DORMITORY E - LATE EVENING
"Ow, ow, ow," Padme cried, limping into their apartment. With a sigh of pure bliss, she flopped onto the cream colored sofa, kicking off her shoes as she went.
Anakin grimaced as he followed her into the room. He was fully aware that he had not helped her foot situation whatsoever today. Thankfully, he was slowly learning the steps and was (almost) proud to say that he had mostly avoided her toes during their last trip around the dance floor. He hoped to continue that trend in the morning. At least for a little while... They still had 57 percent of the routine to learn.
"Are you hungry?" he asked, running a hand through her silken hair. "I can fix us something to eat."
"Starving," she replied, smiling up at him.
Returning her grin, he continued into the brightly lit kitchen, grabbing a few items from the fully stocked cooler. After pouring a few drinks, he set everything on the short table in front of her and flicked on the big screen viewer.
"You are a sweet man," she said, seeing the food in front of her. She sat up and grabbed a piece of fruit. "I am constantly reminded of the many reasons why I love you!"
Returning the sentiment, he kissed her on the cheek, settling onto the cushion next to her. Instead of leaning forward to pick up his dinner, he reached into the Force and smiled as it floated to him. Hardly glancing at him, Padme gave him a Look.
"I'm tired," he explained, somewhat defensively. Laughing quietly, she returned her focus to the HoloNet report. Her smile faded as she listened to the reports of the continued unrest in the Senate.
He didn't need to reach into the Force to read her thoughts.
"You are doing what you need to do. You won't be any help to the Republic if the assassin succeeds in his quest to kill you," he said, reassuringly.
"I know," Padme reluctantly agreed. "I still feel like I should be there though. I'm needed."
"You're needed here too," Anakin murmured, squeezing her hand. She kissed him gently before turning her attention back to her dinner, trying to ignore the information flashing across the viewer. Suddenly, both their heads snapped up as a commerical for "Dancing with the Star Wars" zipped across the screen.
A deep voice boomed, "In a few days, contestants will begin the battle to become the reigning Galaxy champion. But they won't be doing battle the usual way! No, the outcome of this war will be determined on the dance floor!" Padme winced as energetic music chimed in the background. "Who will emerge victorious? We'll be meeting our contestants in the days to come! Stay tuned!"
With that, Anakin shut off the viewer.