a love more divine would be ethereal.
             how    fragile   she feels against him. how    DELICATE.   like a    quivering dove   in the looped limbs of a    slobbering,   volatile predator. he feared if he made    one wrong move,   sheâd pull away,   &  the cord keeping    their hearts   tied together would    snap,   &  he would    BLEED OUT.   â   why not? we have    nothing   to be ashamed of.. so    what   if they    know   we got    MARRIED.  â   rational thinking    wasnât   anakinâs strength. he knew    the consequences   of falling in    love.   getting    married.   heâd be stripped of his    jedi title.   but part of him didnât    care.   because then he could be with padme    freely,   without fear,    JUDGMENT,   or secrecy. his palm cupped her    cheek,   bringing her mouth    back   to his once more. something was    amiss.   he could feel her body    trembling   beneath her cloak, goosebumps    rippling   along the base of his nape as anakin sensed her    unease.  â   what is it,    MY LOVE?   â   his hand moved to her hair,    smoothing   tender fingertips along the dark,    familiar strands,   head tilting, brows pinching as he    studied   her.
                        â  you know i    canât   let you do that. â
              shadows filter across her face as she shifts, not further away from him but   CLOSER,   a subtle gesture, one of promise.    a promise,  silent vows to him that she would stay by his side  always and forever,  & itâd been sealed with a   kiss   in the lake country on   naboo.   sheâd    promised,   &  keep that promise she would.  she understood his   want   to let   others   know, she did.   how she    CRAVED   his touch in the middle of the day ;    wished   that she could hold his hand like     other couples    did,  & how they could offer kisses of   greeting   and    departure.  she couldnât be like that, she couldnât   bless him farewell   with a press of pale lips to his, a silent promise that he would    return to her  at the end of the battle.  not with    prying   eyes that threatened everything   he had, she   wouldnât   take it   away   from him. Â
          she    remembered,   remembered when heâd   first   mentioned it, how she had to shove away everything   she   felt , the way her heart began to    weep   as she    declined   him- all for   naught.   they were in    far too deep   now, too deep for either of them to   back out  now.    or so she hoped.    he sensed it, her distress. not distress about the situation, but worry for his   reaction -  he   was so   young,   they  were so young.  he had his   entire life   ahead of him, there was  so much   under   threat  now,  and    she  was responsible.  her lashes flutter when he   pulls   from their embrace, & her heart skips a beat.  lithe fingers curl against the thick fabric of his robe,   tugs   lightly on the sleeves.    â oh,  anakin, â   she looks down at his chest, studies the dip of the threads in the fabric,   &  she   swallows.  her gaze returns,      warm   &   glowing.   â something   wonderful   has happened.  â  NERVES,  they bite away at her very being, she clings   tighter   to his clothes to make sure she doesnât   shake,  and continues   without   his response, because she knows that if she   waits,  it may just devour her   whole.    â ââiâm   pregnant.  â
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