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You Hurt My Feelings

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Anakin's POV
"I'm going to need to see some identification."

Cal waved his hand in-front of the bartenders face. "I already showed you my identification. I'm twenty-one."

The bartender nodded, sounding almost robotic as he began to pour Cal's drink. "You already showed me your identification."

I watched Cal while taking a sip of my beer. He caught my eye and grinned. "What?" he asked, shrugging with innocence.

"I'm a bad influence, that's what," I sighed. This kid was just fifteen, almost sixteen, and here I was, indulging in his underage drinking habits. I should find friends my own age, but then again, all the ones in the Temple that are my age usually have attitude problems and walk around as if they have a stick lodge in their ass.

Cal brushed it off with a wave of his hand that quickly rested on his thigh. "Come on, if you think I didn't sneak in a drink or two before we became friends, you'd be kidding yourself." He grabbed his beer and took a long drink. "So, are you ready to tell me what you did wrong?" He asked, setting it down on the coaster infront of him.

I slammed my drink down on the bar hard enough to cause a few people nearby to jump. "I didn't do—"

"Alright, relax." He picked up his beverage again and turned his body to fully face me, amusement in his eyes, "Then tell me what she did wrong." he said, raising an eyebrow as he nearly finished half of his drink already.

I shook my head slowly, bringing my drink to my lips. "I'd much rather hear about you and Ahsoka. You haven't shared much since that day on the ship."

He took a deep breath, swirling his glass gently as the ice clinked softly against the sides. "Honestly, there's not much to say. I barely see her. It seems like she's trying to avoid me." His face reflected a blend of frustration and yearning, with a hint of hope in his eyes. "Just when I think I might finally catch her, she runs off, saying that Master Kenobi is looking for her."

I leaned back in my chair, arms crossed, and teased, "What did you do wrong?" The playful jab was meant to lighten the mood.

He sighed and shot me a look that was half-amused, half-defensive. "Very funny." He finished his drink, the glass emptying with a soft thud as he placed it on the table. "Do you think she feels guilty about it?" He rested his head on his hand, his brow furrowing as he waited for my answer, his eyes searching mine for some semblance of clarity.

I shrugged, trying to keep my tone casual. "I can't say. She obviously doesn't really share those feelings or thoughts with me. But if you want my advice, next time, don't give her the chance to run away."

He tapped his chin in thought for a moment, then signaled the bartender for another drink. "So, what I'm hearing is;  I should just kidnap her, tie her up, and force her to talk to me?"

I frowned, shaking my head. "Cal, that is not at all what I said."

He grinned broadly, raising his freshly filled glass as in a mock toast. "Close enough. I'll keep you updated on how it goes," he chuckled softly to himself, taking a sip of his drink. His expression shifted, suggesting it was stronger than the last. "Wow, he really doesn't want me to have another."

"That makes two of us."

He playfully tapped my shoulder,. "Enough about me and Ahsoka. Order another drink and tell me all about you and your fiancé." He was one of the few who knew about my relationship with her, and the first I had shared the engagement news with. "Come on, so I can let you know if you're the problem or not."

I let out a deep sigh and finished my drink so I could order another. "Fine."

After I told him everything that transpired today on the mission, he only had one thing to say to me, "You're definitely the problem."

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(Y/n)'s POV
When you share a bed with someone every night, it's easy to overlook how meaningful and fulfilling that connection is. It's only in their absence that you start to feel how empty it is without them. But me missing him right now does not change the fact that I was consumed by rage.

Yes, he was vital to the success of our mission today, but for a brief moment, I thought he was dead and the pain and grief I felt in that instance was suffocating. Meanwhile, he seemed to brush it off as if it were nothing, making me feel like my feelings were too dramatic—what a hypocrite.

Just moments after I saw him enter, the base erupted into flames. He hadn't confided in me about his plan; I had no idea he intended to detonate the building while relying on a force shield for protection. He simply went ahead and did it. So I have every reason to be furious, not only because I believed he was gone, but also because his plan was reckless. That shield could have failed at any moment.

I took a deep breath and gazed up at the ceiling, wishing I could stop thinking about him and this damn day and drift off to sleep. After awhile, to my relief, my eyelids began to feel heavy, and I was on the verge of dozing off when a loud knock jolted me back awake.

With a groan of frustration, I tossed my blankets aside, silently cursing the person at my door. "What?" I snapped as I swung it open.

There he was, my charming fiancé, eyebrows raised at my sharp tone. "That is one hell of a greeting. Have I ever mentioned how adorable you look when you're upset?" He poked my nose, and I caught a whiff of the alcohol on his breath.

Of course.

I sighed deeply. "What do you want, Anakin? I'm trying to sleep."

He leaned against the doorframe, his expression shifting to one that resembled a sad puppy. "You're not still mad at me, are you?" he whined.

"Go to bed, you're drunk." I started to close the door, but he stopped me with his hand.

"I'm not tired," he said with a smirk, tilting his head as he looked at me in my pajamas like I was the most beautiful sight in the world. "Get dressed; we're going somewhere—or, you could stay in that," he leaned in closer to whisper, "it doesn't really matter what you wear."

He was unbelievable. "Again, you're drunk—"

"Just a little, I had two drinks—maybe three," he interrupted, pinching his fingers together. "That's why you're going to fly, and trust me, you'll love my plan. Now hurry up," he clapped his hands, "As your Master, I command you."

Despite my irritation, my curiosity got the better of me. "Fine, but not because you command me, it's because I want to." I turned to my closet. "But I'm changing first."

I heard the door click shut behind me and I turned to see him leaning against the wall, a playful grin on his face. "Yes, ma'am. I'll keep watch."

Rolling my eyes, I began rummaging through my clothes.

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"Where are we headed?" I asked as I settled into the pilot's seat.

Instead of taking the co-pilot seat beside me, he stood behind, his hands resting on the back of my chair. "Just go up," he murmured close to my ear.

"This better be worth the trouble of getting out of bed, Ani," I grumbled, half to myself and half to him, as I followed his instructions. I fired up the ship, roaring it to life, exited the port and shot straight up until we broke through Coruscant's atmosphere, finding ourselves in the vastness of space. "So, where to now?" I asked, hovering above Coruscant.

Without a word, I felt him unbuckle my seatbelt, and I turned to him, confusion washing over me. "This is it," he said softly.

"What do you mean?" I replied, disbelief creeping into my voice as I stood to face him. "You had me get out of bed and change out of my clothes to fly up just a few miles? Anakin, you can't be serious—"

He pressed a finger to my lips, silencing me. "For the record, I never said you had to change," he said, stepping closer until our bodies were almost touching. "I mentioned you could wear whatever you wanted because I planned to take it off you anyway." He traced his finger down, pulling my bottom lip with it.

My heart raced unexpectedly, and a chill traveled down my spine. Despite how my body reacted, I found myself saying, "You really think I'm going to give you what you want after what you did today?"

He tilted his head, gently holding my face in his hands. His touch was surprisingly tender, despite the tension between us right now. "I'm sorry I didn't share my plan with you. I'm sorry I scared you I didn't mean to, and I regret how I acted towards you afterwards." His apology felt genuine, the sincerity in his eyes softening the edges of my anger. "Now it's your turn."

I blinked in surprise, caught off guard by his unexpected demand. "My turn for what?" I asked, my voice laced with confusion.

He raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. "To say you're sorry. You yelled at me in front of everyone—next time, keep your frustrations between us."

I opened my mouth to protest, but the words caught in my throat. The memory of the confrontation flashed through my mind—I had been furious, feeling blindsided and hurt by his actions. But now, I realized just how harsh I had been. So I took a deep breath, "Fine, I'm sorry."

"Thank you, but—" He let his hands glide down to my clothes, "I don't think I can forgive you just yet." With a smooth motion, he pulled my shirt off, and I didn't resist; instead, I gave in to the moment. It was both tense and captivating.

"No?" I asked, gazing up into his eyes, giving him that sweet look I knew he adored.

He shook his head slowly, stepping closer and guiding me back until I felt the wall against me. "You hurt my feelings." He lowered his head, his lips brushing softly against my neck, sending goosebumps across my skin.

"You hurt mine first," I whispered, the words barely escaping my lips.

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He finally pressed his lips against my neck, and a soft moan escaped me as his hands explored my body. In a swift motion, he turned me around and pushed my front against the wall. "Do you want me to stop?" he whispered in my ear, his fingers working to lower my bottoms.

I didn't need to say a word; I simply shook my head. I could hear him unfastening his pants as he kissed the back of my neck, his lips teasing and biting gently.

"No one else is here, and no one can hear you," he said, revealing why he had brought me here. "So I want you to be as loud as you want, do you understand?"

"Yes," I replied, breathless and eager for what was to come.

"Yes, what?" He demanded.

"Yes, Master." Then I felt him, slowly rubbing against me until I felt him enter, and we both gasped in unison.

He started off slowly, moving in and out, and we both let out soft moans as I adjusted to his size and the sensations. Then, he quickened his rhythm, and I found myself calling out his name, loud and unrestrained. It was thrilling to let go completely; it felt like it made the whole experience more intense.

He lowered his hands to my hips, his fingers digging into my skin as he pushed himself faster and harder than ever before. "Fuck," he groaned, and I felt a warm kiss on my back. "You feel amazing." His words spurred him on, and the intensity grew; I cherished every moment of it.

"Anakin," I cried out, my fingers clawing at the wall, searching for something to hold onto.

In a heartbeat, he pulled out and turned me around, kissing me deeply and passionately. Then, he lifted me up, and we moved to another spot. He settled into the pilot's seat, bringing me down with him. I threw my head back, moaning as he entered me again, gripping my hips tightly to lift me up and bring me down.

For a brief moment, I almost forgot why we had been angry with each other in the first place.

He rested one hand on the back of my neck, drawing my lips closer to his while I kept moving up and down. Our breaths mingled as we kissed, the passion growing wild and messy. "Yes, oh my god, I'm about to cum," I gasped, my voice filling the cockpit as the sensation built inside me. A tight knot formed in my stomach, and with each thrust, it pulsed and ached, leading me to cry out in pure ecstasy as I reached my peak.

He echoed my moans, gripping me even tighter. The galaxy outside of here ceased to matter to me, leaving only the intoxicating rhythm of our bodies moving together. I could feel the warmth radiating from him, his skin slick with sweatz.

With every thrust, the tension coiled tighter within me, a delicious pressure that threatened to spill over. I could see the desire in his eyes, a reflection of my own need, and it drove me wild. I leaned into him, my body arching instinctively, craving more of him, more of this electrifying sensation that coursed through us. I may have finished, but I felt it in me, I could do it again and this time I wanted him to finish with me.

"Don't stop," I breathed, my voice barely a whisper. He responded with a low growl, his grip on my neck firm yet tender, as if he were both claiming me and cherishing me all at once.

The cockpit was filled with the sounds of our bodies colliding, the slickness of our skin, and the desperate gasps that escaped our lips. My heart raced, pounding in time with the frantic pace of our bodies, and I could feel the heat pooling low in my stomach, a fire that threatened to consume me.

"Just a little more," I urged, my voice trembling with need. He responded by quickening his pace, driving deeper, harder, and I felt myself teetering on the edge once again and more intensely, the world around us blurring into a haze of pleasure. The knot in my stomach tightened further, and I could feel the waves of ecstasy crashing over me, pulling me under.

"Now, baby, I'm cumming now!" he urged, his voice filled with desire, and that was all it took. The dam broke, and I was swept away in a tidal wave of sensation once again, my body convulsing as I cried out, the sound echoing in the confined space. I felt him shudder against me, his own release following mine, and in that moment, we were one, lost in the bliss of our shared climax.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, I collapsed against him, breathless and spent, our bodies exhausted and satisfied.

We laid there in silence as we caught our breath u
Til he finally broke it, "I forgive you now."

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