Ani - An ftm star wars clone wars au

Chapter 6- Home

Written by Sam

Anakin woke with a grumble as the ship landed, he felt quite stiff, but also weighed down. Turning his head he saw Padmé had fallen asleep on him, and he her,
"Padmé," shaking the senator gently, "we're here, wake up."
She mumbled something incoherent and buried her face into his shoulder, and although the young Jedi was exhilarated to have this sort of contact, he shook her once more.
"Come on Padmé, we're on Naboo."
At these words, the lady began to move, though still groggy from napping where they did, and left the ship, Jedi in tow.

At the bottom of the ramp was her parents, her sister Sola, and the current queen of Naboo, along with some handmaidens. They were all very glad to see her alive and well, and greeted the handsome man with a warmth he rarely received. Travelling through the city of Theed made Anakin feel nostalgic, there wasn't much in his life prior to joining the order that he liked to think about, but this was definitely one of them. His thoughts then wandered to his master, and his master before him, how they fought so hard against the Sith lord, and they were fighting for him. It was still to be determined by the force and the mother Goddess who had truly won; knowing his destiny was almost entirely predetermined, he shuddered, and snapped back to see Senator Amidala chatting comfortably with her family. Perhaps one day, it might be his family too.

That evening, Padmé was in her bedchambers, chatting to Anakin quite comfortably, as if they had never been apart. She took off her large headdress and placed it on a wig stand, with the pull of a pin her dark brown curls flowed down her back - Anakin was in awe of her grace.
"Turn around a second, I want to get changed, this corset is killing me."
She began fumbling with the lace at the back, struggling to reach with her short arms,
"On second thought," she continued, "could you help me, I can't reach."
This made the padawan turn the colour of Mustafar, and his face felt as hot too. However he did aid the senator, making sure to not leave his hand lingering on her delicate skin, even if he wanted to. As the lace came undone, he averted his eyes so she could slip into a nightgown, it would be wrong to look, she might not care for him that way, and even if she did, she hadn't said he could. He thought about his body and what he had done to it in the past, remembering he had had his binder on underneath his robes for nearly 30 hours. Whilst he felt less pain as a Jedi, the damage still occurred, Obi-Wan would not be pleased if he knew - suddenly a tap on his shoulder brought him out of his thoughts.
"Anakin, Anakin, are you still with me?" A gentle, giggly voice questioned, it was Padmé.
"Uh, um, yeah, sorry senator, I was thinking, I, I need to go get changed into my own nightwear, and leave you to sleep. I'm sorry if I was intruding..." His rambling trailed off into an awkward silence, but she just raised a hand, caressed his cheek, and said that he wasn't an intrusion, he was a friend. This made him feel very warm again, but he still needed to see what damage had been done to his upper body, and with that he bid the angel goodnight.

Arriving shortly at his room, he undressed as carefully as he could, looking in the mirror was not a fun task. As well as the bruising around his ribcage, he could see his figure, his bust, it was as if his reflection mocked him. Grabbing some bacta gel, he tended to his body, trying to ignore the voice inside saying that he didn't deserve to heal, he wasn't in the mood. Slipping into his night robes, he closed his eyes, thinking of the senator, of Padmé, hoping she was thinking of him too.