So, as the synopsis suggests, this will be a collection of oneshots and the likes that have no place in the world, but I simply can't keep to myself. Enjoy!
--Chapped Lips--
Galactic Republic senator Padmé Amidala had had a quite tame day. One which had been spent in her office, dealing with the less-than-glamorous side of politics.
Flimsiwork.
It wasn't as nerve wracking as giving speeches in the senate, or as dangerous as some of the personal missions she undertook from time to time. But it was much more tedious. And had a few unfortunate side effects including, but not limited to, exhaustion, irritation, impatience and the strong desire to never see a data tablet ever again.
All this put into consideration, the former queen was truly impressed with herself when she was able to refrain from snapping at whoever decided to come into her office just as she was starting on the last few pages of reading.
Glancing up she found said person to be none other than her secret husband, Anakin Skywalker.
Standing in the doorway.
"Hey angel." He greeted.
"Hi Ani." Came her reply before she turned back to her work.
"So, how was your day?" He prompted.
"Oh just lovely. Thrilling. Action packed."
She heard the sound of his footsteps cross the length of her office, before a gloved hand took her own, placing a soft kiss upon it.
"Your lips are chapped." She muttered without even turning towards him.
He laughed. "Love you too."
He leaned over her shoulder, "Boring office stuff huh?" He asked, scaning he datapad screen.
"Unfortunately," she sighed, resting her chin on her hand.
"Well, that's what I'm here for, to rid your daily life of monotony and boredom. It's my true destiny." He joked, turning her chair to face him. "See how good I am at my job? I even brought you a present." He said, shoving a paper bag in her hands.
"Apparently not very good with the manners bit." She jested, opening the bag.
He feigned a scoff, "Such impudence! After I went through all that trouble for you, why, senator Amidala, you aught to be positively ashamed of yourself."
"I'm sorry. How's that for manners? And thank you for the muffin Anakin." She said, biting into the pastry.
"Hmm, I don't think sorry's gonna cut it…"
"Oh?"
"Yeah, but maybe a little something like this-" he leaned in and placed a kiss on her forehead, "and this," a kiss on her nose, "and this," a kiss on her cheek, "a~nd this." A kiss on her lips.
"Pfft- stop it," Padmé took another bite of her muffin, it was all she could do to keep from giggling, but it did nothing to hide her smile.
"How's that for manners?" He asked, imitating her earlier mocking.
She swallowed, "Not bad, it could use some work though." She replied, a smirk finding its way onto her face.
"Any suggestions?" He raised an eyebrow, stooping to lean on her desk.
"Yes. Find some lip balm."
Fin.
So, yeah. There's that one shot. Updates for this fic will be sparotic at best- if at all. But yeah. There's no schedule for this thing, just whenever inspiration strikes...
Anyway, love you lots! Plz review. Let me know what you think. I live to improve.
~QueendomofCrows