Another day went by.

You spent every minute of it worrying your mind about Anakin Skywalker this, Anakin Skywalker that. Even worse, Obi-Wan this, Obi-Wan that.

You were paranoid out of your mind. Did Obi-Wan know? If he did, he would've told the Council by now, and you would be sitting in deep mud. Surprisingly, the most you've gotten from the Council was an offer to train a padawan. They didn't even look at you strangely when they offered you a chance to gain your rank of master.

That was how it was done anyway. You train a padawan to their knighthood and you become a master. That was something you've looked forward to your entire life, until now, only because of Anakin. Gods, he always had to ruin something for you. Every time you strived to do something, or something good for yourself, the topic of Anakin came up out of nowhere and always managed to ruin your day.

Just the other day for example, when you were helping Obi-Wan with the younglings, the topic of Anakin had to come up and ruin the light fun you were having, and now, you and Obi-Wan aren't even on speaking terms. Even just a few minutes ago when you exited the Council Chambers, telling them that you'd have to think about the offer for a padawan, just because some guy by the name of Anakin had worried you.

Then again, you did remember the constant competition you had with Anakin. Maybe training a padawan to knighthood and gaining your master title could be something that could make him envy you. Even Anakin wasn't able to complete that task as his padawan had resigned. Maybe this could be your big break away from Anakin.

If you trained a padawan, then you could truly be free from having to worry about the constant bitterness that swapped between the two of you. Instead of having your mind possessed by the sinful thoughts of Anakin, you would be focused on your padawan.

Maybe this was a better offer than you thought.

Even then, you were sure that wouldn't stop the sexual feelings towards him.

You had managed to figure out distractions to get rid of the hatred feelings towards him, but in the end, you always felt sexually attracted to him. Maybe it was because he dicked your throat the other day.

In fact, you couldn't stop thinking about that at all. Every time you were alone in your quarters meditating, that image of him moaning in your ear and fucking your mouth made you throb. It made you throb so much that you just said fuck it and started masturbating to it.

The scene was so vivid in your mind that it was so lifelike. You couldn't help finger yourself from the wild thoughts that had entered your mind. And every time, you imagined it was him fingering you, it was him making you cum every time. The image was so plain in your mind that you just couldn't help yourself.

Even now, as you just finished yourself for the third time today.

You bit down on the pillowcase that you took off of your pillow, letting a long, yet muffled moan as you orgasmed, your hips bucked upwards, legs shaking from the abrupt heat that escaped your body, your liquids falling on to the bedsheets.

You breathed from the ecstasy, taking out the pillowcase from your mouth, not believing in your sinful nature. What was going on with you? You felt the need for sex with Anakin all the time, yet you despised him. He was a literal asshole to you, and yet, you wanted him inside of you.

You rolled your eyes and looked down at your womanhood, disgusted with yourself. The conflicting emotions in you were driving you insane with a burdening feeling. You knew you weren't supposed to be doing this, but you couldn't resist it.

It was strange, the feeling. The Force was practically telling you that you needed Anakin. Every time you were meditating, you could feel some sort of pull, which you would always follow, and every time you did, it always led to vivid visions of him violently thrusting inside of you.

You would sit there and watch, letting your womanhood throb with anticipation, or shake with need.

You genuinely didn't know what else to do about these feelings other than masturbating, or, get Anakin to solve these problems for you, but you knew you weren't ballsy enough for that. Plus, as far as the Council knew, you still hated him. You needed to keep that reputation, or else they could suspect something is up. You wouldn't doubt Obi-Wan is already suspicious.

He was on that mission to Felucia anyway. It's not like he could be here instantly. Except, if he stayed on schedule, he should be back today.

Ugh.

The thought of Anakin being in the Jedi Temple made you wince.

But you couldn't let these thoughts burden your mind forever. You were busy. You had to go see La'Sara about your astromech. Before you had masturbated, she called you in via comlink, telling you to come down to the hangar.

Besides, you hadn't talked to her in a while, it would be nice to talk to someone who wasn't on the Jedi Council.

You cleaned up your surroundings and got dressed quickly, sliding on your robes and your boots with ease. Putting on the same outfit every day required almost no effort.

You walked out of your quarters, and quickly made your way down the corridors, hoping that no one would recognize your post ecstasy aura. Not that anyone would, but it still worried you. Everything you were doing was worrying, you had never been so stressed before. You couldn't even mediate to release the stress because it would just lapse into another orgasm session.

You quickly arrived at the hanger, the big, vast opening that led to the outside world of Coruscant was refreshing. You could tell that the stress of the Temple was getting to you.

"Hey!"

You turned around and saw your Twi-Leck friend, La'Sara, waving at you for you to come forward to her. You smiled, recognizing your friend whom you haven't seen in a while. Her unforgettable colorful lekku popped out in the crowd of dull red and white Republic colors splattered on endless rows of ships and landing strips.

You walked up to La'Sara, as she sat in her workspace, hovering over a metal desk cluttered with tools, droid parts, and things you couldn't even begin to name.

"You called?" You asked, then quickly regretted it as you skipped the informalities. You hoped you didn't sound rude.

She nodded. "Yes, there's a problem with your astromech, and I can't seem to diagnose the problem, so I was hoping you would give me a run-down of what happened with him last."

She sat down on her hover-chair and pulled the astromech from under her desk, which seemed to be missing their head. It was strange seeing a droid without their most identifiable part. You didn't know what you expected to look like underneath the droid's head, but you surely didn't expect a mess of unorganized wires placed in unfamiliar places.

"Well, the last time R3 and I were together, nothing serious was happening, that I know of. "

"Were you under heavy fire at some point?" She questioned, poking and prodding at some of the internal wires that the droid contained.

"Yes, but that was weeks ago. I don't understand how this issue could come up now."

She looked up at you, almost appalled.

"What?"

"You do know that not everyone can run a thorough diagnosis of every astromech in this station in just a matter of days, correct?" She looked like she was on the edge of rolling her eyes.

You felt a pang of embarrassment hit you like a brick. Now you probably were starting to sound like an ass. This was another friendship you couldn't afford to lose. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I uh, I had no clue. "

She waves it off. "Yeah, it's fine. If you could just tell me what happened, that would be great."

You thought back to what happened, hardly able to remember anything, especially with the stressful occurrences that were happening to you. "Well, at one point, my droid was with me on that freezing planet of Mygeeto, " you felt chills cross your body, remembering that awful feeling of being in the cold. You seriously thought you would never get out of there. "R3 was in the cold a numerous amount of times. The poor little guy fell under the ice at one point, he was submerged underwater, but he was fine after we rescued him."

She holds up a finger before you and flips a panel open to reveal another pattern of complicated wires and fuses. She grabs a tool that was laying on her desk and turns back around to play around with the wires, intertwining different colors and different textures together to see if she would get any feedback from the droid.

"Continue, " she mumbles, her focus clearly more on the colorful set of wires that was embedded in the droid.

"Also, before we landed on Callos, we were under heavy fire from the Separatist blockade that was over the planet. R3 could've gotten hit by something while we were out there. " That mission on Callos was terrifying. Mostly because Anakin Skywalker had joined in the last minute, ruining your perfectly constructed plan, also because you hated each other more than you do now.

"Did anything else happen on Callos?" She continues, not looking back up at you.

Your heart stopped, your mind flashing back to Anakin cornering you in the tent--his sweaty body played with your mind, overwhelming you with a mixture of emotions. You knew she wasn't asking about Anakin, but the memory still couldn't stay hidden. "When we were finished for the night, I believe one of my clones shut him down for the night. He was charging him."

"Hmm. " She leans back and examines the droid. "Honestly, I think your droid is just dead. I can't tell you how many times I've charged him, or cleaned him, or ran my usual diagnosis tests, but it just seems to me that it's just dead."

Your heart sunk. After just getting used to R3, you had to switch to another astromech? It was always your luck you got the wonky droids. "Again? Maybe you guys should stop giving me bad droids." You mumbled that last part. You had always been petty that somehow, whenever you were given something, it was always like a "last thought" sort of thing.

"Ugh, I know you always end up with the bad products. I always try and recycle them, but the rest of my team insists on wearing them out to their fullest capability until we actually have to scrap them for parts, " she scratches the back of her neck. You could tell she felt bad about your situation.

"But why me? Why not... I dunno, Obi-Wan, or something."

She laughs. "Why, you got something against Master Obi-Wan?"

"No, " you blurt out, almost too quickly.

She raises an eyebrow and crosses her arms. "That sounded fake. What's going on with you and Master Obi-Wan?" She could read you too well.

"Well, " you sigh. You knew you had to tell her something eventually. "Obi-Wan and I kinda argued the other day... And now we aren't on speaking terms. The only time we've spoken today was when I was in a meeting with the Jedi Council, not too long ago. He just asked me a question, and that was it. "

"Jeez, that's got to be some argument if even Obi-Wan isn't willing to seek you out and apologize to you."

She was right. It was probably because you were in the wrong. You did lie to him, and snap at him. He was very hurt when he left that conversation. You don't think you've ever felt so heartbroken before.

You shrug. "Yeah... It's probably because I'm the one who should be apologizing."

"You should probably do that as soon as possible. You guys were great friends, I'd hate to see a petty argument ruin your guy's relationship." She nods at you expectantly.

You were practically kicking yourself. You knew she was right. It wasn't even the Jedi way to hold grudges. You couldn't believe how you were behaving--you felt like you were acting like a child.

"Anyway, " she continues. "How are you? We haven't spoken in a while."

"Oh, I've been..." You clutched your head, a rigorous, painful ache surged through your skull. What the hell? "I um..."

A sudden feeling of wooziness enveloped your body. It felt like you were about to faint--you stumbled, losing your balance, you gripped on to her desk for support.

"Oh my god, are you okay?" She asked, her voice barely audible.

The ache tore at your skull, faint images of something or someone flashed through your mind. What was going on?

La'Sara stood up quickly, her face quickly dwindled of her friendly expression to a dreadful concern. "Hey, hey, are you alright?"

You shook your head, your throat becoming parched. "I um..." Your head began to throb, almost like someone was slamming your head constantly on to a metal door. "I think I'm just dehydrated. "

"Do you need to see a medical droid?"

You shook your head, not wanting to cause any more trouble. "No, no... I think I'm just going to..." More flashes of dark, unreadable images spun in your mind. "...I think I'm just going to go to the refresher."

Without saying goodbye, you ran to the nearest refresher, your stomach twisted into knots--the familiar kind, the ones that usually started before you saw Anakin. The ones of hatred.

You barged into the refresher, the bare, white-tiled floors and walls brought you more at ease.

You walked up to the sink and turned the faucets on--splashing that cold, refreshing water on to your face, hoping it would cure you of this terrible feeling.

It seemed the water worked--strangely, the feeling had vanished. What just happened?

Unfortunately, that feeling was short-lived as the pain came crawling back, you desperately tried splashing your face with more water, but it was useless.

You closed your eyes, now seeing light come into this vision--the images now more apparent.

You couldn't make it out, but now you could hear something, something faint.

Despite the growing pain in your skull, you turned off the water and focused on the sounds coming from the image.

You wondered if this was an image coming from the Force, as you felt those angry knots form again, more apparent than what you had last felt them.

Focusing on the image, you gravitated towards the Force, pulling yourself forward until you could come into full view of the image.

You pulled and pulled, searching, looking for some sort of sign, pulling and pulling until--

Until now you found it.

You were standing in a room, a small room for that matter. It was tight and small, only consisting of a bed, and a person lying on the bed.

You squinted, realizing that you yourself were in the vision, not just looking at it. The person's back was turned to you, so you couldn't make out who it was. However, the noises that were coming from them were male, that you were sure of.

The blurry state of the image didn't help with the fact that you couldn't identify them, so you took a closer step, the image became more clear each time you did so.

At that moment, the image became clear to you: Anakin Skywalker, sat on his bed, making soft, incoherent noises--his actions became clear to you as you gasped--really hoping that he didn't hear you--you quickly covered your mouth in your hand, even though that didn't stop the loud noise that escaped your mouth.

Your heart was pounding--afraid of walking up to him, afraid of touching him, or making another noise. You felt like you couldn't move.

Instead of stopping as you expected, he kept going--the sound of his hands met with the sound of his skin, it continuously grew faster as you could tell he was nearing his climax.

You settled down, your body now feeling relaxed, and turned on now that you didn't feel like you were being body slammed into a steel ship.

His husky, breathy noises were gaining your curiosity.

You walked around to the other side of the bed, now feeling a little bolder now that you knew Anakin couldn't see you--or hear you for that matter--to see his physical state.

And of course, his facial expressions perfectly complimented his actions. His heavy breathing matched his movements, his hip thrusting, and his fast-paced hand pumped on his cock, his member throbbed.

On your side, you couldn't help but feel attracted to this. Even though he was pumping himself off, you couldn't help but feel a spark light between your legs as you watched his abstract facial expressions burst from pleasure.

You bit your lip, curious as to what he was thinking about, or who he was thinking about, especially since he looked like he was enjoying himself too much.

He sat in the dark, alone, pumping himself, moans escaped his mouth, followed by a faster pace in his chest rising up and down.

With your core starting to throb, you wanted to touch yourself, but you weren't sure that it would work in this vision. Besides, you wanted to do it in front of him. It would be useless to just touch yourself for the fourth time in isolation today.

As Anakin's hand flew faster, his breath grew quicker, his mouth flew into an open shape, his eyes rolled to the back of his had, his body quivered as he finally finished himself off, his juices leaked all over his chest, leaving his white seed all over his Jedi armor.

You smirked, a feeling of pleasure soared over your body, wrapping you in full heat. You hadn't ever been more turned on before--seeing Anakin Skywalker finish was probably the hottest thing you had ever laid your eyes on.

The image of him faded--soon it turned to black, and you were sucked back into reality--you opened your eyes and looked at your surroundings, realizing that you had collapsed on to the floor, your body soon relieved from the pain.

You sat up from the cold tiles and rubbed your forehead, wondering if that was even real. Was it? Why wouldn't it be? Or was the Force just giving you another dream?

No, it couldn't be that. Your dreams were just dreams--they didn't give you violent headaches, or a parched throat--no, it had to be some sort of vision, you were sure of it. The question was; was it one of the future, or was it one of the present?

You stood up, realizing your body felt sane again. You wiped your face from the water with your sleeve and made your way out of the refresher and back to the hangar where La'Sara was.

"Are you any better?" She asks, a tinge of distress in her tone.

"Yes, I'm fine, " you reply, now a bit more confident.

"Okay... " She sits back down in her hoverchair. "Anyway... So, it looks like you just need a new droid. I'll see what I can do to steal you a brand new one."

You smile, a feeling of ease washed over you. "Thank you. I'm tired of feeling like the last choice around here."

She cocked an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"It's just that... I'm just as good as everyone else, and yet, they always come to me as a last resort. Why is that?"

"Because Anakin Skywalker is better than everyone else, so he's always the first person to be chosen for anything, " she mumbles, as if she didn't like him either.

Shocked, you raise your eyebrows at her sudden tone. "Oh wow, you hate him too?"

She sighs in relief as if someone could finally relate to her struggles. "Yes! Everyone's always talking about Anakin Skywalker this, Anakin Skywalker that. I get he deserves high praise, but it's endless! Especially around here. He's nice and all, it's just that I'm tired of hearing his name pop up in every conversation. Plus, he gets too arrogant for his own good sometimes, plus he's filled with bravado--"

"So much bravado!" You agree, chuckling.

"Yes! And he gets very cocky sometimes," She finishes with a huff and a crossing of her arms.

Almost too cocky, you think, that word having two different meanings to you now.

"Say, how do you know him anyway? Do you fix his astromech or does someone else do it?"

She shakes her head. "No, Anakin always fixes his own astromech, unless he doesn't have the time then he takes it to me. I just know him cause whenever he's bored around the hangar, he always ends up talking to the closest person available, and that's usually me cause I'm always here. We always end up talking about droid parts and whatnot."

You raised your eyebrows. You didn't know Anakin was fluent in fixing droids. "I had no clue he did that kind of stuff. " It was probably because you absolutely hated each other's guts, and you didn't bother to get to know one another.

She shrugged. "Yeah, he gets bored easily. He's always doing something with droids, or just fixing stuff. He likes to get his hands dirty."

Well I know that.

Immediately, you saw a rush of aircraft marshallers run back and forth in the landing strip, their orange vests drew the most attention to them.

"Looks like someone's coming in to land, " She mumbles, getting out of her chair to see what all the fuss was about.

You follow her as you near the landing strips, seeing the marshallers wave their orange signals, directing the ships.

Republic transport ships followed in one by one, then, of course, followed by a yellow Jedi star-fighter.

Anakin was here.

"Speak of the devil, " you mumble, crossing your arms.

All of the ships landed in their spots, each pilot hopped out of their transports, your eyes followed each one, until your eyes landed on Anakin's ship.

"Why do you hate him?" She whispers to you, turning away from Anakin's ship. You turn as well, not wanting to look like you were watching him.

"We just don't get along, " you tell her, the both of you walked back to her desk. La'Sara sits down in her hoverchair.

"So can you guys work together? At all?"

You shrug. "Sometimes. Sometimes it ends up in arguments, or sometimes we choose to be more professional than choosing to argue with one another."

"Hello ladies."

Your breath hitches, as you hear that smooth voice of his. It was so sudden, you didn't know Anakin had come up behind you.

"Oh, hi Anakin, " La'Sara replies, startled that Anakin was suddenly there too.

Anakin moves past you, his hand grazed past your waist, sending a spark of aggravated chills down your spine.

He turns his head towards you, a smirk tugged at his lips. "What? You're not going to say anything to me?"

You roll your eyes, that tense feeling started to kick in. "No."

"What a shame." He turns his head back to La'Sara who sat in her hoverchair, Who was amused with the fact that you disliked Anakin so much that you wouldn't even greet him properly. At least La'Sara had the decency to be fake. "What are you working on this time?"

She turns to your astromech, R3 and points at him. Her lack of amusement in her facial expression showed just how done she was with the astromech. "Have at it, " she said casually, as if she's let Anakin do this several times.

And of course, Anakin grabs a few tools and gets to work.

You watch him, admiring him as you've never seen this side of him before.

He worked with the droid meticulously, his mind gathers the information needed as he pokes and prods around on the droid, his hands flew faster than his mind as he's been through this operation before, possibly several times.

It was interesting to see a side of him that wasn't working, or being rude, or being an asshole--instead, this just made him seem like a regular guy.

Finally, after he was done, he put the tools down to the side and turned back around to face La'Sara. "I've got your diagnosis. "

She raised an eyebrow, thoroughly impressed. You had to admit, you were too. "Oh really? What is it?"

"It's polarity sink is damaged. I'm not sure how, but it is. It also doesn't help that the fact that because it's damaged, it's the reason why the power couplings won't turn on, to run the droid's motor. Without those two, no motor means not turning on," He explains, shrugging, as if it was a simple problem anyone could've fixed.

She groans and facepalms herself. "It's every time, I forget the polarity sink." She looks at the droid then looks back up at Anakin. "Wish you were helping us fix droids, Skywalker. We would get things done a lot quicker than we usually do."

Don't boost his ego, you think, wanting to roll your eyes, but you don't, simply because La'Sara said it.

Anakin glints his eyes towards you as if he heard you, before he flashes her a reassuring smile. "I appreciate it, but fixing droids is just a hobby of mine. Being a Jedi is an honor of mine I don't appreciate too much. You're perfectly fine at your job, there's nothing to worry about."

"Thank you. I appreciate it, " she smiles, thanking him.

He nods in response before making his way back over to you, he hand grazes against your back once again. You could feel a tightening in your stomach, although you weren't sure of its origins.

"Now if you excuse us, we have a meeting to attend, " he nods at La'Sara, flashing a charismatic smile.

You looked up at him, confused."We do?"

"Yes. Now walk with me."