I Would Die For You Once More {ANIDALA AU}

Chapter Seven - "Privacy? What's That?" A Trip to the Beach & An Intrusion

The next morning, since this Anakin Skywalker guy seemed to think everything was so foreign, Padmé took him on a quick trip to the department store to buy a couple pairs of men's swim trunks (he even thought those were foreign) so he could wear something normal on their trip to the beach that day. When they got back home, Padmé instructed Anakin to go get dressed in his new swim trunks and one of his new t-shirts, and he had started to change right there and then. "No, no, no, no!" had been Padmé's reaction, and then she had pushed him into the downstairs bathroom and shut the door on him.

When he had finally gotten dressed and ready, walking barefoot through the house, he called for Padmé, who was nowhere to be found downstairs. He walked upstairs, casually opening each door to look for her, until he found her by opening her bedroom doors, causing her to scream.

He was staring right at a.... well, almost-naked Padmé in her very revealing undergarments.

"Padmé, what the kriff! What are you wearing?!"

Padmé frantically looked around for something to cover herself with, until finally she grabbed a blanket off of her bed and wrapped it around herself, screaming at him to get out, and when he wouldn't listen, shoving him out of her room herself and slamming and locking the doors in his face.

The car ride was silent for the most part, Padmé still being furious with him for walking in on her.

"Padmé," Anakin finally said, breaking the silence.

She didn't answer, just sighed.

Anakin waited. Finally, after a couple of minutes she said, "You walked in on me in by bra and underwear, and I'm gonna be bitter about it, Anakin."

"I'm sorry. It's just usually you...."

She looked at him expectantly, waiting for him and as if to say, "Go on. Keep talking."

But he didn't.

He remained silent and so did she for the remainder of the ride, until they got there. The place was full of sand, Anakin saw when they pulled up in Padmé's car. The place was sand.

Anakin hated sand.

He mumbled and grumbled as he got out of the car, carrying her towels and other things that they had brought from out of the trunk like he had instructed, and stopped just before the sand. She walked ahead, stepping into the sand. "Come on, Anakin. We'll put some sunscreen on once we lay our towels out and put the umbrella up." She continued to walk forward, not aware that Anakin wasn't moving, staying stationary in his spot in the parking lot.

"Padmé," he called ahead, and she turned back to look at him.

"What are you doing?" she asked with a laugh. "Come on!"

"I-I.... I don't like sand," he admitted.

"Don't be silly. Come on. I'll show you how much fun you can have at the beach, even if you don't like sand."

Reluctantly, he followed her, cringing as his feet hit the rough, hot sand.

Once they set everything up, Padmé took her shorts and top off to reveal the same type of 'outfit' -- if that's what you wanted to calm it -- that Anakin previously wasn't supposed to see her in.

"Padmé, is that what you're wearing?" he asked, scanning her up and down. It showed all parts of her legs, all parts of her arms, all of her stomach and back, half of her butt, half of her boobs.... was she really allowed to wear this in public?

"It's called a bikini, Anakin. Calm down."

"It's called a bikini, Anakin, calm down," Anakin imitated, sticking his tongue out at the back of her.

She turned to look at him, and he took his bottle of water out of the bag, whistling and looking around. Once he met eyes with Padmé again, she was laughing. Anakin smiled a little at her.

When she turned away for a second, Anakin's face flushed with embarrassment. Great stars, Anakin. You're such a jerk, he thought to himself.

He stood up again, bumping into Padmé and almost knocking her over, but he grabbed her wrist and caught her, pulling her back up to him.

She blushed. "Thanks," she said, tucking a section of hair behind her ear.

"Yeah. Sure."

She cracked open a white bottle she was holding and held it up. "Okay. Sunscreen. You know what it is?"

He didn't answer, just stared blankly at her.

"Guess not," she assumed. She looked up at him with her beautiful brown eyes. "You see this? The point of this is to --"

Wow. She was stunning. Anakin had seen her and touched her and done whatever over a thousand times before, when he had her all to himself. But then he ruined it, and it was all his fault.

"Anakin Skywalker. Listen to me," Padmé was saying, shaking him.

He shook his head, ridding the thoughts from his mind. "Oh. Sorry."

"You might want to take your shirt off for this."

Padmé's heart began to pitter-patter again when Anakin pulled his t-shirt off and tossed it over the bag. She had never thought about how muscular he would be, and even if she had, she wouldn't have thought he worked out that much.

She started spraying something on him, something cold. He yelled and jumped forward.

"Anakin, I told you what I was going to do already! Come here," she told him, pointing to the ground in front of her. He obeyed, standing in front of her with his back turned to her.

She sighed behind him. "Anakin Skywalker, you are going to be the death of me. You are so stubborn sometimes."

He smirked, shaking his head.

Once she had sprayed the stuff all over him and then all over herself, she started rubbing her skin where she had sprayed it.

She looked up at him staring at her. "Go on, Anakin. You have to rub it in for it to actually work."

He hesitated, standing there for a second.

"Oh, for goodness sakes," she sighed, walking over to him, taking his wrist and placing his palm on his chest. "Rub it. You can wash it off your hands in the water."

After that, they walked down to the edge of the water together, standing there for a moment. It was peaceful.

She blushed when he met his beautiful blue eyes with hers. He smiled. "Show me what to do," he said. "Lead the way."