Thread: Queen Takes Knight  (PocketFullOfPosies)

Vixen. Nymphet. A most alluring little succubus. He had touched her. A moment ago he had felt the warmth of her hand. That meant this wasn't a dream, didn't it? Obi-Wan stood there, his side facing the pair as he pretended to examine the bottle Anakin had brought. As he pretended to look at his glass, considering it. Considering something. Considering nothing. In truth he heard little of their words, but rather listened to their voices. Her voice. That it was real filled him with warmth in a way he couldn't yet afford to react. All he could do was take one breath after another. Slow. They had played this game long enough, she and him, this illusion of Queen and Knight and nothing more. He would have to suffer it just a little while more. Already I get the feeling you will be a great boon to the senate, Your Highness, Obi-Wan chimed in as he lifted the glass to his lips. He paused for a moment before sipping - Your Highness? No, that didn't fit anymore, did it? Now that would be something to get used to! It should make for fun pillow talk later, too, that she was no longer royalty and therefor couldn't remain quite so bossy! Taking a hearty sip the master jedi smiled, As much as you were a wonderful ruler for your people on Naboo I am sure you'll do them even more good here, where the planet's needs can be addressed on a greater level. And I wouldn't be surprised - nay, might even be disappointed if you hadn't stepped on some toes by now. With this Obi-Wan turned his face toward the pair, smiling a warm, familiar smile to Padm. To his Padm. He looked to her with a warmth she would recognize not the face each knew to wear so often when others were around. Smart. Strong. Fragile only in appearance. I pity any who would assume you to be less than you are. Another sip followed his words, this with a look of his eyes directly into hers. Though despite my faith in your abilities, not all the rest of the senate here on Coruscant is quite as pure and innocent as you. Pure and innocent? Hardly! A private little joke, that. Dare I say, some of them may even be corrupt. A smirk, and a bit of sarcasm. I wouldn't be surprised if your... style, steps on quite a few toes in your time here, Padm. And I wouldn't be surprised if you go too far and someone attempts something foolish. And what do I always tell you about fools, Anakin? Another good sip. That their blades may be sharper than their wits, Master. Very good. He looked to Anakin briefly, then back to the dark-eyed beauty. His. If I might make a suggestion, speak to the Council soon on such matters. I suppose it would be best if Anakin and I are with you to explain to Master Yoda the situation. Another sip, and a lingering look to the woman, this with an amused, jovial smirk to it. That situation being, Senator Amidala of Naboo is, by our experience, headstrong and quite incorrigible, and quite likely to stir up things both intended and unintended. It is in my opinion that though an escort could not tell her how to act, for such an attempt would never get anywhere, having a jedi in such a role could keep her from harm. Could we be those jedis, Master?! Anakin piped in excitedly, drinking heartily at his wine, loosening Padm's hand just long enough to pour himself a second glass before snatching the familiar warmth back up again. Our assignments are rarely up to us, Anakin, you know that. Such a request would have to fall to the lady here, and with this he shot he a glance, and, beyond even that, to the will of the Council. Ultimately I think someone should be assigned to her side for awhile, no matter whom that may be, as surely her... way of going about... will see her at ends with some of the more questionable members of the senate, and through that who knows what is to be discovered? Obi-Wan paused. Of course, forgive me for overly assuming. I am exhausted, it is late, and my apprentice picked an especially good bottle. Obi-Wan smiled to Anakin, a mirroring look on the padawan's face. Then, back to Padm, I meant no offense, Lady Senator. The brown-haired man finished the last bit of his glass before setting it on the end table at the couch where the pair were sitting, beside the bottle. Scratching lightly at the beard at the side of his jaw, he mused aloud, Later than I'd care to acknowledge, really. The sun is likely closer to being up than it is down. ...Anakin, I think it is time for bed. Aww... but Master, I haven't gotten to see Padm in so l- Bed for us both, Anakin. All three, I'd say, if I might be so forward as to suggest, he said, looking to his sweet, fiendish, angelic little devil of a guest. Miss Padm will see herself out when she wishes, I suppose. As for you and I, despite what she decides, we still have to report in to the Council in the morning. ...Yes, Master, Anakin said with a childlike whining of a sigh, setting his glass down and immediately wrapping that freed hand around the woman in a tired hug.