Post Senate Spy
The royal yacht entered hyperspace, leaving Cato Neimoidia behind. Both Anakin and Padmé breathed a sigh of relief. They had survived another dangerous mission. Indeed, the color was returning to Padmé's face as the antidote neutralized the poison that almost stole her from Anakin. The spark was returning to her eyes.
Artoo was sending the information from the hologram Padmé had stolen from the treasonous Senator Clovis to the Jedi Council. Threepio fretted for a moment before Anakin sent him to get Padmé a glass of water. Captain Typho gamely pretended he had other things to do and ignored the young Jedi hovering over the young Senator.
Anakin took Padmé's hand in both of his and gently squeezed it. "You're looking better," he said.
"I'm feeling better." She offered him a brilliant smile. "My hero."
Anakin pressed her hand to his lips. "I swore to protect your life at all costs the day the Council assigned me to look after you." Threepio returned with the water and Anakin gently propped up Padmé's head so she could drink.
"Thank you, Threepio," Padmé said, giving the empty glass back to the protocol droid. "Would you mind bringing me a blanket? I'm feeling a bit chilly." As Threepio went to go find a blanket, Anakin quickly placed his hand on her forehead, then her forearm. "Ani, what are you doing?"
"You have chills. I'm just making sure you don't have a fever," Anakin reassured her.
"I'm cold because space is cold and I'm wearing a dress more appropriate for a warm climate." She raised an eyebrow. "Please, don't worry. I'm fine."
Anakin brushed a lock of loose hair from her forehead. "Okay, sorry. I just worry about you, that's all."
"Remember, you're not the only one around here who worries," Padmé said, slightly raising her finger. "Ani, it would be the worst thing that could ever happen to me."
"I swear it, that would never happen," Anakin said with a fierce solemnity. Threepio returned with a velvet wrap and a matching pillow. Anakin set the pillow behind Padmé's head, then draped the wrap over her body. "Comfortable now?" he asked.
"Yes, thank you." Anakin removed her shoes and handed them to Threepio, telling him to pack them away for now, then go assist Artoo. When the droid left, Anakin began massaging Padmé's feet. "Oh, that feels good," she said with a contented sigh.
"For what it's worth, I think you look incredibly beautiful in that gown."
Padmé grinned. "Maybe I'll wear it our next date night." Relaxed from the foot massage, she snuggled into her pillow and closed her eyes as Anakin continued to keep watch.
Th'End.