Thread: Star Wars:  The Dying of the Light (TheCorsair, Miss Melly)

She waited as he came around from behind and gently touched at the back of her dress. Padme had fallen right into his trap. Anakin, she called out in slight annoyance. All she wanted was for him to zip the damn dress up and even he could not resist her smooth and supple skin. The zipper , she reminded him a light but threatening tone. Slightly cool lips came to her neck where he kissed and she inhaled sharply in response. Why must he always do that? He knew that was a weak spot and took advantage of it. When she felt a warm hand slid beneath her dress, the shoulders had already brushed lower than usual, she shivered. I... I don't want to go anywhere, she admitted but snapped and turned around, catching the zipper on his own robes, snagging them awkwardly. Again, another romantic attempt broken. Anakin! She groaned in annoyance and once he remedied the situation, she dabbed a little perfume onto her wrists and began to walk out of the apartment, asking that C3P0 take care of the place as R2 beeped happily. The lights dimmed as they exited, the small circular water fountain no longer running. She walked behind Anakin, unsure of how it would look should she be at his side. If he wondered, she merely shook her head. Rex, along with a regiment of Troopers followed them to the main Hall where the gala was being held. It looked absolutely stunning. Not a decoration was out of place. Senator Amidala's table, along with her fellow people from Naboo, and nearby Alderaan, were quick to join her. She moved away from Anakin to great Bail Organa and his wife who had shown. It is good to see you well, he kissed both her cheeks and she forced a great smile and a sigh of relief. It is... good to be here. Clearly, I am needed. How... are our plans? She whispered softly and Bail gave her a quick look, glancing at the new second in command of the new Empire. They will continue. There has been few sightings of Jedi. I shall report to you tomorrow morning. Padme could only smile and bowed her head politely. When she looked to the Emperor in his chair at the tip top of the stairs, he had been watching her very intently and only offered her a sliver of a smile. She moved past Bail who worringly looked at Darth Vader. It seemed Bail was one of few - at least now - who knew of their relationship. Padme only trusted a select few and it was clear he was one of them. Chancellor, no, should I say, Emperor, she came up to him. They were watching her, waiting for her to kneel, but she did not. She stood her ground quite firmly and did not move. I am honored to serve and shall continue to do so. To keep the peace. It is my duty. I have many deligations for you to sign tomorrow. It was not a request, it was an order. Had this been anyone else, action would have been taken. The former Chancellor gripped the sides of his eleborant chair and chuckled. Of course. I always have time for my favorite Senator of Naboo. How is your family? He was mocking her, challenging her, and still, she did not give in. Wonderful. Naboo shall always be a place of peace and restoration. I look forward to extending this to every planet until your watchful Empire eye. Now, she was pushing buttons, so he would return the favor. And your pregnancy, Senator? When shall we look forward to welcoming new life in the Force? Padme froze, her determination suddenly crumbling and her lips parted, but no words came out.