— senator amidala.

ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ ᴏʀ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ ‘ʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴀʏ ____________________________ ᴀɴ ɪɴᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴘᴏʀᴛʀᴀʏᴀʟ ᴏғ Sᴇɴᴀᴛᴏʀ Pᴀᴅᴍᴇ́ Aᴍɪᴅᴀʟᴀ ʟʏʀɪᴄs ᴏғ #Eᴜʀʏᴅɪᴄᴇ

she’s not even HOME and she can still sense his bullshit from all the way over here

what the fuck—

ah fuck, it’s missing a****n hours again. (don’t tell him.)

she hasn’t slept in uhhh— actually, she’d better not say.

it has! she misses him! all the time! she’ll take this chance to curl right up against his side, pressing another kiss to the side of his neck.

normally she’d object, but she doesn’t feel like going through their back-and-forth right now. ...they should go lay down. it’s been a while.

mmm— he is, especially, in this moment.

just for her? how sweet of him. cutie.

this is: extremely nice. this is also why he needs to take care of himself.

consider— what if she skips that part and just goes straight for his lips?

she would appreciate that. a lot. she’s just gonna kiss his forehead here—

it IS bad! she likes his face too much for this.

no! stop! it’s bad!!

please?

please don’t,

is that so? then keep holding it, he may. he’s: cute.

for science. of course. for example, an observation: his hand is warm.

anakin hold her hand challenge—

ugh she’s too tired for this.

help.