clara wants kisses :/
there’s a therapist out there who would love to analyze this relationship –––– falling for a girl who spent ( at last count ) six years being your double, that’s got to be some form of narcissism. the two girls lay side by side in a plush bed in the palace of theed, hidden away from the rest of the planet, with padmé tracing the curves and contours of clara’s face. her handmaiden, her friend, her lover, is still asleep, frowning slightly in her dreams. padmé leans forward, still barely awake herself, and kisses the other girl’s forehead, nudges frown lines with her nose. fingertips trace the hollows of cheekbones, the edge of a jawline, and then down the shorter girl’s ( and what a victory that is, to be even two inches taller than someone ) nose, and in sleep, clara wrinkles up the aforementioned feature, as though she might sneeze. she shifts in the bed, unconsciously trying to escape the tickling sensation, and padmé smiles, lazy, sleepy, and then narrows her eyes slyly before flicking the upturned end of her nose quickly. giggles cascade like a waterfall as clara wakes with a sudden start, a loud HEY ! and a glare. the queen rolls onto her back, still laughing, until clara hits her with a spare pillow, fluff flying everywhere, and war breaks out in the bed.
half the pillows are destroyed by the time they collapse, giggling, next to one another, with feathers and fluff in their hair. she rolls over, half on top of clara, and kisses her, open mouthed, soft, sweet. or, at least, it’s sweet until clara starts poking at her ribs, catching her in a particularly ticklish spot, and she’s sputtering and laughing a ❝ good morning ! ❞ into the other girl’s mouth.
