"Hmm," Padme moaned, stretching her arms past Anakin's face and moving up his body. Anakin had already been awake, just watching her sleep and enjoying the feeling of her soft skin against his. Now, as she carelessly sprawled her body across his, legs tangling with the sheets, he lightly traced his finger along her back, mainly the lower part.

"Good morning, my Ang-" He began, but she cut him off.

"Shhhh." The sound pressed through her lips lightly, and he gladly fell back into silence.

Sunlight gushed through the window and lay across their bare bodies, giving them a golden glow. Padme nuzzled her head into Anakin's broad shoulder and watched as the shadows of the speeders going by crossed his fit stomach.

Slowly, she slid her hand from behind his neck, down his chest, and let it rest, fingers splayed, on the lower portion of his hip bone. Her fingers couldn't get any closer to what lay just beneath the sheet, and when she pressed the tips of her fingers ever so lightly, he squirmed.

"Don't do that," he warned, and she could sense a hint of weakness in his voice.

Padme grinned mischievously up at him and pressed down again. "Why not?" She asked innocently, her eyes widening and the corners of her lips falling to make them heart-shaped.

"Augh." Anakin couldn't contain the small moan as he squirmed again. "Padme." He was pleading with her now.

Giggling, Padme pressed once more before trailing her fingers back up his chest and onto his cheek. She pulled herself up once more, straddling his waist, and bent forward, the sheets falling around them. Suddenly, she was full of life.

She leaned completely forward, pressing her lips against his, then, without pulling away at all, mumbled, "Dance with me."

He shook his head slowly, as to keep his lips pressed against hers, and smiled. "No, no," he mumbled back. "I can't dance. I'll just-"

Before he could finish his sentence, she stood, up gripping the sheets to cover at least the private parts of her body, and began waving her free arm and twisting her body. Their eyes met and a smile broke Anakin's lips, met by another of her cute giggles.

He just watched as she waved the sheets around her body and twirled ever so slowly, all the while humming her own made up tune enthusiastically. He loved the way the morning sun hit her body, making her seem Angelic, just like when he'd first met her. He loved the way she knit her eyebrows when she grinned down at him, and how she seemed to be in her own little world.

Anakin loved everything about his wife.

"And so you can see, we will need to send you and young Skywalker on another tedious mission very shortly." Adi Mundi concluded, looking to the side to his companion, Obi-Wan.

"I see," he mused, bringing up a hand to stroke his beard. "I'm not sure if it is wise to take Anakin away from the Chancellor again so soon. Perhaps someone else is fit for your missions?" That wasn't the truth. Obi-Wan had no concern for Anakin's watch on Palpatine. Instead, it was for pity of yanking the young man from his wife after he had been so happy, but, Obi-Wan couldn't exactly say that.

"No," the Master shook his large head. "The council has already decided it must be you."

Obi-Wan couldn't fight the council, even if he was a part of it. "I understand."

Just then, he spotted Anakin rushing towards them in a mess of robes. As he approached, Obi-Wan saw his hair was a tangled mop and he had obviously left the apartment in a frantic hurry. He was sure Padme's look would resemble Anakin's, but with a little more class and a little less 'I-just-had-aftersex-sex' to it.

Obi-Wan's companion recognized the same thing, and chuckled lightly to himself before breaking away and allowing Anakin to fall into his place.

"Master," the tousled man greeted him, pulling at his utility belt uncomfortably.

"You missed the final debriefing this morning." Obi-Wan did not look at Anakin. Instead, he continued to walk slowly down the hall and kept his gaze forward. Anakin, on the other hand, stared adamantly into the side of his former teacher's face. When he finally broke his stare, it was to glance, embarrassed, at the floor.

"I'm sorry, we... I..." He seemed to be at a loss for words.

"You're lack of excuses worries me, my young friend," Obi-Wan grinned, finally glancing to his side at Anakin. "Usually you're in full stock of those."

Grateful for the slight change in topic, Anakin looked up with a sheepish grin.

"They're never excuses, Master," he explained plainly. "They're simply... ah... more important things to do." Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow at this, unsure of how pre-work, morning sex was more important than a final debriefing, which was already important on it's own.

Waving this away, Obi-Wan fixed his gaze of the stone statue ahead of them. Anakin followed his gaze, and quietly admired the true beauty of it. As he was staring intently, a familiar figure passed through his line of vision. He turned his head in time to catch a grinning Padme, walking beside Bail Organa at the end of a large group consisting of senators and handmaids.

"Afternoon, Senator," he said, smiling humbly with a certain protective twinkle distinct in his eye. He nodded his head, as if quickly bowing.

"Afternoon, Master Jedi." She returned the head nod and gave him one of those hidden smiles you could only catch if you knew where it was hiding. Obi-Wan, too, caught sight of her, and noted that she donned the same hair style as the night before, except with more strands of curly brown hair falling into her face, and her skin glowed just the way Anakin's did.

As hard as they were trying to hide it, you didn't have to be a Jedi to sense the connection between Anakin and Padme, and it surprised Obi-Wan to know that so far their secrets, their love, had not been discovered.

When Padme and the other senators finally passed, Anakin tore his eyes away from her to look at Obi-Wan, unaware of the grin tugging at the corners of his lips.

"She's fantastic, Master," he confided.

"Be mindful of your feelings, Anakin. They betray you."

"I know," the grin faded from his face. "I've heard it before. You've told me all this before." It was true, he had heard it before. Obi-Wan had warned him that his thoughts would betray him, and the only difference now was that those thoughts had grown into feelings.

Before Obi-Wan could launch into a lecture on the Jedi way, Anakin spoke again.

"I deserve this, Master. I've followed the Jedi code- mostly- and I've trained hard. I've fought well in the Outer Rim sieges. I'm doing nothing wrong here." Obi-Wan didn't like the smug look on his former padawan's face.

"Anakin, we've got a new mission," he informed him, choosing to ignore his little philosophy. "The council has decided that, because of the time and our knowledge of the subject, we are the only Jedi suitable for this mission."

"It's a fact finding mission, isn't it? Master, why do they send us on these? They're only wasting our time," Anakin's tone had quickly gone from being sure, to whining. "Besides, I can't leave her. Not now. Not after only two days."

"We'll return soon."

"You said that last time and we were away for five months."

"This mission is different."

"How so?"

Obi-Wan stopped walking and gazed thoughtfully at the statue, contemplating whether he should tell Anakin or not. He moved to the wall, Anakin following him, and lowered his voice as he spoke.

"Years ago a Sith attacked us on Tatooine, after Qui-Gon had found you," he explained. Anakin nodded. He remembered Qui-Gon had told him to duck just in time. Obi-Wan continued, "That Sith killed Qui-Gon, and I in turn killed him. As you know, there are always two Sith, a master and an apprentice. Aayla Seccura has discovered something in the Outer Rim."

"So why can't Master Seccura handle it?"

"Because she's unsure."

"Master," Anakin's tone was getting even whinier, "I was just a boy. What do I have to do with this?"

Obi-Wan looked down his nose onto his former padawan, a distinct glint in his eye. "You are the chosen one."

Hm, I must admit, with each review I'm getting scareder and scareder I'll write something you guys won't like. I've come to the conclusion that you should tell me what you want. I'm not saying write the story for me, I'm saying tell me something like, "Oh, I want to see more of the Jedi council," or, "I want to see more of Anakin's transformation," or something just as simple. Hey, you can be a little more detailed if you like.

Another thing; My updates won't be very long or very often. Probably every 2-3 days and 4-5 pages on word. Sorry guys.

Kay, last thing. I haven't done it yet, but in the next few chapters there are going to be bits a pieces of a one-on-one rp I'm currently a part of, and I thought it'd be nice to give the other person some credit. So, here's to Courty.

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