Anakin opened his eyes, squinting as the bright sunshine pricked at it.
"Stars its hot!" he thought as he rolled onto his back. He froze as something alive moved under him. Cautiously he turned his head behind him to have look. He was surprised and relieved to see that it was only the queen. She was now sleeping on her side with her back to him. He threw himself back onto the mattress heaving a sigh of relief.
"You did scare me little queeni," he whispered into her ears.
He had certainly not intended to sleep so long and take over her bed. I suppose I am in for another lecture on royal protocol he thought. Propping himself up on one elbow he looked at the Queen as she slept. She was so serene and...Beautiful Anakin thought with a sigh.
Bringing his arm over her head, he slid tentatively closer to her. He held his breath as he placed the other hand softly on her arm, his heart beating wildly. He closed his eyes as he savored her scent, His face buried in her still damp hair.
"Uhmm! Smells nice!" He said as he sniffed at her tresses.
He dared to be bolder. Gently he brushed away the brown mane covering her face as he looked at her longingly. She was his Padme through and through when she was sleeping-She was so beautiful without those affected airs of hers.
Just then Amidala decided that it was hot in the woolen cloak; she rolled around and began to stretch. One bare leg peeked out from the front opening of her robe. Anakin's eyes nearly fell out of their sockets as he looked at the smooth slim leg now lying casually across his thighs. He tried to move but realized he was paralyzed; his legs felt like a ton of rocks were pinning it to the ground. Both his hands were frozen in the air, in an 'I-didn't-do-it' gesture.
When she did not move, he cautiously eyed her from the corners of his eyes-eyes wide with dread. He sank back with relief when he realized she was still sleeping.
Slowly he reached out to the cloak and pulled it across her legs to cover them, keeping his eyes on her face the whole time-the sight of those legs was too disconcerting for him. His trembling hands scraped past her bare skin, Anakin pulled back his hands as though scalded, not taking those wide eyes of the sleeping queen.
The queen moaned as he pushed the now covered leg carefully away and freed his captive legs. He was about to scamper when the Queen grabbed his hand crushing it hard as she let out a loud moan; or was it a cry, Anakin thought as he looked at her baffled.
He was alarmed to see that her face was distorted in what seemed to him like extreme pain. She was covered in sweat and throwing her head from side to side. She must be having a bad nightmare Anakin figured and shook her shoulders.
It took some real hard shaking before she opened her eyes lazily. Looking up at him with drowsy eyes, she gave him a weak smile.
"Anakin!" she whispered sleepily," it's over at last!"
She reached out her hand to touch his face; it was cool and tender.
"Isn't he an angel!" she muttered as she drifted off to sleep again.
"What's over? Who is an angel?" Anakin questioned is curiosity piqued but she was asleep again with a contended smile plastered on her face.
Shrugging, Anakin put her down back on the pillow. Assuming that the heat from the sun had affected her brains he pulled the mattress, with the queen still lying on it, to the shade of a big boulder. Then he went of to cool himself in the ice-cold water inside the cave.
"Stars its hot!" he thought as he rolled onto his back. He froze as something alive moved under him. Cautiously he turned his head behind him to have look. He was surprised and relieved to see that it was only the queen. She was now sleeping on her side with her back to him. He threw himself back onto the mattress heaving a sigh of relief.
"You did scare me little queeni," he whispered into her ears.
He had certainly not intended to sleep so long and take over her bed. I suppose I am in for another lecture on royal protocol he thought. Propping himself up on one elbow he looked at the Queen as she slept. She was so serene and...Beautiful Anakin thought with a sigh.
Bringing his arm over her head, he slid tentatively closer to her. He held his breath as he placed the other hand softly on her arm, his heart beating wildly. He closed his eyes as he savored her scent, His face buried in her still damp hair.
"Uhmm! Smells nice!" He said as he sniffed at her tresses.
He dared to be bolder. Gently he brushed away the brown mane covering her face as he looked at her longingly. She was his Padme through and through when she was sleeping-She was so beautiful without those affected airs of hers.
Just then Amidala decided that it was hot in the woolen cloak; she rolled around and began to stretch. One bare leg peeked out from the front opening of her robe. Anakin's eyes nearly fell out of their sockets as he looked at the smooth slim leg now lying casually across his thighs. He tried to move but realized he was paralyzed; his legs felt like a ton of rocks were pinning it to the ground. Both his hands were frozen in the air, in an 'I-didn't-do-it' gesture.
When she did not move, he cautiously eyed her from the corners of his eyes-eyes wide with dread. He sank back with relief when he realized she was still sleeping.
Slowly he reached out to the cloak and pulled it across her legs to cover them, keeping his eyes on her face the whole time-the sight of those legs was too disconcerting for him. His trembling hands scraped past her bare skin, Anakin pulled back his hands as though scalded, not taking those wide eyes of the sleeping queen.
The queen moaned as he pushed the now covered leg carefully away and freed his captive legs. He was about to scamper when the Queen grabbed his hand crushing it hard as she let out a loud moan; or was it a cry, Anakin thought as he looked at her baffled.
He was alarmed to see that her face was distorted in what seemed to him like extreme pain. She was covered in sweat and throwing her head from side to side. She must be having a bad nightmare Anakin figured and shook her shoulders.
It took some real hard shaking before she opened her eyes lazily. Looking up at him with drowsy eyes, she gave him a weak smile.
"Anakin!" she whispered sleepily," it's over at last!"
She reached out her hand to touch his face; it was cool and tender.
"Isn't he an angel!" she muttered as she drifted off to sleep again.
"What's over? Who is an angel?" Anakin questioned is curiosity piqued but she was asleep again with a contended smile plastered on her face.
Shrugging, Anakin put her down back on the pillow. Assuming that the heat from the sun had affected her brains he pulled the mattress, with the queen still lying on it, to the shade of a big boulder. Then he went of to cool himself in the ice-cold water inside the cave.