✦︎ 𝑨𝒕 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑺𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒄𝒆
Padmé Amidala/Fem!Reader.
― Synopsis: Padmé asks for her handmaidens advice on kissing
Word Count: 847
“I don’t know, the Jedi Council insisted that Anakin become my personal guard for the time being.” Padmé sighed as you listened intently, helping unravel her hair from the intricate braids woven in it. “I mean, I don’t get it. I’m not helpless, and if I needed someone to protect me that could be you!” Padmé complained. You were her personal handmaiden, and had served her since she was 14 years old and inaugurated as Queen Amidala.
Though you were technically under her, Padmé always treated you or any handmaiden or servant as an equal. That’s what you always liked about Padmé, not to mention she was smart, kind, and utterly gorgeous. Your time spent with Padmé eventually led to you becoming her best friend and vice versa. “I do like Anakin though, and I think he likes me a lot too” Padmé giggled. “Well of course he does. Do you see the way he looks at you?” You replied.
It was quite obvious, anyone could tell Anakin’s fondness for Padmé. You could tell even all those years ago on Tatooine, when you and Padmé met the little boy working in the mechanics shop. You wanted to be happy for Padmé, she deserved someone to make her happy. Yet a small part deep down in your heart knew that someone could’ve been you.
After all, you knew everything about Padmé. Spent every day by her side, accompanied her to every meeting, sat with her at senate briefings, be with her at every moment possible. You didn’t understand what she saw in Anakin. In fact, you never saw what she did with the boys she liked. No boy had ever been nearly as interesting as Padmé to you.
“(Y/N)” Padmé spoke, you broke from your thoughts and met her eyes in the vanity mirror. “Have you ever…kissed a boy?” She asked. You flushed at the question, since when had the conversation gone from Anakin to kissing? “Uh, no.” You said awkwardly. Padmé motioned for you to sit next to her on the small stool beside the vanity.
Once you sat, she looked you in the eyes with a serious yet hesitant expression. “I’ve never either.” She said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Would you want to…help me?” She asked. Your face flushed even more. Had this girl you’ve been admiring for years just ask you to kiss her? You hesitated to answer. Padmé took this as a rejection. “I’m sorry I shouldn’t have asked,” she said, embarrassed. "No! No, it’s fine…of course I will help you. It’s my job.” You said in reassurance. It was your job to help her, so this meant nothing, right?
“Ok, well I’m not exactly sure how it goes,” Padmé said, looking down. You weren’t so sure either — but sucking up all the confidence you had, you gently cupped her face. You closed your eyes and leaned in. When her lips met yours, it felt like the heavens and all the stars aligning to be with you at that very moment. When you pulled away, her hand covered yours which rested on her cheeks. Her amber eyes stared into yours before she leaned in again.
This time she kissed you with the intent of doing it over and over again. You kissed her back and moved your fingers into her curly brunette hair as she wrapped her arms around you, pulling you in closer. Once she pulled away she breathed, exasperated. You searched her face for any type of sign of regret, you saw none as she pulled you in again.
This very moment you knew she meant it, that any thought of Anakin or anything else in the world slipped from her mind. All she needed was this moment with you, years she spent thinking her deep love and adoration for you was normal for a best friend. Now she recognized it was more than that, like she didn’t care what others thought, she just wanted to spend an eternity with you, like she always planned too.
Your kiss was interrupted by the knocking of the door. You quickly broke apart as it opened. Anakin stood in the doorway, completely unaware of what had just happened. “Senator Amidala, the kitchen staff wanted me to tell you that dinner is ready,” he spoke. “Of course, I’ll be right out. Thank you Anakin.” She smiled, he turned his back away and began to close the door. “Oh! Can (Y/N) join us for dinner tonight?” she said. Anakin glanced at you and nodded, thinking nothing of it.
Once he left the room, Padmé turned to you. She only looked at you once, but it said enough, you loved her, and she loved you back. She stood up, intertwining her hands with yours, “Shall we go to dinner, my lady?” She giggled. You stood up as well, kissing her just one last time before you walked out of her room, hand-in-hand.
✎ pearlyuh, 2025