( @nabooisms​ )

                     soft hands GRASP those of padme’s, fingers interlocking
                     ( such perfect fix, as if PUZZLE pieces. ) he looks nervously
                     away, a SLIGHT blush creeping upon his cheeks, flushed
                     HEAT. the jedi knight CLEARS his throat, encouraging words
                     to form. he’d thought of PLENTY of ways to tell his wife of his
                     DESIRES, the intoxication he felt around her, the drunken haze
                     and BLISSFUL electricity that LINGERED where his fingers
                     grazed. ( surely she could pick UP on his desires by now? )
                     however, VOICING them was another matter even the arrogance
                     of this man could barely ANNOUNCE.

                                                 “ i have other… dreams now. of you, and me. “

                     his voice is LOW, unsure and cautious. he wouldn’t want to
                     FRIGHTEN her, after all. though such topics were LAVISHING
                     in his own thoughts, they had always remained just that: his OWN.