A Duet of Fates

The Council

Padmé dressed in his senatorial garb, a deep red tunic that looked almost black. It was made from Karlini silk embroidered in delicate Naboo designs. He paired it with black slacks and simple shoes. He remembered his mother telling him stories of Karlini silk being used to protect royals and those in prestigious positions from blaster fire, and more practically; sweat. Ever since he could remember, his mother always made a point for him to have a special wardrobe made of Karlini silk for such events like today. Years later, she was still looking out for her only son.

His communicator began to buzz. A small hologram of his mother appeared and chided him for not contacting her sooner, but invited him and his guardian to family dinner later that week. Padmé glanced up from the holo when he heard a knock on the main door. He nearly disconnected, but bid his mother farewell.

Cautiously opening the door, a floating herald droid informed him of his upcoming meeting with the Royal Court of Naboo. He confirmed his attendance and closed the door as the droid hovered back to the palace.

He returned to his bed chambers to find Anakin and her robes gone. He walked down the hallway to her room to find her. He stood frozen in shock and awe.

"Isn't it impolite to linger in a doorway?"

Anakin once again had sensed his presence before he gave himself away. But she certainly remembered the Nabooian customs.

Her face was touched with a bit of makeup and her Padawan braid was covered by a decorative hairstyle of a Nabooian noblewoman. The first thing Padmé noticed was her exposed collarbones and the way the dark iridescent bodice of her bodysuit hugged her curves, leaving little to the imagination. Adorned with rhinestones and jewels, the dark fabric shimmered like the night sky of Naboo; dark and radiant. His eyes quickly drifted lower as she attached her lightsaber to the leather holster gripping her bare thigh. Walking over to her bed, she lifted the black shimmering tulle skirts and handed them to Padmé. He walked up behind her in complete awe of how she looked. Gently, he attached the full skirt to her waist helping to disguise her weapon. The world slowed as she twirled around him and he stepped back to drink in her immaculate beauty, like stars falling from the night sky. Practical and absolutely breathtaking.

"You look beautiful." He said effortlessly, she truly was. Her insecurities melted away as she smiled back.

"And you'll fit right in. But remember you're a friend from Coruscant," he reminded her.

"Yes, a daughter of wealthy bacta farmers from Hetzal Prime." Her smile faded as she remembered her role in the charade.

She turned her back as she rolled her eyes.

"Here as your guest and companion. I'm sure your mother will be thrilled."

As she spoke Padmé attempted to sneak up on her, intent on kissing her once more. Before he knew it, she spun around with skirts twirling, and pushed him on the ground, straddling him. She had once again sensed him. A sly smile crossed her face, as she began to gyrate her hips against his groin. She leaned down to kiss him as he attempted to get up. Their tongues danced while she entangled her legs around his waist. He stood, bracing her in his arms like a bride.

"Thanks for the practice." She winked as she hopped off of him, and fixed her gown and her hair.

Padmé fixed his own outfit, and mustered his will as his communicator buzzed.

"Duty calls," he affirmed, looking down at the message on his Comlink.

Anakin closed the distance between them to steal another kiss.

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