#· * ⁎ ━ libertinedeath. ❛ she will always be royalty to me.

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kisses obi-wan's neck ( sun emoji )

he’s deeply invested in a conversation when she walks in, yet there’s no other but he to be seen. a small communicator lying on top of the table in front of him is giving it giving it all away, however, when a voice ––––– a female voice ! ––––– speaks through it.   he answers her, completely ignoring the presence of a new   (  and much brighter  )   soul walking into what he now considers his place .  .  .  temporary.  keeping yourself hidden in a senatorial apartment wouldn’t have lasted long anyway with the regular visits from handmaidens, security and other senators. that much he expected, and it was only a matter of time before would find his own place –––––––what he’d not expected to continue to follow along, was  H·E·R   –––––  she’d been his key back to coruscant ;  a temporary hiding place until preparations had moved along in the lower levels of the planetary city.    but keeping PADMÉ AMIDALA, one of the senate’s most beloved and trusted politicians around, could eventually come to his benefit, and so they would keep this ––––– whatever it is   (  he’s not quite sure ;  sometimes .  .  .   sometimes it feels like there’s something DEEP inside of him trying to burn its way out and enlighten him with some kind of revelation as to the importance she’d once carried in his once pathetic life  )  –––– going on for now, hence the reason she knows exactly where to find.❛  any news from dex ?  ❜   the voice asks through the communicator ;  a beaming light of blue reflecting the highs and the lows of the tone echoing through.        ❛  no, not yet ––––  i’m on my way over there –––––  ❜         he answers as one hand moves across the table to enlarge a holographic map over one of the sectors of the lover levels, only a few miles east of the senate building ––––– of course he feels the questioning eyes demanding his attention from the other side of the screen ; as their conversation moves along he looks up to catch her eyes for just a moment before turning his attention back to the images across the table.     HE KNOWS SHE WILL ASK QUESTION ; DEMAND TO KNOW WHAT’S GOING ON ––––– but he doesn’t have time for this.    he knows she will demand his attention in her presence, but he’s purposely ignoring it –––––– ignoring her presence as she walks up to him.          ❛  a report came in this morning ;  CB-02 has been spotted in this area ––––  ❜       crimson markings outlines a smaller area and there’s a small sound responds in answer.   he doesn’t get much further than that before he can feel the warmth of her hand as it comes to rest atop his shoulder       ❛  ––– i need two ––– no three ––––   ❜        (  KEEP YOUR FOCUS !  )  but it’s hard when her lips are right there, skimming his jawline, DEMANDING the attention he refuses to give her –––––––      ❛  i need three men to search that area, ven !  ❜    the words fall harsher than they should ;  and padmé succeeds, prying him away from the table just long enough to shove him down onto the chair besides it.        ❛  sir, is everything alright ?  ❜    concern echoes in the voice through the communicator, clearly not understand the lack of focus and the sudden harshness in his tone.   of course ;  could they only see how he’s being held down in the chair, her legs straddling him as her lips are pressed against his own.    reluctantly he wants to push her away   (  it’s hardly a challenge if that is truly his intention  )   but he saves himself enough space to break the kiss, one hand below her collarbone as the other reaches for the communicator,❛  i’m fine !  just do as you’re instructed an ––––  ❜    and then there’s the lips pressed against his neck and he almost loses it then ;  breath hitching, voice lost for even just a few seconds despite the fact he finds himself closing his eyes in order to regain his composure –––  (  but padmé’s lips –––– on his neck –––– so good  )  ❛ do as you’re instructed and report back to me in two hours.  i want him found !  ❜     the voice on the other end barely has the chance to respond before the communicator is switched off, and there’s nothing he’d rather do but throwing it far away.   lucky for him he doesn’t get to consider it long before padmé has it pried out of his hand, clearly sharing the same thought.  he doesn’t care if the communicator gets broken then, because padmé’s lips are demanding his attention, and finally they’ll get it.

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