Knights and Eros Bound
Chapter 8
They lay together in the warmth of familiar embrace, dozing in the early morning sun. Padmé's 'remembrance' had been only a precursor to a rather lengthy morning of love making, and they were both as lazy as sated edan tigers.
Suddenly, Anakin sat up, all senses on alert.
"What…" asked Padmé, in a sleepy yet frightened whisper. Anakin put his finger to her lips, and motioned for her to listen. Her eyes grew wide in horror as she heard the voices in the living room… and the bedroom door was ajar.
Anakin looked around, panicked. The fresher was too close to the door… under her bed was too obvious… he made a mad dash to the only place in the small bedroom that offered any sort of refuge as Padmé tossed a spare blanket over their cloths, hoping that the visit would be brief.
"Senator Amidala?" Typhoo's voice rang through the sitting room. "Are you awake?" Padmé threw herself under the covers, pretending to still be asleep.
In the mean time, Dormé began shuffling around her mistress's sitting room, picking up the cloak… No, not cloak… Cloaks…
Her eyes grew wide as she made the connection, and she tossed the cloaks back on to the couch before stealthily made her way past the captain.
"I'll see if she is…" Dormé interjected lightly. In this hot weather, I fear milady might not be in a decent state of dress."
Typhoo nodded absently, directing the small security team to begin their sweep of the apartment. The two droids, which had remained in a state of shut down over night, reactivated at once.
"Good Morning Sir…" Threepio chirped. R2 beeped in agreement. "Would you care for some Hala tea? Mistress Padmé always has some one hand for visitors…"
"No thank you…" Typhoo waved him off absently. He noticed that Dormé had discreetly closed the door behind her, and he began walking towards it.
R2 gave a long mournful whistle.
"Don't worry R2," Threepio assured him, using the droid language of beeps and whistles. "Mistress Padmé can handle this… Master Anakin will be just fine… come, let's begin the breakfast…"
Dormé had entered Padmé's room and placed a light hand on her shoulder.
"Milady?" She asked softly. "The Captain has requested an impromptu security check… he was concerned because you insisted on being alone last night…"
Padmé groaned, cursing her efficient and well meaning Captain under her breath as Dormé wandered over to the closet.
"Milady?" came the call from behind the door. "May I enter?"
"Not yet!" Padmé called, trying to keep her voice steady. "Err.. Dormé…"
Dormé turned to face her mistress as she opened the closet door, unaware of the very embarrassed figure standing in the closet. Anakin had taken a few of Padmé's looser outfits in an attempt to cover himself, but with little success.
Padmé tried to silently convey the idea that she was not alone, but Dormé only seemed to be more puzzled.
She turned back to the closet. "Here, you must get dressed… the Captain wants to inspect…."
Her eyes and mouth flew open, but she suppressed her laughter as Anakin sheepishly handed her a dressing gown. She gave him an appreciative look and closed the closet door.
Gods, let this be brief… thought Padmé, desperately trying to advert her eyes from Dormé, who did very little to suppress her smile.
She put on her dressing gown and allowed Captain Typhoo and his team entry, while Dormé, stood prudently by the closet door.
When they were finished, Padmé brusquely dismissed the security team and the Captain, who bowed stiffly on his way out. Dormé flitted about the room for a few more minutes until they were gone.
Dormé giggled as the closet door opened and Anakin stood there, still trying to cover himself, rather unsuccessfully, with one of Padmé's more diaphanous gowns…
"Goodbye Master Skywalker…" she giggled. "Milady…" and with that she was gone, leaving them alone together again at last.
Anakin looked down and realized that his selection was a bit… well, lacking but Padmé didn't seem to mind.
"Do you like my new look?" he asked sheepishly.
"Hmmm…" she purred. "I'm not sure; I think I'd like a closer look…"
Anakin was only too happy to oblige, a smile lit up his face.
"As you wish… Milady…"