I Would Die For You Once More {ANIDALA AU}

Chapter Four - Okay, He's Decent

By the time Anakin Skywalker and Padmé had stopped arguing and she agreed to take him home with her, it was the end of the work day, just about seven o'clock that evening.

Padmé exited the building and out to the sidewalk without even waiting for Anakin to catch up to her, with her briefcase and her purse in hand.

Anakin came jogging behind her, calling, "Wait up!" But she didn't stop.

At one point during their walk through the city and across busy streets, he caught up, commenting, "You walk so fast! Especially in those high heels, I mean.... how do you do it?"

"I walk in them everyday, she replied quickly. He could not be any more annoying to her at the moment.

Except it didn't help that Padmé was starting to realize that he was good-looking. Well, decent at least.

Okay, decent was a huge understatement, she knew deep inside, but she would never admit to that or say it aloud. She had to stay professional.

She had to stay annoyed with him.

Padmé turned the corner, but Anakin kept walking. She sighed, reluctantly calling, "Mr. Skywalker." He backed up and turned to follow her instead this time, his cheeks pick from what she guessed was embarrassment or cold weather, she wasn't sure which.

But she could be wrong.

When she stopped to try to haul a cab, Anakin kept walking, and she tried to warn him, but it was already too late. He rammed into her on the sidewalk, hard, so hard he pushed her into the open back door of the taxi cab, causing her briefcase and the rest if her belongings to skitter across the sidewalk behind them.

Padmé lie steaming beneath his weight in the back of the taxi cab. "Sorry," he said, climbing off of her and brushing her off and apologizing. She pointed furiously behind him to where her things were still on the sidewalk, and some guy was trying to steal it and get away with it.

Anakin hit his head on the taxi door frame before he could get out and beat the guy to the ground, grabbed Padmé's briefcase and purse from the stranger's hands, and call him something she'd never heard before.

It was all from his planet or whatever, she reminded herself. All just his own, made-up language....