Cat Cuddles: Padme plots to nudge Anakin to propose to his mate.
“You’re
being subtle.” Anakin said dryly as the other Senator appeared in
his doorway, a small smile on his lips to show he wasn’t actually
upset with her as Padme grinned at him while flouncing into the room,
her voluminous skirt most likely hiding eight blasters if Anakin knew
he correct. And a viroblade in her shoes if not directly strapped to
her thigh if the shoes were too small.
Watching
as she dropped into the chair in front of the desk, Anakin snorted
and glanced over to find Obi-Wan had slept through her entrance, the
felinoide having pushed the couch with the Force until it was in
ideal sun patch to soak it up from the window.
“I’m
not trying to be subtle.” Padme returned in a cheery tone before
grinning delightedly when
she saw that Anakin was indeed looking at the bonding rings she had
sent him on his terminal. “Come, you know you could, you’re
Tatooine native and the
concept of marriage to a felinoide would only get you a few raised
eyebrows that you’d be willing to commit your resources with
someone who has nothing.” She wiggled her brows.
She
wasn’t wrong.
Even
now the concept of marrying was still a way to pool together your
resources as much as for love on Tatooine despite their situation
having improved with a formal membership in the Republic, many still
holding onto the mentality of hardship and many still remembered
being slaves with the hot sun beating down on them.
So
yes, he marrying Obi-Wan would only gain him a few raised brows from
those who could honestly get him out of office as he was actually
elected.
The
other Senators could boo and sneer at him and whisper behind his back
but Anakin had support even in the Senate.
After
all, he was not the only one with a felinoide lover.
Just
the one most obvious one
since he had Obi-Wan with him practically everywhere, to his office,
parties, dinners and so on.
“You
know, Obi-Wan might not even want to wear a ring,” Anakin pointed
out, sitting back in his chair with a sigh. “Felinoides don’t do
it that way.” He lightly scolded the woman who raised her brow in
return.
Reaching
out and snatching a cookie out of the bowl on Anakin’s desk, set
there for Obi-Wan’s cravings, Padme snorted. “Like I know
anything about felinoide
culture that I can trust being truthful since its from the holonet, I was trying to hint to you.” She huffed before nibbling
on the treat.
Rubbing
his neck slowly with a sigh, Anakin finally shrugged. “Felinoide do
ear piercings, since their ears feature so prominently and are such a
delicate and
intricate part to their anatomy they pierce it as a sign of giving
themselves to someone even
with the point of pain,” He leaned his elbows on the desk with a
deep sigh. “Of course, this practice has been abused by others
unfortunately.” He grumbled.
The
half eaten cookie still in grasp, Padme stared at him with some
amount of horror as she had
clearly lost her appetite for sweets.
“I’ve seen images of felinoide slaves with
rows of piercings…” She whispered.
Grimacing
heavily, Anakin nodded. “They don’t care it hurts them or that
felinoid have their own practices, they just care for ‘pretty’.”
He muttered, trying not to get too angry as that would wake Obi-Wan
from his sunny nap.
Looking
nauseous now, Padme put the cookie down on her lap. “…I’m so
glad you asked me to join you on the anti slavery proposition.” She
muttered, sitting back before glancing at Obi-Wan’s tucked up form
and back to Anakin. “But if he wore a piercing, which you already
have, what would you wear?” Padme tried to push it over to a
happier subject.
Scratching
at the blond stubble on his cheek, Anakin shrugged. “A cuff for the
wrist, that used to be tradition with none felinoide mates when I was
a child at least with the few I saw that could marry.” Anakin
quietly stated, wondering…
He
glanced to Obi-Wan, watching the soft rise and fall of the body as
Obi-Wan slept soundly in the sun, copper ears twitching now and then.
He could imagine the ear pierced with something golden, just a nice
hoop with maybe a gem to sparkle and draw attention.
Nothing
too big or heavy to pull the ear but… just something pretty,
something for Obi-Wan.
Judging
by the look on Padme’s face, she seemed to know what he was
thinking and looked highly satisfied
by her own scheme bearing fruit.
Snorting
at her, Anakin stuck out his tongue. “Yeah, yeah don’t be so
smug.” He huffed with laughter in his voice.
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