[ When this kiss finally breaks Drake's a little breathless, his pulse fluttering in his chest. He's all but clutching Padme to him and seems to realize that after a moment, loosening his hold in case she wants to call it there. It's not hard to get carried away when it's this good, though. It feels natural, easy. Like they fit together as well in this way as they do in each other's company. ]
How much longer do we have?
[ He says it playfully, eyes sparkling, but there's a hint of 'hey, if you wanna kill the time...' to it. ]
[She sucks in a light breath, heart hammering as his lips part from hers. Lingers for a moment, eyes closed, aware of how his touch eases up. Padmé won't lie. There is something that is organic about it, that seemingly clicks effortlessly into place.
Her gaze shifts focuses, brow furrowing at his question. Did they have for?]
Longer- oh. Thirty minutes- forty?
[Lips giving a small quirk as she catches the expression on his face.]
[ Forty would be better, Drake thinks, but they could make it work. Only if she wanted. He brushes their noses together, a pretty clear sign that he wants to keep kissing her at the least, one hand stroking up and down her back. ]
[Her fingers curl, to drop and rest on his shoulder. She hasn't moved away, although there's still a ghost of a space between them. A space that closes as his hand draws along her spine, to meld back up as she inhales deeply.]
We wouldn't want to let all our hard work go to waste.
[ Drake grins as she presses back against him and at the comment alike, then finally straightens up and steps away. He goes over to his microwave and sets a timer for 40 minutes because more time is definitely better here, and beckons to Padme to follow him as he backs out of the kitchen. She'll know from being over before that he's moving towards his bedroom. ]
[She tracks him as he moves, to set the timer. It is true that she would rather not waste their efforts, conscious that it has been started. Yet there's no denying that tug that she feels towards him. It's a slightly contemplative expression, eyes shifting across him, until he motions.
A cursory look is tossed to the dough, although she knows that it should be fine. There's a difference between minutes here and there, and hours, as that would indeed ruin it. Yet the smile does come earnest as she tips her head slightly, moving towards him and the direction he leads.]
[ Drake smiles when Padme follows him, holding eye contact as he leads her into his room and sits on the edge of his bed -- glad he made it fresh this morning. He hadn't anticipated this, but it's a happy development.
He holds out a hand to her to pull her in but doesn't specifically guide her. She can sit next to him or in his lap, whichever she'd prefer. Either way once she's settled he's going to mold his other hand to her neck and lean in for another kiss, one with the promise of more if she wants it. ]
[Her palm slips lightly into his as it's offered, taking a second to squeeze it, and she does shift, to settle on his lap. It's a moment, bracing over his legs as she straddles, finds a spot, sucking in a breath as his fingers skim along her neck. It's a shiver as her fingers clutch at his shirt, eyes closing, to meet his lips half-way as her mouth dips to his. She drifts for a moment, flesh ghosting flesh, before pressing in harder with a soft moan.]
[ It reads more as teasing than hesitance to Drake, the way Padme's lips ghost over his for a moment before settling into a proper kiss. There's no way for her to know he loves that, but he does. The anticipation, the way a moment builds. He wraps his other arm around her waist and settles his hand low on her back, pulling her tight in against him.
They kiss until Drake, at least, is breathless. But he doesn't stop entirely. Instead he dips his head to her neck, kissing down the line of her throat over her pulse, sucking lightly so as not to mark her unless she wants that. He's taking his cues from the sounds she makes, the way she arches against him... and the hand on her back slips under the hem of her shirt to caress soft, warm skin. ]
[Work had always been her primary focus, but it hadn't always been her sole focus in life. Much of what she had done had been for duty, at least until she had met Anakin, but even before then, there had been some moments. It is always getting to learn what someone else likes, those small spots that make them gasp or moan, what can make them groan loudly or shiver with pleasure.
She likes how he responds though, slipping down his legs as his arm encircles and tugs, until she is nestled on his lap, torso to his, close enough that her indrawn presses her chest against his. It is heady, that soft noise finally escaping her as their lips part, at least until she hisses from the brush of his lips along her throat. Her head lolls to the side, giving him the access as her hand tightens in his, shivering. Exploring goes her own hand, tracing up along his chest and over the slope of his shoulder, feeling the tensing of muscles as she goes, to settle at the nape of his neck. It's a small twitch as she feels his fingers against her skin, her nails curling lightly as she strokes, fingers splaying over the back of his head, until her head dipping down to capture his lips again.]
[ Padme shivers against him, pressed as close as she can get, her breath catching before she leans down to catch his mouth in another proper kiss. Drake smiles into it for a moment before letting it deepen into something hungry, the promise of more. His second hand joins the first, skimming up her sides pushing up her shirt. The fabric bunches between them and when they break apart next Drake makes as if to pull it over her head, meeting her eyes for a moment before with a question in them. They're not going to do anything she doesn't want, and he's still learning how to read her. ]
[There's that awareness of his second hand joining, to caress up along her rib cage, pressing the material up as it goes. It's a shuddered breath as they break apart again, eyes closed to savour those various sensation, tongue darting across her lips as she turns to look up at Drake. She gives a small nod, understanding the question that he poses, that soft warmth on her features that it is even something that he does consider. Then she's shifting in turn, hands leaving him and away so that he can tug it up and over her head.]
[ Drake pulls her shirt off for her, letting it fall to the side before reaching for his own as well. So they can be skin to skin to some extent, though he's leaving her bra for her to decide when to remove it. ]
[Her eyes shift, roaming over that now revealed expanse of skin, noting the tattoos, ending on his face. There's a smile as her hands move to cup his cheeks, thumbs brushing for a few moments, before settling on his shoulder.]
It is. Very okay.
[Eyes flickering over his, her finger traces along the outline of the tattoo on his arm.]
[It's an acknowledging noise, knowing that everyone memorializes things in their own way. Finds herself drawn back in, although there's a gleam in her eyes. If she, ever just so, shifts her position...]
You can't say something like that and not expect consequences.
[As she strokes her fingers back and forth a little lower at his side.]
[ Drake makes a sound somewhere between a laugh and a yelp, but instead of shrinking back from her touch he scoops her up into his arms and changes their position. Dropping her playfully onto her back on the mattress and hovering over her, trying to catch her hands with his free one. ]
[Her own smile brightens in turn, feathering her fingers along his side, yet it's her own surprised squeak that she suddenly gives, finding her world inverting. Gasping, she blinks, before laughing, trying to evade his grasp and tickle him some more- yet it only works for so long before he has her hands. Padmé is acutely aware of him then, a slight shift of her hips, with a rosy flush on her cheeks.]
[ He's still laughing a little, but it's more delight at the situation than anything else. Settling his weight on top of her he leans back down for another kiss, pinning her hips so that if she squirms... well. Things will get interesting quickly. ]
[Her own chuckle mingles with his, tapering off as he settles. There's a solidness to him, bearing as he does, and yet there is nothing suffocating about it. A pleasant warmth to his frame. A sucked in breath as he captures her mouth again, her lips moving over his. It's those soft noises as she returns it with her own fervor, shivering, grinding up against him as the kiss continues, left leg shifting up slightly as she rocks upwards into him.]
[ Padme's enthusiasm for this catches Drake off guard, with how reserved she usually is -- he moans softly into the kiss, rolling his hips back against her and skimming one hand back down her side to stop shyly on her hip. Encouraging her movement but just short of grabbing her ass.
When they next break for air he nuzzles against her cheek and pulls back onto his knees, the hand on her hip teasing at her waistband. ]
[There has always been that public persona and that private persona that Padmé shows to the world. She's also altered, from queen to senator, understanding that each required a different approach, but it is those that she trusts that she does let the walls start to slip away. She may be reserved and calm when faced with an obstacle, but she could be playful and mischievous as well.]
Off... Unless you have a thing for them?
[There is that small glimmer in her eyes, but she raises her hips to help, admiring the view. He is very handsome, after all.]
[ Drake smiles, shaking his head a little -- maybe another time, they can play with outfits. Right now he's more interested in seeing Padme without hers, as the skirt is long enough it will only get in his way. He slips it and her underwear off her hips, leaving her in just the bra he'd left on her. His eyes cut to it now, bright and curious. ]
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How much longer do we have?
[ He says it playfully, eyes sparkling, but there's a hint of 'hey, if you wanna kill the time...' to it. ]
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Her gaze shifts focuses, brow furrowing at his question. Did they have for?]
Longer- oh. Thirty minutes- forty?
[Lips giving a small quirk as she catches the expression on his face.]
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I can set a timer.
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We wouldn't want to let all our hard work go to waste.
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A cursory look is tossed to the dough, although she knows that it should be fine. There's a difference between minutes here and there, and hours, as that would indeed ruin it. Yet the smile does come earnest as she tips her head slightly, moving towards him and the direction he leads.]
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He holds out a hand to her to pull her in but doesn't specifically guide her. She can sit next to him or in his lap, whichever she'd prefer. Either way once she's settled he's going to mold his other hand to her neck and lean in for another kiss, one with the promise of more if she wants it. ]
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They kiss until Drake, at least, is breathless. But he doesn't stop entirely. Instead he dips his head to her neck, kissing down the line of her throat over her pulse, sucking lightly so as not to mark her unless she wants that. He's taking his cues from the sounds she makes, the way she arches against him... and the hand on her back slips under the hem of her shirt to caress soft, warm skin. ]
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She likes how he responds though, slipping down his legs as his arm encircles and tugs, until she is nestled on his lap, torso to his, close enough that her indrawn presses her chest against his. It is heady, that soft noise finally escaping her as their lips part, at least until she hisses from the brush of his lips along her throat. Her head lolls to the side, giving him the access as her hand tightens in his, shivering. Exploring goes her own hand, tracing up along his chest and over the slope of his shoulder, feeling the tensing of muscles as she goes, to settle at the nape of his neck. It's a small twitch as she feels his fingers against her skin, her nails curling lightly as she strokes, fingers splaying over the back of his head, until her head dipping down to capture his lips again.]
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This still okay?
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It is. Very okay.
[Eyes flickering over his, her finger traces along the outline of the tattoo on his arm.]
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Do you have any?
[ Tattoos, he means. ]
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[She traces her index fingers, making an L and an I - the first four in the forty-four.]
Favourite numbers?
[Quirking an eyebrow, although her hand slides down a little lower over his chest, nails skimming as they drop along his abdomen.]
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Memorials.
[ He hums with approval as Padme's nails skim down his torso, the muscles jumping under her touch. He grins at her, pulling her back in close. ]
Careful, I'm ticklish.
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You can't say something like that and not expect consequences.
[As she strokes her fingers back and forth a little lower at his side.]
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Quite ticklish...
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[ He's still laughing a little, but it's more delight at the situation than anything else. Settling his weight on top of her he leans back down for another kiss, pinning her hips so that if she squirms... well. Things will get interesting quickly. ]
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When they next break for air he nuzzles against her cheek and pulls back onto his knees, the hand on her hip teasing at her waistband. ]
Off?
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Off... Unless you have a thing for them?
[There is that small glimmer in her eyes, but she raises her hips to help, admiring the view. He is very handsome, after all.]
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