You exited Anakin's quarters with a heavy weight on your shoulders, as if you've committed a crime or disobeyed the Jedi Code, even though you didn't. You knew you didn't.

In fact, you could say you made some improvements with Anakin Skywalker. You weren't totally burning with anger in that room. Not totally.

"Oh hello."

You turned your head to the voice next to you, and smiled, knowing that it was Obi-Wan. You didn't want to be next to anyone else at the moment. "Oh hey, " you said, relaxed.

"Did you just come out of Anakin's quarters?" He asked, seeing that you stood right in front of his door.

You gulped, biting your lips. "Uh... Yes. I did. "

Obi-Wan laughed. "Did you try talking to him? I was on the way to do that myself, but I got stopped in the hallway by Master Windu."

"I did talk to him..."

"And?"

"And... It didn't go well." That was a lie. A big, fat lie. Well, not completely. You weren't totally lying to him.

Obi-Wan frowned and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "What happened? Do I need to talk to him!"

"No!" You replied abruptly, then quickly realized your mistake, as he might think something is going on. "You don't need to talk to him. He and I just argued again... It was senseless arguing. There's nothing really to talk to him about. "

"Oh, alright. Are you sure?" He asks uncertainly. "Because I can tell him to calm down-"

"Obi-Wan, " you placed your hands on his shoulders and faced him towards you, hopefully to reassure him. "I know you can tell him to calm down. But is he going to listen? I highly doubt it. When I left that room, he was steaming." That was one way to put it. "I don't recommend you talking to him."

"Hmm. I suppose you're right. I don't know what's going to happen one day if you both can't get along in public. I'd hate to see it, " he mumbles, shaking his head.

Yeah, me too. You take your hands off of his shoulders and cross your arms, shuddering at the fact of what you might end up doing in public.

"Alright, well, I shall see you later, then. Take care." He nods at you and flashes you a smile, one that guiltily lands on your heart.

You waved goodbye back to him with a sinking feeling in your stomach. You hated lying to Obi-Wan, but you also wanted to protect yourself from the rest of the Jedi Order. If the rest of the Jedi Order knew you wanted to have sex with Anakin (or punch him in his throat, either work), then you could possibly be destroyed or kicked out of the Order for that matter.

Did the Jedi Code even prohibit sex? You knew it was natural to have sexual feelings toward someone--which was allowed--but you also knew that you couldn't show attachments toward someone. Could you have sex without growing attached to Anakin?

Wait. You stopped yourself, rethinking your thoughts. Why would you even want to have sex with Anakin? Gross, ew, no. A fellow Jedi? No. I can't. You shook your head, making grotesque faces, disgusted with your thoughts. Why am I even thinking about that? What is wrong with me? Why am I even contemplating whether it's okay or not?

You looked around the hall to see if anyone had read your thoughts, even though you had your mental shields up. You facepalmed yourself. Stop overthinking, no one can hear your thoughts. Gods, you really needed to pull yourself together. You probably just need a shower and some sleep, that is, if you can stop dreaming about Anakin fucking Skywalker.

You shook your head and looked down the hall to go to your own quarters, but before you could leave, you couldn't help but overhear something coming from Anakin's quarters.

You glanced around the hall to see if anyone was looking your way, and when no one was, you carefully crept back up to Anakin's door and pressed your ear against it to get a better understanding of what was going on in the room.

From outside, you could hear a series of grunts and groans along with strings of cuss-words coming from his room. Your eyes widened as you continued to listen to the sounds, realizing that they weren't of pain, yet they were of pleasure--pure, sinful pleasure. Was he doing what you thought he was doing?

No, you shook your head and backed away from the door, resisting to think anything more about it. He was probably punching the wall or something, right? He couldn't be jerking himself off, to you anyway. Maybe he's thinking of Obi-Wan, you chuckled to yourself quietly, afraid that Anakin might hear you.

That was probably the best joke you've made the whole year, you thought, now turning away to walk to your quarters. That's probably the real reason why Obi-Wan wanted to go talk to Anakin. You chuckled again, mentally slapping your knee. You seriously hoped no one had seen you laughing hysterically in the hallway as you made your way back to your room.

You waved your hand across the door, the familiar metallic sound presented a feeling of relief as you entered your room.

You turned to your bed and stripped yourself from your tunics and quickly made your way to the refresher in your room.

You hopped into the shower and closed the glass door behind you and turned the water on. The water hit your body, it's cold droplets sent shivers down your backbone, releasing you of that sexual feeling you once had earlier in that room with Anakin.

Anakin. Damnit. He apparently couldn't leave your thoughts, no matter how much you hated him. You groaned in frustration and turned around to face the water, your skin now tightening up due to the icy contact.

You just wanted a solution to all of this--the dreams, the nightmares, that twisting gut feeling; everything. Would it even be the same if you hadn't ever met him? You shook your head, dreading to ever see Anakin again today.

You closed your eyes in the shower to clear your head. You breathed and slowly turned the knob to the right, warming up the temperature of the cold pellets that fell on your head.

As the temperature changed, you welcomed its warmth, the hot water bringing upon a new feeling--something that you didn't want to be introduced into your mind entered the frame--it was you, in the shower, pushed up against the wall with Anakin in front of you.

The image of him leaning over you like a golden tower, his hot breath was on your neck while his strong, toned arms holding you up on the wall; pleasuring you senselessly--it left you breathless.

As you watched, you saw the hot steam gradually build, it's thick fog soon began to block the pleasing visual of you and Anakin, leaving you questioning what was happening.

The scene quickly shifted, the fog fell, and this time you weren't in a shower, but instead, in a dark room, swashbuckling away with your lightsabers--the blue blades were the only objects that seemed to illuminate your faces.

The energy in the vision was quick and chaotic, and most of all, malicious. You and Anakin fought diligently, attacking one another--even though Jedi were always trained to defend, you were attacking, in fact, attacking to kill each other. The moving of the lightsabers were quick and skillful, each screeching as they bashed together, the blades became more hungry as you fed them.

Was this to become of me? Of us? Would we try to kill each other? You couldn't help but worry as you continued to watch this furious storm of a battle. Your faces we're both gritted with hatred and anger--it scared you. Sure, you seriously despised Skywalker, but the thought of trying to actually kill him scared you. Yes, you had made jokes about it before, but now that you had some sort of weird desire for him; you weren't so sure. Plus you had heard that he was an incredible swordsman, and you weren't sure you were up to par with him. After all, he was the "Chosen One".

At last, with a heavy breath, you opened your eyes to this sudden image, holding yourself on to the wall, not understanding what was going on with you. Your breathing pace picked up as the warm shower brought on more sexual (and confused) feelings towards this man--your core was twisting with confusion; left and right, all the time. One minute you were boiling with anger, so much anger that you wanted to kill a man, and then the next, your womanhood was pounding, waiting for a sensual touch.

You ran your fingers through your hair and decided that it was best to turn off the shower and hop out, afraid of these sudden sexual feelings towards Anakin to grow.

Quickly, you changed into a fresh pair of your Jedi robes, hoping to keep your mind off of the sudden visuals that popped up in your head, you decided to walk to the Jedi Council and ask for a mission. Hopefully being away from the Jedi Temple would keep your confusing thoughts away from Anakin.

As you walked down the hallway, you tried to move with purpose; wanting to convince yourself that you weren't just thinking of having sex with Anakin and then trying to kill him. No matter how purposefully you tried to walk, you looked down at the ground anyway, afraid of meeting anyone's gaze.

"Ah, there you are! I was looking for you, there's a mission to be briefed, do you want in?"

You purse your lips together and silently praised the Force that Obi-Wan had caught you just in the middle of your life crisis. Bless that man.

You turned around to face Obi-Wan and flashed him a soft and thankful smile."Oh my gosh, yes, please. I would love that. I really need something to keep these thoughts silent."

Obi-Wan let's out a light-hearted chuckle. "Oh, I know what you mean. But uh, I must warn you, Anakin is in that briefing room. "

And just like that, your relieved smile falters, as that was the last thing you wanted to hear. "Oh."

"Do you still want to--"

Quickly, out of spite, you change your mind and nod. "Yes, I want to. I'm going to take this mission, no matter what the Council says."

Obi-Wan nods in response. "Alright then."

You nod, and you both walk down the hallway to the briefing room, where you're met by several Jedi standing around a holo-table, all of them chatting up a storm--probably discussing the war.

As soon as you and Obi-Wan enter the room, the briefing over the mission began. Of course, master Windu led the briefing, with the occasional chime in from Obi-Wan.

You listened carefully, taking in all of the details and asked questions to show that you were truly interested in this project, even though it was a stealth mission.

You had to admit, stealth missions weren't your strong point, but you always were ready to help the efforts with the war, especially now that you severely needed to clear your head.

"Alright, " master Windu sighed, looking around the room. "So who wants the stealth project on Felucia?"

"I do." You said simultaneously with Anakin.

Shit.

Of course, Anakin wanted it too.

Almost instantly, you could feel that vindictive feeling take over your body--you were sure it was happening to Anakin too--it washed over you like a sinking boat. Your fingernails pressed into the palms of your hands as you felt the dark presence of the Force twist in your stomach.

Of course, that angry feeling had to happen right in front of all of these Jedi who could (most likely) feel the energy in the room shift.

"I uh, I feel like she should be the one to take it, " Obi-Wan tilted his head towards you. He probably was doing this as he knew how you were feeling at the moment. He knew you couldn't stand to be in the presence of Anakin.

"Actually, I do believe stealth missions are more in my area of expertise. Master Windu, I do feel like I should be the one to take on this mission, " Anakin said charmingly, standing as proud as he possibly could, even though you could practically see the anger coursing through him as his hands slowly curled up into fists.

You flashed your eyes towards Anakin, not believing that he called you out like that. "Sorry Skywalker, but the last time I checked, I never break procedure when going on a mission."

"This is true, " responded Windu as he rested his chin on his knuckles.

Anakin glared at you, his hands now fully enraged. "Right, but sometimes the situation calls for the procedure to be broken. "

"Well I don't usually tend to get myself into those situations because I do as I'm ordered, " you snapped back. You could tell the other Jedi in the room were starting to get uncomfortable.

"Master Windu, with all due respect, I-"

"Fine. I'm tired of this bickering. Anakin, you get the mission. But you should take some lessons from her on how to follow orders. She is right about that, " grumbles Windu, as he quickly turns off the holo-table. "Thank you for your time, everyone. You're all dismissed. "

As the other Jedi began to leave, Obi-Wan turned to you with a disappointed look on his face. "Sorry about that. I wish I could do something."

You huffed, the anger inside you seemed to start to boil over the top. "It's fine. I'll get another mission. It's not that big of a deal."

"I suppose." He looked back at Anakin who didn't seem to be leaving, then looked back at you. "Well, I bid you farewell. "

"Thanks. Bye, Obi-Wan." You nodded to him as he left, with him closing the door behind him, the metal slid shut with a click, leaving behind only you and Anakin.

"I hate you, " you mumbled, glaring at him. "Why did you have to do that? Why did you have to embarrass me in front of master Windu and Obi-Wan?"

You could feel the fire inside of you grow, almost inhaling every single part of you. You wanted to take this fire and launch it at Anakin, hell, burn him if possible. This feeling made you want to commit all of the crimes to Anakin Skywalker right now.

"Well, thanks, I hate you too." he looks up from the blank holo-table, his eyes steamed with madness.

You approached him rapidly, the fire inside of you; driven. "Answer my question. Why did you have to embarrass me? After everything you've already achieved, you couldn't let me have this moment? This moment of relief? Every chance I get, it's ripped away by you, because you're the stupid poster boy of the Republic! Chancellor Palpatine's toy! Whenever I want to feel good about myself, you're always there to rip it away from me. You always have been!" You blurted it out, not a single word was regretted. You hated him with a passion. You were never shown the same compassion and trust by the rest of the Jedi.

Anakin darted his knife-like eyes at you, both of them piercing your soul. "How dare you talk about the Chancellor like that. He is like a father to me."

"See! You don't even think about what I said! It's all about you, " you jabbed a finger in the center of his chest. "Isn't it? You arrogant son of a bitch--I hate you!"

Anakin's jaw clenched and quickly grabbed your wrist that was poking him in the chest and moved it above your head with such power, that you were unexpectedly locked under his frame, and were swiftly pressed up against the wall, leaving you utterly surprised, and more pissed off that he had grabbed you like that.

"Oh please. Like this isn't about you? You want everything, yet you can't even get the praise because I am better than you. Admit it. " Anakin's harsh grip on your wrist was tightening, and soon even worsened as he brought your other arm up and locked it with your other wrist; now holding both of them up with his extremely strong mechanical hand, while his left hand sat on the wall beside your head, blocking you from being able to escape.

You scoffed at his remark, now wanting to escape more than ever, you tried to move your arms from under his grip, but his grip only tightened. There was no way that hand was going to let go, without you using the Force.

"Don't even think about it, " Anakin mumbled. "You're not going anywhere."

From the fire that was raging inside of you, you mustered up all of your pent up anger and pulled your knees together towards your chest, and with a hard thrust, you kicked him square in the chest, which earned you a hard grunt coming from the Jedi who held you pent up against the wall. Luckily, the forceful kick in his abdomen had sent him stumbling backward, which gave you enough time to make a run for it.

With your heart and mind racing, you made your way back to the door, but to no avail, it had been sealed shut by the Force.

Of course he would do something like that.

"You bastard, " you spat, sick and tired of him, pulling out your lightsaber. Your finger pressed on the button, letting it emit a blue blade. The ejection of the lightsaber only favored the infuriating tension in the room, your anger was almost at its breaking point. You could feel Anakin's was already over the edge, most likely because you kicked him.

Slowly, Anakin stood up off of the ground, and effortlessly, with a simple wave of his hand he turned off your lightsaber and called it to him, leaving your hands empty.

"What were you even going to do with that? Wave it around like a glow-stick?" He examines your lightsaber which now lied in his hand as he slowly made his way over to you.

You were infuriated, but most importantly, confused. You weren't sure what to do. Anakin had you cornered, literally, as he had you backed up against the wall again, and he left you out of options. He closed the entrance, he grabbed your lightsaber, and now, was once again hovering over you, treating you like you were some kind of toy. You genuinely didn't know what to do.

You had to admit that he was actually better than you, but you didn't want to give him that.

"Fuck you, " you said, unsure of what else to say while looking up right into his dark blue eyes.

"Ah, I hate you too." His eyes stared back into yours, their wickedness seemed to penetrate your thoughts as he threw your lightsaber to the side, it landing with a metal clink.

You smirked, remembering what you had heard earlier when you were leaning against the door after you left his quarters. You ran your tongue along the top row of your teeth and embraced a malicious smile. "Well, that's not what I heard earlier."

Now you were playing with a dangerous flame that could light into two separate ways, both being very dangerous. There was a part of you wanting to keep teasing him about what you had heard, but the other part was telling you to run, even though you really had no choices.

Anakin raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"

"That's right, you heard me. Or should I say, I heard you?"

Like an animal, Anakin let out a low snarl as he quickly grasped your throat, his fingers encased you, making it hard for you to breathe. "Say it." He leaned in, his lips brushing up against your ear. "What did you hear me do?"

Anakin tightened his grip on your throat, your body lets out an unexpected moan coming from the swelling pulsing of your lower abdomen.

"Is that your answer?" His voice was in your ear now--low and husky. It sent shivers throughout your body, your arms lined with goosebumps, your legs twitching from a familiar want, or need. You hadn't expected to be this flustered, especially with the other side of you telling you to kick him or run--but no, you decided to listen to that pulse.

His hand moved up from your neck and gripped your hair, moving your face up to face him, your body relentlessly let out another moan. "Is it?"

You smirked, now catching an attitude with him. "I don't know, why don't you find out?"

He smirked too, now catching on to your meaning. Anakin's hand left your hair and instead used the Force to keep it pinned against the wall. His hands traveled down from your neck and to your hips, pulling you up against him, his hard member pressed up against your pelvis, letting a gasp escape your body as he teased you with it, grinding against you through all of the fabric of your tunics.

"You see what you do to me?" He says, his lips ever so slightly against your ear, his words dripped like honey, each one lasting in your ear longer than the last one.

An evil smirk crawled on your lips as he continued to press into you. "I don't know, I don't think I see it."

He let out a low growl as one of his hands moved up to your face. His big hands grabbed your jaw and turned it to face him, your left cheek pressed up against the wall. "Mmm, I like where your heads at. But I'm afraid I'm going to be the one talking from now on, understood?"

You nodded, the pulsing had moved on from your abdomen down to your core, in need of some sort of action. To please yourself for the time being, you rubbed your thighs together to get some friction going, but was quickly stopped by a sudden use of the Force pinning your thighs up to the wall, releasing a frustrated groan from your body.

Anakin's hand moved along your jawline and once again moved your head to face him, and pressed on your chin and your lower lip, commanding you to open it. Even though you knew this, you decided to wait for an order.

His eyes narrowed as his thumb pressed harder on your bottom lip. "Open. "

Without hesitation, your mouth dropped open, waiting for a reaction. Anakin opened his mouth slightly, watching in awe as he slowly inserted his index and middle fingers of his leathered mechanical hand into your mouth.

"Suck, " he commanded, catching on to your game.

Surprisingly, as you enveloped your mouth around his fingers, you had expected to feel some sort of metal through his gloves, but instead, they felt like normal, regular fingers.

Now--unlike before--your anger had practically vanished, completely washed away, now that a different fire had started kindling between your legs, you weren't sure how this was happening. One minute you wanted to kill him, and the next, he was pressing his cock into your pelvis, while shoving two of his fingers down your throat, and you willingly sucked on them to please him.

Anakin let out a pleased hum as you sucked and swirled your tongue around his fingers, finding you very pleasing.

"Open."

Again, you opened your mouth as he pulled out his gloved fingers, a string of saliva followed by the retraction.

"Did you like that?" He smirked, his eyes lingered on your lips, imagining what you could do to his erect cock.

You nodded, licking up the rest of the saliva that happened to escape from your mouth.

"Good. "

Suddenly, your position changed as Anakin released your tensed up body, leaving you to your instincts, your hands flew to his chest, hoping to take off his tunic.

"I don't think so, " he said, his voice reaching to the pit of his stomach as he grabbed your hands and locked them behind your back with the Force, and sent your body to the ground and pinned your knees to the floor so that you sat upon them, your head now facing his crotch--strangely sending butterflies into your stomach. This man seemed to know what he was doing. "I thought you were going to be a good girl and sit still. Guess you're going to have to be pinned back again."

Oh, I don't mind, you thought, knowing perfectly well that he read your thoughts; you looked up at him to read his face, seeing that he was now running his tongue along his lips, you knew you were doing something right.

"Mmm, of course you don't, you slut, " he said, clearly amused that you were now below him, as you had the upper hand before this. Kicking him to the ground didn't seem to sit well with him. You rolled your eyes, not believing his attitude, that was until he started fumbling around with the lower half of his Jedi tunic, and soon enough, he had unwrapped his tunic to the point where only his erect member was up in front of you.

Your eyes widened at the pure sight of it, its size was more than accurate of what you had originally thought. As you watched him rub his pre-cum around his tip, you couldn't help but let out a moan as you wished that thing was pumping inside of you, and screaming his name erotically.

As soon as you thought that, Anakin instantly looked down at you, a playful smirk upon his lips. "Y'know, as long as I've known you, I never thought I'd be here doing this to you in the briefing room, but... I don't really seem to mind it."

You wanted to say something back, but before you could react, Anakin commanded you to open your mouth, and without hesitation, you did and engulfed his length, hallowing your cheeks to tighten around his girth.

As he inserted himself into your drooling mouth, he let out a groan, his eyes falling to the back of his head as he grabbed on to your hair for support. Slowly, he started thrusting, moving his length deeper and deeper into the back of your throat, your mouth becoming uncontrollably full of drool, letting it seep out on to the length of his member, the feeling emit several moans from Anakin as he pushed farther into the back of your throat.

As you continued to swallow his length, his thrusting grew faster and faster, his length now officially slamming to the back of your throat, making you gag with his dick, but you couldn't think of anything else but wanting more of him.

With what seemed like a response to your thoughts, he rapidly fixed his pace--shoving his cock into your mouth to what seemed like no end. Your lips smacked against his girthy flesh, swallowing him whole, sending your whole face into shockwaves--each moment he hit the back of your throat, there was another moment where you felt like tears were going to come flooding down your eyes from the lack of air, as well as the gagging feeling and the continuous strain he put on your throat.

With him continuing, you couldn't help but feel deprived of your needs, wondering when in the world you were going to be touched. You were so impatient-

"No. Eyes--fuck--up here. Don't, shit, do not touch yourself." He snarled, hardly comprehending even his own words. You could tell he was close as you could feel him twitching inside of your mouth, his cock throbbing every time it hit the back of your throat.

You groaned, hardly unable to control yourself. You wanted to touch yourself badly, but you weren't sure what Anakin would do if you did.

You decided to help Anakin reach his climax by bobbing your head along, your cheeks tightening around his cock, moving up and down talentedly. Your tongue danced along his length and soon was rewarded with groans and grunts coming from this so-called, Jedi. That title was a bunch of bullshit, from what you've witnessed today.

His moans continued to grow faster as your pace got faster; his cock impatiently twitching left and right, ready for him to reach his climax.

"Fuck!" He hissed, gripping your hair tighter, and somehow managing to slam his cock harder into your throat, leaving you gasping for air. "You want me to cum in your mouth?"

You let out a pleading hum, praying that you would get a taste of this man you hated so much.

Finally, at last, he let out a long groan, his body shook, his cock finally sent out one last twitch before his hot juices came into your mouth, his eyes rolled back into his head, while his mouth stood heavenly agape, all the while you accepted his taste, your tastebuds dancing to his taste.

After you finished cleaning him up, Anakin finally let you go after he tucked himself back into his pants as if he hadn't just finished fucking your mouth.

You sat against the wall, breathless, with the taste of his cum still in your mouth, in awe of what just happened. Confused, but in awe. You wondered what would happen now, from now on. What would he do? Would you avoid each other in public? No, you couldn't, that was just about impossible with how much you hung around Obi-Wan.

Anakin huffed and called his Jedi robe to him and threw it on, almost like it was nothing-- like he just finished doing nothing. Your eyes followed him, watching his every move, looking for a reaction, looking for him to talk, or say something. You sat there, slumped against the wall, watching him about to exit the room, but something stopped him as he looked down and saw your lightsaber that he had thrown earlier, laying on the floor in front of the door.

He glanced to you then quickly looked back down at the lightsaber and scoffed, remembering how you tried to attack him with your lightsaber, as if it was almost insulting to him. He stepped over your lightsaber and waved his hand to open the door, and just as quickly as he had came, he was gone.