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WARNING: Mentions of smut, neck kissing, licking.

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Y/N's POV

When I left the meeting room my mind was running a 100 miles an hour. The urge to prove to everyone that I was a vital member of the team and a fundamental part of the Empire's success was eating from inside out. I couldn't let my master down, I wouldn't be able to handle the embarrassment. Could you imagine if I made a fool of myself in front of the guys, making Qui-Gon look like a fool for picking me?

 I stopped in the middle of a gigantic aisle and took a deep breath. "I must calm down", I murmured to myself. Whenever I got in that state, nothing productive came out of it. 

I decided to take a detour from my original route to my chambers and went straight to the main hangar, where I knew my trooper legion, the 399th, would be. Something peculiar about this squad in question was that they were all women, not clones of Jango Fett. That made it incredibly small in comparison to other legions, however, it was ten times more effective. My little group consisted of previous bounty hunters, reformed Rebels, mandalorian fighters and Jane-Doe's I trained into soldiers.

The massive metal doors greeted me on my way to the enormous platform. Soon after getting through them, I spotted Ky, one of the only two troopers I actually talked to, who fixing up her starfighter. Everything was chaotic; soldiers running around and fixing the damage on our cruisers. Because we arrived yesterday we had to do a lot of check-ups and unpack a lot of cargo.

—Greetings, Darth Phoenix. — She stood up on a rigid stand and put her hand on her forehead, obviously kidding. She saw the killer look I threw at her and started laughing. —What's with the face? —She sat down on the ship's wing.

—I just had my first meeting with Qui-Gon and his friends. —I scrunched my face, signaling my disgust. I pulled myself up and sat on the wing as well. —I really don't want to talk about it. —I threw myself back, resting my head on the hard metal. My silence didn't last long before I pushed myself back up and explained the reason behind my uneasiness.—It's just that Anakin Skywalker is such an asshole. Force, when I came here, I expected to run into the elegant and experienced leader Qui-Gon can't shut up about. Instead, I met this arrogant and egocentric piece of shit who already has a bone to pick with me. —My hand massaged my forehead trying to alleviate the pain.

—Did he say something to you? Or is it just his attitude? —Kytra asked, polishing as she paid attention to me.

—He called me a moron and completely dismissed my attack plan. —I exhaled with an eye roll.

—He did what?! Why? —She got angrier and narrowed her eyes. —What is your plan?

I explained everything to her. From the first moment he and I met to this very moment.

—He is in fact an asshole. The hell is his problem? —I loved that the we thought alike. — I really do think your plan is great! We just need to work through the details. —She shrugged like we had nothing to worry about and wink at me with complicity. I appreciated the reassuring gesture and thanked her quietly for boosting my mood. 

 We were interrupted by some screaming, the voice completely recognizable: Taaray.

—I will not say it again! Someone take those droids out of the ship and take them to maintenance! And for fuck's sake, where the hell is the mechanic? —She shouted.  Every trooper around her moved to the speed of light. Frowning while approaching us, she stood on the floor with her left arm on the wing.

—Aye, aye, captain. —I held in a laugh, earning a glare from my favorite trooper and captain of my squad.

—I thought we trained them well, but I swear, every time they get more idiotic. —She shook her head. —What is happening? —She furrowed her brows to us, sensing the low moral. Kytra quickly filled her in. —Oh, so the famous Hero with no Fear. I knew he would suck, his smug face says it all. Don't you worry Phoenix, he must be intimidated, for sure. —She tilted her head, confidently. —Like every man ever is.

—That's what I think! —Agreed Ky.

—However, there's something off to me. —She squinted her eyes at me. —You are not easily annoyed by those types of comments, you know better...—She hummed to the sky. But she quickly noticed the blush spreading through my cheeks as I relived the moments from the night before. —Are you..? Wait, are you attracted to him? —She said with surprise.

Cold sweat formed on the edges of my forehead and down my spine. Admitting that I found Anakin Skywalker hot would be the most humiliating thing that I could ever say.

I grimaced hard before speaking out.

—Please, Taaray, get your head out of your ass. First of all, he is not as hot as the rumors say. Sooo overhyped, I can assure you that. Second of all, I cannot be attracted to him, we are working together. And third, he is the biggest asshole known to mankind. And I've been to Corellia! I would know! Seriously, you need to meet him to understand. —I crossed my arms in a protective manner.

They looked at me like they didn't believe me but did not drag the topic any longer. But before absolutely dropping it, Ky added:

—Just so you know, I wouldn't blame you if you did, I have seen the posters too, and I hate to admit, but I do find him hot.—She scrunched her nose and pulled her shoulders up with her palms open.

Fucking traitor.

We kept talking about everything, from important stuff to absolute nonsense, all in an attempt to drag my mind out of the Skywalker topic.

—It's perfect, I got intel that an old Rebel leader was kicked off from the Alliance because they were an extremist and is now looking to sell all of the information they gathered. He is in Zeltron, so we could definitely go and catch him. —She proposed.

—And how trustworthy is your information? —I questioned. —Because I don't think Qui-Gon would appreciate using valuable resources in an unworthy mission.

—Well, that's the thing... I got the word from some of my bounty hunters friends, so it could be a trap...but c'mon is worth the try! We could get some fun out of it! —She pushed her body backwards dramatically. —The Maker knows we have been working so hard for the past months, I need a break! —She shouted the last part.

Taraay and I looked at each other and laughed, mocking her. Ky was dramatic 90% of the time, but I had to give it to her, even I was tired.

—Well, I don't know... I need more confirmation and right now we are solely focusing on taking down those bases... maybe I could send you two first, to investigate? —I was thinking out loud and Kytra got more and more excited with every word that came out of my mouth.

—Don't worry Phoenix, we can discuss that later, because even if I'm craving those vacations as well, there are a ton of things we need to take care of first. —Taaray indirectly scolded Kytra through her words. —For example, fixing the Resolute's southeast engine, but we cannot yet, because where the hell is that mecanic now?! —She screamed that last part for everyone to hear, making the nearby troopers stop and shake.

—I-I'm s-sorry Captain. B-But- —One of the troopers stood before us and directed her wobbling words to me and Taaray.

—Speak correctly, trooper, we can't understand shit when you are stuttering. —I glared, exasperated. The trooper gulped heavily and spoke up.

—One mechanic is sick and the other two are working on Master Kenobi's ship. That may take them a while. 

Taaray sighed, frustrated.

—Fucking hell.—She whispered.

In that moment, almost like heaven sent him, Anakin Skywalker came through the hangar's doors. 

Like he was a magnet, all of the female looks landed right on him. Especially because he was shirtless and sweating, like he got out of training. The immediate attention  was filling his ego up, and of course he took the chance to soak up everything up.  His abs were shining with the light, making them impossible to ignore. 

To my full shock, he walked straight to us. Not to my surprise, when he spoke, he didn't direct the words to me; he didn't even acknowledge my presence.

Asshole.

—What seems to be the problem, Captain...? —he paused, waiting for Taaray to fill the void. —Heard something about a busted engine.

—Taaray, Captain Taaray, sir.  —She introduced herself in a polite yet distante matter. —We need one of the engines of our ship fixed and there are no mechanics available, sir.—She explained, pointing at the cruiser.

He hummed for a while.

—I may be able to help you. Can you show me the problem? —He asked, actually curious.

—Of course, sir, please follow me. —Taaray slowly moved away from us, not without sending us a worried look before taking off.

 I quickly noticed something peculiar about Anakin's appearance, besides his upper nakedness: he wasn't wearing his goddamn glove. I could see his metal arm in all its glory. My mind wandered about the weight of it, I mean, it was a bunch of metal and krystals, not to mention the little touches of gold. 

That thing must be heavy as fuck. And he carries it all day long? He must be so strong, so-

—So the man does live up to the expectations. Were you kidding earlier? I really hope you were, because else you are severely brain damaged. Maker, that man can rail me any time, do you think he would be interes- —I interrupted Kytra's quick blabbering by glaring harshly at her, only to twist her arm in pinch to shut her up.

I saw Anakin quietly smirking and I just knew he heard what Kytra said. She gasped and turned her face to me, demanding me to stop.

—Then you stop making a fool of yourself and shut the fuck up. —I narrowed my eyes and she started to caress her arm in an attempt to relieve the pain.

We proceeded to watch Anakin fix the ship. He stared at the engine for a few minutes before coming up with the solution. I didn't understand a single word he was saying due to the distance separating us, but I understood that something was jammed. He then placed his metal hand on a tube, his entire arm tightening because of the effort. His neck's vein popped out and he clenched his jaw. The beads of sweat that were already on his forehead dripped down his sides, reaching his abs quickly. He then pulled the lever out of the way with his metal hand. The mere sight of him tearing that engine apart made me squeeze my thighs. Something he could never find out, or I would never hear the end of it.

Anakin finished fixing it up and got up, walking towards us once again. It felt like slow motion, watching all his messy and sweaty glory approach us. But in no time, he was standing right with us. He crossed his arms and put them on top of the wing.

—Hi, I'm Anakin Skywalker, I apologize for not introducing myself earlier. —He took Kytra's hand and kissed it. 

She was shocked at the interaction, so was I. 

—Don't sweat about it. You can introduce yourself whenever you want. —She bit her bottom lip, shutting down the seductive smile she was giving to Anakin and laughed at her own puns. He laughed too, shooting a wink at her. 

I, on the other hand, was completely annoyed. Probably wearing the biggest frown and crooking my mouth to stop myself from vomiting at such display. He switched his gaze from her to me and smirked, somehow delighted to found a successful way to get into my nerves.

—Hey Phoenix, didn't see you there. How are you? —He asked with a fake innocence.

— Nauseated. Grossed out. Bored. —I enlisted the things I was feeling. A sign of amusement shined on his eyes, but I ignored it. And the little twirls my stomach did when I saw that my words were fun to him. — I'm gonna go find something fun to do. —I hopped off the wing, landing harshly on the floor and walking straight to the exit when he grabbed my arm and pulled me closer.

—I have a couple of suggestions. —He grinned looking up and down my face, his eyes inevitably falling on my lips. —Maybe I can show you around, teach you how we work here. Or do something more fun, alone.

The way this man would bully me in a meeting and then shamelessly propose hooking up to me in a lapse of less than two hours had me huffing and snorting in disbelief. Part of me wonder if I was too obvious about my interest or if he was just messing around with my head. But a quick glance up and down my suit confirmed what I should have known: He is a man.

—I think I'll pass, but please, take my suggestion and go shower. Your sweat is disgusting. —I blurted with heat. And lied. I totally lied because that sweat was making me drip in unholy ways.

—Only if you take it with me. —He cockily suggested. I rolled my eyes at his bluntness and pulled my arm out of his grasp. I continued my route, feeling his gaze on my ass as I was getting away.

Trying to act like I didn't enjoy having that type of attention from his part.

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I've had remained hidden the whole week in my chambers, looking for things to do, besides working on my attack plan. With the few exceptions of incredibly early workout sessions, some jogging escapades and late dinners, I was basically secluded on my room. At least it was gigantic.

Watching TV, stretching, practicing knife throwing, staring at the city (again), dancing around and practicing with my double bladed lightsaber were crossed off my list of things to do to entertain me. I didn't want to go out, not feeling like this was my home yet. I also knew that each legion would be busy training, so I didn't want to intrude. And this first week my squad was free to rest, so I really didn't have the need to leave.

And on top of things, I didn't want to see Anakin. 

I didn't like how out of control I felt when he was nearby.

Please notice how I didn't add "personal time" on the list above. That's because I had specifically prohibited myself from putting my hands between my legs if Anakin was on my head.  

One night, when it was late enough to go to sleep, I put on my silky nightgown and went to bed, but couldn't fall asleep. I kept rolling around the mattress, trying my best to clear my mind and drift off. I finally decided that sleep wasn't something I was gonna get anytime soon, so I listened to my gut and went to the main kitchen looking for a late night snack.

I traveled quietly through the aisles, trying not to wake anyone up. I entered through the wood doors and went straight to the big freezer. Bingo. A big bucket of chocolate ice cream was waiting for me. I took it out and placed it on the kitchen island. Then I took out a small bowl, a spoon and an ice cream scoop. The ice cream was at the perfect temperature, smooth and soft. The spoon slided perfectly through the cream and three perfect little balls were made. I put everything back and sat down to enjoy the dessert.

The night was peaceful. The delicious treat was making a great job at calming down the rumbling in my stomach and in my mind, numbing me to the mental race I've had in my head since my first day here.

The immense satisfaction I felt thanks to the calmness shortly ended when a figure popped from the doors out of nowhere. 

It was Anakin and he had his lightsaber ignited. I jumped, totally scared and out of my element, sending daggers his way with my gaze.

—Are you a psycho? Why the fuck did you do that? —I scolded him.

—I'm sorry. I'm still not used to your force signature, I thought it was an intruder. —He turned off the red glow and placed it in the little belt of his sleeping trousers. Oh, right, and he was shirtless, again.—What are you doing here anyway? I haven't seen you in, like, a week and it's pretty late. —He crossed his arms with furrowed brows. 

I picked up some ice cream with the spoon and pointed it to him, in order to show him the cause of my little nightscape. He slightly nodded, proving his understanding. We stayed silent for a few seconds before I realized it was just just two of us, here, and apparently sleepless. So I decided to have fun with it and take advantage of the way his gaze seemed to be fixated on my weak excuse of a pajama. Sometimes his gaze would flick to my face, with a concentrated look.

Always trying to see through the shield. 

I rolled my eyes at that before another thought came to me: if I can't have a peaceful moment when he's around, then neither can he. And so I directed the spoon towards my lips and let the content of the metal object be engulfed by my mouth, sliding it all down my throat so that he could see the lump as I swallowed; my eyes never leaving his. He stepped closer and instead of approaching me like I thought he was going to, he just lowered his gaze to the bowl and scrunched his nose.

—Chocolate? Is that all? —He asked, scratching his head.  I was charmed by the little gesture, so innocent and gentle. So contrary to everything I've seen.

—Umm, I think not. I remember a few other flavors in the freezer. 

He walked inside and quickly returned with a bucket and placed it on the island. Whilst looking for a spoon, he asked:

—So, hey, your friend, the one from the hangar, what's her deal? Is she single? —I was taken back by the question. I turned to look at him, but all I could see was his back, as he was opening and closing cabinets.

—Are you referring to Kytra?— I asked with widened eyes.

—That's her name? It's nice. —He looked back at me, raising his brows. — Do you think she would be up for a date? —He finally came back with the spoon and sat down in the booth beside me.

—Don't you think it is inappropriate? She is a trooper after all. You're her superior. — I squinted my eyes.

—Uh, don't threaten me with a good time, darling. —He said jokingly. I hoped.

I rolled my eyes and continued to eat my ice cream, which was already melting. I rested my head on my left hand and saw the little tag on the side of his bucket while he turned it from side to side, trying to get it out in one scoop.

—Vanilla? I should have known. Perfect fit for you, Ani. —I smiled suggestively and then laughed, tilting my head a little.

—You should watch that pretty little mouth of yours. If you knew me better, you'd know I'm anything but vanilla. —He stared at me, almost like he was undressing me in his head.

He noticed the way my breath faltered under his gaze and laughed while shaking his head. He then went back to try and scrape the frozen block furiously, but it was too hardened. After a few tries he switched hands quickly, not wanting to admit he was being defeated by a pint of ice cream, and went to town once more, this time it was that damn metal hand going for it.

The same one that has been tormenting me since I arrived.

Watching it in all its glory, being put to use right in front of me was the best porn I could have ever asked for.  The way his biceps clenched and his veins popped was majestic and I couldn't take my eyes off of it, nor did I wanted to. I was so entranced by the way he had turned such a mundane activity into my new kink that I forgot about the spoonful of ice cream that never made it into my mouth, and the now liquid chocolate dripped on my chest.

The unexpected cold sensation against my burning skin, courtesy of Pornakin.com, quickly got a reaction out of me, making my nipples harden even more. The scraping sound stopped for a second.

—Shit. Ah- —I was about to clean it up myself when my hand was trapped by his midway. I was confused until looked up and found his eyes staring down at the ice cream that was dripping lower and lower, like it was a complex piece of art that belonged in a museum.

Without letting go of my hand or breaking eye contact with my heaving chest,  his face lowered and his tongue came out to lick the liquid. The little trace of chocolate had reached my cleavage, and he wasn't about to leave any mess behind, so he dipped right between my breasts.

I couldn't hide the moan that escaped my mouth, to which he grinned. The mixture of the cold liquid and the warmth of his breath was too much to handle and I tried to closed my legs to get a little relief. But his body between my thighs was stopping me from doing so.

Once he finished cleaning the ice cream he looked up at me, searching for any traces of discomfort or plans to put out my saber and cut his dick off, but the only thing he saw were my eyes fluttering shut and my head pushed back, giving him more access. He proceeded to go up, leaving little kisses and nibbling along my neck, until he reached my chin. Anakin saw my contorted features and smirked, taking pleasure in my reaction. He grabbed my chin and lowered it, demanding me non-verbally to open my eyes, which I did.

I was in a trance so I barely noticed when he reached for my spoon with a devilish smile and filled it with more ice cream, only to spread it on his chest this time. It was all across his pecs, little drops reaching his nipples. I was fighting internally; I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of being obedient, but the temptation was too much. My body moved on its own as I slowly reached in, inches away from meeting his soft glowy skin with the tip of my tongue, my mouth was practically watering at this point, I could feel the heat radiating from him, and oh force I was so clos-

—Oh, I-I'm sorry, Generals. We thought we heard something and I-I was sent to i-investigate- —The trooper quickly blabbered.

Anakin and I immediately separated. He grabbed a cloth nearby and cleaned his torso with it, clearly frustrated. I lowered my gaze to the ground and fixed my nightgown, hopefully it was still dark enough so that my bitch-in-heat face wasn't too noticeable. I thought Anakin was going to choke the living shit out of the soldier but instead he just said:

—It's okay, Rex. Just please, leave. —The ice blonde trooper immediately disappeared and I took his exit as my cue too. —Where are you going? I didn't say you could leave. —He frowned.

—I think it's for the best. —I said sternly as my hand grabbed the door handle. —Things were getting too out of control over here. —And I exited, leaving him alone.