Title: Analogy of Conviction

Author: Anaika Skywalker

Author's Email: lindsay30@austarnet.com.au

Rating: R NC-17 (For graphic sex. Yes you've been warned).

Disclaimer: It all belongs to George Lucas, I just like to play in his universe once and a while. However Anaika is my creation.

Author's Note: Thank you once again to everyone who has sent in reviews.

Chapter Five: Consequences.

Planet Tralis - 8 days from Coruscant.

Anakin pushed the Princess into a darken ally way, pressing his body against hers to shield her. The mission to Tralis should have been straight forth; protect the Princess and investigate the death threats made against her. So far nothing about it had been easy, while on a trip to a nearby village, Anakin and the Princess had been captured and separated from Obi-Wan Kenobi. Their captors had made it clear they worked for the Princess' Uncle and he wonted the young woman dead. Luckily for Anakin, their captives had no idea what a Jedi could do and he and the Princess had escaped. Not before he'd retrieved his lightsaber and comlink.

Anakin had contacted his Master, informing him they were safe and who was behind the attacks being made. However during the conversation, their transmission had been intercepted then blocked. Now Anakin was concerned something had happened to his Master. That concern had left him unable to sleep and after three days of being on the run he was exhausted.

Against him, the Princess was breathing hard, something was digging into her back but she didn't dare move nor complain. The Jedi apprentice had kept her alive so telling him the wall was uncomfortable or his lightsaber was digging into her hip was out of the question. Any other time she would of found it quiet flattering, being pushed against the wall by a handsome young man. Yet being afraid for her life didn't make it appealing.

"It's all clear." Anakin whispered in her ear then stepped back a little.

Ceri sighed, pushing away from the wall as she pushed her fear deep inside her. "What now?"

"Now we find lodging for the night," he answered, and then grinned cheekily. "And some clothes for you, your Highness."

She stood tall, hands on her hips. "Anakin I think we can dispense with the formalities. Ceri will do fine."

"Yes Ma'am." he smirked, then shrugged out of his robe. "Here put this on, it'll cover your dress."

"You mean what's left of it," she jeered, slipping into the robe.

"That too." he pulled his lightsaber from his belt and tucked it into his tunic, then wrapped his Padawan braid around the ponytail at the back of his head. After checking the street, he pulled the robe close around her, and then took her hand. "Stay close." he warned and they left the ally way.

"I will." she assured dryly.

Finding lodging had been easy, paying for it hadn't been. Neither had credits on them, however Ceri did have gems on her dress. She ripped a few off and hand them over, enough to secure a cottage for the night.

Anakin checked it over, finding it acceptable. He turned to the Princess. "You'd better get out of those clothes," he suggested. "I saw a market nearby, so I can get supplies."

"Your going to leave me?" she asked a little more anguish then she'd wonted.

"You'll be fine and I'll be quick," he announced calmly. "Take a warm shower and stay away from the windows and the door."

She nodded, and then ripped a few more gems off her dress. "Take these, you'll need them."

He nodded. "I won't be long," he told her, then opened the door a little to check the street before heading out.

Ceri shut it quickly, leaving his robe over a chair she went into the refresher and took a hot shower as he'd suggested. Feeling a little better then she had. Finding a spare bed sheet she wrapped it around her body, knotting it at her neck.

Anakin still wasn't back, not that she was worried or frightened. No she was frightened, it was the first time she'd been away from the protectiveness of her father. She wasn't going to give into her fear though, she was stronger then that. She was heir to the throne, one day she would be Queen and rule Tralis but not today. She began pacing the room, jumping from fright when the door opened and the Jedi apprentice came in. "You scared the life out of me, Anakin."

"Sorry," he shut the door, grinning mischievously. "Besides Ceri, your Uncle's men wouldn't come through the front door. The street is too public."

"Lock it anyway," she pleaded.

He did then dropped the basket on the table. "I managed to get food and clothing," he reported, seeing what she was wearing or wasn't. Knowing he'd feel a lot better when she had clothes on.

"Thank goodness, I thought I'd have to wear this bed sheet forever," she said cringing.

"You look kind of cute in that bed sheet." he retorted straight-faced, feeling like he was addressing a good friend, not a Princess. They had been in close contact for three days and they had formed a friendship.

"If I had something to throw at you Anakin Skywalker, I would." she threatened but laughed.

He laughed also, knowing he was safe. Alone and away from his Master but safe.

"Anakin," Ceri moved closer, seeing his expression change. "Are you all right?"

He nodded. "I was just thinking of Master Obi-Wan."

"I'm sure your Master is fine," she said tenderly. She gave him a hug feeling him tense as her body rubbed against his, surprised by this. "You however are exhausted, you should sleep."

"I'm fine."

"Anakin, you're nearly asleep on your feet, I can see it in your eyes. You've barely slept in days." she retorted stepping back. It made her wonder if all Jedi were this stubborn. Using the knowledge he was attracted to her against him, she decided her next move. Perhaps wearing him out would get him to sleep. She reached up and unknotted the sheet from behind her neck, letting it drop to the floor.

Anakin's eyes widened and he found himself tease up again. "Ceri, what are you doing?"

She moved closer, unbuckling his belt, she dropped it on the table then unwrapped his sash before starting on his surcoat and tunic. "I'm going to wear you out," she removed each layer of clothing. "By the time I'm finished with you, you'll want to sleep."

"This is wrong, Ceri." he informed and tried to get his clothes back, but not too much, he was only human.

"Oh?" she slid her hand down his now bare chest, past his stomach to his trousers. Feeling the hardness of his fledging arousal straining there. "Your body is eager."

"My body has no idea what it's doing," he said between clenched teeth.

She kept rubbing. "Oh a learner," she giggled. "Well apprentice, it seems I'm the Master now."

"That's not funny, Ceri."

She pulled him over to the sleep coach and dumped him on it. Removing his boots, then his trousers and briefs, she licked her lips in approval as she knelt over his now naked form.

"Ceri, I don't think." he started.

"Shush," she said, then kissed him parting his lips. "Let me teach you."

Anakin closed his eyes as she moved to his chest, her lips tantalizing one nipple at a time. How do I get myself into these things? He thought, and then groaned.

*Feel, don't think,* a familiar voice filled his mind.

He smiled. Anaika. Their link. Realizing her meaning, opening himself to the Force and her knowledge. Through their link she showed him all he needed to know about pleasuring the female body, boosting his confidence. His eyes flew open as he felt Ceri's mouth go over his arousal. Moaning, he couldn't help it. Gripping the bedclothes.

She was amused by his reactions, sucking harder. He cried out as she inflicted the sweet torture. Using her tongue as well, a slow sensual rhythm.

When she did finally crawl back up, he was flush, but grinning.

"My turn," he remarked and flipped her over onto her back. Nudging between her thighs.

"Getting bold are we." she mused.

He noted her hazel eyes were bright with desire. He didn't say anything he just acted. Running his tongue over one nipple, sucking gently. While caressing the other with his thumb and finger.

Ceri moaned, for an innocent he was doing rather well. He moved between her thighs, parting the damp brown curls, running his tongue over the sensitive flesh. Hearing her cry out, her body trembling. Sucking and teasing, he slipped a finger into her wetness, then another. Moving them in and out, feeling more and more confident about what he was doing.

"Please." she whimpered.

He moved back up and she wrapped her legs around his hips as his erection pushed into her, her hips lifting, and then setting as he began to move, easing into a rhythm with him.

Her nails raked his back as her pleasure built. If she'd been a Jedi, she would of been able to sense his build up, as he sensed hers. Since she wasn't she relied on his body language and facial expressions.

"Oh Anakin, I can't hold on." she moaned.

"Then don't." he told her, pushing harder and faster.

She cried out, her climax overwhelming, her release spilling her juices. His own climax was just as powerful, his release filling her with warmth.

Ceri held him close, rewarding him with a lingering kiss. "I thought you said you didn't know what you were doing."

"I didn't," he grinned sheepishly. "I do however have a twin who does."

"Remind me to send him a thank you note."

Anakin chuckled and lay beside her, feeling like he could sleep for a week. "Her," he corrected.

She rolled onto her side. "A sister. You have a twin sister?"

"Anaika." he answered, yawning.

"Then I'll send her one." she stated and saw he'd closed his eyes. Smiling, she drew the sheet up over them and snuggled close, letting him sleep. That had been one plan she had enjoyed.

In the morning they got up, dressed and ate light. Taking the rest of the food with them. Ceri carried the basket in one hand and held Anakin's in the other. With a large jacket over his Jedi attire and her simple dress, they looked like any other village couple. Keeping to the main road was dangerous, but getting lost would be worse.

"What is your sister like?" Ceri asked, pushing a lock of her brown hair out of her eyes. "Does she look like you?"

"A little, we have the same hair color, eye color." he revealed. "She's not reckless as I am and has a better understanding of the Living Force, but we're as strong as each other within the Force."

"Your very lucky then." she decided.

He was, he knew that. He was about to agree when he saw a speeder approaching, sensing his Master. "It's Master Kenobi."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

She saw the speed slow down and stop near them.

Obi-Wan was out as soon as it stopped. "Anakin?"

The young man embraced him. "I'm fine Master." he assured, then stepped back.

The Jedi Knight bowed to the Princess. "Are you alright, your Highness?"

"Yes, thank you Master Jedi."

"Your Uncle has been arrested, as have his men. Your father is waiting for you." Obi-Wan informed as he ushered them into the speeder.

The young officer at the controls headed them back to the capital city.

"How did you find us, Master Jedi?" Ceri asked.

He looked back, winking at his apprentice. "You could say I went on a feeling."

Anakin quickly controlled his embarrassment. "I'm glad you did, Master."

Ceri realized what he meant, her checks going bright red. She lent closer to Anakin. "Does he know everything?" she asked in a whisper.

"Yes," he answered, then assured a little louder. "Don't worry, Master Obi-Wan want say a word." *Will you Master?*

*Not a word.* his master insisted, chuckling.

He smiled. *Thank you, Master.*

Ceri had a feeling something had passed between them, something private.

The rest of the ride back was quiet. At the palace the King meet them, hugging his daughter, relieved to see her alive. "My thanks to you Jedi Skywalker."

"I merely did my duty, your Majesty."

He nodded, and then guided his daughter inside.

Obi-Wan and Anakin followed, returning to quarters. The teenager took a well-earned warm shower, and then started dressing.

His Master felt his discomfort through the Force, knocking on the door to his apprentice's room. "What's wrong, Padawan?"

Anakin opened the door he was shirtless. "It's nothing, Master."

Obi-Wan gestured for him to turn around, the teenager did and he saw the scratches on his back. "The Princess has sharp fingernails."

Anakin nodded. "Strong too."

Moving closer, Obi-Wan put his hands carefully on the teenagers back, tracing the scratches gently. Using the Force to begin the healing, taking the redness out of the scratches and easing the discomfort a little. "How's that?" he asked finished.

"Better thank you, Master." he turned, trying to find a way to explain what had happened.

"It's alright Anakin. You don't need to explain." Obi-Wan said calmly. "I was your age once, I understand."

"You were never my age, Master," his apprentice teased good heartedly.

"Master Qui-Gon would disagree with you. I lead him a merry chase at times."

Anakin pulled his shirt on. "You? Oh please Master." he mocked.

"Pain." Obi-Wan said, and then ruffled his hair.

He ducked out of his Master's reach, laughing.

"Finish getting dress, Pain." his Master ordered chuckling, then left the room.

He did, dressing quickly. Joining his Master, they went to send a report to the Temple.

Master Yoda appeared in holographic form before them. "Done well you have. Transport coming for you, tomorrow arrives."

"Thank you Master." Obi-Wan acknowledged.

The little Jedi Master addressed Anakin. "Heal well young Skywalker." was all he said, the transmission ended.

Anakin groaned. "He knows."

Obi-Wan put his arm around the young mans shoulders, guiding him out. "Yoda knows everything," he said and heard his Padawan groan again, silently amused. "I think my young apprentice, you need to meditate and clear your mind."

"Yes Master." he agreed.

They found peace in the palace gardens; Anakin knelt under a tree in the shade. Closing his eyes.

Obi-Wan was pleased his apprentice fell into a meditative state easily. Meditating was not one of Anakin's favorite past times. He was proud of the teenager; in the past few months their lives had changed because of the arrival of two Jedi, whose presence had given them clarity.

"Hello Master Kenobi."

Obi-Wan rose from where he sat on the bench as the Princess approached. "Your Highness." he bowed.

Ceri smiled, sitting with him. She wore one of her beautiful gowns, being once more a member of Royalty. She noted Anakin's position. "How long will he sit like that?" she asked, keeping her voice down.

"A few hours. Mediation is important to a Jedi," Obi-Wan revealed, then asked. "How are you, your Highness?"

"I'm fine Master Kenobi. I just needed to escape my father," she admitted.

"Your father was worried about you, Princess."

"As you were about Anakin," she noted.

"Yes. Anakin and I are close."

She smiled. "You love him and I know Anakin loves you. You're the father he's never had."

Obi-Wan was surprised the Princess knew so much. "Anakin has been my apprentice since he was ten, we have a close relationship, a bond."

"Is Anakin in trouble because of last night?" she asked bluntly.

"No," he answered her. "It's not encouraged though. His training has to be without distractions, but just because he's lived in the Temple, doesn't mean he's had a sheltered life."

"Neither has his sister." she mused.

Obi-Wan smiled, nodded. "Anaika is a special young woman, like her brother. They have what we call a twin link that's heightened by the Force. It gives them a closeness that other twin's don't have."

Ceri looked once more at the teenager. "I'm glade to have been a part of his life, even a small part."

"You were more then a small part of his life, your Highness." the Jedi Knight said, then stood. Patting her shoulder gently as he left. He gave Anakin a nudge through the Force. *Don't keep the Princess waiting, Padawan.*

Anakin opened his eyes, seeing his Master leave and the Princess.

She got up; going over to him she sat with him on the grass. "I will miss you Anakin Skywalker. You are a good friend."

"I'll miss you too," he told her.

Leaning forward she kissed him, lingering a little. "Can I write to you?"

"I'd like that." he said gently. "Perhaps if we're on Coruscant at the same time. We can see each other."

Ceri nodded. She took his hand. No matter what she felt for him, it was obvious Anakin's heart belonged to another. "I have to go."

He let her. Knowing what she felt for him. In his heart though there was only one Angel for him. The Angel he had meet years ago.

His Master hadn't returned to quarters, but gone to a room in the palace called the Hall of Remembrance, all the great leaders of Tralis were captured either in painting or statues. Immortalized forever.

A beautiful woman came to stand beside him. This was the King's concubine, the Princess' mother, Lady Jacqui. So like her daughter, it was unmistakable they were mother and daughter.

"You seem deep in contemplation, Master Kenobi," she said quietly.

"It is our way to give respect to those passed, Milady," he informed.

"As a teenager I found this room frightening. Even know I always feel this is the coldest room in the palace," she revealed. "Ceri won't come here at all."

"She will in her own time, Milady."

Silence filled the room by choose, finally though Lady Jacqui spoke again.

"Forgive me for asking Master Kenobi, but are you not at least a little concerned that your apprentice and my daughter spent an intimate night together?"

"My apprentice and your daughter are responsible young adults, Milady and I trust my Padawan," he told her truthfully.

She nodded. "Yes, Master Jedi, you do and I trust my daughter. So I pray there are no consequences to their actions." she retorted, and then walked away.