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OMFG! Anakin might do ~something~ *pearl clutch* (darkforcerising) wrote in makebelievelog,
@ 2012-08-11 11:28:00

Entry tags:

anakin skywalker, padme amidala

Who: Anakin and Padmé
What: Post ~Everything~, talking about glow-y things
When: Friday late night
Where: Some hotel in the city; far, far away from anything that could possibly interrupt them
Rating/Warnings: Look, it’s post-sex, they’re naked, expect things of a sexual nature
Status: In progress/Closed

Padmé was lying next to him, her arm draped across his chest, her head on his shoulder. Her hair was tickling his nose, but he didn’t care. Lazily, he brushed his thumb along her arm, but aside from that, and the slow, rhythmic rise and fall of his chest from breathing, he wouldn’t have moved for anything short of a life and death emergency. Everything was buffered in a golden sensation he couldn’t separate from sight or sound or touch, but why the kriff should he?

He couldn’t imagine being happier than he was in this moment, evidenced by the dopey grin fixed on his face in a way that suggested it was now a permanent feature. His mind was idly formulating plans of lying in this glowing, weightless, soft place with Padmé for the rest of eternity, working out how they could make this a reality for the rest of forever. It could work, dammit. All things were possible bathed in that optimistic radiance post sex. Even silly things.

“Iloveyou,” he mumbled into the top of Padmé’s head, dropping a kiss to clarify the words he mushed unintelligibly together. Anakin was also categorically incoherent and dazed, two things incongruous with Jedi-ness. As clichés went, if Anakin died right now he would die a ridiculously happy man, and to hell with whatever anyone thought about that.

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darkforcerising
2012-08-11 12:31 pm UTC (link)

When Padmé shifted to look at him, her smile beaming like a beacon, he responded in kind with his own wider grin. Which he tried to still, unsuccessfully, and let’s face it, as if he truly cared to, as he teased, “I’m not sure if I should move into your bedroom, I haven’t the slightest idea how you feel about me. You’ll have to be more detailed.” He couldn’t deny that he loved hearing Padmé say such things, they were exhilarating, tantalizing in a way that not even flying could approach. Forbidden words for so long, he treasured them, every syllable; even though they were now free to say them any damn time, any damn place they pleased.

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i_cannot_follow
2012-08-13 09:26 am UTC (link)

Padmé laughed and shifted again so she could look up at Anakin with playful defiance. "I thought I was specific enough in the marriage ceremony. Or when we got into this room. Or less than a minute ago. Would you like it in written form as well?"

With that, Padmé took a finger to delicately trace a heart on Anakin's chest. Her full intent in doing it was to make the motion a soft one, hopefully just enough to get a reaction out of him. "No holos, no computers, no pens and paper. That makes it a bit hard." She faked pouting.

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darkforcerising
2012-08-13 11:02 am UTC (link)

Anakin tried to follow the track of Padmé’s finger with his eyes, but her touch was light and he found his eyelid dropping at the sensation. That was entirely unfair. How could she still him like with just the barest of efforts?

When he’s had just about more than he could take, he caught her hand in his own, and brought up to his lips to press lightly with a kiss. He didn’t release her hand when he pulled it back. Instead he threaded their fingers, maybe partially due to how well she could stop him short with the simplest of gestures.

“Alright. I concede it, you were clear.” His smile softened, then, he grew more serious. “Thank you.”

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i_cannot_follow
2012-08-15 08:27 am UTC (link)

Padmé let out a small, happy laugh. It wasn't because anything was comedic or funny and she hoped it would be clear to Anakin. She had a completely happy, blissful look on her face and was more or less past trying to play coy. A person watching her really didn't need to be a Jedi to be able to sense her feelings. Though, actually, apparently the Jedi hadn't been so great at it. She stared at Anakin for a few moments, taking in the details of his face.

"I can't put into words how happy you make me, Anakin. You being in the Land of Make Believe, this strange place, has taken it from being a weird galaxy on a planet with a culture I don't quite understand to - home." Padmé knew it was a bit silly of her to be in such a state, but she didn't care. No one was around to judge them and, even if they had been, it was their business and only their business. "So, thank you too."

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