Cars, Anger, and a Bit of Sexual Tension

Jordana, still angry from her conversation with Tahira, marched her way into the garage, ignoring the occasional cat call from other workers. She found Anakin still working under the same speeder he had been while talking to Dax.
"We have a problem." she said, slamming her hand on the roof.
"Yeah," his voice echoed from under it, "Who ever owns this piece of shit really totaled it. The window is shattered inside the door. Two of the doors can't even be opened because the the side is bashed in, along with the hood. There is a huge slice along the other side, and the insides are completely trashed. It's going to take us forever to fix this."
"This problem is bigger than the fucking speeder Anakin."
Immediately, he rolled out from under it, and she nearly had to keep her jaw from slamming to the floor. His shirtless form revealed a well sculpted chest, strong arms, and defined abs. Sweat, oil and dirt mixed and trickled down his chest and along his abs. She had never seen Anakin like this before, and heat immediately flooded her cheeks. For a second, she almost forgot why she was even mad.
"Jordie what is it?" he asked, placing his mechanical hand on her arm, "You've been crying."
"I just got done talking with Tahira."
"And?"
"She and Obi-Wan are together now. I don't know if or when she's leaving. She claims she still is but I just don't know."

Anakin was silent for a moment, trying to process what was just told to him. Tahira, the woman who had saved him and Jordana from certain death, Jordana's own master, was now sleeping with Obi-Wan. How could she? Obi-Wan had agreed to their execution.
"Does he know we're alive?" he growled.
"Not yet. She's going to tell him when they both leave the Order."
"That'll never happen, he loves his precious Council too much."
"Not from what she said. He wishes he never would have agreed with the Council."
But Anakin was too lost in his own anger to hear the last statement. He didn't even realized that he'd tightened his grip on Jordana's arm. He heard her faint whimper and immediately snapped back to reality. Her emerald eyes were turned away from him, but they still conveyed a deep sense of hurt and betrayal. He let go of her arm. If anyone had the right to be upset, it was her. After all, Tahira was her master. He wrapped one arm around her waist and pulled her into a hug. She rested her hands lightly on his hips and leaned her head onto his dirty chest.
"Don't worry Jordie. When, or if, they leave we'll tell them where we are. I'll just have to punch Obi-Wan once, twice, or perhaps several times for pay back."
He felt her body jerk slightly as she giggled, and she pulled back to look at him. Her light smile lit up her entire face, and her once sad eyes now shimmered as they gazed into his.
Gods, she's beautiful when she smiles. he caught himself thinking.
"Now come on, I need your help with this thing." he motioned to the mangled speeder behind them.
Her eyes bulged in shock and apprehension, "You have got to be kidding me. Anakin, I may know a few things about fixing speeders but I don't even know where to begin with that hunk of junk."
"Just rip the hood and all the doors off for now. You can handle that can't you?"
"Sure, I guess."
She walked over to twisted piece of metal posing as the hood. To her surprise, it lifted easier than expected and with one strong yank, the hood completely tore off. She stared in amazement at the jumbled mess of wires, machinery, and plugs.
"What the fuck?" she shrieked.
"That's what I said when I saw it."
"Let me guess, somebody did something really stupid with this?"
"Oh yeah."

That night, Anakin was with another woman in his dreams, his ex-wife Padme. Outside was the noisy traffic of Corellia, but inside his mind he was back at the Lake Retreat. The moons and stars radiated into their room, and the cool air crept over their bodies as they lay across her bed. He leaned in and met her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. However, when she broke the kiss, a strong breeze burst through the window. The light gale washed over Padme, and she began to disappear. Like grains of sand, she vanished into the wind and it carried her out the window, through the gardens, and into the night sky.
"Padme." he whispered sadly and he watched her float away. He couldn't hold on to her, couldn't keep her with him. As he prepared to face a lonely bed, he saw Jordana lying exactly where Padme had been.
"Jordie?"
"Hello there." she replied, smiling up at him.
Without hesitation or thought, he leaned down and kissed her deeply. She responded to his kiss, gliding her smooth tongue along his lower lip.

Anakin gasped as he sat up abruptly in his bed. He breathing was ragged, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.
What in the hell just happened?
One moment, he was lying in bed with Padme, and the next he was kissing Jordana. His mind raced and ached as he attempted to make sense of his dream. He then remembered his conversation with Dax from earlier.
"Dax." he groaned.
Dax had put all these, ideas, about him and Jordana in his head, it was Dax's fault he was going to have a hard time getting to sleep that night. As he lay back down against the pillows, he could still feel his heart hammering against his chest. Sleep would not come easy tonight. More images of him and Jordana flooded his mind, though he fought to keep them out. She was his best friend, he'd known her since they were both ten. Besides, how could he have moved on completely from Padme after only a little over a week? Anakin managed to convince himself that he was just rebounding from his failed marriage to Padme enough to drift into sleep. But he was going to talk to Dax the next day.