Fandom: Star Wars
Prompt: fanfic50's #40 - Dream.
Word Count: 513
Summary: Palpatine watches Anakin sleep.
Author's Notes: This is named for (and loosely inspired by) the R.E.M. song of the same name.
A weathered hand slithered softly through the dark blond curls of the slumbering Jedi. Chancellor Palpatine knew that Anakin hadn’t intended to fall asleep here in his bed -- so racked with guilt was he over betraying Padmé. Ah, naïve little Padmé… she who would never understand nor sate the boy’s rampant lust. Neither of them had any inkling of their roles in his brilliant scheme.
A slight shift in position… a small sigh from the slack lips… Palpatine intensified the soothing Force sensations to Anakin’s brain. If the Jedi woke up now, he’d mumble an apology and rush off to his darling wife. Too soon for that! Palpatine wasn’t through playing with the shiniest of his toys tonight.
He leaned forward and brushed his lips across Anakin’s in the gentlest of kisses. He is completely at my mercy. The thought never ceased to send a shiver of primal delight down his spine. Anakin was, arguably, the most powerful Jedi the faltering Order had ever trained. What, then, did that make the man who controlled his fate?
The Sith continued to stroke the young Jedi’s hair as he ruminated, unusually indecisive on his next course of action. No matter; there was no hurry. A strange sense of affection washed over him as he watched the boy’s eyelashes quiver ever so slightly. Anakin was dreaming. It was time.
Whom should he imperil in Anakin’s mind: himself or Padmé? The original plan called for him to fear only for Padmé’s life, but now the allure of having Anakin’s overprotective nature focused instead on him had taken root. Perhaps he could give Anakin a glimpse of the future, of General Grievous ruthlessly kidnapping him. What could the boy do as a result that would hinder his plans? Nothing. He could persuade the Council to appoint a Jedi guard, or two or ten, but the Chancellor could work around that minor inconvenience, if not completely override the decision initially. In reality, Grievous would be instructed not to harm Palpatine. But Anakin need not dream things exactly as they would transpire, now, did he…
Anakin’s brow furrowed, though Palpatine hadn’t yet concentrated on planting these images. So strong was their connection already! A smile played about Palpatine’s lips while a frown tugged at Anakin’s.
Then the boy whimpered. A whiny utterance not unlike sounds he made, on occasion, while conscious. The Chancellor stared at Anakin’s rapidly changing facial features, at the soft tranquility of peaceful slumber bowing to the abject agitation that would soon wake him. Petrify him, perhaps. Certainly terrify him.
But… surely there would be time for that later. Yes.
Palpatine laid his hand on the young Jedi’s forehead and resumed the Force-comforting. His thoughts strayed from violence to serenity… he and Anakin, arms around each other, surveying their kingdom from his balcony…sharing a bottle of wine, a sweet kiss…
Now Anakin’s lush lips curled into a faint smile, and he exhaled contentedly. The Sith Lord kissed his temple. He is perfect.
Palpatine soon drifted off into self-indulgent sleep, his nose buried in dark blond curls.