Amidala shot him another glare. "Padmé Skywalker," She thought as she stared at the young man on the couch," How coolly he said that, putting his personal stamp on me."
She tried to pace but the gown was hampering her, so she sat on the bed and stretching back her hands as far as possible in an effort to open the back buttons. "OH! This is impossible," She moaned as she shut her eyes to control her frustration.
Something soft and fragrant caressed the side of her face and her eyes flew open. It was Anakin. He brushed away the loose strands from her face with the flowers in his hands.
It tickled her ears and neck. Carefully he gathered her hair and pushed it in front over one shoulder. Anakin sat behind her and proceeded to unbutton her gown. Immediately she stiffened
"I think you should call the girls…" She began to protest. Anakin shushed her. The buttons ran all the way down to her hip; expertly he opened them, his touch sending shivers down her back.
When he had opened the last button he began to help her out of it, pushing the dress over her shoulders-she still wore the off shoulder blouse underneath- but she caught her hand over the gown giving him the look again. Anakin ignored it as he ran the tip of his fingers softly along her bare shoulders.
"Stop it Anakin!" She said in a low, rather meek voice as she squirmed under his touch, it assaulted her senses and she had to close her eyes. Slowly her hand fell to her lap, letting Anakin's invasive fingers travel down the length of her bare arm as he slipped her arm out of the sleeve. Soon the other arm was out too. Amidala clutched the gown to her breasts-in a last ditch effort to create a new perimeter against his bold forays.
Anakin didn't stop, his lips were searing her skin as he placed hot kisses on her neck and shoulders, sending her into ecstasy; she moaned and fell back against him. Anakin's arm came up around her waist lifting her on to his lap. She thought she would just melt in it as he began to nuzzle her neck and brush his face against her creamy soft skin.
Images of her parents, her advisors, friends and relatives and most prominently Panaka's stern look passed before her, all wagging their fingers at her. The pictures swirled in the storm of her emotions but she was as helpless as they were, swept away in a raging sea of emotions with nothing to hold onto.
She felt Anakin's hand on her face, gentle and warm as he held her by the chin and lifted her face to his. She gasped as his lips met hers sending bolts of hot lightening through her body. Overwhelmed by the new emotions she first pushed him away; then she surprised him by suddenly turning in his arms, entwining her arms around his neck and responding hungrily to him. Her breasts pressed against him kindling his desire and making him bolder.
Anakin's hand traveled up her back groping for the clasp of her blouse; she froze as her blouse came free.
"NO!" She screamed, suddenly pushing away violently from him, she scooted away from him. Anakin looked at her with dismay. She was leaning against the headboard, her gown bunched up around her waist as she clutched one end of it to her bosom, her hair in disarray. Anakin noticed that she was pale, her breathing ragged and she was trembling.
The sight of her so miserable broke his heart. He wanted to comfort her more than anything else.
"What is it?" He said as he drew closer. "Hey! I'll never hurt you. You know that." He said in a hoarse voice as he reached out to touch her but she cringed and pushed his hand away.
"You can let go! It's alright!" He began to whisper to her as he drew closer. For a moment she relaxed, Anakin put his arms around her and began to pull her to him. Then she stiffened and struggled to move out of his arms again.
"No! go away!" She hissed. "Leave me alone!"
Anakin refused to give up; he did not want to leave her alone like this. "Look, we can just be friends if you want to, I'll never impose myself upon you I promise."
She didn't reply and just stared ahead of her.
"Please don't turn your back on me." He begged in a low whisper as he reached out to her once more, suddenly she lashed out blindly behind her.
"Go away! You're making it worse for me."
Anakin reeled back not only from the physical blow-her ring edge caught the side of his eye cutting it. But it was the rejection that hurt the most.
He looked at her in disbelief as he took out a kerchief from his pocket and wiped at the cut, the white cloth was stained with blood. Then he just turned around and stormed out of the room, he nearly ran over the healers assistant who was just about to knock the door-she had a tray of tea and biscuits in her hand.
"Sir!" She called but he was already running down the steps.
She tried to pace but the gown was hampering her, so she sat on the bed and stretching back her hands as far as possible in an effort to open the back buttons. "OH! This is impossible," She moaned as she shut her eyes to control her frustration.
Something soft and fragrant caressed the side of her face and her eyes flew open. It was Anakin. He brushed away the loose strands from her face with the flowers in his hands.
It tickled her ears and neck. Carefully he gathered her hair and pushed it in front over one shoulder. Anakin sat behind her and proceeded to unbutton her gown. Immediately she stiffened
"I think you should call the girls…" She began to protest. Anakin shushed her. The buttons ran all the way down to her hip; expertly he opened them, his touch sending shivers down her back.
When he had opened the last button he began to help her out of it, pushing the dress over her shoulders-she still wore the off shoulder blouse underneath- but she caught her hand over the gown giving him the look again. Anakin ignored it as he ran the tip of his fingers softly along her bare shoulders.
"Stop it Anakin!" She said in a low, rather meek voice as she squirmed under his touch, it assaulted her senses and she had to close her eyes. Slowly her hand fell to her lap, letting Anakin's invasive fingers travel down the length of her bare arm as he slipped her arm out of the sleeve. Soon the other arm was out too. Amidala clutched the gown to her breasts-in a last ditch effort to create a new perimeter against his bold forays.
Anakin didn't stop, his lips were searing her skin as he placed hot kisses on her neck and shoulders, sending her into ecstasy; she moaned and fell back against him. Anakin's arm came up around her waist lifting her on to his lap. She thought she would just melt in it as he began to nuzzle her neck and brush his face against her creamy soft skin.
Images of her parents, her advisors, friends and relatives and most prominently Panaka's stern look passed before her, all wagging their fingers at her. The pictures swirled in the storm of her emotions but she was as helpless as they were, swept away in a raging sea of emotions with nothing to hold onto.
She felt Anakin's hand on her face, gentle and warm as he held her by the chin and lifted her face to his. She gasped as his lips met hers sending bolts of hot lightening through her body. Overwhelmed by the new emotions she first pushed him away; then she surprised him by suddenly turning in his arms, entwining her arms around his neck and responding hungrily to him. Her breasts pressed against him kindling his desire and making him bolder.
Anakin's hand traveled up her back groping for the clasp of her blouse; she froze as her blouse came free.
"NO!" She screamed, suddenly pushing away violently from him, she scooted away from him. Anakin looked at her with dismay. She was leaning against the headboard, her gown bunched up around her waist as she clutched one end of it to her bosom, her hair in disarray. Anakin noticed that she was pale, her breathing ragged and she was trembling.
The sight of her so miserable broke his heart. He wanted to comfort her more than anything else.
"What is it?" He said as he drew closer. "Hey! I'll never hurt you. You know that." He said in a hoarse voice as he reached out to touch her but she cringed and pushed his hand away.
"You can let go! It's alright!" He began to whisper to her as he drew closer. For a moment she relaxed, Anakin put his arms around her and began to pull her to him. Then she stiffened and struggled to move out of his arms again.
"No! go away!" She hissed. "Leave me alone!"
Anakin refused to give up; he did not want to leave her alone like this. "Look, we can just be friends if you want to, I'll never impose myself upon you I promise."
She didn't reply and just stared ahead of her.
"Please don't turn your back on me." He begged in a low whisper as he reached out to her once more, suddenly she lashed out blindly behind her.
"Go away! You're making it worse for me."
Anakin reeled back not only from the physical blow-her ring edge caught the side of his eye cutting it. But it was the rejection that hurt the most.
He looked at her in disbelief as he took out a kerchief from his pocket and wiped at the cut, the white cloth was stained with blood. Then he just turned around and stormed out of the room, he nearly ran over the healers assistant who was just about to knock the door-she had a tray of tea and biscuits in her hand.
"Sir!" She called but he was already running down the steps.