Dangerous Liasions
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Spoilers: Possible.
He had passed silently through the principle bedroom of the Nubian retreat. His eyes had traced over the still figure that remained secure in her dreams. The silk sheets had spilled over her body, revealing only her gentle facade.
He did not dare to stir her from her sleep. He knew better than to wake take her from dreams. The shadow of sleepless nights had cowered beneath her eyes. She need these few hours of rest to make up for the sleep that she had lost.
Padme had shifted in the bed, forcing the sheets to remove themselves slightly from her soft skin. He stopped himself from pressing the sheets back up to cover her shoulders. It would do little good and would pressure her to wake.
His eyes had strained under the early morning light. He wanted to crawl into the warmth of their bed. Encircle his arms around her and forget the duties that they had pledged to uphold.
Neither one of them could afford the scandal that their love would contribute to their lives and families. Their names would be brought down in disgrace. The Naberrie name would lose the respect that it had gained over the centuries.
He refused to be responsible. Anakin had sighed. He would leave the Jedi Order after the wars had ended. There would be no scandal, when he left. There would be only the silence of the Nubian countryside and Padme by his side.
They could have children without the heavy breath of trouble that would arise from such a spawning. There children would remain nestled away from the Jedi and the HoloNet reporters that would have nipped at their heels from the story of a Senator and a Jedi's union.
There would be no story. He would not be a Jedi. He would be a simple civilian married to an upstanding woman. A queen, a senator, he did not care. As long as he had her. He could not and refused to live without her.
He shook his head, as he retracted from the bedroom and into the master refresher. He had removed his sleeping pants. His mechanical fingers had crushed the bulky gray pantings as he folded them away to keep them from being moistened by the shower's gentle touch.
His flesh fingers had punched in the code to alarm the waters into pertruding from the shower head. The thin trickles of water had sprouted into a fury of water. Anakin had retreated into the hot coils of water, losing himself in its gentle touch.
"Ani...are you in there?" The voice had yawned, as it pressed through the door that seperated the refresher from the bed chambers. His fingers had pulled out of his hair as he cracked open the shower door to respond to Padme.
"I didn't mean to wake you, love." His voice cracked, as Padme hungrily entered the refresher. Her brown hair adorned with knots and other subtle hints of sleep. She looked beautiful either way, no matter what sleep's hand had done to ravage her appearance.
"I am coming in. There is no point in wasting water." She had smiled, as her fingers had pulled at the straps of her dress. Her sunflower night gown had earnestly pooled around her heels, as she forced the door to spread wider to allow her entry.
Anakin had covered himself with his hands. His cheeks flared with the timid rouge of embarassment. It had felt odd to be exposed to her, after so long of not being together.
"It is not like I have never seen you naked before, Ani." She had whispered, huskily into his ear. "Do you think you could wash my back."
He had nodded, taking the bar of soap from its handle. The soap had swarmed over the tender flesh of her back. Bubbles had trailed over her back for a moment before they were washed away by the petals of water. Padme had moaned under the touch of the soap.
She had turned to face him. Her tongue had tasted her lips as she earnestly stared up into his placid blue eyes. His hands had seperated from his back and fell to his sides. The comfort of the situation lost in the trails of conformity to social rules and hierarchy.
"Padme..." Anakin had pronounced, as her lips connected with his own. Her tongue had slipped into his mouth to massage his tongue. She had slipped herself loosely into his arms, as he pulled away to finish their kiss.
"I am sorry, Padme. We can't. Not right now." He said, his fingers had caressed her sweet skin before he withdrew himself from the shower and headed away to finish his shower when the threat of sex had passed.
She had snapped her fingers together. He had plenty of weakness. She just had to find the right one that would lead him into her bed.
To Be Continued...
Author's Note: I saw Star Wars Episode III: Revenge of the Sith yesterday! It was absolutely amazing.