Disclaimer - Everything belongs to the flanneled one...making no $ off of this! Anakin Skywalker raced on the rooftops of Coruscant on his seventeenth birthday, intent on seeing her tonight, despite the late hour. Not any woman, but the one who he had met nine years ago, the angel who had walked into the shop in which he had been slaving in for six years of his life. Anakin couldn't get Padme's luscious brown eyes out of his mind those nine years, nor her compassion for every living creature. What had made the biggest impression on him, however, was how she had been able to see past the dirty little boy, despite his status and differences. His longing for her had only increased as time passed, until he could carry it no longer. He just had to see the beautiful Senator. He had wanted to wait another year from now, but the ache in his heart seemed unbearable, and he had to see her again, despite the cost. Distracted by his thoughts, Anakin almost stumbled off the roof of a skyscraper. Such a mistake could destroy his life. But he looked up at that time, sensing her presence in the Force in the apartment across from where he stood. Anakin stopped short of scaling that last distance, wondering if he had the courage to go in there, to see Padme again. All it took for him to continue was a rememberance of the Senator from a holograph he kept under his bed. Padme had been giving a speech, and Anakin had swiped a picture from the Senate archives, wanting to be able to gaze on her tender features over and over again. Her dark tresses had been plaited into many braids and Padme's small form in a dark blue gown. Brought back to the present by the honking of the ships on the pathways, Anakin took a few steps back, and leaped. Using the Force, he broke the glass before he came in contact with it. Anakin neatly came through the small window, rolling as he made contact with the floor. Padme had been awakened by the figure seeming to fly into her bedroom, and she gathered the sheets around her, hand sweeping under the pillow for her blaster. Anakin stood up, panting not from the jump but his racing pulse and the feelings coursing through his veins. A thousand thoughts assaulted him at once, but one stayed outlined in his mind. He straightened his posture, and their eyes met. And despite the darkness of the chamber, Padme knew. "Anakin?" In a few bounds, he was by her bedside. Anakin swallowed and licked his lips, then gently took her face into his hands and kissed her, softly and then firmly, Padme's mouth moving in tandem with his own. "Happy birthday, Anakin," she whispered a moment later. Feedback?