A long time ago in a Galaxy far, far away....
It is time, my lovely readers! An overly emotional and romantic Prelude to Revenge of the Sith is coming up. So I guess you could say it begins now! I'm so excited!!! Revenge of the Sith is by far my favorite Star Wars movie!
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A hand brushed against my shoulder, gently waking me from sleep. My eyes greeted the city lights; shadows created from blinds showed the sun had yet to rise. Why was Ani waking me up so early?
"Leta, I need to tell you something," Anakin said, his lips gently playing with my earlobe. A tantalizing touch that tickled, and I rolled over with a tired giggle.
"You are the most beautiful sight to wake up to," he whispered. "I'm the luckiest man in the universe; if I forget, feel free to remind me."
I giggled even harder. If he woke me up to tell me that, I wouldn't complain. He was a hell of a sight to wake up to. It was always a reminder of handsome he was. His eyes, their majestic haunting blue, filled with emotions. Eyes that promised me what I feared to ask of another. His golden hair, wavy, brushing against his cheeks and shoulders, a bit messy from waking up, made it even more tempting to fool around.
And his lips, the ultimate temptation of the Galaxy. I wanted them constantly, whether for a simple kiss, a hot make-out, or something more adventurous. Hell, I wanted all of him. Thank the Force he was my one and only love.
He stroked my cheek, and I couldn't resist. I brought his soft lips against mine, enjoying the tenderness of his kiss. My hands weaved through his golden hair and the leather of his robes... Wait what?
I pulled away, popping myself up and looking at him quizzically. "You are dressed a little prematurely, don't you think?"
My hand wandered over his robe-covered chest. I had to press harder because his uniform was so thick with protection. I didn't mind; all things considered, it kept him safe. My robes were suited for mobility, meaning I had to be extra careful.
He heaved a heavy, defeated sigh, averting his gaze, which was a bad sign. "The Council requested I return to the outer-rim sieges. I didn't want to tell you last night, I... I don't know when I'll return."
And the war strikes again.
"Oh... I see. I wish you could stay," I said seductively, my finger bopping his nose, tracing his lips; he gently bit down on my nail. It was so damn sexy. I didn't want him to go. It could be months before I could hold him again, which made me more grateful for last night.
Before the whole terrorist ordeal, I was to head the Outer-rim sieges. Now I didn't know what the Council needed of me other than continuing to train the younglings. I would be more than happy to do so. Or maybe join the war effort again with Anakin and Obi-Wan. I hadn't had a real chance to fight by their side. Then again, battling in my weakened state sounded like a great way to get me killed.
"Don't tempt me. I don't want to go as it is. I want to stay and shower you with endless kisses."
"Ani!"
Anakin jumped on top of me and playfully kissed my forehead, brow, cheeks, and neck while I continued to laugh till my sides were sore. I loved this side of him, a moment of happiness before he returned to being the all-mighty heroic warrior defending the Galaxy. Despite losing someone he cared for, his smile was so bright — like the rising sun.
"I love you, Leta," he expressed, like I was the answer to his troubles. I wish I were, and I wish I could erase all the negativity in our lives and live a happy ever after — like my dream. That only happened in fairy tales; I was too old to believe in them anymore.
"As do I, Ani. I'm here," I said, placing a hand over his heart." Never forget that when you're out there, ok."
"Then I'm in your heart too," he said, lowering his head to kiss near my left breast, where my heart beats the hardest. The pressure was just right, causing my body to heat up. It was so profound and sensual — much different from last night's passion — both full of love and care.
His soft lips traced up, and I snapped my head back, exposing my neck with a low moan. I knew he had to leave soon, but he couldn't wake me up and leave me all hot and bothered like this; that would be cruel. I waited for his smooth lips to kiss and suck on my neck; anticipation raced to my toes. Yet, to my disappointment, I felt nothing.
I opened my eyes just as his hand traveled to my neck, brows creased, and eyes squinted painfully as if the Galaxy was ending. His words came out like a whisper full of anguish. "I'm so S-sorry, more sorry than words can convey."
Is he really going to leave me like this?
"What's wrong?"
"I... I hurt you," he fretted, his hand shaking as he looked down at it like the day he punched the wall.
I cocked my head questionably at him. I felt no different and suspected the stiffness was from my recovery. Besides, last night's fun wasn't as rough as fighting Barriss, just enough to be equally powerful and relaxing. He obviously noticed something I didn't.
"What do you mean?"
He pressed a button to illuminate the room and pulled down my nightgown, which I had slipped into at some point. The aftermath was blurry except for the sensation, the fire still lingered, and I hoped it wouldn't dissipate when he was away fighting.
Anakins touched my neck, and my collarbone was like a ghost. I barely noticed until he brushed against a specific spot and jumped at the throbbing pain. I looked down only to see purplish spots at my collarbone, supposedly going up my neck. There were some on my legs, but nothing serious. Stuff like this could happen in bed and not on purpose, so I wasn't fazed.
"The pain you feel? Are bruises... my fingerprints... I did this... I... N-need to go," he stuttered, scrambling out of bed.
I followed him, worried that if this went unresolved, it would torment his mind and make him more reckless than ever, and I couldn't lose him because of that.
Or ever.
"Ani, hold up!"
His hand stopped inches from the button that opened the doors to the exit. He closed his first, his hand still shaking. I knew it would bother him if he lost a bit of control, he didn't know his own strength some days, but I didn't die, so that's telling. In fact, I liked it more than I expected.
"Ani, please don't leave it like this," I pleaded.
"I'm a monster — how can I do this to you and not be," he whispered, an undercurrent mix of anger and sadness. He turned around with a frustrated sigh. He didn't dare look into my eyes as his head looked at the ground, clearly upset.
I took both my hands and played with the ends of his hair. "It was a risk, but I enjoyed it. I'm calm and relaxed. My negativity washed away the moment we came together."
He remained stiff as a board as he spoke: "I love you so much that I can't live without you. To know I'm the one that caused you pain? I can't... I can't accept that. Then seeing my fingerprints marked on your precious neck hurts me more than losing a limb."
That's saying a lot considering he did. Oh, Ani.
"It's nothing. Shit happens when people lose themselves in each other. It's not like it was intentional."
"Oh, watching you squirm, beg and moan as I held you against me was defiantly intentional. What scared me was how easy it was, how much I enjoyed that control, and how easily I lost all senses in one rapturous whole, thinking I was invincible. Because in my right mind, I could never conceive of doing such a thing to you," Anakin confessed worriedly. "And yet I look at you, how you make me feel; all I can think is that I want to do it again."
"Oh, last night wasn't enough for you, hero man?" I teased, hoping to ease the tension.
"Enough to scare the hell out of me and yearn for you for all entirety? Then yes."
I, for one, was fine. I didn't realize how much I tormented his soul, how he was putty in my hands. He would give me the world and suffer for it. That wasn't healthy. He should be able to provide me with the world and enjoy it together. As my Jedi half spoke in my mind, be wary of overindulgence. Doing what we did last night, full of unbridled passion and giving into the deepest and most dangerous desires to relieve the other darker parts, should be kept to only when needed.
The usual intimate tenderness of our love was enough for me — always — and I truly enjoyed it the most. He had nothing to fear, never with me, and it saddened me that he felt this way.
"Ok," I said calmly. "I understand your frustration, and I'm sorry this happened." I pointed to my neck, grabbed his hand to trace the wounds, then placed it on my cheek. His eyes followed me the whole time. A smoldering desire swirled within, but he had that softness only reserved for me.
He's back to being my Anakin I know and love when that peaks through his lust.
"But you must understand the way I feel when I'm in your arms. A single glance or touch causes me to feel safe and alive. I trust you and know you have a decent amount of self-control; otherwise, you would have done far worse."
He brushed the side of my hair behind my ear softly, lovingly. A gesture telling me I was the most beloved human in the Galaxy. "I'm sorry. I'll do better, I promise."
"You're already perfect for me, so don't change a thing," I said, pushing him against the door. It was my turn to show him. My lips lightly trailed up his neck, my hands wandering to the most intimate places. Anakin remained still. His hands moved to my upper arms, trying to resist my temptations. He refused to look at me, and his head turned to the side, which granted more access to his neck. Anakin's breathing became much heavier as his apples bobbed with a gulp. Little by little, he was starting to come around.
I wanted to push him gently to make him realize it was ok. What happened last wasn't a fluke; it was incredible. And what Anakin did before that was amazing too.
"Leta, I have to lea—"
My husband's eyes fluttered closed. His words faded into a deep moan, which encouraged me further. "Force, I can't resist you, Leta, my love, heart, and soul— you mean everything — are everything." He said it like a solemn breathless vow, and they struck deeper into my heart, making it his forever, just like he was mine to hold, to cherish and love eternally.
"Make love to me, Ani, one more time before you go," I appealed to his more romantic side. I wanted our last moments together to be full of happiness before he headed into battle.
"I'm going to be so late. Obi-Wan is going to kill me," he said, smirking.
"It will be worth it."
"Your right — I don't care. I want you to remember my touch at the loneliest of times, to crave me when you're restless. To feel at peace in the darkness of nights, to know where ever I am, I'm feeling the same thing and that I am thinking of you, always."
"Be careful I don't distract you in battle," I teased, but he didn't smile. Instead, he started at me in pure, utter awe, not in passion.
"Thinking of you is what keeps me sane and gives me clarity in each fight I face. It gives me something to live for, a purpose to continue this war, a place to return to feel comfortable and myself," Anakin declared, confirming what I already knew from the moment we met.
I am his life — a part of his reason for being (besides fulfilling prophecies).
Anakin didn't say anything more. He wrapped his arms around me, kissing me with his soft lips. He gently laid me on the ground, slowly working around my nightgown. Each movent had a purpose, to show the sincerity of his words and apology for last night — not that he needed to.
Instead of tracing my scars, he found each and everyone one, giving them a lingering kiss while his hands traced my body, making me lose myself in his wonderous touch once more.
"I love you," he kept whispering. It heightened my senses, finding ourselves in each other far more incredible than before. We were one, bonded for life, and beyond the netherworld of the Force. I didn't want to let him go. However, thinking such things would hurt me. Instead, I focused on the pleasure we brought one another, and I treasured it while it lasted because I didn't want it to end.
I felt so much the I started to cry, and when he heard my tears, he immediately stopped. Gazing up with love, concern, and fear that he was hurting me again.
"Are you alright? Do you need me to stop?"
"Don't you dare, Ani," I affirmed through tears.
"I can't watch you cry, even when it's beautiful. I can't see you in pain again. I—"
I pressed a finger to his lips, and his eyes widened momentarily. "It's not pain, I promise. I want this to last forever, to be happy forever. But life doesn't work like that."
I thought I was sobbing before, but the flooded gates busted open. "I want the fairytale happy ending — a peaceful life with you surrounded by our kids on Naboo. I want that dream to come true. It's childish!" I cried, and he stroked my cheek.
"No, it's not," he said. "I may be arrogant, hot-headed, and reckless. But I care. I promise you — I will give you that life and more.
"But I don't want to force you if you don't wish for the same. You need to be happy too."
"Believe me when I say this, Leta.
I love nothing more than to make you happiest being in Galaxy. That is part of the joy I feel when you smile. That fact that I want that life too when this war ends makes it so much more enjoyable."
"Really? I asked, scarcely believing Anakin was able to live the quiet life. Then again, he did express wanting kids before.
"If I had the power to grant that wish right now, and I should. You best believe I'll be winning best dad of the year awards."
I giggled, my tears slowly fading.
"You would be an amazing father; nobody could care for them more."
"Accept you," Anakin said, kissing my lingering tears away. He didn't move, waiting for my permission to continue what we had started, so I planted my lips on him, practically dragging him further into me.
"Leta..." he said my name like a prayer and leaned his head on mine.
It didn't take long to feel his love again, and I made sure we both felt blissful, untouchable to anyone but each other. This moment wasn't a spark to keep his flame lit inside forever; we had already established that. It was a promise, sealed by our love, that we would make our dreams come true.
And every second, that desire became stronger and more vibrant than I could imagine. There was nothing in this Galaxy keeping us truly apart. He had my heart and soul, and he gladly gave me his.
Together we could do anything.
And it was together that we were cable of feeling this blissful sensation pass in mindblowing ecstasy. Anakin and I, in those moments, rose upright, facing one another, clinging together as if mended by glue. His eyes sparkled with wonderment, like gazing up at stars for the first time. How could someone like me exist in his troubled world? How did he become so lucky to have me in his embrace? Those were his unguarded thoughts, and my answer was simple.
I loved him — eternally.
And he earned that love.
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The sun had lit Coruscant skies when Anakin left. I was sure he would hear an earful from The Council. But at least he was hopeful and at peace for the future. I was so happy I spun around like I did as a child. I couldn't help it. I've been in such turmoil in the past months. The only good was the younglings, Anakin and Obi-Wan, being alive.
I suppose that kept me from going completely insane. I started to take solace in the happy moments when surrounded by chaos, something I needed to help Ani with. It could give him peace of mind.
I paused. My comm was beating louder than a snoring bear. I answered. Boom-Boom appeared on the Holocall with a giddy, if not sloppy, salute.
"Ma'am, you won't believe it. Joker is alive and kicking. Come to Kamino. I'm sure your presence will jumpstart his day, much like mine."
I thought I was cheerful before, but my newfound joy busted my happy meter. This was the best news I heard in a while.
"I'm on my way, Boom-Boom make sure you prepare for your illustrious leader," I said excitedly.
"Nothing but best for our amazing Queen," He teased before he left the call.
I didn't think; I just did. I rushed around, finding decent robes for buckets of rain. (I'm pretty sure showing up to Kamino naked would be one of those weird top ten worst nightmare scenarios). I didn't bother with makeup and pulled my hair in a messy bun with a braid to keep it somewhat stylish.
And I ran as fast as my feet could carry me to the shuttle to see my squad mates. I needed these moments in life because they made the fight all the more worthwhile.
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