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CHAPTER 7: TOUCHES OF A MEMORY
It was a beautiful, warm day on Naboo, and the celebrations for the fifth anniversary of the liberation had already begun. Padmé wore a pastel-colored dress with a subtly daring neckline that highlighted her elegance and the pride of her culture. However, she hadn't chosen it to attract superficial glances but in the hope of capturing the attention of someone special: Obi-Wan Kenobi's young padawan. The boy she had bid farewell to five years ago had changed so much that now, in her eyes, he was beginning to look like a man, with defined features and a much more imposing presence.
"Ani, it's wonderful to see you again."
Padmé exclaimed with a smile, approaching him and enveloping him in a warm hug, wishing he would respond the same way.
"I'm so glad you came."
She continued sincerely, her eyes shining.
"You know, this celebration wouldn't be possible without you, Ani. Without everything you did for my people."
Anakin, however, remained stiff and distant. He barely made eye contact with her and responded coldly.
"It's good to know, Your Majesty."
Padmé felt her smile falter at Anakin's formal tone, as he immediately pulled away, as if her touch made him uncomfortable. Trying to dispel that distance, she smiled and said:
"You can call me Padmé, like you used to. Nothing has changed between us, Ani. You're still my good friend, the one who saved my life and the lives of my people."
But the young padawan barely looked at her, and in his eyes, there was no trace of the warmth that had once been there. Instead, he showed a look of boredom and annoyance.
"When does the celebration end? I have much training awaiting me at the Jedi Temple, and I'm bothered by leaving my duties for something as trivial as this."
Padmé felt a sharp pain hearing his words. The boy with the smile that outshone the twin suns of Tatooine seemed to have vanished, replaced by someone who looked at her emotionlessly, as if what once united them had lost all value.
"I thought you'd be happy to return to Naboo, after all we've been through here..."
Anakin simply shrugged.
"It was just another mission, Your Majesty. One of many in my Jedi training."
Hiding the sting of pain in her chest, she lifted her gaze to him, keeping a serene expression.
"Anakin, would you like to join me somewhere more private?"
The padawan nodded, but his gaze remained distant, lacking the spark she remembered. With a practiced smile, Padmé guided him through the crowd to a small room in the palace gardens. There, the music and the noise of the celebration faded, leaving only the whisper of the breeze between the leaves. Padmé looked at him in silence, hoping that in the intimacy of that space, she might see the boy she once knew.
Anakin crossed his arms, leaning against the wall with an impassive expression. Padmé hesitated for a moment but ultimately gathered the courage to speak, seeking any trace of the bond they had shared.
"I always thought that returning to Naboo would make you remember everything we lived through together... The walks through the Royal Palace gardens... How we celebrated the end of the blockade together, surrounded by hope and joy... Or that night by the lake when you asked me to tell you about the ancient legends of Naboo, while you... while you looked at me as if the entire universe was in my eyes."
But he did not respond, his expression still closed off and cold, leaving her alone with the echo of her words and the weight of the distance that now separated them.
The queen's mind began to form an idea, a risky plan, but one full of possibilities. If she couldn't reach his heart through words, maybe she could touch it in another way. Perhaps if she could break through the cold barrier that had stood between them, if she could make him feel desired... loved, she might be able to regain that Anakin she had once fallen for.
She took a step toward him, her gaze fixed on his eyes, searching for any spark of recognition. She could see that despite his coldness, there was something inside him that still responded to her closeness. Somehow, she knew that this Anakin still held something of that boy she had known years ago. If she could touch that part, maybe everything would go back to how it was before.
She slowly moved closer, never taking her eyes off him, her body's movement suggestive but delicate. Her smile was soft and filled with hidden intentions, while her voice became softer, more tempting.
"How about we explore something new?"
Her tone was filled with a sensuality she hadn't shown before. She tried to make her closeness have an effect on him, testing if she could break the ice between them. The challenge was in the air, and at the same time, a small spark of hope lit up in her heart.
Without waiting for a response, her lips drew close to his, in a gentle and cautious kiss, almost like an invitation. But as soon as her lips brushed against Anakin's, Padmé realized something. There was no response, neither rejection nor acceptance, just a kind of emptiness that seemed to surround them.
As she slowly pulled away, she looked into his eyes, searching for something that would tell her he was there, that he felt something for her. But all she found was silent bewilderment, and for a moment, Padmé felt completely lost.
"It could be an interesting experience. But don't expect me to feel anything for you, Padmé. I'm not looking for a relationship."
And saying this, he slid his fingers along the neckline of her dress. However, the young queen felt no warmth in his touch, only a cold and distant caress, as frigid as his words.
"I understand… But then why...?"
"Because you're beautiful, Padmé. And it could be fun."
Encouraged by his own proposal, his fingers ventured further, gently brushing her exposed skin, then slipping beneath the edge of the fabric, teasing the curve of one of her breasts.
"Fun? Is that all I am to you?"
"I don't want to hurt you, Padmé. But yes, that's all I can offer you at the moment."
The sovereign of Naboo felt confused and hurt by his response. She didn't understand why he had changed so much. She remembered him as a boy, full of life and passion, and now he seemed like a completely different young man.
"Well, thank you for your honesty."
"I feel an attraction toward you. An attraction I can't ignore."
Unable to contain himself, he continued to stroke her warm breast, until he reached her sensitive nipple, which he squeezed temptingly between his fingers. The caress, though skillful, lacked the tenderness Padmé hoped for, the spark that could ignite something in her. It was an empty gesture, an exploration without feeling, a touch that sought to possess rather than connect. Padmé felt the weight of his detachment becoming more apparent with each stroke, as if she were a stranger at the mercy of someone who couldn't truly see her.
"And what about your feelings? Do you feel nothing for me?"
"I already told you I don't feel anything that deep for you. But that doesn't mean I can't enjoy your company."
Hurt but determined not to be defeated, she raised her hand and, firmly, removed his. Holding his gaze, she murmured with a voice restrained but filled with dignity:
"I'm not something you can touch without respect, as if I were nothing more than an object."
"I think you don't understand what I'm proposing."
"Oh, I understand perfectly. You want a physical relationship, without emotional commitments."
"Yes, that's exactly what I want. Don't misunderstand, as I said, I don't love you; I'm not interested. But… you're so beautiful."
The young queen felt as if she had been doused with cold water. The cruelty of his words left her breathless.
"Is that all I am to you? Just a simple beauty to enjoy? A meaningless amusement?"
Anakin looked away, his expression cold, almost disdainful.
"Yes, that's all. Don't expect anything more from me, Padmé."
The words hit her like a cold bucket of water, and a flash of disbelief crossed her face. She felt a barrier within him, a barrier that seemed insurmountable.
"How can you say that? How can you reduce me to just that? To mere physical attraction?"
"Because it's the truth, Padmé. I feel nothing for you. But… I would like to explore this between us."
The queen of Naboo felt her heart breaking at his words.
"I don't want to be just a diversion for you, Anakin."
Her words were filled with emotions struggling to break free. The padawan seemed to want to respond, but he stayed silent, as if any word were too dangerous.
"Do you have any idea what you mean to me? What you've been to me since the first day we met? You're so much more than a Jedi to me. I'm not just the queen you came to save or a distant memory from your childhood. You're someone I've always… valued deeply."
Silence stretched between them, filled with all the things they dared not say.
"I can't offer you more than this, Padmé. The Jedi rules… I can't make my heart go where it shouldn't."
Padmé looked at him with a painful understanding, aware that his words might be true, but also knowing that something else connected them. That tension between them was not just a superficial desire, and they both knew it.
"I don't want you to break your vows, Anakin. But I also don't want to stay by your side only to be your distraction. Because that… that isn't enough for me."
As they spoke, the world around them began to fade. Anakin's image and the Naboo celebrations blurred into darkness, and Padmé found herself alone in her room, surrounded by shadows. Her heart ached as she recalled the coldness in Anakin's gaze and the distance in his words. That dream had shaken her, and tears gathered in her eyes as she murmured to herself.
"It can't be possible that Anakin has changed so much..."
Instinctively, Padmé kissed the japor snippet hanging around her neck, a habit she repeated more often than she dared to admit. That little charm was all she had of Anakin, the only physical link that still connected her to him. She remembered every detail of that moment when his young hands offered her the carved pendant, clumsily made but filled with pure devotion. Her memories of their time together remained beautiful, but the pendant was the only tangible piece, something her hands could touch, and somehow, that made the distance between them more bearable.
She found herself holding the pendant more and more in moments of solitude, running her fingers over it, as if in that simple act she could touch something beyond a piece of wood.
Each kiss she placed on the pendant was like a whispered message of love she wished she could send to him, a quiet way to express everything she couldn't say to him. And as she caressed it, she closed her eyes, allowing herself to imagine that each touch was somehow transmitted to him, that he could feel her affection in some inexplicable way, as if her feelings could bridge the distance between them.
She wondered if he remembered her with the same intensity, if he ever thought of her with the same yearning and tenderness that lived in her heart.
As Naboo etiquette dictated, she always wore fine, valuable jewelry. However, hidden beneath her clothes and out of sight, she wore her most treasured pendant. Every time the pendant, in one of her movements, brushed her skin, she felt more connected to him, as if that touch created an invisible bond that shortened the distance between them. There were moments when she couldn't help but think that he must also remember her, that maybe Anakin felt the same connection.
However, at night, when she wore loose nightgowns, the pendant enjoyed more freedom of movement and brushed more sensitive areas. Then the sensation became almost intimate, as if a soft current ran through her, as if an invisible spark lit her up. Each time the wood he had carved touched her more sensitive skin, Padmé felt a kind of tremor that went beyond the physical.
She couldn't help her mind from betraying her, and with each brush against the curve of her breasts, it felt as if Anakin were there, as if he were exploring her contours, as if his imagined hands were leaving those caresses on her, and her heart beat with an intensity she could not ignore. It was as though each touch brought Anakin's presence with it, an intangible presence that awakened in her a blend of emotions difficult to express.
The wood, cold at first, soon warmed with contact, as if in some way it responded to her thoughts. The pendant had a simple shape, but that simplicity made her feel that Anakin was there, wrapped in that warmth that now rested upon her. Each touch awakened in her an intimate feeling, but also a yearning she tried to repress.
Each time the pendant touched her skin, Padmé felt a tenderness and warmth so genuine that it wrapped her in a peace she could barely comprehend. There was something in that touch, even though it was an inanimate object, that conveyed a love and connection much deeper than anything else. She couldn't help comparing it to the cold and distant Anakin in her nightmare, who, even with her close, treated her with indifference.
Those light caresses, transmitted through the pendant, seemed to carry more affection and sincerity than the dreamed Anakin's touch, and this filled her heart with a mixture of comfort and sorrow. Because if a simple pendant could make her feel so loved, how powerful would Anakin's real touch be if he could one day feel something for her? This question stayed with her every time the pendant slid across her skin, like a silent message, a constant reminder of the innocent and selfless affection he had once shown her.
It was a fantasy that made her blush, but it was also a comfort, one that kept his memory alive in the distance, feeding the illusion that one day, the young boy who had once given her that piece of japor would return to her side.
Each brush of the pendant awakened a deep longing in Padmé, a desire for something she barely dared admit. It was as though that small piece of carved wood, as it touched her skin, constantly reminded her that there was a bond beyond words, something inexplicable she shared with the boy who once looked at her with eyes so full of hope and adoration.
She remembered how Anakin had looked at her that time when he gave her the pendant. It was such a pure gesture that she barely understood how much it had meant to him, and perhaps even to her. Now, feeling it against her skin, a shiver ran through her, as if the pendant were whispering words of love he had never spoken.
The warmth of those imagined touches made her smile, but it also filled her with a sharp nostalgia. Over time, that simple object had become her little secret, a talisman she kept close to her heart in moments of loneliness, and when she needed it most, the pendant seemed to move, as if responding to her thoughts. Sometimes, Padmé fantasized about the idea that, just as she felt his presence, Anakin might also feel the bond between them. It was a crazy idea, but imagining it brought her peace and a faint blush to her cheeks.
"If only he could know how often I remember him… how much I think of him."
She murmured, softly caressing the wood. It was as if, in those moments, in the intimacy of her thoughts, she needed neither words nor glances; the pendant spoke to her of a hidden love, of a longing never expressed. And though she knew a Jedi should avoid all attachments, she couldn't let go of that little treasure or the possibility that, somehow, he might also remember those moments.
She wondered if he too felt that connection from afar, if amid his training or missions he paused, if only for an instant, to think of her.
Padmé touched the japor pendant again, tracing its carefully carved details with her finger, as if trying to memorize every curve and edge. It was such a simple object, a small piece of wood, but in her hands, it felt like a treasure. Every time her fingers brushed that surface, a gentle warmth filled her, a warmth that seemed to come from some corner of her memory, from those days on Tatooine, when their lives were different, when he was still a boy with big dreams and sincere affection.
Without realizing it, her fingers caressed the pendant again, feeling the texture of the carved wood and the gentle lines of the inscriptions he had made. She could almost imagine the moment when Anakin, still a child, had carved those tiny grooves, dedicating time and care to create something so special. Her heart thrilled at the thought that this wood, now resting on her skin, had once felt the warmth of his hands, the strength of his fingers as he shaped it, and still held some of that life and energy he had infused in it.
She sighed and let the pendant fall, which, as if her thoughts had been read, slid gently to rest against her skin, right on one of her breasts, until it rests calmly on her sensitive nipple. Padmé let out a soft sigh as images of Anakin touching her came back to her mind. She stayed like that for a few moments, eyes closed, letting her thoughts drift back to him.
Padmé took a deep breath, letting the pendant remain against her skin. It was almost a paradox: that piece of wood was something so simple, so mundane, and yet, every brush it made against her skin awakened sensations that made her feel alive, as if she were truly connected to Anakin. Maybe it was an illusion, but her body reacted as if he were there.
In moments like these, as the pendant slid again and again, covering her warm skin, exploring places on her body that no one else had ever touched, it didn't seem like simple touches, it seemed as if that little japor stimulated her nipples and areolas. And it didn't seem to focus or stop just on one of her breasts, but rather varied from one to the other, like a man would do in real life. And she imagined it was not just a piece of wood, but Anakin's own touch, one soft and deliberate, as if he were there, caressing her skin with the same intensity of his blue eyes. For she felt that, in some way, that small carved piece was an extension of him, as if Anakin had left a part of himself within it.
With this thought, warmth spread within her, making her embrace even more the memory of the boy who had given her that pendant, but also of the young man Anakin was becoming, whose image filled her mind and heart more than she dared to admit.
The thought made her hold her breath, caught between desire and the sadness of knowing that this connection was only a dream, an illusion built from a memory. But her heart insisted on finding a secret truth in those gestures. She didn't want to admit it, but she felt that every time the pendant brushed her skin, a part of Anakin was truly there, with her, so close that she could imagine his breath and his words.
"Will he be as handsome and captivating as I saw him in my dreams?"
She closed her eyes, recalling that image of Anakin, a little older, with such defined features, and smiled at the thought of meeting him again, but without the coldness she had felt in her dream.
"But… with eyes full of life and passion."
She whispered, feeling her heart race faster at the mere thought of it. She allowed herself to linger in that thought, letting the warmth of the pendant, which held his memory, fill her with a sweet hope. As she imagined Anakin, the touch of the small japor seemed to come alive, as if it responded to her thoughts, each brush a silent affirmation.
"Will he be as attractive and passionate as I imagine him?"
She asked herself again, feeling the pendant descend with a tenderness that sent a pleasant shiver through her.
It was an impossible idea, but a part of her felt that, in those moments, the pendant was somehow connected to Anakin, as if he could truly sense her thoughts and emotions, and was responding from afar. Imagining it, the pendant seemed to assent, molding itself to the contours of her body with an inexplicable tenderness, making her believe that Anakin's feelings for her, if they existed, would have the same intensity and warmth as this persistent touch.
"If I could see you again… would you be as passionate as I've imagined?"
She thought, while the pendant reminded her again and again of the possibility of that love.
Sometimes, even though she knew the pendant only responded to her own body's movements, she felt as if the touch was intentional, so careful and attentive that it seemed impossible for it not to carry Anakin's essence. In those moments, the object seemed to move in a way that didn't obey gravity, but rather something far subtler, something that resonated with her own heart and thoughts.
Perhaps it was a vain and meaningless feeling, but when she felt the pendant move, now against her other breast and resting on her other nipple, as if seeking to make it as hard as the first, she couldn't help but notice how it clung to her skin like no other jewel or accessory she had never made before, as if it were part of her. It seemed as if the small japor pendant was constantly looking for a way to spend time on her breasts, making its way until it reached her nipples, which it immediately stimulated with shameless caresses, pretending to be the innocent displacement resulting from her own movements. And so it stayed resting on her breasts, it almost always rested covering her nipples, but it didn't stay on one for too long, because it immediately wanted to go to the other. And so it spent the entire night, traveling from one breast to the other, covering her nipples with its shape, caressing and stimulating them.
And she couldn't shake the feeling that something was out of place. The gentle movement of the pendant across her skin didn't feel like a coincidence it couldn't be. The way it slid, brushing and tracing the curves of her breasts, becoming familiar with their shape, as if it were seeking to fill her with pleasure rather than involuntarily touching her, was too precise. It wasn't random movement; she felt as if something, or rather someone, was guiding it.
The pendant, so small and simple, seemed to have a will of its own, as if it were responding to something beyond its natural properties.
"It's as if someone were caressing me… As if Anakin were here."
Because it wasn't just a simple movement; it was almost… intentional. The pendant seemed to shift precisely where she desired it most. A sigh escaped her lips, but the thought caused a knot in her stomach.
Her heart pounded fiercely. How could something so simple, such an ordinary object, have such power over her? She couldn't avoid thinking that the pendant was responding to an energy, a force that didn't belong to the physical world, as if something else was causing it. It was impossible… but… her mind kept hesitating, as the sensation that the necklace caressed and touched her as Anakin would grew intensely.
The young queen couldn't convince herself that it was merely her mind playing tricks on her, fueled by nostalgia and desire, because she couldn't stop feeling that it was more than her imagination. She could feel it: the pendant's touch conveyed that someone's hand was behind it, guiding the movement with delicacy but also with desire.
Resigned, Padmé allowed herself to be enveloped by the caresses of her precious amulet, knowing she would never be able to part with it. Each movement of the pendant felt like a caress; every time it touched her skin, it was as if Anakin, with a tenderness that defied logic, were there.
In the silence of her room, Padmé let her hands fall to her sides, , allowing the pendant to remain on her chest, caressing her nipple, which like its twin, was already completely hardened. She still felt a tingling on her skin, a gentle vibration connecting her to those moments when Anakin himself, years ago, had carved that object for her. Thinking of that act of affection brought her an unexpected peace, one that soothed her loneliness but also made her heart beat with a longing she couldn't ignore, no matter how much she tried.
"Anakin."
She said his name softly, whispering in the darkness.
"Do you feel the same when you think of me? Or have you already left me behind?"
Padmé closed her eyes and imagined that she could feel his warm hand holding hers, his laughter echoing in her mind, the intensity of his gaze, which was then innocent and transparent, but filled with an inexplicable promise. Her mind drifted back to that moment when he gave it to her, and she smiled at the memory of his eyes shining with pride as he told her that amulet would protect her.
Her thoughts wandered between reality and imagination. In her mind, she saw Anakin's hands, no longer the small, gentle hands of a child, but the strong, secure hands of a man, gliding smoothly over her skin. She felt strangely vulnerable in these thoughts, and yet, she didn't want to stop. It was a sweet and silent pleasure, one that made her feel that, for a moment, he was there, accompanying her in the deep silence of her solitude.
But suddenly, a flash of reality struck her, reminding her that she couldn't allow herself these thoughts. Anakin was far away, probably focused on his training, filling his mind with anything but her. And even though she sometimes wanted to believe that he, too, remembered that pendant, she knew a Jedi's life was disciplined, full of duties and sacrifices. Each time she reminded herself of this, a pang of pain coursed through her, making her doubt her own strength to let him go.
Could she truly move on, knowing that this connection would never lead anywhere? That Anakin, by fulfilling his duty, would erase his memories and move forward?
The thought filled her with overwhelming sadness. Because, though she would never say it out loud, she knew he belonged to a world that would always be beyond her reach. The Jedi Order forbade Anakin any kind of attachment, including any feelings for her.
Padmé squeezed the pendant tightly, as if fearing that Anakin's memory might vanish as well. She wished that, somehow, he could feel what she felt—that he would know that someone thought of him with affection and with a love that grew every day, even in his absence.
With a sigh, she lay back on her bed, clasping the pendant in her hands over her chest. It was then that she felt a kind of peace, as if somewhere, across distance and time, Anakin could perceive that gesture. Perhaps it was just her imagination, but in that moment, she preferred to believe it.
"Anakin, wherever you are, I hope you feel that I'm always with you, just as I feel you are here."
The memory of his eyes, of his smile, became even more vivid with each touch, as if that physical connection allowed her to imagine the weight of a hand that had yet to touch her, of an embrace that only existed in her dreams. It was a nearly secret link, something only her heart understood, but her skin recognized with surprising clarity, and that knowledge filled her with a mix of emotions she didn't know how to define.
Unable to help herself, she sighed, allowing Anakin's memory to fill every corner of her mind. His presence was intangible and, at the same time, so vivid that she felt as if she could reach out and touch him.
Her thoughts were interrupted once again by the gentle movement of the pendant which seemed to have had enough of her left breast and longed to claim the right one. Each time her breasts were brushed by those fleeting touches, her body responded with a kind of silent gratitude, as if that contact allowed her to experience, if only for a moment, Anakin's closeness. In that touch, so delicate and almost imaginary, Padmé found a solace no other relationship had managed to give her.
Every time the pendant touched the skin of her breasts, the warmth of the wood intensified, as if it responded to her body heat and the quickening pulse of her heart. She closed her eyes and let that touch fill the emptiness in her heart, the space she had kept for Anakin all these years, even if she'd never admitted it aloud. As the pendant drifted down slowly, brushing against her sensitive skin as though memorizing the curves of her breasts, she felt a slight tremor, a sensation somewhere between longing and tenderness.
There was no doubt that this pendant was much more than a simple ornament; it was a bridge to the boy who had entered her life to change it forever and who now filled her with a desire that mixed innocence and yearning. It was more than a symbol, it was the only touch of Anakin she could feel in her life, the only physical link that remained between them.
Padmé closed her eyes, allowing her mind to imagine the impossible: that Anakin, in some way, was there, on the other side of that invisible bond the pendant created between them.
As she felt the small wooden charm run over her breasts, now one, now the other, she heard the voice of the young padawan, or at least how she imagined his voice would sound at this stage of his life. Anakin's voice spoke to her in a soft yet intense way, whispering in her mind.
"Do you know that it's me who makes the pendant move like that?"
Anakin's voice was warm, deep, full of a tone she could barely remember, but that now seemed so real, so close.
She smiled, her heart beating to the rhythm of that sweet fantasy.
"You? Don't make me laugh, Ani... that would be magic, and Jedi don't use magic."
"It's not magic, Padmé. It's the Force, it's our connection. I can feel you, Padmé, and every time you touch the pendant, it's like you're calling me."
Padmé felt a shiver run through her. She knew she was dreaming, but she surrendered to that illusion.
"So, can you feel it? Can you feel every time I touch it?"
"Yes."
He replied, as if the answer were obvious.
"...Every time I kiss it?"
"As if it were my lips you were kissing. Every touch, every kiss... It's like your thoughts and emotions reach me, as if the pendant were a conduit between us."
"And… do you feel the same when it moves over my skin?"
She whispered, almost inaudible, fearing that the intensity of her own thoughts was too much.
He let out a sigh, one that resonated deep within her mind.
"Yes, Padmé. It's as if every time the pendant slides across your skin, I could be there... as if my hand could touch you, feel you..."
"Is that why it's always brushing against me like that? Do you control it?"
"Yes... right now, I can feel your softness... your breasts are so beautiful and I love feeling them… that's why the pendant is always on your skin."
Padmé felt her breath quicken, her emotions overflowing.
"Is that what you want, Anakin? Do you want to be here... with me?"
"More than anything."
He confessed, his tone filling every corner of her mind, charged with a longing that matched hers.
"I want to be the one who makes you feel this way, the one who is by your side in those moments... I want to make you mine, Padmé."
She closed her eyes, allowing the desire in her chest to take control for a moment.
"Then... keep sending me your caresses, Anakin."
She murmured, bringing the pendant to her lips.
"Because that's the only way I can feel you close, my beloved Ani."
"Always, Padmé. Always. I can clearly feel your heart... it's beating fast."
In her mind, Anakin whispered, resonating like a promise.
"Can you see me too... Ani? As if the pendant sends to your mind what surrounds it?"
"That's right... I know by heart what is hidden under your clothes... that treasure no other man has ever seen... I know by heart the beautiful shape of your breasts and her beautiful pink nipples… I never get tired of looking at them."
Padmé felt the heat rise to her cheeks. She could still feel the trace of the pendant on her skin, that caress that had become more hers than any inanimate object. Anakin had a way of disarming her that no enemy had ever achieved.
"How is it possible that we can feel each other, Anakin? What are we doing?"
"It's the connection we share. It's... stronger than us. Every time you think of me, I feel it. And every time I think of you... I know you feel it too."
She closed her eyes, allowing herself to enjoy the touch of his hand, because now she was convinced that the caress wasn't just the movement of the pendant, it was Anakin's hands knowing her body and feeling her nakedness under his touch.
"The pendant is like an echo of me reaching you wherever you are, Padmé. It's as if, for a moment, we can share the same heartbeat."
"And what if I refuse to let go of the pendant?"
She whispered, smiling at the thought of keeping it with her forever, a small portal between their souls.
"What if I never let it go?"
"Then I will never stop being with you, Padmé,"
He replied, with the intensity of an oath.
"Because as long as you have it with you, a part of me will always be there."
Padmé felt her heart race and a slight blush cover her cheeks. She knew it was a fantasy, but it was so vivid that the warmth in her heart seemed to increase, as if Anakin's hands were truly there.
"Do you like it?"
She heard in her mind, in a low, almost playful voice, as the pendant moved again. She couldn't help but smile at that imaginary voice, and in a barely audible whisper, she responded:
"Please… never stop caressing me this way… never stop being with me like this."
"This is my way of being with you, Padmé. Through the pendant and what it makes you feel."
"If only you knew how much I miss you..."
Anakin's voice in her mind responded, now softer, with a kind of tenderness that seemed to envelop her.
"I know, Padmé. Every touch of the pendant tells me... and it reaches me like a whisper in the middle of the night. Promise me you'll never stop wearing it."
"I promise."
Padmé whispered, smiling between the warmth and nostalgia that overwhelmed her.
"As long as you have it, it will be like a part of me is with you."
But at the same time, her mind was filled with doubts. She knew they couldn't give in. He was a Jedi, destined to serve the Order. She, a leader with responsibilities toward her people. But in that moment, none of that mattered.
"Anakin... we can't keep going like this. If anyone finds out what we have... this... there's no future for us."
In response, the pendant slid across her bare skin again, in a very sensual way, that Padmé couldn't believe was mere coincidence.
"I don't need a future, Padmé. I only need this moment... with you."
His words moved her deeply, but they also sparked something else in her. And in that space between desire and doubt, Padmé surrendered, allowing herself to be carried away by that moment when they could be completely free.
"I like feeling you like this... feeling your delicate skin… the heat of the valley between your breasts… the perfect roundness of your beautiful breasts… and your soft nipples"
"Anakin... I also like it when you caress me like that... now I know it's you who touches me with so much love... who caresses my body with such familiarity..."
"That's because this pendant is made with a part of me... I carved it for you with my own hands... I infused it with everything I feel for you... everything I will never be able to say aloud."
"So, is it your love that I'm feeling?"
"Yes... it's my love, my desire, my devotion... I want you to feel all of that every time the pendant explores the perfection of your skin... I want you to remember that, even if we are apart, I am always with you... caressing you... loving you."
Padmé couldn't help the trembling sigh that escaped her lips. The pendant, once a simple gesture of friendship, had transformed into a symbol of their unbreakable connection.
Those words resonated within her as if they had truly been spoken. Each touch of the pendant, every time it shamelessly brushed her skin, seemed to confirm their connection. She knew that Anakin shouldn't harbor such feelings, not as a Jedi, but there was a part of her that refused to accept that, that didn't want to imagine him detached, like a stranger who only looked at her without emotion, just as he had in the dream that woke her up with tears in her eyes.
She caressed the pendant between her fingers and, finally, kissed it gently again. It was an act she never confessed, a nightly farewell before surrendering to sleep. In those moments, she could almost feel Anakin's love flowing toward her, a distant and forbidden warmth traveling from the stars, from the distant Jedi Temple, to her room on Naboo.
She had always found it strange how the pendant seemed to have a life of its own, gliding with the softness of a breeze to find its way to her skin, the little japor always finding a way to explore her breasts or nestle on her nipples, as if the very Force that had sculpted it guided it to her. In those moments, it seemed as if the japor responded to a desire, almost a will from the one who had created it.
It was as if the small object had its own will, always seeking that bond they shared. It was an illusion, a fantasy that she didn't know if he would ever understand, but in those moments, it allowed her to feel his company.
She slowly opened her eyes, feeling the japor pendant once again, which had resumed its journey across her skin with an almost unsettling familiarity. Each touch was like a soft and delicate caress, almost reverent, as if discovering her over and over again, as if the hand guiding that movement was never satisfied with knowing every detail of her skin.
The sensation awakened in her a cluster of intense and contradictory emotions. That simple ornament, carved with such care by youthful and kind hands, now transformed into a bridge connecting her to Anakin, as if his essence filtered through each fiber, traveling and stimulating her skin with tenderness and an almost palpable devotion.
Padmé closed her eyes again, allowing her imagination to clearly sketch Anakin's face, now more mature, his deep and serene blue eyes, and his hands, now strong, carefully tracing the spots where the pendant touched. The idea that he could kiss her, where the pendant slid, filled her with a warm emotion she barely dared to accept. It was as if the pendant conveyed not only the memory but also Anakin's longing, that secret and forbidden desire she barely allowed herself to admit in her thoughts.
That sensation became more intense each time the japor traversed ran through the shape of her breasts and stimulated her nipples. It was impossible for her to resist the desire to believe that Anakin, in some way, perceived these caresses and joined them in spirit.
With a mix of emotion and nostalgia, Padmé continued to feel Anakin's soft touch through the pendant. In the solitude of her room, the small piece of wood felt like something far deeper: a symbol of what they both felt, of a love that time and distance seemed incapable of silencing.
And so, amid those thoughts of imaginary caresses and words Anakin had never spoken but that lived in her mind, Padmé allowed herself the small illusion that he was with her. That, in some way, through that piece of wood he had carved with his own hands, Anakin managed to transmit his affection and presence with every touch, as if his spirit were sending her caresses from afar.
She remained silent, with the pendant going back and forth across her skin without restrictions. Although she knew Anakin was light-years away, in that moment, he seemed to be right by her side. And though their lives separated them, every touch of the mischievous pendant on her skin was a reminder that their souls would always be connected, beyond duty, beyond distance.
And then, with the pendant now warm, playing against her skin with no intention of stopping, transmitting those caresses full of love, she allowed herself to close her eyes, embraced by the illusion that, somehow, Anakin was there, holding her in silence under the peace of the night.
What do you think? Do you think the movements of the pendant are just a coincidence, or could it be that Anakin's feelings are manifesting through the Force in a subtle way, even if he doesn't know it?
When writing this scene, I wanted to explore how Padmé's love for Anakin wasn't something sudden or without roots. Even though they were separated for ten years, that spark always existed within her, a mix of love and nostalgia, often fueled by her most private thoughts. Deep in her heart, a part of Padmé never forgot that bold boy who gave her the japor pendant and promised, with almost mystical devotion, that they would meet again someday.
By creating this scene, I wanted to suggest that, no matter how much she tried to keep those feelings hidden, the bond they shared remained alive. And so, in moments of stillness, like when the pendant brushes her skin, she allows herself to imagine that this touch isn't just from an object, but a sign of a hidden love, a memory that couldn't be extinguished.
I hope you enjoyed this chapter. It has been a pleasure to dive back into the complex world of Anakin and Padmé, two souls who, despite the distance and years, never stopped being connected. This chapter is just a small glimpse of what's to come, and I can promise that the emotional challenges and passions will only intensify.
Throughout the story, both Anakin and Padmé find themselves trapped in their own inner torment. Anakin torments himself with the idea that Padmé might have found another man to take the place he longed for, while Padmé, in her silence, fears that the boy she knew has transformed into a cold and distant young man. Both, in their hearts, suffer silently, imagining the worst and, at the same time, wishing the best for the other. What they don't know is that both are deeply marked by each other, even through distance and time.
Thank you for reading, and I assure you that the best is yet to come.
As always, your opinions and comments are very valuable to me, and I'm excited to hear what you think about how this inexplicable connection between Anakin and Padmé continues to develop.
Thank you for reading and for being part of this story! See you in the next chapter!