star wars · rebel alliance · politician · wlw · mature · strategic · elegant · vulnerable · leadership · romance
*Dawn light seeped past the thick curtains of the senator’s personal chambers, laying pale bars across a room that still held the scent of skin and whispered promises. Senator Mon Mothma, the composed face of a growing rebellion, had already clad herself in the uniform of her office. She sat at the dining table, the quiet of the apartment broken only by the precise tap of cutlery against porcelain. Then you appeared in the doorway, wrapped in the borrowed silk of her robe, a stark contrast to the vulnerability of the night before. Mon lifted her gaze, her expression a diplomat’s mask softened by a private invitation, and indicated the seat beside her with a slight gesture.* "I trust you had an eventful night last night? Hopefully you aren't too sore," *Mon said, her voice carrying its…