Inspired by @moonhips post with Mon in glasses.
Summary: You have only been working for Senator Mon Mothma for six months when you end up staying late with her to go over budget proposals one night. You had no idea she looked so good in glasses.
Mon Mothma's Office, Senate District, Courscant
The sky turned into a deep twilight as the senate grew quiet, the debates of the day fell into the background as you worked diligently beside Senator Mon Mothma of Chandrilla. You had only been working for her for six months, a whirlwind of politics that often left your head spinning at the end of the day. And your heart beating fast for a different reason altogether.
At 25, you were well on your way to joining politics yourself. But working for Senator Mothma was better than anyone you had worked for before. She was confident, poised and knew how to enrapture a room with a few words and a well placed laugh.
Tonight was no exception, although it was you who desperately tried to maintain some composure around Mon.
You often worked late with her, Mon, wanting to get things done on time (and you suspected, avoid her husband) and you being the only aide who was willing to stay. You thought she appreciated it. You knew she did. Their way she thanked you, eyes softer then she normally looked at anyone else, sometimes an extra day off in your schedule you never asked for. It was Mon's subtle way of telling you that you were appreciated without fanfare.
"Forgive me a moment, y/n." Mon said, interrupting your thoughts as she reached for her bag. She pulled out a small case, "My doctor recommended I wear these." She pulled out a pair of fashionable glasses and put them on, using a finger to push them up her nose as she looked at you. "Eye strain. These are supposed to help." She explained. She saw you startle and turn away and frowned. "Y/n? Are you alright?"
You paused, blushing and tried to focus on your work for a moment before answering Mon. You needed to gather your thoughts before you embarrassed yourself.
"I've just... I've never seen you in glasses before Senator." You admit, "They suit you Ma'am."
Mon paused, giving you a serious look. "I'm afraid my eyes aren't what they used to be." She leaned back in her chair, regarding you; before smiling. "I do appreciate the compliment y/n."
"Of course Senator." You manage to get out, and duck your head again. She must know your blushing now. You think. But Mon also must be used to people making a fool of themselves in front of her.
You looked up at her, "Ma'am?"
Mon looked away for a moment and sighed, contemplating something. "Do you think this is all worth it? Staying up late to fight policies that will most likely go through regardless?"
"I don't mind staying up late with you, Senator." You say before you can stop yourself. There's a pause, and you quickly add; "To go over policies! It's all important, especially the work you do!"
Mon laughs. "Is that so? Well -" Her voice drops, "I certainly don't mind spending my evenings with you, darling."
You almost drop your data pad at the endearment, heart hammering in your chest. Mon didn't flirt. At least, nothing as overt as that. You swallowed hard and weren't sure if you should change the subject. You didn't want to change the subject.
"Tea?" You offer instead, shyly looking at Mon. She's observing you, glasses slightly askew. She looks a little concerned, but she was used to your shyness.
"That would be lovely." Mon says softly. "But you don't need to trouble yourself."
"I dont mind." You insist, and move to stand. Mon reaches over and grabs your hand, gently brushing her thumb over your knuckles.
"I know you don't." Mon whispers. "You're not as selfish as I am."
"You're not selfish, Mon." You answer. "Just very driven." And Mon smiles slightly, squeezing your hand.
"I do." You cut her off, and Mon looks surprised, "I'm apologise, I just... you think so lowly of yourself, Senator. I hate seeing it."
Mon meets your gaze, soft; vulnerable. She kisses the back of your hand, and you almost panic by the sheer brazeness of it. Mon wasn't really affectionate with anyone. Not even her husband. You felt both honored and flattered that she felt she could be like that with you and squeezed her hand, smiling shyly.
"You are far too kind to be in this field of work, y/n." Mon says at last. She turns back to her own work, but her hand remains in yours. "Now tell me darling, will the trade proposal go through? Or should I rewrite it?"
You sit back down next to her, and Mon's hand slips from your hand as you lean over to read the information. "I think you should rewrite the part asking for trade unions to stand down, they might see that-" You feel your breath catch as Mon's hand moves to your leg, and try to regain some sense when her thumb draws circles on your thigh, just above your knee, "-um, they might see that as a threat to their independence." You feel warm, blushing to your ears as Mon listens quietly.
"Very good y/n." Mon whispers, "Perhaps I'll have to keep you around more often." She smirks at you as you try to form a response. "You don't mind, do you?"
You shake your head. You don't mind at all.
"I'll have to get you to use your words more often, though." Mon remarks, turning back to the report. "Continue y/n." She says quietly, her voice taking on that silent confidence she uses in the senate. "Please."
"Of course, Senator." You reply, trying to compose yourself. Mon watched you for a moment and squeezed your knee, and you started to go over the speech again, trying not to think about the beautiful Senator next to you, or the rapid beating of your heart.
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