The Queen stared intently at the images emitting from a small holoproj on the low table before the sofa while Panaka pointed out current defense positions and fortifications of their army. Anakin recognized the familiar territory around the Thal Weil military base. More than once, he had hunted or fished in those swamps during nearly a years stay there.
However, he was more interested in the beautifully intent look that adorned Padmé's face as she sat there at one end of the sofa studying the holo.
Obi-Wan sat at the dining table but Anakin walked over to his wife and perched himself on the armrest behind her, his form towering over her. He leaned back stretching out his arm along the backrest, so that if the Queen leaned back she would be practically in his arms.
Panaka coughed and gave him a sharp look. Anakin ignored it as he took in Padmé's sweet perfume. He craned his neck over her shoulder apparently to have a look at the projected map but his eyes wondered down to the low cut neck of the Queen's bodice. Anakin feasted his eyes hungrily on the wonderful view he had of her soft, creamy bosoms.
Padmé while discussing the various aspect of the layout of the fortifications pulled up her scarf over her neckline several times, only to have it slide low repeatedly until she had to hold her hand on it. She felt a tug, as though the scarf had a life of its own, suddenly she whirled around angrily only to find Anakin examining the ceiling and whistling away coolly.
"Could you please…" She indicated the armchair with her hand. "You are distracting me."
"Who me?" Anakin said in a surprised tone, "Why I was only…"
"Please," She said sweetly," But gave him a stern look, which the two men couldn't see as she had her back to them.
By the look on her face, Anakin knew he had overstepped it. Giving her a gracious smile, he meekly slid into the nearest armchair.
The meeting between security chief and Queen seemed to drag on and on, Anakin huffed and puffed and walked in circles till he wore holes into the carpet, he looked out the window, then sat with his master at the table, impatiently tapping the thick wood till Kenobi had to slap his knuckles and make him stop.
At last Panaka stood, Anakin's face brightened visibly.
"What about Skywalker?" He said as he gathered his stuff. The Queen glared at him. He apologized wondering how he should address the Queen's consort. This was a unique situation, all the consorts of queens before had some or the other title either prince, king or count.
Anakin saved him, "Just called me Anakin," Panaka gave him a vain smile
"Yes sir!" He said.
"Just Anakin," Anakin repeated the Captain nodded.
Then the Captain turned to Anakin. "We need you at the base, the engineers at FP have been holding the project on hold. They have been experiencing problems with the hydraulics system." He began to lay out plans of the project and handed Anakin a datapad. The young Jedi grimaced at the unexpected request, he was anxious to have the Captain and his master out so he could spend some time alone with his wife.
His brows furrowed, Anakin thumbed through the data rapidly. Then he smiled triumphantly.
"There's nothing there that I can't remedy from here." Taking out his own datapad, he made some notes.
"The problem is not with the hydraulics but with the pressurizing system that supports it, which gets over heated because of the fuel pumps just above…here," he reached out and pointed to a spot on the plan.
"Well! So how do you assume we remedy that? Moving the pumps away would require a major design change, which could cause major delays. And delays are something we can't afford."
"Lungten insulation!" Anakin blurted, just a thin film will do the job. I have calculated the exact percentage, give or take 0.0002 tps. It's all in here." Anakin said handing the datapad back.
Panaka was impressed though a bit skeptical. Some of Naboo's greatest engineers had been racking their brains the past several days for the solution to this problem and it took this boy hardly a quarter of an hour to solve.
"Are you sure? He asked."
"Positive," Anakin said with a rather smug smile. "In light of chief Sorenson's report this can be the only solution."
"Well I guess then you can stay here for some days." Panaka had just a hint of a smile as he took the datapad.
Anakin's smiled spread as his eyes sought the Queen's. Amidala pretended to be looking out, though she could feel his excitement like rippling waves around her.
"I think you'll need some rest if indeed you have to leave this evening." Amidala said turning to Panaka.
"Yes!" Your majesty Panaka replied.
"This evening! Master but isn't that too soon!" Anakin exclaimed his face falling, but it was obvious he was delighted that this distraction would soon be out of the way.
Obi-Wan raised his brow, "are you sure? Anakin!" I mean if it means so much to you we could spend a few more days here, couldn't we captain?" Panaka nodded in agreement; "sure, what's the rush." He said stone-faced.
"Well… hmmm… On the other hand I really think you should get those modifications back to Sorenson as soon as possible so that by the time I get there we can deal with the electro-biosystem right away."
Obi-wan smiled, "Are you sure, Boy, you aren't getting rid of us."
"Anakin's face flushed, "No! Master I..." His master knew him too well.
Amidala giggled at his discomfort from where she stood near the balcony.
Obi-wan stood suddenly,
"I guess we could do with some rest," he said standing up. Giving Anakin a meaningful look, he punched him on the shoulder as he walked out followed by Panaka.
"Phew!" Anakin breathed, "I thought they'd never leave!"
"I heard that! Padawan!" Obi's voice said in his head.
Anakin shut his eyes and slapped his head. He had to be more careful in shielding his thoughts.
He walked over to Padmé and wrapped his arms around her from behind. Kissing her and whispering sweet nothing in her ears, she giggled and pushed him away-his voice was tickling her.
She walked over to the table and retrieved two glasses of juice. Anakin slumped back on the sofa, stretching his legs on the table he looked out at the beautiful sunny day outside. Amidala came back and handed him a glass; Anakin grabbed the glass with one hand and her arm with the other pulling her into his lap.
They finished the juice, feeding it to each other and spilling most of it on their clothes. Anakin wrapped his arms around her and pressing her tight against him sighing contentedly as he inhaled her scent.
Amidala too sighed as she curled into a ball and cuddled in his arms.
However, he was more interested in the beautifully intent look that adorned Padmé's face as she sat there at one end of the sofa studying the holo.
Obi-Wan sat at the dining table but Anakin walked over to his wife and perched himself on the armrest behind her, his form towering over her. He leaned back stretching out his arm along the backrest, so that if the Queen leaned back she would be practically in his arms.
Panaka coughed and gave him a sharp look. Anakin ignored it as he took in Padmé's sweet perfume. He craned his neck over her shoulder apparently to have a look at the projected map but his eyes wondered down to the low cut neck of the Queen's bodice. Anakin feasted his eyes hungrily on the wonderful view he had of her soft, creamy bosoms.
Padmé while discussing the various aspect of the layout of the fortifications pulled up her scarf over her neckline several times, only to have it slide low repeatedly until she had to hold her hand on it. She felt a tug, as though the scarf had a life of its own, suddenly she whirled around angrily only to find Anakin examining the ceiling and whistling away coolly.
"Could you please…" She indicated the armchair with her hand. "You are distracting me."
"Who me?" Anakin said in a surprised tone, "Why I was only…"
"Please," She said sweetly," But gave him a stern look, which the two men couldn't see as she had her back to them.
By the look on her face, Anakin knew he had overstepped it. Giving her a gracious smile, he meekly slid into the nearest armchair.
The meeting between security chief and Queen seemed to drag on and on, Anakin huffed and puffed and walked in circles till he wore holes into the carpet, he looked out the window, then sat with his master at the table, impatiently tapping the thick wood till Kenobi had to slap his knuckles and make him stop.
At last Panaka stood, Anakin's face brightened visibly.
"What about Skywalker?" He said as he gathered his stuff. The Queen glared at him. He apologized wondering how he should address the Queen's consort. This was a unique situation, all the consorts of queens before had some or the other title either prince, king or count.
Anakin saved him, "Just called me Anakin," Panaka gave him a vain smile
"Yes sir!" He said.
"Just Anakin," Anakin repeated the Captain nodded.
Then the Captain turned to Anakin. "We need you at the base, the engineers at FP have been holding the project on hold. They have been experiencing problems with the hydraulics system." He began to lay out plans of the project and handed Anakin a datapad. The young Jedi grimaced at the unexpected request, he was anxious to have the Captain and his master out so he could spend some time alone with his wife.
His brows furrowed, Anakin thumbed through the data rapidly. Then he smiled triumphantly.
"There's nothing there that I can't remedy from here." Taking out his own datapad, he made some notes.
"The problem is not with the hydraulics but with the pressurizing system that supports it, which gets over heated because of the fuel pumps just above…here," he reached out and pointed to a spot on the plan.
"Well! So how do you assume we remedy that? Moving the pumps away would require a major design change, which could cause major delays. And delays are something we can't afford."
"Lungten insulation!" Anakin blurted, just a thin film will do the job. I have calculated the exact percentage, give or take 0.0002 tps. It's all in here." Anakin said handing the datapad back.
Panaka was impressed though a bit skeptical. Some of Naboo's greatest engineers had been racking their brains the past several days for the solution to this problem and it took this boy hardly a quarter of an hour to solve.
"Are you sure? He asked."
"Positive," Anakin said with a rather smug smile. "In light of chief Sorenson's report this can be the only solution."
"Well I guess then you can stay here for some days." Panaka had just a hint of a smile as he took the datapad.
Anakin's smiled spread as his eyes sought the Queen's. Amidala pretended to be looking out, though she could feel his excitement like rippling waves around her.
"I think you'll need some rest if indeed you have to leave this evening." Amidala said turning to Panaka.
"Yes!" Your majesty Panaka replied.
"This evening! Master but isn't that too soon!" Anakin exclaimed his face falling, but it was obvious he was delighted that this distraction would soon be out of the way.
Obi-Wan raised his brow, "are you sure? Anakin!" I mean if it means so much to you we could spend a few more days here, couldn't we captain?" Panaka nodded in agreement; "sure, what's the rush." He said stone-faced.
"Well… hmmm… On the other hand I really think you should get those modifications back to Sorenson as soon as possible so that by the time I get there we can deal with the electro-biosystem right away."
Obi-wan smiled, "Are you sure, Boy, you aren't getting rid of us."
"Anakin's face flushed, "No! Master I..." His master knew him too well.
Amidala giggled at his discomfort from where she stood near the balcony.
Obi-wan stood suddenly,
"I guess we could do with some rest," he said standing up. Giving Anakin a meaningful look, he punched him on the shoulder as he walked out followed by Panaka.
"Phew!" Anakin breathed, "I thought they'd never leave!"
"I heard that! Padawan!" Obi's voice said in his head.
Anakin shut his eyes and slapped his head. He had to be more careful in shielding his thoughts.
He walked over to Padmé and wrapped his arms around her from behind. Kissing her and whispering sweet nothing in her ears, she giggled and pushed him away-his voice was tickling her.
She walked over to the table and retrieved two glasses of juice. Anakin slumped back on the sofa, stretching his legs on the table he looked out at the beautiful sunny day outside. Amidala came back and handed him a glass; Anakin grabbed the glass with one hand and her arm with the other pulling her into his lap.
They finished the juice, feeding it to each other and spilling most of it on their clothes. Anakin wrapped his arms around her and pressing her tight against him sighing contentedly as he inhaled her scent.
Amidala too sighed as she curled into a ball and cuddled in his arms.