Padmé can't hold her liquor. Modern day AU.

Padmé hiccuped and stumbled to the door at the end of the hall. Normally, she would've had trouble finding her way in such a large building, but since she frequently visited this place, it wasn't too difficult to navigate.

Soft chuckles left her lips as she shuffled down the hall. It was lucky for her that no one was around to see her in such a state. Not that she would've cared. There was only one man she came here to see.

When she came to her destination, she leaned forward and knocked on the wood. Seconds passed and she hummed to herself, waiting patiently for an answer. She had no idea how much time had passed - not that she would've known because she was hammered - before the door opened.

Bright led lights from the apartment hit Padmé in the face and she squealed. She then tripped over her own feet and fell forward, but was immediately caught in a warm embrace. She looked up and a grin spread across her face.

"Obi-Wan. Sorry for dropping in." With that, she began to giggle shamelessly as she pressed her face into his shirt.

She wiggled, but was clearly unable to stand without danger of keeling over, so Obi-Wan scooped her up in his arms, locked the front door and took her to his bedroom. This wasn't the first time Padmé had shown up at his apartment drunk after a night with her girlfriends.

"What on earth have you been drinking?" His tone was full of disappointment and he sniffed her breath, crinkling his nose in disgust at the smell. "Oh! There's no mistaking that stench. Have you been drinking with Cordé and Sabé again?"

"Don't be such a downer. We were just having some fun girl times." Padmé moaned when he placed her on his soft mattress. "Have I ever told you how much I looove your bed? Pillow tops are a blessing to the human body." She lie down on the bed and giggled.

"Yes. Countless times," came his retort. Obi-Wan rolled his eyes and proceeded to remove her shoes. Once those were off, her set them at the foot of his bed and took the umbrella out of her hair. "I really don't understand why you and your friends insist on playing those foolish drinking games. You know you can't hold your liquor."

"True, but the buzz is a great benefit from it." She winked.

"Oh, sure. It's all innocent fun until you wind up puking your guts out." The man griped and he pulled the comforter up around her shoulders. "You need to know when to cut yourself off, Pad." He tried his best to sound stern, but the way Padmé looked at him made it hard to accomplish.

Padmé's eyes bore into his, sleepiness and desire in her gaze. She reached for him. "I have been thoroughly chastened. Now, come to bed."

He muttered under his breath, but he joined her and took her in his arms. His hands cupped her chin and she rubbed her cheek against his touch. Gently, he pressed his lips to her forehead. "You should go to sleep."

"Mm-mm, I don't wanna." She protested, but the heaviness of her eyelids and the tiredness in her limbs was impossible to ignore. In less than a minute, she was unconscious and snoring softly.

Obi-Wan chuckled in spite of himself, shook his head and turned off the lamp on his nightstand. Padmé would have a hangover in the morning, but he'd be right by her side with a cup of coffee, water and a couple of aspirin. It was the least he could do for his girlfriend.