Padmé Amidala Skywalker (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} i_cannot_follow) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} makebelievelog,@ 2012-09-27 22:27:00 |
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What: Padmé dreams they are at Varykino and what their future could have been like had things gone just a bit differently
When: Thursday, September 27, 2012 - night time, while sleeping.
Where: Physically they are sound asleep in their bedroom. Mentally, a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away
Rating/Warnings: We are offering dental plans for those who wish to read this horribly sappy log, see us for details, it’s so fluffy!!!
Status: Complete / Closed
There were times when it was overwhelming. The knowledge of what was to come, of the larger picture. The forces of "destiny" that had pushed Padmé and Anakin along, like two leaves tossed into a trickling stream. The knowledge that there was nothing Padmé could do to save herself, to save Anakin, once their stay in the Land of Make Believe came to an end.
But for once, it wasn't the ruling thought on Padmé’s mind. Varykino sprawled out around her, it was hard to find a sensation of fear or dread in relation to her home world, her home planet. Rather, she felt a sense of peace that had eluded her.
She was sitting on the side of the shores, looking out at the mostly still water. The occasional ripple broke the stillness, hints of a chilling breeze occasionally sweeping across the star-reflecting waters to add to the soft noises of the night.
“That one,” Anakin said after a long moment of contemplation. He was pointing up at the sky, at a bright shimmering blue-white star, midway between the horizon and the center of the sky and straight up from the roof line of the lodge across the lake.
He was beside Padmé on that shore, their sides pressed tightly against each other. Anakin was supporting them both with one hand propped behind them. He wasn’t looked at where he was pointing, he was staring down at Padmé, all the love and devotion for her blazing in his eyes.
“That’s the one I would pick.”
"Hm?" Padmé turned her head slightly to look up at Anakin. Her mind had been lost, probably floating somewhere near where Anakin had chosen with his star. It was hard not to let her mind drift off, amidst this feeling of safety and security.
"What about that one?" The strength behind Padmé's question was a bit faded as she spoke it, as her tone went softer and a smile slowly took over her face. She almost forgot what she was asking, in that sole moment. It would've been impossible not to smile, given the look in his eyes. It gave her an undeniable warm feeling inside.
“I’m naming it after you,” he said maintaining their locked gaze. He knew Padmé had been lost in thought, but from the look she was giving him, it seemed he had presented a suitable distraction. Now to get her to focus on the topic of the star.
He almost lost his train of thought looking down into her warm brown eyes. The way she gazed at him was disarming for sure. He could remain like this, adrift forever.
“I’ll petition the jurisdiction of that system to have it made record.” And the way he said it would have left no one in doubt that he would do just that.
Padmé laughed softly, leaning up to kiss Anakin. One of the cool breezes that occasionally caused the ripples on the water hit the shore, instead, but Padmé didn't even notice it. Leaning against Anakin, their eyes locked, she probably wouldn't have even noticed rain until it started to pour.
"You don't need to have a star named after me. I already have a galaxy of stars. Two, in fact." She briefly glanced to the watered reflection, then the sky, before looking back at Anakin. "And I have the only person in any galaxy that I'd want to share them with. I couldn't ask for more."
If Padmé’s reverie had been disrupted just by Anakin’s burning gaze, all sensible thoughts were destroyed the moment her lips pressed against his. He didn’t even have enough presence of mind to insist upon his original endeavor. A kiss was enough to overpower the stars.
His hand pointing up at the heavens dropped to her face and he brushed his thumb along her jaw line.
A soft sigh escaped his lips when she drew back to speak. “If I cannot please you by naming a star after you, tell me what I can do, must do. It’s all I ever want to do.”
Padmé didn't pull back too far, but rather stayed as close to Anakin as she could within reason. She didn't want to pull back, to be away from him. She wanted the moment to last, to dwell in his gaze and the feelings it left stirring in her.
"Never go too far away from me. You please me, Anakin." Padmé smiled, stating a rather simple request. It seemed obvious in its simplicity; it all seemed possible. Everything in the galaxy seemed possible in that moment to her. "I love you."
“Never,” Anakin agreed. “I will never leave your side.” And he leaned in to close that insubstantial gap between them, but paused, just as his lips were about to touch hers and returned that, “I love you,” before completing the act.
It was as close to perfect as they could get.
From across the lake, at the lodge, echoed the sudden sound of children’s laughter, hinting that Luke and Leia were not fast asleep as two very young children ought to be at this late hour. Anakin would guess they’d been up the whole time, whispering to not alert anyone, but just now one had made the other laugh, and, being impulsive younglings they were, could not contained themselves any longer. The culprit making the other burst out would have to be Leia, she was the more feisty of the two, she could get a rise out of the most surprising individuals.
“Do we pretend they are good little children and ignore this? Or should we return and scold them and tuck them back into bed?”
Padmé pursed her lips together at the sound of laughter, trying (with great futility) to hide the amusement that made its way onto her face at her children's antics. Granted, it had interrupted a very romantic moment, but she wasn't in utter shock that the children were up.
"They take after their father." Padmé teased, a grin lighting up her face as she finally gave into the situation that had been dealt. Even with the interruption, it was idyllic. "We go put them back into bed, make sure they can be just as laughter filled tomorrow morning. Then we can settle down in front of the fireplace and continue this conversation."
“I would hardly state that is the case,” Anakin said, rising to his feet.
He did not welcome departing from Padmé side, however brief this moment may be. But another giggle, followed this time by, yes, that was Leia’s voice adding to the chorus, traveled to them. If they weren’t reminded to go to bed they would wake the whole countryside.
The price of parenthood, Anakin supposed. But he really couldn’t complain, and secretly he enjoyed every minute of it. Even when his two very recalcitrant children interrupted his and Padmé’s time together.
He held out a hand down to Padmé to assist her. “I had no brothers or sisters. You did. I’m sure they are acting just as you and Sola did at that age.”
Padmé's fondest childhood memories were of the brief gap between the young years, which were too fuzzy to remember, and her teen years when she had become Princess of Theed, then Queen of Naboo. Padmé couldn't deny that Anakin's words were true and the hint of a smirk on her face said as much.
"But you love me anyhow." She stated, a hint of white teeth flashing as she took his hand and rose to her feet.
Padmé loved her sister, dearly, and was quite happy to have an ability for her children to play with her sister's. Sola could get rather strong with her opinions, at time, but the two sisters generally got along. The same streak of stubborn strength could've been said true of Padmé, after all.
“No denying that now, I’m afraid,” Anakin answered her with his own smile.
They set off around the lake and made it back to their lodge without hearing any more naughty children’s voices call out. It made for a very peaceful walk, but Anakin was not fooled into thinking it was unnecessary to check on their children. As they approached the door to their bedroom they could hear Luke and Leia’s small voices conspiring over something.
At this point he deferred to Padmé’s lead. She was the politician after all, he always thought those skills should lend well to guiding and disciplining unruly children.
Padmé walked in and went between the children, brushing Luke's hair out of his face and putting a stuffed toy that had fallen on the floor and placing it back next to Leia's side. The two children didn't even pretend to be asleep, at this point, as Leia reached out, grabbed the toy, and hugged it.
"You two need to sleep." Padmé pointed out, her tone gentle. It was hardly the strong argument of a politician. Rather, her added in statement right after was the politician meeting the discipline of children. "How about we have a compromise? Your father and I tell you another story, you two have to sleep."
Leia, her dark hair in a loose braid, fell back into her pillow with a large grin. The glint in her eyes reminded her, extremely so, of Anakin. She looked over to the more fair-haired Luke, a reflection of his father, to see if the boy agreed.
Anakin had taken up point in the door frame, leaning against it and watching the scene before him with an easy smile.
Both children were pleased with the offer their mother had made. Anakin, however, held back, holding up a pleading hand. “You know the only thing I tell well involves aggressive negotiations. Hardly appropriate for a bedtime story.”
Padmé gave Anakin a hint of a challenging look, the look shared just between the adults. Still, she obliged and after a few moments told a silly children's tale about how the peko-peko went from a harmless reptavian to having toxic skin and feathers to protect itself. It was obviously a made up tale, a legend, and Padmé gave it the pretense of being a legend. The children, of course, needed to know truth and legend. But on the planet of Naboo where adulthood was based on maturity, Padmé didn't want to completely rob them of the silly stories, the fun parts of childhood. If anything, given the high stress childhoods that their parents had experienced, she wanted to protect Luke and Leia's childhood all the more.
It didn't take long before the two settled down, tired despite their earlier attempts to stay up.
Anakin walked in then. As he passed Padmé he brushed his hand along her shoulder. He leaned down to drop first a kiss to Luke’s forehead, then he turned to Leia’s bed. He kissed her too, but he also said in a quiet voice, “Go to sleep.”
Leia smiled up at him in a way that would have portended a long night of no sleep, it was so mischievous, if it wasn’t for how sleepy it also looked. Sometimes a parent’s best ally was the depletion of their children’s energy packs.
And then he retreated to the door with Padmé, closing it behind him as they entered the hall.
Padmé let out a contented sigh once in the hallway, finding herself with a sense of happiness, comfort, and safety that enveloped her. Her family was safe, she had a husband she loved and two wonderful children. She couldn't ask for more.
"They do so take after you. And now," Her voice was soft as they started the slow trek away from the door and to the fireplace. "Where were we?"
“You were rejecting my gift,” Anakin reminded Padmé as they entered the sitting room connected to the master suit. He closed the door behind them as they entered. He wore a mischievous grin on his face, the very same that had found its way into the genetics of their children.
“And you were professing your love and kissing me to make your refusal easier for me to bear. We could return to that?”
Padmé broke into a wide grin, laughing a little and looking down as she walked to sit down on the couch in front of the still unlit fireplace. Her voice was light, her eyes glinting as she teased, "Well, if I was refusing you, I don't see a need to lead you on..."
“You were making it easier,” Anakin restated, obviously Padmé had missed it when he said it.
He sat next to her on the couch, he understood her reference loud and clear. “Not making it more difficult for me.”
Padmé continued to grin, quite amused with the current bit of teasing. Perhaps it was the latent politician in her or perhaps it was a desire to keep Anakin on his toes, but she enjoyed teasing him on occasion. "I thought I was asking for a different gift instead, not rejecting yours. I was going by what you said, just now."
“Oh?” he raised an eyebrow.
“Perhaps,” he leaned in closer, that fire burning in his eyes again. But he was careful not to touch her, he could tease, too. And he did know how she smoldered under his gazes like this. “Maybe you should explain it in better detail for the non-politician in the room. Subtlety has always eluded me.”
For someone who claimed not to grasp subtlety, Anakin could tease with the best of them. The look in his eyes left Padmé captivated. The bright blue eyes had always been expressive, in Padmé's opinion, hinting at and sometimes telling her so many things when words failed. She loved just staring into his eyes, though admittedly she had far more on her mind in the moment than staring.
"How about I show you, instead?"
Anakin leaned closer, he was after, afflicted with a great lacking of patience when he knew what was in store for him. And as much as he knew Padmé loved the way he looked at her, he was also aware of how much power she knew she held over him. Everything about her drew him towards her and he could not pull away even if he wanted to.
There lips were almost brushing already as it was.
“You can show me.”
Padmé closed the small gap, her eyes shutting as she leaned into the kiss. The warmth of the embrace left her with a strong sense of passion and undeniable with signs of being punch-drunk with love as she briefly became wrapped in the moment. Padmé was just as lost in the moment of love and peace, pure happiness, as she had been earlier when looking into Anakin's eyes.
Anakin would say that Padmé had a certain flare for explaining things. Like now, what she was doing with her mouth. Against his. It was very clear and convincing.
Anakin open that kiss, deepening it. He brought on hand to her face, his thumb caressing her jaw. His other hand moved to her waist and started pulling her into his lap. They were both burning for this; he could feel Padmé’s eagerness thrummed in tandem with his own.
And as they continued, they dreamed on.