SW Drabble(-ish): Rude Awakening (A/P)
Title: Rude Awakening
Characters: Padmé Amidala, Anakin Skywalker
Timeframe: TCW missing moment
Length: ~200 words
Rating: PG
Summary: Simple, plotless pre-smut. Nothing more, nothing less.
Notes: Belated Christmas present to my fellow A/P fans! Also, a test - to see if I could do anything shorter than 1-2,000 words. Success! ;)
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"No, Ani," she mumbled, nuzzling her face further into the pillow, away from the sun.
So. She was going to force him to resort to aggressive negotiations this time. He could certainly accept that. Glad she couldn't see the ridiculous grin on his face, he slunk back under the sheets.
A few moments later, he was rewarded with something between a gasp and a squeal, and a surprisingly sharp slap on his flesh hand. He stopped tickling her, but smirked broadly as he propped himself above her prone form.
"If you insist on spending the day in bed," he breathed in her ear, "then let me - "
The rest of his sentence - and breath - escaped in a whoof as Padmé locked her fingers behind his head and pulled her to him, meeting his mouth with hers in a hungry, open-mouthed, very much awake kiss.
Padmé quickly took advantage of Anakin's surprise, locking her leg around one of his and rolling him beneath her. She stood herself on her forearms, one on either side of his head, just high enough to allow her to graze her bare torso - and other, more intimate places - against his own.
"If you're going to insist on rudely awakening me," she murmured, taking his earlobe between her teeth - a low growl came from his throat - "then you're going to pay dearly, Master Jedi."
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Characters: Padmé Amidala, Anakin Skywalker
Timeframe: TCW missing moment
Length: ~200 words
Rating: PG
Summary: Simple, plotless pre-smut. Nothing more, nothing less.
Notes: Belated Christmas present to my fellow A/P fans! Also, a test - to see if I could do anything shorter than 1-2,000 words. Success! ;)
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"No, Ani," she mumbled, nuzzling her face further into the pillow, away from the sun.
So. She was going to force him to resort to aggressive negotiations this time. He could certainly accept that. Glad she couldn't see the ridiculous grin on his face, he slunk back under the sheets.
A few moments later, he was rewarded with something between a gasp and a squeal, and a surprisingly sharp slap on his flesh hand. He stopped tickling her, but smirked broadly as he propped himself above her prone form.
"If you insist on spending the day in bed," he breathed in her ear, "then let me - "
The rest of his sentence - and breath - escaped in a whoof as Padmé locked her fingers behind his head and pulled her to him, meeting his mouth with hers in a hungry, open-mouthed, very much awake kiss.
Padmé quickly took advantage of Anakin's surprise, locking her leg around one of his and rolling him beneath her. She stood herself on her forearms, one on either side of his head, just high enough to allow her to graze her bare torso - and other, more intimate places - against his own.
"If you're going to insist on rudely awakening me," she murmured, taking his earlobe between her teeth - a low growl came from his throat - "then you're going to pay dearly, Master Jedi."
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