@libertinedeath // padme naberrie.
she certainly hadn’t MEANT to find herself in his apartment. if her mother caught wind of this, she’d _never_hear the end of it. still, padmé wasn’t exactly in a big hurry to leave –––– they’d been caught in a downpour, and his place was closer, and her coat is soaking wet and drying near the window, and her shoes are airing out by the door, and he looks absolutely dashing with his hair damp and his smile wide and sheepish. the coffee mug in her hand is chipped, and the coffee is far stronger than she’s used to, but it’s hot, and it’swarming her hands the same way the faded blanket around her shoulders is warming her clammy skin, the same way his laugh is warming her insides. he’s sitting too close, but the line is blurry, and it’s been blurry for a while now, and her knee is resting against his, but she can’t seem to find the motivation to move it away, to cross her ankles like a lady and angle herself accordingly.
calloused fingertips brush the outside of her wrist, cupping her hands around her mug. laughter starts to fade between them, but** her smile remains** as he stutters over his words. ❝ detective skywalker,** ❞ padmé asks, eyes wide, brows raised gently. ❝ are you coming on to me _?_ **❞
padme naberrie. this was padme naberrie. he was currently working on HER case. his apartment was covered in the papers of her case. trying to find a way to solve it. and instead ; here he was, poistioned on the couch with his drenched coat hanging next to hers at the window, but his shoes were mid way across the living room. not quite reaching the door where padme’s shoes were sat. and not reaching the place were he kept the rest of them. now that he realized it. his apartment wasn’t exactly the cleanist and he was slyly hoping that she hadn’t noticed the mess. a cup in one hand, and the other drapped across the back of the couch, resting behind her, but not quite touching her. slowly sipping on the warm drink that burned his throat. but warmed him after their mere escape from the rain outside. battering off the windows and leaking slightly through his damaged roof. but not enough to soak them.
❛ miss naberrie ? ❜ he raised his eyebrow. a playful smirk had grown across his face and just a light snigger was escaping in-between his lips. the cup was lowered and the now spare hand was gently placed on her knee. thumb slowly moving in circular motion against her skin, eyes remaning on her. ❛ ... i believe so, ma’am, ❜ he was still smiling, before he itched his head closer, eyes gazing down to her lips and a gentle intake of air then he softly kissed her, holding it there, gently allowing the moment to pass, eyes fluttered closed as his hand squeezed her knee.
