Okay, for the Obidala fans, sorry. This chapter is all Anakin and his love. Don't worry, I'll make up for it in the next chapter. Enjoy!

Chapter 6

Two weeks later, the gardens at the Senatorial complex were transformed into an outdoor wedding chapel. The Coruscanti holy man was standing at the front of the portable altar with the groom, Anakin Skywalker, and his best man, Obi-Wan Kenobi, along with three other groomsmen, his stepbrother Owen, his childhood friend, Kitster, and Jedi Padawan, Zett Jukassa, who was a junior groomsman.

The bridesmaids came up first, Katya and Sola, followed by Jessamyn. Finally, the matron of honor, Senator Padme Naberrie Amidala-Kenobi walked up the aisle. She smiled at the best man, who just happened to be her husband and winked, taking her place with the other girls.

Jobal Naberrie stood as her niece, Lara, was escorted up the aisle on the arm of her uncle, Ruwee. She was wearing the dress that Shmi had so painstakingly sewed. The dress was the color of cream with a fitted bodice, bell sleeves, and a full flaring skirt.

Anakin's breath caught in his throat as he saw her coming toward him. She was absolutely beautiful in the dress his mother had made for her. The headpiece she was wearing was Padme's, yet it complimented this wedding gown very well.

"Who gives this woman in marriage?" the Coruscanti holy man intoned, startling Anakin back into the present.

"Her aunt and I do," Ruwee said, gently placing Lara's hand in Anakin's. The older man then stepped back and the couple turned to face the holy man. As they went through the rehearsed rites of the Coruscanti marriage ceremony, Anakin could feel the peacefulness of the Force hovering nearby. Soon it would be time to complete their bond, something he and Lara had decided to hold out on until the wedding night, although it would've been understandable had they consummated their bond after the bonding ceremony at the Jedi temple, but they'd decided to wait.

Lara looked right into Anakin's eyes as they exchanged their vows. She could see the deep love in his eyes, and…something else, anticipation and nervousness of what was to come that night. He smiled down at her as he slid the gold ring onto her finger. She smiled back as she was handed the ring she was to give Anakin. "Please accept this ring," she said, repeating the holy man's words, "as a sign of my love and fidelity. With this ring, I thee wed. With my body, I thee worship, and with all my worldly possessions, I thee endow." She slid the ring onto his finger.

"By the power vested in me, by the laws of the system of Coruscant, I pronounce you husband and wife," the holy man said. "What the gods have joined here let no one put asunder. You may kiss your wife."

Anakin needed no prompting. He gently cupped Lara's face in his hands and lowered his lips to hers. The kiss they shared was a lengthy one.

Thirty minutes later, they were all gathered in the large assembly room of the Senatorial building, the room used for the occasional large banquet or two, for the wedding feast. When Supreme Chancellor Palpatine wanted something done, he usually went all out. And he'd wanted to throw Anakin and Lara a wedding ceremony and feast that would be remembered for generations in the Republic to come.

Beru was sitting with Shmi at a table near the wedding party table, and she finally seemed to relax. Owen had told her he'd finally turned over the management of the moisture farm to his uncle Kent, and made the move to Coruscant. Shmi was going to talk to the Jedi council about having Owen and Beru rent an apartment in the special wing where she was living. Just because Owen was now with his wife didn't make her any safer outside of the walls of the Jedi Temple. And now Owen was in Kent's cross-hairs as well, as he'd admitted to Shmi that he'd confronted Kent the night before Kitster brought him to Coruscant, and the scene had not been pretty.

Shmi shook her head to clear it. She would not worry about such things today. Today and tonight was for Anakin and Lara and the beginning of their life together, their new adventure. A tear rolled down her cheek as she gazed at the couple sharing their first dance as husband and wife.

"Why are you crying, Mother?" Beru asked softly.

Shmi turned to her, smiling through her tears. "Because that's my baby," she said, gazing at a smiling Anakin. "That's my baby boy all grown up."

Anakin hugged his mother tight, and then his sister-in-law and Padme. "So, this is it," he said with a laugh. "You guys are finally rid of me."

"Nope," Padme said. "I'm sure I'll still see you around, especially…" her voice trailed off as she recalled his and Obi-Wan's assignment with the Loyalist committee. "But, no transmissions to us while you're on your honeymoon. Whatever decisions we make and whatever issues that come up will keep until you get back."

"Yes, milady," he said with mock seriousness.

Padme then turned to her cousin. "And that goes for you too. Even senators deserve some time off. Obi-Wan and I will keep things under control with Bail and Mon Mothma until you two get back."

Lara nodded and hugged Padme, and then Obi-Wan just as Zett Jukassa came running up. "They just brought the speeder around," he said, referring to a couple of teenage Padawans who'd been entrusted with the task of taking care of the getaway speeder for the newlyweds.

The tone of his voice put both Anakin and Obi-Wan on guard. "Padawan, what did they do to it?" Obi-Wan asked sternly.

"Well, let me put it this way, Master," the boy replied with a laugh. "If Master Skywalker and his new wife wanted to lead a parade through the streets of Coruscant celebrating their marriage, they're all set."

Anakin couldn't help but laugh. He could just imagine the getaway speeder decorated with balloons and notes of congratulations. "Don't be too hard on them, Obi-Wan," he said. "They mean well and you know it."

The older man nodded. "All right, now you two need to get out of here. You're only prolonging the inevitable. It doesn't matter how long you linger with Padme and me; you're still going to get nailed with rice and confetti."

"Sounds like the best we can do is make a run for it," Lara said with a grin. While she and Anakin were going to Naboo for their honeymoon, spending two weeks at the house in the lake country, they would spend their wedding night at a nice hotel here on Coruscant, a hotel coming recommended to them by Senator Mon Mothma.

The newlyweds clasped hands and ran through the path their friends and family had made for them. Sure enough, rice and confetti was flung at them, which they both tried to dodge, but they still got hit. Anakin laughed and then kissed his wife in front of all of them before helping her into the speeder. Sure enough, it had been decorated, with Jawa juice cans on the rear bumper, and notes saying Congratulations Anakin and Lara, the Jedi and the Senator together forever, Just Married, and these notes were written in what seemed to be a deep pink soap.

"I think they missed out when Obi-Wan and Padme got married, because they were married on Naboo, at the lake country," Lara said as her new husband revved up the speeder and took off for the hotel. "So they're just making up for it with us."

They soon arrived at the nice bed and breakfast inn where they were to spend their wedding night. After checking in and taking the elevator up to the top floor where the honeymoon suite was, Anakin lifted Lara into his arms after unlocking the door to their suite. "We're going to do this properly," he quipped and carried her over the threshold.

"You never struck me as the superstitious type," she teased as their lips met in another loving kiss.

He kissed her brow. "I'm not. I just like to hold to tradition, that's all." Suddenly, he found himself seized by a seemingly uncontrollable urge to join with her. Their bond demanded it, yet, he wanted to take it slow, for both their sakes. It would be the first time for them both, and he wanted it to be memorable.

"First things first," he whispered. "We should deal with your dress."

She blushed. "Ani, it took three women to get me into this dress. Ummmm, do you think…?" Her voice trailed off as she felt the buttons being unfastened. A moment later, the dress slid from her body to the floor. After she stepped out of it, Anakin picked it up and laid it, almost reverently, on the chair next to the night table. The sight of her standing there in her slip and stockings was the most beautiful sight to him tonight. He gently lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bed. Laying her down gently, he gazed down at this beautiful woman, hardly able to believe that she was really his, and he was really hers.

Lara looked up at him, the look in his blue eyes making her heart ache like never before. She reached out and grabbed his hand, gently pressing kisses to the tips of his fingers. "Anakin," she whispered. "Please…take me…make me yours."

He didn't need to be told twice. He kissed her deeply, his hands venturing under her slip. Before long, she was completely naked and he stepped away to remove his own clothes. Soon, he slipped back into bed with her, and the bond demanded their joining. She looked up at him, a little frightened. He nodded and began raining kisses all over her body, hearing her soft cries of pleasure. Finally, he covered her body with his.

"It's all right," he whispered. "I'm nervous too." Slowly, he began to enter her. He groaned softly, going deeper within her until he reached the barrier keeping her a virgin. "Forgive me if I hurt you," he breathed as he breached her and soon was sheathed completely inside her. She cried out softly in pain, tears rolling down her cheeks. He kissed them away and held still until she was ready for him to go on.

After a few moments, the pain subsided and she nodded for him to go on. Gradually, they found a rhythm and began to move together. "Anakin…" she gasped as she clung to him, her hands tangling themselves in his hair. She could feel the Force surrounding them, their bond becoming stronger.

She gasped as they shared a climax that united their souls and joined their hearts.

She went limp beneath him as he eased himself from her warm softness and cuddled her trembling body close. "I love you, Lara," he whispered breathlessly.

She smiled up at him. "I love you, too," she mouthed. She reached up for one last kiss, and a few minutes later, they were asleep in each other's arms, the Force wrapping them almost cocoon-like in its essence, keeping them safe in their love for the moment.