Accismus⋆౨ৎ˚⟡.• Anakin Skywalker⋆౨ৎ˚⟡.•

46.

After Anakin parked the yellow speeder, Sol went to open her door to step out onto the roof of the building. But before she could push the door open, Anakin's gloved hand took hold of the top and pulled it the rest of the way for her. Sol stopped in her maneuver to stare up at the man who waited for her to step out of the passenger seat of her own speeder. Her lips were parted in surprise and was about make a comment about the change from his normal ungentlemanly attitude, but she resisted when she realised something.

Anakin stood with no hint of a smirk on his face, and he was yet to insult her by calling her a 'princess' like he would in a similar situation. Sol was used to him playing the arrogant character, where he would do everything to ensure that everyone viewed him as their superior, and that it would be fatal if they were to assume anything different. Especially when it came to Sol, where Anakin would insist that there is only one Chosen one, and that Sol couldn't possibly be it if Anakin was in the room. But as Anakin stood with the speeder door open and a genuine smile on his tanned face, Sol knew that it was all an act, and that he would be his true self while they were alone.

'Thank you...' Sol said, stepping out of the speeder and watching Anakin close the door gently. She was anxious for his next move, but when Anakin stepped forward and took her hand into his, she melted inside.

'What's gotten into you, Ani?' she couldn't help but say as she found her hand being pulled by Anakin as he walked towards the elevator. While she waited for Anakin's reply, she looked at the man that led her across the roof.

In his black leather and dark brown under robes, Anakin had grown in the year Sol had known him. But he was still as handsome as ever with his unruly blonde hair. The curls had grown past his ears and his fringe was swept to the side of his forehead. The wind that rolled off the city blew at his robes and its chill reminded Sol that she was wearing Anakin's over robe. Its brown sleeves hung over Sol's hands, and in doing so, pooled over Anakin's wrist as he squeezed her fingers in his palm. But he didn't take notice and instead looked down at Sol as they made it to the elevator.

'Nothing has gotten into me. I just wanted to...'

Sol noticed how Anakin paused. She was patient and when the elevator door disappeared into the wall, Anakin continued with a gentle and quiet voice.

'Spend some time with you.'

She resisted the urge to coo in adoration. Sol liked standing so close to Anakin without worrying about being seen. She couldn't remember the last time they had held hands in this way and was addicted to the feeling of Anakin's large fingers encasing her small ones. Although his hands were rough from the constant gripping of a lightsaber handle, Sol never wanted to let go. 

Her limbs felt like goo as the elevator took them on the short journey to the penthouse, and when the door slid open, Sol felt a sense of familiarity as the apartment's dim lighting greeted them.

'Where's Padme?' Sol asked as they stepped into the lobby. The senator was known for greeting her guests with a smile and without a second left for them to wait for her appearance. But even after Sol and Anakin had stepped into the living space of the apartment, Padme was nowhere to be seen in one of her many luxurious gowns.

'She's went to Naboo this morning. She's lending us the place until she gets back next week,' Anakin let go of Sol's hand as he stepped into the sunken living space, while Sol stopped at what she had just heard.

'What? Why would she do that?'

'Because I asked her,' Anakin said, turning to look up at Sol with a proud smile on his face. 'I heard from Chancellor Palpatine that there was a meeting of the Senate on Naboo, and that they could be there for some time. I called Padme, asked if she wanted a house sitter, and she said that she was fearful of a break-in while being away for so long. She also said we could use the kitchen downstairs for whatever we needed.'