Rating: T

Genre: Supernatural

Summary: Not all outside are powerless. Or, the Jedi might have missed one.


A quiet breath behind her, a presence, the sweet smell of cooking food. "Hello, Ani."

Padme felt arms around her waist and a kiss on the nape of her neck. She turned to see Anakin smiling at her. "Hello, Angel. How did you know it was me?"

"I have my secrets." I don't really know. It was true. It was instinct, the way she could sense people around her, see things that others couldn't. She'd learned to trust those instincts. They had their uses in the political world she inhabited.

Anakin chuckled and kissed her lips. "I know. But we're married! We are a secret - shouldn't we be able to trust each other with ours?"

"We've had this conversation before, Ani. Who knows what could get out? No offense, but you aren't the best at keeping sensitive secrets."

"I'd argue with you, but you're right." They both laughed at that.

"Come on," Padme murmured, breathing in the not-quite-there, not-quite-gone smell of Anakin's fire and pulling on the edge of his shirt. "I'd like to capitalize on a certain aspect of our secret."


...Hello? Does anyone actually keep reading these?