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Thank you for the Show

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(Y/n)'s POV
I stumbled into the bedroom and placed my hand on the wall to keep myself balanced. My mind was fuzzy and I had to blink multiple times just to be able to see straight. Now I see what Master Kenobi meant when he complained about the moving floors the night he and Anakin got drunk, it really felt like they were moving.

So I may have had a little too much wine, and I knew I should have stopped myself after the second glass. But the more I drank, the more information Padmè spilled, and so I took the sacrifice of having more than I knew I could handle.

I've also never been drunk before so this was new and I didn't know the first thing on how to handle myself, but I was trying. I kind of liked it too, except I hated the bittersweet taste in my mouth that was leftover by the red wine — and now all I kept craving was water, and food. If I remember correctly I hid a baguette in here earlier since I have a tendency to get hungry in the middle of the night and I wanted to be prepared.

I eyed the half full cup of water composed myself and quietly tip-toed to the nightstand where I had a half full glass of water calling my name. Anakin was sleeping with a light snore, his body and face facing my direction as he tightly hugged the pillow. He looked so peaceful and comfortable, like this was his first time sleeping in days.

I gently grabbed the cup of water, keeping my cautious eyes on him as I began to drink from the glass. The last thing I wanted was for him to wake up and see me in my condition; not only would I get a slap on the wrist, but an earful of his annoying voice too.

So I slowly drank the water and tried not to choke as I kept my gaze on his face. He really was a pretty man, which is not something I can say for many. And as I looked upon him, I was remembering everything that Padme told me.

Anakin was a slave before he was brought to the temple, and has a deceased mother that he had a strong attachment to — it all made so much sense. The grief I felt when I first met him, the lack of sympathy for my situation—he probably thinks our pain is equal or that his is somehow worse—and it also explains why he is so protective and fearful of me getting harmed. Maybe he feels like he let her down, and is worried to let me or anyone else down. It would certainly explain some of his irrational anger towards me; he was never mad at me nor has he ever hated me, he hated his own fears and insecurities and simply lashed out.

Now I know he's going to hate that I know—if he finds out I do, that is—but I'm glad Padme told me everything. Because now, for the first time since knowing him, I understand him. I relate to him. And I feel like I finally know him.

I finished the water and gently set the empty cup back down and turned around to walk to the couch that was going to be my bed for the night. I desperately wanted my baguette, but it was wrapped in foil inside of the nightstand drawer, it would make way too much noise if I go for it. So I was going to have to suffer a few hours until breakfast in the morning.

I quietly kicked off my boots and moved them under the couch as I began to undress. I was moving as slow as a sloth due to how drunk I was, it was the only way I wouldn't topple over and pass out.

I removed my belt and tossed it over the couch, then proceeded to remove everything except for my underwear. With a heavy sigh I dropped my clothes to the floor and stretched with my eyes closed, and upon opening them as I brought my arms back down, I locked eyes with another's from across the room.

I froze in surprise as Anakin's gaze trailed downwards then back up, slow. He said nothing for a few seconds as the awkward silence in the air around us thickened, "Thank you for the show, but change in the bathroom next time." He said low, before closing his eyes and rolling back on his side.

"Sorry," I whispered, still shocked that that just happened. My Master saw me in nothing but my underwear, and I was mortified. My cheeks were burning.

I grabbed my red night gown and threw it on as fast as I could to hide my body, and I was about to lay on the hard couch before his tired voice stopped me, "Come over here, you won't get any sleep on that thing." He said in a soft tone as he rolled over and lazily grabbed one of the larger pillows to place it in the middle of the bed, "There, we have a wall if that makes you more comfortable." He turned back around and hugged the pillow he had his head on with closed eyes.

I pushed the embarrassing events away from my mind, since he himself didn't seem bothered, and decided to take him up on the offer. I wasn't a fan of sharing a bed, but I was definitely a fan of not sleeping on a couch that feels like cement.

Like really Padme? You're rich, buy better furniture.

I walked over to the left side of the bed, which was the side closest to the balcony doors, his side being the one that was close to the hallway door, and lifted the blanket to get underneath. I moved around for a few seconds to find a comfortable position before breathing a sigh of content. But then the room started to feel like it was spinning, curtesy of the wine, and I groaned as I turned on my side to face the pillow wall. I was starting to get nauseous.

"What's wrong?" Anakin asked from his side, his voice raspy.

"I don't feel good," I whispered and leaned forward to get myself in fetal position. I think drinking all that water like I did upset my stomach because I felt awful.

Suddenly the pillow wall was gone and Anakin's face was inches from mine. He took one sniff and narrowed his eyes, "Are you drunk right now?"

(TW: Vomit)

I innocently shook my head, despite the bile slowly rising in my throat, "Nope, just ate something bad." I choked on my words and he caught on as to why almost instantly.

He removed the blanket and got out of bed before coming over to my side and getting me to stand up, "Liar, you're about to vomit and I don't want it in the bed," He ushered me to the toilet, and seconds later I was vomiting into it, "I can smell the alcohol on your breath, so I know you're drunk. Who did you drink with, Padme?"

I nodded as I continued to throw up, no words were even capable coming out of my mouth right now.

"She is on my last nerve." He said through clenched teeth.

"Not her fault-" I was able to get out before the bile came back up and I bent over the toilet again. I could now feel a strong headache coming on and I knew this was going to be a very rough night for me.

He sighed as he began to rub my back when the tears in my eyes started to fall, "You'll feel better when it's over, I promise. What did you have?"

I belted one last time before leaning away from the toilet and resting my head on the cold tile wall, "Wine." I answered weakly as I grabbed a rag from the counter, which I used to wipe my mouth clean.

"Padmé and her expensive wine," He groaned as he snatched the rag from me, and gently grabbed my arm to pull me to my feet, "You shouldn't have had any or even gone to her room without saying something to me first." He said in a frustrated tone as he wet the rag under the sink, and brought it to my face where he gently began to clean it for me.

One hand held my cheek to keep my head in place as the other wiped around my lips, "I'm sorry," I whispered apologetically. I can see in his eyes that he was silently panicking, probably wondering if I learned anything about him. But it's obvious to me why he never wanted to know, he didn't want to be looked at differently by me. And it's easy for me to know that because of his narcissistic tendencies, a person like that prefers to keep a specific imagine intact — I do my reading.

He looked up from my lips and into my eyes, then sighed again for the dozenth time, "It's okay," His tone was softer than before as he dropped the rag onto the sink as well as his hand from my cheek, "Was Moteé there?"

I nodded slowly and stumbled a little to the side, but Anakin grabbed ahold of my arm to keep me in place, "Yes. Why? Do you like her?" I asked with a small giggle. He was right, I did feel better now that I got a lot of it out of my system, but I was also dizzy and walking alone was going to be a fail if he doesn't help me.

He rolled his eyes, "Gross, I was just asking," He grabbed the mouth wash and poured me a small cup of it, "Did you..." He paused as he handed it to me and made sure I had a good grip on it, "Talk about anything?" He glanced up and our eyes locked once more, the anticipation in his growing with each silent second.

I didn't want him to know that I know.

I shrugged, "Politics and— her recent attacks, nothing interesting." I slurred my words, but I knew that he understood me. He nodded as a response, believing me. He probably thinks I'm too drunk to lie, but despite how, out of it, I felt, I still felt functional.

"I need you to rinse your mouth with this and do not swallow it," He let go and I looked down to the green cups in my hand, blinking a few times to make it one cup, "I repeat, do not actually drink it, okay? It's mouthwash, I want you to swish it around in your mouth, then spit it out"

"Okay," I answered with a nod and brought the cup between my lips and took the mouthwash in. I was about to swish it around like he told me to, but something else happened instead and my eyes widened.

"What happened?" He asked when he saw my distress.

I had my hand over my mouth and I moved it to speak, "I drank it."

His expression fell into disbelief.

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After both of us laid back in bed, Anakin placed the pillow wall between us, but kept it low enough so he could see my face, "Are you sure you don't feel like you need to throw up anymore?" The mouthwash didn't sit well and came back up about thirty seconds later.

I know tomorrow I'm going to be more than embarrassed about the amount of times I threw up in front of him and because he saw my almost naked body — but thankfully, right now, I was too drunk to care.

I shook my head, "No, but there is something I would like to ask of you."

He furrowed his brows, "What is it?"

I pointed over his head at the nightstand, "I need you to open that top drawer and hand me what's inside." Now that I no longer felt sick, I was hungry beyond belief. I'm surprised he can't hear my stomach rumbling right now, it was practically shaking the bed, "Please." I added with a sweet smile.

Anakin sat up and opened the drawer, still with a confused expression, and pulled out the baguette wrapped in foil, "What is-"

"Thank you," I snatched it from him as I sat up and loudly ripped through the foil. He was already awake so I didn't care about the noise anymore. Once the bread came into view, I took a bite and closed my eyes as I chewed — I was in a moment of bliss.

Suddenly I could feel the bed shaking, followed by a laugh. I opened my eyes and side-glanced Anakin who was nearly red from laughing so hard. He leaned his back against the head board with his head facing me, "Did you really-" He could hardly finish his sentence before laughing even more.

I took another bite with narrowed eyes — what the hell is so funny?

"Did you really wrap up an entire baguette, bring it up here, and hide it in the nightstand until you were ready for it?" He finally said as he gasped for air.

"Yes, why is that funny? I wake up hungry a lot." I shrugged and continued eating.

While he continued laughing.

"It's not funny!" I then hit him with the bread out of annoyance, which only made him laugh harder as he tried to dodge it.

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