AN 1.) extremely AU

AN 2.) rate M for a reason will deal with darker themes please be advised

-Prologue-

"- I had told you before, Clovis." Anakin reminded pressing the saber that much closer to the man's skull. Rush then pleaded, "Please Skywalker!", fighting Anakin's vice like grip. "I can't breath.." He struggled. Anakin smirked, "You have a lot more to worry about than breathing right now Clovis."

Rush looked Anakin in the eye. "She... loved me once too you know." Rush's words caused Anakin's heart to strain. The thought of His Padmé loving another man was unfathomable.

"You should never of crossed me Clovis." Anakin spat, igniting the saber. Anakin let the body fall to the ground as a satisfied look took over his face. He always found comfort when a enemy died. He relinquished the feeling and clipped the saber back to his belt, then proceeded to pick his cloak up off the floor. He shrugged the heavy garment on and straightened his robes. He the proceeded out of the shadows and back to a patiently waiting Cory. He was back and thing's were going to be different from now on.

Padmé walked into the grand entrance of the senate hall and was confused to see all the senators grouped together. Usually they would be in their offices by now, going over bills and scrips for the day.

The vibe the room gave off felt odd. What the hell happened? She quickly located Bail and Mon who were embracing each other tightly. As she neared them she heard m on mumble, "I can't believe he is gone,"

"Who's gone?" Padmé questioned. Bail let go of Mon and sighed shoving his hands in his pockets. "Rush was taken out earlier this morning, a light saber wound to the head. A clone squadron found him on their night patrol." He paused and watched for Padme's reaction.

Padmé's hand instantly went to her enlarged stomach that was hidden beneath her heavy senatorial gown. Could it be that 'he' was back? Then she heard Bail say something. And looked up, "What was that?"

"I said I can't believe a Jedi would do such a thing. So much for 'peacemakers'!" He spat his anger getting the best of him. Bail looked up as Palpatine and his delegates walked through the front entrance. Padmé looked and saw a tall cloaked figure towards the back of the group. He looked towards her, his piercing blue eyes the only thing visible under the shadows of his drawn hood. He lowered his hood and smirked at her. "Anakin..." She said dazed.

Bail looked at her questionably. "What was that?" He asked. " I think I know someone that might know who killed Rush." Padmé replied. "I have to go, I'm sorry." She apologized walking away hurriedly. Bail looked to Mon who's sobbing had worsened.

-1 year earlier-

She felt invigorated, as if she could fly. It was as if she was a new woman, she danced her way over to the center island and slid the Nabooian hotcakes off the skillet and onto the plate. She turned to see Rush walking into the kitchen and over towards the wall panel where he turned off the loud music that was blazing through the apartment.

"Hey.." She tried to speak but her words had no avail. "Do you know how long I've waited for last night to happen?" He asked smiling.

Padmé smirked then taunted, "Well maybe after breakfast we can get a few more rounds in." Rush started walking over to her and she braced her hand against his chest. "Oh no, no... After breakfast."

Rush picked her hand up off his chest and kissed each finger, he leaned in close to her and just as he was going to kiss her, Padmé's comm rang out. She turned in his embraced and reached for the device on the counter.

"Yes?" She answered. "Senator I'm calling regarding your meeting with Senator Skywalker about the bill you dropped off earlier this week." A crisp feminine voice replied. "Are you still on for the ten-thirty appointment or shall I schedule you in for another time?"

"Oh yes, of course; I almost forgot. I'll be there no later than eleven." She then giggled when rush tickled her sides. She shooed him away when the woman started to speak again. "Mr. Skywalker does not except late appointments,"

Padmé sighed. "Fine I'll get ready now." She cut the transmission and turned to look at Rush. "You know I don't like Skywalker." He stated. "I know but I need his help with this, he's closer to Chancellor Palpatine than I ever will be."

"It's whatever, just go." He said agitated. Padmé sighed and grabbed her comm. "I'm not going there for a pleasure trip you know? It's just work."

"Yes but it's still Skywalker, I hate him."

"Well this is for the common welfare of the people, so I'm going. We can fight about this later."

She walked out of the kitchen and Rush slumped down in a bar stool with a plate in front of it and sighed as he picked up a fork.

Anakin sat looking out the broad window that over looked Coruscant. The door to his office hissed open indicating his appointment had arrived. He turned to Padme and stood to greet her.

Padmé was fiddling with a folder in her hand then looked up at him. She'd never been this close to him before and she can certainly see why he was the Galaxy's most eligible bachelor.

He held out a hand, "I'm Anakin Skywalker,"

"I'm, I'm..." She drew a blank her eyes still looking over his handsome features, force bless this man.

"Padmé Amidala." He finished for her.

"Uh yeah." She replied sitting down in the high backed chairs that faced his desk.

"I have looked over the file you sent me and I was very impressed with your attention to detail." He replied honestly flipping open the cover to his personal data pad. "I took a trip to the outer rim planets a few months back, the living conditions for the slaves were absolutely horrible." She replied.

"Let me guess," he started and rested his elbows on the desk. "You gave these files to me because the planets you are talking about are not in the Republic and therefor are really non of our concerns, so giving I am close with Chancellor Palpatine you were hoping I could sway him your way."

"Very intuitive." Padmé replied.

Anakin stood and waved a hand at the bar in the far left corner of the room. Padmé watched in amazement when a glass rose along with a bottle of Coruscant ale. Anakin walked around to her as his ale floated to him. "I'll help you," he started. "But i will cost you."

Padmé looked at him questionably. "Cost me what?"

"No money is needed but this will put you in a very awkward position; giving how close you and the individual are." He sipped his drink. "I need you to spy on Rush Clovis, I know you two are close..."

"How do you know that me and him are close?" She questioned, giving they haven't yet announced their relationship. "He spent last night at your apartments in the Senate Apartment Complex," Anakin stated off hand.

"What! How dare you stalk me!" She was livid and Anakin smirked at the out burst. "Not you... Him." He corrected her then continued. "Senator Clovis is a very dangerous man, he has been accused of dealing with the Trade Federation and other groups the Separatist affiliate with."

"You're lying," she was shocked.

Anakin floated a folder over to him as he sat on the edge of his desk. "Here, this has all the information you will need for this task." He went to hand it to her but she didn't grab it. "Now Padmé, you need my help and I need yours. The chancellor trusts me and if I push for your bill it will surely pass. All you need to do is this one small favor." He was tempting her. And he was damn good at it too.

Padmé couldn't resist, she felt as if she was betraying Clovis... Hell she was betraying him but she couldn't live with herself if the people in the outer rim continued to suffer at her hand. "Fine, I'll do it but not for you. For the people."

Anakin smiled flashing his perfect white teeth at her. Force how could a man be so perfect? She asked, unbeknownst to her he could read her thoughts as if they were and open book. Oh the things he would do to this woman if given the chance. She stood and walked to the door.

Anakin followed closely looking her basic gown up and down. He pressed the panel and watched her walk out the door, "Padmé." He stated with a nod goodbye. "Anakin." She replied back as the door closed.

She turned away and proceeded out the office entrance.

Padmé turned over in bed that night sighing as she could not fall asleep. Rush shifted next to her and wrapped an arm around her. The sheets were still heated from their romp earlier that night and therefore stuck to her naked body.

Looking outside the broad window out to the senate building she wondered what Anakin was doing right now. She felt guilty, he was the only person she thought about while her and Clovis were engaged in their love making.

It took every ounce of her will not to scream out Anakin's name in pleasure. How the hell was she expected to work with him and not grow feelings for him? After just one meeting she had him stuck in her head.

All she she could do was picture how great of a body he had underneath those senatorial robes, was he big in 'that' department? A snore from Rush brought her back to reality for a minute till she thought of the way he intimidated her. That was a gift from the force, intimidation, not a lot of men had it; and Anakin used it to his advantage with every turn.

The long black robes, his piercing blue eyes and his perfect smile that could turn anyone's opinion. She could definitely see how the female demographic had fallen in love with him.

Was he thinking of her the way she thought of him? What was he doing right now? Was he working? Maybe he has a girlfriend? After all he did seem like a very private person. These questions haunted her for the rest of the night as she couldn't fall asleep till she knew the answers.

Anakin rubbed his eyes as he sat up from the sofa. Threepio walked into the living room and treated him. "I have finished all my duty's for today Master Ani shall I power down?" He asked.

"Yes threepio." Anakin groaned out as he started to undo his robes. He looked at the Holo to see who had won the pod races of the week and was pissed when his driver was bumped to fifth place. He waved his robotic hand at the holo turning it off. He walked down the hall to his study and keyed in the security code. He entered and walked to one of the many bookcases on the back wall.

He searched for a few seconds till he found the book he was looking for, 'submissive'. The title on the spine of the book read. He pulled it down and the case swiveled back. Revealing his favorite room of the apartment. He stepped in and ran a hand over the red paint that adorned the room.

Many women had stayed in this room but only few ever dared to return. He continued walking to the center of the room where a large wooden framed bed sat.

He ran a hand over the textured wood that was intricately carved with various designs native to planets across the galaxy. His hand met a cuff that had been left from his previous lady of the night. He knew exactly who he wanted next. A senator from Naboo. Padmé Amidala...