What Is To Become Of Me
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Padme couldn't sleep at all that night. Every time she tried to distract herself, memories of the old Anakin would interpose between her thoughts. Her imagination kept carrying her back to transcendent, wondrous, dangerous times in spite of her annoyance. She wished she could think about anything else – literally, anything else. Because if she couldn't keep fragments of the excruciatingly divine moments of her life at bay, they'd drown her in a waterfall – attacking her, absorbing her until she had no other option but to sink into it entirely.
She almost mourned her sense of reason as she lied awake in bed.
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Anakin and Padme lie awake on the bed, skin to skin as they efface the war for one morning.
"Ani, I want to have our baby back on Naboo." She began. He props himself up on his elbow, his gaze landing on her pregnant belly.
"Why?" He asked as the reverent touch of his fingers rub against her baby bump.
"It's hectic here." She contemplated. "The more I think about it, the less I want to stay. Kids need somewhere safe, healthy, stable... They need structure, discipline."
His eyes skim hers to her perfect pout. He inclines his head towards hers, and his face cracks into a smirk. "I can discipline you if you'd like."
"Anakin." She blushes, rolling her eyes at his charming yet cavalier attitude.
"Okay," He accepted. His word sounding like the most endearing but perfunctory apology.
And then he smiled at her. A smile that turns a mundane, colourless day into a cloudless, vibrant sky. "We'll go."
"Yeah?" She beamed up at him, pleasantly surprised by how quickly he agreed to uproot.
"Mmhmm." A hoarse, slight moan escaped his lips, as he playfully pinched her chin. "Whatever you want... I'll give it to you." He sighed, distracted by her mouth.
His thumb brushes along her bottom lip. "I'll take care of you."
He was determined to give her the world. But all she wanted was him. Her fingers wrap around his wrist, her thumb circling the inside of it. The most innocent swirls could evoke such excitement, such meaning, heat, and peace all at the same time. She pulls his thumb off her lip so their hands can entwine. But she quickly noticed his battle wounds.
"What happened here?" She asked gently, her hands lose their flexibility as she identifies a cut and scrape against her fingertips.
"Don't worry about it." He assured, brushing it off. He tightly interlaces his fingers with hers.
She brings his hand back to her mouth and her lips lightly touch one finger after another, her tongue stroking his scars – letting him know that she'll take care of him right back.
He leans in to replace his finger with his mouth, giving his whole body to the kiss before supporting his torso with his arms stretched out on either side of her.
She has to take a breath as she looks up at him in all his glory. It should be illegal to tease her in this way. His eyes cast an irresistible spell on her as they probe into her. She scans his body above her, enthralled by one loose hair strand that didn't fall with the rest when he ran his fingers through it. Her finger traces over the large vein in his arm, as the view of his defined shoulders parts her lips. Her hands lavish him with attention, from his hips all the way up to his collar bone, loving every edge, every muscle – swept up in his virility.
