Both Anakin and Padme sat in one of the many Amidala Garden's. Both mothers had suggested that they both wait there until lunch was served since it was a nice, sunny day.
Anakin had taken his father aside telling him there should be no reason whatsoever that they should have to wait in the garden, seeing as it was always sunny on Naboo.
Padme had taken her mother aside saying she was tired and did not feel like sitting outside. Besides, why should they have to wait in the garden, it always was a warm day on Naboo.
Both parents had given their children looks telling them to go out there. Neither one was in the mood for their parent's rath. So, grudgingly, and sulkingly, Padme followed Anakin into the garden.
Awhile later Padme watched him as he sat across from her staring at her. And when she looked up towards him he would look back down. This was iritating her and there really wasn't too much she could do about it. Like hell there wasn't. She glared at him.
"Stop staring at me."
"Why the hell would I stare at you," asked Anakin lazily.
"You were!"
"Believe me. I wasn't."
"I don't believe you."
"You think I actually care," asked Anakin tiredly.
Padme had to bite her lip to keep the hurt from showing on her face. They had always argued over the years, trying to get reactions from eachother. It was a game they never seemed to tire of. But now it seemed as if he was now tired of her. But that had to be impossible, didn't it? She was Padme Amidala...
"No, I doubt you care about anything but your reflection and your good looks," said Padme sarcastically.
She watched as he smirked and she had to once again bite her lip to keep from smiling because she knew he had come up with something.
"So you noticed my good looks? Good..."
"Good looks? I always thought you were a bit off, but after-"
"Kisisng me I'm all you can think of."
"Shut up," said Padme as she looked at her hands.
She didn't see his deep smirk, but she knew it had to be there. It always was. But if she had looked up she would have seen a look full or curiosity.
"You want to do it again, don't you..."
"No. I don't. I- I hate you," she cried looking at the floor.
She tried to go back inside the house but found herself pushed against one of the garden walls. She looked up into the stern, yet handsome face of Anakin. She looked down and then up again. She finally met his eyes. Once she did that she wasn't so sure that she could even try to look away, even if she had wanted to.
"Say it again," he said flatly.
"Say what?"
"Tell me right now looking in my eyes just how much you hate me. Please, I have all day and am waiting."
"Leave me alone. I have better things to do then to listen to what you have to say," said Padme.
She watched as both his hands rested on her hips gently yet firmly, keeping her in place, not allowing her to move. Then she looked at his face which was even more stern.
"You will listen!"
She had never heard him talk to her like this before. He wasn't yelling at her though.
"Then by all means talk," said Padme as sarcastically as possible.
"What was last night about," asked Anakin.
"I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about."
"Hmm, funny. Either you can tell me what happened or I can tell YOU what happened."
"Anakin-"
"This is what happened."
Without warning his soft lips gently crashed into hers. A part of her wanted to push him away. But the part of her, the part that wanted him with everything inside of her, wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer, urging him farther. Neither one noticed both mothers watching from the doorway entrance.
"I remember when I was young, and in love," said Elektra Amidala.
The other mother smiled and nodded her head in complete agreement.
"Yes, things are going better than we could have possibly dared to imagine. Let's go back and enjoy the rest of lunch. They'll come in soon," said Amethyst Skywalker.
Both women walked into the house with smiles on their faces. Perhaps everything would work out after all.
***********
Padme pulled back from their kiss confused as ever. She looked at the ground until she felt a soft hand gently guiding her face up. She looked into a pair of gentle blue eyes. And for almost the first time he actually smiled. And she could do nothing but smile back.
She leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. When she was about to pull back he guided her lips towards his. Just when they were about to touch she pulled away with a look as if she had almost been burned.
"What is it," asked Anakin.
"What the hell are we doing," she asked slowly.
"We're not doing anything wrong. We've practically been engaged since the moment we met."
She gave him one look before running towards the back entrance of the house to avoid the adults. She ran to her room and locked the door. She then layed on her bed and cried.
*************
Padme woke later to knocking on her door. She sat up pretending she wasn't in there.
"I know you're in there. Open the damn door," came Anakin's irritated voice.
"Go away. I'm tired."
"No you're not. If you don't open the door I will go downstairs and tell everyone I think there's something wrong with you and everyone will check-"
His speech was interupted by the opening of the door. He saw the angry look on her face. She ushered him in before softly closing the door and locking it.
She watched him watch her. They both took seats in the sitting room that was connected to her room.
"What the hell do you want Anakin? What the hell is your problem? Why the hell can't you just leave me alone?"
"What's YOUR problem? Why the hell did you run away."
"Because I don't have to deal with you if I don't wish to. So, I left because I didn't want to deal with you."
"I doubt that's the reason."
"Well, then, Anakin, since you obviously seem to know- enlighten me," said Padme sarcastically.
"Fine. I will. You were scared."
"Why the hell would I be scared?"
"Of the way things seem to be changing..."
"How the hell are things changing?"
"Now, when I'm with you, I can't keep my hands off of you. Everytime I even think of you I want to crush my lips against yours."
"Well, you seem to be doing fine now..."
"No, I'm not. If I don't leave right now, then I'll come over the few feet to where you are- and-"
"Then don't leave," said Padme even surprising herself.
He slowly turned her around and gave her a dark look like she had always dreamed about. For once she refused to break the contact.
"You don't know what your saying. If you don't look away and let me leave right now, we'll both do things we'll regret later."
She still kept on looking at him, daring him to go through with it. She watched as he stalked over toward her, aware of herself inticipating his every move. Then suddenly their bodies were about as close as they could get. She still wouldn't look away and watched the tortured look on his face.
"Tell me you can't stand me."
"I can stand you."
"Tell me you hate me."
"I don't hate you, Anakin."
"Tell me you can't stand to look at me."
"I love to look at you."
Suddenly seeking lips crashed roughly into her, demanding entrance. She opened her mouth to his as their tongues clashed against eachother. She was aware as he pulled her closer to him. She was aware of what he did to her, but even more aware of what she did to him...
She watched him pull away from her as if he had been burned.
"You don't know what you do to me..."
"You don't know the tihngs you do to me..."
Then they stared into eachother's eyes almost excepting the things thathad forever been changed between them.
TBC
(I PROMISE!)
Anakin had taken his father aside telling him there should be no reason whatsoever that they should have to wait in the garden, seeing as it was always sunny on Naboo.
Padme had taken her mother aside saying she was tired and did not feel like sitting outside. Besides, why should they have to wait in the garden, it always was a warm day on Naboo.
Both parents had given their children looks telling them to go out there. Neither one was in the mood for their parent's rath. So, grudgingly, and sulkingly, Padme followed Anakin into the garden.
Awhile later Padme watched him as he sat across from her staring at her. And when she looked up towards him he would look back down. This was iritating her and there really wasn't too much she could do about it. Like hell there wasn't. She glared at him.
"Stop staring at me."
"Why the hell would I stare at you," asked Anakin lazily.
"You were!"
"Believe me. I wasn't."
"I don't believe you."
"You think I actually care," asked Anakin tiredly.
Padme had to bite her lip to keep the hurt from showing on her face. They had always argued over the years, trying to get reactions from eachother. It was a game they never seemed to tire of. But now it seemed as if he was now tired of her. But that had to be impossible, didn't it? She was Padme Amidala...
"No, I doubt you care about anything but your reflection and your good looks," said Padme sarcastically.
She watched as he smirked and she had to once again bite her lip to keep from smiling because she knew he had come up with something.
"So you noticed my good looks? Good..."
"Good looks? I always thought you were a bit off, but after-"
"Kisisng me I'm all you can think of."
"Shut up," said Padme as she looked at her hands.
She didn't see his deep smirk, but she knew it had to be there. It always was. But if she had looked up she would have seen a look full or curiosity.
"You want to do it again, don't you..."
"No. I don't. I- I hate you," she cried looking at the floor.
She tried to go back inside the house but found herself pushed against one of the garden walls. She looked up into the stern, yet handsome face of Anakin. She looked down and then up again. She finally met his eyes. Once she did that she wasn't so sure that she could even try to look away, even if she had wanted to.
"Say it again," he said flatly.
"Say what?"
"Tell me right now looking in my eyes just how much you hate me. Please, I have all day and am waiting."
"Leave me alone. I have better things to do then to listen to what you have to say," said Padme.
She watched as both his hands rested on her hips gently yet firmly, keeping her in place, not allowing her to move. Then she looked at his face which was even more stern.
"You will listen!"
She had never heard him talk to her like this before. He wasn't yelling at her though.
"Then by all means talk," said Padme as sarcastically as possible.
"What was last night about," asked Anakin.
"I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about."
"Hmm, funny. Either you can tell me what happened or I can tell YOU what happened."
"Anakin-"
"This is what happened."
Without warning his soft lips gently crashed into hers. A part of her wanted to push him away. But the part of her, the part that wanted him with everything inside of her, wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer, urging him farther. Neither one noticed both mothers watching from the doorway entrance.
"I remember when I was young, and in love," said Elektra Amidala.
The other mother smiled and nodded her head in complete agreement.
"Yes, things are going better than we could have possibly dared to imagine. Let's go back and enjoy the rest of lunch. They'll come in soon," said Amethyst Skywalker.
Both women walked into the house with smiles on their faces. Perhaps everything would work out after all.
***********
Padme pulled back from their kiss confused as ever. She looked at the ground until she felt a soft hand gently guiding her face up. She looked into a pair of gentle blue eyes. And for almost the first time he actually smiled. And she could do nothing but smile back.
She leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. When she was about to pull back he guided her lips towards his. Just when they were about to touch she pulled away with a look as if she had almost been burned.
"What is it," asked Anakin.
"What the hell are we doing," she asked slowly.
"We're not doing anything wrong. We've practically been engaged since the moment we met."
She gave him one look before running towards the back entrance of the house to avoid the adults. She ran to her room and locked the door. She then layed on her bed and cried.
*************
Padme woke later to knocking on her door. She sat up pretending she wasn't in there.
"I know you're in there. Open the damn door," came Anakin's irritated voice.
"Go away. I'm tired."
"No you're not. If you don't open the door I will go downstairs and tell everyone I think there's something wrong with you and everyone will check-"
His speech was interupted by the opening of the door. He saw the angry look on her face. She ushered him in before softly closing the door and locking it.
She watched him watch her. They both took seats in the sitting room that was connected to her room.
"What the hell do you want Anakin? What the hell is your problem? Why the hell can't you just leave me alone?"
"What's YOUR problem? Why the hell did you run away."
"Because I don't have to deal with you if I don't wish to. So, I left because I didn't want to deal with you."
"I doubt that's the reason."
"Well, then, Anakin, since you obviously seem to know- enlighten me," said Padme sarcastically.
"Fine. I will. You were scared."
"Why the hell would I be scared?"
"Of the way things seem to be changing..."
"How the hell are things changing?"
"Now, when I'm with you, I can't keep my hands off of you. Everytime I even think of you I want to crush my lips against yours."
"Well, you seem to be doing fine now..."
"No, I'm not. If I don't leave right now, then I'll come over the few feet to where you are- and-"
"Then don't leave," said Padme even surprising herself.
He slowly turned her around and gave her a dark look like she had always dreamed about. For once she refused to break the contact.
"You don't know what your saying. If you don't look away and let me leave right now, we'll both do things we'll regret later."
She still kept on looking at him, daring him to go through with it. She watched as he stalked over toward her, aware of herself inticipating his every move. Then suddenly their bodies were about as close as they could get. She still wouldn't look away and watched the tortured look on his face.
"Tell me you can't stand me."
"I can stand you."
"Tell me you hate me."
"I don't hate you, Anakin."
"Tell me you can't stand to look at me."
"I love to look at you."
Suddenly seeking lips crashed roughly into her, demanding entrance. She opened her mouth to his as their tongues clashed against eachother. She was aware as he pulled her closer to him. She was aware of what he did to her, but even more aware of what she did to him...
She watched him pull away from her as if he had been burned.
"You don't know what you do to me..."
"You don't know the tihngs you do to me..."
Then they stared into eachother's eyes almost excepting the things thathad forever been changed between them.
TBC
(I PROMISE!)