Wakka (And other Fake Things)

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Mon Mothma stood with clenched jaw and smiled. It had been about three long hours now. But her wide smile did not reach her eyes.

Perrin had been more patronising than usual with her the night before. He came home at dawn and made a huge noise in the hall. Mon couldn't imagine what was happening, she thought the penthouse was being robbed. She quickly slipped into one of her short silk gowns and ran out to check it, not letting every credit to the guards. Mon Mothma liked to know what was going on in her own house.

It was Perrin, her half-drunk husband. But not alone. Mon recognised the woman on his side, immediately. She worked in the Senate, heading the administrative department. And she literally hated Mon. She didn't agree with her views, so she did everything she could to undermine her work. This woman ruined several important votes or administrative preparations that could have helped many lives.

Mon saw her plump and compulsively subtle, with her lips slightly forward. That type, who always talks before thinking. Which Mon happened not to be able to stand in this life.

She slowly looked up at Perrin. Her husband raised an eyebrow and pulled the girl in front of him.

"Daria, why don't you wait for me in bed?"

The mentioned woman giggled on a so unnaturally high voice, what sent goose pimples down Mon's back as an instant.

"But which one today, dear? The blue or the beige one?"

Mon's brain froze. She suspected, Perrin had gone his separate ways, already. Mainly because they hadn't had any way together for years. Since Leida was born, she could count on one hand the number of times her husband had touched her down there. If the senator happened to be looking for romance, she was more likely to get it from the shower rose than from her husband. It's lucky, that she didn't crave his touch anymore. Perrin was petty, frivolous and lazy. Moreover, he was more dismissive and hurtful every day. He has not had a kind word to say to her for many years. He was protestingly uninterested in anything that was important to Mon. She struggled for a long time to change that. For a really long time.

Not that she had chosen him, anyway.

Later, Perrin had asked for a separate bedroom. Although he only asked for that, Mon immediately gave him a separate residence on the opposite side of the house, just so as not to remind her of the failure of their marriage every single time, she walks down that corridor.

He had not slept in their bed for years, so she suspected that he had already found someone else. Maybe a different one every day. She thought, or hoped, however, that some respect remained for her.

Because despite all this, Mon tried convulsively to respect him. Until now.

"In the blue one" she said sharply, cheeks burning, "because the beige one belongs to me"

Like the slippers you're wearing and the man who's just stroking your neck, you...you little... - she added mentally.

"Oops" the girl put her hand over her mouth theatrically, and started down the corridor, as if she were just at home.

Mon raised her eyes to Perrin. He opened his arms absently.

"At least sometimes that bed gets warm aswell. Your warmest welcome"

The senator's breath caught in her throat.

"Oh, come on, Mon. Save that look of surprise for someone who believes it" he said, his tongue a little slurred.

"Now you think I'm the bad guy, but I honestly thought you'd move on, for now. Do you remember that senator who used to wait for you after every session to ask you... well I don't know what the hell he was asking you. So that one. Praier, or who the hell-"