Amidala now fully dressed looked at the young man sitting by the ledge. Wrapped in a sarong-made from the thermo-blanket. He was basking in the warm sun, his eyes closed, his head he leaning back against a small boulder.
The queen looked down at him quietly, Anakin opened one eye seeing her standing there he raised the accompanying eyebrow, questioningly. He was vary of her so close to him.
"So when are we leaving?" she asked coming to sit next to him. She offered some of the fruit that he had bought from the forest.
"As soon as my clothes are dry," He said munching into the juicy red fruit.
"By the way where are your clothes-don't tell me you'll be escorting me in that silly sarong! -Not after you nearly lost your life trying to save your pants."
"Thanks to you, my clothes are drying somewhere safe"
"Where?"
"There on top of that yonder tree." He pointed to a tree that grew at the end of the ledge, near some boulders. From its highest branches fluttered an array of clothing; prominent among them was his white briefs. Merrily dancing in the sun.
"Safe from the wickedness of a certain mischievous Queen."
Amidala giggled at the memory. She could laugh at it now, after it had all ended well.
"What's so funny he said.
She noticed that giggling was the one thing that unsettled the usually cool and calm jedi. She just shrugged. Anakin laid back on his rock, hands behind his head, looking at the clear blue sky. Two birds soared in lazy circles, their black feathers shimmering in the warm sun.
Amidala stared out over the green canopy of the forest lost in thought. There was a silent pause between them, making the chirping and twittering of bird and buzzing of insects distinctly audible.
"Padme!" Anakin said at last still observing the two birds in the sky.
"Huh!" She said breaking away from her thought. "He called me Padme which means he's forgiven me," she thought.
"You seemed in so much pain!"
"What! When?"
"Back there when you were sleeping. You were dreaming. I had to shake you out of it"
She gave him a blank look.
"Don't you remember? He turned around, leaning on the rock he looked at her intently.
"Well I…er." She hesitated. "Yeah! I was dreaming…but I'd rather not talk about it." She said looking away.
His face fell, "Hey! I didn't mean to intrude." Still looking at her. "You took my name!"
"I did?" She said in exaggerated surprise. But the heightened blush on her cheeks gave her away.
"Yes! not that it's the first time, though." He said straightening up and sitting cross-legged before her.
"You said its over! Then you took my name; you said something about some one being an angel. Which really piqued my curiosity"
She did not answer, merely looked away into the distance as she snapped a small twig unconsciously. Anakin sensed a sudden turbulence under cool façade. After another long pause, Anakin decided she did not want to discuss it. He would let it drop. He was about to move away.
"I dreamed that someone or something, I don't know what, was trying to…" She shrugged helplessly, then continued. "Two evil looking beings dressed all in black were trying to take my baby from me. It was so lifelike…this nightmare." She was clearly distressed.
"Your baby!" Anakin repeated. "So that's who the angel was you were talking about."
"You said it's over!" Anakin added.
She blushed again and looked away. Anakin thought he knew what the dream was about.
"Anakin it was such a strange dream…I saw myself getting married…then pregnant… " She took a deep breath as she examined her fingers closely.
"And then I actually saw myself give birth… it was so…traumatic, and yet when I held the baby in my arms it felt so fulfilling, like it had all been worth it." She looked away at the distant peaks behind him; reliving that moment, the joy the ecstasy! A smile crossed her face as she remembered the tiny little creature in her arms, cuddled against her breasts.
"Was it… mine?" Anakin blurted.
"What?"
"Was I the father?" He saw her eyes darken with anger.
"No!" What makes you think that," she said in a biting tone.
Anakin shrugged with a hurt look on his face. "Well… I figured it would be pretty odd for a bodyguard to be standing in the delivery room-even in a dream, unless the child was mine."
Anakin raised his eyes and looked at her defiantly, a look two people shared when they had something private between them. She turned away angrily, "How dare he give me that look!"
"Then whose was it!"
"It wasn't your!" She bit back in an annoyed tone.
"Look you shook me in the middle of my dream, I wasn't fully awake and somehow you merged into my dream at that particular point!" She said exasperated.
"Besides it's only a dream and the most crazy things happen in a dream so just forget it."
Amidala turned away, off course there was no need to mention that she actually saw herself conceive her child. She gulped hard at the memory…her blood began to race as she recollected the vivid dream of her first night with her husband. A tall well-built man was all she could remember, she never saw his face. But she recalled well the searing kisses, the warm caresses, the strong body enclosing hers…
Anakin stared in fascination as the queen's eyes dilated, lips parted and chest began to heave. It was the look of a woman in love. She was an open book. She was beautiful as is, but with that glow she absolutely radiated like an angel.
"Padme! Did you…"
She jumped up. "NO! I didn't…" She stopped short, then sheepishly, "did what?"
"Did you see his face?" Anakin asked innocently.
After a pause, "I didn't see his face, but… it wasn't you. The man was much older."
Then she sighed heavily. "One of the evil men said that it was his,"
She looked up helplessly at him. "Anakin I'm so scared and confused. I know its just a dream but…" Anakin reached out and touched her hand, she flinched as though burnt. She was hyper after reliving her dream, especially the part with the intimacy with her husband.
She was about to apologize, when Anakin suddenly sat up. "Ssshh!" He said perking up. They heard a low droning sound. Anakin jumped up, shielding his eyes with his hands as he scanned the sky for the source of the sound.
"It's a royal scout craft," He shouted.
The queen looked down at him quietly, Anakin opened one eye seeing her standing there he raised the accompanying eyebrow, questioningly. He was vary of her so close to him.
"So when are we leaving?" she asked coming to sit next to him. She offered some of the fruit that he had bought from the forest.
"As soon as my clothes are dry," He said munching into the juicy red fruit.
"By the way where are your clothes-don't tell me you'll be escorting me in that silly sarong! -Not after you nearly lost your life trying to save your pants."
"Thanks to you, my clothes are drying somewhere safe"
"Where?"
"There on top of that yonder tree." He pointed to a tree that grew at the end of the ledge, near some boulders. From its highest branches fluttered an array of clothing; prominent among them was his white briefs. Merrily dancing in the sun.
"Safe from the wickedness of a certain mischievous Queen."
Amidala giggled at the memory. She could laugh at it now, after it had all ended well.
"What's so funny he said.
She noticed that giggling was the one thing that unsettled the usually cool and calm jedi. She just shrugged. Anakin laid back on his rock, hands behind his head, looking at the clear blue sky. Two birds soared in lazy circles, their black feathers shimmering in the warm sun.
Amidala stared out over the green canopy of the forest lost in thought. There was a silent pause between them, making the chirping and twittering of bird and buzzing of insects distinctly audible.
"Padme!" Anakin said at last still observing the two birds in the sky.
"Huh!" She said breaking away from her thought. "He called me Padme which means he's forgiven me," she thought.
"You seemed in so much pain!"
"What! When?"
"Back there when you were sleeping. You were dreaming. I had to shake you out of it"
She gave him a blank look.
"Don't you remember? He turned around, leaning on the rock he looked at her intently.
"Well I…er." She hesitated. "Yeah! I was dreaming…but I'd rather not talk about it." She said looking away.
His face fell, "Hey! I didn't mean to intrude." Still looking at her. "You took my name!"
"I did?" She said in exaggerated surprise. But the heightened blush on her cheeks gave her away.
"Yes! not that it's the first time, though." He said straightening up and sitting cross-legged before her.
"You said its over! Then you took my name; you said something about some one being an angel. Which really piqued my curiosity"
She did not answer, merely looked away into the distance as she snapped a small twig unconsciously. Anakin sensed a sudden turbulence under cool façade. After another long pause, Anakin decided she did not want to discuss it. He would let it drop. He was about to move away.
"I dreamed that someone or something, I don't know what, was trying to…" She shrugged helplessly, then continued. "Two evil looking beings dressed all in black were trying to take my baby from me. It was so lifelike…this nightmare." She was clearly distressed.
"Your baby!" Anakin repeated. "So that's who the angel was you were talking about."
"You said it's over!" Anakin added.
She blushed again and looked away. Anakin thought he knew what the dream was about.
"Anakin it was such a strange dream…I saw myself getting married…then pregnant… " She took a deep breath as she examined her fingers closely.
"And then I actually saw myself give birth… it was so…traumatic, and yet when I held the baby in my arms it felt so fulfilling, like it had all been worth it." She looked away at the distant peaks behind him; reliving that moment, the joy the ecstasy! A smile crossed her face as she remembered the tiny little creature in her arms, cuddled against her breasts.
"Was it… mine?" Anakin blurted.
"What?"
"Was I the father?" He saw her eyes darken with anger.
"No!" What makes you think that," she said in a biting tone.
Anakin shrugged with a hurt look on his face. "Well… I figured it would be pretty odd for a bodyguard to be standing in the delivery room-even in a dream, unless the child was mine."
Anakin raised his eyes and looked at her defiantly, a look two people shared when they had something private between them. She turned away angrily, "How dare he give me that look!"
"Then whose was it!"
"It wasn't your!" She bit back in an annoyed tone.
"Look you shook me in the middle of my dream, I wasn't fully awake and somehow you merged into my dream at that particular point!" She said exasperated.
"Besides it's only a dream and the most crazy things happen in a dream so just forget it."
Amidala turned away, off course there was no need to mention that she actually saw herself conceive her child. She gulped hard at the memory…her blood began to race as she recollected the vivid dream of her first night with her husband. A tall well-built man was all she could remember, she never saw his face. But she recalled well the searing kisses, the warm caresses, the strong body enclosing hers…
Anakin stared in fascination as the queen's eyes dilated, lips parted and chest began to heave. It was the look of a woman in love. She was an open book. She was beautiful as is, but with that glow she absolutely radiated like an angel.
"Padme! Did you…"
She jumped up. "NO! I didn't…" She stopped short, then sheepishly, "did what?"
"Did you see his face?" Anakin asked innocently.
After a pause, "I didn't see his face, but… it wasn't you. The man was much older."
Then she sighed heavily. "One of the evil men said that it was his,"
She looked up helplessly at him. "Anakin I'm so scared and confused. I know its just a dream but…" Anakin reached out and touched her hand, she flinched as though burnt. She was hyper after reliving her dream, especially the part with the intimacy with her husband.
She was about to apologize, when Anakin suddenly sat up. "Ssshh!" He said perking up. They heard a low droning sound. Anakin jumped up, shielding his eyes with his hands as he scanned the sky for the source of the sound.
"It's a royal scout craft," He shouted.