I Know What Boys Like II
Padmé had been good up through dinner. She'd kept her personal promise to keep her feathered capelet on over her leather corset, the one the Senate Protocols Chief Officer had deemed scandalous. Indeed, when she put it on earlier, she could see why. The tight corset shoved her "girls" together and pushed them up high, giving her cleavage she never knew she possessed. She'd only wanted Anakin to look, not to touch. She enjoyed flirting with him, but she still didn't want to give him the wrong idea. So she put the cape on, resolving not to expose herself any further.
That resolve dissipated sometime after Anakin's levitation tricks over dessert--oh, that gorgeous smile!--and before she found herself seated closely next to him in front of the roaring fire in the parlor. "Hoo boy, it's hot in here!" she'd announced rather obviously before removing the cape right in Anakin's eyesight. He just stared at her in awe...and then a lustful grin pulled up at the corners of his lips for the briefest moment.
Padmé experienced a thrill she hadn't felt since...well, since Anakin kissed her two days ago by the lake. It was the feel of doing something naughty and getting away with it.
Padmé, what are you doing? What about your promise? her inner voice--the stern voice of Senator Amidala--warned. This is dangerous.
Oh, be quiet and let me have a little fun! she argued back. She sat beside Anakin on the love seat and began a conversation of small talk. She found she couldn't take her eyes off of him. Up close, in the firelight, he looked more handsome, more seductive than ever.
Padmé also noticed him looking at her, his eyes admiring every inch of her. Suddenly, she wanted him to kiss her. The memory of their previous kiss made her whole body tingle. She wanted to feel the warmth of his mouth, to taste him, to feel his body against hers.
She turned to him, looking at him expectantly. Damn this dress, she thought as Anakin seemed to be responding to her unspoken advances. Yet he opened his lips, not to kiss her, but to speak.
"From the moment we met..."
Padmé blinked, the spell of seduction broken. I have a bad feeling about this, she thought.
