Her heart was racing. She was waiting for him at the Jedi Temple. He would come there as soon as the Chancellor was safely returned to the senate. The gardens were empty. Two years, it had been two years. When he entered the gardens she knew it before any sound reached her ears.
He looked a little older, but that thought quickly left her mind as she found herself enveloped in his arms; his gentle voice whispering her name over and over, "Amira, Amira." He found her lips and kissed her urgently. She responded opening her mouth to him letting the kiss deepen; letting the longing, the waiting; the passion flow between them.
As she laid in his arms that night he gently kissed the top of her head, "I've missed you so much. It was so hard to send you away. I am sorry." She placed a soft lingering kiss on his chest, "I forgave you long ago. I understood why you sent me to Alderaaan."
His hand traced light lazy patterns over her bare back, "I've dreamed of being able to touch you like this for so long. Holding you again is paradise." She lifted her head and smiled at him, "Love me again.". His hands moved to frame her face and he pulled her into a passionate kiss.
After loving one another until nearly daybreak she asked the question, "When do you leave again?" He shook his head without opening his eyes, "I don't know." She continued, "But General Grievous has escaped, you'll be going after him."
He opened his eyes and looked at her, "Probably, I don't know yet. Certainly we have to get Grievous and we will get him, it's only a matter of time. With Dooku dead it is the key to reigning in the separatists and hopefully ending this war."
Amira let out a long sigh, "Ending the war, could it be that simple. Get Grievous and end the war?" He reached out and brushed a stray lock of hair from her face, "Perhaps." She tilted her head and studied his face and the look in his eyes, "But?"
He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, "I feel…uneasy." She propped up on one elbow and caressed his face with her other hand, "About what?" His eyes closed as he savored thetouch of her hand, "So many things. I can't put my finger on it."
She let her hand continue its caress down his neck and chest, "I have felt it too. This uneasiness; Bail brings disturbing reports to us from the Senate. The Chancellor finds ways to garner more power all the time. Bail does not have a great deal of trust in him."
His arm came around her and pulled her down into his embrace, "Yes, but there is more. I feel…I feel conflict within Anakin." She settled her head on his chest, "Conflict; about what?" he replied, "I don't know, but he has changed. I find that I do not like his closeness with Palpatine."
She wrapped her leg around his underneath the sheet, "I imagine having an ally as powerful as Palpatine could go to a young man's head, but you've trained him well Ben. No one could have done better. He is, as the Chosen One should be, a very powerful Jedi."
He rolled pinning Amira beneath him, "I don't want to talk about Grievous, the war, the Chancellor or Anakin right now." She smiled up at him, "You don't?" He shook his head,"No.", "Well then", she asked, "What shall we talk about?"
His lips descended on hers and he kissed her hungrily as his mind touched hers, "Nothing, no talking, no thinking, just FEEL." Her arms wrapped around his shoulders and she kissed him back. Their minds and bodies melded together becoming lost in the passion.