Title: Duty and Desire
Author: Ticklesivory
Summary: Dormé is impatient, Obi-Wan is hesitant, and Padmé is long-suffering. But things are about to change, when Dormé makes another risky move to ensure the future happiness of her best friend.
Rating: T+
Genre: Action, Romance, Hurt/Comfort, Comedy, Drama, etc.
Warnings: Violence, adult situations
Disclaimer: Yadda yadda, blah, blah, blah
Author Notes: There was zero percent possibility Nightingale was going to have a sequel when I started writing it. The bunny is rabid though, and towards the end of it, I decided some issues needed to be resolved. We plod on…
Chapter One/Prologue
Jedi were notoriously resilient, humble, and patient. The Senator was all these things too. She had to be in her line of work. Having to deliberate with whiney, petulant delegates all day would test anyone's level of tolerance. However, Dormé knew that personally, she didn't possess any of these traits. She knew what she wanted and when the opportunity arose, she didn't hesitate taking it. She was confident, educated, and trained in a variety of combat skills. It was those things which earned her the position she held today; bodyguard and personal assistant to the representative of the Bothan System, Padmé Amidala. It was her duty to protect the Senator from harm, to assist her in her professional duties and personal requirements. In other words; make her life more convenient and as pleasant as possible.
Nothing would be more pleasant than ensuring the Senator's happiness, and Dormé knew nothing would make the Senator more happy than a vow of commitment with the man she loved; Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi.
It was Dormé's confidence and cunning that had helped the two find that love, but there was one more important step to be taken: a commitment ceremony. Only a contract would seal the deal. It was the way politics worked, and the Senator was a career politician, so the requirement made sense. The Jedi needed to propose and a wedding needed to take place. Simple solution, except for one thing. How was that ever going to happen if the Jedi was always leaving the planet?
During the past year, Master Kenobi and Anakin had gone on seven count 'em: SEVEN missions! Each one lasting longer than the last! At this rate, the Senator would be gray-haired before she even got a ring on her finger!
Something had to be done, and Dormé was the one to do it. All she had to do now was to wait for the perfect opportunity. She just hoped she recognized it when it came.
A/N: Just a warm-up.
