Title: Cozy Morning Cocoa Author: broidew Characters: Sabe, Garm Bel Iblis Genre: romance A/N: This ficlet is for the Holiday Tropes Challenge! It also vaguely refers to a fic I wrote ages ago, In the Pale Moonlight. Cozy Morning Cocoa Sabe Inis Pedar was not unfamiliar with extravagant residences. She had been the number one handmaiden to Queen Padme Amidala of Naboo. Though technically a servant, she had the Queen had been more like sisters than anything else. She was used to palaces and country estates and even secret hideaways that no one outside of the queen's inner circle, knew anything about. But those days were over. Her time as body guard and confidant were a thing of the past. Padme was dead, the Jedi were gone as well, and, of all things, Sabe had found a lover in the form of brash Corellian Senator named Garm Bel Iblis. She never imagined loving someone like him, but The Force had a way of showing a different path if one if open enough to see it. Leaving Garm in bed and pulling on her plaid flannel pajamas, which had been discarded on the floor, Sabe left the small wood paneled bedroom and entered the kitchen, which was part of the large open floor plan of the Chalet, including a vaulted ceiling, a wall of windows, hand made couches an chairs, and a beautiful fire place that was just as decorative as it was used for heat. It took her only moments to pull a mug from the cabinet and make hot chocolate. Warming her hands with the mug, a taking a moment to breathe in the sweet aroma of the cocoa, she left kitchen and walked toward the large hearth where workable embers smoldered and begged for a a couple of more logs. Setting her cocoa aside, she took three logs from the wicker basket to her right and strategically arranged them on the coals. New fire streaked around the dry wood and Sabe smiled at the light and heat that warmed her. Retrieving her mug, Sabe moved from the hearth to a couch adjacent to it. Stacked next to it ,and at couch arm height, was a stack of blankets. She drew one from the top and pulled over her legs and waist as she savored the taste of her festive beverage. The only thing missing from her hot chocolate was a candy cane. When had she become so Bourgeoisie? Regardless, she would tell Garm that the peppermint sticks were a necessity for her piece of mind. Turning her attention from the fire, she took in the snow through the wall of windows. She could, and couldn't, wait to get out there. As much as she hated being cold, she loved the snow. Quite a dichotomy. “Did you make any for me?” Garm said as he entered the great room. His long brown hair was loose about his shoulders a tad unkempt, but he had just gotten out of bed. He was wearing a dark blue bathrobe, pulled tightly and tied with a knot. “No,” she replied, affectionately. “I expected you to sleep longer. I wouldn't want it to go cold on you.” “Cold is exactly what I was s soon as you left the bed,” he said with love, bending over and kissing her on the cheek. “Am I intruding on your private time?” “Of course not, Garm,” she replied, truthfully. “But this place is wonderful. So peaceful. I could stay her forever.” “The winters in this province are especially brutal,” he said with a wink. “I wouldn't want you to freeze.” “It might be cold outside, but with the furnace and a fire, it is far from cold in here,” she replied. “Ah, Lady,” Garm began as if starting a speech on the senate floor. “It is my heart that grows colder every minute I am away from you.” “So much bluster,” she said waving him off, as a blush rose in her cheeks. She was still getting used to his genuine love and affection for her. She had never considered a man could love her. Her lot in life had been to appear as and perhaps even dies a look a like for her queen. She had never regretted that lot. In fact she held her service to Padme in great esteem. However, she was never allowed, or allowed herself to be herself; to be Sabe. Her time with Garm had been liberating not just in that he was in love with her, but that he encouraged her to explore who she was. He sat next to her on the couch and placed a hand on her blanket covered leg, the other gently around her shoulders, careful not to cause her drink to spill. “I reserve all my hot air for politicking. When it comes to you, Sabe, I speak only truth. Can you guess what the truth is right this moment?” “I'm sure you're going to tell me?” she said, taking a sip from her mug and peering at him over its brim. “You are just as sexy in those flannel Pjs as you are out of them. I'm tempted to grab your wool hat off the rack, put it on you, and start kissing you until you beg me to stop.” “Who says I would beg you to stop?” she said, raising an eyebrow and leering at him. “An offer like that is one I would rarely refuse, but we've got things to do. Skiing, lunch at the plaza, shopping til you're dropping or something like that. One of those phrases the youth use today.” “Shop til you drop,” she said with a chuckle. “Don't hurt yourself trying to be relevant to the youth.” Leaning over, he kissed her on the lips and rose. “As you wish.” She watched as he walked over to the kitchen. “I'm almost still a youth myself.” “Sabe, you really must stop with that,” he said, disappointment lacing his voice. “You are a woman and, though I am a few years older than you, that does not make us any less legitimate.” “Oh but you are an easy target, Bel Iblis,” she laughed, rising and letting the white blanket fall from her hips. She placed her mug on the stack a quilts. She sashayed toward him, unbuttoning the flannel top. By the time she reached him, the top hung open exposing her tight abs and ribs and hip bone which rose of over the edge of the cinched bottoms. “Are you sure the stuff you have planned can't wait for just a little while. This woman needs more of your attention.” Turning from the kettle he had just put on the burner, he snaked his hands around her waist and pulled her into a passionate kiss. Her hands were on his chest inside the robe, roaming and massaging his pectorals. “It appears I won't need this cocoa to warm me up, either,” he said, turning off the burner, taking her by the hand, and leading her back to the bedroom.