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WARNING: Make out session with excessive touching. Torture.

A/N: HELLO! So this one is truly a filler hahaha. Sorry this week has been pure hell lol (I'm full with work and school). Hope you enjoy it nonetheless!

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Y/n's POV

The last few weeks have been incredibly productive for our team.

While trying to get information out of Ki, Qui-Gon left his raw vengefulness aside and thought it would be a great opportunity for us to learn and domain other Sith power abilities as we tortured our prisoner. Always with the infliction of pain, of course. He grew wiser, not softer.

This exercise actually served as a team bonding experience, pushing us to share our knowledge and give input to each other. It was really nice to have this experience with the boys, it gave me the impression that this was something they did often when they had a situation at hand. They would resolve it and find new ways together, a habit inherited from their Jedi past.

And to feel included in that made me feel accepted and welcome. A feeling that hadn't left my heart in the last few weeks. And I don't know if it had anything to do with it, but ever since our group pic my lightsabers had been sending me signals. Messages I couldn't quite decipher. An annoying murmur in the deepest confinements of my mind. So I just ignored it, thinking it was stress caused by Ki's refusal to say anything.

And in that same spirit, Qui-Gon made Anakin and I resume our training sessions, in the hopes to bring us closer.... I mean, the goal was met.  We would mostly spend our time doing cardio. But, hey, we were closer.

Going back to the assignment, we would rotate everyday, learning something new with every attempt and mastering the dark side a little more. So in character, Anakin and I turned it into a competition, fighting to see who would crack Ki first and get all of the glory. Funny enough, Obi-Wan joined our little game and now the three of us would work overtime to beat the rest. And against all odds, Obi-Wan's ruthless nature broke out.

At first it was hard for him, hearing Ki's cries for help and the screaming forced him to close his eyes from time to time, but under Qui-Gon's expectant look he had to grow more and more cruel. A hunger expanded in him with everything he tried, the dark side crawling inside of him and blinding him to emotion; until it was unstoppable. That little calm facade of him sure was a great costume, I never thought he had in him.

Qui-Gon was sure that Ki-Adi-Mundi had many secrets yet to spill; another living Jedi included. If Ki survived, another (more talented) Jedi would have too. The question was:

Who?

So we tried different techniques to weaken him. This is where all the books I read came in handy.

Anakin, as the impulsive being that he is, concentrated on ripping him apart with force pain control, quite literally ripping him apart for the sake of the Empire. And even when Ki was on his knees, on the edge of losing his arms, he didn't cave. His light side persevered through the torment, refusing to say a single thing.

Then there was me.

I chose to follow a more... emotional tactic. I knew Jedi were trained to endure pain and protect themselves with the Force through the most difficult situations, so to break Ki, I would have to resort to a more mental game, his worst nightmares. So I tried the Dark Aura technique. First, I kneeled right in front of him and immersed him in a sense of coldness and uneasiness, shaking him to the core. The frightening feeling hugged him all around, leaving him in a quivering state. I took my chance and started to pulsate horrible shadows and scratching visions towards him, doing my best to break his mental barriers. His eyes glistened in tears and he wouldn't stop trembling, but he wouldn't give in.

His spirit just wouldn't break.

I huffed in frustration and returned to my spot, getting annoyed at Anakin's triumphant grin.

—Move aside, kids. —Obi-Wan spoke as he approached the Cerean. He stood in front of his despaired face. —To beat a Jedi you must think like one. —He whispered and kneeled in front of him, putting his hand on his forehead.

Obi-Wan's eyes sparked with a yellow glow as the Jedi squirmed under him, begging him to stop.

"Obi-Wan, please! This is not you! Stop! Stop!"

That only incentivated him more to keep going and going, pressing harder against his skull to explore the insides of his mind. At one moment, almost imperceptibly, Obi-Wan's fury exploded, pushing him to torture the man mercilessly. Obi-Wan just kept pushing, ignoring Ki's cries in agony, his face contorting in pain.

—I know it. —Obi-Wan murmured through his tense jaw. —I know how to break him.

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So here we were.

About to leave for a mission to an unknown location, courtesy of Obi-Wan.

Apparently it was a short mission, just taking a couple of troopers with us in the shuttle. Given that it was Obi-Wan's vision, Qui-Gon gave this assignment to him, and yet we were still waiting for further instructions. The good thing was that it was a team mission, due to the level of confidentiality of the matter, so the four of us would be going together; something we have never done before. I was excited, it felt like a family trip.

Because the location was unknown to me I picked my favorite suit (your choice!) and packed all of the things I may need. Noticing that I had some time to spare before leaving, I thought it would be... nice to pay Anakin a visit. When I didn't find him in his room, I knew there was only another place he could be.

Giving my best to go unnoticed, I used a new trick I learned and masked my force signature so Anakin wouldn't know I was walking behind him. He was sitting on a stool, the continuous movement of his shoulder letting me know that he was working on something on his desk. This was the room he would come to work on Ki's entrapments. I still wasn't sure what he was doing but this seemed just as great as any time to find out.

His focus forced his tongue to come out, it hung unconsciously from his bottom lip as his eyebrows furrowed at the wires' sparks. His fingers worked swiftly through the mechanical device, not a single thing out of place, contrary to his surroundings which were a complete mess.

—Working hard, Skywalker? —My presence caught him off guard, his flesh hand a victim of the heat of the welder.

—What are you doing here? —He asked, returning to his previous task.

—Just checking on you. It's almost time to leave. —I said, approaching him. The little gadgets were splashed all above the wooden table. I took a tiny metal panel on my fingers to play with it, not sure of the objective of such a thing. —Have you figured out how to keep him restrained?

—Yes...—He answered, still looking at his creation. Anakin was picking some wires apart with some tweezers, a little bead of sweat dripping from his forehead. Seconds after, he finished off adjusting something and finally directed his face to me. —Yes, I have. —He smiled widely with a beautiful glimmer in his eyes, the excitement of his invention making his face glow. It was absolutely adorable.

—And what are you doing here, big guy? —My elbow rested on the surface, my hand supporting my chin, allowing me to be closer to him.

He then proceeded to explain to me what he was doing: he built force-restrained handcuffs, to keep him tied up to the wall with no possibilities to use his abilities and try to break himself free. He also told me that they had a catch I would later find out. But he did specify that he thought of it when Qui-Gon showed him the cell prototype.

—Looks cool. —I hummed, inspecting the gadget like I had any idea what any of those fidgets were. —Care to show me how to do it? —I looked up to meet him. His features changed from a confused one to an appreciative one.

—Bring a stool, I'll teach you. —He agreed, the light on his eyes intensifying.

Taking one quick sweep around the room I saw that the stools were too far away to be dragged. I scrunched my nose, too lazy to commit to the action. But also, I had a better idea. I force-pushed the table just a bit to make room between it and Anakin, only to climb and sit on his lap. His chuckles hit the back of my head and through the reflection of the window I could see him shaking his head.

—You could have done that with the chairs, you know?

—It's not as fun! —I looked seductively back at him and he gave me a precious smirk.

— I'm just saying that there were other places to sit. —Anakin held me by my hips and situated me in the perfect spot to be in the middle of his lap without falling. My legs opened to be hung side by side, balancing me.

—Like your face? —I whispered, picking up different tools and making my way to the handcuffs. —Now that 's fun.

—Sometimes I think you're worse than I am. —He wrapped his hands around mine and instructed me on how to correctly grab the tools.

—Can you blame me? —And I rubbed myself against his thighs, my ass grazing his crotch.

—You shouldn't give me a boner when I'm teaching you how to weld. Now pay attention, princess.

I had to admit that it was very fun to watch and try. Anakin was so patient when explaining something that it gave me the encouragement to keep going even when I made mistakes. I was not a very technological person, so things that were logical to him, I struggled with.

He showed me how to connect the wires, how to differentiate the many tips of the screwdrivers and many other more complicated things. By the end of our lesson, I just nodded meaninglessly, not wanting to admit that I didn't retain a single thing. There was a very funny moment where I almost fucked the entire project up by almost accidentally melting the inner circuit he spent hours creating.

—Okay, okay, I think it's enough for the day. —He told me with an anxious tone, quickly removing the artifact from my hands. —I can take it from here. R2, bring me another capacitor, please?

The squeaky mothefucker came rolling from behind us, giving the most awful jump scare ever.

—Has he been here all along? —I questioned, upset. I still didn't like the piece of junk and the feeling was mutual.

—Yes, R2 is always there when I need to build something. He is the best assistant ever, aren't you, buddy? —The droid emitted some happy beeps and squeals to agree with Anakin. I squinted my eyes at him, not falling for his little parade.

Somehow, the rat knew about my very evident disgust and he started to fight back. Obviously, because I didn't speak droid, I couldn't understand shit what he was saying to me, however his attitude and sassy jumps gave me an indication that it wasn't anything nice.

Anakin started to laugh but when I turned around to glare at him, he stopped and returned his focus to the device, not very good at hiding how humorous he found whatever R2 was saying.

—What? What is he saying? —I pressured him and Anakin just rolled his shoulders. —I know you know, so tell me!

My body twirled to fully face Anakin, this way both my legs hung on the same side, in a position where Anakin could very comfortably pick me up bridal style. Right in front of me was R2, who was still beeping.

—It was nothing- Ah! What the fuck? That hurts! —Anakin whined when I pinched him. —Alright, I'll tell you! He says that he is not surprised that you almost messed this thing up, because you are messy.

I opened my eyes and mouth in reaction to such a lie.

—I am not! —I palmed Anakin on the chest when he wouldn't stop giggling. —That's so not true!— I was in fact a very neat person.

R2 kept wobbling around and moving himself from side to side like a penguin while arguing with me. I gave Anakin a gesture to translate, waiting for him to recover.

—He says that you're always leaving your things in our chambers. The other day he found one of your suits in my room and said that you always forget your lightsaber whenever you spend the night there. —Anakin translated calmly.

—The suit thing only happened once! And you know who to blame for that! —I pointed at the insubordinate astromech. —And I don't leave my stuff in there often! In fact, I highly doubt I ever do! —I felt like a child fighting with a droid but the little shit wouldn't beat me. I jumped off from Anakin's lap to walk to R2 and bend to be at his stature. —And you don't see me complaining when Anakin leaves his stuff in my room! If I remember correctly, he had to fix your transmitter on a night he was staying over and you don't see me whining to you about the stain of oil I have on my carpet, do you? Huh, huh?

R2 got feister and started to roll his way to me, his metal frame hitting me in the leg. I bit my lip at the bump to suppress a whimper of pain. My first idea was to kick him back, but I just knew that would hurt me more than him. So I put my hand up to levitate him with the Force to crush him, making R2 reacted quickly and beeped some curse words at me.

Anakin immediately jumped on his feet and grabbed me by my wrist, twirling me around.

—Stop it! —He reprimanded me with a firm voice. —Don't use the Force on R2.

I was never afraid of him. C'mon, it was Anakin. But something in the way his jaw clenched, the grasp of his hand on my wrist tightened and his eyes darkened made stay incredibly still. And incredibly wet. Anakin was one of the most protective people I've ever met, so to see this side of him in action... was definitely something. It for sure put me in my place.

—Then tell him to stop saying that. —I said under my breath, side-eyeing R2.

Anakin sighed and sat back on the stool, pulling me in with a gentler touch.

—I'm not saying I agree, you're not messy... But he does have a point, your stuff is all over my room. —Anakin shrugged his shoulders. At the same time I gasped, R2 beeped in victory, his head spinning fast. —But, but- I'm not saying I mind. —Anakin looked at the droid with raised brows and R2 stopped in his tracks and made angry noises. I didn't waste time to give him my best "Ha! I won" face. —I know it's your place too, R2, but I'm not arguing this any longer. She will just keep them on my side of the room, okay? —Anakin raised his eyebrow at me this time and I nodded. I was still sure that I didn't leave things in there, but anything to shut up the piece of metal.

—Okay, General. —I went down to kiss him and he grabbed me by my cheek to embrace my lips.

[SLIGHT SMUT STARTS]

When the kiss got hotter, I climbed on top of him again, this time straddling him and being held by his strong arms. Anakin took the initiative to rock me back and forth on the bulge of his pants, the right pressure on my heat making me hiss. We heard R2 whining from behind and I did understand one word: Inappropriate. I put my hand behind me and with a little Force push, I sent him rolling out of the room and then closed the door.

Anakin stopped and glared at me, unhappy with my doing.

—What? I didn't hurt him! —I exclaimed innocently. Anakin just stared at me and shook his head, to which I laughed, bringing my head down to give him one last kiss. —It's time to go, Ani. Wrap it up.

He frowned when I called him Ani, like every time I did. It was actually starting to grow on me, a nickname that I was quickly becoming very fond of. It was sweet, fragile and felt tiny, quite the contrary of what Anakin looked like.

—Hey, if I have to accept princess, you have to get used to Ani. —My feet touched the floor again with a little help from him.

—I'll go in a minute, I'll just finish this. —He said, going back to the splattered parts.

I was making my way to the door when an idea came to me and hit me like lightning.

I went back to where he was and slid my hands all the way down from his shoulders to his chest, masassing the tone muscles. My teeth found his ear and I started to nibble on it , my tongue having fun with his ear lobe. Anakin's body stiffened and he pushed his head slightly back, longing for more of my touch. I giggled softly against him and scattered wet kisses on the adjacent zones.

—So, just to make one thing clear... anyone who uses those handcuffs is going to be completely... at mercy? —I whispered provocatively in his ear, my tongue tracing the edge of it. My hands slid underneath his robes.

—Y-Yes. —Anakin's voice cracked at first, but he quickly recovered.

—Mmm... can you make another pair? —My hand went down to slightly rub his dick on top of the fabric of his pants. —There are some things I want to try, Lord Vader.

Anakin's gaze searched for me and I turned my neck enough for him to see me.

—I'm so lucky to have you. —He moaned when my fingers played with the tip.

I chuckled lowly and kissed his neck, touching his most sensitive spot.

—Keep thinking like that... —My tongue licked from his Adam's apple to his chin, which my hand then lowered, making him look at me. My fingers brushed his hair, taking his bangs out of the way.—...and don't you use that tone on me again or you're going to end up sleeping with the droid all alone. —I pouted my lips and he quickly nodded, gulping when my hand rubbed his dick up and down.  —Unless you have a punishment in mind. —I moaned that last before giving him a kiss, to finish it up with a bite on his lower lip.

We separated after that, leaving Anakin in such a needy state. My hands retrieved from his body, giving his shoulders one last squeeze before heading to the door.

—We'll be waiting for you.

[SLIGHT SMUT ENDS]

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I should have known.

Our "secret" mission was to Cerea.

How stupid could we have been? Of course Ki's weakness was in his home land.

It wasn't until we landed that I understood why our platoon was so small, the planet was but a speck of dust in the vast galaxy. It was almost insulting that four Sith Lords had to set foot in such an insignificant place. But Qui-Gon insisted on tagging along because he wanted to have the experience of having a mission together. What a sap.

At least he would have chosen an interesting planet.

Cerea was not an imperially occupied country, so our visit wasn't exactly...welcome. And surprise, surprise... Cerea was the home of a massive rebel cell in the making, so when we landed, havoc rained upon us. Even though I was now the official mission strategist of the Empire, I gave some space to Obi-Wan to fully handle the situation.

The clones took care of tearing the planet down, one of them recording the whole thing to show it to Ki-Adi-Mundi when we came back. Obi-Wan instructed Anakin and I to stay behind and guard the entry as they entered the citadel and extracted who we were here for: Ki's family.

Our team work was impeccable; communication was flawless and it was almost like we could hear each other's mind. When I was about to receive a shot, Anakin would intervene. Or if Qui-Gon was at risk, I could feel it before it happened. And so on. We felt like a unit, like a family. There even was an epic moment where we were all in a fighting position in a circle, keeping our ground from the rebels and it was straight-up awesome.

Not wanting to extend myself, the mission was a success and we were able to get Ki's family and take down the planet without a single scratch.

As Anakin piloted the ship, Qui-Gon was overly excited talking about how this was his first time in action after what felt like a lifetime. Obi-Wan took the chance to go down memory lane and started to tell stories about his padawan training and how Qui-Gon would often miscarriage from the plantel.

Now I know where Anakin got that from.

We were all laughing and joking around, a huge contrast from our scary prisoners in the back. But something didn't let me enjoy the moment as much as I could.

In the back of my head, this calling was settling... like an alarm that cannot be snoozed. Like a knocking that can't be ignored.

My lightsabers sat in my hand, shouting at me. Begging me to listen.

And I couldn't pospone it anymore.

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A/N: Sorry I don't have much to say today! Just really busy with uni! I would ask if you're watching Kenobi but I don't want spoilers in the comments!! haha It's GREAT, isn't it?

Before saying goodbye, I do have a little question!

What has been your fav chapter so far? Or fav moment?

Is there something in specific you would like to see?

Thanks loves! Have a great weekend! <3

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