Warning: minor sexual situation ahead.
Anakin woke up from the most peaceful sleep he ever had. A smile formed on his lips as he thought about the previous night and wondered if Obi-Wan would've let him even go to Naboo if he knew what activities he got up to - which would be hypocritical considering his relationship with the Duchess of Mandalore.
A slender arm suddenly draped around his torso and his smile widened as he looked at the brown-haired beauty laying next to him.
"Hey," she said with a smile.
"Hey," he replied as he stared into her beautiful brown eyes.
"What are you thinking about?"
"Just what Obi-Wan would think if he knew what we were doing."
Her nose scrunched, something he always thought was cute. "And here I thought you were thinking about us."
Anakin chuckled and rested his hand on her arm, relishing in the softness of her skin. "I was going to get to that before you interrupted me."
Padmé smiled again as she moved closer to rest her chin his chest, pressing their naked bodies together. Anakin wrapped his other arm around her while his hand stayed on her arm.
"Y'know, last night I'm pretty sure you demanded me to put a baby in you," he teased.
Her face reddened and she buried it into his chest. "It was the heat of the moment," she mumbled.
He chuckled again. "I'm not opposed to it, Angel." She glanced up at him. "I was turned on actually," - it was his turn to blush as she smirked at him - "I didn't expect that."
Padmé lifted her head with a frown. "Did you not want kids?"
"No, I did - I do. I just... didn't expect you to ask me so soon, and I didn't expect the effect it had when you demanded it."
She smirked and leaned up to his ear. "Put a baby in me," she whispered seductively.
His breath hitched as he felt his manhood react to her seductive voice. "Little minx," he growled making her giggling - a sound that was music to his ears.
She pulled back and moved so she was laying on top of him. Anakin wrapped his arms around her small frame.
"What do you want?" He asked. "A boy or a girl?"
"I don't think you can control what the gender is, Ani."
"I'm just curious."
Padmé smiled. "A boy."
"A boy? You don't want a girl?"
"I'd love our child either way, but... I've been surrounded by girls my entire life - I'd like to have a boy." She gazed lovingly at him and moved her hands hold his face. "Plus, I'd have another jolly sailor bold, just like his father."
Anakin shook his head. "He'd be like his mother."
"You seem so sure of yourself, Captain Skywalker."
They way she used his formal title made him harden more.
"I just know he'd be a moma's boy." Anakin pushed some of her hair out of her face and behind her ear. "He would be my son after all, and he'd be drawn to you like I am."
Padmé smiled as she leaned down and captured his lips in a soft kiss. He deepened the kiss as moved his hands down to grip her thighs before switching their positions.
He pulled away long enough to say. "Let's try for a boy then."
Vader was brought out of his reminiscing by a knock on his door. He put down the portrait in his hand and took a deep breath to control his anger at being interrupted, reminding himself he had asked his men to only interrupt if they had important information. He stood and approached the door, opening it to see Captain Piett.
"My Lord," Piett greeted. "We got word from our men monitoring the Tantive that a ship matching the description of the Falcon stopped to board the vessel."
Luke...
"Tell them to not let the ship leave, but don't destroy it," Vader ordered. "Take the crew prisoner."
Piett bowed. "Yes, My Lord."
Vader closed the door and let out a shaky breath as he ran a hand through his hair. He had to get his son back. He had to get him before the Emperor found him.
The Falcon crew had managed to get a good amount of supplies off the Tantive - Cody was still uneasy about the whole thing, saying that it didn't make sense for the ship to have been left unscathed. Their storage was now fully stocked with food, water, and ale, but with the weight of the storage, they had to choose carefully what treasures they could bring aboard, which meant cutting down on the amount of gold.
Luke was sent to search the other cabins, which didn't have much in them. He eventually found a door that had some fancy carving in it and figured someone important had stayed there. When he opened the door, he quickly realized that it had been the princess's. The orange cat that he had found - and had yet to name - scurried in and immediately went to a bed in a corner.
He entered as he looked around, wondering if he should inform the others about the room - the princess had sent for help, it would be rude to steal her things. He spotted her vanity and approached it to look at the jewelry strewn about, trying to spot anything that might have held sentimental value so he could return it to her.
He clutched his mother's necklace. "She wouldn't leave anything of sentiment just laying out," he told himself.
Luke turned, his eyes gazing around the room until they landed on a box sitting on the desk in front of the windows looking out into the ocean. He went over to the desk and picked up the box to study it. It wasn't anything too fancy - truth be told, a thief would completely ignore it. It was just a simple brown box with a lock that required a key... which meant it held Leia's most important possession. But just to confirm his suspicions, Luke looked around for a key in the drawers of the desk. He found it - it was unmistakable - a small bronze key that looked like a perfect fit for the box.
He gingerly unlocked the box and opened the lid as if it were made of glass. The first thing he saw was a small portrait of a beautiful woman with dark hair and eyes - she looked regal, like a queen - there was also a ring, what looked to be a folded letter, a blue ribbon, and a strange rock he had never seen before. But that was only the objects on top and he wasn't going to dig through Leia's belongings. His suspicions had been confirmed, so he closed the lid and locked the box then pocketed the key.
"We're here looking for gold," Luke whispered. "But this box holds the greatest treasure on the ship."
But knowing he could get in trouble for not finding anything worth anything, Luke gazed around the room once more and his eyes landed on an expensive looking trunk. He approached and opened it, seeing fancy looking dress and some shoes.
This should do, he thought.
He placed the sentimental box in the trunk then looked back at the vanity with the jewelry strewn everywhere; he went over and gathered the jewelry into the jewelry box then placed it in the trunk. He closed the lid and stood, wondering if he should ask for help with moving the trunk, then decided he should try doing it himself first.
Luke grabbed the handles on the sides of the trunk and took a deep breath as he braced himself. He picked up the trunk, startled by how light it was - he could've sworn these things were really heavy. Deciding not to question it further, Luke walked out with the "treasure" he found.
"Come on, Kitty!" He called - he really needed to find a better name than just 'kitty' or 'cat.' The orange cat left his bed and followed his new human.
Ben gave him an odd look when he boarded the Falcon, but didn't say anything about the trunk as his eyes drifted to the cat trailing behind him.
"New friend?" He asked.
Luke nodded. "Found him alone in the storage room."
Chewie spotted the new creature and immediately bounded over to say hi. The cat, however, was not too fond of a big energetic dog sniffing him and hissed.
Artoo suddenly swooped down and landed next to the cat. "Threepio! Threepio!" The cat swatted at the bird as if annoyed and Artoo flew into the air, just above the cat's reach. "Grouchy!" He squawked. "Grouchy!"
"I guess his name is Threepio," Luke said.
"He must've belonged to the princess," Ben added.
Luke nodded before heading down to storage where everything else went. He found where the treasure was organized and placed the trunk there and lifted the lid to take out the sentimental box; he went to the crew's quarters to put it with his things so he could give it back to the princess when he saw her.
There was a sudden explosion followed by the ship rocking. Luke quickly ran to the upper deck to see Han and Lando rushing onto the Falcon before Cody pulled back the plank connecting the two ships; Ben was already working on adjusting the sails.
"Of course the Imperials would use a Separatist trap," he heard Cody say.
Luke sprang into action and ran to help Ben with the sails - he noticed the old sailor doing something completely different than what Han had taught him and followed along.
"You're doing that wrong!" Han yelled.
"Doing it this way will make the ship go faster!" Ben replied.
"We don't have time to argue!" Lando said, then turned to Cody. "Help me with the cannons."
Cody nodded and went with Lando to the lower deck - Han decided to drop the forming argument with Ben and ran to the helm to steer the ship. Luke helped Ben as he continuously glanced at the Imperial ship on the other side of the Tantive. Was this a common tactic the Empire used? Letting rich ships drift until someone came along to scavenge? He had to admit it was an incredibly smart tactic, taking advantage of people's greed or desperation - but it was such a dirty tactic.
The Imperial ship shot another cannonball at them and missed. Luke stopped in his tracks and stared at the ship. The Imperial Navy was known for their accuracy - they could take down ships easy, and hardly had to break a sweat while doing it - so why did they miss?
His hand clutched his mother's necklace. Could it be?...
The Falcon retaliated and Luke willed for their cannon to hit its target. It hit. He stood there as shocked as he was sure the Imperials on board were.
He looked down at his mother's necklace, specifically at the symbol that meant protection, the reason why they were in the clear now. It had to be true. There was no other way to explain their easy victory. Unless... they just got lucky and the ones manning this particular Imperial ship happened to be morons.