[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. ]
[There's a small playful arch of her eyebrow as she notes his reaction, and how his eyes drop. Acutely aware of that fact, Padmé leans forward, dipping her face towards his. Distracting him with a kiss, her hand moves behind, popping the clasp of her bra free, shrugging it down her shoulders, until she works it off, dropping it. Hand free once more, her palm cups his cheek, deepening the kiss.]
[ It's a welcome distraction. Drake kisses back, his hand coming up to caress Padme's side as he eases her back to to the mattress. Trailing lower still, following the curve of her waist to her hip and down her thigh, then back down along the inside. Teasingly, telegraphing his movements with agonizing slowness, his fingers slip between her legs. ]
[One hand remains, delicate, barely holding against his cheek as she slips the other down, across the wide expanse of his shoulders, gliding over his back as her mouth works over his. She sucks in a breath as his fingers meander down, breaking the kiss for a moment, holding it as he takes his time to explore the curves and dips of her body. Goosebumps rise in his wake, her chest rising and falling. His name is ushered in a breathless tone as she squirms beneath him, dipping to feather her lips once more along his. It's a hitch, nails sinking lightly against his shoulder blade as his delve closer to her core, slick already with need.]
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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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