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"wait, ani, not here..."
"yes here."
GABRIELLE STEPS off the non-registered speeder, fair away from the crowd that is being to surround anakin, her newly husband.
she looks to her left then her right, running to a pillar then waiting for others to pass before moving forward again.
after their 'adventure' with the senator and obi-wan, gabrielle felt as if her father would come to find out the two had eloped, this mission she remained back, allowing her father and husband to take it on.
anakin walks beside senator organa, when gabrielle uses the force, speaking to anakin's mind. "to your left,"
anakin swallows slowing his steps "excuse me," he smiles, excusing himself and heading in the direction of gabby.
he takes a few steps forward then when out of sight, jogs toward his lover, gabrielle jumping into his arms and enveloping him in a hug.
anakin spins her in his arms, and as he places her feet on the ground, gabby moves her hands from his neck to holding the back of his head, pushing his lips to hers.
she drops her hand down to his cheek, then moves apart, only an inch or so between them. "oh, anakin.." she huffs, looking softly and deeply into his eyes before losing wrapping her arms around his neck again, pulling him into a tight hug.
anakin sighs of relief, his face pushed into the crevices of her neck and shoulder. "i've missed you, gabrielle," he says muffled, his hands pushed against the low of her back.
anakin moves his head in front of hers, their noses being the only barrier to keep them apart "there were whispers that you'd been killed." gabrielle states, clear relief on her face. "i'm all right." anakin says with a smile, looking deeply into her green-gray eyes. he chuckles "it feels like we've been apart for a lifetime. and it might have been, if the chancellor hadn't been kidnapped," he admits, placing a hand on her jaw line, his fingers tips pushed against her neck, his voice drops to a flirtatious whisper "i don't think they would have ever brought us back from the outer rim sieges." cutting himself off by pushing his lip's against hers.
gabrielle moves her lips against his, stopping after realising the situation. "wait, ani... not here," she says, between a kiss. "yes, here." he denies, wanting to continue his awaited craving of her lips to his "i'm- i'm tired of all this deception. i don't care if they know we're married." "anakin, don't say such things like that..." gabrielle then sighs resting her forehead against his chest, anakin wrapping his arms back around her back.
