Is that my tunic?
"Is that my tunic?"
Satine felt her mouth twitch at his hushed, slightly scandalized tone. Barely able to keep herself from laughing, she let a moment go by before leaning over and whispering, "You left it on Sundari, my dear."
She murmured loud enough for Mace Windu - whom was standing beside Obi-Wan in the Chancellor's office - to stiffen considerably and shoot a glare at her. It wasn't the first glare she received today - various knights had rolled their eyes while she walked through the halls of the Senate, and more than one Senator had stumbled when talking to her, eyes wide and mouths gaping a bit. Jedi robes were, after all, made to be recognized throughout the Galaxy. They robes were symbolic - it was hardly appropriate for a non-Jedi to be wearing them casually.
It was very inappropriate for a Mandalorian Duchess to be wearing them. In the Senate. On Coruscant. In a meeting with the Chancellor, Master Yoda and Mace Windu, various senators including Padmé Amidala and Bail Organa, a few Jedi - Anakin Skywalker, Luminara Unduli...and her Jedi lover.
Obi-Wan shook his head in disbelief, and then turned his attention back to the meeting at hand. He refused to make eye contact with Anakin - the little shit was grinning to much.
"But the Republic -" Bail Organa was protesting.
"I do not understand your worry, Senator Organa." Palpatine gave a smiley smile, steepling his fingers under his chin. "This won't affect Alderaan."
"Half of our -"
"Chancellor, Senator." Satine leaned forward, elbows on her knees. She bit back a smirk when she watched her peripheral vision Obi-Wan tlance down and realize she was wearing no undertunic. "If this will be problem for Alderaan, might I propose we reevaluate tariffs placed on Mandalorian goods coming into Republic systems?"
"Shouldn't we have the Banking Clan involved in this matter then?" Senator Amidala murmured, looking a bit disgusted at the thought of dealing with them.
"A matter between the Neutral Systems and the Republic, this is, Senator Amidala." Master Yoda met Satine's steady gaze, to which she raised her eyebrows challengingly. "Involve the Banking Clan, we should not."
"Unless absolutely necessary?" Anakin questioned, rocking back on his heels. He didn't meet the Nubian's narrowed eyes - looking somewhere past the head of the Chancellor.
Palpatine gave his eerie smirk. "Of course, Anakin my boy. Now…"
She barely suppressed a groan while the Chancellor kept yapping, forcing an interested face while the subject matter gradually shifted.
"Ya know," Obi-Wan murmured when a mild argument broke out between Mace and the Chancellor. "That tunic looks better on you than me."
"It'd look better on the floor."
He swallowed hard, gaze lingering on the rather large amount of cleavage that was showing. "Oh?"
"Master Kenobi?" Mace practically barked. "Are you coming or not?"
Obi-Wan blinked, realizing everyone was beginning to stand. Luckily, nobody seemed to be paying attention to them. Standing, he wrapped his cloak over himself carefully and forced a smile. "My apologies, Mace, I -"
"Master Windu," Satine murmured while the Chancellor led the pack out of the office. "Could you spare Master Kenobi for a bit? I'm afraid I dismissed my guards for the day and don't have an escort."
Ahead of them, Anakin snorted, then grimaced when Padmé jabbed him in the side.
Mace grit his teeth while they stopped in the hallway, then spun around with a muttered, "There's meeting at eight p.m. in the strategy room, Kenobi. Don't be late."
"He'll probably be late," Satine said to his back, then gave a small laugh when she watched his shoulders tense while he stalked away, cloak billowing around his ankles.
Obi-Wan brushed her wrist while he gave an exasperated sigh. "Was that really necessary?"
Satine scanned the empty hallway and shrugged. "How else could I tell you I'm not wearing anything underneath my leggings?"
"Nothing?" He echoed quietly, raising his eyebrows and giving a slow smile.
She smirked at his darkening eyes - really, it didn't take that much to make him horny - and stepped close to him, putting her palm on his chest. There were cameras in the halls, yes - but she really didn't care, and she suspected he didn't either. "Care for a meeting in my office, General Kenobi?"
Author's note: A prompt I tossed on Tumblr earlier today - enjoy! :D
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