You Must Have Been Mine
AN: Hi everyone! Just before this starts, I wanted to say that this is the first fluff I'm publishing. It's also the first SW one-shot I'm posting, so I hope it's alright. Constructive criticism welcome as usual but must be phrased politely. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!
Padmé stared out on her apartment's balcony at the gorgeous views of Coruscant below, the lights of the traffic rushing like a psychedelic river. Its beauty could sometimes make you forget there was a war going on outside. Her hair was in a neat braid which she tugged a little, anxious about her husband. Anakin had been gone a while now on a mission to Felucia, and the senator was starting to grow worried about him. She sighed, attempting to think of any way of keeping her mind off her troubles. But it was no use. The worst part was that there was nothing she could even say to people about her issues – she and Anakin had to be kept a secret, maybe forever, thanks to the Jedi's rules on attachment, and so she was unable to so much as mention anything that happened between them to anyone. Well, that was aside C-3PO and R2-D2, who had attended their wedding.
"Senator Amidala," C-3PO exclaimed as he walked into her room.
"C-3PO, I didn't know you were here. What's up?" Padmé asked, turning around to look at the golden droid. Not only did she see him, but a very comforting figure as well.
"Is he the only one you didn't know was here?" an all-too-familiar voice responded. Padmé's mouth raised into a huge smile.
"Anakin!" she said, rushing up to him to embrace him in a big hug. She kissed him rapidly, desperate for his taste. Anakin welcomed the kiss whole-heartedly, wrapping his arms around her.
"Um… I'm just going to leave…" C-3PO stated, glancing at R2-D2 who'd slid in behind Anakin upon entrance after uncomfortably watching the pair's make out. The two droids left the room quietly afterwards. Anakin waved them off without looking at him; his eyes were closed, and his thoughts were dominated by Padmé, how much he'd been looking forward to this moment ever since he had arrived on Felucia.
"Why didn't you tell me you were back?!" Padmé wondered as she finally pulled away from the kiss.
"I wanted it to be a surprise," Anakin shrugged.
"Oh my Force, Anakin I've been stood around here for days on end missing you and panicking that something awful had happened to you, and you could've told me you were fine!" Padmé said, playfully and lightly hitting the younger man's arm but still grinning all the way.
"Isn't this feeling worth it, though?" Anakin questioned.
Padmé paused – she wasn't sure if that question really required an answer. "I love you so much," she commented instead, her voice devolving into a whisper. She gazed into her partner's eyes with intense affection.
"I love you too," Anakin returned, and pushed his head up against Padmé's so that the two were warmly brushing up against each other. They shared another kiss, but this time it was much gentler and out of love, rather than due to lust.
A while later, the two were in Padmé's large bed, snuggled up together. Padmé loved the heat she received from Anakin's body, perfect for the colder nights like these on Coruscant.
"Oh, Anakin, I can't take it anymore…" she sighed. For a moment, her partner started to be very worried.
"What do you mean? You're not leaving me, are you?!" he said, the worry instantly clear in his voice.
"No, no… I mean… this sounds incredibly selfish, but sometimes I wish you weren't a Jedi, so we could be open about our relationship to everyone," Padmé explained, turning to the Jedi with a sad smile and watery eyes. Anakin loved those eyes; they were gorgeous – in fact, every part of Padmé was gorgeous to him.
"I know, Padmé. Trust me, I know exactly how you feel. But every time I find myself thinking that way, I remind myself of something very important – if I hadn't been trained to be a Jedi, if Qui-Gon hadn't decided to save me from the life of slavery on Tatooine all those years ago, we would've never met again. We'd never have been where we are now. So, in a way, it's a good thing that I'm a Jedi. The way I see it, I at least get to have you this way. I'd rather be with you and have to cover our love up, than be without you at all…" Anakin revealed. Padmé's expression changed from melancholic to comforted.
"Anakin… that's… that was so beautiful… I love you so much…" she said, softly running her hand through the Jedi's hair.
"I love you too, Padmé," he reciprocated, an adorably charming grin crossing his face now. "How many times have we said that to one another tonight?" he added jokingly.
"Not enough times…" Padmé chuckled. "I'm so sorry for saying that about not wanting you to be a Jedi. It's just… difficult, sometimes, that's all," she confessed.
"It's alright. You still have that japor snippet I gave you?" Anakin pondered.
"Of course, I do! Why would I ever get rid of it," his wife said, almost offended by the very idea that she purposely didn't have it anymore.
"If I'm away, and you're missing me, I want you to hold it tight, and remember that I'll always be there in spirit. Can you do that, my love?" Anakin requested.
"Always," Padmé agreed willingly, before she nuzzled her head into the Jedi's bare, muscular chest.
A mere second later, Anakin heard Padmé exhale, and saw those gorgeous eyes close. He stroked her head, giving it another delicate kiss, and before he knew it, he was asleep as well. He didn't have any nightmares tonight – only euphoric dreams of his wife. He knew they'd be together, forever, one way or another.