A/N This is my favorite chapter I've written so far btw there is some smut (just a paragraph) it's at the end so you can scroll past it if that's not you kind of thing. I don''t have a beta so all the typos and grammatical errors are my own.
Disclaimer:I own nothing I am just doing this for fun.
"If I had a flower for every time I thought of you..I could walk through my garden forever."
-Alfred Lord Tennyson
Padmé Amidala was stirred from sleep by an incessant beeping next to her ear. She cracked her eyes open, but quickly shut them against the blinding white lights of the room. She let out a small groan of discomfort and swallowed thickly; her throat was painfully dry. Padmé tried to open her eyes again, but a sharp burst of pain in her skull forced her to close them. Padmé couldn't remember what happened to her or why her head was in so much pain. She tried to lift her right arm, but when something hindered her from doing so she carefully opened to eyes to see she was handcuffed to a medical bed.
"Ah, I see you're finally awake." Padmé looked over to where the voice was coming from, she saw a Mon Calamari in a white lab coat followed by a medical droid walk towards her.
"Where am I?' she croaked. Before the doctor answered her, she poured her a cup of water and handed it to her promptly. The Mon Calamari waited until she drank all of the water before speaking.
"You're still on Onderon in a medical facility. When you fell it seems you hit your head pretty hard on a rock, there isn't any permanent damage except maybe some short term memory loss." As the doctor was talking to her she prodded her head with her soft webbed fingers. Padmé was having trouble following what the woman was saying. Her head felt heavy; to Padmé it felt like someone was beating a drum behind her eyelids. "There should only be minimal scaring, but if you wear a bacta patch for a few days it should fade away. I'm Doctor Lahna Suihan by the way, do you have any questions?"
Padmé licked her chapped lips and cleared her throat. "How long was I asleep?"
Doctor Suihan poured her another cup of water and then began to unravel the piece of cloth wrapped around Padmé's head. "You've been unconscious for nine hours; I gave you a mild pain killer for your head injury."
Padmé tried to recall what she had done earlier in the day and why she was Onderon. The last thing she remembered was talking to Pryia Vonn about…Vader. Why was she talking about Darth Vader? The more she thought about it the worse her headache became.
"Why am I handcuffed to the bed?" All Padmé had to go on were fuzzy images; it was like trying to remember a dream your brain had already forgotten.
"You were arrested for suspicion of treason against the Emperor. I wouldn't worry about it; you look far too nice to be involved with any of those troublemakers." As the woman prattled on Padmé wracked her brain trying to remember what she's done lately to get her arrested. She remembered running through a forest and something about a data disk, but that's all.
"I'm going to have 3-1C give you a quick scan to make sure there is no internal damage. Is there anything else you need?"
"Can I have something to eat? I'm Starving." Padmé asked. She did the math in her head and realized it has been over ten hours since she last remembered she ate something.
Lahna looked around nervously "The officer said I wasn't allowed to feed you."
"Please, I won't tell them." Padmé pleaded. She knew the reason they didn't want her to eat; it was to keep her weak so it would be easier to get her to confess. The doctor looked at the door hesitantly before going to a cupboard and pulling out a box of crackers.
"Just a few, please don't tell them, I can't lose my job. Wait until 3-1C has scanned you, and then you can eat."
Padmé sat up on the bed as best she could while her arm was still chained to the bed railing. While the medical droid scanned her she started getting flashes of what happened.
I met with Pryia on Coruscant to discuss starship plans and…..and then Rex and Ahsoka found me and took me to Onderon to meet in a library. I was supposed to meet someone… I can't remember who I was supposed to meet….
The droid interrupted her thoughts with its toneless diagnosis. "Scan complete. No permanent damage was sustained to the patient." After the droid rolled away Padmé ripped into the packaging that contained the crackers.
Padmé and Doctor Lahna Suihan sat in silence while she tried her best to get comfortable on the bed. The doctor looked as though she was about to speak before she was interrupted by the door suddenly opening. Four storm troopers all carrying weapons walked into the room followed by an Imperial officer with a severe expression on his face. He turned to Lahna and introduced himself not bothering to spare Padmé a glance.
"I'm Officer Alexander Kazak, here to escort the prisoner to a secure holding facility on the moon of Dxun." The man was thin with a pale complexion, and blonde hair. "Is the prisoner at full health?"
The doctor flicked her eyes towards Padmé before she spoke to Officer Kazak. "I need to apply a bacta patch to her forehead, but other than that she is fine. She does have a bit of memory loss-."
Officer Kazak cut her off "Most rebels do when they are questioned." He sneered. "Just give her what she needs so I can be on my way."
Lahna was made uneasy by his brusque manner, but carried on her duties as quickly as she could. After she smoothed down the patch on Padmé's forehead she gave her an almost imperceptible smile and whispered. "Good luck."
Padmé didn't have a chance to respond, once Lahna backed away, Officer Kazak pulled a key out and released her from the bed. He quickly snapped the other cuff around her wrist and tightened it so it painfully chaffed her wrists. Two storm troopers grabbed her arms and forcefully led her out the door.
Padmé knew they didn't need her to make a confession if they wanted to convict her, but going to prison was the least of her problems. Her main concern was if they ran her DNA through a database and see she is not Phoebe Taly of Alderaan, but Padmé Amidala of The Naboo; everything she has sacrificed will be for nothing. Once her identity was revealed she knew it wouldn't take long for it to reach Anakin and then he would come for her.
She was jolted out her depressing thoughts by a storm trooper that gave her a hard shove into the shuttle that would take her to Dxun. Dxun was a jungle moon of Onderon mostly known as the home of vicious carnivorous beasts.
The twenty minute shuttle ride was filled by an oppressive silence that caused Padmé to be acutely aware of every single sound she made. The officer didn't seem to like noise and glared at her every time she even so much as shuffled her feet.
She stared straight ahead looking at the blank wall of the shuttle when it hit her.
Flint Hakim! That was who I was supposed to meet…I wonder if he was the one who gave me up to the Imperials. I hope Rex and Ahsoka got away and I hope they don't try anything foolish.
When they arrived on Dxun the sun was setting and set an orange glow around everything. The moon's surface was uncomfortably humid, and the brief walk from the shuttle to the detention center felt as if she was walking through soup.
When Padmé walked into the cool building she was so grateful she forgot she was there to be interrogated. She didn't forget for long, as soon as she entered the building Officer Kazak grabbed her arm in a bruising grip and marched down a dark hallway. She tried her best to keep up with his long strides, but his legs were much longer than hers and she had to take two steps to meet his one.
At the end of the hallway was a large gleaming black desk with three Imperial officers each working at a computer terminal. Kazak didn't bother waiting for them to look up when he arrived; he spoke to them in a sharp authoritative tone. "Transferring prisoner Y-097 to cell block TH-212 to await integration."
All three guards startled when Kazak spoke, but only one jumped up from his seat to address him. "Of course Sir, you just need to sign this." Kazak quickly scribbled his signature on a piece flimsy and handed it back to the young officer with a brisk nod of his head.
He made a right down another hallway illuminated only by dim lights in the ceiling. There were doors on each side of the hallway with numbers of them. He stopped in front of a door abruptly causing Padmé to bump into him, he jerked back and scowled at her before he opened the door and shoved her into the cell.
She waited until he had taken off her handcuffs to question him about what was going to happen to her, but he interjected when he saw her open her mouth.
"Don't bother asking questions; I won't answer them. You will wait here until we've finished with your companion."
Confused, Padmé asked. "What companion? I was-."
"Don't lie. He was in there all but five minutes before he confessed to everything." Kazak gloated. He didn't give Padmé a chance to refute his claims; he abruptly tuned around and shut the door. She could hear his boot heels click against the hard floor as he stalked away.
Padmé let out a small sigh and sat on the cold bench placed on the back wall of the cell. Padmé assumed Kazak was talking about Flint, which meant that Ahsoka and Rex were still free. The only other people beyond herself that knew about the mission to Onderon were Bail, Mon, and Pryia. Padmé knew Bail and Mon would never betray her or the Alliance, which left only Pryia as the informer.
She didn't want to believe that Pryia was capable of such a thing, but the circumstances were made her the most obvious suspect. Padmé wishes she wasn't inn this damn cell so she could contact Bail, or anyone in the Alliance for that matter, and explain what had happened.
What if Pryia just didn't tip off the Imperials about me, but about everyone involved in the Alliance?
Padmé felt completely helpless; there was nothing she could do while she was stuck in this cell. Not for the first time, she wished she could use the Force; to be able to call on the energy of the entire galaxy and be able to manipulate it would be incredibly useful in trying times such as this.
Padmé curled on her side trying to get comfortable on the hard bench; the cool air she originally appreciated is now uncomfortable in just her thin shirt. She wished she still had her jacket-.
Oh shit! The data disk with the blueprints is still in my jacket pocket.
Padmé prayed that Ahsoka and Rex found the disk; if it was in the hands on the Empire it would be harder to convince them she was innocent.
Padmé wasn't sure how long she waited before she heard the sound of footsteps headed towards her cell door. The door swished open and revealed two storm troopers; one was carrying handcuffs and wordlessly gestured for her to get up.
After they cuffed her hands behind her back they led her further down the hall and into another dark room with a single table and two chairs. The storm trooper forced her to sit and released her hands from behind her back.
They exited the room without a word, and left Padmé to sit in silence in the cold room. She pressed her forearms against the stainless steel table and stared straight ahead looking into the one way mirror. Padmé knew they were watching her; she refused to show any sign of the fear she actually felt inside.
She cracked her knuckles, took a deep breath, and tried to keep her mind off the dangerous situation she found herself in. She thought about Naboo; it was winter there now, Theed looked so beautiful at night; covered in white snow illuminated by soft colorful lights celebrating the solstice.
She remembered her birthday was in two weeks, followed by Sabé's three days later. She thought about the new spring collection from her favorite fashion house she saw in a three month old fashion magazine; she flipped through it as she waited to board the shuttle leaving Christophsis.
Immersed in her thoughts she didn't notice when the door opened and a droid rolled in followed by the same young officer that was seated at the main desk. He didn't offer any introductions, he just told the droid. "Destroy the samples when a match has been made."
"Yes, Sir." The droid obeyed. "Please place your hand on the scanner."
Padmé clenched her hands and continued to stare straight ahead. She saw the young man fiddle nervously with his hands out of the corner of her eye. The droid repeated. "Please place your hand on the scanner." Just then Padmé heard a loud crash somewhere outside the detention center. When she turned her head to the direction she thought the sound came from the officer grabbed her hand and shoved it on the scanner holding it there until the green blinked green. Padmé jerked her hand out of his grasp after the droid left the room and said. "It's illegal to do DNA testing without consent of the patient."
"You're a Rebel you have no rights." He stated in a matter-of-fact voice.
Padmé wasn't shocked. "You haven't even asked me any questions." Padmé gritted out. "I at least deserve the chance to defend myself, and prove my innocence." She tried to cool her rising anger; she knew the Empire didn't care about rights violations, but she expected them to pretend.
"Your friend told us everything we need to know. We know your name isn't Phoebe Taly, and once we uncover your identity you'll be extradited to your home planet to await a trial."
Padmé was going to give up so easily. "Please you have the wrong person; my name is Phoebe I was born on Alderaan and lived in Aldera my whole life. This is a huge mistake." Padmé begged desperately. She even tried to produce a few tears to make the lie look genuine.
"Funny. We contacted our Alderaan base and asked them to look you up, you have no birth records, and you never went to school." Padmé could hear the mocking tone in his voice. "It's almost like you never existed." He finished, looking down his nose at her.
When Padmé was a Queen and a Senator she had power and commanded respect. Now as she lived like any other ordinary anonymous being of the galaxy she had none of that; it was one of the aspects of her old she missed most.
Before she could utter a retort she heard someone on the other side of the one way mirror bang on the glass. The officer took a brief glance at the source of the sound and walked out of the door at a hurried pace.
Padmé tried to calm her nerves again; they had to have known by now who she was. She couldn't even begin to guess what they were going to do about the information they'd just discovered. She hoped they believed it was just a glitch and wouldn't report the results of her DNA test.
This time when the door opened Officer Kazak stalked in with a pinched expression on his face.
"Who are you?" He demanded in a taut voice.
Padmé straightened in her chair. "Like I told the previous officer; my name is Phoebe Taly I was-." Padmé was cut off from her lie when Kazak slammed his hand on the table and shouted. "Don't fucking lie to me!" She could see twin patches of red appear on his pale cheeks.
Padmé was startled at the quick change of the man's demeanor so much that it caused her to lose her concentration, she stammered out. "I-I am telling the truth."
Kazak seemed to regain some of his cool and sat down in the chair across from her, in a low tone he asked. "I wonder what the Emperor would say."
Not expecting that question Padmé blinked twice before answering. "I'm not sure I follow. What does the Emperor have anything to do with me?"
He gave her a small humorless smile. "Well," He started. "The Emperor's home world is Naboo-though I suspect you already knew that- and I'm just wondering how he would react to learn that a former Queen and Senator for Naboo is a member of the Rebel Alliance."
Padmé waited for the absolute panic to set in, the dread at the realization that her secret was out; it would only be a matter of time before Anakin found her and learned the truth about her babies. It never came; if anything Padmé felt relief that someone knew, even if that someone was an Imperial goon.
Padmé chose not to deny the accusation, all she did was sit back in her chair and give Kazak a serene smile, and calmly she answered. "You could never tell with Palpatine; he said one thing, but meant the other." She shrugged her shoulders, like it was an amusing little quirk.
Kazak looked shocked by her statement, forging ahead he prompted. "So you admit you're Padmé Amidala Naberrie?" He leaned forward excitedly. Padmé wondered if it was a requirement for Imperials to act like slimy bottom feeders.
Just then Padmé heard the tell-tale hum of a lightsaber followed by the sound of blasters. Padmé was relieved; she lied to herself when she hoped that Ahsoka and Rex left without trying anything foolish.
Kazak stood when he heard the commotion and pulled a small blaster from a holster in his boot. He turned and faced the door; an optimal position for shooting whoever entered the room and blocking Padmé from escaping.
"She's in here! Go, I'll be fine." She heard Ahsoka shout through the door. Padmé tensed her muscles and got ready to spring at Kazak when he let his guard slip.
The door swished open and Ahsoka came into view. Kazak raised his blaster, but Ahsoka kicked it out of his hands, it went scattering across the floor and landed next to Padmé.
She rushed out of her chair and quickly picked it up off the floor. When she looked up she saw Ahsoka with her palm raised and Kazak forced against the wall.
Without looking at her Ahsoka asked. "Are you okay?" Padmé could hear anger in her voice.
"Yes I'm fine. Where's Rex?" Padmé looked at the staring contest between Ahsoka and Kazak with interest. When Ahsoka didn't answer her question, she repeated herself. "He is securing us passage off this Force forsaken moon." She finally answered.
Ahsoka released Kazak and he slid down to the floor. Padmé immediately trained her blaster on him and asked. "What happened to the "Red Lady?"
Ahsoka pointed her green lightsaber under his chin and said. "She was an unfortunate casualty in the ongoing battle to preserve peace and justice in the galaxy."
That didn't really answer my question.
Padmé didn't push it, instead she flicked her eyes at Ahsoka and then back to Kazak and said. "He knows. He knows who I really am."
Ahsoka didn't skip a beat. "Should we kill him?"
Padmé was unnerved at her blunt question, she then remembered Ahsoka fought in a full-scale war at fifteen, she didn't squirm at the idea of killing as much as Padmé did. Padmé knows she's killed people before, but that was always in self-defense. Killing Kazak while he was unarmed didn't sit right with her.
If he survives it isn't just your life that is at risk, but the lives of Luke and Leia as well.
With that thought Padmé squeezed the trigger and shot Officer Alexander Kazak through the left eye.
She didn't stay and listen to his screams; Padmé hastily stalked out of the room followed closely by Ahsoka. When she was far enough away that she couldn't hear him anymore she faced Ahsoka and declared. "Don't tell anyone what happened in there." Padmé couldn't read the look in Ahsoka's eyes, so she added. "Please?"
Ahsoka laid a comforting hand on her shoulder, "I won't." Ahsoka then gave her a reassuring smile. "Come on it's only a little bit farther 'til we're out of here."
As they swiftly jogged down the hallway Padmé remembered Flint. "Wait, what happened to Flint?"
Ahsoka continued to walk next to her and asked. "Who? Wait you mean that kid with red hair?" When Padmé nodded her head she saw Ahsoka frown. "I saw him escorted onto a shuttle when I came in." They heard footsteps in the distance so they began to walk hastily in step down the hall. "Why do you care? I though he was the one who ratted you out."
The large opening where Ahsoka cut a hole in the wall became visible. "No, I'm starting to think it was Pryia; my contact on Coruscant." She explained.
She could tell Ahsoka didn't know what to say, she just looked over at her and awkwardly said. "Shit, Padmé I'm sorry. That sucks."
Letting out a weak chuckle Padmé agreed. "Yes it definitely does."
It was pitch black outside when Ahsoka and Padmé stepped out in the jungle; Ahsoka ignited her lightsaber to offer a source of light. The moon's surface was cooler now that it was dark, but the air still felt thick when she walked through it. Ahsoka spoke into her wrist. "Rex, I've got Padmé and we're outside waiting for you."
Rex responded immediately. "On my way, just send me your location." After Ahsoka sent him the coordinates and cut the transmission it was complete silence.
"Why isn't anyone coming after us?" Padmé asked as she looked around.
"There were only six storm troopers and four officers in the entire building," Ahsoka explained. "This place is pretty much Imperial exile."
"So what happened to all of them?" Padmé hated to think that Ahsoka killed them all just to save her. She hated the Empire and couldn't wait for the day it finally fell, but she realized that it was made up of men and women who had families and friends and they all didn't deserve to die.
"I just locked them in a room." Ahsoka replied flippantly, and then gave her a grin like she knew what Padmé was thinking.
Just above them Padmé saw a Lambda class shuttle fly low over their heads before it touched down in front of them.
"Is that-?" Padmé wondered aloud.
"They are the only ships available on this moon." Padmé could hear the smile in Ahsoka's voice. "With this it will be much easier to sneak onto Pantora."
Padmé froze as she walked up the ramp that Rex deployed when he landed. Pantora was one of the planets under the most Imperial surveillance. After the Republic fell Padmé remembered how much Former Senator Chuchi protested the creation of the Empire. She was never able to garner enough support in the Senate to dismantle the Empire, and after she was brutally assaulted one night in her senatorial apartment, she retired.
Padmé knows that Palpatine had one of his thugs attack Riyo Chuchi, and she was forced to resign. Palpatine appointed a more agreeable politician to represent Pantora, but ever since she very publically tried to cause dissent in the Senate Pantora was under constant observation by the Empire.
"We can't go there! Are you crazy?" Padmé didn't want to keep running and hiding from Imperial custody; all she wanted to do was rest and regroup before putting herself in peril again.
"That would be the last place they would think to look." Ahsoka's eyes were bright when she explained her insane plan. "Rex will pretend to be an Imp so we can get through planetary security, then when we land we can ditch the ship and find Riyo."
"They won't have to look for us because we're just handing ourselves over to them. You know how closely they watch Chuchi and they are going to see us." Padmé felt herself becoming annoyed. This was one of the traits Anakin had that rubbed off on Ahsoka that Padmé couldn't stand; the utter recklessness and refusal to think rationally.
They heard a loud growl coming somewhere close to the ship. At the same time they remembered that this moon had many carnivorous predators that would love to eat them, they quickly ran up the gangplank and into the ship.
"Padmé you need to trust me, Pantora is in the outer rim and it's not like it's hard to fool an Imperial soldier." Padmé lifted the corners of her mouth in a small smile at her joke and nodded her head. "Very well Ahsoka, I trust your judgment." If Padmé wasn't as tired as she was she would have tried to fight her harder, but she just didn't have it in her right now. She sat heavily in one of the shuttle seats and closed her eyes.
"Don't look so gloomy; I have something that might cheer you up." She opened her eyes not bothering to turn her head from the wall in rested against. "The only thing that could cheer me up right now is a hot shower and a very larger drink."
Out of the corner of her eye she saw Ahsoka waving something around. "Not as good as a hot shower," she shrugged. "It's the datadisk with the fighter prototypes."
Padmé shot up from her seat and grabbed the disk out of her hands. "You found it! Did you analyze it?"
"Yep, and it's totally legitimate." Padmé could see the look of pride in her eyes. She gave Ahsoka a tight hug and joked. "How did I survive so long without you?"
Ahsoka pulled away from the embrace. "I have no idea." She stated seriously before breaking out into a smile, "It appears that Flint wasn't being dishonest; just nervous."
Padmé couldn't help but feel guilty, she wanted to help Flint, but she had no idea where to look and they had to stay far away from the over-reaching gaze of the Empire.
Flint knew the risk; he was just one of the unlucky ones that got caught.
Ahsoka could sense her distraught. "Don't do that. You have to look after yourself; it's okay to be selfish once and while." Padmé nodded her head. She knew what Ahsoka said was the truth, but she had an innate need to help people.
"Try to get some rest; it'll take a couple days to get to Pantora." Ahsoka said, she then headed towards the cockpit where she heard her speak to Rex in a low tone.
She stretched out along the shuttle seats and tried to relax. She felt the ship enter into hyperspace and closed her eyes.
It was almost night time; she could see the sun setting against the skyscrapers and it made them look as though they were set ablaze. She was in her room as she rushed to get ready for a benefit gala for the victims of the war. She was standing in front of her closet as she tried to decide quickly what dress to wear when a hand covered her mouth and a strong arm wrapped around her waist. Padmé was still for a moment and started to thrash before she recognized the black gloved hand across her mouth and the body pressed against her back.
Anakin whispered. "Guess who?" into her ear as he gently pulled her head to the side and planted a kiss on her bare shoulder. He removed his hand from her mouth as he turned her around to face him.
She smacked him on the arm and chastised, "What the hell is the matter with you? You scared me." His arm was still wrapped around her waist and she felt him press her closer against him, "This is the kind of welcome I get from my wife I haven't seen in six months?"
He curled his other around her and lifted her up so that her toes only just brushed the carpet. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and apologized, "Sorry, I wasn't expecting you back yet." She looked out the window at the still setting sun. "You didn't let anyone see you come in did you?"
He pressed a kiss to her lips before he answered. "No one saw me." Before she could ask him another question he pressed another kiss to her closed mouth, he lightly teased the seam of her lips with his tongue asking for permission to deepen the kiss. Padmé opened her mouth as she wound her legs around his waist and pressed her center against his growing hardness. In the back of her mind she thought about how long it took to do her make-up and that this was causing it to get messed up.
He walked the few steps to her bed before he fell backwards and bounced a little on the mattress. He untied the silk sash of her robe and he slipped it down over her shoulders to reveal her bare breasts. Her nipples hardened when they cool air of the room touched them.
He was tracing the band of her underwear with is gloved hand when she remembered that she had to leave in next ten minutes. "We have to stop." She murmured into his mouth and she tried to pull away. His mouth followed hers and pressed a wet kiss to her cheek when she turned her head away. He playfully bucked against her and his voice was breathy when he said. "No we don't."
She pressed her palms down forcefully on his shoulders and pushed him away from her as she tried to stand. His hands held her hips in a vice-like grip that was sure to bruise in the morning. She pinched his flesh-and- bone hand in hopes that he would take the hint.
"I have this benefit I have to go to, and I need to leave now if I want to make it on time." She finally got him to let go and she stood between his legs while he leaned back on his elbows on the bed.
His expression was sullen when he looked up at her from under his brow. "I don't want you to go." He whined.
"Anakin I made these plans weeks ago, I can't just drop everything-."
"I would drop everything for you." She hated it when he tried to guilt her into giving in, she was actually looking forward to tonight, and she didn't want to skip it.
She also didn't want to fight with him after being separated for six months. "Anakin just try to give me a little warning next time." She walked back to her closet not bothering pulling the robe back on and pulled a white evening gown off the hanger and stepped into it.
She heard him release a deep sigh as he fell back onto the bed with his gloved hand thrown over his eyes his erection still visible underneath his black pants. He mumbled something under his breath that sounded like. "Then it wouldn't be a surprise."
She hated seeing him so dejected. "You can come with me if you want." She offered.
He scoffed. "The last thing I want to do is end this day standing in a room with a bunch of fucking politicians."
She didn't let that comment slide. "No, you would rather end this day fucking a politician."
She saw him raise his head and glare at her. She turned her back to him in an attempt to hide her smile and said, "Come on, zip me up." She heard him rise from the bed and pad softly over to her; she felt the back of his fingers trace lightly up her spine before he zipped up the dress. She walked over to the mirror to put in her earrings and re-apply her lipstick.
She observed him through the mirror; his gaze was predatory, even with pink lipstick all over his face he looked threatening, "I'll be home soon, don't miss me too much while I'm gone." She teased lightly trying to ease his mood. When he noticed she was watching him, his gaze lightened and he gave her a sly grin in the mirror.
She would never get used to his mercurial moods, no matter how long they had been together, "I miss you already." He pouted. Despite his quick change in demeanor and childish antics, Padmé could tell he was still angry, she didn't know if it was at her or something else.
(She could never tell with him sometimes)
Padmé didn't say anything. She just gave him a sweet smile and blew him a kiss. She walked out of her penthouse and out onto to the veranda where she admired the view of the gloaming. As she stepped into the speeder that waited for her she could feel him watching her leave, she didn't look back at him; Padmé continued to stare straight ahead at the last view rays of sunlight on the horizon.
Padmé reopened her eyes; she wasn't sure why she thought about that moment with Anakin. She remembered when she came home that night she was slightly tipsy, and had lost one earring in the parking garage as she walked out of the gala. She also remembered that Anakin undressed her slowly before he took her to bed; he licked at the juncture of her thighs and brought her to the brink of orgasm three times before edging away. He then smoothly eased her onto her side and wrapped his flesh-and-bone hand around her throat and tightened his grip. The action caused her to see black spots around her vision when she finally came.
Padmé pressed her legs tightly together to quell her growing arousal and reminded herself all of the terrible crimes he has committed in the name of peace.
Anakin was murdered by Darth Vader; Darth Vader is not my husband.
(Padmé wishes she could believe that)