A/N: Apparently, I need to get more of these out of my system than previously realized. Like I said, I'm not going to question it. So here's another POV. Slightly borrows some running themes from madamealexandra's The Naberries and Rose-Arwen-Padme's Suppression, though I hardly think the idea of mussed hair arising from stolen moments is an original one. Just putting it out there in case any trolls or white knights are parading around and seem to think otherwise. ;D

This was super fun to "listen" to. Hopefully you enjoy reading it, as much as I did writing it.


Ellé & Moteé


Ellé: As a Naboo handmaiden, we learned how to apply Padmé's makeup and style her hair quickly and efficiently.

Moteé: When Anakin became a permanent part of the equation, we learned to be even faster.

Ellé: We traded complicated updos for demurer down-styles. Despite our arsenal of extra hairpins, Anakin made it his mission to unravel even the most secure of our designs. Eventually, we forfeited a battle we were never going to win.

Moteé: It was far easier to hide her salaciously tousled curls with a loose braid or casual twist.

Ellé: Do you remember how that relaxed trend took hold of Theed?!

Moteé: Oh, I do remember that! Hoods had been all the rage when she was Queen. Then, the more she wore her hair down…

Ellé: Or rather had it taken down for her…

Moteé: The more the younger girls and women wore theirs fully down too!

Ellé: Or half-up, half-down with soft, romantic curls – Anakin's favorite. My niece was so frustrated that her stick straight hair was incapable of holding a wave. I tried and tried for her, but I was never able to recreate the styles for her that we did for Padmé.

Moteé: All I can say is thank the goddesses, Anakin never knew what a far-reaching profound effect his rascal ways had on Naboo's general populace.

Ellé: It wouldn't have mattered had he ever found out. Nothing deterred him.

Moteé: Padmé tried to tell him off once. A lot of good that did us. She was laughing half-way through her scolding.

Ellé: Can you blame her though?

Moteé: No, not really. Whenever he turned on the charm… oh how we all were in trouble.

Ellé: Like the trouble we barely avoided during the Chancellor's Grand Gala…

Moteé: The first time?

Ellé: No, no the second!

Moteé: Ohhhhh, yessss. That one. When they disappeared for what, like, eight minutes?

Ellé: If that.

Moteé: And then here comes Padmé, her gown all disheveled and her skin flushed redder than the Scar of Remembrance… I was so angry at him. Her hair falling down in ruins and his barely tangled at all, grinning like a damn loth-cat that had cream for its dinner.

Ellé: Well, hadn't he?

Moteé: And he was so proud of himself…

Ellé: Truthfully, they both were; Padmé was just kind enough to show chagrin.

Moteé: But we had spent legitimate time on that particular updo!

Ellé: I know! My fingers are still numb from the endless twisting and pinning.

Moteé: And anyway, I was gearing myself up to lay into him, you know, finally let him have it, and then he smiled at me in that devil-may-care way of his…

Ellé: It was an infuriating talent of his, really. The way Anakin did that. Made it hopelessly impossible to stay upset with him.

Moteé: The only one who had immunity from that beguiling charm was Obi-Wan.

Ellé: No, I think even Master Kenobi was susceptible to it from time to time.

Moteé: Nevertheless, that smile worked on everyone. Padmé, most of all.

Ellé: Mmmmhmmm.

Moteé: And the way he just nudged my shoulder and said, "Nice work, ladies. I actually had my work cut out for me with that one."

Ellé: We knew it was hopeless after that.

Moteé: They were so, so hopeless.

Ellé: That, they were. But endlessly adorable too.

Moteé: Mmmm, that too… Anyway, we somehow made her presentable to society again and from then on, it was strike the intricate and lean into the casual.

Ellé: He did make that part of our job easier though. I'd have to admit that.

Moteé: I'm not admitting anything to him. Give Anakin any credit whatsoever, and he was incorrigible.

Ellé: Indeed.

….

Ellé: I should have left the lipstick prints on his neck that night.

Moteé: You should have. Really though, you should have.