Hi everyone!
This piece is entitled… The Same Dreams. (S/O to Tatianna for that one. (Sorry, I'll stop mixing fandoms. And using double brackets. Two sins for the price of one! Buy One, Get One Free)).
For those who haven't read 'A Second Heart' I'll provide a brief summary:
Anakin and Padme fall in love in Naboo, declare love in Geonosis, his arm gets cut off by Dooku, you know the story. But. Imagine if, instead of him escorting her back to Naboo for her wedding, Anakin is sent directly off to war after his new arm is fitted, never seeing Padme again. Their love declaration is never confirmed, their feelings left up in the air. Padme waits. And waits. But after three years with no contact, no word from the man she thought loved her, she gets engaged to another.
And for a while, she's happy. She stops thinking about him. (Or at least tries.) In fact, where this One Shot starts, she hasn't thought of him in days! Weeks! (Not that she's been counting or anything.) But unfortunately for our dear heroine, you can control your thoughts, but you can't control your dreams.
This story is set a few months before Anakin's return, so it's still 3 long, torturous years since Padme saw him last.
AU. Disclaimer: I own none of these precious characters, except my OCs who are dotting about here and there.
Enjoy, and please review!
'And then Dukeson, standing up in front of the entire Sanitation panel, calls me 'The Hero of the Hour!' Can you believe it? Me? A Hero? All I did was reorder the Strategy points so that they read alphabetically!' Padme's fiancé shook his head, laughing as he reached for his toothbrush.
'Plus, if I had needed to point out my victory, I would have done so myself.' He shot his fiancé a lopsided smile. 'I don't need Dukeson's clumsy praise. I let my work speak for itself.'
Padme chuckled, running a brush through her long brown locks. She always thought it was cute when Tony tried to impress her like this. She smiled to herself in the mirror. No need to point out that the alphabetical ordering of the Strategy points had been her suggestion. Let him have his moment in the sun.
'Anyway, they were praising me enough as it is when they found out some other little triumph of mine…' he pulled her into his arms, linking his fingers through hers and stroking her new engagement band. It was so shiny, the steel new and bright. She hadn't got used to the heavy feeling of this new metal intruder on her hand yet. It was slightly too tight, pinching the inside of her finger.
She looked up at him, smiling.
'They found out we are engaged?'
'Yes they did' he pecked her lips gently, then leaned back. 'And can I just say, I am the champion of the Civil Service Sanitation project now! All those interns who thought I couldn't get a date with you can eat their hats!'
Padme noted a hint of arrogance across his kindly face. Although she didn't say it, her feminism was uneasy when he treated her like a prize.
Stop it.
Stop being a buzz kill. He's just being nice. Be happy you're with someone who's proud of you. Don't ruin this.
She smiled up at him. 'Well I'm glad they know. Now we can stop skulking around in corridors!'
'Precisely my dear' his hands rested on her lower back, lazily ensnaring her waist. 'No more living a lie!'
She subconsciously gulped.
That word choice brought back some memories that she had worked painstakingly hard to burry. Flashes of a fireplace, a night so hot that the very air was constricting, and, sitting so close she could almost reach out and touch him, was the man who she had almost almost forgotten.
Or so she told herself.
No. Not tonight.
She switched on her smile and laughed daintily with Tony. 'Exactly! Living that lie would have destroyed us.'
He smiled down at her, leaning in to softly kiss her ear.
Then her cheek.
Working his way down to her neck. When he reached her pressure point, he sucked lightly. She could feel the tickle of his beard on her skin. She flinched.
'No honey, not tonight' she said, laughing uncomfortably as she wriggled out his arms.
He looked disappointed. 'Why not? I want to celebrate my triumph by doing what we do best.'
He reached out to pull her back into his arms, but only managed to catch the tie of her robe.
'I know dear, but, tonight's not the night' she smiled, reaching into the cupboard for a tampon. 'Time of the month, you know.'
She smiled apologetically, feeling the guilt of her lie creeping over her face like a wave of heat. She could see him try to mask his irritation with understanding. And fail.
'Alright then.' He walked out of the bathroom almost too slowly, looking back pleadingly over his shoulder as he left as if she would have changed her mind.
Once he was gone, she put the tampon back in the cupboard, not able to look up into her reflection.
Don't over think it, Padme. You weren't in the mood. Not everything is so complicated.
Somehow, even this pep-talk didn't make her feel any better.
By the time she went to bed, padding quietly across the carpet with soft footing, Tony was already asleep. Or at least pretending to be.
She closed her eyes, trying to dispel the worrying gnaw in her gut.
She didn't remember falling asleep, but when she awoke it was to a startlingly different scene. Her bed was gone. All around her was thick, dense forestry. The air was thick with humidity, and thick rubber leaves engulfing the floor beneath her feet. Something brushed against her shoulder and she jumped, turning to see a vine, rich with pink and red blooms, had fallen from the tangle of greenery above her head.
Where the hell was she?
Her first thought was that this must be the future. Had she slept so long that she had woken up past the end of civilisation? Coruscant had finally fallen, the urban planet reclaimed by the vegetation that it had stifled for years. Well, it was a long time coming.
But then why was she still wearing her silk robe? Surely if she had slept through the collapse of a regime that had destroyed her entire apartment complex, her blue silk robe wouldn't have made it out intact?
She gulped. One thing was for sure - she wasn't going to get any answers staying here.
Stepping over the thick roots of a tree (and dislodging a family of ants in the process) she took a deep breath and walked forward. She needed answers.
Sadly, information was harder to come by than she had thought. (What? She had just woken up- groggy optimism was to be expected.) She was walking for about ten minutes, with nothing but rich shrubbery clouding her vision as far as the eye could see. In the distance, she could hear the cry of a jungle creature in the branches above.
Maybe it would have the answer as to what the hell happened here!
She powered forward, pushing down the feeling of panic in her stomach. She shrieked as her foot fell through a web of leaves into a squelchy puddle beneath, caking her silk blue slipper in a thick coating of mud.
If she was sure of one thing in this odd, upside down reality, it was that no one in the history of the galaxy had been as woefully unprepared for a jungle excursion. She decided there and then to crown herself as the first woman ever to scale the tropical depths in a robe and silk slippers.
Just as she was about to despair, she looked up to a glimmer of light breaking through dank air. She pushed a huge rubbery leaf aside, and gasped.
In front of her, bathed in bright white moonlight, was a rocky lagoon. Surrounded on all sides with mossy stones laden with flowers and vines, lily pads floating with poise atop the indigo water of its surface. The rays of the moon cast a spotlight over the peaceful scene. Even the animal howls in the distance had seemed to dissipate; only the sound she could hear was the gentle tweets of passing hummingbirds.
This place was ridiculous.
How had she suddenly been transported from the depths of a survival mission into a mystical fairy-tale? A thought suddenly crossed her mind- had she been kidnapped and trapped within a simulation? Was this the mysterious Sith technology that she had been warned about? She cursed herself for scoffing at the concerns of her security team. God, she was always so pig-headed, and look where it got her! Trapped in an endless simulation, unable to escape.
She was shocked out her panic suddenly as her gaze fell on something far more threatening by the edge of the lagoon.
A figure.
His back was turned away from her (at least she assumed it was a man from his strong shoulders.) He seemed to be fishing for something he had dropped in the pool.
Oh God.
Surely she wasn't going to…?
Her traitorous feet seemed to be moving forward of their own accord as she approached the figure.
He might have a way out of here. She gulped. Or he might turn around and slice you in half with a blade.
Could her subconscious save their internal battles for some other time? This was a crisis!
She was now dangerously close to the figure, whose back was still turned away from her. She took another step, standing on a branch which snapped with a deafening crack beneath her flimsy slipper.
(Oh, so now you are suddenly sturdy! As soon as this ordeal was done, she was going to write a strongly worded complaint letter to the boutique from which she had purchased these disasters.)
The strangers head whipped round before she had a chance to run.
Her stomach dropped.
The man's eyes widened slightly, evidently shocked to be disturbed from his reverie. He opened his mouth to speak, his lips slowly forming her name.
'Padme?'
Her voice was gone. This had to be a simulation.
With the only whisper she could muster, she spoke, unable to believe the word coming out her mouth.
'Ani?'
He took a step towards her.
'What are you doing here Padme?' his gorgeous face smiled calmy at her. 'I didn't realise you knew about this place.'
She was still far too shocked to form a sentence.
'I..um..H..how?' she whisper-spoke.
'You're a mess Pad.' He walked towards her, gently touching her robe, that was now caked in mud and torn by a branch. 'What happened?'
She looked up into his deep blue eyes and felt a wave of calm wash away her panic. She couldn't believe it. Anakin was here. In front of her. His strong hand running over her shoulders as he gently tossed her robe on the floor. She shivered as his touch sent a spark of electricity down her spine.
'Ani, why are you here?' She whispered, full capacity of her vocal chords still evading her.
'This is where I come to relax, Angel' he smirked.
How had she forgotten his smirk? And the ache deep in her stomach that followed shortly after?
'I am surprised you found your way here thought, I must say' he leaned back, taking in her dishevelled appearance. 'And wearing silk slippers none the less.'
His laugher, the humidity, the shock of waking up in a jungle all combined to the point Padme was almost swooning in Anakin's arms.
'Hey, hey Angel, you're OK, come on, I've got you.' Anakin's strong arms were suddenly lifting her up with ease and carrying her towards the water.
'Wait Ani, what are you doing?' The panic was suddenly back.
He laughed, mirth lighting up his beautiful face.
(She couldn't believe how handsome he looked! She had forgotten how his golden tan glistened in the moonlight, how his blue eyes made her forget her name, how his toned body looked in the tight black tunic…)
'Relax, Angel. You don't get a pool nicer than this one. You'll feel better in no time' he put Padme back on her feet standing on the mossy rocks by the water's edge. She couldn't deny it- he wasn't wrong. The water was a perfect warmth, and the glisten of the moonlight made the ripples cut through its surface like beams of lightning. Even the moss on the rock was thick and soft beneath her toes. It was like this place was designed to tantalise every sense, one at a time.
When she turned back, she saw Anakin slowly taking of his leather tunic and tossing it on the rocks by the pool. He sat down, undoing one boot, then another.
'Ani, what are you doing?' she giggled, almost losing her balance on the rocks.
'What does it look like I'm doing?' he grinned. 'I should ask you the same question, Angel. You're by the most beautiful secluded lagoon in the world and you want to stand on a rock?' he scoffed playfully.
She felt that familiar ache travelling from her heart all the way to the pit of her stomach. She hadn't felt it since… since…
'What are you thinking about, Angel?' Anakin said softly as he stood up, his tunic joining the pile of clothes as he stood before her in only his undershirt.
She gulped. She should look away.
She glanced at a cluster of purple buds nestled in the moss between her toes, her heart beating. When she looked up, she saw the undershirt had also been added to the pile. And his trousers.
Anakin stood before her, his chiselled body glinting as the moonlight gleefully illuminated it. Every inch of him was toned muscle. His defined stomach and strong arms were slim of build, but still impeccably defined. Her glance lingered lower. She gulped. His dick twitched slightly at her gaze, now semi-erect (or at least she thought- she had never seen anyone that big while flaccid.)
He was perfect.
She couldn't take her eyes off him.
When she looked sheepishly up, he wore a cat-like smirk from ear to ear.
'The water looks good Angel. Care to join me?' He walked into the midnight depths as she stood, frozen on her little rock like a fly on a windscreen, clinging on for dear life.
What the hell was happening? An hour ago she had been tucked up in bed and now she was about to go for a midnight swim with a man she had spent the last three years wilfully trying to forget? Whatever God was playing a trick on her, she surrendered. You've won.
Padme gulped.
Anakin was already halfway into the pool, his light hair pushed back on his head, a single curl falling down his forehead, grinning at her from ear to ear.
Well she wasn't going to get any answers standing here now was she.
Only one thing for it.
She reached down to the hem of her night gown, and, in one fluid motion, threw it over her head. She laughed wildly as it was submerged by indigo waves.
Shit. How was she going to get home now?
Don't think about that, Padme. Just jump.
So she did.
Anakin laughed as her drive drenched him in water. When she came up for air, she brushed her hair out of her face and looked at the gorgeous man in front of her. She suddenly felt overwhelmed by the urge to run her hands through his wet hair. The ache in her stomach was so strong, she was almost trembling.
They swam gently around each other in slow circle. Padme lightly treaded water as Anakin curled his body around hers, tantalizingly close yet not quite touching. He swam slowly around her as she kicked, breathing raggedly.
Then he was in front of her.
She felt his hands reach out and stroke her thighs under the water. The cold of his metal hand send shivers down her body, as his flesh hand travelled to her ass, pulling her close to him.
She didn't even think as she wrapped her legs around his strong body. Her hands were wound in his hair now. They were so close. She could feel his breath tickling her face in uneven pants as she whispered his name.
'Ani'
What was happening?
She stroked her hands gently across his cheeks incredulously, still unable to believe he was actually here. How was her here? There were billions of beings in the galaxy far more likely to be found chilling out by a secluded lagoon, and yet it was him who was here. In front of her. His dick, now fully hard, brushing against her leg.
He wanted her too.
She kissed his nose, his eyelids, and, finally, still moving slowly, kissed his mouth.
His lips felt like velvet against hers. She had forgotten what this felt like.
They deepened the kiss, their tongues slowly stoking each other as Padme wound her hands into his hair. Her body felt like it was on fire, the water gently stroking which ever area his hands left. His grip on her ass was making her weak as she ground her centre against the toned muscles of his stomach.
He broke the kiss, the gleam of a smile twitching on his lips.
He led her to the banks of the river, placing her on a smooth marble rock that was raised out of the water.
The air of the night shocked her exposed body, making her nipples stand up as Anakin gently pulled her legs so that she was seated on the edge of the rock. He was still submerged from the waist down in the indigo pool.
'Lie back Angel' he whispered. Her stomach dropped at his husky voice, thick with lust.
What was happening.
He stroked the insides of her thighs gently. She could barely breath. His hands left a trail of fire in every area they touched. She didn't even dare to think about what was coming next.
She closed her eyes in bliss as she felt his flesh hand stroke her clit. A bolt of pleasure cascaded through her as he moved his hand in slow soft circles, stroking her masterfully. He inserted a finger into her folds, eliciting a gasp. She was barely holding on, eyes tightly closed, overwhelmed by the blissful sensation, when she felt the warmth of his mouth take the place where his hands had been.
His tongue circled her clit and she thought she was going to die. He moved her legs onto her shoulders, resting them on the toned muscles of his back as he continued his sweet torture with his mouth, licking her up and down while his flesh thumb stroked her clit in time with his ministrations.
When his mouth committed itself to her, sucking on her clit as she writhed beneath him, Padme couldn't hold on any longer. She felt his hands gripping her leg as her orgasm tore through her, arching her back and as her vision completely blacked out.
She regained her sense, still shaking violently, as Anakin pulled her back into the warm pool and wrapped her in his arms protectively. He kissed her deeply, stroking her hair as she composed herself.
'That was… Ani…how did you…?' Words had not been her strong point tonight.
Anakin didn't seem to mind, laughing and nudging her nose with his. 'It's us, Angel. I just know.'
His blue eyes burned like liquid fire.
She couldn't wait any longer. She felt almost crazed by lust, her recent orgasm only teasing her tastebuds.
She pulled his down into a scorching kiss, gripping his toned arms as she sat him down on the rock, climbing into his lap as the water gently licked at their bodies.
He took her face in his, cradling her and kissing her deeply as she lowered herself on to his length.
She gasped.
He was so big. For the second time that night, she felt woefully unprepared.
He kissed her head, and gently moved beneath her. She gasped. Now she had adjusted to his considerable size, she was overwhelmed with the pleasure he gave her from every thrust. The electricity from his hands stroking over her back, her ass, leaving sparks in their wake, the velvet of his lips sucking on her neck and slowly moving to circle her nipple as she rode him, the unimaginable feeling of his dick stroking a place inside her she had never felt before over and over.
He picked her up, bringing them both down to the bankside, the grass thick with a layer of dew. He pounded into her, making her quake as the delicious feeling of them being joined, of his thumb on her clit, her hand stroking his leg threatened to tip her over the edge. She could feel the tension inside her building, feeling herself start to shake as she couldn't hold off her orgasm any longer.
She looked at Anakin's gorgeous face, forehead strained as he battled against his own release.
She couldn't hold it.
A torrent of pleasure hit her as her back arched off the ground.
She bumped her head.
Wait.
What?
She sat up.
She was in bed.
Beside her, Tony was snoring loudly, a long dribble of saliva bouncing up and down on his lips like a yo-yo. Her silk slippers were placed neatly by her bed, her robe hung carefully on the door.
The headboard on which she had just bumped her head was firmly behind her. She pushed it, testing to see if it was real.
What?
It had been a dream?
It had felt so real! She reached down between her legs- she was wet. She could still feel the ripples of aftershock from her violent orgasm causing her legs to periodically spasm.
It couldn't have been a dream!
What, fucking Anakin Skywalker in a forest lagoon? Yeah, screams realism that one.
She sank into the covers in shame.
She thought she had forgotten him. She thought the period of his gorgeous face haunting her dreams was over. The startling detail of his beauty that she had seen not five minutes earlier would beg to differ.
She sank down into the covers, cowering in shame and misery.
Why couldn't she forget him?
Poor repressed Padme.
I wanted to write this piece because, as we know 'A Second Heart' is a big old slow burner, and I had the writing itch flowing through me. (Ew, what a nasty metaphor! Sorry readers!) I amend that metaphor; I had the writing bug. That's better. Less vomit inducing.
ANYWAY! Don't worry, I will keep updating 'A Second Heart' soon! There's some juicy stuff coming up, and I hope this has tickled your fancy a bit!
Thanks so much for reading, and, as always, please review!