"Wait, no. Then tendrils belong on the main table between Anakin and Senator Amidala." I commented. There were small droids that carried drinks that would be useful for the arriving guests. I had planned to celebrate the success of what happened on Alderaan for Senator Bail and Padme.

Padme's whole complex was filled with droids that were assigned a specific task. I was lucky to have had this opportunity. A surprise dinner party was what I needed at the moment.

"Mistress," The small droid help up a holonet that included all the outfits I had worn in the past. To the left was a long green dress and had a short cover on the top. Hmmm. I want something a little more interesting.

I swiped to the right and what showed up was a hot velvet dress. It had a slight that showed only part of my thigh. It was what I wanted and what I was in the mood for. I wanted to look hot; I didn't have many chances to wear something other than my Jedi Robes.

"The red one. It's someone's favorite color" I pointed onto the holonet.

"Very well."

"My favorite color is red." Anakin chuckled. He was leaning on the wall, feet away from my body. "I know," I smirked.

His body moved towards mine; his one hand fell onto my cheeks, slowly moving towards my shoulder. "I can't wait to see you in it." He smirked, his lips instantly locked onto mine, taking my breath away.

"Those are much too large. Have you seen the size of Roonan teeth? Tiny, tiny." 3PO yelled at the servant, droids making me chuckle. He was more stressed than I was about this whole arrangement. At this point, the droid had been going around the entire room making remarks and organizing the dinner party the way he wanted to.

I sighed, heading towards the commotion 3PO had started with a servant droid. "3PO, is there a problem?" I asked. The servant droid carried a somewhat decent-looking garnish platter... Well, it was pretty messing and ugly looking. The sides of the garnish were terrible out and were unsymmetrical.

"I'm sorry, my lady, but it appears the dessert is missing its jogan fruit." He answered. I slapped my forehead with my palm. Of course, one more thing to worry about. "So go get one." Anakin chimed in. He walked forwards, joining the small group we had formed. His voice was sarcastic and oblivious.

"I could not possibly leave now," 3PO said as he casually looked away into the living room. He tried so hard to avoid eye contact it was quite funny. "3PO," I demanded this time in a more directive voice. "FIne. Send R2, then." Anakin suggested, annoyed.

"I'm afraid that may not be the most appropriate idea. It was R2-D2 who put us in this predicament quite inadvertently, I'm sure." 3PO spoke out.

R2 whined, poor droid, party planning wasn't his lingo.

"Please handle this," I whispered to Anakin. They were his droids, after all, they both answered to whatever he had to say.

I left the group going back into the guest room my sister had left for me. My dress was laid onto the bed, examining every angle and placing each accessory I wanted to wear with it. Some black heels and loose curls would go perfectly with this.

"So they're gone now." Anakin walked in and plotted his body onto the bed. He fully relaxed as he laid on his side. "What do you think?" I asked, holding up the slit red dress. His eyes widened up; he examined the dress from top to bottom. "Very sexy." He teased. He smiled and tried his hardest to hold in his laugher, which only made me embarrassed.

"Ugh." I groaned. I grabbed a small pillow from the bed, throwing it onto his face, but he pretty much caught it on time before it even made it inches close.

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Anakin and I spent much of our time preparing and setting up decorations as well as the table. I had placed on my red dress, making sure to cover it in all the right places. He had not seen it on me since he left to pick up some missing silverware. I was nervous to see him; his last reaction had made me tense.

I didn't know if his reaction was playful or he thought it was hideous. But when I made my way down the stairs, his eyes fell onto mine. He was the only person in the room, of course, but the way he looked at me was different. It was just like the time we got married.

"You look beautiful." He spaced his words out. I felt my cheeks start to burn up. I swiped my hair behind my ear as an act of my nerves spiking up.

"What are we going to do? R2 and C-3PO have not returned with the jogan fruit for the cake. "The chief droid came in barging out sweet and precious time, as usual. "I knew this was going to happen. That's why I sent R2." Ani sighed.

My eyes fell onto Anakin's angrily. The only thing I asked for was fruit, and it wasn't here. The Jogan fruit was the topping that would tie up this whole dinner party. "Oh, no. I'm never going to hear the end of this one." He mumbled, noticing the annoyance I had on my face.

However, before I began to speak, the chirps of R2 were heard from the small hallway.

"3PO, where are you? The party is about to start." Ani walked quickly into the hallway, where the two droids stood, terrified. I had to admit; I would be nervous in their state. "We encountered some complications, sir," 3PO answered. He handed Anakin the Jogan fruit innocently.

"What kind of complications?" I asked.

"I have no recollection of my day. I cannot explain where I have been." I raised my eyebrow. Something was off; how could 3PO not remember a single thing.

"You're gonna have to do better than that, 3PO, because if Y/n's dinner is a disaster, then you're not the only one she's gonna be mad at." Anakin harshly said. At this point, I had started to feel bad, yes I wanted this to be perfect, but something was off with the droid; I couldn't place my finger on it.

"Oh, Anakin, stop worrying. The cake is right here." I pointed to the cake that was now entirely done and looking beautiful. "You should lighten up on these two," I added. R2 chirped once again, happy I had backed him up.

"3PO, you've done a magnificent job." I smiled. I never wanted to be rude to them; they were so innocent it breaks my heart every time I see them in danger or yelled at. "Oh, my, a magnificent job! A magnificent job. A magnificent job" oh no. I shouldn't have said that at all. I forced a smile, walking away slowly from the droid.

"We're never gonna hear the end of it," Ani whispered in my ear, walking alongside my shoulder. I nodded my head agreeing.

A few minutes had passed when the first guests had arrived; surprisingly, Padme was about the 7th person to walk in, and success, she was surprised. "This is amazing!" Padme shouted. She held her hands onto her cheeks, processing the whole area. "Wow, thank you, Y/n and Master Skywalker." She added. Luckily the servant droids had strolled right along, handing Padme a drink. "Enjoy it." I teased, winking at the same time. "Oh, I will," she replied, making my eyes roll.

The whole night was filled with laughter and jokes. Somehow Anakin was almost nowhere to be found. He'd pop in occasionally, but never in the crowd. I had suspected to wonder if he left the complex. My eyes wandered the whole living room area, confused until they landed on the bar counter.

"Drinking, are we?" I raised an eyebrow sitting next to the stool beside him. "Just frustrated," he mumbled. He took a sip from a glass cup that looked like white wine. "Frustrated?" I asked. He didn't bother to turn his head in my direction. Instead, he bit his lower lip before taking another large drink. "I don't think you understand what I mean." He slowly turned his face to the side. His eyes wandered from the bottom of my dress and fixated onto my lips.

My mouth made an "o" shape knowing precisely what he meant, but before I could answer, Padme walked into our conversation joyfully carrying more glasses of wine. "Wine, Y/n?" she asked; her eyes seemed hazy but still wide awake.

"Can't drink Padme; I'm the host of the party." I smiled weakly. I never liked drinking; not being in control of your own body wasn't pleasing to be in. "Then let's go dance," Padme yelled happily. She grabbed onto my hand, but before my bottom left the stool, she was quickly interrupted.

"Master Amidala and I have a crucial council meeting we have to attend that is urgent." Anakin slammed the glass cup onto the counter, getting up in a quick motion. "Yes, uh, very urgent, I'll be right back." I got up from the stool, following Anakin through the crowd though he was walking at a quick pace.

My legs and eyes tried my hardest to keep up with his every movement, which only led me into a long narrow hallway. "Ani?" I softly shouted; I was confused but was grabbed quickly and pulled into the bathroom. The lights were turned off, "Ani," I began to speak but was interrupted by the sudden sense of lips on my mouth.

His hands lifted me onto the bathroom counter, my head leaning against the mirror. I knew it was Ani, from the way he held onto the sides of my cheeks and his breath that would become heavier with each kiss. I quickly composed myself kissing him back passionately. I wrapped my hands around his neck aggressively. The bathroom lights were off, but the only source of light was the window from the moon.

It cased a beautiful yellow window frame onto the bathroom ground.

The music from downstairs was loud but sounded muffled in the bathroom. The only clear sound was the ways our lips contracted with each other.

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His hands moved from my cheeks down to my neck and slowly to the slit of my thigh. I hitched at the touch that made my legs weak. One of his hands moved up my dress closer and closer to my underwear but stopped.

He pulled away slightly so that my eyes were aligned with his. "You have no idea what you do to me." He whispered. His breath was heavy, and the way his eyes looked were clouded. "I knew you wouldn't be able to resist," I whispered back, smirking, marking his words he once told me before.