Author:Hyyp chick
Pairing:Anakin/Padme inferred Obi-wan/Anakin
Raing:PG-13
Disclaimer:Lucas owns these boys, I just play with them a bit
"Where were you last night?"
Padme sat on one of the couches in her apartment in a formal senatorial costume. Her voice was a mixture of disappointment and accusation.
"At the Temple"
Anakin replied honestly and matter-of-factly, gazing out of the window over Coruscant, his back to the room.
"But you said you would come here, you promised" She hissed sulkily.
"Padme" He stressed impatiently "I can't be here all the time, I have to show my face there too, I am supposed to live there!"
"But you promised!" She whined, sounding a little too like Anakin for his own liking.
"I was sick okay!" He snapped, jarring his upper body round sharply to face her, angry heat rising in his cheeks.
"Sick?" She questioned with a sudden bout of concern. "Did you go to a healer? Are you okay?" She fussed, crossing the room to check him over for herself.
"It's just a virus" He dismissed coldly, avoiding her trepid searching.
"You didn't have to be on your own because you were ill, I would have taken care of you, I could have made you forget all about it" She smiled licentiously, her voice laced with innuendo.
She laid her delicate fingers on his upper arm. His body flinched and pulled away from her touch before his mind could engage to stop it. He guiltily turned away from her injured eyes and busied himself with creasing clumps of his cloak.
"Anakin?" She probed uncertainly.
"I wasn't alone. I stayed with Obi-wan" He replied distantly.
"Obi-wan?" She repeated, "You could have come here to me and you chose to stay with Obi-wan?" She seethed jealously.
"Yes" Anakin answered turning to face her, towering over her petite form.
"He knows how to take care of me"
"And I don't?" She bit testily.
"Not like Obi-wan" Anakin retaliated, full of pride for his former Master.
"And just what does Obi-wan do that's so fantastic then? What does he do that I can't? How did he care for you in a way I never could, Anakin?" She rushed argumentatively, her words loaded with implication.
"He fucks me like a dream" Anakin spat harshly as the lie fell from his lips before he could restrain it, his deepest fantasies thinking themselves out loud.
Padme stumbled backward, physically reeling from the shot. Her head turned from this way to that as if scanning the room would explain what she had just heard. In the end she returned her eyes to her lover let them beg him to take the hurtful words back. Anakin dropped his gaze to his boots, caught between lies.
"You and Obi-wan, you…" Padme couldn't bring herself to say it. Anakin nodded subconsciously. She swallowed a hard lump that had formed in her throat and threatened to spill tears from her eyes.
"How long?" She quizzed painfully.
"I-I…"
"Get out" She ordered calmly, her eyes tracing her nervously entwining fingers.
Anakin didn't need telling twice. He strode passed without even giving her the satisfaction of a second glance and closed the door behind him with a deafening finality. Padme held her composure for mere seconds before breaking down in a torrent of tears. She fell onto the couch and hugged a cushion close to her heart in an attempt to soften the blow. Minutes passed.
He had cheated on her. He had had sex with his Master, his tutor. How many times? Just this once? It didn't sound like it. More than once then. Lots? And for how long? Since his knighting? Before his knighting? When Anakin was still a Padawan?
Padme stopped crying and wiped away the stray droplets that remained on her cheek.
Before his knighthood. The idea had merit, and a vengeful smile curled her lips.
Hell hath no fury, as the saying goes.