Comfort in mourning
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Category:
Star Wars (All) › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
7,046
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Comfort in mourning
Disclaimer: George Lucas owns the rights to the characters. I am not making money from this story, just writing this for fun.
Padme walked into the room, carrying a glass of tea, plus a sandwich. Anakin was just toying with various objects. "I brought you something, Anakin. Are you hungry?"
"The fixer broke. Life was so much simpler when you were fixing things. I can fix things," Anakin replied, with a choke of emotion in his voice. Padme could tell something more was bothering him than just his mother's death. But instead of asking, she allowed him to continue. "I'm good at fixing things." Then, he went back to toying with the object he was holding. "Why did she have to die? Why couldn't I save her?"
"There are somethings we can't fix. You're not all powerful, Anakin," Padme tried to reassure him, but she could tell he was getting more tense.
"I should be. I will be the most powerful Jedi ever. I promise you...I'll even learn to stop people from dying!" Anakin continued, almost to the point of irrationality.
"An?"n?"
"It's all Obi-Wan's fault! He's jealous! He's holding me back!" Anakin roared, throwing the tool into the other room.
"What is it?" Padme asked.
"I killed them. Every single one of them. Not just the men; the women and children. I killed them, I slaughtered them like animals! I hate them!" Anakin roared, then broke down and began to sob. Even though she was horrified by Anakin's confession, she sat down next to him and put an arm around him. After a few minutes of comforting him, she stood up, offered her hand to him, which he took and they left the room. They walked into the neighboring chamber, which contained a bed and dresser.
She walked up to him, placed her arms around him and began to kiss him. Surprised at this advancement, Anakin soon returned the favor and their kissing increased. Breaking the kiss briefly, Padme said, "Make love to me." Needing no more encouragement, Anakin resumed the kissing, while locatiing the bind on her blue dress. Locating it, he untied it, causing the dress to fall to the floor, leaving Padme in nothing but a white bra and panties. It was now her turn. She took off Anakin's robe and began to undo his pants. While she was concentrating on his pants, Anakin took off his shirt and shoes.
Slipping his underwear down, Padme took his cock and began to suck on it. "Ohhhh...Padme!" Anakin cried, then shot a load into her mouth. Standing up, Padme took Anakin by the hand and led him to the bed. Slipping off her bra and panties, Anakin then started fingering her clit causing Padme to moan like crazy. Then, Anaking got on top of her and inserted his cock into her.
"Fuck me! Fuck me now!" Padme cried. Anakin acquiesced as he started thrusting and thrusting. "Oh...ANAKIN!" Padme screamed as they both orgasmed at the same time. Shortly after, Padme turned around so that her ass was facing the padawan. She got up on all four fours and his cock was inserted. As he continued to thrust, he grabbed her waist to bring her closer. She screamed again as another orgasm overtook her.
Then, they went under the covers, both still very nude and went to sleep.
The next morning, they were still sleeping when Owen knocked on the doorway. Anakin sat up, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. "What is it?"
"We're ready for the funeral," Owen announced solemnly. Anakin nodded, stirred Padme, and the two got dressed...Padme in a white suit.
After brief comments by both Anakin and Cliegg Lars, the funeral was interrupted by the arrival of R2D2. 3PIO announced that the astromech droid carried a message from Obi-Wan Kenobi and asked Anakin if the name meant anything to him.
THE END
Padme walked into the room, carrying a glass of tea, plus a sandwich. Anakin was just toying with various objects. "I brought you something, Anakin. Are you hungry?"
"The fixer broke. Life was so much simpler when you were fixing things. I can fix things," Anakin replied, with a choke of emotion in his voice. Padme could tell something more was bothering him than just his mother's death. But instead of asking, she allowed him to continue. "I'm good at fixing things." Then, he went back to toying with the object he was holding. "Why did she have to die? Why couldn't I save her?"
"There are somethings we can't fix. You're not all powerful, Anakin," Padme tried to reassure him, but she could tell he was getting more tense.
"I should be. I will be the most powerful Jedi ever. I promise you...I'll even learn to stop people from dying!" Anakin continued, almost to the point of irrationality.
"An?"n?"
"It's all Obi-Wan's fault! He's jealous! He's holding me back!" Anakin roared, throwing the tool into the other room.
"What is it?" Padme asked.
"I killed them. Every single one of them. Not just the men; the women and children. I killed them, I slaughtered them like animals! I hate them!" Anakin roared, then broke down and began to sob. Even though she was horrified by Anakin's confession, she sat down next to him and put an arm around him. After a few minutes of comforting him, she stood up, offered her hand to him, which he took and they left the room. They walked into the neighboring chamber, which contained a bed and dresser.
She walked up to him, placed her arms around him and began to kiss him. Surprised at this advancement, Anakin soon returned the favor and their kissing increased. Breaking the kiss briefly, Padme said, "Make love to me." Needing no more encouragement, Anakin resumed the kissing, while locatiing the bind on her blue dress. Locating it, he untied it, causing the dress to fall to the floor, leaving Padme in nothing but a white bra and panties. It was now her turn. She took off Anakin's robe and began to undo his pants. While she was concentrating on his pants, Anakin took off his shirt and shoes.
Slipping his underwear down, Padme took his cock and began to suck on it. "Ohhhh...Padme!" Anakin cried, then shot a load into her mouth. Standing up, Padme took Anakin by the hand and led him to the bed. Slipping off her bra and panties, Anakin then started fingering her clit causing Padme to moan like crazy. Then, Anaking got on top of her and inserted his cock into her.
"Fuck me! Fuck me now!" Padme cried. Anakin acquiesced as he started thrusting and thrusting. "Oh...ANAKIN!" Padme screamed as they both orgasmed at the same time. Shortly after, Padme turned around so that her ass was facing the padawan. She got up on all four fours and his cock was inserted. As he continued to thrust, he grabbed her waist to bring her closer. She screamed again as another orgasm overtook her.
Then, they went under the covers, both still very nude and went to sleep.
The next morning, they were still sleeping when Owen knocked on the doorway. Anakin sat up, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. "What is it?"
"We're ready for the funeral," Owen announced solemnly. Anakin nodded, stirred Padme, and the two got dressed...Padme in a white suit.
After brief comments by both Anakin and Cliegg Lars, the funeral was interrupted by the arrival of R2D2. 3PIO announced that the astromech droid carried a message from Obi-Wan Kenobi and asked Anakin if the name meant anything to him.
THE END