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23 May 2011 @ 10:53 pm
Fic: ‘Dre—thinking interrupted.’  
Title: Dre—thinking interrupted.
Fandom: Star Wars
Rating: (PG)
Time Period: Between AotC and RotS.
Summary: While working, her mind wanders.

Author's Note: This is quick ‘n’ dirty (for definition see the F. A. Q.).

Away from where he is was a story that popped into mind one night for no particular reason! Then, my curiosity was woken by someone wondering what Padmé, wherever she was, was thinking.

And this thought persisted until Coruscant, an office and a massage appeared, along with requisite interruption!

All characters contained herein are the intellectual property of Lucas; I am not affiliated with nor endorsed by him.


Sitting at her desk in the Senate building, she glances out the window more than she reads the flimsies on her desk or look at the datapad demanding her attention. Threepio stands in the corner, powered down; a motionless, silent spectator.

She should be focusing, she knows, on the motion regarding the Bill about ... about ...

Even in her thoughts, she cannot focus on the matter at hand. So she fully swivels the chair to face the window overlooking Coruscant’s traffic. On a day like this, with the sky clear and blue, she’d be swimming on Naboo, relishing the splash of cool water against her skin. Just as hands had roamed over her skin, feathering along the lie of her shoulders, tracing her jaw.

Shaking her head, she frowns at herself in the window and turns back to the desk. She should be looking over the documents Bail had given her. Threepio should be activated, reminding her of her duties.

She leans forward, her hands massaging her temples as she does. Her elbows rest atop flimsies of petitions and the finer details of the proposed motion and, pushing them aside, she rests her forehead on a nest of crossed arms. She closes her eyes and sighs, relieved, that she’s not trying to think about the motion and what actions she shall take regarding it.

Hands rub her shoulders and she sighs again; relief and pleasure mingled. Knotted muscles are soothes. Her head turns and lips drift along the curve of her cheek to hers, meeting in a union of passion and greed. Her arms slip around his neck as she pulls him closer. His hands rest on her hips, sliding around into a fuller embrace.

“Senator?” Her shoulder is shaken, gently. “Senator Amidala?”

With a faint groan, her eyes open and meet the concerned gaze of her Handmaiden. “What is it?”

“Senator Organa is here, m’lady. He requests an audience.”

She nods and sits up more fully. “Show him in.”

“At once, m’lady.”

Why, she asks herself silently, do visitors come when you’re dre—thinking of something other than what you’re supposed to be doing?
ansketil_rose on May 24th, 2011 04:11 pm (UTC)
Aw. That was so poignant and sweet. :)
F. J.: Lantern & Candles: Warmmorethanacandle on May 24th, 2011 04:13 pm (UTC)
Thank you!
noobianrose: O/P Naboonoobianrose on May 24th, 2011 08:58 pm (UTC)
Aw. Poor Padme. So much stress . . . she really needs a good Kenobi-massage, methinks. Lol. Glad you took this on. It was a great piece. I also kind liked how it could be read many ways. How she could have been thinking about anyone . . . though we all know the truth. ;)
F. J.: Lanterns: Warmmorethanacandle on May 25th, 2011 05:36 am (UTC)
Glad you took this on. It was a great piece.
It was due to your wondering that this was written.

And, thank you! I quite liked the ambiguity of it!

Edited at 2011-05-25 05:51 am (UTC)
Armchair DM: Igor: Joy! Joy! Joy! Joy!armchairdm on May 25th, 2011 07:41 am (UTC)
OOh. I like it. Nice um... thinking on Padme's part.
F. J.: Three candlesmorethanacandle on May 25th, 2011 09:18 am (UTC)
Who hasn't done that kind of thing when stressed and busy at work, from time to time?