A Duet of Fates

Diamonds in the Sky

TW: Consensual BDSM, public fingering, exhibition,  growling, honorifics,  light choking, display of power exchange.

* Disclaimer: If these are things you are not interested in you may want to skip this chapter. 

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Anakin was curled up in Padmé's tunic reading on the balcony. Her body was being warmed by the setting sun. She was immersed in the tranquility and stillness of the water and the soft whistling of wind. The balance of the Force; both quiet and loud. The Force tingled through her body, alerting her of the senator's proximity.

"There you are, Ani." he spoke gently.

She gazed up from her book and noticed a small white box in his hand.

"What's in the box?" she asked curiously.

"Come on inside and I'll show you." Padmé gestured for her to follow.

Anakin's senses were overwhelmed with the warm luscious scents of vanilla, patchouli, and amber. Lit candles and soft music enveloped the room. Anakin approached the bed where she found a similar body suit, sheer mesh encrusted with scintillating white diamonds and crystals clustered together to cover her breast, yet simultaneously scattered over the remaining garment like ancient constellations in the night sky. Adjoining the ensemble was a bright, silvery opalescent tulle skirt that captured a similar aura of the bodysuit. A new white leather thigh harness with a saber holster was nestled by the skirt.

"Close your eyes," he whispered in her ear. She complied.

"Ok, turn around slowly."

As she turned around he opened the small box.

Inside glimmered a small mask enshrined with delicate diamonds and stars just like the bodysuit. It reminded her of the Force, the bright small flame glowing inside of her.

She took a step back to find Padmé in a similar associating outfit,a silver tunic with small clusters of stars embroidered on the fabric. She looked up to find a small silver mask adorning his face. It was more complex with swirls and embedded diamonds like stars.

"Tonight I will bring down the stars for you, Ani" he whispered, tenderly.

He took her hand in his and leaned down to kiss her softly and deeply. He opened her mouth with his tongue; exploring. Anakin let out a soft moan that drove him deeper into her mouth as he traced the back of her teeth and bit her lip. His hands ventured up and down the sides of her body. Coming back to her senses, Anakin pulled away.

"I love this, but shouldn't we get ready? I don't want to be late," Anakin questioned Padmé.

Padmé responded by swiftly tearing open the tunic on her, making her completely bare in seconds.

"You are correct, my guardian, I would not want us to be late," he growled, sending tingles down her spine.

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They arrived as the golden sunset settled on Theed's skyline. Anakin slid Padmé's luxury landspeeder to a hard stop at the entrance to the gala. The crowd of eager, masked party goers stared as they emerged from the speeder. Padmé enjoyed the thrill, but now the attention was monotonous. Behind him Anakin emerged, her mask a visage of mystery and beguilement. Her heart was pounding from the exhilaration of racing through the streets of Theed. Twice security personnel had attempted to jam their acceleration, but she bypassed their attempts with ease. The look of disapproval radiating from beneath Padmé's mask was worth it. She was looking forward to some measure of punishment later on.