Title: Temptation
Author: May/Juvie
Rating: M
Summary: Anakin Skywalker walks out of the Jedi order to stay with a seven-month pregnant Padmé but when their past lovers come back, emotions run high. Can Anakin ignore feelings for Abbé or will Padmé run back to Palo? ROTS.
Disclaimer: I made all this up. All belongs to George Lucas!
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(¸.·´ (¸.·´·Chapter V: Art Museums & Soft moments·•
As Anakin & Padmé made their way through the scandal of Holo-Net reporters, they walked through aisles and aisles of beautiful paintings and miraculous sculptors. Padmé, on the other hand, was looking for a familiar face. Why am I acting like this? She thought with disgust. Am I willing to let this man in my life once more? She thought angrily. She looked up at her husband. Not a chance in sith's hell. Or so she thought. She stopped when she saw a familiar painting. Anakin looked at her curiously then looked up at the art that memorized her completely.
Padmé knotted her eyebrows. She didn't know why this piece of art confused her. Where did I see this before? She concentrated on the painting, finding some sort of clue of why this was so important to her. Anakin leaned closer.
"Padmé," He said. "What is it?" He whispered. When she didn't answer, he knew she wanted to be left alone. He stepped back and moved on to the next three paintings.
She didn't hear Anakin leave nor did she care. Her eyes still focused on the painting until she gave up. Was it the colors? The texture? The name?
What about the place?
Sith. She silently cursed herself. She lightly touched her lips. Our fist kiss. She cursed herself again. She sighed and looked around. Where's Anakin? She found him staring at a special Tattooine painting. She hesitantly looked at the picture again.
She felt a tap on her shoulder. "Excuse me, miss?" A deep voice called her. "I see you enjoying my piece of work. May I ask, do you love it?"
Padmé turned around to see Palo smiling. She smiled back and hugged him instantly. Palo hugged her, never wanting to let go. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the lingering moment. He stepped back and held her hands out. "Let me look at you." Palo smiled but faded when he saw her eyes swimming with tears. "Are you okay?" He cupped her cheek. She nodded.
"I just missed you, that's all."
What are you saying? A little voice told her which she chooses to ignore. Palo leaned closer, his forehead touching hers. "Is that all you miss?" He smiled. Pressing his lips to hers. To her shock, Padmé responded. Once she felt his tongue touch hers, she broke the kiss. As he was about to lean more for another kiss, Padmé grasped away from his touch and jerked her head to where Anakin was.
He's gone.
Padmé felt a lump in her throat. She swallowed hard, hoping he hadn't seen what he thought he had seen.
But you know exactly what he had seen… or heard. The voice taunted.
"Padmé?" Palo asked.
"Yes?" She answered.
"Everything… ok?" He asked.
"Um… yeah— uh Palo, I have to go." She said hastily. "I'm sorry, Palo. I hate doing this to you but, something came up."
"It's alright… I understand."
"Thank you so much Palo, I know you'd understand."
"It's okay, Padmé… really."
"Good-bye and take care of yourself."
"Bye."
And she was gone.
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2 minutes ago…
Meanwhile…
"I can't believe it." Anakin murmured angrily. How can she do this to me? He thought sadly. It's breaking my heart just by looking at them. He touched his lips. Was it the same? Different? Better? These questions were already tormenting him.
"Can't believe what?" A soft voice asked. Anakin turned around to find a tall blonde wearing the most gorgeous dress he had ever seen on anyone and holding a glass of Jawa wine. "So, how about that wife?"
He considered her words. "Honestly Abbé… I don't know."
Abbé held out a hand. "Come." She crooked a finger. He took her hand and followed her but quickly stopped.
"No." He murmured. "It's not right."
Abbé… nodded? "I understand."
Anakin smiled at her then leaned down to kiss her cheek. "Thank you." He whispered, and then ran off. Abbé smirked then looked back at Padmé and Palo talking. Better watch your back, you vapid whore. She thought evilly. I may be fucking with your husband before you know it. She thought before drinking the wine and throwing the glass behind her shoulder.