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(Y/n)'s POV
"Please can you help me with this zipper. Padme altered it a little too tight," Or a lot too tight. Luckily I can still make it work, I just won't be able to breathe for the next few hours.

Ahsoka stood behind me as her green dress flowed elegantly near her feet. It was fitted to her skin nicely, but the bottom was loose. I believe she called it a mermaid dress, "I'm going to need you to suck it in." She said as she pulled on the zipper. I did as she asked and with her strength and me almost passing out, we finally got it to zip fully.

"Thank you," I exhaled and I could feel the fabric dig into my ribcage.

She gasped and clapped her hands together, "You look amazing. Look at yourself." She spun me around so I could see my appearance in the mirror. The dress being tight was actually doing me justice, the lavender silk hugged my hips and waist perfectly while the rest below the waistline was loose. It went all the way down to my ankles and the right side had a leg slit that began at the hip.

Padme didn't alter it this way on accident, she knew exactly what she was doing. She wanted me to have my own Princess moment.

"It's my only night that I get to feel like a woman and not a soldier. I was aiming for amazing." I smiled at myself and completely forgot that breathing was nonexistent for me. I was too busy falling in love with myself. I don't mean that in a narcissistic way either—unlike my Master—this is just the first time I truly felt beautiful.

We were interrupted by loud knocks on my room door, "Are you girls ready yet? I told Obi-Wan we would be there ten minutes ago." Anakin huffed from the other side. So impatient.

I rolled my eyes, "Go on without us," I shouted loud enough for him to hear me. I still had my hair to do, I wanted to save that part for last in case it got tangled while putting my dress on.

"Or how about I open this door and we leave together now." I don't understand why he's so adamant on us arriving together. It's not far, we can walk or drive a speeder. Ahsoka and I are still Jedi after all and know how to take care of ourselves — I sometimes feel like he forgets that.

"I'm not ready yet and I will not let you rush me. So you either sit in that hallway until I am, or go and we will meet you there later." I was putting my foot down. Tonight is the one night I'm hanging up my Jedi robes, meaning that I'm not a padawan tonight so I will not be listening to my Master. Which sounds fair in my opinion.

He sighed deeply and I heard shuffling like he was kicking at the carpet, "Fine," He gave in so easily, almost too easily. It was suspicious, "But if you're not there within the next hour, I'll come back here and drag you there no matter what you look like."

"What if she's naked?" Ahsoka added, a smile appearing across her lips. Anakin didn't say anything and quickly walked away to avoid the question, "I knew that'd get him to finally leave. Now sit." She placed her hand on my shoulders and pushed me down onto the chair, "I know exactly what style to do, you're going to love it."

Half an hour went by and my best friend was right, I love what she did with my hair. It framed my face perfectly and it pulled the entire look together. I thought my appearance was the best it could be, but no, the hair was the cherry on top of the sundae.

Now I was ready, "Thank you," We won't be walking either, Padme offered to grab us since she too was running late, to no one's surprise. She said she was fashionably late.

"Let's go, she's here." Ahsoka pulled me out of the chair and we scrambled out of there. We had fifteen minutes to get to the ball before my Master shows up and drags us out of this room by our necks.

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Anakin's POV
I tapped my foot with impatience while consistently checking the time on the wall above, "I should have known she'd be late."

"Give her time, Anakin." Obi-Wan placed a hand on my shoulder to catch my attention. He had it, but my gaze remained on the clock. The second hand moved quickly, while the minute hand moved slowly. Time is always much slower when you are watching it, which has me feeling like I have been waiting for her for hours when really it has only been minutes.

"It's her one night she gets to feel like a normal woman, give her a break." Luke added his own thoughts that I didn't ask for, but that doesn't make him wrong. He had a point.

I sighed and looked away, "Right," I grabbed a glass of some kind of red liquid from a servers tray that walked by. I took a sip and felt a burn, then I coughed, "Leave it to Padme to go for the expensive, bitter stuff." I choked.

"Seems some things haven't changed." Luke said somewhat low.

I glanced up, "What do you mean by that?"

He blinked in surprise, like he was confused on how I heard him. Then his expression of surprised shifted to anger before he mumbled, "Stay out of my head." He power-walked away, grabbing a drink similar to the one I did and chugged it all without stopping his quick pace.

"What was that about?" Obi-Wan asked, cluelessly.

"Nothing," I didn't take my gaze away from Luke's back. I heard him? How did I hear him? The only person I've been able to hear is my padawan, why can I now hear him too? There's so much about this ability that I have yet to learn. I was told it can only happen this clearly with special connections, so what makes him so special to me?

I was lost in my mind when I felt a shake on my shoulder, "There they are. I told you there was nothing to worry about, and don't they look lovely."

I followed Obi-Wans gaze to the entrance of the hall. That's when I saw her and the air from my lungs became non-existent. The moment my eyes met hers, my breath was taken away.

She is beautiful. Always has been, but tonight — she's glowing brighter than anyone else in this room. Like a ray from the sun.

(Y/n)'s POV
"Here we are, fashionably late." Padme exhaled with triumph as Ahsoka and I kept the nausea down brought on by her suicidal driving. I thought Anakin had a death wish when it came to being behind the wheel, but I was proved wrong tonight, he is sane compared to her.

As soon as I felt my stomach calm, I searched the room for him. I needed to let him know that I was here before he—I found him. Our eyes locked from across the room and the stomach that I had just spoke to calmness has up-roared once again, this time with butterflies. For a moment I forgot where we were, I forgot about the ball, my best friend next to me, even the lights that filled the room seemed to disappear. I was looking at him and he was looking at me, and the only thing that existed was us and the stars in the sky.

I had this feeling again, this feeling I've been trying so hard to suppress. Why wouldn't it listen to me?

"Do you like the theme?" Padme said so loud over the music that I jumped out of my trance.

Ahsoka and I eyed the decorations all around and nodded, "Yes it's wonderful."

"Hoth?" I asked, noticing the fake patches of snow that were pasted to the floors and certain sections of the floor.

She laughed, "No not Hoth, it's—"

"Winter," Another answered. My eyes snapped to the new individual in our conversation, it was Anakin.

I exhaled the butterflies away and brought my mind to reality. He hates me, and I him, right? "If you've come over here to yell at me for being late, I don't want to hear it."

Slowly, he shook his head, "I'm not here to yell at you," He looked me over, up and down for a minute too long before his eyes that match the theme of the room met mine. He swallowed heavily and held his hand out, "Have this one dance with me, it's customary for the Padawan to dance with their Master for their first dance of the night."

"I've never heard of such rule—"

"It's new." Anakin cut Ahsoka off with a side-eye, "Go find Obi-Wan, he's waiting for you."

Her gazed shifted between us both before she walked away, a sly smile creeping up on her lips as she passed us, "Well, if it's customary." I placed my hand in his.

"You look nice Padme," He told his friend as he tightly held my hand and pulled me away before I could hear her response to him, his eyes never leaving mine.

He dragged me to the dance floor where others were slow dancing to the soft and gentle rhythm. Without me needing to, he placed my hands and his in the proper position with the front of our bodies touching. Neither of us spoke for the first few seconds or so, it was a somewhat awkward silence with a certain tension in the air that felt thick. So thick a knife would break trying to slice through.

"What even is winter?" I said the first thing to enter my mind.

He narrowed his brows before spinning me and catching me with our bodies pressed together once more, "You've never experienced winter?" He asked me curiously, his head tilting slightly.

I shook my head while swallowing nervously, "Not really. Seasons only really exist on certain planets, and Coruscant is not one of them. We have never had a winter here."

He smiled, moving a little quicker with the rhythm as I focused on not stepping on his feet, "Seasons exist on every planet, they're all just so discombobulated. Each one happens to be an embodiment of a season," He pulled me closer and I found it to be hard to breathe. I could feel his cold breath in my face as he kept talking like we actually liked each other, "Coruscant is spring and sometimes summer depending on the days and the strength of our sun. Kamino and Hoth represent different forms of winter. Kashyyyk can be both spring and fall. Tatooine and Datooine are summer and the list goes on."

I never thought of it that way, "You really know your planets."

He nodded, "I'm sorry I got angry with you earlier, I shouldn't have tried to rush you."

He's apologizing? Has hell frozen over?

"It's okay." I tried to stop my eyes from flickering to his lips, but it was impossible.

His gaze dropped down to my dress, his jaw clenched, "You—" He cleared his throat, peeling his eyes back to mine, "You look decent."

"Decent?" I raised a brow. Not the word I was looking for.

"Decent, beautiful, same thing." He was now looking everywhere but at me, "I don't even know why I'm saying this, I had some wine and it—"

"Thank you." I accepted his compliment before he could take it away, "You look decent too."

"Decent?" He smirked.

"Decent, handsome, same thing." I smiled.

He inhaled sharply, his grip on me tightening, "(Y/n), look I—" He paused. He looked like he was struggling, choking on the words he was holding back.

"What?" I tried to get him to continue.

But his usual self returned. This kind man I had for the past few minutes or so crawled back into hiding. "Nothing, the dance is done. You can carry on with the rest of your night as you wish." He let go of me and I felt my heart drop.

"That wasn't even an entire song."

"No one said it had to be." He mumbled and turned his back on me before walking away.

This is what always happens. One minute he's caring with me, kind. Then the next he's the complete opposite, a real asshole.

I was tired of it.

So... I followed him.

He went out through a door that led into a small hallway which would eventually lead outside to the garden area, "Anakin stop!" I yelled running past him so I could stand my ground in his way, not allowing him to reach outside.

"What do you want from me?" He snapped, attempting to nudge me to the side.

I placed my hands on his chest and pushed him as much as I could, which wasn't much but it was enough to stop him, "What is the matter with you?" I pushed him again, this time he didn't budge. I debated on using the force to throw his ass a few feet back but decided against it in fear of him returning the favor ten times over.

"Nothing, can't a man just get some air—"

"Don't say nothing when there's clearly something going on. I am tired of your back and forth attitude towards me. One minute you're being nice to me and soft and caring, then the next you turn into the biggest dick in the galaxy and I feel like you wouldn't care if I lived or died," I was shouting. Luckily the music at the hall was loud and I doubt anyone could hear me, "You either like me or you don't. Which is fine if you don't, but stop giving me hope that you're finally accepting me only to rip it away and make me feel even lower than before. It's not fair to me."

He didn't say anything, he only stared. It was difficult to read him. I couldn't hear him either, he closed himself off since the moment we started to dance.

"So? What is it going to be? Do you like me or not?" I threw my hands in the air in frustration, "Do you accept me or am I just a burden to you? Because I'm tired of trying to win the approval of someone impossible—" In a split second I was shoved against the wall, his hand tightly holding my jaw.

"You are an insufferable brat that drives me crazy. You are a magnet for death and the biggest headache that I've ever been given. You never shut up when I need you to and you have the most annoying attitude of anyone I have ever met. But," His breath fanned my face and I felt tears prickling at my eyes. He leaned closer and pressed his forbears to mine "(Y/n), I see you in my dreams." He whispered, almost whimpering, "I think of you when I wake up every morning and the second before I fall asleep. I look for your eyes in every room and for your voice in every sound. It physically hurts me when you're not around and you are anything but a burden. And of course I'd care if you died, I don't know what I would do with myself if you did, " His hold of my jaw softened, as did his eyes.

Two words, there were only two words swimming my mind right now. Something I was craving, "Kiss me." I whispered, and he did. He held my face tight and crashed his lips to mine with urgency.

I felt it all, all the feelings he had been suppressing and I'm sure he felt mine. Now it all made sense, why he'd go so cold suddenly. Fear of his feelings.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and deepened the kiss.

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