Chapter 33 - The Chancellor's Office

Ahsoka sits with me as we speed back through the black void of space towards Coruscant. When we left the Resolute, Anakin insisted he go with me, which meant Ahsoka had to come with him. I smile at her every so often, but I try not to make her uncomfortable. There's a silence that hangs in the air, almost suffocating us. But neither of us dare to speak, so we just sit there, making the silence longer with every second.

I can feel myself getting restless, so I get up to stretch. Had this been my Nabooian Yacht, I would have been able to get myself a drink. But its the twilight, Anakin's little hunk of junk, so the most accommodation they have is a small cooler and a hard bed that comes out of the wall. I sigh, and stretch my arms, feeling my back crack as I do.

"So, senator," Ahsoka says suddenly, making me jump. "I was wondering."

"Is it something I can help you understand?"

"I think so," she continues, "my master is always telling me that he's the one who always comes to save you. Is that true?"

I nod. "Its kind of funny, actually. He saved my planet as a child, and I thought that would be the last i'd see of him. But I did see him, ten years later." I take a seat next to Ahsoka, crossing my legs and resting my chin on my hand. "He and Obi Wan were assigned to me when my life was in danger. The leader of the trade federation, Nute Gunray, was after my life. But Anakin protected me, and apparently did a good enough job, that the council always assigns me his services when I'm in trouble. So I guess you could say he's always rushing in to rescue me."

Ahsoka laughs. "I didn't think my master was telling the truth," she exclaims.

"Oh, Anakin rarely lies," I tell her. "He doesn't see the worth in it. You'll get what's coming to you one way or the other." I sort of laugh to myself, realizing that he's always lying, every moment of every day about being my husband.

Ahsoka shrugs. "I suppose I'll have much more to learn about him."

I give her a reassuring smile. "He needs to learn too, about you. He's never been very fond of children. But maybe you can teach him the worth of a younger mind."

She nods. "I hope so, anyway."

oOo

We arrive on Coruscant a few hours later, and I take a deep breath of the heavy planetary air.

"Senator, do you need any help getting back to your room," Ahsoka asks.

"No," I tell her. "But it would be good to have someone come with me when I bring this news to the chancellor."

Ahsoka almost jumps backward, and I can tell that she likes the chancellor as much as Obi Wan does, that is to say, not at all.

"Snips, why don't you go back to the temple," Anakin suggests. "The council will want to know about this. I will go with the senator."

She nods, grateful to get away from the senate building. "I'll be back as soon as possible."

"Take your time," Anakin says. "It'll probably be a long meeting with the chancellor."

"Let's go," I say, grabbing his sleeve.

"Meet back on the ship when you're done," Anakin calls, and Ahsoka waves back.

I pull him to the elevator, and punch in the top floor. From there is another, more secure elevator, that will take us to the chancellor. Anakin casually slips an arm around me, squeezing me close to him. I give him a look, but don't move away. Whether I want to admit it or not, I did miss him.

We step out of the elevator on the top floor and head over to the droid receptionist.

"Excuse me," I say, getting the droid's attention. "We need to speak with the chancellor. Is he in?"

"Senator Amidala, General Skywalker," the droid says pleasantly, "the chancellor isn't in at the moment, but he will be back shortly. If you like, you may wait for him in his office."

Anakin nods, but I'm slightly unnerved. We shouldn't be allowed up there without special clearance. But I can't look a gift horse in the mouth, so I smile and follow Anakin to the elevator.

"Isn't that strange," I ask him as we ascend. "We don't have the clearance to go up here alone."

"I do," Anakin says.

"What?"

"The chancellor and I have become close friends. He gave me permission to come up to his office any time, for any reason. We often have long discussions together."

I laugh. "You have 'long discussions' with the chancellor?"

"Yeah," he says, sounding offended. "We talk about the war effort. Is that so hard to believe?"

"I suppose not."

The door opens, and we walk through one last corridor to the office, where Anakin scans his comm device to let us in. The room is completely quiet, devoid of any other life than us. The couches are made perfectly, pillows propped up in just the right spot, all of the technology switched off, and large drapes drawn across the window behind the desk.

"I've never seen this place so empty," I breathe.

I hear a beep from behind and I swing around to look where it came from. Anakin grins at me, his hand moving away from the locking panel by the door.

"Did you just lock the door?"

"Yeah," he says, proud of himself. "Nobody else can get in here now."

I shiver, his voice suddenly activating something strange inside me. "Why would we want to keep the chancellor out if we want to talk to him?"

He takes my hand and pulls me close, his beautiful blue eyes stealing away all of my rational thought. "Because he won't want to walk in on us." His lips gently brush against mine, and my body leans in, accepting his kiss. He brushes a stray hair out of my face and holds my neck, angling my mouth to meet his more fully. I melt, my fingers tangling up in the fabric of his robe.

I pull away, what little control I have telling myself that we can't do this, not here.

"Its okay," Anakin purrs. "Come with me."

He grabs my hand and leads me to a small closet, completely empty of any clothes or cleaning supplies. He pushes me in first, and I feel the cold wall slam against my back as he joins me. I can't step back any further, and he's revelling in the close quarters. He lets his hands roam free, touching as much of my open skin as he can. Each small touch sends shivers down my spine, and I soak in the excitement. We shouldn't be doing this, not here. But every moment is like a lifetime, and I can't help but want more.

Anakin traps me in a cage of his arms, and my breath escapes me. He eyes are intense, and I can't look away, except for the moments when he kisses me. His tongue tantalizingly tickles mine, and I let out a gasp as his hands roam to my lower parts.

He gently presses through the fabric of my pants, stimulating the sensitive skin there.

"I love you," he whispers as he breaks away from my lips for a moment. "So much."

He slowly slips his hand under my pants, his calloused fingertips brushing against my entrance and my clit. He smirks when I gasp, and drives his thumb into my spot, making a moan erupt from inside of me.

"Do you like that," he asks, kissing the top of my head.

I can't answer, as he pushes more moans out of me, and my mind begins to fade into animalistic want.

Eventually, he moves his fingers away, slick with my juices. He licks it off, tasting my arousal and smirking.

"Delicious," he grins, getting down onto his knees for a better taste. He pulls my pants down around my knees, and spreads my legs for me, so he can reach me with his tongue. I feel the first swipe of his warm silky tongue against my clit, and my mind goes white, his movements pushing any other rational thought from my head. Instinctually, my hands knit into his hair, pushing him closer to my core. He laughs, and adds a few fingers to my entrance, stretching me. Its too much for me, and I cum, hard. The small closet almost echoes with the sound of my moan, and Anakin grins, looking up at me with a proud smirk on his face.

"We... Shouldn't have... Done that," I pant, my hands now moving to cover myself again.

"You seemed to be enjoying it," Anakin says, getting to his feet and giving me one last kiss. It tastes strange now, a new flavour from the taste of my cum.

Suddenly, we hear a knocking at the door of the office, and Anakin jumps to his feet, as I slip my pants back up and fix my hair. He rushes over to the door, unlocking it and watching as it slides open.

"Anakin," the chancellor smiles, gliding smoothly into the room. "And senator Amidala! What a surprise! I take it your mission went well?"

"No, my mission never took place."

He raises an eyebrow. "Whatever do you mean?"

"I was ambushed. The information you received from the banking clan was a lie. They sent me into a trap."

"How can this be? I thought the representative from the banking clan was trustworthy," the chancellor despairs.

"Apparently not," Anakin says, shaking his head.

"Senator, I'd like for you to stay home. Get some rest, regain your strength. In the meantime, I'll send a few clones to investigate. Perhaps we can get to the bottom of this.

I nod. "Thank you, chancellor."