Anakin Skywalker (chosentofall) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-10-09 00:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, anakin skywalker, padme amidala |
Who: Anakin and Padme
What: Lunch date
When: Monday, September 30th (backdated)
Where: Padme's apartment
Rating: Low (though that depends on how tolerable you find Anakin's flirting)
Status: Complete
Work was getting mind numbing and after his talk with Obi-wan he seemed to only be thinking of Padme and the fact that he hadn’t heard from her in what felt like forever. Sure he had shot her the occasional text but he’d gotten no reply. Some men would have been put off but Anakin wasn’t just some guy, and after what they had been through together in their dreams he wasn’t about to let her just blow him off. He spun slowly in his chair, scooting back from the screen before him to pull out his phone, ready to prove to her that he wasn’t going to be ignored so easily.
~Text # 507, day 8, mood slightly hungry: You still do not respond. I have begun taking squash hostages. You have a week to respond before they go bad. Let’s hope you have a conscience otherwise you will have to deal with the guilt of their deaths forever.
Three minutes later he sent another message:
~P.S. You looked totally hot on our run, just thought I’d tell you if I forgot to then, because you did.
A minute after that there was another:
~P.P.S. Obi-wan looks familiar. Not in the dreams, like somebody or something from the real world, but I’m not sure who/what.
Padmé was trying to be good and not talk to Anakin until Obi-Wan had said he was safe and whatever else the man had to settle. However, she found herself thinking of him often and she would pick up the phone to text him and then realized she couldn't. While this happened she tried her best to stay occupied and this day she was just working on her resume. Then her phone went off and she noticed it was from Anakin.
A smile appeared as she read the text and then as she was typing another....and yet another. They all earned a chuckle from her and she set to the task of responding to him.
-1) I do not have that many texts from you. And please, leave all of the squash alone. I am sure there is less innocent food that you can torture. I am going to stop caring about the squash if you keep bringing it up.
-2) Thank you. A little creepy, but I am flattered. You looked hot as well, I could see the sweat dripping from your temples as an indicator.
-3) Obi-Wan is Grumpy Cat. Fa--wait, you two met?
The last part threw her for a loop. Hopefully he would respond quickly so she could hear more details and perhaps contact Obi-Wan himself.
~Text # 981, day 3, mood more than slightly hungry: Yes you do. Also how can someone so beautiful be so heartless? Why won’t you save the poor, largely boring, veggies? Fine, whatever you say Angel, I’m glad you didn’t miss the set-up for that joke.
~Really? Actually, I can totally see it. Yeah, we met and discussed things, mainly that he said the dreams aren’t dreams but memories and I said he was crazy. We got on fine though, seems to be okay with being kept in the loop by my dreams though I don’t think he’s looking forward to hearing from me.
Thankfully he had the room to himself, the last thing he needed was someone catching him and asking to check his phone to make sure he wasn’t breaking the non-disclosure agreement he signed when he was hired.
-You should write a journal for every day I don't speak to you so I can see why I chose not to speak to you that day. And I honestly don't like veggies this much and some silly boy needs to give up on the joke or else there may never be another date in his future.
She surprised herself by bringing up a future date, but he had managed to worm his way into her life and she kind of enjoyed being around him. The dreams made it a little more difficult, but she was hoping any feelings towards him were her own and not the dreams. And she was going to probably go against anything Obi-Wan told her since he sucked the fun out of things.
-He's not crazy. But I am glad you two got along. He's basically a father figure around here when it comes to the dreams. He is the one who understands our dreams the best.
~It would be the most awesome journal ever, I won’t lie.
He did shut up about the veggies for the time being, but they would probably come back later, just to annoy her. There was just something about annoying her that was so entertaining.
~I didn’t honestly think he was, it was mainly just me trying to get my head around it all. You have to admit when you hear it out loud it sounds crazy. He says I’ll see him soon, that I’ll be going with you to wherever it is you guys are going. Haven’t seen him yet though, but I haven’t had a dream in a few days so it’s been nice to get some real sleep. What about you?
As she read his text she couldn't help but purse her lips. She wondered what Obi-Wan had thought about Anakin after their meeting. She hoped it meant she could continue to talk to him in general - if anything she really valued their friendship and dream share. But there was a tiny part deep down that wondered about more.
-Ah, yeah you come along. You will see a lot more of him in the future. And yes, it is a strange thing to hear aloud, but it isn't the weirdest thing to happen around here. And I had a lot of dreams a bit ago and I didn't enjoy them much. I have been approaching sleep with a bit of weariness. Hopefully they leave me alone for a while. What are you doing right now?
~Good to know, I always look forward to seeing more of you.
He knew how awful that was, he only wished she had been there to see the smug grin on his face as he typed it out.
~Still at work, drafting. The thing I can’t talk about has a thing that I can’t talk about with the other thing I can’t talk about. It’s so riveting that I only fell out of my chair once when I started napping. You?
-There's not that much of us together. So you better brace yourself for some disappointment. And I know you have a look on your face right now, stop it.
Padme had been able to read him fairly well now since they spent time inside and outside of the dream. He was that annoying that she knew he had to think himself so smooth for that comment. She was a little surprised he didn't question her about the dreams, but hoped that meant he was learning to accept no spoilers.
-Just fixing up my resume and doing some job searching. Haven't gotten out of my pjs yet, so I am living the dream. Have you had a break yet from all the things that you can't talk about yet connect to the rest of the things you can't talk about?
He actually laughed aloud at her reply, pleasantly surprised that she was already getting to know his expressions and mannerisms. It gave him hope that he would get to keep seeing her.
~I bet you’re adorable in pj’s. Talking to Kenobi was that break actually. Started the new project on Friday and took some work home with me, stopped long enough to have a drink with him and manage a little sleep in there somewhere. Otherwise I’ve been working. I’m a little disappointed that the shutdown won’t mean we get some time off, we’ve already been paid and the military is apparently going to keep keeping on with what they’re doing.
-I groaned at your adorable comment. Stop it, goober. You work too much, Anakin. I can't believe that they are working you that much. And got to love government shutdown loopholes, but I was mainly asking if you had a lunch break yet today....
She let the text end like that since she was basically asking to see him if he had the time. But she didn't want to flat out say that to him in case she was rejected for a meeting. With the way he acted she shouldn't really be worrying too much about it. It honestly surprised her that she wanted to see him so badly. She needed to get a grip on that.
~As you should have! It’s not so bad, I get to do something for a living that I’ve always wanted to do and I’m well paid for it. Sadly they don’t let me test pilot the things I design otherwise this job would be perfect. You need to email Palpatine, tell him to fix this shit.
Anakin wasn’t a cruel man, in fact he was generally considered very kind and compassionate, but there was a part of him that enjoyed making her wait for an answer. He wouldn’t turn down the chance to see her even if he didn’t have his lunch break free. A few seconds later he finally answered.
~I’ve got the time. Do I get to see you in your pj’s?
As she waited for an answer she nibbled on her bottom lip and flipped through a few papers that were on her desk. It was just something to help keep her occupied because she was growing bored with her resume work for the moment.
-I am not going to tell Palpatine that. You need to go kiss his ass yourself and maybe that will work.
-You can if you come over to my place. Not going out in public in my pj's.
~I think he’s annoyed with me, bought me the arm and I didn’t come work for him. I don’t kiss anyone’s ass, by the way, I’m only ever honest. I swear.
She was going to call him out on his bullshit and that made him smile. It was almost silly how much he enjoyed winding her up.
~I can swing by maybe for an hour and a half or so, want me to bring something? Like my tools to fix your coffee maker.
That text almost made her spit out her water and she found herself laughing to herself as she started to type out the return text. And she should have realized he wasn't really an ass kisser because he was always quite honest with her.
-That sounds like a terrible start to a porn. And I threw out that coffee maker last week and bought a new one. I couldn't keep spending all my money on Starbucks. And I can make us something - are you craving anything? And I mean that in a food sense.
~So far you have mentioned porn and sort of made the comment that my suggestion would be a lewd one. I don’t know about you, Miss Padme Amidala but I’m not that kind of man, okay. You can’t see it but I swear I snapped just then.
He didn’t but it was funnier to think that he had.
~Squash.
Of course he wasn’t going to leave it there but he was a little disappointed that he wouldn’t be able to see the look on her face when she read that.
~Uh, how’s your spaghetti?
Definite eye rolling on her end and she let out a groan at the text messages. Why had she missed this? Oh wait, it was actually a lot of fun and she found herself enjoying it quite a bit.
-I hate you a little bit. And I make great spaghetti. I can get working on that in a bit so it will be ready when you come over. Maybe I will put some squash into the recipe just for you and your sensibilities.
~I know. Have you had spaghetti squash? It’s horrible. Seriously. Avoid it like the plague. Anyway, do you need me to pick up anything on the way? Don’t ask me to pick up squash. Or porn for that matter, that’s what the internet is for.
-Just bring over whatever you want to go with lunch. Maybe some bread? I have salad and spaghetti supplies here. And I will avoid squash, so don't worry. Just let me know when you are on your way.
As she sent her text she got up to go into the bathroom and at least make herself look presentable in her pj's. Then she went into the kitchen to start making lunch for him. It felt oddly domestic and she couldn't remember the last time she did this for someone.
Fifteen minutes later he sent her a text from his car telling her he was finally on his way, it taking him longer to clear down and sign out than he had first thought. It wouldn’t take him too long to get there if the traffic was kind and the line at the store was brief, he wasn’t exactly known for his patience but when someone was waiting on him he was worse than usual. Thankfully he didn’t have any trouble getting to the store and knew exactly where everything was he wanted and so was in and out in under ten minutes.
Soon enough he was at her door, bag with warm, pre-toasted garlic bread and bottle of beaujolais, a simple bouquet of bright, late summer flowers in the other. He didn’t believe in coming over empty handed and knew that if she didn’t like the wine he was sure she would enjoy the flowers.
Once she heard the buzzer for her door she moved from the kitchen to answer it. The flowers were a surprise, which earned a large smile from her as she reached forward to take them from him. "This is really sweet," she cooed as she stepped back to let him in and head back to the kitchen to finish cooking. Her pj's were simple pants and a nice tank top set - with some pretty swirl designs on them. At least she wasn't wearing boxers and an old tshirt.
"I am glad you were able to come over for lunch. You sound like you are working too much and maybe this will make for a better day," she commented as they went into the kitchen and she set the flowers in a vase before finishing the spaghetti.
“I’m glad you invited me, you always make my day better. It’s felt like forever since I’ve seen you.” he was smiling at her reaction and at her pajamas. They weren’t as cutesy as he thought they would be, but he was sure she had at least one pair like that. “I was hoping I didn’t scare you off with how I was in the dream, unless you think I’m adorable at nine and it’s the guy in his twenties that scared you off. In that case I can’t say a word.”
He slipped the wine from the bag into the freezer once they were in her kitchen, letting it cool a little before getting out the bread. “Anything I can help with?”
You only wore the cute/sexy stuff when someone was sleeping over. Defintely not appropriate for cooking lunch. The comment about scaring her off made her frown just slightly and she gave him a shake of her head and an apologetic look, "Not scared off. Just....other things happened. And I make your day better? Anyone ever tell you that you come on a little strong? We haven't even know each other that long."
She instantly felt a little bad saying it like that and then looked back over to him from in front of the stove, "Okay, I will admit your texts are kind of a bright spot in my day. And if you want to grab plates or slice the bread that would be great. Pasta is almost done."
Given that he didn’t know exactly where the plates were yet saw the knives in the block on the counter he chose the bread, though he stopped long enough to watch her take a few steps back from her ‘coming on strong’ comment. He was smiling though, amused by the whole thing at least enough to tease her a little. “So I guess that means I shouldn’t propose tonight? I guess that saves me from ring shopping later, I’m always for missing that.”
He turned the warm, buttery loaf upside down, cutting from the bottom so he wouldn’t squish it flat while he cut. “But yeah, I know I’m intense, I can’t help it. It’s hard enough not being so impulsive. But I do like harassing you, you’re a lot more fun than Grumpy Cat Jedi, at at least I know you like me.”
"I would prefer you to leave the proposing for a much later date," she admitted to him with a playful smile as she moved to turn off the stove and then grab plates and utensils. The next comment from him earned a laugh and a roll of her eyes as she went over to her small kitchen table and set their places.
As she went back into the kitchen to grab the wine and some glasses she brushed up against him and stopped beside him. A playful look was on her face as she turned it up to him, "And how do you know that I like you?"
The actual physical contact caught him off guard and he clearly needed a second or two to process it before coming back at her with one of his more charming smiles. “You seem to be about as good at subtle as I am. I like it, not enough people are straightforward these days.” he was tempted to lean down and kiss her, and lean down was the proper word as there was nearly a foot’s difference in their heights, but the moment wasn’t quite right. Later, maybe after they ate and spent more time together, she’d have less excuses to push him away then.
He cleared his throat, continuing to grin down at her, “But if it’s just being frequently annoyed that you enjoy I do have a few other qualities and uses you might be interested in.”
"Oh really? Like what?" She questioned him as she pulled away and went to the table to fill up their glasses with some wine. Once they were filled she drained the pasta to bring to the table along with homemade sauce (grandmother's receipe). She wasn't sure if he should drink before going back to work, but she wasn't going to bring it up.
He didn’t even think about it, they didn’t allow him near the tools or the machinery anyway, he also didn’t think that he would end up drinking all that much. He had a pretty high tolerance anyway, his friends used to say it was because all alcohol was simply too afraid to upset him. Anyone who had seen Anakin angry wouldn’t have doubted it. “Well, for starters you’ll never need a ladder, I’m also on the charming side of smug which I’m told is attractive. Oh, and if the Jedi is right I might be able to see into the future any day now which could be really useful if you ever wanted to go to Vegas.”
"I am not that short, don't be rude, I wouldn't want to be an Amazon woman anyway. The smug part bothers me, so I am not sure if I would count that as a plus in your column. And I doubt Jedi use their power for being able to cheat casinos out of money. I haven't heard anything I am terribly impressed with yet," she gave him a bit of a smirk as she moved past him with the sauce and set it on the table, "Alright, time to eat."
“Nothing rude about it,” he grinned. “Simple fact, you’re not six feet tall. And you clearly enjoy my smugness, don’t lie.” he knew it wasn’t true but it was too much fun to wind her up. He liked that look on her face when she was annoyed or when she was fed up with his talk. He followed, bringing the bread with him and setting it down on the table before he sat himself. “Jedi lie, you ought to know that by now, and well, I’m not a Jedi, not here anyway. Besides, if a Jedi suspected a casino of funding terrorists or gangsters or whatever they would be honor bound to stop them. But in any case I don’t think whatever moral code they do or do not have would apply to me.”
"You'll be a Jedi at some point. Then you can Grumpy Cat just like Obi and act like a mother hen," she crossed her legs as she sat on the chair and served herself before passing the pasta to him and taking the bread when he was done. It felt almost normal and natural to be having a meal with him at her table. That was almost scary to think about because they hadn't known each other for long but it felt like forever, "Just don't go rob a casino, it will only bring you trouble. Use your future Jedi powers for good."
“We’ll see.” he said with a mischievous smile. Later, after they had enjoyed what Anakin had called some of the best spaghetti he had in a very long time, he was helping her wash-up. Of course they both still had their wine glasses, taking it slow as it was still the middle of the day for them both and he still had to get back to work. Spending time with her though, it was enough to nearly call in and take the half-day off, even if his hands were submerged in warm, soapy water cleaning pots. He had insisted on helping clean up though, so it was his own fault, he’d probably have to check his artificial hand later to make sure there wasn’t any water sloshing about in it.
“This has been really nice,” he said as he was finishing the last one, “We ought to do this more often.”
While he rinsed and washed the dishes she dried them off. She was honestly surprised he had offered to do it and that he was using his mechanical hand. She didn’t know the ins and outs of having an artificial limb, so hopefully it wouldn’t be destroyed while in the water. As she waited for the next plate to dry she drank from her wine glass. “It was quite nice. I’m glad that you liked my spaghetti so much and thank you again for bringing over wine and bread,” she took the last plate from him and stood up on her tip-toes to put the plate on the shelf. Her tank top rose up just slightly to expose her stomach before she relaxed back down. She almost wanted to ask him to stay instead of going back to work, “And I might be slightly inclined to agree with that.”
Of course he saw it. Every inch of her bare skin was like a magnet where his eyes were concerned, but he had the courtesy not to stare at least, though he had enjoyed the little peek. Of course if he claimed that he didn’t want to see more it would be an absolute lie, but he was thankful that she wasn’t the sort of woman who would come right out and ask him that, “The lunch thing, right, because if we’re talking about washing dishes then I may have to admit that there was a reason I never became a professional dishwasher. The hand, you see,” he lifted it a little out of the water, happily he didn’t feel any wetness against his stump inside the arm. “It isn’t designed to be delicate enough to wash china teacups. But you, yeah, I like having lunch with you.”
“I get the feeling that you use that excuse quite a bit if you can,” she couldn’t help but smirk a little bit as she reached over to pull out the plug in the sink and let the water drain, her body brushing against him again, “And I will admit that I enjoyed having lunch with you as well. Are you sure that you have to go back to work? I feel odd having you drink and then go back to work. I don’t want you to lose your other arm in some weird accident.” There, she admitted aloud that she didn’t want him to go just yet. It was a strange thing for her to openly do, but he was really starting to grow on her. And then there was the tell-tale sign when she bit her bottom lip as she backed away from him to wipe her hands off on the towel and handed it over to him.
“I don’t think my car is likely to blow up just because I drive back to work a little buzzed,” he said as he drained the water and took the towel from her. He was particularly thorough when it came to drying his artificial hand though the skin over it was waterproof everywhere except at the opening. “It would be just my luck though, lose the rest of my limbs after having the most wonderful lunch any man could ask for. But let’s be honest here,” the smile he gave her fell into the utterly smug and intolerable category. He took a step closer to her, hands on his hips. “You just don’t want me to go.”
“Stop that smile,” she commented almost instantly. She liked his natural smile much more. It bothered her when he started to put on the fake charm around her. If she had to explain it then she would say that she just wanted him to be himself around her instead of this charming man that could be so annoying. Her eyes looked slightly bashful when he did step closer to her and she looked down at the ground a moment before flicking back up to him, “That part might be slightly true.”
He had to chuckle at that, “What? What did you say, I don’t think I heard you? That part might be slightly blue? Coup? Drew? Glue? Well that doesn’t make any sense at all. That part might be slightly glue. What the hell does that even mean?” of course a genuine smile did finally cross his lips, showing that he was finished teasing. “You know, I could call work if you wanted me to. Take off the rest of the day. I’m not really wild about going so soon myself, I mean, if you wouldn’t mind me staying for a little while. I’m sure you can find something else for me to clean.” okay he had to throw that last one in there but it was more sweet and playful than teasing.
“Slightly glue works because you keep sticking around and being annoying,” she countered as she reached out to push against his chest and when his hand came up to snatch her wrist she was caught up surprise. A blush appeared on her cheeks as he held it against his chest as she listened to him speak once again. Did she truly want him to stay? Yes. She was starting to get sick of beating around the bush with him now and Obi-Wan telling her to stay away made him a little more appealing. She flexed her fingers against his chest lightly and bit her lip before responding, “I don’t mind. I want you to stay and I won’t make you clean anything else except the top shelves.”
“I thought implying that you were in some way short was rude.” he continued to smile, bringing her hand up to his lips where he lightly kissed the back of her fingers before letting her hand go. Of course if things were going to ride up he was fine with watching her tackle the higher shelves, it was better than going back to work. He would probably have to work at home that evening but that was fine, he worked just as well from home. “It won’t take but a minute to let them know, they don’t really care about hours as long as the work gets done. I don’t even need an excuse, which takes the fun out of it.”
“It is, but I’m willing to take advantage of your height while I can,” the kiss on the back of her hand sent a shiver down her spine. Her mind was starting to go a little fluffy due to it and then he dropped her hand and she had to resist actually shaking her head to clear out the cobwebs. When he agreed to call in for the rest of the day she couldn’t help but smile, “Okay. Go for it.” While he went to make the call she reached for her wine glass, tipped her head back, and drained the rest of it in one gulp. Then she grabbed the wine bottle and poured herself another glass. She wasn’t drinking to get drunk, but hopefully it would calm her nerves a little bit.
She wasn’t the only one a little nervous, his shoulders tensed and relaxed a few times once he stepped out of the kitchen to make the call. He wasn’t sure what had possessed him to kiss her as he had but it had gone over well, maybe if he was lucky more would come from it later, but at the moment he couldn’t help but feel a little anxious about it all. Of course the voice on the other end of the line had sounded just as bored as he had been and he was happy to be away from there for the day, nothing could beat spending time with Padme.
With it finally finished he returned to her and picked up his own glass seeing that she was making headway with hers. He had a drink then smile at her, “All done, I think they can manage without me for the rest of the day.”
“Fantastic,” she clinked her glass against his before taking another long sip of her own. Now that she had him all alone she wasn’t quite sure what she wanted to do with him. She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and leaned her hip against the counter, “So, what would you like to do now that you’re getting buzzed and skipping work? I have quite a few other bottles of wine and liquor around the house if that’s your plan of attack.” She wanted something more to happen between the two of them, but she wasn’t quite sure how to properly approach it.
He laughed, “So I have to get you drunk to get you interested in me? Is that how it has to be? I had hoped you found me charming while I was sober.” more playful teasing though he was relieved she had said something in reply. He’d suffered through too many awkward silences with other women, he was glad it was different when it came to Padme. Though everything was different when it came to Padme and it didn’t have much to do with the dreams they shared, or so he liked to hope. He set his drink down and came to lean against the counter very close to her where he reached out his left hand and tentatively tucked the other side of her hair behind her ear, something about the balance. Anakin liked balance and symmetry, a lot. “You know,” he started softly, looking down at her. “You really are beautiful.”
The moment he stepped closer to her she could feel her breath quicken and that lovely pain of butterflies in her stomach started up. She vaguely wondered if he could hear her heart pounding when he leaned in and her cheeks flamed. It was one of those terrible romance novel type moments where she would be described with a heaving bosom and wanton lips. But that type of woman would wait for the man to ravish her and she had no patience in this moment. So, she leaned forward and captured his lips with her own and let out a pleased sigh. This was much better than having him leave right now and finally the awkward sexual tension was gone and she could enjoy this.
The kiss had been a surprise but Anakin had gone with it, more than happy to when he finally processed what was going on. He eagerly returned the kiss both hands finding their way to her hips where they rested as he slowly turned them, trapping her between the counter and himself, not at all ready to let her go so soon. But he doubted he would ever want to let go of her, her skin was warm and soft and inviting, the way she fit into his arms and the way she kissed him, everything told him letting go of her ever would be a monumental mistake. He did have to break the kiss for a moment, to save himself from trying to lift her onto the counter and taking things further than maybe they should be in that moment. His breathing was a little rough and his heart was pounding as he rested his forehead against hers, his blue eyes opened to find her beautiful warm browns, “Wow.”
As they kissed she had reached out to grab the front of his shirt and held on tight to keep him close. It was one of the best first kisses she had had in a long time and she didn’t want it to end. It almost felt like they were supposed to be doing this and that they fit perfectly against each other. When he pulled away from the kiss she heard herself make a small noise of disappointment before she opened her own eyes to look into his. A bashful smile appeared on her lips when she heard his comment, “I’m so glad you called in.”
“Me too.” of course his eyes had left hers fairly quickly and had traveled down to those inviting lips of hers. How was he supposed to resist that? But the better question would have been why would he want to. His staring at them was all the warning she was going to get because in the next moment his lips were covering hers, exploring and tasting them as his real hand came up to cradle her soft cheek.
This was a much more enjoyable way to spend a day than working on her resume. She hadn’t expected things to progress like this, but she kept coming back to him. There was something between them that they would be fools to try and deny. So, when his lips covered hers she melt beneath him and pulled tightly onto his shirt. Now that she had a taste she didn’t want to stop and she would let this ride for as long as they both would let it. Things had definitely shifted between the two of them and she hoped it was shifting on the good side of things.