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Padmé Amidala Skywalker (i_cannot_follow) wrote in makebelievelog,

Padmé was quite happy in her current situation and positioning; she held no desire to move too much nor too far. Anakin's chest made for a warm, comforting position for her head. Between the blanket and her husband, she was practically comfortable enough she could've stayed and slept there, had it not been for the sake of practicality, the ickle eyes that would return, and the fact they were on the floor.

And Anakin’s complaint, if it could even be considered that, only made a smile tug all the more at Padmé’s lips. “Perhaps,” Her words were slow, the words deliberately picked to tease amidst the love and endorphin-induced haze of happy, "It’s a matter of more practice being needed to make it equal.” Anakin had come from a few years ahead of Padmé, after all, and she had no problem using that to tease. Never mind how active their sexual life was already.

Padmé grinned, her hand straying to trace indiscernible, made-up patterns along the middle of Anakin's chest with an attempted light wisp-like touch of fingers.