Star Wars, Untitled Drabble
Prompt: For tpm100's "sex." Character: Padmé. Rating: Adult. Count: 100 Words.
Her guilt dissipated. Why hold onto it? Anakin's face often reddened when Obi-Wan entered the room, but Padmé had forgiven him for those silent confessions long ago. Besides, a woman's needs did not cease simply because her husband spent far too much time in the Outer Rim.
Padmé recognized this desire what it was. Slow-building but inevitable, it proved the old saying wrong. Familiarity doesn't always breed contempt. Sometimes it gives birth to something far greater. And gods! No mouth knew her body better than this.
In the dark, beneath her former decoy, Padmé threw back her head and moaned.
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tpm100's "sex."
