Anakin sat shirtless soldering parts together on a new motherboard for Threepio. He slipped and caught his human hand, "Damn it," he groaned shaking the burnt finger. The chime rang at the front door and got up to answer it. He opened the door seeing a very distressed Padmé. "You look like shit." He commented, earning him a death stare. "Just trying to ease the tension." He defended earning him an annoyed look. "Fine, Come on," he said grabbing her by the shoulder, gently.
"Thank you for answering so late in the afternoon." Padmé thanked as he directed her to the large sofa that sat in front of the mega holo screen. "I see you love black," she commented looking around the apartment. "It invokes no emotion, it's therapeutic to me." Her eyes drifted back to him as he came over to her, she stared at his shirtless form. Damn, I was right he is big. Padmé admired his physique.
"I-I broke it off with Rush." She found her voice. "I figured as much when you called me crying... You okay?"
Was he really concerned? he's so hard to read.
Padmé shook her head. "Far from it actually." Her lip quivered as she felt the sting of emotions rush back to her. "What did you call me for?" He questioned.
Padmé sniffed, "I- you're the only person I trust right now."
Anakin sat down beside her taking her hand in his, "I'm sorry Padmé truly I am." She smiled looking down. "It means a lot to me that you're here for me."
Metal tapping interrupted their moment at Threepio made his was through the living room. "Oh I'm sorry master I'll take my leave." He stated thinking he was imposing. "No, go fetch some Nabooian wine from the celler." Anakin ordered.
Padmé raised an eyebrow "You drink wine?" She questioned, as he didn't seem like the type of guy to drink wine. "I drink hard liquor the wine's just for show." He replied.
She nodded and looked down before continuing "It didn't go well with Rush."
Anakin squeezed her hand trying to comfort her. "What did he do?" He asked, was he leaning in? "He got, abusive." She stated softly seeing how he was inching closer to her.
Padme looked at his lips acting on instinct.
She met him half way kissing him hard, bringing her hand to his face to caress his rough cheek. Exactly what she needed, a distraction. He pulled her into his lap, hungrily kissing her; his hands tangling in her hair. "Are we really going to do this?" He asked panting. Padmé nodded, taking his mouth once more. She lowered the small strap of her casual dress, ever so slightly, as to entice him.
Anakin let go of her mouth to undo the series of clamps on his leather glove. He slowly pulled it off looking at her reaction to his mechanical arm, "I hope this doesn't turn you off senator."
Padmé grabbed it and examined it. "How'd it happen?"
"Maybe one day I'll tell you it, but right now isn't the time." He replied, moving setting her down gently so he could be on top. His hands gripped her dress and tore it half, he separated the fabric and looked at he bare form.
He swallowed nervously. Why are you nervous? You've slepted with many women why was she any different? Anakin questioned, but the truth was; Padmé was different than his normal affairs. He actually liked her and she wasn't known by all of Coruscant for the wrong reasons. This was a real woman.
He reached out and touched her with his human hand, slowly skating down her creamy skin. He then fumbled with the buttons on his pants as he slid them down to around his knees. The rumors were true, Anakin Skywalker was very equipped.
He leaned over her and set himself at her entrance, "Let me take care of you." He whispered. Padmé clutched onto him as he entered her.
"- I don't love senator." Anakin replied. "Then what do you do?" She asked propping her head up on his chest. "I possess." He answered truthfully, sliding a hand down her sweat slick body, grabbing her rear end. "What am I to you?" She continued to question.
"I don't know yet, right now; you're what ever I want you to be." He concluded sliding a finger between her wet folds. "I'm yours." She promised in a heady moan. "I could fuck you all night Amidala." He commented.
"Then why not?
"I have an early morning meeting with Palpatine tomorrow, I will be introducing your bill to him."
"I thought the deal was, you were gong to talk to Palpatine when I had finished spying on Rush."
"That was the deal, but I've altered it you've already done your part just by hurting him. The new deal is... I pass your bill as long as you submit to me." He explained. Padmé nodded. "I want Rush to suffer." She demanded taking Anakin by surprise. "I'll be sure to do that, you're not the only one he has hurt." He promised.
" I want one last round, Skywalker." She stated pushing him flush against the bed. "I like it when you take charge senator." He teased with a sly smile as she inched her way down his body.
"Now tell me son, why is it you want to help Amidala so much?" Palpatine questioned, sitting back in his chair. "Because I believe she is trustworthy." He spoke honestly.
"No one is trustworthy Anakin. You are sith, you should know that by now." He scolded. As his apprentice shook his head, "She's diffrent I can feel it."
Palpating did nothing but nod, "I will present this bill on the senate floor Monday, but I will not influence the votes; it will be entirely up to the senate."
Anakin nodded in agreement, "Fine... I have been working on the investigation which involves senator Clovis and Kenobi. So far all is falling into place," His master smiled. "Good! They can not impede on our plans."
Anakin got up and gathered the files. "I'll stop by the temple one day this week to talk to the council about help on this slave control bill," he stated walking out. He was about to turn the corner when he heard Rush's voice. "-the Dynasty? At six?" He questioned looking at his wrist crono. "I think I can make it." He paused listening to the person on the other end. "Yes- I love you too." He hung up the comm and was about to round the corner when Anakin stood up.
"And who was that Clovis?" He asked, backing him up into the wall. "I know it wasn't senator Amidala giving she was in my bed last night." He taunted,
"None of your business Skywalker and Good you can take her and add her to the collection of skanks you've slept with." Rush bit out, moving to escape the wall. "And where do you think you're going?" Anakin questioned, cornering him once more. "You hurt her last night, she told me everything."
"Sometimes women need a good smack around," Rush replied.
Anakin faked a laughed, reaching into his cloak. "I agree." He said pulling his lightsaber and saber-whipping Clovis in the face. "You ever lay your hands on her again I swear to God the other end of this saber will be lodged down you slimy throat." He threatened pulling back.
Rush held his head, groaning. "I should have you arrested for hurting me you stupid bastard!"
"Now who is stupid enough to arrest me?" He asked kicking Rush in the abdomen making him double over in pain. Anakin squatted next to him and made him look at the holo camera that hung in the far corner of the hallway. "You see that camera?"
Rush nodded, coughing. "My men control the whole senate security. I'm... Untouchable. And count on us attending your dinner tonight," He taunted getting up, leaving Rush curled in a ball of pain.
She was alone, the left side of the bed cold and empty. He was gone, at his meeting. Was this how it was going to be from now on? Her waking up alone? Yes she had the senate but Anakin was much more involved, he was practically second in command.
Padme stretched her arms high above her head; yawning mightily, pushing the covers off her nude body. She swung her legs over the low sitting bed and got up.
She examined the room and found Anakin had nothing personal, save a few spare mechanical parts and clothes, not even a holo of his family... Did he even have a family?
Padmé came to the dresser that sat next to the double door entrance and slipped on the black robe that looked to have been tossed without care onto it. She breathed in deeply, smelling the delicious spice smell of his cologne. God she loved the smell of him.
Opening the door the apartment sat in various stages of decay from last night's adventures.
A mumbling mechanical voice stopped her in her tracks as Threepio walked in with a trash bag. "-humans are so messy."
He stopped upon seeing her. "Oh- hello."
"Am I interrupting your cleaning?" Padmé asked. "Oh no!" He exclaimed. "I am C-3PO." He introduced. "Padmé." She replied taking a step further into the trashed living room. "May I get something for you?" He asked walking over to her.
"Oh, no... Wait- maybe you could tell me something's about Anakin?"
"I'm not at liberty to say much; but I certainly will try to accomidate you." Threepio said.
Padmé sat down on the arm of the black leather love-seat. "So.. Tell me about Anakin. What does he like?"
"Master Ani is not into many hobbies, " Threepio started as he walked to pick up broken pieces of a knocked over lamp. "He is into pod-racing, in fact he use to race when he was younger on Tattooine."
"Tattooine? Is that where he's from?" She asked. "Yes." He replied, examining the broken lamp. "He also loves droids, he built me when he was only ten years old."
"Ten? Wow." Padmé had to admit she was impressed so far. She looked around the apartment and noticed she didn't see any family pictures, "What about family?"
Threepio stopped and stood up to look at her. "I'm not at liberty to say."
"Thank you Threepio."
Padmé jumped when she heard Anakin's voice as he dismissed the droid. "You scared me I didn't even hear you come in." She said regaining her breath. "I'm sneaky like that." He replied coming up to her.
"I like the robe senator, very fitting." He flirted, looking her up and down.
She smiled looking down at her hands. "I was trying to ask Threepio about you."
"I heard." He replied sitting in the love seat and pulling her down off the arm and onto his lap. "Ask away." He whispered nibbling on her ear. She moaned as his fingers slid down the silk robe. "Well I heard you use to pod-race."
"That I did." He replied looking her in the eye. "I guess you want to know about me too then?"
Anakim smiled tracing the coard of the robe. "If it pleases you to know I know about you then go ahead."
"Well... I asked Threepio about your family, he said he was not at liberty to say."
"That is very private senator." He explained, "Maybe, one day I can tell you what I truly am but today is not that day."
"And why not? I want to know who I'm Submitting to." She taunts in a flirtatious tone. "It's a very personal subject that I refuse to talk about." He stated annoyed. "Fine." She breathed moving to get up. "And where do you think you're going?"
Anakin pulled her to him and kissed her softly. "I need you to get ready." He said in a softer tone. "Where are we going?"
"The Dynasty." He answered, "But first I'm taking you shopping for a gown to wear tonight,"
Shopping? Can't complain with that. She said to herself. "Okay."
Padmé got up and was about to enter his room when he called out. "I treat my women right Padmé. Just don't fuck up."
The gown he had picked out for her was gorgeous. Long and flowing, just how she liked it, he didn't let her know the price though. Which was a bit odd giving how frugal she was. Yes she could more than afford the gown herself but she never splurged. They pulled up to the Dynasty's valet parking booth.
Anakin got out and tossed the boy his keys. He walked to Padmé's side where he held a hand to her, helping her get out. "You look so beautiful." He commented, shutting the door. "You don't look bad yourself Skywalker." Then her eyes fell on the line of couples that ran down the stair way and onto the street. "I don't think we'll be able to get in."
Anakin smirked, "No worries."
They walked up the stair way and cut to the front of the line. "Ah Anakin!" A middle aged woman practically slithered her way to them yelled. Padme looked at her tan face and recognized her as the owner, seeing her on the cover of many cooking holos.
"Rose." He greeted with a hug. "This is my date, Padmé Amidala." He introduced a she pulled back. "Ah, yes. I know you, the beautiful senator from Naboo."
Padmé watched her intuitively, she was drunk, actually more than drunk she was totally shit faced. But the place was very successful how could she not celebrate every night? "I hope you saved my spot?" Anakin asked her, bringing Padmé out of her thoughts.
"Oh yes of course, right this way." Rose replied grabbing two menus and started up set of steps that led into the main dining room. Padmé looked over the decor, awe struck. She had heard from many colleagues that this place was breathtaking. But now she could see it with her own eyes and force were they right. Greats chandeliers hung over the mass hall as many balconies towered up, seating the richest people in the Galaxy.
Rose lead them outside to a table that held the most beautiful view of Coruscant she had every seen. "Let me know if you need anything else." She flirted, tracing Anakin's neck with her manicured nail. Anakin paid her no mind as he opened his menu.
Feeling the pang of jealousy emanating from Padmé he sent Rose off. "Get us your finest wine I don't care the cost."
Padmé smiled knowing he shooed the womp rat away for her, opening her menu she nearly choked at the prices. Five hundred credits for a piece of Shakk meat!? She exclaimed in her head. Yes she could afford it and yes she could afford the dress she had on but she would never pay hundreds of credits for a regular slab of meat. Not while millions starved in the galaxy.
Something caught her eye and it wasn't on the menu. She spotted Rush, hobbling to his table. "Rush.." She breathed, catching Anakin's attention.
He turned to watch Rush move gingerly and smiled. "I wonder what happened to him?" He played concerned. Yes everything is going as planned... He remarked in his head. "Just focus on us Padmé."
"I can't..." She whispered watching him sit down with one of the many women she had seen in the holos. A pang of anger was felt as his date scooted next to him in the circular booth, kissing his neck. He looked up and caught Padmé looking catching her gaze, he turned the second Anakin looked back at him. "Oh my god... You did that too him!" She exclaimed. Anakin lowered the menu. "He hurt you... I hurt him back." He replied steadily.
"He looks really bad Anakin." Padmé commented. Did he care that much about her to get so violent? "As I said before, you are not the only one to be hurt by him." He was short with his answer as if he didn't want to talk about it. "Did you bring me here just for this reason? For me to see him?" She pushed further.
Anakin sighed. "I wanted to show you that I can make things happen."
"And why do that?" She asked, with a raised eyebrow.
"Because,.." He stopped when he read her thoughts. 'He likes me!...' Oh god He muttered internally.
He couldn't go through with feelings again. "Just what are you implying senator?" He took the safe route throwing the ball back in her court.
"I'm not implying anything." She replied casually tracing a finger around the rim of her empty wine glass. "No, no, no... You can't do that." He laughed. "Do what?" Her eyes meeting his gaze.
"You can't say one thing but want another. I read your thoughts, you like me. Admit it."
Padmé sighed propping her head on her hand as she stared down at the menu. Asshole
"hey I heard that!"
Padmé smiled, "good." And sat up straight as Rose came back with a bottle of wine. "Fifty years old and taste divine. Last one in the case." She announced popping the bottle open.
Rose poured some out to Anakin. He tasted it nodding in approval. "Very good."
She sat the bottle down in an ice bucket, "And do you know what you want?"
"Two shakk steaks, the most expensive cut on the menu." Anakin ordered. Rose nodded picking up the menus. "Anything else?" She asked. "The couple behind us..." He added pointing behind his back. "Triple their bill."
Padmé looked at him as if he grew an extra head as Rose walked away. "Are you crazy?!" She exclaimed. "Yes.." He pushed with a smirk. She looked back up to the booth that Rush was seated in and watched as he attacked the girls mouth maliciously. She felt the room get hotter as their intimacy progressed.
The woman looked over Rush's shoulder as he kissed down her neck and mouthed "whore." To her.
Padmé abruptly stood catching Anakin's attention. "I have to go..." She breathed as she walked away quickly. "Damn it-" Anakin swore taking a handful of credits out of his pocket and slamming them on the dinner table, standing and grabbing the wine that was chilling.
He followed quickly behind Padmé she darted down a side hallway when she was about to enter the ladies room when he grabbed her arm, pulling her into to double doors of the kitchen. "What's wrong?" He asked above the commotion of the kitchen. "Rush... He, she... They!" She stumbled on her words so angry and resentful that she couldn't even think of a cohesive sentence, she latched onto him crying into his robes.
Anakin was taken aback and slowly encircled her small frame as it wracked with sobs. "Can we please leave, I can't see him with that- whore." She cried. Anakin nodded and escorted her out of the kitchen.
AN:/ sorry I took so long with updating but I went on a tour of colleges and visited with family and friends out of state, I tried to make this chapter longer as a sorta 'makeup' gift. The next few chapters will be longer and less A/P so sorry for the die hard A/P fans...