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WARNING: SMUT. Vaginal sex, nudity, praise kink, slight degradation, oral fixation, explicit mature content.

A/N: This one is dedicated to marymendes2222 !!!

BROO I always look forward to your reactions, so I'm excited for this one. Hope you enjoy it and thanks for being so hilarious!

First week wirhout Kenobi, how we feeling?

A little Friday gift :) I actually finished this chapter quicker than I thought, but when inspo hits, one has to hold on! lol

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Y/n's POV

[SMUT STARTS]

—Right there! Oh my- Anakin, right there! — I cried, bouncing on top of the control panel of the electrical trap.

A rush of heat hit me suddenly when Anakin grabbed my hips and angled me so he thrusted himself deeper into me. He looked absolutely disheveled: bangs stuck on his forehead due to the sweat and swollen lips, a result of biting them to shut himself up. His robes were open, being forgotten mid-way into our frenetic session. His abs were available to delight myself and I couldn't help but look at them, dropping a moan whenever they would flex as he pounded in.

—You always take me so well, princess. —Anakin groaned in my ear, making my knees weak.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, urging him to inch closer. Anakin obeyed, leaving a hand pressed against the panel for support and the other one around my hip, trapping us in an intimate hug. His lips kissed their way to my neck, sucking on a specific spot.

—A-Anakin- Mmm, I love your cock inside of me. —I moaned, praising him. 90% of the time that Anakin was cocky drove me crazy, but whenever I would give him compliments in the middle of sex he would go feral. And that was incredibly beneficial to me.

—You're so beautiful, it's truly distracting. —Anakin hissed with his eyes closed, chin up.

It all started when we were sent to the basement to prepare Ki-Adi for the Senate hearing we were having. Once he confirmed that Mace Windu was alive and official leader of the Rebel Alliance, Qui-Gon convoked the whole Senate for Ki-Adi-Mundi's public execution; he said it would simultaneously send a message to the rebels and reinforce the Empire's authority to the planets that were hesitating on their alliance with us.

That hearing was today, so we had to prep and move him to a secure cell in the propulsor pods chamber. As Anakin shut down the machine (I wasn't really a fan of it) to take him out, I got to work on some things on my datapad. But it was not humanly possible for this man to keep his hands to himself. It began with his crotch "accidentally" grazing my ass whenever he moved around the panel. I let it slide, but he then got handsy, his fingers fondling on my waist and hips. All attempts to ignore him went down the drain when he pressed me against the table and even when I turned my face to reject him, I was caught by the sweet nothings he whispered to me. Aware of my surroundings, I tried to limit our encounter to just kissing, enjoying the rush of adrenaline our makeout sessions would give me.

"Not here."

"Yes, here. I need you so bad. Let me make you feel good."

It was all so messy and rushed. Given the strength of his pushes, my body slid up and down on the buttons and flickers, roughing up my skin. My fingers clutched to the loose fabric of Anakin's robes, pulling him in for a desperate kiss that he gladly accepted. In the middle of the kiss, my mouth involuntarily opened to let out a needy whimper. Anakin's conceited smile appeared at my reaction, proud that I couldn't hold in how much pleasure he made me feel.

Anakin pushed me until I laid on my back, the cold surface making me arch my back. It was definitely not fair that while I was completely nude, he was still relatively covered: his pants crumpled up on his thighs and shirt on his shoulders. But he definitely made it worth it when he lowered himself to play with my breasts.

His tongue came out and licked overall my boob, giving kitten licks all around the nipple; teasing. My hand went to push his head against my chest, my fingers entwined on his curls. Showing mercy to my squirming figure, Anakin opened his mouth and took in the whole thing, sucking excitedly as his tongue flicked on the peak from time to time. A cry flew out of me when his other hand climbed from the table to my other breast and carefully massaged it, pinching them whenever he would trust especially harder. Wanting to see, I pushed myself up with my elbows.

Anakin looked up without separating himself from me, a cheeky grin appearing the second he took a pause to give open-mouthed kisses. Hugging me by putting his hands on my back, he closed up his lips around my nipple and sucked more intensely, obligating me to support myself on the panel. The sweat in my hands and my shaking made me slip numerous times, making Anakin responsible for holding me. I tried, the Force knew I tried, to stop squealing but I couldn't.

—Baby, you're gonna get us caught. I need you to be quiet. —Anakin whispered as he ravished himself with my tits, groping my thighs. Because of the intensity of the pleasure pulses, I wasn't able to maintain them close around him, inevitably splitting them open.

—I'm sorry. —I whined, intoxicated by the thick sex atmosphere. —It feels amazing! Oh, Anakin! —I yelled when he rotated his hips, hitting the exact spot to send shivers right through my spine. My body collapsed into the panel, my head pushed back, adjusting at the girth of his dick.

Anakin's hand abandoned my chest and before I could demand for him to put it back, his digits assaulted my mouth, pushing them past my lips. —Did I stutter? Do as you're told.

Out of habit and well-aware of his intentions, I enveloped my lips around his fingers and sucked them. It was very effective at quieting my noises. From my point of view, Anakin's glazed body moved frenetically, granting me a smile each time I would let a strangled moan out or roll my eyes. I grabbed his wrist with one hand and made him push his fingers deeper; everything while I was staring right back at him.

—Such a needy little thing, aren't you? —He moaned, jaw clenched. —Who's making you feel so good, baby? —My eyebrows made a gesture like asking permission to him to talk, to which he nodded.

— Fuck- Lord Vader. —I cried, a string of drool coming out of my lips to Anakin's fingers. He got excited that I used his title (something we've been trying for some time), so he manhandled me into sitting correctly on the table and put my legs above his forearms. —Darth Vader's big cock is fucking me so good. —I trembled, as goosebumps surged all over my body.

—That's right, baby. I'm the one fucking this tight, dripping pussy. —Anakin's breath hitching. He slammed his hips kind of harshly, like stating a point. Anakin used his wet hand and slid it between us, placing the fingertips right on top of my clit. —You've been so good for me today, you deserve to cum, don't you?

I nodded vigorously, bucking my hips to meet his pace. Anakin chuckled and began to rub the throbbing nub with his middle finger. He pushed in with fervor, shaking the whole structure underneath us and wiggling my body. Whimpering like a maniac, I supported myself by grabbing the edges of the panel, accidentally pushing down some levers.

—Then cum for me, pretty girl. —He growled when he felt my walls pulsating around him, clutching his dick. I totally blushed at the new nickname.

My right hand seeked his neck in a rush and I pulled him to kiss me, my lips aching for him. He leaned down and softly gripped my cheeks, our mouth tangling in a sweet battle, taking our time to savor and suck the other one's tongue. Putting my arms around his neck when he picked up the beat, Anakin rocked his hips a few more times until we both climaxed together; his cum shooting up inside me.

We pressed out foreheads together, eyes glazed, waiting for the dizziness of our orgasm to wash out. The tingle between my legs took more time to disappear, giving that Anakin would roam his hands all over my body as he kissed my cheeks tenderly.

[SMUTS ENDS]

When the aftershocks stopped, we separated so I could get dressed. And that's when the smell of something burning got to me. Oh no. Like we were thinking the same thing, we both turned around quickly and saw that Ki-Adi was being electrified.

—You didn't turn it off? —I shouted.

—I think it's very obvious that I didn't! —He spoke sarcastly. This time he did power it off.

—We are so going to hell. —I huffed, the Jedi fighting for air. Who knows how long he had been struggling?

—We already were, beautiful.—Anakin chuckled and I looked at him, not being able to resist. His laugh was so soothing.

We finished dressing up and stared through the window.

—He is so fucking ugly, man. —My face transformed into a disgusted grimace. I really couldn't stand looking at him. —He looks like a dick.

Anakin snapped the second I said that and he gazed at me with puppy eyes and a frown.

—What? —I asked with furrowed brows and then I widened my eyes with an open mouth. —Oh! Wait! No, no, no! No, yours doesn't look like that, baby. —My hand caressed his cheek. —Yours is very pretty, I swear. I love your dick. —He let go on my sweet gesture.

—If you say so... —He sighed dramatically. —Now I feel very self-conscious.

With a loud laugh, I threw my head back and shook it as I approached him. My hands rested on his chest and I got my face closer to his playful smile, my nose nudging his.

—Would a blowjob help? —I smirked before dropping a kiss on his plumped lips.

—Sweetheart, a blowjob can do wonders. —He embraced me, pulling me in for a deeper one. —You called me baby. —He said cheekily, rocking me from side to side when our kiss ended.

I was speechless; that's true. It totally slipped.

—Only because you said it so much today. It rubbed on me. —I excused myself, trying to dismiss it. Anakin gave me his characteristic smirk when he saw me panicking. —Shut up!

—I didn't say anything! —He put his hands up.

—Just... shut up! —He cackled. —I'm not the only one being gentle. Apparently I'm not a filthy slut today. —I raised my eyebrow at him and smiled with my hands on my hips. Of course I noticed how loving he was earlier. All those nicknames and praises didn't go by without me realizing.

—You didn't like it? —His thumbs caressed my hips. — You're a filthy slut for my cock every day, I thought I would change it for once. —He bragged cockily.

—I did... —My cheeks heated up. —I was greatly surprised. —My eyes deviated into a side-look, not wanting to see his reaction.

Anakin was in the middle of nibbling my ear, telling me how pretty I look all flustered, but Ki-Adi's whines of pain distracted us, killing the mood.

—We should move him now. —I pressed my lips into an uncomfortable gesture, to which Anakin nodded. —Let me text Fives and Jesse. —I said naturally, taking out my datapad.

—Is that something you do on a regular basis? —Crossing his arms, Anakin took a step back.

—Do what? —My eyes glued to the screen as I typed.

—Text them. The clones. You said like it's a normal thing for you to do. —His tone got firmer, forcing me to finally glance at him.

—I don't know. Sometimes. —I shrugged my shoulders, shaking my head like it was not a big deal. It was not something I did daily, but they were very friendly and sent me funny images. Fives texted me back that he was on his way with Jesse and Kix to pick him up. —Done. —I started to walk outside the room and into the elevator at the end of the hallway.

—Excuse me? Since when? —Anakin chased me with yellow eyes.

—I don't know. Since always? Their numbers are right there on the system. —I sighed, pressing the button to call the lift. —Why is this a big deal?

—I don't like that you feed their obsession. It gives them hope. —Anakin growled, entering the metal cage after me.

—Of what? —I pressed.

—Of ever being with you. —He towered me and I scoffed.

—Who says they can't? —I was not even slightly interested in them like that, but it pissed me off that Anakin was trying to control me.

—Right, right... I forgot there's Hunter. —He squinted his eyes at me. Mentally, I shut my eyes. I was hoping that had been buried on the back of his head after the Obi-Wan fiasco.

—Don't be dramatic, Ani. He is just a friend. —I crossed my arms, matching him.

—Friendship doesn't include flirting. —Okay, I was starting to get upset. When has he ever seen me flirt with Hunter? I mean, I have, but I was careful for Anakin not to see. It was totally harmless, seeing the clones bring their A-game was old-fashioned fun.

—It's not like he took me out on a date. —I took a step closer to him. Yes, I was still salty about it. Especially after finding out that Kytra was the one who killed things off.

—I thought we were over that. —He rolled his eyes.

—So did I. Remind me when you broke up with her. —Elevating the heat of the argument, I mocked him, raising my brows.

—I don't know, weeks ago...? —He huffed.

—Bullshit. She broke up with you, jackass. —The doors opened and we were in front of the main lobby. Anakin's face widened in surprise. —And before you say anything, it doesn't matter who told me. What matters is that you did something worse, lied about it and then lectured me like you're a saint. —Walking outside, I left him alone in the elevator. — Don't get it twisted. I like hanging out with you, but you're delusional if you think you get to tell me what to do, Anakin.

And I twirled on my heels and left him all alone.

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The lipstick flowed smoothly, finishing up the last detail of my look. I stood up and checked my dress, slipping the fabric to smoothe up some wrinkles (For this one there are many options, please check the chapter: Phoenix's wardrobe and choose your favorite!). Lastly, I hung the necklace Qui-Gon gave me for my birthday last year around my neck. Perfect.

I did my best attempt to pull together a worthy outfit because this was my first time attending one of these events. On past occasions, I just rejected them; politics were so boring. Most of the people attending today were puppets implanted by the Empire, so it's not like they had anything meaningful to share. However, Qui-Gon liked to do these sorts of venues so he could hear what was wrong with the Galaxy (minus the authoritarian government, of course) and help out. If you leave out the genocide, he was actually a pretty damn good ruler.

I walked to my makeup table again to fix some strings of my hair; I was styling it loose today. After correcting some things, I finished off my outfit and walked to the door, to start heading up to the propulsor pods chamber.

My dress danced to the rythym of the wind and my hips, the black textile swiftly flowing when I quickened my pace, and so did my hair. Holding my tiny purse in one hand, the other one was in charge of picking up some of the fabric so I could stroll up the stairs. On my journey I encountered many political figures, but I didn't stop to acknowledge any of them. The amount of people dialed down when I reached the private part of the Convocation Chamber; it was reserved for the imperial personnel only.

As I reached the designated pods, the clones' familiar faces flooded the room. Many of them were from the 212th, Obi-Wan's legion, but it wasn't hard to figure out the ones from the 501st. Mainly because they corrected their posture the minute I appeared on their sight, their backs straightening and his arms stiffening. I quietly laughed and walked past the, after all they were right in the middle of my path.

—Evening, boys. — I greeted in a silky voice, strutting in front of their line-up without stopping. Not that the Force told me, but I could totally feel their eyes on my butt.

—Good evening, General Phoenix. —They respectfully saluted back before some of them started to follow me.

I heard their voices calling out compliments, which I thanked:

"Stunning shoes, General."

"Looking good, General,"

"Is that a new dress? Not that I stare..."

I chuckled at their nervousness. They were oddly adorable. But of course, my fun had to be ruined.

Or improved?

At the end of the hallway there was Anakin, fully dressed with a black suit, one I've never seen before (Anakin's outfit is in the Phoenix's Wardrobe Vol.2 Chapter!). It was so elegant and attractive... I almost forgot that I wanted to slap his scar off.

I was still mad at Anakin for his comments earlier. He was crazy if he thought he had any ounce of control over me or if he thought I was willing to bend for him. I mean, I was, but that wasn't the scenario right now.

My whole life I had been walked over and shoved in a tiny box, and no entitled golden boy was going to ruin my newly acquired freedom. I would be caught dead first.

Adorning his handsome face, furrowed eyebrows and enlarged nostrils sent me the message of how annoyed he was at my grand entrance. His hands turned into fists the moment Fives and Hunter got side by side to me, trying to make small talk about my dress. The last one got hansier than usual with my sleeve, but I let it slide.

This smelled like trouble and I was loving it.

—Oh, Hunter! —My laugh was pitchier, more flirtatious than usual. —You are so bad! —I nudged his shoulder with my hand after he made a joke about how tight my dress was and that he couldn't imagine wearing underwear underneath it. — One obviously can't. —I answered, my hand sliding off his arm and he bit his lip subtly, his eyes going up and down my figure.

Maybe, just maybe, if Anakin was out of the picture, I could have given him a chance. He was charismatic, funny, easy to talk to. And he had that sense of responsability, not only given by his clone nature, that was really hot in a man. But he was just... not it.

From the corner of my eye I could see Fives' puzzled look, so I tried to break into his mental barriers.

"Fives, wake up! Learn from the god in front of you!"

I contained a chuckle.

—Maybe we have to make sure of that? —Fives spoke with excessive, fake confidence after clearing his throat.

I turned around slowly to face him, not really sure what to answer. Not sure if I even wanted to answer. What the hell...?

—Dude...—Hunter said and winced chidingly, shaking his head.

I felt sorry for Fives, his cheeks were awfully blushed and he looked like he wanted to be swallowed by a hole in the ground. So I just giggled and brushed his reddened cheek with my finger tips to calm him down.

—Wouldn't you like that, tiger? —And that simple gesture made him feel so much better.

However, I felt his body tensing up again and before I could ask him what was wrong, the people around me stiffened up and put their hands behind their backs.

—General Skywalker. —They talked in unison.

—Soldiers. —His voice boomed through the air. I hated the effect his voice had on me, because the second his firmed voice reached my ears, goosebumps erupted all over me. —Glad you showed Lady Phoenix the way. —He talked down to me, making me feel like I was dumb.

—They're so very kind...General Skywalker. —I stared right into his eyes as I said those words, delighting myself in the effects they had. —You should be proud of your men. They're so loyal and considerate... Hunter even offered himself to fix my makeup table tonight, after the Convocation. Isn't he so thoughtful? —I faced the clone with a smirk, massaging his pumped arm.

—He is one of the best, indeed. —Anakin said through gritted teeth. —Soldiers, please stand down so I can have a second to speak to General Phoenix. —He said all that with his eyes fixed on me.

The clones separated and walked a couple steps back, dissolving into the small crowd. When they were far enough, Anakin grabbed me by the arm and pulled me to the sides.

—The fuck do you think you are doing? —He asked menacingly.

—I was having a conversation with my friends before you interrupted. Why? What's the problem, Ani? —I put my hand on my hips and lifted my chin. He better understand that no one intimidates me.

— Because of Kytra? You're unbelievable. That date was ages ago and you still-

—If you seriously think that the date is the real issue here, you didn't hear a word I said! —I whispered-yelled with widened eyes.

—And you're not hearing me! But whatever problem we have is definitely not resolved by flirting with the clones!

He put his face closer to mine and I had to resist the urge of pressing my lips against his when he licked them. Apparently he felt the same because his gaze was fixed on my lips as well. We started to inch closer and closer, his fresh breath hitting me from up close.

—It may not fix things... —I whispered. —... but it's so fun seeing you mad, Ani. How can I stop? —A little laugh escaped him.

—It's ridiculous. —He said and I looked at him with a confused face. — The lies you tell them so you can get them all riled up. That underwear thing...

—Who says I'm lying? —I chuckled as I watched him look down to my crotch area with tense muscles.

—Phoenix, I swear to the Maker-

—Hey, guys! How fancy! —Qui-Gon's voice sounded from behind him, appearing all glammed-up with his official cloak (Qui-Gon's outfit is in the Phoenix's Wardrobe Vol.2 chapter!). —Phoenix, my dear, is that the necklace I got you? It looks fantastic!

The accumulated air on my lungs let go when I heard him approaching and we distanced ourselves in time for Qui-Gon not to suspect. But the rivalry in our eyes never stood back.

—Thank you, Qui-Gon. —And I accepted his warm hug. He kissed the top of my head before shaking Anakin's hand.

—Anakin, that cape was a great choice. —He complimented and Anakin smirked proudly. Extra is the word I would use...

—Thanks, Master. —Anakin picked it up and threw it back with smugness. Like I said, extra.

— I'm glad I stepped in before you got into a fight. —Qui-Gon hummed with an accusatory tone. —I thought you too were getting along better. —He shook us by our shoulders with a tired sigh.

—We are... when Anakin is not a complete asshole. —I squinted my eyes.

—Or when she is not a drama queen. —Anakin smiled sarcastically.

—Where is Obi-Wan when I need him? —Qui-Gon looked up to the sky, like praying for the man to present himself.

—Hello there. —Sounded from behind me. —Did I hear my name? —Obi-Wan appeared with the most shining smile.

I opened my mouth excitedly and cheered for him to twirl. Obi-Wan burst into laughter but still complied and gave a little spin, showing off his snazzy black robes (Obi-Wan's outfit is in the Phoenix's Wardrobe Vol. 2 chapter!).

—Look at you! Playing the part of a Sith Lord! You look so handsome!—I snapped my fingers.

—You're too kind, Phoenix. I thank you. —He came close to me to drop a kiss on my cheek. —But I'm mere dust compared to you, that dress is wonderful. —He held me by my waist and I put my head on his shoulder, in a loving gesture.

—Don't tell her that. The clones have enlarged her ego enough already. —Anakin growled and we all looked back and giggled (except Anakin) at the clones, who failed miserably at trying to stare at me without showing his intentions.

—Damn, we all look good. —Qui-Gon jiggled his head and pointed at us with finger guns. We all stared for a moment and then exploded in a collective laugh. Sometimes he was truly a dad. —What? We do!

—You're right, master. We do. —Anakin put his palm on Qui-Gon's back, comforting him.

—We must, or all those fucking senators are gonna rip us apart behind our backs. —Obi-Wan rolled his eyes. He had commented in our tea sessions how gossipy and fake most senators were, one of the many reasons why he couldn't stand them and the politics.

—Lucky for you senators are not coming tonight. —Qui-Gon dismissed, straightening his outfit.

—What? Isn't this a Senate Convocation? —I frowned.

—No, this is an Imperial Convocation. Only first-hand rulers are allowed. —He explained. —I thought it would give the event the spotlight it deserved. We don't assassinate a Jedi hero every day. —He scoffed.

—Wait. What's the difference? I don't get it. —I asked confusedly.

—Senators are the lame replacements of the rulers, they are not the real thing. —Anakin huffed. —Tonight there will be kings, queens, governors, prime ministers, duchesses...

Obi-Wan's shoulder shook for a split second. Not wanting to sell him out, I didn't turn immediately, but at the minimum chance I turned to him; he was pale. White, sweaty pale. I wanted to give him a hug and reassured him, however, the circumstances were less than ideal of course.

—So you better give them one heck of a show, kid. —Qui-Gon gave Anakin a pat on the back.

Oh, yes. Anakin was in charge of executing Ki-Adi-Mundi because he was the one who found him. I thought the honor was going to me after Qui-Gon scolded Anakin's ass for letting Windu escape. It was quite a sight to see Anakin getting his ass handed to him, nevertheless, he said that it was Anakin's right to go through with it. Whatever, I'll find the next one.

—First we have to do all of the formalities of the session, you know, listen to them talk and explain their necessities... —Anakin made a gesture like he was inducing himself to vomit and Qui-Gon just ignored him. —... and then we go ahead with the execution. He is already prep up in the cell under the main stage.

Obi-Wan's hand was gripping hard on my waist and every so often I heard him gulp. I stood up straight and side-hugged him, hoping that would give him some support.

—Do we need to sit in specific places? —I asked, changing the topic.

—Just for the first entrance I need all of you behind me to welcome the people. Then you can sit wherever you want. It would be great if you could scatter around so often to check the perimeter, in case we have a traitor in here.

We all nodded and Qui-Gon checked his watch.

—It's almost time. We should give them a couple more minutes to arrive. Someone is always late. —He rolled his eyes. —See you in there, guys.

We waved him goodbye and watched him disappear with a bunch of clones to his throne propulsor pod.

—I-I... I should go with him. —Obi-Wan stared at the wall with an emotionless face and walked at an automatic pace. I tried to hold him to stay; he wasn't in conditions to wander alone, but he escaped my grip. His force signature left behind feelings of uneasiness and profound longing.

—Looks like you are almost in time to go and pick up some panties to wear. —Anakin was the first to talk after Obi-Wan's departure.

I was about to give him a piece of his mind when the speaker in the ceiling alerted us that we all must go to our seats.

—General, may I escort you to your pod? —Hunter approached and offered me his arm. I defied Anakin with my eyes and then directed myself to the long-haired clone.

—Sure, Hunter. Thank you so much. I would greatly appreciate your company throughout the evening. —I wrapped my hands around his arm and spoke in a seductive voice.

—You can't. —Anakin blurted. Hunter began to desperately ask why when Anakin interrupted him. I just limited myself to glare at the dickhead. —I need you to do inventory. Now.

—General, that's scrap work. A simple droid could do it! —He took a step back when he noticed Anakin's expression changing at his banter about droids. I let out a muffled laugh. Oh, Anakin and his droids.—I haven't done that since I was a cadet! —He whined.

—I trust you to do it correctly. Now, go, Hunter. —Anakin's eyes turned yellow. —Don't make me repeat myself one more time.

—Fine... —He sighed and unwillingly let go of me.

—I'll see you tonight? —My question made him turn back and sent me a playful smirk on his way out.

—Of course, general Phoenix. —He winked and went away running.

—Thanks, Ani. —I scoffed annoyed, to which he gave me a half-smile with his hands behind his back and chin up.

—I can escort you, General! —Fives popped out of nowhere. —I will keep you company so you are not alone tonight. —He tried to play it smoothly but he ended up being another level of adorable.

—Why, thank you Fives! —I gladly accepted his arm. This will also do the trick.

—No, you have to go and finish the reports-

—They're all done, sir. —Fives interrupted Anakin politely and nodded once, in a military gesture. —Shall we? —He put his hand in front of me, like insting me to lead the way. Maybe it was because he was going to spend some alone time with me and that worked on his favor last time, but I was terribly amused by his newly found confidence.

I scoffed incredulously at Anakin's shocked face. That glove is gonna rip off his hand if he keeps clenching his fist.

—We shall, Fives. —I squeezed his bicep, delighted at the bulge.

I started to walk with him and before leaving to the entrance of our repulsor pod, I looked back at Anakin over my shoulder to give him a smirk. Needless to say, he was fumming as he watched me go away.

"See you inside, Ani."

And before leaving him alone, I pulled up the sides of my dress enough for it to reveal my naked hip.

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A/N: Heavily thinking into turning Phoenix into a full O/C. I would like to know your opinions on this! Would you feel deattached from the story? Is is a good idea? Would you like it? Anything helps! :)

Are you team Fives or Hunter? (OMG IM SO HAPPY TO USE HIM). This is barely phase 1 Jealous Anakin!

Happy Friday, happy weekend!

Love you so much, always remember that you haven't met all of the people that are going to love you! I live by that :)