Ani - An ftm star wars clone wars au

Chapter 5- Emotions

Written by Sam

Padmé listened as Anakin, that was strange, began to talk about his training, and how he would soon remove his padawan braid. How he had studied piloting and mechanics, which only made her laugh, she remembered the little pod-racing slave who called her an angel. The beautiful blonde hair and blue eyes, cut in a short bob so as not to interfere with the tech she, no, he was forced to work on. That was the biggest change, she had spent years reminiscing about her time on Tatooine with the little girl who saved her planet. Now he was tall, his face angular and his eyes warm, but still the bluest blue she had seen, still her Ani.

"Do you have any meds in here?" His gentle voice cut through her thoughts,
"Um, yeah, second shelf on the right, what for?"
"That time of the month, it's a bitch, put me in the hospital a few times, but hey, no big thing. All I need is some strong pain inhibitors."
The nonchalant tone he had worried her, had he really been so ill, sure, her sister had, but she was older, she had surgery for it, Anakin wasn't even twenty standard years old. Padmé made a mental note to look after her newly reacquainted friend, without letting him know about it of course, he was just as stubborn as he was back then.

One of Padmé's handmaidens knocked on the door and entered. When she saw the Jedi rummaging through the supplies that were specifically for hygiene, she ran to her lady to make sure she was alright. However Anakin cut in, explaining that they were for himself, with an apprehension that was obvious to someone regardless of the force. The handmaiden, now introduced as Sabé, quickly understood, and gave the two privacy. Padmé then spoke,
"She won't talk you know, Sabé is really nice. She once covered for me in the senate, dressed in my gear and stuff, whilst I was, um, whilst I was on a date with lady Bonteri..."
"Wait, as in Bonteri the separatist?" Anakin's surprise was mainly at the political alignment, but also the date, he didn't realise that Padmé was one to seek romantic attachments.
"Yes Ani, before she left the Republic, we were close, she was my second crush, we were fifteen." It was conversations like this that left Padmé feeling lifted, light and free, not the child forced into politics too young.
"Second hey? Who was the first? Me?" Anakin probed, a swagger to his tone that was quite amusing to watch.
"No, um," she paused, buried her scarlet face in her arms then peeked up to look at him, "it was Obi-Wan."
She returned to her prior position, embarrassed beyond belief, but then she heard a snicker, which morphed into a chuckle, then became an all out hollering laughter. At this, she flicked Anakin hard on the ear, and he shut up, still smirking and trying to contain himself. Their banter continued throughout the long journey to Naboo, until all except the pilot had fallen asleep. Padmé and Anakin, without realising, were sleeping softly on the couch, the small lady encased in his strong arms. Subconsciously snuggling closer, Anakin's dreams were peaceful for a whole nights sleep, and he loved every second of it.