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Padmé straddled her husband’s waist, memorizing the contentment on his face. A stolen moment of peace.
Her fingers traced over mottled skin, and thick scar tissue that covered much of his body. She leaned over him, peppering small kisses along his jaw and neck, smiling against his skin when he would make a noise from her teeth scraping a rare spot where he still had feeling. Every advancement in technology developed under her Imperial rule would go, first, to repairing what used to be smooth, sun-kissed skin beneath her hands.
A small ask from an Empress who’d nearly lost everything.