Title: Stolen Moments and Balcony Kisses Author: devilinthedetails Characters: Anakin Skywalker; Padme Amidala Genre: Romance, Mush, Family Timeline: Between AOTC and ROTS during the Clone Wars. (Saga-PT). Summary: Stolen moments and balcony kisses define Anakin and Padme's relationship. Author's Note: Written for Monday Mush Challenge #8-K.IS.S. Stolen Moments and Balcony Kisses Padme wasn’t Force-sensitive like her husband, but she was Anakin-sensitive. To her constant sorrow, she couldn’t sense that Anakin was safe and whole—or as whole as he could be with a dead mother and a lost hand—across a galaxy, but she could feel his arrival like heat in her blood when he landed outside her apartment. In silver sandaled feet, she flew across the cool, intricate tiles that created the mosaic floor of her balcony to embrace Anakin as he climbed down from his ship. Even in her delight at seeing him again and in one piece, she didn’t dare call out his name for fear of who might overhear it carried on the wind that tore through the canyon between buildings at this lofty height. Instead she murmured as she wrapped her arms tight as vines around him, “Anakin.” He kissed the perfect braided coil of dark hair her handmaidens had spent a painstaking hour dutifully arranging and then kissed away the wrinkles on her forehead that only seemed to appear and disappear in his presence. His lips moved down to her mouth, and she drew him even more closely to her, his body lingering in her arms as she lingered on his lips…This was all they ever had time for, Padme thought, lingering kisses and touches… “How long can you stay?” she whispered in a breath between kisses, folding her head into the curve between his neck and shoulder, inwardly cursing herself for asking when she knew the answer would inevitably be too short for her and her husband. “Not long.” The heaviness in Anakin’s words echoed the heaviness in her heart. “I have to attend a briefing at the Temple in half an hour.” A half an hour? That wasn’t enough time, her heart cried out, but she and Anakin never had enough time together. Valiantly, she said, “We’ll just have to make the most of our time together then.” “We’ll seize every moment we have together,” he assured her, kissing her lips again, and she tasted the memory of their first kiss on a Naboo balcony. He, a desert boy from Tatooine who was so tantalizingly more than that, had told her she was soft and smooth unlike the rough, coarse sands of his homeworld. That was the shimmersilk fabric of their sweetly secret, eternally forbidden relationship, she realized: swift, stolen moments and balcony kisses. “Thank you.” She curled her fingers into the hair he had allowed to grow too long on the battlefield. “For slipping me into the time in between your Jedi missions.” “How could I do otherwise?” Anakin laughed, a carefree sound from a man who had seen so much death and warfare, and Padme could only hope that the memory of their swift, stolen moments together and balcony kisses could be a talisman for him when he next flew into battle on some strange, distant world so far from Coruscant and her. “I love you from one spiral arm of the galaxy to the other.” It was a cliche line, but from Anakin’s lips it was entirely believable and moving. After all, he had almost traveled from one spiral arm of the galaxy to another in service of the Jedi and the Republic. If anyone knew the truth behind that trite line, it was her beloved Anakin.