Anakin seethed beneath his calm expression. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Dooku with his mother, touching and kissing her. As far as he was concerned, Dooku had no right to even be looking at his mother!
He was going to defeat Dooku and make him pay.
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Dooku sighed and buried his face in his hands after the holograms of the other Separatist leaders had faded out. Dealing with them was always stressful.
Shmi came up behind him and began to massage his shoulders.
The Count felt the tension slowly leave his muscles and leaned back into her touch.
"You have the magic touch, my dear."
Shmi smiled.
"Shall we retire for the night?"
"Indeed, love," Dooku purred.
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Anakin found himself subject to seeing the love his mother and the Count shared as he meditated and was unable to block it from his sight and mind.
Shmi pulled Dooku down onto her as they kissed almost frantically, tasting each other eagerly and greedily.
Anakin felt his anger and disgust towards Dooku grow as he watched this man, this traitor, kiss Shmi so intimately and passionately.
Dooku softly nibbled on Shmi's earlobe as she opened his nightshirt and ran her hands down his toned, muscled torso. Both were enjoying their little games.
The Count kissed his way down her jaw to her neck.
Their passion rose quickly and clothes discarded.
Anakin felt a little sick.
Love shining in his dark eyes, Dooku made love to his wife.
Anakin snapped back to reality, ran to the 'fresher, startling his Master, who was on the couch, ran to the toilet, and threw up.
"Anakin?"
Obi-Wan came in.
"Anakin, are you all right?"
The Padawan looked at his Master.
"You look awful."
"I just saw, in a vision of some sort, Dooku... make love to my mom."
Obi-Wan stared at him for a moment then seemed to turn a little green himself and made a gagging noise to show his disgust.
"Next time I ask and the answer is something like that, don't tell me."
Anakin smiled slightly.
"Yes, Master."