Looking Deeply in the Glass: Part 2

In their imagination they could see the beach, hear the crash of the waves, and smell the salty ocean. It was almost as if they were there themselves. Padme watched as the old man's words glided off Anakin's tongue.

The water hit my legs, and it was cleansing; it was purging all the pain inside me the closer I got to you. The only thing that I could think to say was "hi". You turned to me, and I got my first glimpse of your beautiful bluish gray eyes; you giggled and smiled at me. When you said "hello" I had forgotten my name for a second, and just stood frozen. "Hello in there" you called to me, and I snapped back "I'm Russ and your pretty".
"I'm Angelica and your silly' and giggled at me again. We swam around for awhile and splashed each other.

You were nine, and I was eight. I was having a great time; that is until you saw my handsome dark haired 13 year old brother. It wasn't my brother's fault he was completely oblivious to it, but I could tell right away that you liked the looks of him. And I was just a skinny pale faced blond haired green eyed shrimp at the time. I wanted my brother to go away but you insisted for him to stay. Truth was my brother was always looking for the cute maturing 12 and 13 year old girls, and only saw you as a little girl, but I was still jealous. I wanted you to look at me like that.

And so it began every time you'd be at Cerulean beach my ridiculously bratty nasty behavior towards you would resurface. I remember how I used to knock down your sand castles; when I threw sand in your hair, and you cried. You'd scream "I hate you Russ, I hate you Russ". I'd call you stupid names like jelly head, jelly fish head; my brother just shook his head at what a moron I was. My father yelled at me, punished me, and told me to cut it out.

Then came the day I completely blew it. It was the day my brother taught you how to ride your Minnie speeder bike, and that was just too much for me. When I saw you hug my brother in appreciation I lost it, grabbed a hand full of sand, and threw it at you. I meant for it to fall into your golden locks, but instead it landed in your eyes. I hated myself and tried to help, but you pushed me away. My brother grabbed your hand, and ran you to the ocean to wash it out. You were screaming, crying, and my brother yelled at me "what the hell is the matter with you Russ?" My father brought fresh water, and washed out your sensitive eyes. He apologized over, and over to your handmaidens, but they wouldn't hear of it; they informed him that they would never take you back here again.

"Little boys can be so immature sometimes".

"Tell me about it. I used to get teased constantly every time I worked on my pod racer by the kids who lived near by".

"Yeah I remember, but you proved them wrong didn't you? I was so impressed with how talented, and mature you were for a ten-year old".

"Well I had no time to be a kid; I grew up quickly being a slave. But my mom tried to give me as much of a normal happy life as she could. When I was really little she would sing to me, and tell me stories at bed time.

"What did she sing to you, what kinds of stories did she tell you"?

"She sang ancient Tatooine children's rhymes in huttese, and say things like "there once was a brave beautiful little boy named Anakin who one day flew away on his shiny ship. He traveled all over the galaxy, made many friends, and helped many people, and he was very, very happy".

"Aw that's so sweet I loved your mother; she was so kind.

"I still miss her, and I'm still very worried about her".

'I know you are, but don't worry everything's going to be ok. She put her arm around his shoulder and smiled at him.

"Thanks I hope you're right". He said to her with worried eyes.

Padme attempted to lighten the mood. "Sounds like Russ's father tried with him, but he was a hard one to handle."

"Yeah he really made an idiot of himself didn't he? He really had no idea what he was doing or how to handle himself around her." He nodded his head in agreement.

"And all because of his jealousy over his brother, hope he got over it, hope he didn't ruin it for good with her, keep reading Ani" She patted his shoulder.

"All right back to the old man's journal". He began to read again.

After the scene I had made that day my father was determined to knock some sense in me, and mold me into a mature, kind, well adjusted young man. As soon as I was of age I began to work at my father's glass shop with my brother. He wanted me to learn the value of work, and earning something. It had been a tradition to hand down the secrets of making glass over several generations on my father's side of the family starting with my great, great grandfather.

Sure there were many machines and droids that could make it in bulk and fast. But my family saw it as an art form that could only be perfected with thought, practice, and skill. My father had naturally planned on handing down the business eventually to my brother. But he had other plans; he was much more fascinated in medical technology. My father was hurt, but he supported his dreams, and sent him off to the medical university, and became a fine doctor.

It was just about time to leave, and I was looking forward to getting together with my friends that night. But first I had to deliver the beautiful crystal chandelier that was commissioned to my father from a rich debutante family. They lived in the finest part of Theed in a huge elegant mansion. The grounds surrounding it alone must have been over a hundred acres. I was let in by the butler, and he showed me inside. I waited in front of a towering spiral staircase. "Hello is anyone here? I have a delivery" I called and was answered with a sweet voice that ascended from the stairs "I'll be right down just a moment". You seemed to float down to me. I went into a trance that never could be lifted when I saw the material of your baby blue dress reveal luscious curves. A gorgeous golden haired goddess with locks that spilled down to her lower back, full rosy lips, and stunning blue gray eyes. Once again I was speechless, and somehow I knew that I had found you again, and this time I wasn't going to let you go.

It didn't surprise me that you didn't want to talk to me once you realized who I was, and what I had put you through. After attaching the chandelier to your parents ceiling we got a chance to talk, and get reacquainted. I finally apologized and you kindly accepted it. At nineteen and twenty things looked like they could be very different for us this time. I was pleasantly surprised when you showed up two days later at my dad's shop. I was in the back making water goblets when my father showed you to the back where the oven was.

Because it was always so hot back there I didn't have a shirt on, and was completely startled by your presence. You blushed and I could tell that you thought I was handsome. That gave me a little more confidence, and I invited you to stay, and watch me make the goblets. It had never even occurred to me up until that moment how amazingly erotic glass blowing could be. But everything changed when I dared you to try it. You put that long metal pipe to your lips, and the molten substance expanded. You were a natural at it, molding the hot glass into any shape you desired. My heart started pounding wildly, and I felt all the blood in my head go straight to my erection. I fought like mad for some self control. When you finally removed the pipe from your mouth you gave me a playful smile, and all thought was lost. Our eyes met, and we slowly moved towards each other, and my lips met yours for the first time.

"Sith is it getting hot in here?" Anakin wiped his forehead.

"You too I thought it was just me" She smiled at him.

"Maybe you could learn to blow glass"? He smirked at her, and took her hand.

"I don't think it's my thing".

"How do you know you haven't even tried it"?

"I just know the thought of putting some dirty metal pipe to my mouth is not exactly appetizing".

"It would be appetizing to watch you".

"Could we just get back to the journal please; you need to cool down. I'll read for a while if you don't mind".

"By all means my lady" He handed her the journal.

No dessert could compare to how sweet it was to kiss you, and it would have gone on longer if my brother hadn't burst through the door with the happy news of his marriage. From then on we were inseparable, spending as much time together as possible. You thought I was funny, a talented artist, and laughed at all my dumb jokes. I couldn't get enough of your wit, charm, kindness, and beauty. My family adored you as well. The sexiest girl I had ever dated, and considering how young I was there had been quite a few.

You on the other hand had never had a boyfriend due to your parent's strict wishes.
It wasn't soon after we'd been seeing each other that you showed up at my house crying hysterically over the news of your soon to be wedding. It was at that moment that I realized how lucky I had been to have a father who loved me, and wanted me to be happy in what ever path I chose.

Your parents on the other hand were completely different. They were much more concerned with gaining power, and social status. When you introduced me to them, their hurtful words when we told them we were in love: "Our daughter is not going to marry some nobody, a poor glass maker. We're sorry it's already been arranged for her to marry the son of one the wealthiest families in Theed. It's a splendid match that will be the talk of the city, what's done is done". You screamed at them "I never said I would marry him I can't stand the pompous, arrogant, jerk, that's what you want, and I won't do it". Your parents threatened to have me arrested, and I suspect even worse if I didn't leave you alone. They had the power, and money to do it too.

We were married in a garden at the back of my house accompanied by my father, brother, and a few of our trusted friends. But we knew we could not live peacefully there; your parents would never let it rest, and give us their blessing. There was no other choice; we had to leave Theed, for good. Fortunately, we had the chance to get a beautiful honeymoon. It was very kind, and thoughtful of your friend to let us stay at Island Hills her family's lake retreat. We'd have the whole place to ourselves for a week, and it was perfect.

"Oh Island Hills I remember hearing about that place; it used to be directly across from the lake retreat".

"Why used to be"? He asked curiously.

"It burned down years ago; apparently it was thought that one of the servants had gone mad, and set fire to it in the middle of the night. The owners of the manor died it was a tragedy".

"What happened to the servant"?

"He was arrested, and sentenced to death. This, all of course, happened way before we were born. They didn't give him a trial, and I didn't think that was right. I mean even though it seemed to sound like he had done it because apparently he was quite strange; there still was no evidence presented. That's not a democracy or justice. Years later it was revealed that the son had done it over his anger towards his lack of inheritance. After hearing that story, I vowed to fight for what I thought was right. That if necessary I would stand up in court to the republic, and I would attempt to change a rule or law that was false.

"And I'm sure you could pull it off too; I think you could probably get any law changed if you put your mind to it".

"You really think so"?

"Of course I do". He smiled at her.

"Thanks, that means a lot to me that you believe in me that much." She touched his arm.

Padme went back to the journal. She put her index finger to the page, and began to read again.

Our speeder landed on a high hill overlooking the lake. Island Hills was the most romantic place a newly wed couple could have every hoped for. It was a magnificent looking mansion with large windows, elegant balconies, and terraces overlooking impressive gardens. We had just arrived, and the place was deserted. You grabbed my hand; we ran to the edge of the lake. You threw your arms around my neck, and kissed me passionately. "I love you so much Russ" you said when our lips parted. "I love you more then anything; I adore you" I said starring into your eyes. You flashed a flirtatious smile.

I was very surprised but not unpleased when you began unbuttoning your dress showing me your beautiful, curvaceous body. You giggled at me, and invited me to join you. I loved your spontaneity, and rebellious nature that you had no qualms displaying with me. Even though you had been controlled, and held back your entire life by your parents, now you were free.

We swam to the island that sat in the middle of the lake, and ran onto shore completely nude. Laughing at ourselves at how crazy we were behaving, but loving every minute.It was not long before we were rolling around in the sand entangled in each other. Sure we had made love a couple of times before, but this was different. This was our first time together as husband, and wife. Afterwards, we ate shuura fruit, and then ate it off each other. We licked the sweet juice off of our skin, and basked in the warm glow of the sun.

"Um I think it's getting hot in here again". She let out a sigh.

Anakin didn't answer her, and had not moved; he just sat there breathing heavy, and staring at the journal in her hand. Slowly, his scorching eye's rose up to hers. He'd been holding back his desires for awhile since they had been sitting, and reading on the bed. But this last "journal entry" had done him in. Padme could feel the lust rising up within him, and her as well. She just sat there waiting for him to paunch. Anakin launched his face to Padme's neck, and wrapped his arms around her. It all happened so fast, as he kissed and sucked up, and down her neck. Padme couldn't help but hold onto him, and moan into his ear; which only drove him on. He tore his mouth away from her neck, and onto her lips. Suddenly she was being pulled down to the bed with Anakin running his hands up, and down her body.

Releasing his mouth briefly off hers, "I want to swim naked in the lake with you. I want to lick shuura juice off your skin".

Breathing heavily, "Anakin this is crazy this is wrong I don't want it to be here".

"Why not we're alone"?

"I don't feel right about it happening here, not here, it's just not right. This isn't our house it's his".

"Yeah I know, but I can't help it; I want you. I want you so bad Padme, for so long now".

"I really want you too; I just don't want it to be here." She looked into his eyes.

He took in a deep a breath, "All right if that's what you want". He removed his arms from her.

Padme climbed off the bed, and sat down on a chair next to it. Anakin just laid there on the bed trying to heal his bruised ego, and pull himself together. He attempted to calm his body, and mind by closing his eyes, and meditated just a bit. Padme just sat there staring at the floor with her thoughts running through her head.

Hope your enjoyed this chapter I know I loved writing it. Once again I want to thank you all for taking the time to send all your kind reviews. I'm working on the next chapter now.