A/N: I do not own Anakin, Padmé or other characters, all rights reserved by Lucasfilm.
I write the stories just for fun and for free.
Why so much Sex…well, we didn't get enough from George Lukas ;-)
IN THE EYE OF THE STORM
Chapter 2
As late as Monday afternoon, Padme thought she had to bring back some books and the tennis racket that Dormé had borrowed, despite protests of her friends and family.
You could clearly feel the gusts of wind on your face. It won't be that bad, she took the car for once...well, it would be too much stuff to carry. The streets were almost empty, not as usual, but you could see some people lugging their hamster purchases.
Her friends were waiting for her and had already prepared something to eat, something Padmé liked so much, something sweet namely crepes with chocolate cream. She was a sweet tooth.
The four friends sat and talked about their studies, fashion, boys and the storm that was getting worse and worse. There were moments when glas panes shook, it was getting scary.
"So, my dears, I have to be on my way, it's almost half past six, otherwise..."
"Padmé, you don't want to go now. Stay the night, be reasonable. It's dangerous out there now, you've heard the news... please." Bat Dormé.
"Don't panic now, missy. I'll get home safely and I'll call you right away. OK. ?
"I don't like that you're going now, not a bit." Said Sabé.
"Do not worry."
She kissed each of her friends, put on her Burberry jacket and said:
"Well, I'm gone now. Bye."
Dormé, Sabé, and Satine stayed with a bad feeling, but they knew if Padmé decided to do something, there was no stopping her. Bad.
Her friends lived at 320 W 96 St, across from the Exxon gas station where Anakin had a job, owned by the always grumpy Watoo. The house was in the lower part of Manhattan, very close to the Riverside Drive underpass.
Lower Manhattan was evacuated, but Padmé's friends stayed in the apartment, which was on the fifth floor.
When Padmé came that Monday afternoon, she was lucky to find a parking spot not far from the house, actually the last one before the underpass.
...and now she came out, the front door closed behind me, she was at the mercy of the storm. It was intense. Nobody was on the street. She was a little shocked when a gust of wind pushed her against the wall of the house, but she was determined to get to the car. After only ten yards she waded through the water. She heard somewhere that cars can also drive through the water, but she didn't know when there's water in the engine compartment, you can't go. Well, I can still open the door without flooding the interior, it'll be all right, she thought. She opened the door, got into and stayed seated to calm her nerves...and the water rose and rose...second by second.
She had to go now. She pushed the starter button...engine sputtered and then went silent. Again, the same. She tried again and again, but she didn't stand a chance. She thought about what to do now. First get out through the trunk of her Audi A3, lock it and go back to her friends. Yes. As she got out she noticed how dark everything was, no more street lights, not a light to be seen anywhere. Little did she know, of course, that just a few minutes ago the trafostation had exploded, leaving the most part of Manhattan without electric light in totaly darkness. She tried to get through the water to house 320 as quickly as possible. At the front door, of course, without electricity, the intercom didn't work. She opened the bag, wanted to call Dormé and was horrified to find out...the iPhone battery showed 1% and in a secounds was ...dead.
The wheels in her head started turning really fast, what is to do now? She had to find help somewhere and in any case she has to walk the street towards West End Ave, then left and straight ahead, that's higher ground. She walked as fast as she could, holding onto the schoolyard railing, and finally reached the intersection. She crossed the street with the last of her strength. She stopped at the corner and grabbed the door handle of the Soha Gourmet Marketplace. She was totally wet, hair, jacket and everything she wore underneath. In a moment she wondered how she could be so stupid and ignorant, this could be the last day of her life.
When Anakin left Fort George late Monday afternoon he had no idea how chaotic the streets would be, it will take him hours to get home, everyone headed in and out of Manhattan, all supplies dragging. Will World War III break out now or is it just a hurricane? Crazy. The further he drove toward Manhattan, the worse the crosswinds got...and the streets became abandoned.
He had the idea to park his Mustang at Watoo. At Watoo it looked like a garage, the fuel were in the front and behinde there was another room with a lifting platform in the back where the cars were repaired. He wanted to lift his Mustang onto the platform, so if the water reached the gas garage, the car would be safe. Radiostations said the lower parts of Manhattan were being evacuated, but he had the key, let's see. He has to get there first, he thought.
It was already half past six... and suddenly the lights went out everywhere. It was getting dark, really dark. Spooky for New York. He was still driving down West End Ave toward the intersection of W 96 St. So much water came from above that the windshield wipers could not afford the necessary visibility. The gusts of wind kept hitting the Mustang, and Anakin had to keep a firm grip on the steering wheel. He drove slowly.
Just before he turned into W 96 St, he looked to his right and noticed a person struggling against the wind and clinging to the door of a store at the corner. He briefly considered whether he should stop or continue. No, he wasn't like that, he can't leave someone in need. He stopped, rolled the passenger-side window four inches down, and yelled:
"Hey you, do you need help?"
Whether she heard it or not was debatable, but she saw the car, a Mustang, his Mustang. Why on earth did God send the help in the form of Anakin Skywalker. If she hadn't been so desperate, she would have told him to keep going, but no one else was there. She pushed herself off the glass pane and ran the seven steps to the car, quickly opened the door and sat down.
"Thanks."
"Naberie ! What the hell are you doing on the street while a hurricane is raging?"
"My car is in the water, won't start, my iPhone is dead and there's no electric power, I can't reach Dormé. I don't know how to get home."
"It can't be done now. I try to get to Watoo's garage, park the car and then we stay there."
He turned onto W 96 St and drove into the water. He turn around and made a left, back onto West End Ave. Then he immediately turned left onto W 97 St. The water was almost up to house 309 where he lived. He parked in front of the house, on the sidewalk, just under the fire escape.
"We stay in the car, or we go into the house... to me?"
"We'll stay in the car."
"Anyway, you have to take those wet clothes off, or you'll catch your death."
"No, they're already drying."
"Padme! Take those things off!" It was like an order.
"Here in front of you?...and should I stay naked?"
"In the back seat is my gym bag with clean clothes, I always shower after training, it's all there... and yes, you're supposed to undress here in front of me. Do you think I've never seen naked women before?"
"A few hundred too much."
"Now undress, otherwise I'll rip your clothes off! This is how you get pneumonia. Here; T-shirt, hoodie, jeans, socks. Do it."
"OK. , turn around."
"I close my eyes."
She took off her jacket, jeans, sweater...he opened his eyes...she was beautiful, perfect. She looked at him.
"You said you close your eyes."
"You're so beautiful."
"Please don't look at me like that."
"Why not?"
"Because it makes me feel uncomfortable."
"Sorry, Milady."
"Milady?"
"Yes, you are so noble and beautiful."
She turned her back to him and took off her bra. He trembled. If she were his girl... He took the t-shirt and slipped it over her head, she slipped her arms through the sleeves and he pulled it down. He touched her breasts with the back of his hand.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to."
"Liar."
She took off the panties, picked up the wet things and put them behind the seat. He couldn't take his eyes off and felt his boxers getting tighter and tighter. She pulled on his jeans, which were a few sizes too big, as was his hoodie. She rubbed her hair dry with a t-shirt.
Silence spread between them, so long outside, Sandy raged, the worst hurricane wich ever hit New York. It was pouring rain and the strong wind whistled through the smallest cracks of the well-restored Mustang. It was cold, she was trembling.
"You're trembling. Come, sit down on my lap, I'll warm you up. I have a plaid next to the bag and I will wrap us in it, it will keep us warm."
"Not necessary."
"Come on, don't be afraid. I won't do anything you don't want."
She dared and sat carefully on his lap. He wrapped them both up, hugged her and held her tightly. She put the arms around his waist and her head rested in the crook of his neck. He smelled like a mixture of Sauvage and the irresistible scent of his masculine body. He bent down and kissed her cheek, forehead and buried his nose in her hair.
"You're so warm, it feels good."
He said nothing, just kissed her head and pressed her to his chest.
"I hear your heart racing."
"Like always when you're around."
"...and I feel your arousal against my thigh."
"I'm sorry."
"Why?"
"I can't help it when you're so close."
She said nothing, just sighed. He took slowly her hand and brought it to his erection. She was surprised but didn't pull her hand away.
"Shall I help you with my hand?"
She couldn't believe what she just said, but the question was already out. She slipped slightly off his lap. He unzipped his jeans, took her hand and put it inside. Padmé winced, he was big and hard, the skin soft and warm. Her hand just rested on, but then she started stroking it. Finally she took his hardnes in her hand and drove up and down. Anakin tossed his head back and closed his eyes.
"Ah, Padme..."
He breathed through his mouth. She made circles around the swollen head with her thumb and applied a little more pressure to the shaft. With the right pressure and speed, she brought him to the high point. Then she wiped her hand on his shirt. He took her hand in his hand and brought it to the lips. He tasted himself on it.
"It was…. just a hand job but amazing." He cupped her face and whispered "….and now I'll give you the same pleasure you gave to me, I'll make you cum on my fingers, do you want that?"
She didn't say anything at first. He's still holding her face in his hands, she had to look at him.
"I'll make it so nice for you, that you'll never forget it. Say yes, Padmé."
"Yes, but don't put your fingers in there." She whispered, already feeling that wonderful ache of need in the pit of her stomach.
Her friends were in opinion she should finally give in her V-Card, but she wasn't ready for more and not now, and she wasn't sure if Anakin was the right person for it either, but she was on fire.
"Don't worry, I won't do anything you don't want."
With his right hand he ran down her face over her brests and into the loose fitting jeans she was wearing and found her sensitive spot. His finger slid even lower to rub the wet excitement at her entrance. She winced and squirmed. He did it so easily and without pressure, and his hot breath on her ear was like reaching for the sky. After a short time she felt the orgasm coming and pressed her thighs together. He caught her scream of salvation with his mouth. As she recovered from the orgasm, she asked herself:
"Oh God, what have I done?"
"It wasn't actually sex, I was not inside of you Padmé, we just gave each other a wonderful feeling."
"And what about all those girls from campus…" She had to know.
"None of them were in my bed, it was always a sham. You can get sex somewhere else."
She was confused….and then there was a terrible hit to the front part of Mustang. The lowest part of the fire escape, the ladder, under which the car was located, broke free and fell to the ground. This touched the bumper of the Mustang and tore it off. The back of the car was lifted and landed hard again. Padme screamed and threw herself against Anakin's chest, wrapping her arms around his waist and crying. He pulled her quickly to his chest and hugged her tightly.
"Shhhh it's good, it's going to be fine, I'm here with you, look at me. Don't be afraid."
She clung to him and he held her in his arms.
After a while they noticed that the wind had dropped and then it suddenly became quiet.
"Is it over?" she asked in disbelief.
"No, it's the eye of the storm. It won't be long before the wind comes from the other side..."
"Oh yes I know, I remember and it gets worse...and…Anakin, if we don't survive this, you should know...I'm sorry for all our fights, actually...I like you."
"I like you too, Padmé...very much, realy ...and we won't fight anymore, OK. ? So now, while it's quiet, let's go up to my place and stay safe for the next round of the hurricane. Hopefully it will all be over tomorrow."
She nodded, grabbed her bag, leaving everything else in the car, and followed Anakin. On the fourth floor he had a small room about a hundred square feet along with a bathroom. Anakin placed his iPhone on the desk and pressed spotlight. The room was clean, not very tidy, but not untidy. In the room was not warm.
"I think we should go to bed and cover up."
"If you want, I'd be fine." He laughed.
She sat down at the bedside and he sat down next to her.
"What we did in the car was wrong. We'd best forget it, OK. ?
"How can I forget it, Padme?"
"I don't want that, I don't want... your reputation...that doesn't suit me."
"You take care more about your reputation than your feelings?"
"I have no feelings."
"OK. ... then we'll pretend it never happened, but I can't forget it."
"I didn't mean it like that, I didn't mean to say it like that, I mean...the whole campus doesn't need to know I made out with a playboy."
"It comes to the same thing, Padmé, but I wouldn't brag about it. OK. lie down now and we'll cover up, it's not warm here."
The bed was soft, the blankets warm and she was snuggled up against him, he had one arm ander the pillow and with the other he was stroking her hair and face.
"Why don't you actually push me now?"
"You made it clear you don't want me, so I don't want to destroy this delicate bond of friendship that we have now."
"I thank you."
They lay in each other's arms in silence and listened to the wind, which grew stronger and threatened to break the glas panes. It was unthinkable to sleep, it was spooky.
Slowly the wind died down and they fell asleep. It was late in the morning when they woke up.
"Good morning, Beautiful." He smiled at her and kissed her nose.
"Good morning Mr. Adonis."
"Oh, do you think I'm the equal of the Greek god of beauty?"
"Yes, and you know it."
"Thanks for the appreciation, even if it only affects my appearance."
She laughed and threw back the covers. Then she stood and Anakin followed.
"We have to get back to normality somehow. Idea?" she asked.
"I have nothing here. I usually buy some bagels and coffee on the way to campus...but now the bistros and coffee shops are closed, I suppose after this mess. Best thing to do is go down, see what damage my Mustang has suffered and when the engine starts I'll drive it to the Watoo garage...and then we can see."
"Yes, and then we could walk to my home, it's only a few hundred blocks away..." she laughed, "...near the Guggenheim Museum. The building has its own emergency power supply and my mother has always enough food at home, we will definitely get something to eat."
"Would your parents be okay with you dragging someone home?"
"You're not just anyone, we're friends, tender bond of friendship, remember?"
"I wish it was more."
She walked over to him, put her arms around his waist and smiled.
"Kiss me, Skywalker."
...and he kissed her, slowly and tenderly.
"I'd like to know what you really want. You want me and you don't want me. Make up your mind, Padmé."
"Tender bond of friendship...patience is always worth it."
"I'll change quickly and then we'll go."
They went down the stairs, they didn't meet anyone. Voices could be heard behind one door or another. There was chaos on the street. Almost every tree in the street was snapped, branches were lying on the ground, washed up objects, rubbish, paper and damaged cars. Including Anakin's blue Mustang.
He walked around the car and saw that the broken bar was lying on the ground not far away. He picked them up, opened the trunk and put it in. Part of the bumper was sticking out, but Anakin found something to temporarily tie it with.
He got in and started the engine, with success. Padmé got in the car and he headed towards the Watoo garage. The garage was flooded, but the water has already receded, he was able to drive the Mustang in. She collected her still wet clothes, then they got out, he locked it again and she wanted to check on her Audi. The car was still OK from the outside. , but you could see how high the water was, too high.
So they walked towards Park Ave. At a leisurely pace, it should take forty minutes if you don't have to dodge disaster along the way. They took the path through Central Park and weren't surprised at the damage Sandy had made. There were broken branches everywhere that they had to climb over, as well as uprooted trees, broken benches, overturned garbage cans and much more. Similar picture on 5th Ave. It seemed like the half of trees in New York were uprooted.
And then they were standing in front of the entrance of the house at 1036 Park Ave. He looked up to where the Naberries penthouse was and wondered why he had agreed to come along. This wasn't his world.
Regards from Germany