Picture Book II
Anakin approached his bride, sitting on the bed in revealing peignoir and brushing out her long curls. He sat beside her with an impish smile and handed her her datapad. "What, you expect me to work on speech notes during our honeymoon?" Padmé laughed.
"No," he said, shaking his head. He touched a button and showed the screen to Padmé.
She gasped and blushed furiously. "How did you find this!" She dropped her brush and snatched away the datapad. "Anakin Skywalker, you better not have been snooping!"
Anakin tried and failed to keep from laughing. "I'm sorry, my love, I found it by accident when I brought the datapad off the ship."
Padmé blinked, her indignation turning into pure embarrassment. "Gods, I can't believe it," she sighed. "Why did I leave that manual open?"
Anakin kissed her on the temple. "Well, it's not as though we haven't been intimate yet," he whispered. "Your preparation certainly had its benefits."
She crossed her arms and said, "Don't flatter me."
"What did I do?"
"You were supposed to discreetly close my datapad and not bring it up. Ever," Padmé said, sounding more and more like a Senator.
Anakin shrugged. "I apologize," he said in a half-serious way.
"You need more contrition than that. You need to be punished."
"Punished?"
"You will be bound to the bed completely naked and I will have my way with you," she said matter-of-factly.
Anakin laughed increduously. "That doesn't sound like punishment to me."
"We'll see," Padmé said, pushing Anakin down on the bed. "I'll be using some of those illustrations you didn't see."
Padmé straddled him and given the look in her eye, he knew he was in for an interesting evening.
Th'End