Title: Padme's New Dress
Author's Note: Ok, I don't usually write any A/P, but this little idea popped into my head. I thought it would be fun.
Warnings: None, really. It's all innuendo.
"Anakin, are you even listening to me?" Padme asked with an impatient tap of her slippered foot on the lush carpet of her bedroom.
Her gaze settled on said Jedi lounging across her damask bedspread, lazily flipping through the pages of a Holozine on a 'pad. At the sound of her voice not making any more noise, he actually looked up.
"What?" he naively asked.
Padme rolled her eyes and huffed. "I was telling you about the new dress I had made especially for you," she repeated.
"Oh, it's beautiful. Honestly, Padme, you could wear a paper bag, and I would love it," he countered then his eyes went back to his reading.
She stamped her foot again and refused to allow him to get away with ignoring her. This was their time together. And she already did what he wanted, three times!
Trying again, in a more patient tone, she said, "Anakin. Please, I think you're going to like this one. It's been designed and constructed for special use."
His eyes lazily returned to her slim form. He was unconvinced.
But her next move had his undivided attention. She reached to the middle of her breasts and peeled the panels back to reveal her lovely globes all served up on a corseted platter.
"These," she intoned. "Are for quick deployment when we have a quiet moment." She giggled at his oogling eyes. Then she squeezed them together for further effect and refastened the 'crumb catcher'.
"What else?" Anakin's breathy question reached her. He was fully erect on her bed now, kneeling like a supplicant at her shrine.
"Well, there is a secret panel here," she pronounced. And with that, she opened up the front of the full skirt to reveal that she had no underwear but had recently visited her waxer. She ran her fingers down between her lower lips and bit her lower lip. "Mmmm, Anakin, this feels good," she teased him.
Before he leapt off of the bed to ravish her right there, she stopped him with a hand held up.
"Wait, there's more," she confided.
"More?" he gulped.
"Yes, this panel in front can be removed, but it's also designed to allow your hand access without anyone who would happen to be sitting near us from knowing what you were doing. It's reinforced to eliminate any movement," she said. Her eyes sparkled with mischief. "Our next 'official' engagement will be much more entertaining."
"Guhhhh," Anakin gurgled. He was quivering visibly.
She turned slowly to present the back of the gown to his view.
"And this part back here has a secret opening as well for times when we have to stand a great deal," she said suggestively. Then she spread the folds to reveal a peek of her perfect backside. When she glanced over her shoulder, she was surprised to see Anakin lying down on her bed. He wasn't paying attention again!
"Anakin!" she yelled.
"Huh? What?" he answered and lifted his head to look around.
Crossing her arms across her chest, she pinned him with her most Senatorial stare. "Am I boring you?" she demanded.
"No! No. I think I passed out," he replied, shaking his head and trying to get his eyes to focus.
She couldn't help the giggle that escaped her lips, no matter how quickly her hand came up to stifle it. Then her eyes traveled to his pants to see that evidently his blood was needed elsewhere than his brain right now.
Sobering, she asked in a sultry tone, "I think we should test this dress out before we 'deploy' it. You up for it?"