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II
The morning of that same day, Padmé was restless.
She sat at her large and luxurious marble desk with an intricate design made by the best artisans the sophisticated Naboo culture had to offer while trying to write a response to accusations directed to the Queen of being too soft on the separatists and even sympathizing with them, stopping just short of directly accusing her and the planet of treason to the republic.
But she couldn't find the words, something that rarely happened to such an eloquent woman as herself, she could say that she just didn't feel like dealing with warmonger's bantashit on top of doing her best to stop the unnecessary bloodshed, but the it came with the territory, if you couldn't shovel your way thought it, get up, dust yourself and act like nothing happened then you just weren't cut out for the job.
Truth is the pressure was once again bottling up inside her petite body.
She didn't drink too much, smoke, did any drugs or overindulge in food like many other senators did so she had only one thing left to find release, and right now that thing was more likely than not lightyears away from her, risking his precious existence in some gods forsaken planet, for where else could she find someone like him?
She was needy, and she didn't like being so, usually she was completely collected and in control of herself, she just wished she could have him, get it over and carry on with her duties until the next time she needed him.
She grab the decorated porcelain cup she had right beside her expensive computer and went to take a sip of her strong black caf when a memory assaulted her, not too long ago she lay on this very desk naked and screaming like a space banshee while Anakin pounded her ass into submission from behind, she saw her reflection on the large windows, her cheeks blushed, her hair messy, her lips swollen, a little string of saliva and precum running from the bottom one, left over from when she had suckled him off right before, and then she came so hard when she noticed the intense look on his eyes, the face of passion he made while he took her in the most possessive of manners.
Padmé felt goosebumps on her pale and slim arms, and a comfortable warm wetness between her thigs, she stopped herself from drinking anymore caf, it certainly wasn't helping her calm her nerves.
She passed her delicate and well manicure index finger over the desk like she was trying to scrap out any residual pleasure it might have had accumulated on the Naboo flowers that were carved in the marble.
She decided she better comm Dormé, she pressed the button on her desk and said to the microphone "Dormé, darling, could you please bring me some green tea? This caf got me too excited".
"Yes, senator, I'll be right there" answered Dormé right away.
She rose from her chair and took a walk around her large home office while she waited for her handmaiden to arrive with her tea.
Looking through the window she couldn't even see the busy streets down there, just endless lines of ships one behind the other going in all directions like an endless spider's web surrounded the building.
She trough she should ask the Queen for a short leave, she did had some vacation time accumulated and it would be good for her to get away from that ominous mega metropolis and clear her mind at her home in Theed where she could actually breath some fresh air made by the trees instead of that stale reclicated gas that the machinery miles under the planet surface pumped out to the city, it seems as if once you have it all you realized that the little things in life are the ones that matter the most.
Plus, she could spend some time with her family and her nieces, children aged so quickly, before anyone knew it they would be grownups making their own lives and way too busy to spend any time with their auntie Padmé.
But before she could even think of taking personal time, she needed to do her job and disarm the accusations of leniency towards the separatist on behalf of the Queen, and she needed to deal with her personal problems too, namely, find Anakin and fuck the force out of him.
Dormé entered the office thought the big doors carrying a tray and interrupted her musings.
"Here it is your tea, m'lady" said the handmaiden putting the caf cup on the tray and leaving in its place a white teacup on a saucer both with gilded borders and the Naboo royal insignia on the center.
"Thank you, Dormé" said Padmé without turning to see her.
Dormé lay the tray on the desk, shorten the gap between them, put a hand over Padmé's shoulder and ask her in a concerned tone "Are you all right, m'lady?".
When the two women were alone they forgot all about the stiff Naboo protocol painfully ingrained in them by all those years they spend in the royal academy and acted more like friends, Padmé supposed that after all these time working side by side Dormé had become her best friend and she put her trust in her just the same as she would in her sister.
"Yeah" said Padmé "It just that the caf got me all worked up"
"Are you sure it was the caf and not something else?" said Dormé with a smile of complicity.
"Maybe there's something else I want to have" answered Padmé matching the smile and letting a little laugh scape her lips.
"I got something here that might help you with that" said Dormé and produced a white envelope from an invisible pocket in her dress.
Padmé gave her a puzzled looked and opened the envelope, it was an invitation to a formal party way, way, downstairs where she lived, starting just at the end of the afternoon.
"I don't know, Dormé" said Padmé "I don't feel like going to a party and dealing with senators right now, I have enough of them in the senate".
"Well I heard that there's going to be two very special guests, and I could bet we both know who they are"
"Are you sure he's even on the planet?" said Padmé raising her beautiful eyebrows.
"A friend of mine that works in the kitchen downstairs told me so and I believe he's saying the truth" answered Dormé.
"Another friend?" said Padmé jokingly.
"You're not the only that likes to enjoy the good things in life, plus, he's cute and a good cook, if you know what I mean" said Dormé and both women laugh.
"Thank you for this, Dormé, you're a life saver" said Padmé and hug her friend "I'll finish what I was doing and go get ready".
"I'm going to go put out some dresses for you to wear then" said Dormé and left Padmé giddy with anticipation.
She returned to her desk, took out her expensive and fancy personal comm from the drawer and thought about calling Anakin, if he was going to go to a party right in her building then he must be at the Jedi academy or in a close by district, she could just pressed the preprogrammed button on the screen of her handy and thin device and have him come to her like just like she would order Naboo groceries from the 24 standard hour import store (it was funny that the numbers were right next to each other) and save herself the trouble of chasing him.
She decided against it and put her comm away, he would probably just not pick up the comm or send her a message mocking her, something like "New com, who dis?", he has been very buffoonish with her lately.
She didn't understand men and their mating schedules or rituals, Padmé used to just bat an eyelash towards him, just send him a message hinting that she might just be able to squeeze him in between meetings and he would drop anything and come running from the other side of the planet if he had to only to give her what she wanted.
Now he liked to play hard to get.
Why bother? The end result was always the same, him on her bed making deep grunts of pleasure while she bounced on his cock.
The truth was, she did enjoy somewhat the chase, the games he liked to play and his tender surrender at the end, they say that the chase is better than the catch, but with Anakin the catch was always slightly better.
With that trough she proceeded to work hard on the statement so she could finish it and have her schedule wide open for him.