A Life in the Day of a Skywalker
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A series of random drabbles, each inspired by a random word generator.
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A/N: I do not own Star Wars
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Luggage:
22 BBY
"Ani, would you help me with my things?"
Anakin Skywalker turned with a smile for his new bride.
"Of course. Where is your suitcase?"
She gestured distractedly down the hall to the bedroom. They had wed last night, and today they left for their short honeymoon. Anakin thanked his lucky stars that Padmé had agreed to marry him.
Padmé Naberrie Amidala Skywalker. Anakin thought contentedly.
He heard his wife coming back into the room and realized he'd spaced out. Anakin hustled to get Padmé's suitcase before she caught him. He froze in shock when he entered the room to see a large collection of luggage waiting in a neat pile beside the bed.
Anakin was grateful in that moment that Padmé was not Force-sensitive, and therefore couldn't register the disbelief that radiated from him.
Who in the name of the Force needs this much stuff for a three-day vacation?! Anakin asked himself.
Padmé came in at that moment, hugging him from behind.
"Can you get it all?" She asked, resting her head against his back. "If not, I can have Threepio help."
Anakin placed a calm mask upon his face, and then turned in her embrace and kissed her lightly.
"I can get it." He assured her, though inwardly he was cringing.
She graced him with a radiant smile, and moved into the refresher.
Anakin sighed quietly and set to work with the grueling task of moving Padmé's various luggage pieces out to their waiting boat.
Can this ship even hold the weight? Anakin pondered. He grimaced at the thought of the boat tipping as Padmé entered, finally rolling over due to the excessive burden.
He didn't want to insult Padmé, but Anakin began to seriously consider tying a second craft to theirs to even out the load the vessel was being asked to convey back to Theed.
"All set?" Padmé asked from behind.
Anakin plastered a smile on his face, praying that her sharp political eye didn't pick up on its insincerity.
"Let me just get my satchel." He said.
Though it might be safer to leave my bag here…
Anakin breathed a sigh of relief when their watercraft did not try to spill them into the cold water. He thanked the Force yet again when they made it safely ashore, and were soon in Padmé's private spacecraft.
When they arrived at their final destination, Padmé helped him unload her things, and then thanked him with a passionate kiss.
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20 ABY
"I'm ready to go!" Mara Jade Skywalker called from the front room.
Luke Skywalker glanced behind him, seeing his wife hauling a duffel-bag to the door. They were leaving for their honeymoon today, and Luke was eager to surprise his wife with their destination.
"Just leave your things there, I'll carry the luggage." Luke called over his shoulder.
He returned to the sink, washing the last of the dishes. A pair of hands encircled his waist from behind, and he smiled as Mara rested her head on his shoulder blade.
"You ready?" She asked.
Luke nodded, placing the final clean dish in the dryer. "All done, let's go."
He dried his hands, and Mara led him back into the sitting area. Luke's bag was already packed and waiting beside the front door, but he stopped when he saw only one other bag beside it.
Mara picked up her luggage, slung the bag over one shoulder, and turned. She frowned at Luke's slack expression.
"What?" she inquired, glancing at her front: nothing was out of place that she could see.
"Is that all your taking?" Luke asked in an odd tone.
"Yeah…" Mara dragged out the word.
He furrowed his brow slightly. "All your stuff is in the one bag?"
"Yes." Mara quipped, a little irritated by his elusiveness. "Skywalker, what's the problem?"
He smiled suddenly, taking Mara by surprise. "Nothing's wrong, I… guess I was just a little taken aback."
"By what?"
He grimaced. "Well… I just always thought that all women packed everything but the sink when travelling."
Mara's eyes lit with understanding, and then she lifted a wry brow. "I'm not 'all' women."
He nodded vigorously. "Thank the Force for that."
"I mean, imagine how full your hands would be, trying to please all those women…" Mara continued playfully.
Luke offered up a look of horror, before blushing. "Oh, please no! One is quite enough!"
He realized what he'd said a fraction of a second too late, and immediately regretted his choice of words. Mara's face fell, just slightly, before she recomposed her calm mask.
"Mara, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean that!" Luke hustled to her, taking her bag and setting it down.
His wife of merely a few hours stiffened slightly, but to Luke's gratitude, did not pull away. He gently lifted her chin with a hand, and looked into her eyes. They glistened with unshed tears, and Luke's heart froze in his chest.
"Oh stars, Mara." Luke's voice cracked. "I'm sorry, so sorry."
She nodded silently, and a few stray tears slipped from her emerald orbs.
"I know I'm not like most women, but most women haven't been ripped from their families and forced to live an assassin's life just to survive." Mara said in a small voice, some of her pre-wedding fears resurfacing. "Most women haven't had to kill their way to the top to impress an un-impressible being."
Luke pressed a finger to her lips, a few of his own tears now falling. "I know, and most women haven't gone through a fraction of what you have." He captured her eyes once more. "But most women aren't nearly as strong, loyal and beautiful as you. But most importantly, there is only one woman who has utterly and completely captured my heart and soul."
He caressed her cheek with his thumb, and then bent to kiss her moistened cheeks. "I love you so much, Mara. I am sorry for my careless words."
She hugged him tightly, and they enveloped each other in their unbreakable bond, allowing their love and devotion to flow freely. After a moment, Mara pulled away, wiping her face.
Luke dried her tears with his sleeve, smiling softly.
Mara's lips quirked into a smirk. "Do you have much experience with large amounts of luggage?"
Luke grimaced. "I love Leia, but she packs like she can't live a day without all the little amenities." He chuckled. "Poor Han, I feel for him whenever they go on a trip. I'm pretty sure he has had to give up one of his smuggling compartments to make room for all her things."
Mara's smirk blossomed into a full-out smile. "Poor Han, indeed."
"And it made me realize just how lucky a husband I am." Luke concluded, hoisting her bag up once more, and then grabbing his own. "Let's go, shall we?"
She trailed a finger seductively down his arm, and then stepped close, pressing to him sensually.
"I can't wait, Farmboy." She said huskily.
Luke dropped the luggage yet again and grabbed her in his arms, kissing her feverishly. Mara laughed against his lips, and pushed playfully. He lost his balance and then stumbled onto the couch.
They shared a laugh, but as Mara tried to move away, Luke latched onto her belt-loops, and tugged her closer.
"We don't have to be in a huge hurry." He murmured, trailing kisses across the exposed skin of her waist.
Mara moaned at his touch, and gave in.