A Duet of Fates

Naboo

An inhuman scream floats on the winds of a desert, sand bleached by the might of two suns. Pain, shackles, and huts filled with looming shadows. Another scream, this one familiar...

With a gasp, Anakin Skywalker shot up from her bed. Her skin was moist with cold sweat and her heartbeat raced. Her skin began to pimple from the cool air as the shadows from her dreams dissipated into the darkness around her. The lavish furniture of the Noobian villa emerged as her eyes adjusted. She sighed to herself, noticing the moonlight filter through her bedroom.

She climbed out of bed, and wrapped her sheer cotton robes over her nude form. She caught her breath as the rough robes itched against her skin.

The robes of a Jedi remind us of our path, Master Obi-Wan's learned voice comes to mind. She closed her eyes to help clear her mind; beyond the shadows. Her body began to warm slightly as she used the Force to sense the senator slumbering in his chambers beyond. She could feel his calm heartbeat beating rhythmically. Her thoughts lingered on how frightened he was just days ago during the latest attack on his life. The memories of the past flooded her senses:

Anakin rushed into Padme's quarters and spotted the two Kouhun worms poised to sink their venomous pinchers in, as he slept. She unsheathed her saber from its holster as she leaped the distance to the bed. She ignited her weapon with a ksshhhh. And with two quick slashes, the insects were dead. Not a moment too soon.

Anakin's fingers became raw as she grasped tightly around the bed sheets. The rough sensation of ragged cloth suddenly brought her mind back to the present. She abandoned any attempts to sleep, and walked to the adjoining balcony to clear her head. She was greeted by the cool lakeside air and distant birdsong. Her mousy brown hair whirled gently on the wind. On the ripples of the lake, orbs of bioluminescence danced. She closed her eyes and sensed below the surface an ancient rhythm of predator and prey; lingering and darting. The Force always seemed to make her problems disappear.

"The lights of the waters of Naboo glow with the teeming life found within." A familiar voice, husky with sleep, called from behind her.

Anakin had been so entranced by the visions of life and death beneath the waves that she did not notice the mundane presence of her beloved, Padmé Amidala, close by. She assumed the senator had risen and come to see what had cast a shadow into his room. He was aghast when she turned to him; her robes loosely covering her nakedness. She was not the girl he remembered meeting on Tatooine many years before. While stunned as he may have been, she could see his eyes eagerly exploring what he could. She could sense his thoughts slipping towards something more primal. Quickly, his thoughts dissolved to more stoic ideals as they always did. But his flushed face unveiled his true desire.

"My apologies, Ani. I- just wondered- what you were doing up this late?" He attempted to look elsewhere to distract himself from her, but his gaze slipped to the curvature of her body. Anakin could sense her senator's heartbeat quicken. Anakin bit her lip when she heard Padmé call her by her pet name.

"I couldn't sleep." She replied simply. Unsure of how to explain the dark shadows haunting her from the distant desert. Without warning, he was suddenly standing beside her with his hands folded before himself awkwardly.

"When I had a nightmare as a child, I would take a boat out onto the lake and let the waves lull me back to sleep". Padmé continued to speak of his childhood, but Anakin heard none of what the senator said. She was gazing into Padmé's brown eyes, lost in her fantasy of him taking his hand and placing it on her hip. Just then, she could feel him tenderly caressing her side. Her heartbeat quickened and cheeks flushed as she felt his warm breath on her cheek. He was captivating with his bright amber eyes and dark hair, perfectly messy from sleep.

Padmé began to mumble another apology as they locked eyes again. She kept staring into his eyes, willing him to kiss her and take her to his bed. Instantly, his lips crushed against hers, warm and soft like the lovers in the stories she heard from childhood. Instinctively, he pushed away from her, panting and self conscious that he was losing himself. He began to pace on the small balcony. His head was aching as the sweat began to bead on his neck. He willed himself to treat Ani with the respect a Jedi deserved. A respect which she wanted him to cast to the ground.

Distracted by something that had fallen to the ground, Padmé looked up aghast as Anakin's breasts were exposed to him, pimpling from the cool air. Her lower robes maintained the dignity of what little knowledge that was left forbidden to him. Time seemed to slow around them as Anakin stepped forward gesturing with her hand towards him. An unseen force guided him swiftly into her embrace. He felt her warm hands pull adeptly at the ties of his tunic, exposing his taut torso to the cool night breeze. Unbeknownst to Padmé, he pressed his lips to Anakin's neck. He quickly tried to negotiate a reason for this intrusion on her person. But it was welcomed with a soft moan and sting of nails on his shoulders. His trusted willpower began to crumble against the touch of her breast against his palm.

Anakin was drowning in Padme's touch. She wanted this; needed this. Ever since the young king walked confidently into her life when she was whisked into the stars. Watching him grow up to become this strong handsome king made her yearn for his touch even more. She craved the feeling of his rough large hands pawing at her body. Suddenly, his tender lips were crushing into her, taking away her breath. The taste of his lips was intoxicating as she felt his growing passion and arousal rub against her thigh. She anticipated his hand grabbing her under robe and met it at the unbinding knot. Challenging it and instead guiding it to his own.

Padmé felt conflicted by his duty and festering need. The senator realized that he was naked before his guardian, but he didn't feel vulnerable. Instead he felt confident and hungry for what he desired.

They stumbled embraced, back through the open doorway to the senator's bedroom, the door shutting behind them automatically. Still kissing, they found their way to the foot of Padmé's bed. Anakin stopped kissing him. She reached out with the Force as the small flame inside her sparked a little brighter.Her body became warm as she guided Padmé on to the bed without laying a finger on him. She lavished in seeing her bare King before her. She admired his impressive physique that was so much better than she could imagine. Instinct replaced reason and Anakin unfastened her under robe, letting it drift to the floor.

Padmé watched as his guardian's robe fell to the floor. His gaze traced the curve of her bare silhouette; in full view standing before him. She stared back, but not into his eyes. With a predatory hunger in her eyes, she crawled on the bed. She studied him up and down drinking in his defined features, gliding a hand up his thigh, it came to rest on his muscular waist. Anakin straddled herself over him and Padmé let out a gasp as her tongue made contact with what she had been staring at.

She adored the sensation of the senator's hands in her hair, but with a thought, she held them against the bed frame while her hands and mouth did their work. Padmé's soft moans drove her to move her hands and lips faster; pushing him to the edge. She was astonished to hear him groan her nickname which broke her train of thought. Suddenly, she found herself on her back, wrists restrained on the bed by Padme's strong hands. Her body began to tense as he worked his mouth down her body kissing and nibbling his way between her thighs.She was about to succumb to the blissfulness of his touch until her thoughts veered towards defiance, and she freed herself from his physical restraints.

"No, I'm on top." Anakin growled, feral.

He obeyed her command and laid on his back with anticipation. She straddled his cock as he sat up to kiss her. The sensation overwhelmed his body as she lowered on to him, taking in his length. As she plunged deeper she groaned; as she grinded him she cried out his name. The two began to work as one. They sensed each other and anticipated the sensations that brought them closer to ecstasy. Anakin's hair fell in front of her eyes and Padmé tucked it behind her ears, and gave it a firm pull. He slid his other hand down her soft breasts as he planted a tender kiss on her lips. His hands continued to wander to her hips, and he pushed up harder against her. The moonlight poured into the room as they shared a moment of ecstatic bliss. Simultaneously, Anakin screamed Padmé's name as it muffled the sounds of trinkets shattering to the floor. Anakin convulsed on Padmé's throbbing cock. A warmth filled her as Padmé moaned her name. They collapsed together in pure bliss.

Soon the room became dark and quiet. Padmé had finally fallen asleep with his hand resting on Anakin's belly, where she sensed the warmth within. Anakin basked in the love of her beloved. In her being, there began a persistent need to preserve this love at any cost.