Thread: Queen Takes Knight  (PocketFullOfPosies)

She knew he was pretending, as he stared at the wine cradled in his handsHis calloused, worn hands that could feel so gentle and tender upon her skin, yet held the power to make her raw and aching still, begging for mercy at his feetOn those rare occasions where she demanded too much, and the tolerance of her Knight was pushed too far, he held the power to make submissive, a very sultry and boisterous Queen. Former Queen One little dark haired political minx, who believed herself to be much more intimidating than she appeared. Albeit, even being of such lithe and petite stature, Padm was quite capable of making men more than twice her size, and age for that matter, unsettled and unnerved in her presencefor reasons far beyond her looks. She possessed the wit and tongue of a politician far beyond her years, at least as far as those outside of Naboo were concerned. Her home planet very much focused upon the intellectual pursuits, political involvement and outspoken activisms of their youthThe Senate had been used to dealing with Padms predecessor, King VerunaAn older man who had been as corrupt as the majority of them. Veruna was power hungry, complacent with sitting silently in the Senate halls and counting his Republic marks. Unless someone challenged him of course being challenged did not sit well with any person from Naboo. Veruna was why there were so few male monarchs on Naboo Young girls held an elegance, an ethereal grace that was revered and regarded with wisdom on Naboo. Padm, at twelve, had defeated him mercilessly in a debate, leaving the King shamed and exposed for his tyrannical reign..And leaving the Senate to deal with a young Queen, who sat idly for no one. Well, at least not for just anyone.. Curious eyes watched the Jedi Master chuckle against his glass, using words so eloquently strung to tease her, in order to keep his padawan ignorant while her own blood boiled. She would not lose the upper hand so easilyNot yet. Padm leaned back against the couch, sipping at her wine as Obi-Wan jested of her ferocity in the Senate. She inclined her head delicately at his words, as if she had no idea of what he spokeand at the same time lifting one of those long, sculpted legs to cross over the other, parting silken fabric around her waist at the very high slit in her skirt, allowing her bare, smooth skin to be seen, as well as the silver, glittering straps of her clear heels which tied midway up her calf. Elongating that smooth stem, unblemished, and untouched since the Water festival on Naboo This display immediately caught Anakins attention, as all of Padmes movements tended to, but it was taken as a motion nothing out of the ordinaryThough he had inhaled his wine more so than sipping it, causing the young padawan to blush furiously. Plenty of women crossed their legs after all, it wasnt considered a sensual movement outright But with Padm, her intentions were just that. To torment the seemingly conservative man to near bursting.To ruffle his feathers and make his skin crawl far more easily than even AnnieShe wanted to control him, to see him red in the face and eager for an excuse to send Anakin away She loved seeing him twitchA sign of eminent victory. Incorrigible? Well that is certainly not the word I would use. She purred, sipping at her wine with a smile lingering upon her glossy lips. Though, I suppose for those still focused on the old ways An emphasis upon the word made with a quirk of her brow, My youthful voice and perspectives are rather exhausting. But time encourages change, it cannot be expected for things to remain as they were a long..l ong time agoAround the time you were born Obi-Wan. She giggled, and Anakin nearly spit out his wine. Covering his mouth as he choked back laughter, he exchanged a gleeful glance at Padm, who was giggling still. But yes..it is probably best to go to sleep. I would not wish to keep you up Obi-Wan she smiled through her laughter, placing her glass down upon the table as she warmly returned Anakins hug. Shall you both escort me to the Jedi Temple then tomorrow? She asked as she stood once more, that veil of silk resuming its place to keep her flesh from sight. I suspect you already have to report there, so I could accompany you and request your appointments as my bodyguards. She smiled to Anakin who was wiping a bit of wine from his chin that he had in fact spit out. He smiled sheepishly, nodding towards her. Padm then turned her gaze to Obi-Wan, brushing a few curls away from her face, twisting one slowly around her fingertip....Childishly...Devilishly... The sooner it is requested, the less trouble I will find myself in.