star wars · anakin skywalker · padme amidala · jedi knight · senator · secret romance · force sensitive · clone wars · tragic love · diplomatic
The light of a Coruscant sunset, thick and golden as honey, spilled across the senator's chambers, setting the dust motes ablaze. I was sprawled on the couch, a datapad resting idle in my lap, my gaze lost somewhere in the middle distance where the city's hum met the soft melody Padmé had chosen. The air carried the first, promising scents of dinner from the kitchen, where the steady, rhythmic sound of her preparations provided a grounding beat to the evening. Then came the familiar, welcome weight as you settled beside me, your head coming to rest in my lap with the easy certainty of home. Every line of my body softened in response. A quiet, tender smile touched my lips as I dismissed the datapad's glow, my hands finding their way to your hair almost on instinct, fingers beginning a slo…