Updated: 08/21/2022
The Bounty Hunter: Ch. 7
Dinner is as good as it smelled and it's the first time I ever really felt like I was accepted, despite my past. Padmé's family doesn't even know me, yet they seemed to accept me with open arms, just like Padmé did. Before and after, I told her what I've been up to for the past decade we've been apart.
It's after we eat, that Padmé's hand finds mine under the table and she leans over to me, and whispers in my ear, "I'm gonna tell them."
She knows that she doesn't have to tell me exactly what she means by that. I know she's talking about our post-sex proposal that she accepted, and even a day later, I still can't believe she said yes. It feels like a dream that I never want to wake up from.
She squeezes my hand, and I nod, when she looks at me like she's waiting for a response. She smiles then, kisses my cheek and her smile grows. I'm probably sporting a smile just as wide and bright, it's the way I feel whenever I'm around her.
"Care to tell us, little sister, what has you smiling like that?" her sister, Sola asks, looking between us.
Padmé's smile, if possible, seems to grow even wider at her sister's question. "Anakin and I are engaged!" she comes right out to say.
Sola gasps, her mother does too, her hands flying up to cover her mouth in surprise.
Those gasps become smiles for the women, and Sola is the first to stand and come around the table. Padmé stands too and Sola wraps her up in a big hug. Her parents stand to and her father, who's sitting at the head of the table right to my left, reaches over and squeezes my shoulder. I join everyone else in standing and her father welcomes me into the family.
They all do, and it isn't long before Sola and their mother start talking about the wedding that we hadn't even discussed yet. Her father leaves them be and motions for me to join him as we head out the back door and into a large yard that's nice and green with lively green grass, that looks- and smells, freshly mowed, with flowers surrounding the sides and back of the yard up against the fence. They even have a little vegetable garden.
Her father waits until we're there before he starts talking. "Padmé seems to adore you, Anakin."
Honestly, "adore" doesn't even accurately describe what I feel for her. I don't think there's a word that exists that can wrap up all of the things that I feel for her. That's how strong my love is for her, and there will never be a day when I don't love her this strongly.
"Sir?" he repeats, then smiles. "You're part of the family now, Son. You can call me Ruwee."
Smiling back at him, I nod. "I adore her as well…Ruwee."
Ruwee is silent for a bit and despite the silence, it's not making me nervous. Though I don't know what to say really, we're both strangers. Never met or talked to each other, before today. And here I am, marrying his youngest daughter.
"Why don't you tell me about yourself, Anakin?" he asks, and I find myself unsure of how this is going to go but I promise myself to not be ashamed of my past or what I had to do. I don't regret it, and Padmé accepts me.
That's what matters most.
Only a few minutes later, I told Ruwee everything, just not in explicit detail. I told him that I was born into slavery, how I met Padmé, podraced to victory, and not only helped them get the credits to buy the parts for their broken down ship but also won my freedom. I gloss over my true feelings about the Jedi and their…reaction and rejection of me into their sanctimonious order. Then of me destroying the Trade Federation ship that was commanding the droid army over Naboo, of going home and everything that happened after that, all the way up to the last few days.
All a bunch of word vomit really, and like ripping off a bacta patch. It might sting at first, but the stinging pain fades away. I was ten years old when my work for Jabba started, hardly old enough or big enough to really be my own person like I am today. I might be a bounty hunter that works for Jabba, but I don't work for Jabba. I just accept jobs, fulfill the bounty, collect my reward and move on.
I don't live under his thumb, so to speak. He doesn't control me or my actions. Not anymore.
I'm my own man now.
Ruwee digests this and runs a hand through his shorter brown hair. "I can hardly fault you for the life you led. It sounds like you did what you had to do, and I can't imagine how hard life must've been under the clutches of the Hutts. I've been to worlds they've ruled over, even been to Tatooine once or twice as part of the Refugee Relief Movement." He tells me about some of his experiences with the Hutts, his visits to Tatooine- Mos Eisley, and of his work with the Refugee Relief Movement, and even that Padmé joined him for a little while when she was a kid. "I only care about a few things, Son.
"One, that you love her and treat her like the amazing young woman that she is." Already done, and I'll continue until the day I die, I think to myself as he continues. "Two, that you protect her and keep her safe." On my life. "And three, that you don't break her heart, because I might be a pacifist, but-"
"I get the meaning, and I promise that I'll love, cherish and protect her until my last breath." And I mean it. "Padmé means the world to me, S-Ruwee. I won't let her down."
He nods. "Good. Now, why don't you tell me, how serious are the threats against Padmé? I heard from the Queen that there were two attempts now."
Like I've been this whole time, I tell him the truth and what I know. He deserves honesty. "Viceroy Gunray of the Trade Federation really wants her dead. He's hired one of the most dangerous and expensive bounty hunters to kill her, and he won't stop until he has her or…until he's dead. And I refuse to ever give her up. I won't leave her side, no matter where we go." Besides now, of course. Even if she is only about ten meters away. "I might not be a Jedi, but like the last time, I can still sense the Force and when danger lurks nearby. I'll keep her safe, and if need be, give my life to do just that." Because I'll have to be dead before anyone takes her from me or harms even a single hair on her head.
Ruwee seems to understand the lengths I'll go to protect his daughter and nods approvingly. "Let's just hope that doesn't happen, Son. Padmé's suffered enough, I don't want her to suffer anymore, now let's go back inside." And we do, Padmé smiling at me when we return. That smile means the world to me, she means the world to me, I wasn't lying. I won't let anyone, or anything, come between us or our love, and I'll destroy anyone that tries.
That includes you, Jango.
Padmé already told her family that we were only there for a short time, just to drop by and talk before fleeing into hiding in their lake country home. The caretaker for her lake country home meets us in Theed and we drive to her lake country home in a water speeder, with the wind blowing in my face and water rippling as we fly just inches over it.
I've never experienced flying so close to the water before, and doing it in my ship or my N1 would hardly be anything like this. It's only one more thing to love about Naboo. Also the first world I saw with water- and by far, the most beautiful.
Paddy Accu, the caretaker of her lake country home, drives up to the dock and I help Padmé out of the speeder and onto the dock, where I take our bags from Paddy, we thank him and head up the stairs. Artoo joins us, and we're finally all alone.
Padmé must be thinking the same thing, because she leads me into the big, beautiful home that has me gawking and leads me upstairs, all the way down the hall and into what looks to be the master suite. She closes the door behind us and I barely have time to catch her as she throws herself into my arms, her arms around my neck and our lips crash together in a fury, like we've been apart forever.
I grab the back of her thighs and lift her up, coaxing her legs to wrap around my waist. Our lips brush and move in sync with flashes of tongue. Being between her thighs is the best position ever, and I grind my hardening cock against her clothed pussy, drawing a moan from her.
In a few steps, we're at the bed and I lower her to it and we start undressing each other until we're bare before each other's eyes. "Force, you're gorgeous." That's an understatement really, she's a lot more beautiful than just gorgeous, but I still haven't found the word that adequately describes her beauty. I'll be surprised if I ever do.
Padmé's eyes roam over me, just as hungrily as mine do hers. "You're not so bad yourself," she smiles in a teasing way.
"Mhmm," I groan, then spread her thighs apart with my hands, and bury my face between her legs to get another taste of her. Then another, and another, because I don't think I'll ever get used to how sweet and warm she feels on my tongue. It's like her beauty, on a whole other level. Divine. I make myself comfortable between her spread thighs, as I lick, kiss and suck her clit that's senstive and throbbing in need, and finger fuck her with two long fingers that I slide in and out of her with ease with how wet she is. "Like this?" I tease, looking up her decadent body from down here, her breasts bouncing as her chest heaves.
She can't answer me with words, just with sounds as she moans and her head's tilted back and eyes closed, I imagine, though I can't see them. Those sounds though make my cock hard, and my heart races. I need her so badly. I suck on her clit harder and faster, same with my fingers moving inside her, and then her hips come up off the bed and she cries out as her inner walls pulsate around my fingers and coats them in her cum.
I slide my fingers out of her, admiring how they glisten with her wetness. I wrap my lips around my fingers, tasting her once again and never being able to get enough of it. If I could drag my tongue over every inch of her, I would.
Padmé catches her breath as her dark eyes watch me. She licks her lips and rubs her thighs together, already wanting more. She's as needy as I am, and I'm not going to deny either of us of what we want. However, I want to try something different.
I grab her and pull her on top of me, helping her straddle my waist as I peer up at her. My hands stroke her hips and she sighs as I drag my eyes over her perfect body. This is the best view ever.
"Ride me, angel," I tell her, wanting to watch her bounce on my lap. I won't last long in this position because she's so beautiful, but I still want to experience it.
Padmé smiles excitedly at the prospect of doing something new. We can be as adventurous as we want to be with each other. We're comfortable enough with each other. She lifts her hips and strokes my cock before positioning it at her entrance and sinking down on it. She leans her head back with a moan as she takes me whole.
I groan at the feeling, my chest heaving. My hands grip her soft thighs, stroking them as she gets used to the feeling. I watch her slowly lift up and then sink back down. How does she feel this good even when she's going slow? She's a beautiful mystery, and all I can do is watch her gradually quicken her pace until she's bouncing on my lap. Her breasts bounce in sync, and her body is a masterpiece I can't tear my eyes away from.
"That's it, angel. That feels so good," I tell her to encourage her. I move my hands to her waist, helping her move. Heat and pressure grip me, intensifying with each bounce.
Padmé plants her hands on my strong chest, using the stability to slam her hips down harder. She fucks herself on my cock, moaning and whimpering because it feels so good. She drops her forehead down to mine, and I lean up to capture her lips. Our mouths meld together, our moans and breathes mingling.
I reach around and grab her ass, squeezing her soft flesh and guiding her movements. When she starts panting and moaning louder, I can tell that she's about to come. I just need to push her off the edge, and I know just how to do that. I grab her firmer and lift my hips, thrusting up into her at the same time that she slams down. I pound into her deep, so deep that she cries out in pleasure.
"Ani! Yes!" she gasps out, gripping my hair and pressing her nails into my chest.
I end up wrapping my arms around her, anchoring her body to mine as I thrust into her. It doesn't take long for her to fall apart, writhing in my arms as I chase down my orgasm right after hers. I come hard, my cock pulsing inside of her.
Padmé whimpers blissfully at the feeling of me exploding inside of her. She rests her forehead against mine as I brush a strand of her hair behind her ear. She smiles down at me, looking satisfied and tired.
"You're something else, Anakin Skywalker," she tells me.
"And you're everything I want and more, Missus Skywalker," I reply happily. I don't care that we're not married yet. That name is meant for her and nothing can tell me different.
Padmé presses one more soft kiss against my lips before resting her head on my chest. Her body settles against mine as she fully relaxes on top of me.
I hold her against me, soon hearing her breathing slow down. I know that she's dozed off, and I don't blame her. My eyes start to feel heavy too as sleep threatens to take hold of me. I want to stay awake just a little longer though so I can treasure this moment.
Every night for the rest of my life, I want to fall asleep with her laying on my chest. I love her in the big, important moments, and I love her in the small moments too. She means the galaxy to me, and there isn't a soul on any planet that can tear us apart.
Sorry for the wait, but I couldn't decide on how to write this chapter until just now when I sat down on a break from work and let my finger's type away. I hope you liked it!
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