Post by Courtney Solo on Mar 10, 2006 16:40:25 GMT -5
Title: Our Secret
Author(s): Courtney_Solo
Timeframe: post the Battle of Geonosis | Alternate Universe
Genre: Romance (duh) Action (eventually) Suspense (hehe)
Keywords: Who the heck knows what to put here!? I mean Anakin/Padme has probably been used a billion times!
Characters: *If you couldn't tell by the title* Anakin Skywalker & Padme Amidala
Summary: These two have a lil' talk over some bacta ...
Notes: No, they are not eating it.
Disclaimer: I obviously don't own Star Wars, cuz if I did, I'd be gloating in your face about it.
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Anakin heard Padme yell in pain from the bacta room and immediately rushed to find her. The two were on their way to Naboo where Padme would supposedly "be safe".
He scurried into the room to find a droid attempting to plaster bacta on Padme's back. Padme was yelling something... "Gentle! Gentle! Light! Slower! NOT DIGGING INTO MY BACK!"
"I'm sorry, this system does not compute."
"I'll MAKE you compute!" She threatened with a gasp. Anakin smiled and walked over to the droid.
"Here ... let me," he said. The droid backed away and Anakin placed his hands softly on Padme's back, massaging the bacta gently onto the wounds. She sighed and relaxed at his soothing touch. He nudged her with his palm. "Lift up your stomach so I can wrap these bandages over your wounds." She obeyed begrudgingly. Anakin's hands brushed against her bare chest and she blushed. No worries, she DID have decent covering over her private parts ... maybe it was her deep affection for Anakin that heated up her face ... ... no matter, back to the story.
Anakin noticed and bent down. He kissed her cheek, and with a gentle squeeze, he began to turn to leace. "Don't go," she spoke up. Anakin turned back to her, fixing her with a fond gaze. "I like it when you're around." She shifted onto her side and smiled. He walked over and sat beside her, taking her hand and kissing it.
"Yes, m'lady," he whispered, gazing unwaveringly into her eyes, which days earlier would have made her nervous. Now it excited her. She sat up and rubbed his arm.
"What is it?"
Anakin reached out and caressed her cheek. "You're so beautiful ..." Padme blushed. "Will you marry me?" Her jaw dropped at the unexpected proposal. Well ... she had certainly HOPED he would ask her ... "Before you answer me, here," he handed her the japor necklace he had given to her as a young boy. "Press the innermost knotch," she did so, and the japor chip 'split' in half, displaying a sparkling silver and blue engagement ring. "That way no one will know. The inside is large enough to fit your wedding ring as well," he lowered his voice. "Please, say yes."
She raised an eyebrow. "Did you think I'd say no? Of course I'll marry you, it'll be our secret," Anakin grinned and eased her into his arms. They shared a tender kiss, but Anakin winced and pulled back. "Are you alright, Annie?" Padme asked, concern etched into her wonderous features. He reached hesitantly over to the arm that Padme was clutching tightly and took her hand away from it. Her palm was covered in blood. She gasped and wiped her hand off on her dirty white uniform.
"Don't ruin your clothes..." Anakin groaned. She clenched her jaw and put her hands on her hips.
"What happened to you?" Padme demanded.
"Count Dooku's lightsaber shaved off most of my left arm, 'cept the bone," he murmured. She reached over to his injured arm and touched it lightly. He winced once more. "Careful..."
"Let me help you, Annie,"
"I've got it," he retorted crossly.
She fixed him with a no-nonsense stare. "Take off your shirt." His eyes widened.
"Yes, mother," he muttered. The thought of his real mother and how she died stabbed at his heart. And as Padme lifted his shirt tenderly over his head, he resolved not to let the same happen to her. When his injury cam einto view, Padme let out a little cry and closed her eyes. "Told you it wasn't pretty." He stated apologetically.
"You said no such thing, Anakin Skywalker," Padme let out her breath and opened her eyes. Anakin was watching her with a small smile. "You need to run this under cold water, first off..." She took hs good hand and guided him to the sink. With a wet rag smeared with bacta, she began to slowly and carefully pat his long wound. Her face contorted into a sickened expression as she continued to look at his arm. "I-I don't think this wound will heal properly without help. Do you see an arm brace over there?" Anakin reached out with the Force and handed the brace to his fiance. "The skin should grow back correctly over time with this on. You should postpone sparring for a while, though." Padme stated after administering the arm brace.
...24 Hours Until Arrival on Naboo...[/b] an electronic voice stated over the intercom.
"I should go to bed now," Padme said softly, not wanting to leave her lover.
"I'll come with you," Anakin said with a smile. Padme grinned and took his hand. They headed off towards her bedroom...
(A/N: By the way, for you youngsters, nothing in appropriate happens. )
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Anakin watched Padme sleep contentedly from his perch on the large sofa. She looked so beautiful ... her light brown hair billowing in curls around her pretty face, the japor necklace he had given her dangling from her neck. Her slightly tanned arms were lying above her head, as if she were reaching for the stars that decorated her bed board. He stood and walked noiselessly over to her bedside, admiring his wonderous fiance. Anakin caressed her cheek and bent down. Kissing her forehead, he sighed.
"Slepp well, my love," he whispered, then kissed her lips softly. Padme shifted in her sleep and sighed with a smile. Anakin nuzzled her neck, then stepped away. He would save his affections for their wedding night. He mused over what Padme meant to him, and was surprised to find that almost everything he did revolved around her ... even becoming a Jedi. Her character, her personality, her ... reality made him want to be a better person. She made him want to be the best. But, at the same time, Anakin knew that he didn't have to do anything for her love accept love her back. Padme was his forever. "Good night, my Angel."
Author(s): Courtney_Solo
Timeframe: post the Battle of Geonosis | Alternate Universe
Genre: Romance (duh) Action (eventually) Suspense (hehe)
Keywords: Who the heck knows what to put here!? I mean Anakin/Padme has probably been used a billion times!
Characters: *If you couldn't tell by the title* Anakin Skywalker & Padme Amidala
Summary: These two have a lil' talk over some bacta ...
Notes: No, they are not eating it.
Disclaimer: I obviously don't own Star Wars, cuz if I did, I'd be gloating in your face about it.
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Anakin heard Padme yell in pain from the bacta room and immediately rushed to find her. The two were on their way to Naboo where Padme would supposedly "be safe".
He scurried into the room to find a droid attempting to plaster bacta on Padme's back. Padme was yelling something... "Gentle! Gentle! Light! Slower! NOT DIGGING INTO MY BACK!"
"I'm sorry, this system does not compute."
"I'll MAKE you compute!" She threatened with a gasp. Anakin smiled and walked over to the droid.
"Here ... let me," he said. The droid backed away and Anakin placed his hands softly on Padme's back, massaging the bacta gently onto the wounds. She sighed and relaxed at his soothing touch. He nudged her with his palm. "Lift up your stomach so I can wrap these bandages over your wounds." She obeyed begrudgingly. Anakin's hands brushed against her bare chest and she blushed. No worries, she DID have decent covering over her private parts ... maybe it was her deep affection for Anakin that heated up her face ... ... no matter, back to the story.
Anakin noticed and bent down. He kissed her cheek, and with a gentle squeeze, he began to turn to leace. "Don't go," she spoke up. Anakin turned back to her, fixing her with a fond gaze. "I like it when you're around." She shifted onto her side and smiled. He walked over and sat beside her, taking her hand and kissing it.
"Yes, m'lady," he whispered, gazing unwaveringly into her eyes, which days earlier would have made her nervous. Now it excited her. She sat up and rubbed his arm.
"What is it?"
Anakin reached out and caressed her cheek. "You're so beautiful ..." Padme blushed. "Will you marry me?" Her jaw dropped at the unexpected proposal. Well ... she had certainly HOPED he would ask her ... "Before you answer me, here," he handed her the japor necklace he had given to her as a young boy. "Press the innermost knotch," she did so, and the japor chip 'split' in half, displaying a sparkling silver and blue engagement ring. "That way no one will know. The inside is large enough to fit your wedding ring as well," he lowered his voice. "Please, say yes."
She raised an eyebrow. "Did you think I'd say no? Of course I'll marry you, it'll be our secret," Anakin grinned and eased her into his arms. They shared a tender kiss, but Anakin winced and pulled back. "Are you alright, Annie?" Padme asked, concern etched into her wonderous features. He reached hesitantly over to the arm that Padme was clutching tightly and took her hand away from it. Her palm was covered in blood. She gasped and wiped her hand off on her dirty white uniform.
"Don't ruin your clothes..." Anakin groaned. She clenched her jaw and put her hands on her hips.
"What happened to you?" Padme demanded.
"Count Dooku's lightsaber shaved off most of my left arm, 'cept the bone," he murmured. She reached over to his injured arm and touched it lightly. He winced once more. "Careful..."
"Let me help you, Annie,"
"I've got it," he retorted crossly.
She fixed him with a no-nonsense stare. "Take off your shirt." His eyes widened.
"Yes, mother," he muttered. The thought of his real mother and how she died stabbed at his heart. And as Padme lifted his shirt tenderly over his head, he resolved not to let the same happen to her. When his injury cam einto view, Padme let out a little cry and closed her eyes. "Told you it wasn't pretty." He stated apologetically.
"You said no such thing, Anakin Skywalker," Padme let out her breath and opened her eyes. Anakin was watching her with a small smile. "You need to run this under cold water, first off..." She took hs good hand and guided him to the sink. With a wet rag smeared with bacta, she began to slowly and carefully pat his long wound. Her face contorted into a sickened expression as she continued to look at his arm. "I-I don't think this wound will heal properly without help. Do you see an arm brace over there?" Anakin reached out with the Force and handed the brace to his fiance. "The skin should grow back correctly over time with this on. You should postpone sparring for a while, though." Padme stated after administering the arm brace.
...24 Hours Until Arrival on Naboo...[/b] an electronic voice stated over the intercom.
"I should go to bed now," Padme said softly, not wanting to leave her lover.
"I'll come with you," Anakin said with a smile. Padme grinned and took his hand. They headed off towards her bedroom...
(A/N: By the way, for you youngsters, nothing in appropriate happens. )
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Anakin watched Padme sleep contentedly from his perch on the large sofa. She looked so beautiful ... her light brown hair billowing in curls around her pretty face, the japor necklace he had given her dangling from her neck. Her slightly tanned arms were lying above her head, as if she were reaching for the stars that decorated her bed board. He stood and walked noiselessly over to her bedside, admiring his wonderous fiance. Anakin caressed her cheek and bent down. Kissing her forehead, he sighed.
"Slepp well, my love," he whispered, then kissed her lips softly. Padme shifted in her sleep and sighed with a smile. Anakin nuzzled her neck, then stepped away. He would save his affections for their wedding night. He mused over what Padme meant to him, and was surprised to find that almost everything he did revolved around her ... even becoming a Jedi. Her character, her personality, her ... reality made him want to be a better person. She made him want to be the best. But, at the same time, Anakin knew that he didn't have to do anything for her love accept love her back. Padme was his forever. "Good night, my Angel."