Inspired by All I Want for Christmas is You.
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Padmé Amidala didn't really want a lot for Christmas – Life Day – whatever the celebration was called. There was a variety of named for the day, but the concept was always the same. If one was a good little boy or girl, he or she would get nice gifts underneath the tree in the morning. As a little girl, Padmé already knew that the myth was just that – a myth. The gifts were really left behind by her parents, not by some mystical being that can travel the galaxies within one night.
But even then, Padmé secretly hoped that maybe, there was someone who could bring her whatever she really needed and wanted if she was good enough. Padmé knew those thoughts were a bit silly – but then again, she was nothing but a child and really, what is a child without his or her imagination and innocence?
So tonight, as Padmé wrote up the last of her speech, thought, it's the day before Christmas. She stared at the screen, though her eyes didn't read the words. She could hear the sounds of shrieking, gleeful children and families in speeders from out her window. A pang of longing shot through her heart – in different circumstances, maybe her own husband would be here to accompany her.
But not tonight.
Or tomorrow night, definitely.
Dear whoever's listening, Padmé thought humorlessly to herself, forcing out a few more words on the screen. Do you think it's possible to bring Anakin home to me for Christmas? That'd be a nice present. A small, sad smile twitching at the corner of her lips, she thought, I've been a good person all year. At least, I would hope so.
Padmé let out a soft, incredulous giggle, shaking her head to herself. The excitement over the time of year was beginning to get to her. She better get back to work.
xXx
"Boo."
Padmé flinched, her eyes opening at the sudden sound. She blinked a few times, trying to get the sleep out of her eyes – and then quickly pushed herself into a seated position on her bed, already prepared to attack the intruder. However, before Padmé could bother reaching for a weapon – or try to pummel the person – the sight of Anakin Skywalker slowly grew sharper in her vision.
"Anakin!" Padmé gasped, throwing the covers off her bed. A wide smile spreading across her face, she flung her arms around the man's neck, causing him to laugh into her shoulders. "Nice way to react," Anakin said, a smile evident in his voice. Padmé rolled her eyes. "Well, you certainly had a nice way of greeting me," she replied lightly. "I thought you were away?"
"I was," Anakin said, pulling away gently. "But you know – cut it short quickly. I was lucky."
Padmé smiled up at Anakin and lowering her hand into his, replied, "Seems so."
Looks like I got my wish.
A/N - 'Cause I dunno - I guess I thought of this song and began writing this? XD
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