Anakin stopped the speeder at Padmé's private docking bay at her pent house suite. He threw her a glance watching her. "Do you need me?"
"You're really going to ask that right now?" She questioned annoyed opening the door of the speeder. Anakin flipped the ignition switch off and got out, "Well," he started walking around the front, "I'm not use to this sort of thing." Padmé turned and asked in a nasty tone. "What are you use to Anakin? Who are you really, besides the hard ass everyone knows in the senate?"
"I could ask you the same thing." He bit back. "I want to know who you really are Anakin," she pressed, stepping towards him. Anakin eyed her as she came to stop in front of him. "I don't think you could handle it."
Padmé reached for his hand, "If this is going to work we need to know each other inside and out."
"Are you talking a long term relationship?"
Padmé pressed on, "We could have a future together, we're one And the same."
The "Oh how wrong you are." He stated snatching his hand away. He turned to look at the view. Palme could feel his anger, but pressed further, "you're right, I can't trust someone I barely know; and we can't have a relationship with out trust."
Anakin clenched his fist, he couldn't lose her. Not after so recently gaining her. But what if the real me scares her? It was a risk he had to take, turning to her he took a measured stride and slid his hands along her body, coming to rest at the top of her dress. He looked her in the eye as he tore it, breaking the embroidering sending beads and expensive jewels scattering.
He continued on seeing she was not fazed, tearing the dress more he held it out to her. "Hold out your wrist." He commanded. "What?" She was taken aback.
"I said hold out your wrist!" He commanded louder, grabbing her left wrist twisting the fabric around then treating the other to the same treatment. "Sit,"
Padmé complied stepping back to the couch and sat down. "Do you trust me, Padmé?" She looked up at him speaking the truth, "I- I don't know yet." At least she was honest. Is this who he was? A dominant? She should've seen the signs but she was too caught up in the excitement of a new found puppy love.
She let out a laugh as she found the whole situation ironical, she use to laugh at the trashy romance novels her mom use to read saying no man can love and inflict pain at the same time, but yet here she sat wrists bound with a man she was falling for. "Why are you laughing?" He questioned; unbuttoning his shirt. "The reality of the situation hit me."
He smiled, "You won't be laughing for long milady,"
"Do you promise?" She pressed, watching him rid his shirt. Anakin reached out with his glove hand and touched her cheek. He reached for his saber and unhooked it from his belt. "Do you know how many people I've killed with this? I'm quite effective with a saber, but usually the people on the end of it have wronged me in some way," he stepped back pressing the switch on, holding the blade up to Padmé's neck he continued, "You tell anyone about this, about me... I swear to the force I will kill you."
She nodded and sighed in relief as he extinguished the blade. "Let the fun begin..." Anakin whispered low.
"You're late." Obi wan stated as rush walked into the back booth of the lower level bar. "I know I do apologize, I was caught up in,"
"sit-" Obi-wan interrupts before Rush could explain himself. "You called this meeting, and I've been here for one click waiting for you." He continues. "Now what was it you needed to talk about?"
Rush swallowed and breathed out. "Skywalker, he's- he's becoming a big problem."
"I am acutely aware of this." Obi-wan replied taking a sip at his ale. "No, don't give me that! Skywalker needs to be dealt with now and permanently!" Rush yelled slamming his fist on the small table.
Obi-wan felt the emotions radiating off Clovis, "I sense more than anger in you, as if Anakin has hurt you?" He raised an eyebrow waiting for Rush's response. "Yes. He has taken Padmé away from me." He submerged himself in the force, trying to relax before continuing. "Amidala plays a big part in this plan Rush, you do understand that?"
"Yes master I do."
"Did she go willingly?" He pressed on. "Well... Yes-"
Obi-wan leaned back in his seat sighing. "What did you do?" He asked.
"Nothing!" Rush yelled defensively, Obi-wan could sense the lie before it formed on the other man's lip. "Don't lie to me."
"I had an affair." He answered honestly. "This is your mess Rush, and you're going to be the one to fix it. We need Amidala on our side. Do you understand that?" Obi-wan stood downing his drink. "Fix it." He bit out before leaving.
Rush watched his brown cloak swirl after him, "Damn it!" He yelled picking up a glass and throwing it against the wall. A scantily clad dancer that was one of his regulars made her way to him. "What's wrong, baby?" She asked in a sultry tone. "Get the fuck away from me." He mumbled smacking her hand away. "You rude nerfer header!" She yelled back turning away.
He gathered his breath as comm rang. "Yes?"
"Where the hell are you!" Kate yelled, "You take me to dinner, give me a two minute fuck and leave me?!"
"I'm sorry something came up." He apologized. The line was silent for a moment. "Are you in a club?"
"It's not what it seems I had a business meeting," He tried to reason but was cut off. "I think it's best we don't see each other anymore Rush."
"Wh-?" He couldn't finish his question before the line ended.
Getting up he walked to the crowded bar and flagged down a waiter. "Coruscanti Ale on the rocks." Tonight was going to be a long night.
She had awoke alone yet again, now seeing Anakin wasn't the type to of man to stick around. She sighed rolling her wrist around feeling the need to pop it. She sat up in her office chair and mused, he had bruised her wrist last night. All she could think about was his heavy weight atop her surging, his rough hands manhandling her whenever she found the courage to moan his name.
Which would explain the large red mark she found on the left cheek of her backside in the shower that morning, hissing as the cool water hit the raw skin.
Other women would have ran... far, but she was intrigued by him, drawn like a moth to a flame. All she wanted was to feel his hands on her, his weight pressing her into the bed and the smacking... Reminding her of who she was. Oh was this love? It is... She bit out in her head, and she hated the fact she was admitting it.
He had explained the relationship and how it would work, he was the predator and she was the prey and she shall treat him with the respect that was due.
The chime sounded over the intercom of the senate indicating the senate meeting would start in fifteen minutes.
Padmé drew a deep breath in and closed her eyes to gather herself.
Then the blast doors opened revealing senator Bail Organa. "Bail, always a pleasure." Padmé greeted with a warm smile as she stood.
"I wanted to run over some things with you before we go take the floor." He stopped and gesturesd towards the door, "Shall we?"
Padmé was about to reply when Rush stepped in as well. His eyes never starying from hers, "Padmé?" Bail asked waving a hand, getting her attention back "Oh yes of course." She replied getting up and walking out of the office.
"Were you able to get senator Skywalker on our side?" Rush questioned throwing her a side ways smirk. Padmé clentched her fist annoyed by the question. "Yes."
Rush smiled, "Wonder how that happened?"
Bail stopped mid stride and read the blip on his comm. "Mon needs help downloading a few of our files to the drives, I'll catch up with you in the meeting I'm sorry." He apologized. Padmé nodded waving him off and watched as he went rushing back the other way.
They continued on a few steps before Rush cut her off and directed her to a side hall. "What the hell do you want ?" She breathed out annoyed, resting her hand on her hip. "I wanted to apologize Padmé, the way I treated you." He then held up his hands in mock surrender, "My intentions are true at heart, I wanted to let you know that I've realized how much I've fucked this all up."
"And you're assuming that this makes up for all you put me through?"
"Well, yes. I broke off all my ties with all the women. Padmé I now realize that I only want you." He finished reaching for her hand, which she snatched away giving him a weathered look. How did I ever love this man in the first place?
"No Rush I'm with Anakin now, I will not do to him what you did to me. He actually cares about me and is a real man." She spoke, feeling the words form on her tongue before she could think them through, Heavens sake Padmé you don't know that he actually cares about you. She shook her head dashing right past Rush, bumping him into the near wall.
Rush groaned pounding a fist on the wall, sagging his shoulders he thought, Obi-wan's gonna kill me. Then an idea popped into his head, quickly he left the hall and made his way to his senate pod to think it through.
Padmé sat in her booth arms crossed still steaming over Rush's antics. How dare he try and get back with me! He was lying about not lying! I saw him last night with that whore! How in the hell could he lie about something I saw with my own two eyes! "Men..." She finally bit out shaking her head.
Then a hand ghosted over her shoulder and down her neck. "What about men?" A familiar sexy tenor voice asked. Padmé breathed in his masculine smell, "Anakin-" She half moaned.
"shhh-" he hushed, sitting in the chair adjacent to her. "How are you today senator?"
Padmé smiled "Bruised but not broken." She answered truthfully, teasing him.
"That's good." He laughed, before moving to more pressing matters. "All is in order I hope?"
Padmé nodded, reaching out to the main console she flipped on the display letting Anakin get a glimpse at the bill. "Bail will be giving the opening statement." He added, "It is His bill after all. I'll be giving paying my compliments to it as well."
"Fine." Padmé looked over head as the lights lowered and rose back to normal. "There's only five minutes before we open our argument, you better get back to your pod."
"I'm sitting with you." He replies.
"What if people suspect we're together." She asked, Anakin shrugged, "Then We'll answer accordingly."
Palpatine's middle pod rose from his down stairs office, and the lights dimmed, "Attention, Attention the senate meeting is now in session."
Obi wan crossed his arms as Mas Ameeda read the agenda for the senate meeting. "And who is going to be fighting the war on slavery?" He asked Rush, who was going through final preparations for his speech, " I was put in charge of military end of this deal; and I can only think of one person that is, dare I say... Qualified."
"Anakin..." Obi-wan nodded, stroking his beard in thought. "As much as Anakin hides his past he is still nothing more than a slave, just to different entities." Rush continued, "He will always be a slave. The chains might not be there physically but mentally..." Pausing when Palpatine's voice rang out.
"I welcome; senators Bail Organa, Mon Mothma, Rush Clovis, and Padmé Amidala to the floor." Palpatine introduced. The senate applauded as the pods flew to the middle of the senate room.
Bail Organa stood up from his seat as the applause died down. "We stand for all the beings in this galaxy that are not apart of the Republic, that have no words or no say on how they live their lives. We want to contact all the drug and slave lords and make peace with them. Everyone in this galaxy has a right to choose their destiny as they see fit. We want this to be a peaceful endeavor..."
"Peaceful?" Obi-wan muttered to Rush. "That was the initial plan yes, but once I convince the senate and the lords that a peaceful agreement can not be met then I will I act my plan." He whispered low.
Obi wan looked at him as if he had grown an extra head. "Are you sure you want to get yourself into that mess? If you are caught you'd be tried for treason and giving how much Palpatine's spawn hates you I'd say it would be a certain death wish."
"Some times you must have faith in me master jedi."
Obi wan looked on with an eye roll as Bail continued.
Padmé opened the door to her office and sighed as the weight and pressure of getting the bill to pass was finally off her shoulders. She turned to look back at Anakin as she neared her desk. "What's wrong?" She finally asked. "Nothing." He shrugged off not looking at her. "Anakin come on, you can tell me."
"It's nothing, come on let's just celebrate." He replied looking her in the eye.
She smiled timidly. "And what was it you had in mind?"
Anakin smiled, shrugging off his black cloak, and started to undo his senatorial robes. "Strip." He commanded, watching as she did it so effortlessly. She was revealed more and more as layer after layer fell away from her body.
Anakin walked over to her and caressed her cheek, as he forced her back up to the wooden Nabooian desk. His gloved hand pulling her head back by her hair, leaving her throat exposed to him. He planted his lips at the base or her ear and slowly worked down. "Force I think I'm falling in love with you." She breathed.
Not knowing if her words were heat of the moment he paused, "Don't say that." He warned. "But it's true." She whispered, moving her hands to belt. "I've never felt this way before. And what scares me is that we just met... What will I feel like later?"
Anakin went to pull back but Padmé held onto him by his belt. "Why are you so afraid of love?" She asksd her words breathing hot air onto his lips. "I don't love. I am not capable of it."
"Is that so?." She questioned grabbing him. His breath hitched, as she squeezed harder. "Do we have to talk about this right now?" He replied annoyed. Padmé shook her head shoving the sadness she felt back down into the pit of her soul. There's a time and place I love you and now was not the time.