InsaneJournal

Who: Anakin and Padmé
What: Post *eh-hem*, being silly, and Padmé has an important question to ask Anakin
When: Backdated to early afternoon Wednesday, home from work early and before school lets out
Where: Floor of their sitting room
Rating/Warnings: Well, they are nekkid – and ‘nekkid’ means they are up to mischief, so, medium to high?
Status: In progress/Closed


Despite having been married the previous three years, there were still many things Anakin had yet to experience. And Padmé as well, as she was just recently married herself. Their current state of varying degrees of nudity, lying on the floor, wrapped in each others limbs and a blanket summoned from the back of the sofa, blissfully ignorant to the concerns of the world beyond their front door was one such new experience.

A moment of heated passion proved too much for either to contain long enough for them to make it to the bed. The floor had proven quite sufficient for their needs. But had left the Jedi quite literally caught with his pants down twisted at his ankle. One boot still remained on his foot, blocking the complete removal of said pants, their eagerness to get on with things prevented him from placing this boot with its pair… which was currently Force knew where at the moment. Maybe on the other side of the table?

A situation like this would have been unfathomable to the secret lovers back in their home universe. Always watched, monitored from all angles by Padmé’s very public life and by Anakin’s Order, they had to be meticulously careful about every interaction between them; from the language they used to express their feelings, to the moments of physical contact. All actions disciplined until they were absolutely sure no one would catch them. Giving into their lusts whenever they felt like it without thought to their privacy, even in the middle of Padmé’s apartment, could very well have sounded the death knell of their highly structured house of cards.

It was nice to never have to worry about that again. Within reason – Anakin knew they would need to pick up the evidence of their sated appetites before younger, impressionable eyes (the owner of which having a right to barge through that front door, given how he lived here, too) stumbled upon them. But they had hours yet – hours! Oh, how glorious that word sounded when it was followed not by thought that it meant separation with no promise of when they could see each other again, but rather simply a need to get dressed before resuming their evening routines.

Anakin’s grin split his face wider and he may have even giggled – though he would deny it if questioned.

“I remember,” he said quickly to recover his reputation, “the removal of our clothes being a more equal affair.” A nod to the fact that his legs were still trapped (embarrassing for a Jedi – he was hardly prepared for a fight like this) and his undershirt had never quite made it completely off his torso while Padmé current favorite style of dress left disrobing for her a matter of shrugging her shoulders (so it seemed to Anakin) and she was disarmingly (almost) nude. Compared to the ornate gowns and regal headdresses she wore for her senatorial station back in their world, his perception on the subject was practically accurate.