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Rush by Love and Rock Music. (TCW) The first half of "Destroy Malevolence," as Anakin and Padmé make their way towards each other. |
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FAN FICTION : ATTACK OF THE CLONES ERA
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Stolen Kiss
by Nikki
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If Anakin had still been upset about
their argument in front of the Queen, the dress that Padmé wore the next day
obliterated any remaining grudge he had against her. A rainbow of pastels, the
airy fabric of the gown gave an impression of weightlessness, floating along the
ground, billowing gently as she walked. It was simple, elegant, and perfect for
the beautiful day, and light years removed from the heavy, dark formal gowns she
wore as Senator or during her tenure as Queen. After the unpleasantness of the
previous day, she needed something to brighten her spirits.
The sun warmed her bare back as the water speeder taking Anakin and her to their
hideaway cut across the lake like a knife in cream. Padmé let the cool wind
tickle her face, neck, and her exposed upper arms and shoulders. The beauty and
serenity of her planet was making Coruscant seem like a faded dream, and the
assassin an ancient memory. Even the Military Creation Act had drifted out of
her consciousness. Her burdens fled in the face of the sun, sky, and water,
vanquished by the melodies of the birds and the rustle of the green trees. At
that instant, it seemed impossible that she could ever leave the planet again
and resume that other existence.
Anakin sat beside her in the narrow skiff behind the driver. Occasionally he
reached his hand over the side to feel the spray kicked up by the boat, while he
chatted with the driver about the boat's speed capabilities. Padmé smiled to
herself. The Padawan never stopped asking questions, never stopped seeking out
limitations with the purpose of redefining them. Anakin would never be satisfied
living within boundaries set by other people; he needed to make his own. She
wondered if the Jedi Order would be enough for him to find fulfillment in
life-probably not, she conceded.
Up ahead, the rooftop of the lake house where they were to stay peeked through
the trees. It sat near the edge of the lake, on a piece of land that jutted into
the water. It was the only housing visible to the naked eye. Their sole
connection to the outside world would be Anakin's communicator. A nervous little
thrill went through her.
The driver pulled up to the stone dock near the side of the villa and got out.
Anakin went next, then extended his hand to Padmé. Two servant girls showed up,
waiting to take their luggage up to the house. They wouldn't be entirely alone,
after all, she noted. So was that relief she felt, or disappointment?
"Nice little place you got here," Anakin joked, clearly impressed with
the surroundings.
"In the middle of nowhere," Padmé laughed.
"Well, isn't that the point?" he asked softly. His blue eyes seemed to
sparkle with the water, and she found herself staring into them. So
deep, she thought. Her gaze settled on his lips, and unconsciously, she
swallowed. A moment later, she realized he was returning the stare, and the
blood rose to her cheeks.
"Let's take a look around," she suggested hastily, picking up her
skirts and starting to climb the stairs.
He followed her, and they soon found themselves on the front terrace,
overlooking the water. Rolling green hills separated water from sky. On the
balustrade, large pots overflowing with vibrant red flowers and curtains of
thick vines cast an intimate spell over the whole area.
"We used to come here for school retreat," Padmé explained as they
walked along, her voice quieted by the lush surroundings. Cherished memories
descended on her as she spotted a small island in the middle of the lake.
"We would swim to that island every day. I love the water."
They reached the end of the terrace and leaned against the balustrade, facing
the lake. "We used to lie out on the sand and let the sun dry us,"
Padmé continued, "and try to guess the names of the birds singing." Were
you ever that carefree? a small voice inside her sighed. It seemed so
long ago...another life ago.
Anakin traced a crack in the railing. "I don't like sand," he said
candidly. "It's coarse and rough and irritating, and it gets
everywhere."
A little smile flickered across Padmé's face. As a native of Tatooine, it
wasn't a big surprise that he wasn't particularly fond of sand. He'd probably
seen enough in his first ten years to last a lifetime. How foreign the clean,
structured world of Coruscant must have been to him at first.
"Not like here," he added. "Here, everything is soft...and
smooth."
Something in the tone of his voice suddenly made Padmé aware of the sound of
the insects as they flew among the flowers.
Of the sound of her breathing.
Of every square millimeter of her exposed skin.
She quickly looked away as she felt his hand touch hers. The sensation was like
a hot jolt of electricity rocketing up her arm, unlike anything she'd ever
experienced before. It took her breath away; she felt paralyzed, even though her
heart was pounding in her chest like a frenzied drum.
Then his hand moved to her bare back, to the vulnerable skin just below her
shoulder. The light caress lasted only a second, but it sent her reeling. She
didn't know what to do; nothing in her professional life had prepared her for
the tumult of emotion his touch had unleashed. She forced herself to look at his
face, struggling to summon the words she knew she must say.
But one glance at him, and all words of resistance turned to dust in her throat,
for in his eyes she saw the mirror of her own. Desire stood alone, unfettered by
the shackles of duty and propriety, class and age. She knew, before he made a
single move, without any words passing his lips, that he was going to kiss her,
going to kiss her the way a man kisses the woman he adores, and that she wanted
him to, and that she was going to let him.
She heard his breathing, watched his mouth as he came closer, and caught her
breath just as his lips claimed hers. He kissed her slowly, hotly, thoroughly,
as if time were no longer a concern. In that world, there were no Jedi, no
Senators, no Republic, no Separatists, only the two of them, sharing the bond
they could no longer deny...could never deny. She kissed him back fully, caught
up in the deliberate slide of his lips against hers, lost in the magical
sensation of coming alive for the first time. The pressure of his mouth
intensified, driving her higher. She wanted him badly, needed him-
"No!" she gasped, tearing herself away. She stared out at the water
and took a deep, shaky breath. "I shouldn't have done that."
"I'm sorry, milady," he apologized helplessly, the spell of the moment
broken.
She could feel Anakin's confused gaze upon her, but she didn't dare look at him
for fear of losing the remaining shreds of her frail resolve. She had done
exactly what she had told herself could never happen. And
you would have done more if you hadn't come to your senses! The thought
made her face burn, even as she still felt the tingle his lips had left on hers.
What was happening here?
Neither of them moved for several more minutes, during which Padmé fervently
hoped Obi-Wan's mission would not encounter any untimely hitches. Being in
hiding was proving to be about as dangerous as staying on Coruscant.
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