Cheatin' Heart ~ Prompt #094
Title: Cheatin' Heart
Fandom: Star Wars
Characters: Obi-Wan, Padme, Anakin
Prompt: Independence
Word Count: 484 (not including song lyrics)
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Never, ever piss a Senator off.
Author's Notes: I rarely do song-fics. So I'm allowed. Song is sung by the lovely Miss Carrie Underwood and can be found on her album Some Hearts, track #7. It can be purchased HERE [/shameless plug]
I'm not profiting off of this, so please, no suing.
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Right now he's probably slow dancing with a bleached-blond tramp, and she's probably getting frisky...
Right now, he's probably buying her some fruity little drink cause she can't shoot whiskey...
Right now, he's probably up behind her with a pool-stick, showing her how to shoot a combo...
And he don't know...
"I couldn't believe it. I have seen it and it's still unfathomable. If Sabe and I had not decided to sneak out undercover for some fun, I would have missed it all together, and would have lived in ignorance for a long time. But now that I know, it's painfully obvious."
A Pause. A slight shift as a hand reaches out to take a drink of champagne. A bit of water sloshes out of the tub and onto the floor.
"Anakin's cheating on me. He was in the Outlander last night. Sabe saw him outside and she poked me in the ribs. Before I could call out to him, though, he had turned to his companion. She looked really, really..." She fights for the word. "Trampy. A tart. I mean, who cheats on a Senator with a tramp? I expected better from him." Before any interjection can be made, "Not that I expected him to cheat, or condone it, really, but honestly. Aren't you supposed to cheat with someone who's technically better than your significant other?"
She ignores the snort of amusement from her companion. "It makes no sense! I mean, if she had been another Senator, or even a Jedi or...or something classy, I'd be willing to overlook it for the time being, you know, indulge him a little? But...ugh.”
Right now, she's probably up singing some white-trash version of Shania karoke..
Right now, she's probably saying "I'm drunk" and he's a thinking that he's gonna get lucky,
Right now, he's probably dabbing on 3 dollars worth of that bathroom Polo...
And he don't know...
"I had to follow them inside. Just to see. How very masochistic of me, I know. And, oh Force. Do you know what she ordered? A virgin Tatooine Sunrise! Virgin. He ordered his customary Corellian whiskey, and tried to get her to have a sip. She took it, all right, but it damn near killed her. I swear we watched them, and she drank a lot, but none had the alcohol content that that one sip of whiskey had. After about ten minutes, she was very loose. Loose enough to get up and make a fool of herself on stage when they opened it up to the general public. I've seen better dancers in my life, but even the trashiest Twi'lek dancer is better than her!"
A gulp of air, and a moment to collect thoughts. The bubbles skimming the water crackle in the silence. She leans against the naked body behind her.
"Seriously, who gets drunk on a mouthful of whiskey? I bet Anakin loved that one. I had to drag Sabe out of there as Anakin disappeared into the 'fresher. Probably went to make himself more appealing to his...companion."
Finally, the appalled silence was long enough for her companion to get a word in. Obi-Wan moved a bit, careful not to let more water fall over the edge.
He ran his hands up and down her sides before kneaded Padme's shoulders, using the soap-slick water to ease the friction. "So what did you do?" he whispered in her ear.
She smiled, closed her eyes, and leaned her head back against him. "You know that speeder he's so fond of?"
"...Yes."
"Well, let me tell you..."
I dug my key into the side of his pretty little suped up 4 wheel drive,
carved my name into his leather seat,
I took a Louisville slugger to both head lights,
slashed a hole in all 4 tires.
And maybe next time he'll think before he cheats.
Fandom: Star Wars
Characters: Obi-Wan, Padme, Anakin
Prompt: Independence
Word Count: 484 (not including song lyrics)
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Never, ever piss a Senator off.
Author's Notes: I rarely do song-fics. So I'm allowed. Song is sung by the lovely Miss Carrie Underwood and can be found on her album Some Hearts, track #7. It can be purchased HERE [/shameless plug]
I'm not profiting off of this, so please, no suing.
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Right now he's probably slow dancing with a bleached-blond tramp, and she's probably getting frisky...
Right now, he's probably buying her some fruity little drink cause she can't shoot whiskey...
Right now, he's probably up behind her with a pool-stick, showing her how to shoot a combo...
And he don't know...
"I couldn't believe it. I have seen it and it's still unfathomable. If Sabe and I had not decided to sneak out undercover for some fun, I would have missed it all together, and would have lived in ignorance for a long time. But now that I know, it's painfully obvious."
A Pause. A slight shift as a hand reaches out to take a drink of champagne. A bit of water sloshes out of the tub and onto the floor.
"Anakin's cheating on me. He was in the Outlander last night. Sabe saw him outside and she poked me in the ribs. Before I could call out to him, though, he had turned to his companion. She looked really, really..." She fights for the word. "Trampy. A tart. I mean, who cheats on a Senator with a tramp? I expected better from him." Before any interjection can be made, "Not that I expected him to cheat, or condone it, really, but honestly. Aren't you supposed to cheat with someone who's technically better than your significant other?"
She ignores the snort of amusement from her companion. "It makes no sense! I mean, if she had been another Senator, or even a Jedi or...or something classy, I'd be willing to overlook it for the time being, you know, indulge him a little? But...ugh.”
Right now, she's probably up singing some white-trash version of Shania karoke..
Right now, she's probably saying "I'm drunk" and he's a thinking that he's gonna get lucky,
Right now, he's probably dabbing on 3 dollars worth of that bathroom Polo...
And he don't know...
"I had to follow them inside. Just to see. How very masochistic of me, I know. And, oh Force. Do you know what she ordered? A virgin Tatooine Sunrise! Virgin. He ordered his customary Corellian whiskey, and tried to get her to have a sip. She took it, all right, but it damn near killed her. I swear we watched them, and she drank a lot, but none had the alcohol content that that one sip of whiskey had. After about ten minutes, she was very loose. Loose enough to get up and make a fool of herself on stage when they opened it up to the general public. I've seen better dancers in my life, but even the trashiest Twi'lek dancer is better than her!"
A gulp of air, and a moment to collect thoughts. The bubbles skimming the water crackle in the silence. She leans against the naked body behind her.
"Seriously, who gets drunk on a mouthful of whiskey? I bet Anakin loved that one. I had to drag Sabe out of there as Anakin disappeared into the 'fresher. Probably went to make himself more appealing to his...companion."
Finally, the appalled silence was long enough for her companion to get a word in. Obi-Wan moved a bit, careful not to let more water fall over the edge.
He ran his hands up and down her sides before kneaded Padme's shoulders, using the soap-slick water to ease the friction. "So what did you do?" he whispered in her ear.
She smiled, closed her eyes, and leaned her head back against him. "You know that speeder he's so fond of?"
"...Yes."
"Well, let me tell you..."
I dug my key into the side of his pretty little suped up 4 wheel drive,
carved my name into his leather seat,
I took a Louisville slugger to both head lights,
slashed a hole in all 4 tires.
And maybe next time he'll think before he cheats.