Title: Nightingale: An ObiDala/Dormakin Fic
Author: Ticklesivory
Rating: T/M
Genre: A mixture of romance, comedy, drama, etc.
Warnings: More likely some ridiculousness ahead. This is a Dormé fic after all!
Disclaimer: Not sure I need one! Yeah, Obi-Wan and Padmé and all that jazz were originally George's, but this Dormé – this three dimensional character – is mine! And I make no apologies for her!
Summary: After watching a certain romantic holovid, Dormé gets an idea on how to get Obi-Wan and Padmé together.
A/N: I know I've already played out a variety of these scenarios, but I choose to remain focused on the first bud of romance, which I think is the most exciting. So…pretend you've never read "The Jedi Trap," "How My Parents Got Together," etc. Let's start all over, shall we? Just for funsies?
Chapter One/Epilogue
What a Fellow Won't Do
Anakin Skywalker, Jedi Padawan to Obi-Wan Kenobi, could no longer keep his gaze off the ceiling while he listened to his date sniffle and blow her nose for the umpteenth time.
"Isn't that the most beautiful love story you've ever heard?" Dormé asked him between sobs, as they lay snuggled together on her employer's sofa.
One of the most tedious and lengthy holovids he had ever seen had just ended, but he couldn't complain about it. It had been Dormé's turn to pick out the movie, although his first choice wouldn't have been what she had decided on. It wouldn't have been his second either. All right. It probably would've been his last! He just didn't enjoy these sappy love stories! But she did, and Anakin was pleased to make her happy, athough she didn't exactly appear happy.
Anakin was beginning to wonder if he'd never understand women! Why they choose to deliberately make themselves miserable, and then pretend to enjoy it, made no sense to him!
But if that's how Dormé wanted to spend their evening, then so be it. He could at least be grateful she still wanted to spend it with him.
He didn't understand that either. How a beautiful young woman such as herself would want to be with him – a slave from Tatooine, still a padawan learner. He was thankful she did, although Dormé hadn't been his first interest. In fact, when he and his Master had been assigned to protect the Senator just a few short months ago, he had been excited to see the young woman from Naboo again. It had been a long time since their paths had crossed, and he wondered what Padmé Amidala looked like. He assumed she would be as lovely as the first time they had met, but when he walked into her apartment that fateful day, it wasn't Padmé who had captured his attention, it was her aid, Dormé.
Anakin was initially entranced by her beauty, her attractive figure, as well as her her dark eyes, but was soon captured by her wit, her spunk, and her vivacity. She kept him on his toes, that was for sure. The young man never knew what she was going to say or do, and he loved her for that.
Although, he didn't much care for her holovid choices; especially how she always seemed to want to discuss them afterward
"What was your favorite part?" she questioned, leaning over him in order to toss her used tissues into the awaiting trash receptacle beside the sofa.
Anakin wasted no time, though he hadn't actually watched the movie. Most of his concentration had been on her and the variety of charming emotions which had appeared on her face. He found that to be far more entertaining than the movie. What ridiculous, romantic tripe, he thought, but dare not say.
"I liked the part where the ruthless bounty hunter fired upon the squadron of evil warlords, taking them out one by one…" he jokingly replied, before being playfully swatted on the arm.
"You rat!" Dormé complained loudly. "Don't tell me you didn't pay attention! Weren't you watching the movie?"
"I was watching you," the young man confessed quietly, bringing a blush to her cheeks, which he found most flattering.
"Well," she replied, her voice becoming low and sultry. "You missed the best part."
"No," Anakin answered, pulling the young woman toward him, his words landing lightly upon her red lips, "I didn't."
He met those lips firmly, prying them open gently to drink of the sweet nectar she offered him, pulling her into his lap when she moaned softly into his mouth. They were often forced to be discreet, having very few opportunities for private moments such as this, and had thus far been limited to stolen glances, secret kisses, and covert caresses. But Senator Amidala wasn't home this evening, and the young couple was eager to take advantage of that.
Their kissing became more exploratory as Anakin allowed his hands to be, cupping the young woman's firm buttocks, causing her to smile wickedly down at him. He had no idea how far this was going to go, but was willing to take it wherever Dormé wished.
Fate, it seemed, had other desires, as their alone-time was interrupted.
The Senator had come home early, wisely announcing her entrance with a loud cough.
"Senator!" Dormé announced excitedly, hopping off Anakin's lap, and over the couch with far too much energy for this time of night. "Do you remember that holovid I was telling you about? The one about the nurse falling in love with her patient?"
"Vaguely," the exhausted-appearing woman replied with far less exuberance than her friend.
"Anakin and I just finished it, and it was so sweet! You see, the main characters were caught up in this military action, and he got injured, was in a coma actually, and she was the nurse who took care of him! And they fell in love!"
"While he was in the coma?" Padmé asked skeptically. "How's that possible? They couldn't even speak!"
"The language of love requires no words," Dormé pined poetically, causing the Senator to look to the Jedi Padawan for assistance.
She loved the young woman dearly, but knew her friend could get carried away sometimes. Padmé wasn't sure how Anakin could put up with Dormé, but apparently he could. The two had been making out on her couch for nearly three months.
"Dormé, walk me to the door," Anakin suggested helpfully. " I've gotta back to the Temple before I break curfew or before Master Kenobi comes looking for me."
Anakin rose from his seat and tenderly grasped Dormé by her hand. Side by side they strolled across the plush carpeting, seeming to be in no hurry to part, which Padmé thought was sweet, actually. She was happy for them, truly she was, though sometimes…
"Anakin?" the senator's voice abruptly stopped the young couple in their tracks, surprising not only them, but herself. "Tell your Master I said hello."
A/N: Ok, I'm mean, but that's just a teaser! I've learned in the past I am apparently not capable of focusing on two fics at one time, but for some reason, I wanted to toss this out there! I'll come back to it once The Last of the Jedi is complete.