Updated: 08/21/22
The Bounty Hunter: Ch. 5
My eyes snap open as danger floods my system. I immediately reach out with my honed senses and my head snaps to the right to see a droid cutting a hole through the window from the outside and two little creatures come crawling in.
I jump up, startling Padmé awake and reach my hand out for my repeating heavy blaster. It flies to me and I open fire the second it hits my palm. I take both of those things out in two shots and reach out a hand for the droid just outside the window. My eyes close as I focus the Force on the droid, pull it to me, it screeches in protest as the door slides open and a blue lightsaber snaps to life.
Obi-Wan's surprised, and not just at my naked state with my cock all hanging out, but at what he's seeing me do. I tune him out and pull the droid in through the window, breaking it and shoot the droid once. It falls to the carpeted floor.
"Perhaps you both should get dressed, then we should talk." His lightsaber deactivates and he leaves us be, motioning for the security team to stop when they arrive and closes the door behind him to let us get dressed.
Padmé looks startled, her eyes wide, the thin sheet covering her naked body. I walk around the huge bed to her and take a seat, pulling her against me and wrapping her up in my arms. She's trembling, and definitely not in the same way she was earlier tonight.
I kiss her on the head wanting to comfort her as much as I can. I don't like seeing her like this, which is why I want to remain by her side to protect her from danger like this. "It's okay, Padmé. You're okay, I won't let anyone harm you. Ever." And I mean that. Jango just moved from…friend to enemy in the span of two days.
Nobody messes with the people I love and gets away with it. I made a name for myself in the Outer Rim as a hardened bounty hunter, one who never stops until I have my target in my sights and dead at my feet or frozen in carbonite.
Jango is the same way, except most of his targets end up dead. He's the one who taught me a lot about what I know. Now it's time for the apprentice to become the master. And I will come, Jango. Count on it. You will not take her from me. I stew inside, but on the outside, I rub Padmé's back and hold her until she's ready to get dressed and step outside to the awaiting security team and handmaidens.
Padmé calms down in only a few moments. She never fails to impress me with her strength, which pairs perfectly with her beauty. We get dressed, I just throw a shirt and the pants on instead of that whole constricting uniform, and she throws on a different dress, since I tore up the old one and we step out of her bedroom. I stay close on her heels, my mind completely focused on what just happened and what lies ahead for us.
"They won't stop." I start, stating the obvious to everyone around us. "It's not safe for Padmé to be here. I think we should-"
Padmé places a hand on my chest to stop me. "I can't leave, I need to be here for the vote. This is important, it's why we came here in the first place. I can't- I won't, let Cordé's death be in vain. I owe it to her to do my duty."
Nobody challenges her. Though I can feel Obi-Wan and Typho both looking at me pointedly, as if I can make her change her mind. "Don't look at me, once she's determined to do something, she does it." Like she did me, when she was working her perfect lips down my cock with sheer determination and meeting me thrust for thrust, Padmé gets my double entendre and her face softens just a bit. "I won't make you leave, you're not mine to demand such, and even if you were, I'll stay with you no matter what you decide, Angel…but, surely, someone else can vote for you, so Cordé's and your security team's deaths won't be in vain. They wouldn't want you to- we- I don't want you to die." I steel myself, because she won't die.
I can feel her mind churning as she takes in what I just said. She's thinking about it, I suddenly realize. My chest even puffs out. "Not fair," she points a finger at me. "Fine. Jar Jar," she says, turning to the ever perplexed looking Gungan. "You need to take my place."
Obi-Wan nods his head to me only a fraction. He's pleased, that much is clear, he also has a lot on his mind and as Padmé tells Jar Jar what she needs him to do, Obi-Wan pulls me aside and motions to the veranda where we can talk alone.
"You and the Senator have grown close," he points out as he cuts right to the chase. "How long have the two of you been together?"
Despite agreeing with the Jedi Council that he wouldn't be the right master for me, not when he just became a Knight himself, I do respect Obi-Wan. He offered to leave the Jedi for me, but I didn't let him. It didn't feel right and I told him so.
The Jedi was all he knew. It's what he was- what he is. It wasn't who I was, or what I was meant to be. Meeting with the Jedi Council and being in their oppressive and smothering presences as they denied me a place in their sanctimonious Order, made me feel that it was the right decision.
I couldn't- wouldn't just leave my mother behind to be a slave. I couldn't live with myself if I did, especially if I never got to see her again. So I went back, after having a tearful goodbye with Padmé-
Shaking the thoughts away, I look out at the sky traffic. "Only since yesterday," my answer surprises him. "We only reunited yesterday. Well- two days ago now, I guess. It's a long story, Obi-Wan."
He crosses his arms across his chest. "I'm a good listener," he gives me that pointed look, and if it was any other Jedi, I would've given him a piece of my mind.
But he isn't any other Jedi. "When I went back to Tatooine," I start and tell him everything. He doesn't interrupt me once, and he keeps his emotions locked away so tight that I don't feel anything from him or even see any hint of emotion on his face.
Finally, he blows out a breath, walks farther out onto the veranda and stands stock still with his hands laced behind his back. "If you could change things, if you could go back and-"
"Obi-Wan don't," I interrupt him. "What I did wasn't your fault. You offered to leave the Jedi Order for me, trust me, I don't blame you for anything that happened that led me to this point. It had to happen, and this way, I don't have to shunt away my emotions or attachments. I could see and have the relationship I have with my mom- I could be with Padmé. If I left with you, and even if you taught me all you knew, all that Master Qui-Gon taught you, I wouldn't be here now, and there's no place I'd rather be."
Every word of that is true and I know Obi-Wan could feel it. I'm not ashamed of my past. I couldn't help being born into slavery, just as my mother couldn't help being take a slave when she was just a young girl herself. Despite being slaves, we had each other and that was all we needed.
But now we're both free, mom is married to a man she loves and I'm with the woman that I love. "I wouldn't change a thing," I smile. Sometimes, things work out in ways we don't expect them to. Despite everything that happened in the past, I found my way back to Padmé, and I can't be happier about that.
Obi-Wan nods and puts a hand on my shoulder, and squeezes it then pulls me into a bone crushing hug. I laugh and hug him back in surprise, Obi-Wan never seemed like the hugger type. "I'm proud of you, Anakin. I hope you know that." Stang.
Teary eyes twice in less than a few hours? Fuck, I can't even remember the last time I cried, well the last last time- nope, I can remember actually. It was the look on my mom's face when she married her husband and kissed for the first time as man and wife.
Patting Obi-Wan on the back, my voice is husky as I say, "thanks, Obi-Wan. That means a lot coming from you," it means more than he'll ever know.
His and Padmé's acceptance of me, fully knowing what I did for the past ten years hits me square in the chest. I thought they'd be ashamed. Disappointed. And that wasn't something I'd be able to live with. Definitely coming from Padmé.
He nods. "There's something else I have to ask you," he starts.
"Nobody taught me," I tell him, knowing that's exactly what he was going to ask. "As I became aware of the Force, when I went back to Tatooine, it started to become more and more a part of me. I would sense things I couldn't see or know. Feel danger. Things would just start levitating and flying into my hand." I shrug, not knowing how else to put it. "I don't know how to explain it any better than that. It's just…it's just a part of who I am."
Obi-Wan silently strokes his beard. He was clean cut last time I saw him. Now he looks like he's taking after Master Qui-Gon. I wonder if he's picking up any more of his habits.
"Nevertheless," he finally says. "You're right, she isn't safe here. I will return to the Temple and speak with the Council. You stay here and don't let Senator Amidala out of your sight. I will return as soon as I can." He pats my shoulder then leaves me alone on the veranda.
I'm not out here long before a scent I'd never forget wafts around me and arms wrap around my midriff from behind. I smile at the affection and cover her small hands with mine. She's right where I want her to be.
"I love you, Angel," the words come out before I could stop them and I could feel Padmé still. She pulls her hands and arms away, and before I could turn around to see where she's going, she leans forward, pressing her lips against mine. I don't move at first in pure shock. I was so scared to be rejected, but her lips are on mine, saying those words back to me in action. Then she tells me with words, "I love you too, Ani. As crazy as that sounds, considering that we just reunited-"
I kiss her into silence and hold her tight against me. I don't care about time. I don't care about distance. I'd travel across the whole galaxy to be with her, to spend the rest of my days with her. I can't think of a better way to spend my life. "There's nothing crazy about it at all, Angel, we're meant to be together." I know just how true and right it is as the words come out of my mouth.
Her lips are back on mine and she says, "I know," breathlessly into my mouth and nothing can stop me from carrying her right into her bedroom. I carry her there effortlessly, our lips not parting once the whole time and I settle her right back down on the bed. I pull her dress up to expose her pussy as I kneel in front of her. I bury my face between her thighs, kissing her clit before I drag my tongue over it. As my tongue flicks against her, I press one finger inside of her, soon followed by another one.
I curl my fingers deep inside of her, reveling in how tight and wet she already is. I wonder if she fantasizes about me, touches herself to the thought of me. The thought of her sinking her fingers inside of herself as she writhes alone in bed spurs me on. I lick her with fervor, thrusting my fingers into her steadily.
She pushes herself up onto her elbows, her eyes roll to the back of her head and her head falls back, and if I wasn't down here, tasting her and fingering her, I'd be up there burying my face in the crook of her neck and giving her a hickey. I much prefer being down here though, where I can see her falling apart and being the one doing it.
I never loved anything more than this, not even flying or using the Force can compare. There is a different type of thrill that I feel while doing this. Being able to make her fall apart with my fingers or my tongue or my cock amazes me. She's so sensitive, so ready for me. It drives me wild.
This is only my second time down here, and I know she loves me sucking and licking her clit and fucking her with my fingers. I want to find out everything that makes her writhe and cry out in pleasure. I continue my licking and thrusting, she's still going crazy, writhing, gasping and moaning, I want to see her shatter, so I start sucking her clit and two seconds later, her hips jump off the bed and she comes hard around my fingers and I can't stop myself from pulling them out of her and licking her cum from my fingers, groaning at the taste.
As if she isn't perfect enough, her cum has to taste just as amazing. I push myself up from the floor and lower the waist of my pants enough to free my cock. Padmé sits right up, takes me in her hand and starts bobbing her head, sucking me with fervor, as if this'll be the last time she can taste me,
"Just like that, angel. Your mouth feels so perfect," I groan, tilting my head up. When her tongue glides along the underside of my cock, I start to throb, feeling my impending orgasm but I pull back and shake my head.
"Not this time," I tell her, grabbing her hand, she stands and I flip her around and push her down onto all fours on the bed. The sight of her exposed and ready for me nearly makes me come right then and there. I don't think she realizes how gorgeous she is, and I can't help but bury my cock inside of her warmth in one smooth thrust.
Padmé gasps in pleasure, her arms shaking and threatening to buckle. She pushes her ass back against me, begging me to pound into her and show her how much I want her.
I don't hold back. I dig my fingers into the mouthwatering curves of her hips, holding her tight as I thrust into her over and over again. Harder. Faster. I clench my jaw, steadying myself as her pussy grips me.
"Ani!" Padmé moans, her voice filling the room. She lowers the top half of her body, pushing her ass up in the air and giving me the view of a lifetime.
I slide one hand down her back, gripping the back of her neck as I pound into her harder. I chase down our orgasms, wanting to feel her explode around my cock before I exploded inside of her. I can already feel my orgasm approaching. She just feels too damn good to last very long.
"Coming soon, angel. I need you to come with me," I tell her.
Padmé wordlessly nods, panting in pleasure with each hard thrust. She soon squeezes her thighs together as she comes, arms shaking and giving out beneath her. She presses her cheek against the bed as she gives into the pleasure.
I feel her tighten around me as she comes. I can only manage a few more thrusts before I'm right there with her, spilling deep inside of her with a grunt. I rock into her lightly before pulling out, soon seeing my come drip out of her. I don't think I've ever seen such a beautiful sight. I feel as if I've marked her as mine, and I want her to be mine forever.
I don't know if its the orgasm that loosened my tongue, or me just not able to hold it back, but I don't regret the words that come out of my mouth, and I would never take them back. "Marry me," I fall onto the bed beside her, watching her reaction.
It was her, after all, that she loves me too, and I know it might be rushed but...be it two days or ten years, I know I don't want anyone else beside me. She's the person who makes me feel stronger, who pushes me to reach my full potential. I want this woman, this angel, to be mine, to be hers and to one day- I stop my thoughts there, no need to think of that just yet.
She hasn't even said- "Yes," she says, coming to straddle my waist, a radiant smile on her gorgeous face. "Mhmm, Missus Skywalker, how does that sound?"
Her answer shocks me. I don't know what I thought, but I didn't expect any of this to happen. I mean, how can I not be dreaming? The only woman I ever loved, loves me and wants to marry me? "You- you mean it? You want to marry me?" the words sound as stunned as I feel.
She beams and cups my face in her hands. "I've never meant anything more than I do right now, Ani. I've never been more sure of anything, I want to be your wife. I want you to be my husband."
If she wasn't straddling my waist, I'd do a fist pump into the air with a "fuck yeah!" or something, but she is straddling my waist and her face is inches from mine, so I raise my head to hers and do the next best thing: passionately kiss my one and only, my angel.
The woman who will soon be Missus Skywalker.
Author's Note: I wasn't expecting that either, especially not so soon but...why wait? I was just typing away and it hit me. They clearly never forgot about the other, and they've never felt this way with anyone else, their love will only grow with time. They're soulmates in the very definition of the word.
I'm writing Chapter 6 now, but I'll give you a small hint as to what's to come...it's time to go home to Naboo and meet the Naberries. I'm following the plot of AOTC, with some changes, obviously. Anakin isn't her Jedi Protector, nor he is obviously a Jedi, he's now her fiancé and her family will no doubt be delighted for her- for them. They don't have to hide their love or engagement or marriage from their family or the galaxy, they can be happy and everything they ever wanted.
I won't tell you anything but that, but I'm back on schedule so the next chapter will be posted next Saturday morning. Hope you guys like the story thus far!
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