Title: The Kiss
Word Count: 796
Prompt: fanfic50 #8 - Kiss
Notes: Yes I can write something besides Ani/Palpy. It will happen one day. Oh yes.
For the past several years, he had sought Palpatine’s counsel on a regular basis. The man always seemed eager to listen to him babble about even the most trivial of topics, and his soothing words were salve on Anakin’s soul.
Why should this time be any different? he thought, annoyed at his unsettling thoughts. He fiddled nervously with the hem of his tunic as he sat in the antechamber of the Chancellor’s office. Only a few minutes passed before an aide directed him to enter. Anakin felt a bit smug as he walked past two Senators who had clearly been there for quite some time; he had never been kept waiting for long.
The smugness vanished in the presence of the Chancellor. They exchanged the usual pleasantries, and Anakin’s nervousness did not go unnoticed. "Anakin, do tell me what is troubling you," Palpatine requested, an encouraging smile on his lips.
Anakin spoke cautiously, directing his gaze at the floor. "Sir, when we talked about lust before... you said my feelings were normal, and that it’s unnatural that I have to stifle them as part of being a Jedi. Well... what if I can’t deny them anymore?" He felt the heat creeping across his face and he didn’t dare look at the Chancellor. "I mean... I kissed someone. I know I shouldn’t have, I know it was wrong and that I should tell Obi-Wan about this so we can meditate together... but I can’t do it. I can’t bring myself to tell him. He’d be so disappointed in me." Anakin looked up then, and the expression he saw on the Chancellor’s face was unfamiliar to him. Could he be upset with me?
"Did you enjoy it, Anakin?" Palpatine asked calmly.
"Yes, sir, I did... very much," Anakin admitted sheepishly.
Palpatine smiled. "Then there’s nothing to feel ashamed of. You’re a healthy eighteen-year-old male. If you weren’t a Jedi, you would have had lots of sexual experiences by now."
"Oh, no, it wasn’t sex, sir," Anakin corrected hastily. "It was just a kiss... well, for the most part." It was no use lying; the man seemed capable of stripping away his feeble façade with just a glance. "I guess it was a little bit more than that – we didn’t have sex, though."
"But you wanted to, didn’t you." Palpatine rose from his chair and began pacing the carpet leisurely as Anakin nodded. "Of course you did. You’re young, you’re passionate, and you’re bound to feel horny at times. No matter how many times you pleasure yourself, it’s never enough to keep you from being aroused by someone who strikes your fancy."
Palpatine was now standing directly behind Anakin’s chair, speaking softly in a sultry voice tinged with…could it be longing? Something about the way the provocative words slipped off his tongue struck a chord in Anakin. He felt a tingling sensation in his stomach reminiscent of kissing his peer, but intensified. No, you don’t feel that way about the Chancellor! he told himself sternly. A wave of panic washed over him. "I’m sorry, sir, I shouldn’t have bothered you with this. I should go." He sprang from his chair and bowed slightly, more as an attempt to avoid eye contact than to show respect.
But Palpatine laid a firm hand on his shoulder. "Don’t go, son. Forgive me if I’ve made you uncomfortable."
Anakin froze, and slowly met his gaze. He desperately hoped the Chancellor couldn’t feel the electricity surging through him right now, for the man’s eyes betrayed no lust. I must be losing it. Of course he doesn’t think of me that way. What was I thinking?
"You look so confused, you poor boy," Palpatine purred. He brought his hand up to Anakin’s face, his thumb moving back and forth rhythmically across his cheek. "What is it that you want from me, Anakin?"
"I, uh... I d-don’t know," Anakin stammered, blushing furiously. The Chancellor had never touched him like this before. At that moment, he did know what he wanted. He leaned over and tentatively planted a soft kiss on Palpatine’s thin lips. He searched the Chancellor’s face for disgust and repulsion, but found neither. Encouraged, he kissed him again, his tongue gently seeking the older man’s. This time Palpatine pulled away.
Anakin furrowed his brow. "What’s wrong, Chancellor? I know you want me. I can feel it."
Palpatine chuckled. "Of course I do. Only a fool wouldn’t. But I’m not sure you know what you want. You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into... if we start down this road, there’s no turning back."
Anakin smiled, relieved that that’s all it was. "I can handle it," he said confidently, drawing him in for a hug. The innocent embrace prevented Anakin from seeing Palpatine’s evil smile.