Post by Imperial-Hippy on Mar 17, 2006 21:55:23 GMT -5
Title: Bikini
Author: Impeiral-Hippy
Timeframe: Post NJO
Characters: Anakin/Tahiri
Genre: Humour
Summary: Tahiri is in for a suprise.
Disclaimer: I dont own nothing, leave me alone!
This was a challenge responce. The challenge was to use this lyric in a fic:
an itsy-bitsy-teeny-weeny-yellow-polka-dot-bikini.
enjoy ...
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Tahiri made her way down the long corridor of the Jedi temple, feeling quite happy about her self. She had just had a good work out. Master Horn had congratulated her on her lightsaber skills, which was a high parse indeed from one so skilful in the art. She felt confident that she would be given her first Padawan soon, and she was very excited. She was hopping for Jysella. Tahiri had been watching the young girl for quite some time now and was continually impressed.
Being of Horn blood, she was handicapped; she had no telekinesis power at all. However, this had only made her resolve stronger. She had trained furiously to enhance all her other attributes, to compensate for her weakness. And she had excelled. She had become one of the most cunning negotiators and highly skilled duellists of the order. Also like her farther she was able to channel heat energy, a powerful feet in Tahiri’s book. She was very much looking forward to training the girl.
Though perhaps the main reason she was feeling so happy, was a simple one. She was coming home to the man she loved with all her heart. The Galaxy’s most famous poets could not describe their love. They were friends, they were lovers and they were soul mates. Before she had discovered her feelings for Anakin, or before she had lost him, she would have regarded the meaning of ‘soul mates’ as poetic tripe. But now she knew that it was true, her and Anakin were made for one another.
When he died, she died with him. She had become a shell. She moved, she fought, she bled, but there was nothing in side. She was Hollow. When he returned, it felt like the big bang. The shell, that was her heart, imploded and released an entire universe into her.
For the first few months after his return Tahiri had refused to leave his sight, encase he might disappear again. This had led to them sharing a room, much to the discomfort of Liea.
Now she was not afraid to leave his side, for she had discovered something wonderful. Whenever they were away from one another, he was still there. In side of her. He was a source of pure love and devotion. He was always there to comfort her and reassure her. They were one being.
Tahiri walked up to the door of there shared quarters, with a smile as big as the Errent Venture on her face, her lips just as red. So wrapped up in warm feelings and pleasant thoughts, was she, that she did not hear the laughter coming from behind the door. As she walked in she froze. She stood their, mouth a jar, eyes wide. She would have felt hurt, had she not been so very shocked. She could hardly believe her own eyes, and indeed blinked them a few times to make sure they were showing her the truth.
There standing in the middle of their quarters was her husband, though at the moment she hardly recognised him. She would have dragged the impostor out of her room kicking and screaming had she not felt his Force presence. This was indeed Anakin, though to Tahiri he was about as far from her husband at the moment than he could ever be. Even when he was dead.
Anakin Solo just stood there in front of her. Cheeks a deep shade of crimson, almost the same colour as the lipstick he had on. He was dressed in a yellow polka-dot bikini. A very small yellow polka-dot bikini. Tahiri’s yellow polka-dot bikini!
He was also wearing blue eye shadow and red lipstick. Again her make up. Of all the things Tahiri had considered that could have gone wrong in their marriage, this was not on any of her lists.
She wanted to shout at him, she wanted to hit him. And a small part of her wanted to laugh at him. But she could not do any of those things, for she was too shocked to speak. All she could do was stare at him in disbelief.
“Tahiri. Please I can explain,” Anakin begged in an unusually high voice.
“W – why?” was all she could manage to force out.
“I liked the colour.” Anakin replied, hanging his head in shame, voice but a whisper.
“It’s a bikini! My bikini!” Tahiri shouted. Regaining the power of speech, as her shock gave way to outrage.
“I was going to wash it after words” Anakin responded trailing off as he realised how feeble his argument was.
“How could you?!” She cried. Her voice choking.
“Jacen wore Tenel Ka’s”
“If Jacen jumped of a bridge would you?!”
“I thought it might be fun.”
“Fun? Fun?! You call dressing up in your wife’s bikini fun?!” she screeched, anger and frustration rolling off her in waves.
Anakin didn’t answer, but just stared at his feet. His face now completely flushed.
“Well if you and Jacen enjoy this so much you can sleep in his quarters tonight!” she yelled as she slung him out of the door like and bag of rubbish.
Slamming the door behind her, she collapsed on her bed, and wondering what in the galaxy she had done wrong.
Hoped u liked it.
Author: Impeiral-Hippy
Timeframe: Post NJO
Characters: Anakin/Tahiri
Genre: Humour
Summary: Tahiri is in for a suprise.
Disclaimer: I dont own nothing, leave me alone!
This was a challenge responce. The challenge was to use this lyric in a fic:
an itsy-bitsy-teeny-weeny-yellow-polka-dot-bikini.
enjoy ...
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Tahiri made her way down the long corridor of the Jedi temple, feeling quite happy about her self. She had just had a good work out. Master Horn had congratulated her on her lightsaber skills, which was a high parse indeed from one so skilful in the art. She felt confident that she would be given her first Padawan soon, and she was very excited. She was hopping for Jysella. Tahiri had been watching the young girl for quite some time now and was continually impressed.
Being of Horn blood, she was handicapped; she had no telekinesis power at all. However, this had only made her resolve stronger. She had trained furiously to enhance all her other attributes, to compensate for her weakness. And she had excelled. She had become one of the most cunning negotiators and highly skilled duellists of the order. Also like her farther she was able to channel heat energy, a powerful feet in Tahiri’s book. She was very much looking forward to training the girl.
Though perhaps the main reason she was feeling so happy, was a simple one. She was coming home to the man she loved with all her heart. The Galaxy’s most famous poets could not describe their love. They were friends, they were lovers and they were soul mates. Before she had discovered her feelings for Anakin, or before she had lost him, she would have regarded the meaning of ‘soul mates’ as poetic tripe. But now she knew that it was true, her and Anakin were made for one another.
When he died, she died with him. She had become a shell. She moved, she fought, she bled, but there was nothing in side. She was Hollow. When he returned, it felt like the big bang. The shell, that was her heart, imploded and released an entire universe into her.
For the first few months after his return Tahiri had refused to leave his sight, encase he might disappear again. This had led to them sharing a room, much to the discomfort of Liea.
Now she was not afraid to leave his side, for she had discovered something wonderful. Whenever they were away from one another, he was still there. In side of her. He was a source of pure love and devotion. He was always there to comfort her and reassure her. They were one being.
Tahiri walked up to the door of there shared quarters, with a smile as big as the Errent Venture on her face, her lips just as red. So wrapped up in warm feelings and pleasant thoughts, was she, that she did not hear the laughter coming from behind the door. As she walked in she froze. She stood their, mouth a jar, eyes wide. She would have felt hurt, had she not been so very shocked. She could hardly believe her own eyes, and indeed blinked them a few times to make sure they were showing her the truth.
There standing in the middle of their quarters was her husband, though at the moment she hardly recognised him. She would have dragged the impostor out of her room kicking and screaming had she not felt his Force presence. This was indeed Anakin, though to Tahiri he was about as far from her husband at the moment than he could ever be. Even when he was dead.
Anakin Solo just stood there in front of her. Cheeks a deep shade of crimson, almost the same colour as the lipstick he had on. He was dressed in a yellow polka-dot bikini. A very small yellow polka-dot bikini. Tahiri’s yellow polka-dot bikini!
He was also wearing blue eye shadow and red lipstick. Again her make up. Of all the things Tahiri had considered that could have gone wrong in their marriage, this was not on any of her lists.
She wanted to shout at him, she wanted to hit him. And a small part of her wanted to laugh at him. But she could not do any of those things, for she was too shocked to speak. All she could do was stare at him in disbelief.
“Tahiri. Please I can explain,” Anakin begged in an unusually high voice.
“W – why?” was all she could manage to force out.
“I liked the colour.” Anakin replied, hanging his head in shame, voice but a whisper.
“It’s a bikini! My bikini!” Tahiri shouted. Regaining the power of speech, as her shock gave way to outrage.
“I was going to wash it after words” Anakin responded trailing off as he realised how feeble his argument was.
“How could you?!” She cried. Her voice choking.
“Jacen wore Tenel Ka’s”
“If Jacen jumped of a bridge would you?!”
“I thought it might be fun.”
“Fun? Fun?! You call dressing up in your wife’s bikini fun?!” she screeched, anger and frustration rolling off her in waves.
Anakin didn’t answer, but just stared at his feet. His face now completely flushed.
“Well if you and Jacen enjoy this so much you can sleep in his quarters tonight!” she yelled as she slung him out of the door like and bag of rubbish.
Slamming the door behind her, she collapsed on her bed, and wondering what in the galaxy she had done wrong.
Hoped u liked it.
Jesus Freak 
"How can you even say that?!" [/Padme] 