He walked out of the hangar with you, his hand gripped your wrist harshly, walking at an unusually fast pace.

"Why are we walking so fast? I was never informed of a meeting-" His grip--for some reason--tightened on your hand, you could feel his metal fingers through the thick leather.

You winced, the pain was too unbearable. "What the hell--" You yanked your hand away from his, a red mark was visible on your wrist. Your wrist felt limp--numb from the pressure that was applied.

You stopped walking, examining your wrist. "What did you grab me so harsh for?" You turn your wrist over, making sure nothing was broken.

"Are you dumb?" He stops in the hallway, a few feet from you, his face riddled with annoyance.

"Excuse me?" You were appalled. Did he just really call you dumb? You had more sense than him. You squinted at him, not believing your ears. Did he just really insult you in front of your face?

He blinked, then rose an eyebrow. "Can you not comprehend the question I just asked you?"

And here you were, thinking you might start to hate Anakin less, but no. He's only heightened your anger towards him. You couldn't believe he called you dumb. Twice.

Your anger was the only thing in control now. It drove you to Anakin, now standing inches in front of him, anger was practically radiating off of you. You could feel it burning inside of you. "Don't insult me, Skywalker. Just because you hate my guts, does not give you the right to insult me like that. If anything, I am miles ahead of you in wit. "

He rose an eyebrow and crossed his arms. "Oh yeah? Then why aren't you chosen for any missions? Why is it always me they go to first?"

Your jaw clenched--upset with the fact that he was right. However, you knew you needed to stand your ground. "That's not true. I get chosen for missions all the time. At least I don't go rampaging about and break protocol all the time."

He lets out a low laugh and shakes his head. "Breaking protocol?" He glances around, looking for anyone who might be peering into your conversation. Thankfully, the halls were empty, as no one usually used the hangar at this time of day. His blue eyes darted into yours--you could feel your heart rate speed up as he leaned in, whispering into your ear, "At least I wasn't the one on my knees sucking someone's dick a few days ago."

He leaned back, a triumphant smirk on his face.

You couldn't believe it. He was using this against you. Then again, of course he was.

"For your information, that was your dick, Skywalker. So don't give me this bullshit," you groaned, turning away from the conversation, clearly over it.

Then of course, just as you turn away, you feel that harsh leather grip on your wrist, pulling you back to him.

You met his face again, over his attitude he was having. Looking at his facial expression, he didn't look like he was done arguing with you yet, as his jaw clenched, eyebrows furrowed.

"You're damn right it was, " he says lowly, his voice deepened with each breath. You could sense him--the conflict within him. He was angry, twisted with passion, and a need like nothing else was rising to a flame. The same thing was happening to you, except you were angrier than anything else.

You couldn't believe how he felt like he had control over you, or how he was superior to you in every way. The fact that he was proud of it being his cock in your mouth was infuriating enough--as well as those two comments insulting your intelligence. Then again, this sudden dominance of power over you didn't help your cause. You hated your womanhood for betraying your angered thoughts you were trying to push on Anakin.

"You were the one who was enjoying it," You snap, recollecting the facial expressions he was making while you sucked the living soul out of him.

Still holding on to your wrist, he grabs it and pulls you towards him, walking down the hallway with you not far behind him. It felt like you were a toddler being dragged by your parents for misbehaving.

He was silent--the only body language that could tell you what was happening was the harsh grip on your wrist while he was practically dragging you down the halls of the Jedi Temple.

You smirked, knowing you had won this argument. Now the question was, where was he taking you? Was he actually taking you to a meeting?

Silence. Not even a sarcastic remark from him. Not even a peep, or a smirk, or anything. He was driven, but by what desire, you couldn't tell. He walked forward with a purpose, his body language was threatening, terrifying even, especially with his grating grip that tore at your flesh.

"What? You're too afraid to admit that you liked it?" You smirked, but it quickly faltered as you realized he was taking you into a room.

He waved his hand in front of the metallic door and shoved you in there, quickly letting go of his grip.

You flew to the ground, landing on your shoulder with a thud as you hit the metal flooring, a loud crash followed by a raging spell inside of you.

"What the hell?!" You grit your teeth, your shoulder aching from the abrupt crash.

You looked around at your surroundings and noticed you were in a communications room--the dimly lit room was out of use, as you assumed everyone was out for dinner at the banquet hall, for now.

The room was relatively small, but a little larger than a quarters room--it was lined with computers and desks, and you just happened to be in the middle of it all, on the floor.

Anakin stepped in the room letting the door shut behind him. He crossed his arms, staring down at you, a deathly glare about his expression, except, it was curious.

"Did you know that I saw you today?"

You were still out of breath, shocked, and angry that he had thrown you down like that. "What the hell, you can't just throw me down like--"

"Did you know, that I saw you today?" He asked again, but louder, and meaner. He corrected his posture to match his tone.

You rubbed your shoulder from the pain and stood up slowly, still confused. "What?"

"I saw you today. "

"Of course you did, dumbass. You're standing right in front of me, " you mumble, dumbfounded with him, as well as angered as ever. You clenched your jaw as you held on to your shoulder--which you were sure was bruised now--that familiar angered fire rose within you, your guts twisted.

"Not like that." He flicked his eyes up and down before biting the inside of his cheek. He was watching your every move as he stood guard in front of the door.

How did he see you exactly?

"How... How did you see me then?" You could feel your heart rate speed up, as you now had an idea of how he saw you. You were scared to ask, but another side of you was pleading that he saw you exactly how you pictured.

"I saw you three times today. Does that say anything?" He rose an eyebrow, clearly taking in everything in front of him.

Immediately, you threw your mental shields up--your heart beating at an all-time rate. You knew exactly what he was thinking of. Of course, he saw you, that would explain why you saw him. But at the same time, why would you see each other now? Why not at any other time before? Was it because you were indulging in what the Force wanted? Did the Force even want this? If it was even the Force? You were sure it was, as it was the only thing you knew about that could ensure visions.

You swallowed, pursing your lips together, your hand finally dropped from your shoulder. You could feel yourself becoming a bit bolder. "If it makes you feel better, I saw you too."

"What did you see?" He asks, slowly approaching you, keeping his arms crossed across his broad chest--his eyes were pools of deep, questionable desires.

"Since you saw me three times today, tell me what you saw first. " Very bold.

He smirked, keeping his slow, predatory pace, now enabling you to back up, as he could've toppled over you if you hadn't moved. "The first time, " he started in a low, raspy voice, "You were laying in your bed, unclothed as you had just gotten out of the shower."

You remembered it perfectly, the hot water in the shower had made you think of the time Anakin had cornered you in the tent, and it made you remember one of those dreams with an alternate ending.

"You just couldn't help yourself, so you pleasured yourself, your right hand rubbed yourself while your left rubbed your nipple on one of your breasts." His eyes devoured you, looking at your body as he described you, his arms unfolded themselves and placed them at his sides. "If I remember correctly, you were moaning my name, is that right?"

You look down, ignoring his question, as you were too ashamed to admit it. You were supposed to be hating him, but your womanhood couldn't help but resist that feeling. It was maddening.

He smirks, licking his lips as he knew he won. He continues, "The second time, you were unfortunately clothed. And to think, this was right after a meeting with the Council. " He backed you up, your back hit the wall, and once again, you were in this fateful position. "Dirty thing, " he mumbles, placing a hand over your head, pressing you further against the wall. You could feel your heart beating against your sternum, your eyes averted his gaze as you were afraid you would fall for his charisma. "You sat there, this time with a pillowcase in your mouth, fingering yourself inside your pants. Your expressions were priceless, if I may say so myself."

You remembered that one too--it was a quick one before you went to lunch.

"The third time, you also had the pillowcase in your mouth. Was this to keep you from moaning?" His eyes were curious, beating into yours--a swell rose up in your stomach--your breath began to hitch as you were succumbed by his sheer dominance over you.

You nod, not opening your mouth to answer him, afraid you might say something that might provoke him.

Amused, he chuckles, taking in all of your submission, as you wilted before him. He seemed to like it when you weren't fighting back, but instead waning in his presence. You had to entertain his thoughts somehow. You knew he needed you, you could tell. He was aching for you, actually. He just didn't want to fall before you and admit it.

"I seem to also remember this one being your best orgasm..."

That was true.

"...I remember you shaking, " he leans in, his breath on your ear. His voice made you weak in the knees, "Your back arched, and even a loud moan came out of you, even if you tried muffling it with your pillowcase."

Your hands were getting fidgety. You needed to touch him, to rip his clothes off, but more importantly, you needed him to make you orgasm as if you've never orgasmed before.

"So tell me, do you think I remembered everything correctly?" He bites his lip, signaling that he knew he remembered everything correctly, that he knew what he was doing. If you could, you'd be on your knees in a flat second, you would suck this man's cock again, but you couldn't let him have that. You needed to get him to pleasure you, this time. There was something about him that made him irresistible.

Not only were your hormones getting the best of you--begging for attention--but there was something else telling you to go for it. It felt as if it was an instinct--a Force instinct; something that you felt when you were positive it was going to happen or needed to happen. A pull from the Force, as if it was tugging on your shirt to guide you to him, to let this happen.

"You feel it, don't you?" He eyes you, not breaking his curious stare. "That pull? Don't you feel it?"

You did. You did feel that pull. You wanted to indulge in it, right here, right now, but your other priorities were telling you not to. You swallowed, the feeling of indecisiveness overwhelmed you, every fiber in your being was wanting to be with Anakin, to accept this, whatever this pull was. However, your mind couldn't help but conflict and tell you not to indulge in such affairs. What were you supposed to do?

"I know I shouldn't, " he mumbles, his hands now on your body, making your heart skip a beat. The sudden attention made your core pulse--you needed him. His large hands made their way down your body, traveling down your back with such anticipation that when they reached your thighs, he grabbed them abruptly and pulled them up to where you were off of the ground--shockwaves of impatience were now soaring through your thoughts. "But I can't resist it, " his words were mumbled as he pressed his lips against your neck, biting your skin with his teeth, sucking and pulling--moans emitting from your body as he took over you.

"I'm going to make you cum harder than you came for yourself, is that understood?" He breathed in between bites, that were sure going to leave bruises there tomorrow, each one traveling lower and lower.

"Yes, " you breathed, as he reached for your utility belt, ripping it off of you and throwing it behind him, the belt landing with a thud against the metal flooring.

Your insides rejoiced as he finally started reading your mind, giving you the attention that you wanted.

Instantly, you felt a sensation zero in on your core, but you weren't sure what was happening. Whatever it was, it was pleasing as the sensation quickly intensified, a moan escaping your mouth unexpectedly.

He chuckled at that, seeming that this sensation you were feeling was obviously his doing as he stripped you of your Jedi clothes, the garments fell to the floor one by one, until finally you were bare, alone in your underwear.

You sat there, held by his hands, his grip tightened on your thighs. You could tell he wanted to completely devour you as his eyes darkened, sucking in every ounce of your being, taking in your full form.

His mind was racing with thoughts, trying to decide what to do with you, until finally, his grip tightened even more as he lifted you up from the wall, and carried you over to a cluttered desk, that soon wasn't cluttered anymore as he used the Force to fling everything off of it in order to make room to lay you down on it.

Your heart pounded against your chest as you laid against the cold, metal desk, waiting for something to happen to you, until--

"Fuck!" You hissed, mad that Anakin was disobeying your needs, as he stood back, amused at your pain that he wasn't touching you, and instead used the Force to stimulate your breasts, as well as rubbing your clit with it.

He propped his arm on his other one, while he rubbed his chin, enjoying the pure, sinful sight of your nature. His eyebrows were raised, a sly smirk played upon his lips, knowing that you were needing physical attention.

Angrily, you sat up from the desk to give Anakin a piece of your mind but were quickly shoved back down, and pinned back down by his use of the Force.

Your heart rate sped up as his pace with rubbing your clit sped up, your mind racing with abusive insults to Anakin, hoping that he would hear them, and give you some sort of attention, other than this playful shit he was giving you.

"Instead of shouting insults at me, tell me what you want me to do to you, " he commanded, his jaw clenching. You could tell some of the insults you thought were making him mad, solely by the way his face now looked unamused.

You swallowed, the tone of his voice sent shivers down your spine, turning you on even further. You had to admit, that was one nice thing about him. His commanding voice never failed to impress you, even outside of your affairs. "Touch me. " That's all you wanted, any form of contact would suffice for you.

He raised an eyebrow and approached you, the Force came to a halt. He stood before you while you laid on the desk--eyeing you intently, looking you up and down--eyes, filled with lust, a craving for your taste.

His hands grabbed your thighs again and spread them apart forcefully, following your instructions--he pressed his fingers against your center, rubbing over your underwear in small circular motions, a gasp emitted from your mouth from the contact--a throbbing sensation filled your cunt. You leaned your head back and bit your lip as he now towered over you--his right hand working magic with your cunt as his left hand leaned on the desk, his sturdy body leaned over you, his lips curled into a smirk as he watched the facial expressions of pleasure wash over you.

"Wow, you're so wet for me already, " he chuckles, then pauses as you moan again. "You like that?" He said into your ear, his hot breath sent more chills down your spine.

You moaned in response as he pushed your underwear aside, the black leather glove met with your clit--this weird sensation of different textures induced yet another moan.

He chuckled, amused, then shook his head. "Use your words. Is this what you imagined, three times today?"

His fingers quickened along with your breathing pattern. "Yes, yes, this is what I imagined, " you moaned again, this time inserting a finger--your mouth opened from the sudden feeling of bliss now coursing through your veins. 

With the use of the Force, he unclipped your bra and threw it with the rest of your clothes, leaving the top half of your body completely nude. He licked the top row of his teeth, before letting out a heavy breath--clearly invested with the sight in front of him. He bent down completely, his mouth now around the nipple of your left breast, sucking and pulling--your senses now heightened because of this full sensation. With his fingers at work, and his mouth tugging and pulling at you in the most pleasing way, your body shook and heaved in every way possible, showing how much you appreciated his touch.

His tongue worked diligently around your breasts, switching to each one to treat them with equal care.

You really couldn't think this could better until he inserted another finger inside of you, increasing the pace of his fingers pumping inside of you, as well as rubbing your clit at a faster pace.

At this, you moaned again, but louder than your previous ones.

"Say my name when you moan, " he growls lowly as he looks up at you from your breast, then quickly returning to his job.

Don't need to tell me twice, you think, your chest heaving up and down from the sheer amount of euphoria running through your bones.

"Do it then."

Anakin quickened his pace again on your clit, the feeling of your orgasm tightened in your stomach. You were going to cum alright--and even better than you had before you came in your own quarters earlier today.

"Fuck, Anakin!" You moaned, your hands gripped his shoulders that sat below you.

You feel him smirk against your skin, rewarding you with his tongue circling your nipple, flicking it to send out more pleasurable shockwaves to your cunt, that throbbed ever so violently from the continuous amount of activity that circled down there.

"Anakin!" You moan again, your back arching from your climax that you were nearing, your eyes shut tight as you neared it, you were so close. "Anakin--fuck! I'm close!"

He nods, his mouth leaving your breasts, now instead, his tongue traced your skin, traveling down your sternum and to your stomach, trailing down to your center until he was on his knees--this new sensation sent you over the edge, your breathing picked up, his fingers working miracles--you could feel it, the tightening of your stomach, your back arched, your legs shook as you let out the loudest moan you could muster, yelling out Anakin's name, your face twisted into the most ungodly expression imaginable, and with the last cursing of Anakin's name, you felt those hot juices escape your body, it shook violently as you came--the promise made by Anakin had been fulfilled.

"Fuck, " he hissed, as he watched you cum for him, the feeling of accomplishment made him smirk that he had done his job right.

You opened your eyes--your breathing pattern had returned to normal, as well as the pace of your heart.

You looked at Anakin to look for any sort of reaction, and surprisingly, he took his fingers out of you and looked at the wet mess you had caused.

He looked back at you and saw you had been gazing at him, so he got up from his knees and stood up, now hovering over you. He looked at his fingers, then glanced down back at you--your heart rate sped back up--his features always were pleasing to you.

Keeping eye contact with you, he dipped his fingers into his mouth, sucking on them, swirling them around in his mouth until they were clean, leaving his mouth with a satisfying pop.

"You taste so good, " He mumbles, leaning back down and starts peppering your chest with bites and kisses, leaving hickeys like he had done with your neck not too long ago, sending your body limp with impatience, a moan leaping from your ecstasy.

"You liked that?" He chuckles against your skin before his lips left it to look up at you.

You nodded. "Yes, I did, " you clarified, admiring his lustful drive to please you.

"Good." Instantly, he moves down and returns to your cunt, his tongue working talentedly at cleaning you up, as well as pleasuring you. It seemed like he wanted to make you cum again, with the way his tongue dragged against your sensitive nub, cleaning up all of your juices, tasting very crevice of you, enjoying every inch of your body.

You moaned his name, enjoying this, although you weren't sure if you could handle another round.

You sat upon your elbows--now apparently free from the Force hold--looking at Anakin to see what he was doing, or moreover, to see if he had any more reactions for you, as you sensed an uncomfortable tinge in the Force, which you were certain was coming from him.

To your assumption--you were right. You saw him, his gloved hand on your thigh, his face enjoyed your taste, while his left hand palmed himself.

Your eyes widened as you saw his member practically poking through the fabric. No wonder he was trying to make you throb again--it was working--but you couldn't help but notice his sheer uncomfortable state as he ate you out.

He stopped and stood up, hovering over your as he had earlier--his hair cascaded down in front of you--eyes wandering your body.

"I'm going to make you cum again, " his right-hand grabs your face and runs an index finger over your lips, your chest rising up from curiosity once again. "I told you I'd make you cum harder than you would make yourself."

With the sound of his low, raspy voice, you couldn't help but whimper at the thought of him slamming his dick inside of you--you would cast curses of his name, yelling in pleasure, with that in thought, you silently thanked the fact that all the walls in the Jedi Temple were soundproof.

You raised an eyebrow, a few mischievous thoughts crossed your mind as Anakin hovered over you.

Using the Force, you turned on him, using it to play with him, his cock throbbed with your use of the Force.

"Fuck, " he moaned in your ear, clearly not expecting you to do that as he was the one who usually played games with you.

However, this playful session was quickly ended as he gripped your hair and grabbed your throat--his eyes baring down into yours.

"No,  you're mine. I get to decide what's going to happen, is that clear?" He fixed his eyes into yours, trying to recover from what you just did--he asserted his dominance once again by grasping your throat, in fact, choking you--but not in the way to hurt you, instead, he pushed at the sides of your neck, sending a high to your brain.

"Yes, " you breathed, surprised with his immediate response.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, I understand."

"Yes, who?"

Bastard. He loved hearing his name apparently. "Yes, I understand, Anakin."

He smirks and let's go of your throat, the high soon ended after the release, leaving you in complete shock. "Good girl."

Now that nickname made your cunt throb, especially with his smooth voice that made you want to squirm underneath him.

Anakin let go of your hair and pressed his lips to your skin once again, the process starting all over, except, this time, he reached for his utility belt, snatching it off, and throwing it across the room.

Was he undressing?

He stood up straight and looked at you--locking eyes with you, a solemn but charismatic expression conquered his features. His hands went to his black leather armor that covered his chest, grabbing it firmly and lifted it over his head, tossing it to the side.

Your heart fluttered as you watched him undress, waiting for those perfect, sculpted abs you saw at the campsite that one time--to be in front of you, hovering over you, glistening with sweat even. You bit your lips at this thought, watching him remove the rest of the fabric from his body, pleasing your eyes with the aesthetic of his broad shoulders, and his well-toned arms.

You could hardly wait for him to be on top of you.

"Wow, thinking back to the campsite I see?" He chuckles, the top half of his body finally bare.

You raised an eyebrow, nodding. "Sorry, I couldn't help myself."

He climbs on top of you, hovering over you directly. "And here I thought you hated me then."

"I did, I still do, but that doesn't mean I couldn't appreciate your features."

He shrugs. "Fair enough. I hated, and still hate you, but fuck, are you a sight," he says, his lips on your right breast, while he uses the Force to stimulate your nipple on your left one.

Your eyes widened, not just at the feeling, but at his words--that he thought you were, "a sight". He thought you were pretty, and that itself sent butterflies into your stomach.

He grabbed your face again, looking into your eyes with a stern expression. "Don't let that get to your head."

There, of course, he still had to be an asshole. He wouldn't even let you have this one moment where you thought you were somehow a little bit valid in his eyes--

And there it was, the Force, using it on your cunt, playing with the sensitive nub on your clit--your womanhood betrayed your slight anger as it sent out more throbbing sensations.

At this point, you were growing impatient. You couldn't just sit there any longer, you needed him to be inside of you, pounding you, hitting your g-spot every time. You knew he could, he was big enough for it.

"Fuck, Anakin, " you moaned. "Just fuck me, please."

He looked up, surprised with your sudden outburst of words, but needless to say, he wasn't about to refuse that request. "Say less."

He stood up straight, his cock firmly pressed up against the fabric of his pants. With a single tug of his pants, he takes out his cock--its size always seemed to impress you every time.

Without looking at you, he rubs the pre-cum around on his dick and bites his lip from his own touch, and not only that but from the thought of him being inside of you made him twitch.

Thank the Force these metal desks were bolted to the floor.

He climbs back on top of you, his perfectly sculpted abdomen hovered over you, while he licked his lips, eyeing you.

You wait, but suddenly, and without warning, he slams into you, pounding his cock inside of you, filling you up as quickly as possible.

You curse, your hands flying up to Anakin's firm back for support as he thrusts violently inside of you, scraping at his skin, he grunts at that, enjoying the pain your nails gave him as they dug into his skin.

Strings of moans and curse words flew from your mouth as he hit your core each time, going in and out, in and out, wanting to see the sight of pure pleasure and pain on your face.

Your face contorts in all different directions, unable to contain the pleasure that was thrusted upon you, you moan Anakin's name, hoping that would reward him in some sort of way.

He smirks, his head buried in your neck, occasionally biting at your skin--moans emitting from your mouth, from all of the pain and pleasure combined into one. This is what you imagined.

"Oh fuck," he mumbles into your ear--his moans were a symphony--every phrase he spat out, every time he moaned your name brought you more pleasure.

You could feel his cock inside of you, filling you up more and more each time, as if he time you were trying to get used to him and his size. You admit, when he was slamming his cock in your throat, you didn't think it was too bad, but now--now that he was slamming himself inside of you, you were beginning to reconsider your thought process.

"Holy shit--Anakin!" You yell as he hits the g-spot, over and over again, sending intense feelings of ecstasy throughout your body--your core, throbbing, your body shook, your stomach turned from the feeling. You threw your head back from the pleasure, opening your mouth in awe as he filled you up, excited that you were nearing your climax.

"Don't hate me now so much, do you?" He chuckles, his lips latching on to your skin, sending you into overdrive.

You couldn't help but chuckle at that, "Fuck you, " another moan escaped your body.

That got him to snicker but soon was followed by a curse word as he felt the walls of your cunt tighten around his cock, signaling that you were closing in on your orgasm. "Shit, you feel so good," he mumbled into your ear, his low voice once again made you spiral.

Sure enough, with a few more thrusts, you were sure you were going to cum. He grips your hair, pushing you over the edge, you could feel your body shake with glee, as the knot in your lower abdomen built up, his pace quickened, getting more and more sloppy with each second--his posture faltering--you could tell he was close too as he moaned your name in strings of emotions, filled with passion and anger and frustration-- he was so close to finishing, and you were too--you could feel it.

Your back arched as you felt it, your toes curled. "Anakin, oh fuck, I'm going to-"

"Fuck!" He hisses under his breath, picking up his sloppy pace. "You want to cum?"

"Yes!" You scream, tilting your head back, your eyes rolled back, fingers gripping on to his shoulders--there wasn't anything else you wanted but to cum.

"You want me to cum?" His words were harsh--a sincere want forced them out of his mouth.

"Yes!"

"Beg for it."

"Please, let me cum! Fill me up Anakin!" You beg, your body twisted in knots, ready to release your juices, ready to feel that shaking feeling of ecstasy.

"Good girl, " he mumbles in your ear, smirking at your plead.

Finally, unable to contain himself, he lets out a very loud moan, his body shaking as he came, soon followed by you--nails, dug deep into his skin, back arched, toes curled, face squeezed shut in the pure pleasure of cumming the second time by him today.

Just like that, both of your liquids mixed together as he came inside of you, the room was hot with ecstasy and euphoria, as the sounds of sex had quieted down, only to the point where you were left with heavy breathing, listening to each other's high, feeding off of one another's energy.

Slowly, Anakin pulls himself up from you and makes eye contact with you, his perfect blue eyes raked you up and down. Without a single word, he pulls out of you and tucks himself back into his pants.

He takes his fingers and wipes them at your core, a shiver sent down your spine, as he takes your combined liquids and holds up his fingers for you to see.

"Sit up."

You follow his command and sit upright, to where your face met Anakin's chest.

"Open."

You raise an eyebrow and do as you're told, opening your mouth.

He slides his fingers inside your mouth. "Suck."

You close your mouth and do so, following his every order. You taste your liquids mixed with his, enjoying the flavor of the sinful fruit.

You suck and suck, moving your tongue around his fingers, cleaning them off completely.

"Swallow."

With that, you follow his orders and swallow the liquids, listening to him as if you were a clone trooper, and he was the general.

"Good girl." He retracts his fingers from your mouth, a string of drool accompanied them, but that didn't seem to be an issue for him as he just licked it off his own fingers.

"I'll leave first. I don't sense anyone out in the halls right now, as it's way past bedtime, " he says casually, as he quickly gets dressed, slipping on his robes, then his armor and then his utility belt, just as fast as he had taken them off.

He looks at you one last time in your full form, taking in every aspect of you. "You should get some sleep."

You watched, unable to grasp at his audacity to just leave you here, without even saying a nice, thank you, or, even, thank you for letting me fuck you, or whatever. Not even a wink was going to come from him.

"Fine, asshole, " you mumble, crossing your arms, feeling insecure now that he was fully clothed, and his attitude had ruined the setting.

He smirks, knowing exactly what you wanted, but he wasn't willing to give it to you. "We hate each other, remember?"

He stepped over your pile of clothes, and made his way to the door. "Let's try and keep it that way, for our sake."

You were about to snap back at him, but just before you could, he waved his hand in front of the metal door and left, the lights turning off.

Just like that, you were left alone, sitting on a cold, metal desk, in the dark.