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Anakin had somehow miraculously avoided tripping over himself in Padmé's presence – not that he'd spent a great deal of time with her. He did feel rather awkward and ungainly in her presence, but he savored her presence nevertheless. Even in her anger she was beautiful, he decided as he watched her pack her things for the journey off Coruscant. She certainly was not happy about having to leave before the vote on the Military Creation Act. He could see it in her frown, in the hurried, exaggerated way she walked, in the way she slammed the door shut every time she entered or left the room. Now all the doors were shut, and he and she were alone in the room together. She struggled with the zipper on her bulging suitcase.
"I… hate… this… thing!" she growled, breaking the silence that had reigned between them since she had asked him to "stop looking at her like that."
"Why are you taking all of that along?" he blurted out, before it occurred to him that the question might possibly be considered rude.
She sent a fiery glare his direction. "Because I have to!"
Anakin retreated into the corner but continued to watch her struggle. Finally she turned toward him.
"Don't you have anything better to do that watch me try to zip my suitcase?" she demanded. When he remained silent, she cracked a lopsided grin. "You could at least come over here and help me!"
Anakin walked over to assist her. "How may I be of service, Milady?" he said with a flourish.
"Sit on this!" she responded with an impish grin.
Anakin was perplexed. "What?"
"Sit on it. Your weight will hold the top down so I can zip it."
Anakin sighed, still a little puzzled, but complied. "Anything for you, Milady."
Suitcase successfully subjugated, Padmé slipped back into more professional behavior. "Thank you, Anakin. Now, I have just a few things left to prepare, so perhaps you should just wait out in the lounge…"
Anakin didn't want to. He wanted to stay and be mesmerized by her beautiful face. However, he also didn't want to be annoying, so he headed for the door, dramatically calling out "As you wish, Milady!" He flung the door open, turning as he did so for one more glance at her gorgeous features. For some reason, she was frowning, and she suddenly exclaimed, "Anakin! Where are you going! That's the –"
Kawhumph! Anakin tripped over several rather unstable objects under his feet and fell forward through a mass of fabric to hit the back wall of what he belatedly realized must be Padmé's closet. His feet, trying in vain to find a piece of floor that was not covered by what he imagined must be shoes, slid out from under him, and he found himself lying on his back on the floor, his feet again in the air, most of him still inside the half-empty closet. A scarf fluttered down from somewhere on high and draped itself neatly across his face. Anakin extricated his hand from the shoe it had been shoved inside when he fell and pulled the scarf free of his mouth.
"How do you walk in these things?"
Padmé shot back, "I don't know, but I sure do it better than you. He tried to glare at her, but it wasn't easy when he was upside-down. Padmé suddenly exploded into giggles.
"I'm glad you find this so amusing," he said sarcastically.
Padmé managed to stop laughing long enough to declare, "Anakin, you have just made that into a walk-in closet!"
He got the joke and, after a moment, joined in her laughter.