made his way up to Padmé, who was sitting on the couch, a data pad on her lap. She was busily trying to sort through reams of information before her and it was starting to give her a headache. There were millions of clones that would have to have some sort of placement soon as the war was winding down and a thousands systems crying out for either retribution or restoration. At the moment, the whole mess seemed insurmountable and she hardly noticed it when Anakin sat beside her and started gently massaging her shoulders.
"Hard day beloved?" He asked, working his hands down her back, unsuccessfully trying to wrest the tension out of her body.
Padmé sighed and put the data pad down and she rolled her head around, relishing the attention. He seemed to know when and where the worse of the pain was, and she already began to feel a bit better.
"It was your son," she began and she laughed as he looked at her questioningly, eyebrows raised. "The way he was sitting today, nothing would really fit but this gown..." An outburst of laughter from Anakin interrupted her. "What is so FUNNY?" she demanded, almost throwing the data pad on to the table. Dormé has to find me more Senatorial gowns if we are to keep this a secret from the general assembly for much longer. It's so damn frustrating and all you can do is laugh like its some kind of JOKE?"
"But it IS funny Padmé," he chuckled, trying desperately to control his mirth. "When we are just holding each other, or talking about the future, it is 'our child'. When you are not feeling well or having a bad day it becomes 'my son'..." He fell back laughing harder than ever. Padmé, seeing the truth in his observations quickly joined in. She pushed him farther back down on to the couch, joining in his laughter as he pulled her down with him.
She sat up a little, and looked deeply into his eyes as the laughter subsided and she slowly lowered herself back down, placing a soft, tender kiss onto his lips. She kissed him again, a little more sensually this time and he eagerly responded, his own passion becoming more evident with each kiss. As he brought her closer to himself, letting his hands run farther down her back and then up again, he pulled her hair free from its clasp. He watched it fall about her shoulders in a glorious cascade and as she shook it out, and as Padmé moved her hips seductively over his own, he gasped aloud. Now, she lowered her face to his even more slowly, eyes half lidded with a slight smile playing about her lips.
"Still find me 'amusing' Skywalker?" she asked him huskily. "Or perhaps… something else…" She kissed him again, slowly and deeply, and began to run her free hand down his chest, teasing.
"Oh Force Padmé," he said at last, playing with a free strand of hair, his voice a little shaky. "Are you up to this?"
"Possibly," she admitted, and she started kissing him again, tracing a line from his lips down to his chest before he practically shot up. "But not here..." She giggled at his wide eyed reaction. "Someone might walk in. Take me to my room Ani, and I'll show you things I never learned in the Junior Administrators League..."
Only too eager to oblige, Anakin picked her up and carried her to the room, headless of the signal from the Jedi council that they wished to speak to him again.
What ever it was that they wanted, it would hold until tomorrow if need be. Anakin had far more important things on his mind.
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They lay together, belly to belly, his arms encircling her almost protectively. Padmé closed her eyes, listening to Anakin's heart beat that, only now just beginning to slow down.
"I did that," she thought to herself, a little smugly. "His desire for me..."
Here she paused, suddenly a little afraid. What if he wouldn't desire her anymore? Find her attractive? Now, there was just the 'lump', but in a few months that lump would become...
She poked at him lightly, "Ani? Are you awake?"
He sighed heavily and ran his fingers up and down her back.
"Sort of..." he admitted, his eyes still closed."Why? Do you want to... you know, again?" A slight pause. "Already?"
"No," she said finally and slowly rolled off of him to lay by his side. He pulled her close again and sighed, already succumbing to sleep.
"Ani," she whispered, and receiving no reply, she poked him again. "Anakin, it's important, wake up!"
"What then..."
"Do you still find me attractive?"
No answer.
"ANAKIN!"
"Wha-hu? Yes, of course... I'm tired Padmé, can we talk about this later… Please?"
"Will you still find me attractive in a few months when I look like the side of a freighter?" she pressed.
"What kind?" he replied little grumpily.
"WHAT?"
"Corrilian… Geonisen… Jawaian..."
"JA-WA-ian? But Jawa's don't make..." She started to get angry before she suddenly realized that he was joking.
"You're cruel Skywalker!" she cried. "You're just being silly!"
He pulled her close again, still not opening his eyes, and sighed deeply.
"Asking silly questions... you expected different answers? Love you Padmé.... night…"
Unsatisfied, Padmé tried a new approach. "What will happen, when we can't make love for a while? What then?"
"Always ways..." Anakin replied, his voice thick and sleepy. "Wouldn't matter either way. Just be with you... good enough... love you.... "Another deep sigh.
Padmé considered this and realized that he was truly being sincere. Anakin has always put her desires and needs far above his own and if she told him no, for what ever reason, he wouldn't even consider it an issue. Her heart soared at the thought, how lucky she was to have him, how happy they would be together. All three of them. The Jedi council had begrudgingly accepted the relationship and the Chancellor would help smooth things over on the senate's side. Yes, only happier times ahead… She smiled and at last let herself drift towards sleep.
"Love you Ani," She whispered, snuggling down into his embrace. "Forgive me?"
The only response she heard from Anakin was a gentle snore, he had obviously considered the conversation at an end quite a few moments ago. She kissed him tenderly then rested her head back on to his chest, relishing the slow and steady beating of his heart.
