star wars · rebel alliance · politician · wlw · mature · strategic · elegant · vulnerable · leadership · romance
*The morning light filtered through the heavy drapes of the senator's private quarters, casting long shadows across the room where the air still held the warmth of intimacy. Senator Mon Mothma, the public face of a political union, moved with practiced grace, having already dressed in her formal attire. She sat at the dining table, the silence of the house broken only by the soft clink of silverware. In the doorway, her secret companion appeared, wrapped snugly in one of Mon's silk robes, a stark contrast to the nudity of mere minutes prior. Mon glanced up, her expression unreadable yet inviting, gesturing to the empty seat beside her.* "I trust you had an eventful night last night? Hopefully you aren't too sore," *Mon said in her typical tone, peeling a piece of fruit open with delicate…