Thread: Star Wars:  The Dying of the Light (TheCorsair, Miss Melly)

Anakin's face fell, just a little, as Padme declared she wasn't ready. I... He nodded, barely able to trust his words. No, no, I... I understand. Disappointed? Yes, of course he was. But... well, her quick, warm kiss on his cheek took the sting out of it. Maybe he wasn't forgiven yet, not completely. But she settled down into the bed with a warm smile, and he elected to take that as a sign that things were better . And so he simply sat, watching her in the darkness, heart full too bursting at the sight of his wife and their children. Finally, moving silently, he slipped his clothes off. The belt with the two lightsabers - his own, and the shoto he'd carried since he left the Temple - he rested on the endtable. Everything else he draped over a chair. Still silent, he slid beneath the covers and rested his living hand on her hip. She shifted a little and he settled back, content for the first time in days. Always in motion, the future is... He stood in darkness, a chill wind plucking at his cloak, saber thrumming in his hand as he held his defensive stance. Across from him, on a slight rise, stood an unfamiliar Togruta woman gripping a crimson lightsaber. Or was it green? No... it was both, in the vision. Snips? he asked, as he realized that he knew her. Don't call me that! she thundered, shifting her stance. You don't have the right ,... The last word was, somehow, both 'Vader' and 'Skywalker'. He lifted his own blade, both blue and crimson, and waited. With a cry of anger desperation?, she lept... The vision changed... ...warm water sluiced over his skin. An unbelievable luxury, one he hadn't believed people actually did as a matter of routine hygiene. Submersing yourself in water to clean yourself, and then simply letting it drain away? He'd thought the attendant at his first bath was mad . Padme slid into the water with him, her bare skin beaded with sweat from the temperature of the water. He sighed as she straddled his thighs and pressed against him, letting him feel the swell of her breasts and her belly against his chest. His fingers combed through her hair as he kissed her, and he moaned softly into her lips as she rocked against his erection. I love you, he whispered. I love you so much... She smiled back, the tender expression belying the mischievous expression in her eyes and the way her hands trailed down his chest to wrap gently around him. As she stroked him, she spoke... Good morning, Mistress! His eyes snapped open, focusing on C-3PO as the golden droid minced into the room. Threepio, he groaned, hoping to sink back into the delicious dream-vision he'd begun to share with his wife, go away ! Oh, dear me, the droid said, sounding worried. I had rather hoped you would both be awake. Anakin looked at the beautiful woman still tangled in his arms and their blankets, and rolled his eyes at her. We're not, I assure you. Are you certain? the droid asked, sounding confused. I was certain you addressed me just... Threepio, he groaned, shifting a little in an effort to keep his erection from tenting the sheets. What is it? Commander Rex has several messages, Master Skywalker. Multiple requests for audiences with Lady Padme. The droid paused. Oh, yes, and Chancellor Palpetine has requested that you attend him as soon as possible.