Title: A Clever Seduction
Author: Chrissykat
Ship: Dormékin
Category: Drama/Angst/Romance
Part: Chapter 8 - The Aftermath
Rating: M Contains content suitable for mature teens and older or Rated R
Authors Note: Sorry for the major delay. I had to deal with some personal issues and then got very busy with school stuff. To recap, Anakin and Dormé have just rescued Shmi from the Tuskens. Anakin went all DS on the Tuskens, but was halted in his actions by Dormé. Now they are racing back to the Lars homestead with the injured Shmi. Will they be able to save her? Will Dormé confront Anakin about what happened back at the Tusken camp? Read on to see what occurs in the Aftermath.

Dormé had to bite back a sharp reply when Anakin asked if his mother was all right for what seemed like the millionth time. She knew he was concerned for Shmi's well-being, but it was difficult to focus on keeping his mother comfortable and answer a question she had answered numerous times already. Dormé gave him the only answer she could. "She's hanging on, how much further?"

"Were almost there, I can see the edge of the farm now." Anakin replied racing the speeder as fast as he could. In the distance, he could see the vaporators that outlined the Lars homestead.

As soon as the speeder came to stop in front of the homestead, Anakin jumped out, ran to the other side and lifted his mother out. Owen came up to meet them just as Dormé was climbing out of the speeder. "You found her." His face held a look of astonishment.

Glaring angrily at his stepbrother, Anakin hurried inside with Shmi. Dormé turned to Owen, "We're going to need a physician."

Owen nodded, irritated by Anakin's attitude. "There may be one in Mos Espa, but it will take time to get there and back."

"Then you better move fast. I suggest you get in that speeder and leave now." Dormé pointed back at the speeder then rushed inside after Anakin.

Anakin gently set his mother down, taking a seat on the floor next to her. She had to survive; he would accept no other fate. In times like these, he deeply regretted having so little talent for the Jedi healing arts. He had never excelled in the study of healing others. If only Obi-wan was with them. He was far more skilled in that area. Anakin picked up Shmi's hand, holding it in his own. "You're going to be okay mom. I promise you."

Beru and Cliegg were next into the room after hearing all the commotion. Beru immediately moved to Shmi's side. Cliegg held back, shocked at the appearance of his wife. "What have they done to her?"

"They nearly killed her." Anakin replied gruffly without taking his eyes off his mother's prone form.

When Dormé came in, she found Anakin cradling his mothers hand within his own. She placed her hand on his shoulder as she spoke to him. "Anakin…Anakin…" It took several tries to get her friends attention. Finally tore his eyes away from Shmi. "Can you help her Dormé?"

"I will do what I can. Owen has gone for a physician." Dormé knelt down next to Shmi, checking on the older woman's wounds. She looked up at Beru and Cliegg, "I think most of the bruises and cuts will heal, but if she has any internal injuries…." She paused, letting the others draw their own conclusions. Shoving aside the feelings of helpless that threatened to overcome her, Dormé continued, "I'll need some water to clean her wounds and some bacta if you have any, to treat the larger cuts, while we wait for the healer".

Anakin gave Dormé the room she needed but remained close enough to keep a watchful eye on his mother.

Without hesitation, Beru set off, fetching the necessary items. She returned with a wooden bowl, a cloth, and a small amount of bacta. "Here is the water, but I'm afraid we don't have much bacta left. We used a good deal on Mr. Lars when he was injured by the sand people."

"This will have to do. I'm sure the healer will bring more." Dormé replied with a weak smile and set about cleaning Shmi's cuts. Once the wounds were clean, she placed the bacta on the worst of the cuts then sat back on her heals with a sigh, thankful that her rough childhood had given her a sense of how to treat some wounds. "I've done all I know how to do. We will have to wait for the healer to know if she has any…injuries that we can not see."

Anakin knelt once more near his mother, his eyes lingering on Shmi's face. He reached a hand up to stroke her cheek. "Hang in there mom."

Hours passed before Owen returned with the healer. He led the doctor inside, moving over to Beru as the doctor stepped closer to Shmi. Anakin's refusal to move from his mother's side made it difficult for the doctor to examine her. "I must have more room if I am to do my work." The look he received from Anakin made him pause only a moment. "I understand your concern young man, but there is little standing about will do for her now."

"I'm not leaving her side." Anakin argued; ready to throttle the doctor for even thinking he would desert his mother.

Dormé placed a hand on Anakin's shoulder. "Anakin, he is right. You will not help her this way. Come; let the doctor do what he can for her." She pulled on his arm, trying to get him to come with her. For a moment, he hesitated, giving the doctor a stern look, then with a sigh, turned his gaze back to his mother and allowed Dormé to lead him out of the room.

The pair moved toward the room Beru had set up for them. Anakin slumped down onto the bed and Dormé sat down beside him. "You should clean up Anakin." She got only a slight nod from her companion. "I can see if Beru has something for us to eat?"

Anakin leaned over and put his head in his hands. How could this have happened? His mother knew the dangers the raiders posed as well as any other living being on Tattoine. She would not have ventured out without someone else so early in the morning. No, there was something else going on here. He was broken from his thoughts when he heard the water turning on in the fresher and saw Dormé coming back over towards him.

"I put the water on for you; it should be warm enough soon. I'm going to see what I can find for us to eat." Dormé stated as she patted his shoulder.

His stomach grumbled as a reminder that he had not eaten in sometime. "Thank you Dormé, food is probably a good idea." He got to his feet and closed the door to the fresher behind him.

Dormé watched him trudge into the fresher, and then walked back out into the main room. She saw Owen and the doctor moving Shmi to another room. She did not wish to get in their way, and so stepped over to where Beru stood watching, "How is she?"

Beru frowned before replying, "He's having Owen move her to her room where she will be more comfortable. He hasn't said much else." She turned her head away to wipe away the tears forming in her eyes. "She shouldn't have gone alone. I…I was supposed to go with her, but…but when I woke that morning she was already gone."

Dormé placed a hand on the girls shoulder. "If you had been with her you may have been taken or worse. I do not know Lady Shmi, but I do not think she would not have wanted you to suffer as she has. You can not blame yourself."

"But I do, I can't help it. She has been so kind to me. Owen says if I had been with her, we would have been able to protect one another." Beru whispered her voice heavy with sorrow.

Fighting back the urge to go and pummel Shmi's stepson, Dormé guided the young girl over to the table to sit down. "That is simply ridiculous. If anything when he learned his mother was out there alone, he should have gone to help protect her." She could not believe he would rather send his girlfriend out to possible capture rather then risk his own skin. "Where was he when his father was getting injured trying to rescue Lady Shmi?"

Beru wiped her eyes once more. "He…he said it was insanity and that they'd probably already killed her. He even tried to convince his father and the other men not to go, but Mr. Lars loves her so. He never would have abandoned her like that. If he'd not been injured in the first attempt, I'm certain he would go after the sand people again."

Dormé tried to offer what comfort she could, while devising ways in which she could tell Owen Lars just what a loathsome creature he really was. Cliegg Lars seemed to be a nice man, but his son was not on her list of favorite people. "She is home now with her family and that is what matters."

"Thank you for being so kind." Beru sniffled before pausing. "You and Anakin must be famished after your trip here and then rescuing Shmi." She stood up, "Let me see what I can put together."

"May I help?" Dormé asked. She loved cooking though the opportunity rarely presented itself in her current occupation. Beru smiled and the two women set off toward the kitchen.

Anakin stepped out of the fresher in a daze. The hot water had done little to wash away the image of his mother, broken and beaten. As he dried himself off and slippedback into his clothes, he could not help the irritation that swelled inside. If the Jedi Council had not prevented him from returning to Tattoine sooner he could have saved his mother from the torture she had suffered. Worried and frustrated, Anakin left the bedroom and strode down the hallway toward the sitting area. Finding no one present, panic quickly set in. He turned toward the kitchen area where he heard voices. He stepped into the doorway and spotted Dormé. "Where is my mother?"

Startled, Dormé looked up from stirring a pot of boiling vegetables. She could see the panic on his face and immediately felt terrible for not informing him about his mother. Putting the spoon down, she walked over to him. "The doctor had her moved to her bedroom so she would be more comfortable. Beru and I are making something for us to eat while we wait for word."

The panic that flooded his senses, dwindled slightly, but his eyes drifted down the hallway to where he suspected his mother's room was. Then he turned his gaze back toward Dormé. "I need some air."

Dormé nodded, "I will come find you when the food is done."

With a brief nod of his own, Anakin walked away. He needed a quiet place to think and headed outside to find one. After stepping outside, he looked up at the twin suns before striding toward the garage. Once there his hand drifted over some scrap parts for what looked like a swoop bike. While his mind raced with all sorts of thoughts, his hands set to work trying to fix the broken bike.

Dormé watched Anakin leave with a sigh then turned back to stirring the vegetable.

Beru cut up some bread, occasionally glancing over at Dormé and chattering on. Eventually, one of Beru's questions broke through the haze that Dormé had been in as she cooked. "What's it like there?"

Unsure of exactly what Beru was asking, Dormé replied, "I'm sorry, what was that?"

"On Naboo; what's it like there?" Beru asked again, setting the bread onto a plate and placing the plate on a tray.

Turning off the stove, Dormé ladled some of the broth into a bowl. While her mind was occupied with concern for Anakin and his mother, she did her best to answer Beru's question. "Um, it's very green, with lots of water and many trees. Not at all like here." She ladled more broth into another bowl, and then set both bowls onto the tray.

Beru nodded, placing some fruits onto the tray as well. "That sounds very beautiful."

Dormé smiled at the other woman. "Maybe one day you'll come to Naboo and get to see just how beautiful it is."

"Oh, oh no, I don't think so. Owen would never want to leave Tattoine and I just could not travel alone. Besides, I've never been all that fond of traveling anyway." Beru smiled sheepishly as she explained.

Dormé could not understand Beru's attraction to Owen. He seemed like a depressing sort of man and not very likeable in her eyes. If time permitted, she would have enjoyed trying to help Beru, but she knew there were other tasks that needed doing before she attempted to aid the lovely blonde girl. Picking up the tray, she thanked Beru for the food and set out to find Anakin.

He was standing in the garage at what she assumed was a workbench. "I brought you something to eat. You must be hungry." Dormé spoke softly as she placed the tray down. Anakin did not respond or show any sign that he had heard her enter, "Anakin?"

Only after she spoke his name, did the young Jedi speak. "The shifter broke. Life is so much simpler when you're fixing things." Anakin stated as he tinkered with the bike. "I'm good at fixing things…always was. But…I can't fix her." He blinked back tears, as he continued. "Why can't I fix her Dormé? I know I should be able to. Other Jedi could, why can't I?"

Dormé moved over to him slowly with a sad look in her eyes. "Anakin, sometimes there are things we can't fix on our own, even when we want to. We need help, everyone does. Even you Anakin, as much as you would like to be you are not all-powerful."

Anakin turned away from her and the bench, angrily. "Well I should be! Someday…I will be. I will be the most powerful Jedi ever!" He turned back around toward Dormé a look of determination in his eyes. "I promise you, I will even learn how to stop people from dying."

"Anakin…no one has that kind of power and no one should ever have that sort of power. People are not meant to live forever, no matter how much we may want them to. " Dormé started towards him, but stopped suddenly when he turned towards her once more, fury clear in his expression.

"It's all Obi-wan's fault. He's jealous! He knows that I'm more powerful than he is already." Anakin ranted, picking up a wrench and throwing it across the garage. "He's holding me back!" The wrench slammed against the wall then clattered to the floor. Breathing deeply, he looked at his hands, which were trembling.

Dormé stared at him in shock. She knew he was very upset about his mother, but the things he was saying were just so foolish. While she had not had much contact with Anakin's master, Sabé often spoke of how kind Master Kenobi was. She could not picture the man Sabé had described as the same man Anakin was currently berating. "Anakin, you know that is not true. I may not know Master Kenobi as well you, but of what I do know of him, I cannot believe that he is the sort of man to do something like that. Why would you say such a thing?"

Anakin paced back and forth. She was right of course. Obi-wan had never given him a reason to think such a terrible thing. The older man had been like a brother to him. Anger slowly gave way to sorrow as Anakin spoke. "I…I killed them. I killed them all, every single one of them."

The image of the dead Tuscan raiders was quick to appear in her mind. Dormé took a deep breath, trying to remove the horrible image before replying. "I…I know. I…I saw."

"Not just the men Dormé, but the women and…and I almost killed those children. If you hadn't…" Anakin continued his pacing. Back and forth he went, as if trying to get away from what he had done.

Dormé looked away, trying to grasp what he was telling her. "You would not have killed those children? I understand the adults; they attacked you, hurt your mother, you had to defend yourself, but…the children…you would not have…"

"They're like animals, and I slaughtered them like animals. I hate them! I hate them all!" Anakin's voice grew louder and louder as he spoke. "If I had the chance…I would have ended the lives of every last one of them."

This was not the young man she had come to consider a friend. Dormé shouted at him. "I don't believe what I'm hearing. How can you even think of…? They are children Anakin, innocents in all this. You can not hold younglings responsible for their parent's actions!"

Anakin shouted back at her, "And when they get older they'll become just like their parents. They will be nothing but monsters that will hunt and kill!"

Dormé shook her head and glared at him. "That doesn't give you a right to slaughter them. I understand your anger, but directing that anger at children who have done you no harm is wrong and you know it. " As she looked at him, she realized she was shaking with anger. His logic was so flawed and hurtful. In his mind, she should be punished for how her parents had treated her.

Anakin stopped pacing and looked at Dormé as his anger once more gave way to sorrow. He slumped down onto the floor, unable to hold back his tears. "I didn't…I couldn't control myself Dormé. I…I don't want to hate them, but it's so hard to forgive them. They almost killed my mother."

While she wanted to comfort him, Dormé was still too upset with him. She stood over him, frowning. "It is natural for you to be angry with them, but you cannot blame younglings for what happened to your mother. They did nothing wrong except be the children of the creatures who did hurt her and that is not a crime. It is only their misfortune." She looked away, her mind replaying images of her own sad childhood.

Anakin looked up at her with tear-filled eyes. "Your right, I know you're right about the younglings. I know I'm better than this. I know I am. I am a Jedi. Jedi are supposed to control their anger." He sniffled, wiping his eyes.

Dormé knelt down next to him with a sigh. While she was still disturbed by his behavior, at least he was showing some sense of regret. "It is not about being a Jedi or learning to control your anger, Anakin. We all get angry, Jedi or not, but when we succumb to that anger, when we let it control us, then we become no better than those who do us harm."

Anakin lowered his head. "I…I'm so sorry Dormé." He began crying again and this time Dormé gave in and wrapped him in her arms. They sat together for some time until Anakin had cried himself out. "Your mother is alive Anakin. You should be grateful for that. Perhaps it was not in the way you hoped, but in the end, you were able to save her like you wanted."

Anakin nodded, pulling away from Dormés embrace. Again, his friend was right. "Thank you Dormé. In all the chaos, I don't think I properly thanked you for being here and for helping me save my mom; for helping her."

"You don't have to thank me Anakin. I was just happy to of been some help. Besides, if your mother is anything like you, she will pull through." Dormé smiled weakly. They sat quietly for a moment before Anakin's stomach protested rather loudly. Holding back a snicker Dormé stood up. "I think maybe you should eat something."

Anakin smirked. "I think you may be right." He peered up at the nearby tray. "That smells pretty good."

Dormé picked up the tray, sat back down next to Anakin, then placed the tray in front of them. "I hope the soup hasn't become too chilled. While this is not my best effort in the kitchen, it is suitable for now."

Anakin had already dug in, chewing on a piece of bread and then taking a heaping spoonful of the soup. After swallowing, he turned to Dormé, "This is much better than some of my cooking attempts. Anyone who can make this stuff taste good is a miracle worker in the kitchen." He lifted the spoon out of the soup, letting the soggy vegetables slop back into the bowl.

"I doubt that, but I do enjoy cooking." Dormé blushed. She dipped a piece of her bread into the soup and took a bite. It was nothing spectacular really. If he thought this was good, she wondered what he would think of her special dessert.

They finished their food in relative silence. Dormé put everything back onto the tray then stood up. "We should go inside and see how your mother is fairing."

Anakin nodded before standing up. He quietly mulled over the things Dormé had said and done thus far, as they walked back towards the Lars house. She was unlike anyone he had ever met before. While she had scolded him as the council so often did, for some reason when the words came from her lips, they held so much more weight behind them. The reason for this would not become apparent to him until much later in their relationship.

Once inside they saw the doctor coming out of the bedroom and Anakin immediately inquired as to Shmi's condition. "She is a lucky woman indeed. A few more days and she would not have survived. Dehydration and malnourishment were beginning to set in. I can easily remedy those with a few nutritional treatments. She will be weak for quite awhile, I suspect, but in time, I foresee a complete physical recovery. However, I cannot say what her mental condition will be. There is no telling what horrors those beasts did to her. We will have to wait and see."

Anakin did not realize he had been holding his breath until the doctor had finished. His eyes closed as he sighed in relief. His mother was going to be all right. He felt Dormé squeeze his hand with her own relief. He was so grateful that she was there and that she cared so much about his mothers' welfare. "I'd like to see her."

The doctor frowned. "I have given her something to help her sleep. She needs much rest in order to heal," He looked at the young man in front of him and sighed. "But I see no reason that you can not sit with her for awhile, as long as you are quiet."

While Cliegg yearned to be by his wife's side, he knew how Shmi had missed her son and could see how eager Anakin was to spend time with her after all their years apart. He was not about to begrudge the boy that time. "You go and sit with her son."

Anakin looked down at the older man, remembering that this was his mothers' husband. "Thank you sir." He released Dormés hand, giving her a gentle smile before heading down the hallway and into his mothers' bedroom.

Dormé watched Anakin disappear into the other room. Knowing it was going to be quite some time before he emerged she decided to retire for the evening. Politely she bid Beru, Cliegg, and a surprisingly subdued Owen, goodnight before retreating to her and Anakin's room.

Anakin remained by his mothers side for most of the night. Only when he could not fight sleep any longer, did he finally agree to leave her in the care of Cliegg. He drifted, half asleep to his room to find Dormé resting peacefully on the bed. He watched her for a few moments, but did not want to disturb her by climbing onto the bed. He chose to sink down into a nearby chair. His eyes returned to watching her form until he too slipped into the darkness of sleep. Surprisingly, he slept rather soundly, waking only once for a short time after a particularly odd dream.

As the twin suns moved higher into the sky, he woke again His sleepy eyes surveyed the room, immediately noticing that Dormé was no longer there. Rubbing his eyes, Anakin pulled himself out of the chair and went in search of his friend. Quietly he crept out of their room and wandered down the hall. He peered into the kitchen and then into the main room, but she was not in either.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a small glimmer of light from outside coming through the outside door. As quickly and as quietly as he could, Anakin climbed the steps to the surface, worried that something had happened to his pretty companion. Once outside his fears diminished slightly when he spotted her sitting on a mound of sand.

"Dormé", Anakin spoke softly so as not to startle her. "Are you alright?"

The events of the previous day had taken a toll on the young handmaiden, bringing back many unhappy memories. Her sleep had thus been disturbed by unpleasant dreams a plenty. Hearing Anakin's voice, Dormé quickly wiped her eyes and turned to him with a smile. "I'm fine; I just, um, I couldn't get back to sleep." She glanced at the suns shining high in the sky. "I guess I'm not used to there always being sunlight. Do they ever set?"

He could sense there was more to her being up so early, but Anakin decided to humor her for the moment. "No, they never set completely. Most of the people around here are glad that they do not though. They fear what could happen to them if the planet was shrouded in darkness for any period of time."

Dormé nodded, "That's such a shame. One of the things I miss most when I must be on Coruscant is the sunrises and sunsets of Naboo. It is so crowded on Coruscant with all the buildings and such that there is no clear view of the sky from the handmaidens' quarters." She stood up and brushed the sand off her hands.

"I know of one spot on Coruscant where the sunrises can be viewed. That is when it is not cloudy. Maybe one day, I can show you. When all this is over I mean." Anakin asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Really, you would do that for me?" Dormé asked as she looked up at the young man in front of her.

Anakin smirked. "Of course, you've done so much for me during this mission Dormé. I mean, you helped me to save my mother. The least I can do is return that favor by bringing you to one of my favorite spots on Coruscant."

At first, she blushed when he mentioned the aid she had provided in retrieving Shmi, but then she remembered the awful nightmares that had plagued her dreams and she looked away. "I told you Anakin, you don't have to repay me for anything."

He placed a hand on her shoulder and turned her back towards him. The anguish pouring off her in waves was easy for him to sense. "Dormé, what's wrong? You said you couldn't get back to sleep before, but I don't believe it was because of the suns."

Dormé bit her bottom lip, pushing a strand of her hair out of her face. "It's nothing, just stupid dreams. I let them get to me more than I should have."

All too familiar with how dreams can affect someone, Anakin pressed on. "Tell me about them. I know it helped me some when I spoke to you about my dreams. Maybe it will be the same for you."

Looking back out over the vast desert, Dormé debated internally over if she wanted to tell him about her dream. What would he think of her if he knew the awful things she had dreamt? She felt his hand on her shoulder and made her decision. "The dream…it started off very nice. I was back in Uriash with my parents and…and for once, they were not fighting." Dormé recalled the overwhelming feelings of happiness she had felt in the dream "They were…actually paying attention to me." Dormé paused, swallowing the lump in her throat. "Then it all changed, as if someone had flipped a switch. They started arguing, throwing things at one another. I tried to stop them, but they just ignored me. My father disappeared, but my mother stood there staring at me. She kept saying it was my fault. That I had…that I had caused all the trouble between her and my father." Her voice broke as tears slid down her cheeks.

Anakin took a moment to take in what Dormé had said. He has sensed from their previous conversation on Naboo that her life back in Uriash had not been a pleasant one, but could her parents, her mother have been that harsh? "I'm, I'm sorry Dormé. I didn't…I mean, did they really treat you like that…your parents?"

Dormé nodded sadly, wiping her eyes. There was no sense in crying about it anymore. It was in the past. "They spent my entire childhood arguing. I tried so often to be the good daughter, but it was never good enough for either of them. The more they argued, the more my father drank and the more he drank the more they argued. Eventually, my mother washed her hands clean of the whole thing. She left him and me behind."

Hearing about how awful her childhood had been, left Anakin at a loss. He truly didn't know what he could say to comfort her and he had inkling that there was more to her tale. Having never personally experienced such treatment himself, he felt rather awkward for bringing the entire thing up. While there were times as a child that he had witnessed some of his friends going through similar experiences with their parents, he had no knowledge of his own to draw upon. "I don't know what to say Dormé. I am sorry that you had to go through that. I didn't mean for you to have to relive that painful time."

"It's not your fault Anakin." Dormé stated, brushing off his apology. "You don't have to apologize. It's silly really, but… seeing you with your mother and knowing how caring your relationship with her must be…I wish my parents had been as affectionate."

Anakin hated seeing his friend so upset and felt guilty for being partly to blame. He pulled her into a hug, not knowing what else to do and was struck by an odd sense of relief when she did not pull away. Unknowingly, one of his hands began to twirl a strand of her soft brown hair. "I am truly sorry Dormé," he paused, "but if it's any consolation, I think your one of the bravest women I have ever met."

Dormé crinkled her brow against his chest before lifting her head up to look at him before letting her eyes drop back down. "I hardly think that's true, but thank you anyway." As much as she wanted to believe his words, it was hard for her to think that she was worthy of such praise.

"It is true Dormé." Anakin lifted her head up. "I think you have a lot more strength and courage than you realize." His fingers swept the strand of hair he had been playing with, behind her ear. His eyes lingered on her face, putting her delicate features to memory, especially the tiny brown flecks that dotted her skin.

She smiled shyly before asking, "You really think so?" There was a longing in the tone of Dormé's voice, hinting at a need to hear the words from someone she considered a friend.

Anakin smirked, "Yeah, I do." As he continued to gaze upon her face, the same sensation that had come over him on Naboo when they had kissed returned. He leaned closer pressing his lips against hers.

At first Dormé was hesitant towards his advances, especially recalling how their first kiss had ended. Yet, this kiss felt far different. Something neither she nor Anakin would realize until much later was that in this moment, they had captured one another's hearts. For now, she lost herself in his tender kiss, believing that they were just friends.

Unlike the kiss on Naboo, this one did not end with Anakin pulling away. Instead, he drew her closer, reveling in the softness of her lips. She was nothing like Padmé, whom he had longed thought of as his one true love. Yet, since departing from Coruscant, he had thought very little about Padmé. Dormé was the one who preoccupied his mind. It should have bothered him, the idea that this girl, who he had thought of as only his friend, had taken over his thoughts, but for some strange reason it didn't.

As the kiss grew deeper, he felt Dormé's arms slowly wrap around his neck.

They stood, embracing in the sunshine of Tattooine. Neither understood the true magnitude of the feelings that were driving them. All they knew was each other and neither wanted this moment to end.

TBC

Well, they saved Shmi and Dormé gave Anakin a stern talking too about his actions, but will it be enough? Things are heating up between these two, but has Anakin truly forgotten his crush on Padmé? And will Dormé realize her true feelings for Anakin? Guess we'll just have to wait and see.