Help Me Through the Nigh (Padmé/Dormé)
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were_lemurThis fic is rated: PG
Fandom: Star Wars
Characters/Pairing: Dormé/Padmé (unrequited)
Timeline: just before RotS
Summary: a quiet act of devotion
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slashthedrabble's prompt 167: Eagles song titles (Help Me Make it Through The Night)
Word Count: 100
Feedback: yes, please! Concrit welcomed.
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were_lemur, skywalker_days, starwars_saffic, slashthedrabble
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Disclaimer: George Lucas owns Star Wars. I own a 22-year-old pickup truck. I hope that Mr. Lucas will accept this story as the tribute to his genius it is, and not sue me for what little I have. No infringement is intended, no profit is being made.
Padmé moved slowly, carefully, almost painfully. How long, Dormé wondered, does she think she can keep it a secret?
"Here, let me rub your back."
"That's beyond the call of duty."
"Please, let me ... " help you, touch you, love you.
"In that case, how can I refuse?" Padmé let her concealing robe slide down her arms, and lowered herself carefully to the bed. Dormé rubbed the tense muscles. Finally, she felt the other woman relax, slide into sleep.
Dormé couldn't bear to wake her mistress, so she draped a blanket over her.
"Anakin," Padmé murmured.
Dormé's heart broke.
Fandom: Star Wars
Characters/Pairing: Dormé/Padmé (unrequited)
Timeline: just before RotS
Summary: a quiet act of devotion
For
slashthedrabble's prompt 167: Eagles song titles (Help Me Make it Through The Night)Word Count: 100
Feedback: yes, please! Concrit welcomed.
Distribution: archiving, linking or remixing ok, just credit me and drop me a line!
Cross-Posted
were_lemur, skywalker_days, starwars_saffic, slashthedrabbleMy FanFic Masterlist
Disclaimer: George Lucas owns Star Wars. I own a 22-year-old pickup truck. I hope that Mr. Lucas will accept this story as the tribute to his genius it is, and not sue me for what little I have. No infringement is intended, no profit is being made.
Padmé moved slowly, carefully, almost painfully. How long, Dormé wondered, does she think she can keep it a secret?
"Here, let me rub your back."
"That's beyond the call of duty."
"Please, let me ... " help you, touch you, love you.
"In that case, how can I refuse?" Padmé let her concealing robe slide down her arms, and lowered herself carefully to the bed. Dormé rubbed the tense muscles. Finally, she felt the other woman relax, slide into sleep.
Dormé couldn't bear to wake her mistress, so she draped a blanket over her.
"Anakin," Padmé murmured.
Dormé's heart broke.
