And there we stood, on the balcony bathed in the dying suns last breaths. Our eyes were locked and it seemed we'd thrown away the key. The words we had spoken to one another were so genuine, and were that which hadn't crossed our mouths before. It had come up occasionally about what may have been or if we'd change something, but never in such a rush of emotion. In that moment, every word we found easily describable of each other came pouring forth.
His smile beamed brightly in my face, eyes swimming with the shining of unshed tears. There wasn't much to be said in the moment, and it just seemed as though us talking would destroy our perfect moment of blissful silence. But then the moment came to an all to quick draw by the simple sounds of a bird singing sweetly in wind.
He brought my hand to his lips and kissed it gently and formally, as one might when beginning a dance. "I think this was a most rewarding conversation, Padmé." His voice was at a point between shimmering happiness and whispering with speechlessness. I found my own voice was shaken and hard to find, and I could not steady my hands from their trembling. Moments earlier, my voice had been on fire with excitement and passion.
"I did...too, Anakin." I took his wrist in my hand, lingering my fingers on his skin; his skin was so soft and wonderful to the touch. It suddenly felt electric to be next to him, to have my fingertips resting on him, this man who'd expressed this feeling of ardor and love for me. The sensation coursed through me like a wave breaking on the shore. It was a feeling of adoration that washed over me. I could tell by his expression he felt the mesmerizing effect the same way I did. It wasn't a smile, but more of a second of clarity mixed with sheer intensity on his beautiful features.
He took my wrists in his hands, the way I had to him. The electric, energizing feeling still running through us both where we connected. We stood closely together, close enough for me to breathe in the smell of his hair and for him to feel my pulse. Our lips danced dangerously close, stopping just before they were to meet. I could feel his breath hot breath teasing my lips, as I'm sure mine was his.
"Padmé..." He whispered, eyes burning into mine with that blue, furiously passionate gaze. I leaned my head back, distancing our lips from one another. He groaned slightly of disappointment, bringing a smirk that was all too proud to my face. I took him by the hand, leading him into our bedroom.
We sat, facing each other on the bedside. I caressed his face, drawing out my motions on his lips. He pushed forward, leaning into me with all the prowess he possessed in him. I placed a hand on his now bare chest to backpedal a little into less drastic territory. "You're torturing me, Padmé." A smile crossed his lips though his brows were furrowed together. His look softened to one of care, and he placed a shaking hand on my shoulders, moving in small circles. I sighed and let my neck roll to the side. His hands sent a shock flowing in my veins. "You carry a lot of tension in your shoulders." He leaned into the curve of my neck, his words tickling the skin where he'd brushed away my hair.
I merely sighed in contentment, closing my eyes. I felt his searing lips on my shoulder, and on my neck. "Ani..." I mumbled without much purpose. It was a stream of untouched passion, his lips finding his way to my ear, whispering kisses there as well. Cascading sparks of our energy as he went along. For a moment, our eyes met in complete harmony. "You're so beautiful." He said in a soft voice. His eyes scanned me in a way that wasn't as much hungry as it was longing. He looked to my eyes for any signs of questioning and to his visible relief, he found none. It had been six months of painful separation, not only from his mind and soul, but from his body.
It did not take long for him to help me from my dress, and I from his clothes as well. The night unfolded somewhere along that lines, our long held off reunion fulfilling itself. We lay, in the dark of our moonlit room. Our bodies fit like puzzle pieces together, as though they were made from the same mould. When we lay there together, it was as though I'd found a half of me I didn't realize I was missing before he held me in his arms. His arms were around my middle, his chin resting in the crook of my shoulder.
"I love you." He breathed in my hair. "And I missed you, very, very much." He added, the tone of a smile playing on his voice. I hated to just say 'I love you too' back to Ani that way, it seemed so disengaged. "I love you more, Anakin." I turned over to look at him, planting a simple kiss on his lips. "I missed you, this, everything." I rolled my eyes in happiness.
"Are you tired?" He yawned.
"Actually, quite tired." He pressed into my back, pulling himself closer with his arms.
