Newlyweds

Newlyweds

Chapter 1

Newlyweds

By Serena Kenobi

Summary: Just a little Ani/Padme oneshot. Lots of fluff! Set just after AOTC.

Disclaimer: I own Star Wars!! Nah, just dreaming.

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I don't know if this is a good idea."

"Why not?"

"Well, because… because… well, because it just isn't!"

"Aw, come on, Padmé. Lighten up. Have a little fun and stop being a Senator for once in your life."

"I did. I married you, remember?"

"Doesn't count, because most of our 'dating' period was either arguing, killing people, going to the worst places in the galaxy, nearly getting murdered by ferocious beasts, getting limbs chopped off, or pining over each other."

A pause.

"Who says I was pining over you, Anakin?"

"Uh… weren't you?"

"Not exactly. Most of the time I was wondering why I put up with you. I still wonder the same thing sometimes."

Anakin sighed, very displeased. "Please, Padmé, you know I'm irresistible," he said.

His wife raised an eyebrow, answering, "Is that so? Or is it that you're just arrogant and think you're the best Jedi in the entire galaxy-"

"You're getting off subject," Anakin quickly interrupted her, waving a hand dismissively, "you still haven't told me why we can't out tonight."

Padmé fought the urge to roll her eyes. "Honey, you know why-"

"No one will know it's us! No one will even be paying the slightest attention," Anakin insisted.

"How do you know?"

He shrugged. "I guess I don't." His face fell slightly. "But Padmé, we haven't gone out together as a couple yet. All I want is to take you out to dinner. Is that too much for me to ask?"

"Anakin," Padmé said in a gentler tone, "it's too risky for us. What if someone recognized you? They would find out that we're together and kick you out of the Jedi Order. Do you really want to put your entire career in jeopardy?"

A devilish grin formed on his handsome face. "I married you, remember?"

Padmé couldn't help but laugh at his throwing her own words back in her face. "Okay, okay, you got me," she chuckled. "I deserved that."

Anakin's face abruptly turned serious, and he said, "You deserve even more, Padmé."

She could only smile as he bent down, took her into his arms, and kissed her passionately. When they finally pulled apart, forehead-to-forehead, he suddenly grinned again.

"Uh-oh," Padmé said in a warning voice, "I know that smile."

His smirk never faltered. "What smile?" he questioned innocently.

"The smile that means you're up to something," she replied suspiciously, pulling back a little further from her husband.

"Who, me?" The grin widened slightly.

"Yes, Anakin, you. What's going on?" Padmé demanded sternly, folding her arms over her chest.

Anakin chuckled at his wife's skeptical gaze and grabbed her hand, pulling her into their bedroom. "Come on, I have an idea," he told her, Force opening the closet doors.

"I'm almost afraid to ask," Padmé dryly answered as she watched her husband practically tearing her closet apart. After a few seconds of flying clothes and annoyed growls from Anakin, she sighed and said, "Anakin, what in Yoda's name are you doing?"

Anakin didn't hear her, as he was covered under a few feet of clothing.

"Anakin! What did my closet ever do to hurt you? Get out of there!"

"Hang… mmmff… on," was the muffled reply. He suddenly lunged out from under the clothes and shouted, "Hah!"

Padmé blinked. Blinked again. After a moment's pause, she hesitantly started, "Uh, honey? I don't get it."

Anakin triumphantly held up a dark wig in one hand and a headdress in the other. "See?" He plopped the dark wig onto his head. "Now nobody will recognize who I am." After rushing to the mirror and straightening out the wig, he frowned. "Eh, it needs some cutting. Hope you don't mind." He took out his lightsaber and chopped off some of the fake hair, making the wig's length to be just short of his shoulders. "Much better!"

"I still don't get it. Why in Hoth would you need a wig?" Padmé asked, greatly bewildered.

Anakin glanced at her as if the answer were blatantly obvious. "So we can go out to dinner, of course!" He hurried back to her closet and began filing through the different dresses. "Do you have any men's clothes that would fit me?" he asked her.

Padmé glared. "No, why would I?"

"Uh, no reason," he nervously replied. "I just need some inconspicuous clothing. I can't go out wearing this," he motioned to his ordinary Jedi garb.

Padmé had to admit, she was impressed by her husband's determination. "I think I have something," she went to a dresser and pulled out a regal tunic and pants. "These are for when the senators come here - sometimes they spill stuff on themselves and need extra clothing."

"You have clothes just for that?" Anakin said in disbelief.