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OMFG! Anakin might do ~something~ *pearl clutch* (darkforcerising) wrote in makebelievelog,

Anakin, as it happened, was entirely oblivious to the effect his bare torso was having on Padmé. He was not ignorant to styles and trends of aesthetic beauty, he knew certain few individuals shown above their peers in physical attractiveness (Padmé was at the top of that list), but he’d matured into a young man blissfully unaware of how he ranked in such a system. Such matters were deemed frivolous and beneath the concerns of Jedi.

Without pause, after untying his shoes and kicking them off, he transition smoothly to divesting himself completely of his remaining wet clothes. Pants, shorts, socks and all were tugged off until he was completely bare standing just outside the bathroom, and nary a thought crossed his mind on how this would distract Padmé from what she intended to say.

A concerned look crossed his features when Padmé said she’d been unable to sleep – that seemed like common occurrence in their quarters as of late, and dare might one venture to guess it was becoming a permanent fixture. He gathered up his soggy clothes and tossed them into the bathroom back atop the shirts he’d previously dropped in there and then came back out to see what Padmé was talking about.

He briefly considered going to the closet to pull out some dry clothes first, but curiosity got the better of him and he crossed the room to where his wife was siting. “What did you want to show me,” he said while rubbing off the last remaining drops of water from his body.