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

His words rang through her head. Twins. Twins . How did he know? Was that the Force? Twins. Boys? Girls? A boy and a girl? Names began to form in her mind, happy thoughts. At least she could return to Naboo, right? Something was nagging at her in the back of her head. It was telling her not to run. She had duties she had far too many duties to attend to in Coruscant. If there was no good left, let she at least see to the mess. Being a mother or being a senator? A times, in their time of hiding, she attempted to be both. Now, things had begun to change. Waking from her sleep, she knew they were in motion. They were headed to Naboo. If she returned there, surely she would be protected, but for how long? Could she delay the hopes of the people who still believed in the Republic? What of the Jedi? Where would they go, who would lead them without a Council? She wept softly, her hand covering her face. She had faced these demons before. Her own little world, or that of the people? It had been born, burned into her very being at an early age. She was determined to stand by them. She had made her people and those who still believed in a republic that based its foundations on democracy. If Anakin would not fight Palpatine and expose him for what he is, then she would. Padme rose from the small bed and hurried out. 3PO was there and gently called to her to slow down. Miss, shouldn't you be resting? I'm fine. I need to speak with Anakin now. We must travel to Coruscant. When the doors slid open to reveal the cockpit for their destination, Padme moved to Anakin's side and she shyly placed her hands on her belly. You ruined the surprise. The twins, she said, a little hint of playfulness in her angry voice. That means I'll name them, she called, her voice reaching the usual tones he had become familiar with. Move over, she commanded softly. We are heading to Coruscant. I must see the changes that are in motion and I must find a way to bring peace. Our... my, hopes of peace must be put on hold. Don't try to stop me. I am still a Senator for the people and must remain so no matter my pregnancy.
Thread: Star Wars:  The Dying of the Light (TheCorsair, Miss Melly)

Our hopes for peace, Vader corrected gently, even as he made room for Padme. Elation surged through him at her unexpected presence at bis side, and a shy, boyish smile ghosted his lips. We both want peace for the Republic. The ship hummed a little as it responded to his instructions. The deck suddenly ceased swaying with the tectonic shocks of Mustafar, and then the planet fell away below them as he engaged the antigravs. Coruscant, then, he smiled, hope flickering in blue eys with only the faintest hint of golden-red flame. He started to rest his artificial hand in hers, hesitated, and then covered by adjusting a switch. We will win the peace, he insisted. We've already survived the war - and a revolution. How hard could it be? A moment, and then he laughed. Probably shouldn't have said that. Right? The mirror-bright arrow if silver winged across the night sky of Coruscant, hull a shifting reflection of the brilliant lights of the ecumenopolis below. It banked, merging into traffic patterns, then finally settled down on the private landing bay of the Embassy of Naboo. Gasses vented, and the landing ramp lowered as attendants gathered. Slowly, footsteps were heard. A black-cloaked figure, little more than a backlit figure, marched unhurriedly down the ramp. Still swathed in shadow, it paused and spoke. No, no, Luke is a fine name. I like it, really! But... Leia? A pause, as the figure listened. Yes... yes, I did. All I'm saying is that I think 'Shmi Padme Skywalker' sounds better.
Thread: Star Wars:  The Dying of the Light (TheCorsair, Miss Melly)

In her alone time, she had merely checked every nook and cranny to make sure that nothing had changed. She also began to look for tracking devices. Nothing. When she heard the door hiss open, she cursed herself for not changing the password. Padme closed the box which held Anakin's padawan braid and the japor snippet that he had carved for her and she often wore as a necklace. She hadn't today. Slowly the night of Coruscant was descending about them and Anakin moved past her, unfastening his cloak and making his way to the kitchen. He poured himself a glass of water as he began to speak. When she heard that many of the Jedi had escaped, she perked up. Slowly, she sat on the ottoman. Padme was wearing her hair slightly pulled back, but down, long and curly. It appeared she had freshened up in his absence. However, she still wore black. She continued to hide her pregnancy that only at this point, Anakin knew. She wore a long, high neck purple dress with black beads and a black shawl over her shoulders. Still elegant, but in secrecy. outfit Things just still did not sit well with her. I don't understand... It appeared for a moment that she had believed Anakin. But the statements did not make sense. The Jedi have a code. They don't murder. You know this, she narrowed her eyes at him. He was justifying his actions based of false accusations. What had the Chancellor done to him, to twist his mind? Where had her Ani gone? What Republic, she whispered and stood angered at him, a hand at her chest. I see no justice! I see no Republic! How can I believe anything or anyone anymore?! She blinked hard to conceal the tears. Don't... don't come near me, she called, bumping into the long couch as he approached her. Padme could feel a sliver of fear. If this continued... his temper would rise. Anakin had a tendency to do it. He had already established the fact that he would hurt her if she continued to disagree with him. Would it be worth it to keep defying it? Her stomach suddenly hurt and she gripped the back of the nearest desk and held herself. I... I'm fine. I just need to sleep. I need my husband back, she whispered softly. Looking to him, she seemed frightened. Padme Amidala Skywalker rarely did whenever she was with Anakin. She had trusted him. You really wish to serve him? Call him Master? It doesn't seem like you to serve someone. Obi-Wan was different. Holding her head, she felt cornered by his sudden presence, his concern for her and the children. What am I suppose to do..?
Thread: Star Wars:  The Dying of the Light (TheCorsair, Miss Melly)

I know they have a code, and that they don't murder, Vader said, finally turning to face her. But... you know how easy it is to justify actions. He snorted. Master Yoda and Master Windu filled the ears of the rest of the Council with dire warnings about the Supreme Chancellor - they may even have believed what they said. He strode towards her, his pace measured. And if I had not acted, there would be no Republic. Just a galaxy ruled by Jedi with hands dripping blood. What Republic, she whispered and stood angered at him, a hand at her chest. He stopped, gesturing out the window. That Republic, Padme, he declared. The one that still exists , because I chose justice and the rule of law over... I see no justice! she snapped. I see no Republic! How can I believe anything or anyone anymore?! Vader moved towards her, holding his left hand - his real hand - out to her. Believe in me , Padme, he asked. I'm your husband. I... Don't... don't come near me. He froze as she stumbled backwards, nearly tripping. Fury and fear surged in him. He was her husband ! How dare ... But no. He'd gone down that road, once. And once had been a million times too many. And so he mastered his fury, and waited. She gripped the back of the desk, and fought for control. Any of her political enemies would have been fooled. But not Vader. He could see it in the tension in her body, feel it in the turmoil in her mind. She was terrified. I... I'm fine, she lied. She wasn't. She was off balance. Afraid. I just need to sleep. I need my husband back, she whispered softly. I'm here, Padme, he whispered, voice equally soft. You really wish to serve him? Call him Master? Ah. And now he saw the reason. Part of the reason, at least. I serve the Republic, Padme. And, with the emergency powers granted by the Senate, he embodies the Republic. It doesn't seem like you to serve someone. Obi-Wan was different. Jealousy flared through him. Jealousy and rage, and he fought to contain it. He was, yes. A pause. He was a traitor. To the Republic, and to the ideals of the Jedi. She leaned against the wall, holding her head. What am I suppose to do..? Rest, Vader whispered. Rest. The children need their mother healthy. He took one step forward, smiling faintly, then stopped at the look of horror in her eyes. I need their mother... my wife... She didn't answer. After a moment, he sighed. You'll be safe here, he said sadly, turning and taking up his cloak. I'll give orders that nobody - not even me - is to be admitted without your express orders. He tried to chuckle as the heavy cloak settled on his shoulders, but it came out a grim bark. You know Rex. He'll obey that order, even if he has to throw me out of the Embassy. The door hissed open. He paused for a moment, then half turned. Silhouetted by the city lights of Coruscant, he was a shape of blackness in the night. I love you, Padme. And... I only hope that, someday... He turned. That someday, I'll earn your forgiveness. The door hissed shut behind him.
Thread: Star Wars:  The Dying of the Light (TheCorsair, Miss Melly)

Anakin reached out, gently resting his hands on her stomach. Under his touch - one hand flesh and the other metal - he could feel the faint stirring of the twins. Through the Force, he could feel their fleeting, unformed thoughts. Both hesitated as he touched their minds faintly, like the petals of a flower. He could feel the strength in them, the uncertainty about the cool, dark presence he was in the Force. Smiling, he let his love for them and their mother flow gently over them. They're... magnificent, he managed, feeling unshed tears prick his eyes. He looked up at her, smiling with joy and relief and an overwhelming sensation of love. As are you, Padme. You deserve better than me, far better. The world seemed to contract around them as he leaned forward, cupping her cheek with his living hand. His lips touched hers, soft and gentle as he kissed her. And I know you're tougher than you look, he smiled. I was there, remember? When you faced down a droid army on Naboo? His next kiss was harder, fiercer. He pulled her into his arms, feeling her body soft and tight against his as he crushed her to him. His mouth was hot on hers, tongue demanding entrance to her mouth as he parted her lips and his metal hand pressed against her back. More powerful than me, too, he whispered, his blue eyes meeting hers with wonder. I've led armies, defeated Dark Jedi and monsters, and yet you've conquered me entirely. He kissed her again, hands slipping down her shoulders to cup and lift her breasts. His living thumb played with a nipple through the thin fabric of her gown, and he moaned a little into her mouth as he felt it harden into life. And to the victor, he gasped, voice playful, goes the spoils. His lips crooked in a sly, lust-filled grin. What would my captor demand of her prisoner?
Thread: Star Wars:  The Dying of the Light (TheCorsair, Miss Melly)

Anakin was quick to do as he bidded. He reached out slowly to touch her belly. The coolness of his metal hand was felt but she looked back at him, slight hesitation in her face. He was making out their life Force, wasn't he? He was searching slowly until a small smile crept upon his lips and tears came to his blue eyes. There! They were there. No longer were they yellow orange, burning bright with anger, but the blue hues that she had fallen in love with. He looked so at peace and she dare not break this. She held her breath when he said how magnificent they were. She was included in this gracious commentary and he leaned forward, holding her against him as he kissed her very lightly as he had done the first time their lips had met. A smile twitched at the corners of her lips, only a moment as he reminded her that he was present at the time when she had to handle herself against a droid army. Yes, she recalled gently. Before Padme could breathe in the air once more, he kissed her harder, hoding her more tightly as if to never let her go. To never make the same mistake twice. And suddenly, Padme forgot. She forgot the world around them and the troubles that had always seemed to follow. No Jedi, no council, no Chancellor, no senate. Just them. It had always been their hope. When he looked down to tell her that even she was more powerful than him, she took great pause. For a moment, she thought to use this wisely. To remember the voice she heard before waking up. To stay strong. This was only the beginning. Anakin, she breathed hotly, gasping softly when he gripped her tender breasts and held them up slightly. She could feel her body growing warm beneath the silk sheets. He was turning her on again with that kind of talk, he always did. Most didn't know or understand it, but the late Queen of Naboo had always been a naughty girl when it came to her husband. We shouldn't... I... I can't right now, she breathed after he gave her a final, forceful kiss. Her back fell against the pillows perfectly able to prop her up. Please don't, I can't, his young wife gripped his hand and frowned. She meant it and brought her hands over her face. I'm sorry, she whispered lightly. Whether Anakin was annoyed or gracious to have had least held his wife in an intimate way, the promise of a heated night would have to be reserved for a later time. Innocently, she pecked his cheek and turned on her side facing away from him. He wasn't entirely forgiven yet it seemed, but progress was being made. When next she woke, she would find Anakin's sleeping face mirrored to her own. She had curled into his protective embrace, naturally as she had done before. Shyly, she ducked her head and attempted to move from his arms, being as sneaky as a petite pregnany woman could. All she needed was a hot bath... hmm. A hot, steamy, bath with General Anakin Skywalker. Well, Darth Vader, but Anakin to her. Always to her. She could just imagine his warm body beneath her own as she rode up and down on his-- Good morning Mistress! C-3P0 called joyously, padding through the sliding door.
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Looking up to Anakin, she buried her face back against his chest inhaling the scent. He always smelled good to her. A little minty in there. Gently, she began to trace the lines of his muscles along his chest, her kind fingertips taking a moment to familiarize herself with every muscle, every brush of skin. When he rolled his eyes at her, assuring 3P0 that they were indeed not ready to wake up. Blushing, she managed to turn and sit up a little, brushing her hair back and out of the way. Of course she had audiences to attend to. She was still a senator. And finally, a public reception is requested at the Gala ball this evening. Padme looked to Anakin. A ball? Would they go together then? He hadn't answered her when she had previously asked who knew about their marriage. Did Rex know? Padme knew that they were close, but she feared what Palpatine would think. But the former Queen knew how to handle tricky public situations. But now, her children's lives were at stake. Thank you 3P0, she commented softly. He seemed pleased and grateful to be thanked and scurried out as R2 followed. She looked at Anakin finding him always watching her before she shyly gathered the sheets around her. I'm going to take a bath, she whispered lightly and slipped from bed, hurrying out in a cute fashion, and politely closing the door behind her. She locked it and turned to start the water before looking back and then unlocking it. Maybe Anakin would need to come in and... brush his teeth! Yes, it was technically his apartment as well. They both had plenty of credits. Tossing her nightdress into the laundry shoot where it would would freshly cleaned and proccessed by the next morning, she slipped into the bath and closed her eyes. Touching her belly, she smiled a chuckled noticing how her belly still stuck out amonsgt the bubbles covering her slender figure. Humming lightly, she reached up and over to light a nearby candle. It had reminded her of Naboo, straight from her mother's kitchen. Sometimes a little reminder would be enough. When she heard a knock, she shyly ducked. Anakin? Oh... uh, right, yes, you can come in. She was going to add, don't look but she knew he would justify a right to look because they were married. When he entered, she sunk further and lifted a flexible leg and turned the water off with her toes. It was probably more sexually inviting than she had intended. And great. Now she had a perfect view of his musclar back. Seems... you're just as busy as I am today, she attempted to make light conversation, washing her body with a cloth slowly and keeping as hidden as she could under the bubbles. If he drew closer behind him, he would see her cheeks were sprinkled a light pink. And please tell me the Chancellor doesn't know about our children, she tested him, her voice raising in urgency. Who knows, Anakin? They want to know tonight at this Gala and I... are we even allowed to do this now? I'm worried.
Thread: Star Wars:  The Dying of the Light (TheCorsair, Miss Melly)

A public reception? Anakin mumbled aloud, running his golden hand through his shaggy blond hair. For what? Why, to celebrate your role in ending the uprising, C-3P0 answered. And your heroism in saving tbe Supreme Chancillor from assassins. Oh. To be honest, he wasn't looking forward to it. He was a warrior, after all. A general. Not a politician. And now he'd have to waste an evening mingling with bloated bureaucratic parasites. Uhm... tell the Chancellor that I'll be there... uhm.. as soon as possible. Of course, Lord Vader. I shall see to it at ince. Lotd Vader. Darth Vader. The name didn't sit well, not lying in the bed he and Padme shared. Darth Vader was a creature of the battlefield. Just.. couldn't he simp,y be Anakin at home? No. Probably not, save to Padme. To the rest of the galaxy niw, he was Darth Vader. Swearing a little, he tossed the covers aside and padded naked across the floor. Pausing to knock gently, he waited until he was invited to enter. And he was glad he had. Because he was treated to the sight of Padme Amidala Skywalker, glistening in the water and wearing inky bubbles, and that sight burned his burgeoning ill temper away. Seems... you're just as busy as I am today, she said. Much more interested in the way her hands moved iver her skin, it took him a moment to realize she'd spoken. Ah... yeah. There's a lot to do, it seems. Who would have thought that winning would be so much work? He sat on the edge of the tub, then considered slipping in with her - their shared dream had been pleasant , after all. But that might be still too much, too soon. So instead, he settled fir gently massagibg her neck nd shoulders, and tried to ignore the throbbing ache of his erection. And then she asked if Darth Sideous knew of the twins. I... don't know, he said. I mean, he was tbere on Mustafar and he's not blind, so he knows you're pregnant. And he knows we're married. And I'm pretty sure he can put two and two together... A shrug. I haven't told him, though. He mulled over her final questions. As for us? The fate of the Order is... uncertain, after they tried to seize power. But... Shifting around, he caught her hands in his and looked her in the eyes. I'm tired of hiding, Padme. Let's do what we should have done. Declare ourselves, and let the galaxy envy us our happiness. He raised her damp fingers to his lips and kissed them. You are my wife, Padme. And I should glory in that blessed reality.
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When Anakin approached her side, she stopped washing herself and sat up a bit. Padme did not realize how easily the bubbles slipped away to reveal her form. He was watching her, seemingly annoyed that they had to attend something so public and so political. Personally, she thrived on it. It would allow her a way to convey things more easily. Surely there were many people worried about her as well, she owed it to those she called friends to at least be honest in her pregnancy's state. She huffed lightly at his comment about 'winning' being much work. He hadn't won anything... not yet at least. Padme refused to say that out loud. Leaning over, he placed his firm hands on her shoulders and began to gently massage. She had flinched at first still unsure of his contact before he began to kneed out the kinks that she had carried under her skin. Closing her eyes, she hummed softly before opening one eye and becoming annoyed when she learned that the Chancellor had a great deal of knowing their secrets. Wonderful, she mumbled sarcastically. Finally, Anakin seemed unsure of their position now that the Jedi Order was... barely in power, if any at all. They were scattered across the galaxy, left to regroup on their own accord. When he captured her hands, she popped open her eyes and turned to look at him. Anakin no longer wished to hide anymore. Ah, he had said this often in the past. During the Clone Wars, he seemed so angry that all they did was keep it a secret. Normally, she was able to cool him down, but when he kissed her fingers like that, so delicate in his ways, his words that followed, she sighed. I just don't know, Ani. Asking to be left alone as politely as she could, she finished the bath herself and slipped out, drying her body and placing extra care against her belly, humming a familiar lullaby to the children. When she dressed, it was in her usual darks, a gentle dark green with a hood. Her curls were down, tumbling along behind her shoulders. Anakin had always liked it down. Wetting her lips, she found Anakin ready to head out as well. Anakin? She whispered and touched his shoulder. I refuse to call you Darth Vader, she promised and when he aimed for a kiss, she turned her face just a little bit. He could take the opportunity to turn her chin and show her who was boss or not. Either way, Padme was left standing near the doorway, her cheeks pink. Finally, she made her way out, headed to her own office. It was being gaurded by Rex. She could feel his grin under the helmet. Goodmorning Senator! He said cheerfully and she offered him a small smile, entering her passsword to unlock the door. Good morning. Rex, I have much work to do. Please only allow in those who have my appointments for the day. Not even General Skywalker. If he didn't make an appointment... he's not allowed in, it sounded strict, but there was a hint of a smile and Rex nodded when the door closed behind her.