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Our Secret

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(Y/n)'s POV
"I don't want to see this off of you ever again." Anakin adjusted the blue gem into my braid, his eyes focused as he made the final touches to tie everything into place. The ribbon blended well into my hair and the gem hung low and rested against my shoulder.

Beautiful, he was so beautiful. I could stare at him, my fiancé, for hours. I don't think I'll ever get used to saying that—my fiancé. Eventually, he's going to become my husband and that's not something I'm going to get used to saying either.

It all felt surreal and too damn good to be true.

"Yes, Master," I fluttered my lashes the moment our eyes locked.

He smiled as he leaned forward and kissed me. Much to my dismay it only lasted a few seconds before he pulled away and looked around the empty training room, "I shouldn't have done that here, it's too risky," He laughed quietly, looking down at our hands that remained intertwined, but hidden.

We sat in a far corner against the wall, taking a break from the strenuous training. It's been a little over week since I was released, meaning it's also been over a week since we've been engaged. The ring was on a chain and hidden around my neck, underneath my robes.

"Well, I don't know about you Master, but I think we've done enough training for today." I released his hand and stood up to stretch, "The doctor did say I should take it easy." I reminded him. She'd probably have a panic attack if she knew I was already back to training. She suggested I rest another week, but I felt fine. There wasn't anymore pain and it's not like we're running off on an assignment either, it's just a little training to get me back on my feet. Nevertheless, that doesn't mean I plan to overdo it.

He stood up as well with a smirk, "If we keep ending sessions early, you're not going to learn much."

I shrugged with a smile in return, though mine was innocent, "Do you really have that much to offer?" I teased, almost kissing him as I got on my toes, but I dropped back down and contained my urges.

He laughed as he spun the hilt of his lightsaber in the air, catching each time before it hit the floor, "I haven't taught you everything yet." He caught it one last time before placing it on his belt, "Let's go, I could use a shower and you, have homework."

I knitted my brows, "I'm sorry, did you just say I have homework?"

He nodded before placing his hand on my back and nudging me to the exit. He brought his lips to my ear and spoke clear and soft, "I have a few places in mind for the wedding, discretion is promised, but I'll leave the final decision up to you."

"But Anakin—" I began before he shushed me when we entered the halls filled with Jedi.

I thought we were going to do it here in the city somewhere, quick and quietly? You picked venues?

A: They're not venue's (y/n), just places off planet with nice views.

In a short walk we made it to Anakin's room, we both paused and made sure no one was paying attention to us before we went into the room together, "What's wrong?" He asked the second the door closed behind us.

I sighed quietly, sitting on the edge of his bed to take off my boots, "It's not that something is wrong, I just don't see why it's necessary to choose somewhere off planet when we can do it here. It's not a traditional wedding, there won't be any guests—just us, a minister, and our two droids." Who are likely causing chaos around the temple or off with the younglings.

He folded his arms, a stubborn glimmer in his eyes, "Im marrying the woman I love. If I want to do that in-front if a nice lake with the sun shining on us instead of in an old rusty building in the city—then that's what I'm getting."

I raised my brows. I never thought Anakin Skywalker would be a bridezilla, "Okay," I threw my hands up in defeat. It didn't bother me to the point of wanting to put up a fight, "Where did you have in mind?"

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I laid in Anakin's bed, staring at the ceiling with a heavy weight in my chest. The whole time we were deciding where we were going to have the wedding, I was wishing that I could have Ahsoka there. A maid of honor is tradition, but I reminded myself that him and I are anything but traditional.

I wanted to tell her everything, she wouldn't judge me. I knew that because of her infatuation for Cal Kestis, so if anything, she'd understand and support me the whole way through. However, the sole reason I've kept her in the dark is to make sure she remained innocent in the eyes of the council if they ever found out about us.

I was protecting her, yet it constantly felt like I was only being deceiving.

The water to Anakin's shower shut off and so I sat up in the bed to wait for him, "Ani?" I called to him after a minute of listening to him move around the bathroom, but not come out, "Do you plan to tell Master Kenobi about us?"

He stepped out with one towel wrapped around his waist, using another dry his hair, "I don't think so," He sighed, tossing the towel in his hands over a chair. I looked at his bare chest, a few lustful thoughts came to mind, "I want to, he's basically the only family I have, but he's on the council. I don't know if I want to put him in that position where he has to choose between his loyalty to them and his loyalty to me."

I leaned back and watched him move to his closet to grab a fresh pair of clothes, "Are you worried he won't choose you?" I read right though him.

He paused for a brief second before shifting through the fabrics, "Are you asking me this because you want to tell Ahsoka?" He ignored what I said, so I can only presume my assumption was spot on.

"I thought about it," I admitted, "But I figured that the less she knows the better."

He walked over to me, still in nothing but a towel with his clothes in his hand, "Then," He caressed my cheek with the back of his finger. His touch slow and doting, "This continues to remain our secret and our secret alone."

I leaned into his touch with a smile so bright only he has the power to bring it out of me, "Mrs.Skywalker has a really nice ring to it."

"It does," He pinched my cheek before dropping his hand, "The shower is all yours."

I got off the bed, "Finally, you had me sweating like crazy today." I began removing my clothes as I made my way to the bathroom that still had steam coming from it.

I showered quick, only needing to cleanse myself of sweat and oils but not needing to wash my hair—today. I wrapped myself in a clean towel and poked my head out of the door to see into the bedroom. Anakin was standing in front of his work bench with his back to me. He was in a pair of black sweatpants and no shirt, so I couldn't help but admire his back muscles move as he worked on whatever was in-front of him.

I opened the door more so the steam could be let out, I felt like I was suffocating in there, "Ani," I called him. He turned his head tot he side so he could see me from the corner of his eye, "I forgot to grab clothes."

Let's be honest here, I didn't forget.

He turned fully and looked me over, visibly nervous, "Oh, I can go and get you something." He cleared his throat as he moved to his closet to grab a shirt, "Unless you want to wear something of mine for tonight." He offered, trying his hardest not to look at me.

I held the towel close to me and walked over to him, "A shirt and boxers will do, clean preferably." I joked.

He nodded and pulled out a shirt, "Here," He handed it to me, his eyes meeting mine and the list in them was impossible to miss. Because of my injury we haven't tried anything since what we did that one night, and it has no doubt been on both of our minds ever since.

He was respectful, he was sweet. He didn't push, he didn't pressure. He was patient, but now I was better and I was no longer wanting to be patient.

I grabbed the shirt from him, and proceeded to toss it over to the chair. He looked confused, "What are you—" I silenced his confusion with a kiss, giving him an answer at the same time. I ran my fingers through his damp hair, dropping the towel in the process. He pulled his lips from mine, but only to look at my body. His breathing was heavy and uneven, he was nervous, probably more nervous than me and that's saying something, "Are you sure?"

I nodded slowly, "I've never been more sure of anything."

He smiled before crashing his lips back to mine. His hands moved down my figure until they were at my hips where he held me tight and moved me towards the bed.

Smut.
Now your horny asses can stop bugging me for it lol I will say it may not be as dirty or foul as some of the other smut I've written because they just feel a little too innocent for all that right now. I know you all want smut and I'm giving it to you, but I want to keep things in the right tone, if that makes sense. Or else it feels off or forced and no one wants that.

And if you don't read smut, consider this the end of the chapter.

I found myself on the bed, and he climbed on top of me, planting kisses on my neck. I shut my eyes, letting out a soft moan as the sensations washed over me. He moved from my neck down to my chest, pouring love into every kiss, lick, and bite. Eventually, he made his way down to me. His tongue worked magic just like it had that night, and I had to bite my lip to stifle my moans.

I held onto his hair and glanced down, locking eyes with him. It's strange to think that just a few months ago, we were in that training room where he treated me like trash, and now look at us.

He sucked onto my clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. I could tell he noticed the effect it had on me because he kept going, repeating the motion. He sucked harder and licked deeper, pushing me closer to the edge where I felt like I was going to scream.

He quickly raised his hand and covered my mouth just as I felt something intense rising within me. It was like nothing I had ever experienced before—it started deep down and surged up, hitting me like a wave of pure bliss that washed over my entire body, leaving me numb and lost in ecstasy. I let out a muffled moan against his hand, desperate to scream.

After I finally settled down, he pulled his hand away and flashed a grin, saying, "Looks like I discovered your soft spot." The last time felt nice, but what just happened at the end was a whole new level—intense and overwhelming in a way I hadn't experienced before.

"That was—" I gasped, feeling a wave of calm wash over me, my body completely at ease. It was like that release was just what I needed, "I can't even describe it."

He laughed softly and planted a kiss on my cheek, then my neck, asking, "Are you really ready for this?" He checked in again, "I'm fine with what just happened; we don't have to take it any further."

"I really want to," I told him, making sure he understood.

He lifted his gaze to meet mine, and I felt him start to lower his sweatpants. I couldn't help but glance down. My breath caught in my throat as I took in the sight of him for the first time. I didn't need to ask if he was ready; it was clear he was. He was impressive, and honestly, it intimidated me a bit. "Just tell me if you want me to stop," I said.

I nodded, feeling a mix of excitement and fear in those first few seconds before he began to enter me. I was convinced he could hear my heart pounding, like it was about to burst out of my chest.

Then, I felt him start to push into me slowly—we both gasped, our eyes locked in that moment. He never broke eye contact as he pulled out and pushed back in, going deeper this time. "Oh my god," he whispered, his face lighting up with pleasure. "I knew it would feel good, but wow." He closed his eyes as he pulled out again and then went all the way back in.

Honestly, it hurt quite a bit. But he was careful and gentle, so even though it was painful, it wasn't as overwhelming as I had feared.

" Are you okay?" he asked, and I nodded in response.

"I'm all right, just keep going."

He picked up the pace, and I could feel every part of him as he moved inside me. He was big, and slowly my body started to adjust. The initial pain faded away, replaced by a pleasure I had never experienced before.

We both moaned with each thrust, "You feel incredible, baby. Everything about you is just amazing," he said, lowering his head to kiss me deeply. He groaned into the kiss, then picked up speed until the headboard started banging against the wall. "Dammit," he said, pausing to stop the noise.

I covered my mouth to stifle a laugh, "Next time, we need a quieter spot." I whispered.

His gaze shifted to the bathroom, a playful grin forming, "Come with me." He hopped off the bed and pulled me along. He positioned me in front of the mirror, flipping on the light so I could see myself. Standing behind me, he gently stroked my neck, "Do you see how beautiful you are? How perfect? How utterly irresistible?" he murmured close to my ear. It was all so erotic that my body responded eagerly, craving him back.

I leaned against the counter, my face twisting in pleasure as he gradually pushed back into me. "Anakin, oh—" I gripped the edge tightly, my knuckles going pale. It stung for a moment, but it was fleeting.

He quickened his rhythm, moving in and out with deep groans and soft whimpers of delight. "Look at yourself," he urged, tugging my hair to direct my gaze to the mirror.

I met my own eyes and took in everything he was doing. Each caress, every kiss on my neck, and those gentle bites on my shoulder made me moan and whimper with every loving touch.

I love him, I really do.

His fingers dug into my hip as he rested his forehead against the back of my head, his moans becoming harder to suppress. I could see it in his eyes before he lowered his head; he was on the brink of the same pleasure I was feeling. He was building up, that wave of ecstasy coursing through him, ready to let go but holding on just a bit longer. "Fuck." His nails pressed into my skin, "I'm so—" He buried his face in my hair, releasing the most stifled moan I'd heard from him all night.

He pushed into me a few more times before I felt him pull away. He leaned against my back, his breathing gradually slowing down.

When he finally lifted his head to meet my gaze, we both grinned at the moment we just shared. "Did you enjoy that?" he asked, wrapping his arms around me from behind and letting out a deep sigh.

"Is that really a question?" I loved every second of it. Once the initial discomfort faded, it turned into one of the most connecting experiences I've ever had.

He laughed and turned me around, gently brushing my hair aside before cradling my face in his hands. His cheeks were slightly flushed, his hair tousled, and his lips looked so inviting. Anyone who saw us would know exactly what had just happened. "This is the happiest I've ever felt, and it's all because of you. I'm not just talking about the physical part; you've genuinely made my life so much better. I love you wholeheartedly and undoubtably."

My heart raced, and I felt butterflies dancing in my stomach as I pulled him in for a kiss, which he eagerly returned. He held me close, silently promising never to let me go.

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