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WARNING: FULL-ON SMUT. (unprotected) Vaginal sex; from behind, legs on top of shoulders, missionary. Oral sex (female receiving). Degrading kink, chocking, edging, praise kink. There's a part where someone listens to them have sex.  Photos during sex. Tit-fucking, ejaculating on tits, eating cum. Handcuffs. Fluff.

I-I... this is a creation from my imagination, please don't leave lmao.

A/N: This is the type of chapter that makes me happy to write! It's a smut scene I've been craving to create, so if you're not in the mood to read or your surroundings are not ideal to read fanfiction, I gently ask you to wait until you're in a more comfortable environment :) It may be one of my favorites, and I hope you love it as well! (Oh, and it's LONG. Anakin's dick kind of long).

Please pay attention to the tags, I would hate for you to read something that would make you uncomfortable!

And as always, your thoughts are very welcome! They help me improve <3

This one is dedicated to @yeahyeahchloe! you lovely human being, your comments always make me laugh!

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Y/N's POV.

1 minute later.

I closed the door of Anakin's room behind me.

2 minutes.

Suit was off and crumpled up in the corner.

5 minutes.

If Anakin walked in at this exact moment, he would be greeted by his favorite set of lingerie ready to welcome him home.  [I left some options in "Phoenix's Lingerie Drawer!"].

10 minutes.

He was still not here.

15 minutes.

I was starting to get really needy; the vibrator was starting to sound like a good idea.

30 minutes.

No longer needy but pissed, revenge ideas wouldn't stop coming to mind. What the fuck were they even talking about?

45 minutes.

I was officially bored and out of the mood.

1 hour.

With a book in hand, I had already given up hope that I would get laid soon.

In my time in solitude here in the Empire building, I was already caught up with all of the books in the library. So of course it was inevitable for me to go browsing in Anakin's personal library. The majority of his collection was completed by manuals of mechanic shit and old comic books. I found a book about the usage of the Force here and there, although what absolutely blew my mind was finding the book that matched the t-shirt I was wearing the other night.

Curious to see what it was all about, I opened it and layed stomach-down on the bed, checking out the pages. At first what was pure gibberish, soon turned into something somehow legible and I had nothing better to do than to try and understand it. Surprisingly, I saw myself getting more and more interested in the plot that was unraveling in front of me.

Right when I was getting at an excitement arc on the story, the peck of my neck felt a rush of goosebumps. It got me a little chilly and it was not because I was half naked. My whole body was on high alert, the rumbling noise getting stronger and higher; footsteps breaking their way into the outside hall.

Anakin was on his way.

Looking behind my shoulder, I waited for the door to burst open; my heart thumping at the rhythm of his soles. This is exactly what he wants, a voice inside my head sang. To see me this eager, waiting for him to come and take what he wants. And he would be so right to picture me in a total state of need, because he was not even in the same room and my panties were already soaked in anticipation.

I focused back on the book, not willing to give Anakin exactly what he desired. Where was the fun in that? Did he deserve it after leaving me stranded for a whole hour?

The words and phrases were turning meaningless in front of my eyes, because my whole attention was put into the Force signature paving its way to my room.

Click, the doorknob rolled. My body stiffened to the sound.

Next, the creak of the wood being pushed.

The steps hitting the carpet.

The dingling sound of his saber hitting his belt.

And finally, his heavy and quick breathing behind me.

I didn't even bother to turn around, awarding him with a marvelous sight of my ass in his favorite lace panties.

—Took you long enough... —I muttered, changing the page of the book and acting uninterested.

Anakin didn't say a word, it wasn't necessary: His aura told me everything I needed to know. And if that wasn't enough, he made sure to show me how delighted he was to see me by walking to the bed and starting to kiss my body all over.

[SMUT STARTS]

He started by my calves, the wet marks of his biting going up to my thighs, where he found it extremely amusing to stroke the muscles in that area. His nibbling then reached my ass, where he entertained himself for a really long time: He peppered kisses, bit here and there and made his mission to leave an insane amount of hickeys. I fought to muffle my moans with the pages of the book, nevertheless Anakin quickly caught up with my act, especially when his hands took care of fondling my cheeks with such force.

—I'm sorry, sweetheart, I tried to come as fast as I could, but they just kept talking on and on and on... —Anakin's smooches made a trace to my back, his tongue coming out to lick a straight line all the way up my spine, sending immediate shivers. — Force, have I missed this.... —His hands were fast enough to unclip my bra, so he could have easier access, inevitably reaching my shoulder and the side of my neck.

My attempts to seem unaltered by his touch threatened to fail when he started to grind his bulge on my butt; it was rock hard. I heard his belt being unclasped and thrown away to the floor, his robes quickly following.

—I thought you had forgotten about me. —I hissed, arching my back to help him out. Anakin kept massaging my ass as he pulled my panties aside, taking the hint.

—Fuck, they are damp. —He groaned, fingering my hole to check how wet I was; the unholy sounds of my arousal making him moan in approval. I had almost forgotten how delicious it was to have him inside me. —Oh, sweetheart, you really do need me...

—Need you? —My voice stumbled when he investigated deeper, grazing my clit with his knuckles. —I don't need you, Skywalker. I can take care of myself.

—Always a bratty slut... acting like she doesn't need my cum.—Anakin stopped his movements inside me. I sobbed when I felt the emptiness, wondering why he had stopped so abruptly.

My hand snaked its way to grab Anakin's cock and aligned directly into my entrance, however, he grabbed and pressed me against the pillows. The only upside to being in this position was to feel the leaky head of his dick dangerously grazing my slits.

—I'm not giving you what you want until you give me what I want. —He murmured as he tortured me by pushing the tip against my clit. —Phoenix, princess, did you miss me?

Yet I stayed silenced, squirming against the sheets, my hips working to give me the satisfaction I needed. Apparently my constant rubbing work, because he then said:

—Maybe you just need a slight push. —Anakin pounded on me, fully impaling himself in one deep thrust, making me gasp at the intrusion; my body welcoming his dick like time never had passed.

—Oh, yes, oh, yes, that's it. —Anakin grunted loudly. — Fuck, I'm home. —He moaned, pushing at a strong pace, the pillow under my belly maximizing the pleasure.

Anakin's hands grasped my hips and pulled me back, bringing my ass up for him to hammer in easier, while my face was still pressed against the white, silky sheets. Anakin trapped me by putting his open hand on my back and keeping me still.

—Did you miss me just like I missed you? —He thrusted in harder with every moan I let out.

—No. —I protested, waiting to see if he would go faster if I said that. —-I-I didn't miss you.

Gripping the sheets, I pushed my face onto the pillow in front of me, not able to handle another second of his cruel game. The explosion of heat and goosebumps, along with the pulsing of my walls was the alert that I was rushing to my climax.

—You didn't? —Anakin bit my shoulder harshly, ripping a growl from me. —I think you are lying. No- —He slowed down the rolling of his hips. — I'm sure of it. —Anakin must have sensed my level of pleasure, because in one second he had manhandled me to turn me around.

—Hey there, pretty girl. —He grinned, looking back and forth from my mouth to my eyes. —I wanted to see your face. It's been a while.

—Hi. —I responded out of breath, in trance with his blue orbs as I tried to calm down from my denied orgasm, him chuckling at the sight.

In his head shakes, he caught a glance of my Polaroid camera, peacefully standing in my nightstand. That mischievous glint, so characteristic of him, popped from his eyes.

—Anakin... —I dragged his name as a warning when I saw him reach for it.

—I wouldn't like to find myself in another three month mission and not have you there to help me out. —I laughed at his stupid excuse right when the flash came off, the instant paper appearing from the camara after I nodded yes.

I tried to cover my face, which was all red, but when I sensed the deadly silence as a message for me to look at him. When I did, Anakin was ready to take another one.

—Ani! What are you doing? — An enormous smile broke out of me and he accommodated the camera to take a close up of it.

—I want to have you wherever I go. — Anakin didn't think twice to lean down and kiss me, slowly tasting my lips. And once more, the world stopped.

It was only me and him, our embrace and the desire of not wanting to let the other one go. My hands slipped through his hair, tugging his golden curls hard to which Anakin answered with a low grunt. The remainder of my bra was thrown out of my body and he gripped me hard by my ass. I surrounded his neck with my arms, our position allowing me to play with the hairs on the nape of his neck.

We enjoyed our intimacy for a couple of minutes: just savoring the moment, celebrating the non-existent distance between us; that he was between my arms and I was in his.

Anakin's kisses descended all the way down to my neck, immediately stopping at my breasts and pampering them for an excruciating period of time. He sure took his sweet time: latching onto them, suckling them, squishing them together, nuzzling all over them... by the time he was done, I was on my way to yet another peak. And then he reached the place that was really aching for him, yearning for his touch. Anakin splitted my legs open, dropping kisses on my inner thighs. He took the opportunity to flash another photo from that angle, briefly kissing the plastic material before lining it up with the other ones.

—I think you should be reminded of how much you have missed me... —In one swift move, his metal hand ripped off my underwear. He got closer and closer to my heat, my hips getting out of control. —Because I missed this... I missed eating this beautiful and wet pussy... All for me to take...

—I-I'm not-. —I moaned when he licked my slit up and down.

—You're not what? —His thumb circled around my bundle of nerves before his tongue rapidly lapped over it. He grunted when my fingers grasped his hair again, forcing him to keep going.

—I-I'm- Ahhh! —Anakin stopped me from closing my legs, his fingers pumping in and out as his tongue went deeper and deeper. Not to mention the friction his nose inflicted on my clit, making me quiver. —Anakin, oh- Anakin, I can't-!

—You can't what? Speak? —He planted an open mouthed kiss on top of my bud, only to suck on it repeatedly to rush my peak. —Pick up that book, I want to listen to you read.

—Anakin- —I pushed my head back, not able to control myself.

—Read or I'm stopping. —He sentenced me, looking up at me through his lashes.

I weakly picked up the book, the page I was on already lost. Desperate to cum and calm down my throbbing clit, I chose a random page and tried to recite it. But the trembles of my hands and the inevitable screaming prevented me from saying something coherent.

—T-There w-were rockets like a flight of— Oh, fuck!

—I didn't say you could stop.— He growled, sucking hard on my intensely sensitive spot. —Keep going.

— There w-were greeeen trees-s - Oh!... With trunks- and- Anakin! - o-of dark smoke. —I was a mess to say the least; my breath just kept on hitching. The only thing I could focus on was the shockwaves and spams going through my nerves. — I'm coming, please!

—You can stop reading if you say the words...—The vibrations of his voice sent tremors through my spine.

—Anakin- —I moaned oddly loud. —Anakin- Please make me cum, I'm begging please! —I shouted, toes curling.

Anakin crawled all the way until he was on top of me and right when I opened my mouth to whine because I hadn't cum, he plunged in with one strong thrust. And that was all I needed to burst into flames; fireworks blinding me as Anakin filled me up real good. My walls contracted around his fully erect shaft, my body trembling in aftershocks for the climax that took over me.

—Oh, sweetheart... Oh, that's it, you're so tight... —Anakin groaned as I squeezed his cock with my dripping cunt.

It was good to have him home.

A string of meaningless gasps and mewls came out of me as Anakin stayed still, buried deep inside, waiting for me to come down from my high. He lovingly brushed the hair out of my face, kissing my jaw as he caressed my arms. In an unexpected rush, I cupped his face and took the lead of the kiss. Anakin was surprised at my initiative, still didn't pull back, instead he enthusiastically reciprocated. When we ran out of air we separated with heavy breaths; my pussy clenching around Anakin's cock.

Anakin stared at me for a while, with a scent of mockery in his eyes. — Why won't you just say it?

I chuckled, massaging his shoulders. —Where's the fun in that? —I cheekily eyed over my shoulder and grabbed the polaroid myself to take one picture while his face was still glazed with my juices.

Anakin bit his lip and looked away before laughing.

—I think it's my time to have some fun. —He raised his eyebrows and my facial expressions showed understanding of the hidden message. My hands moved down, in search of his cock when he stopped me by capturing my wrists. He shook his head, saying no. —I don't mean that.

I furrowed my brows, watching him open a drawer and levitated an object towards us: the handcuffs.

—What- No, Anakin, I want to touch you please. — I complained, as I desperately grabbed him by his arms and left wet kisses all around his throat and pecs.

—You haven't been good, princess... —He pulled out, making me whimper. He cooed some shushing sounds as he opened up the handcuffs. —Such a pathetic little thing... My little slut...

He hooked me to the head of the bed and walked out, taking a few steps back so I could admire his naked glory. The chiseled perfect set of abs, the two firm pillars he had as legs, his defined arms clenching and unclenching to the slow movement of his hand, which was coated with my arousal.

—Now that's a nice view. — Anakin growled, playing with himself as I wriggled to free myself. To try and manipulate the Force was useless; he made a great job at keeping them off limits for force-sensitive people. —Open those beautiful legs, baby. I want to see that pretty pussy begging for me.

I pouted, hating feeling so powerless before him. I kept my legs closed, trying to somehow relieve myself by pressing my thighs tight together.

—A picture may last longer. —I said, borderline fuming.

—You're mad I didn't fuck you just like you wanted? —He ignored me and spat condescently. —You're mad I didn't come here sooner? —I glared at him, throwing a tantrum when I saw the camera printing a new photo; the device being thrown away when he was finished. — My slut needs my attention all the time, doesn't she?

I almost combusted by his dirty talk alone and then he decided to go ahead and do something hotter instead; Anakin pulled out something from the second drawer of the nightstand with the Force and summoned up my vibrator, until it landed on his palm.

—This won't be necessary anymore. —And he clutched his metal arm, destroying the toy. I gasped out of surprise, my possession being crushed to pieces. Noticing my puddle-like state, he got closer and whispered: — From now on, you only use me.

Obeying after such a display, I separated my knees with flushed cheeks and a tingle pulsing on my bud, the thick arousal noticeable from miles away.

—Just how I like it. —Anakin smirked with an evil spark.

My pulse quickened with every step he took to reach me and he grabbed my right ankle to drop a peck on it. He put my foot on top of his shoulder and kissed his way up my body until he reached my mouth, where he took his sweet time entertaining me as he directed the tip to my entrance.

—Ready? —He questioned looking at the handcuffs, checking my face for some sign of regret.

—Anakin? —I asked lowly, biting my lip shyly.

—Yes? —His eyes bored into mine with the most beautiful emotion.

—Anakin, I've missed you so fucking much. —I hissed, returning the same tenderness with my eyes.

The glint in his irises intensified before he returned to passionately embrace me, dipping his tongue gently and pushing his hard cock into my pussy. Anakin rolled mercilessly into me, his hips grinding every now and then to rub my throbbing clit.

—Say it again. —He grunted, hiding himself in the crook of my neck. Due to the fact that my legs were in the air, the pressure blasted on my clit was making me quiver.

—I missed you so much, Anakin! —I sighed while screaming, disheveled. Anakin responded by slamming harder and deeper, his fingers digging into my hips. —I missed you, baby. So fucking much.

That last cry riled him up real good because he straightened up, my legs still over his shoulders and he frantically thrusted in, breaching in and out with his head thrown back. Observing that he was too blissed out, I begged him to release me so I could touch him, which he hardly denied.

—But- —Tears from my glossy vision threatened to come out. I shook my hands, trapping the metal between my fingers to pull from it. Useless. —I want to touch you, baby, please. I've missed you.

—That's not always going to work. —He chuckled, dragging his hands to fondle my boobs. —Fuck, sweetheart, your tits always get me going. —His tongue teased me, by wandering at a feather-light touch around my nipples. —I want to fuck these tits so bad...

I rolled my eyes, convulsing around his shaft. My hips bucked upwards, trying to meet him halfway. Anakin caught my attempts mid-air and left me there to slide in easier. As my moans increased, Anakin's pace did as well. Walls clenching, glistening sweat, hitched breaths and loud growls... we were both incredibly close to reaching our orgasms.

—Don't you dare stop. —I yelled, out of air. —Fuck, Anakin, don't stop!

—I won't. —I trapped him in between my legs, my ankles right on his ass to press him deeper, the intense eye contact remaining untouched.

—Don't stop! —I begged, this time as a way to let him know what a fantastic job he was doing. —Oh, fuck- Oh, Anakin! Fuck me harder, fuck me with that big cock of yours!

Anakin pounded right there on the spot as he massaged my clit with his middle finger, and to encourage him to keep going, I moaned how much I had needed his dick the past couple of months. But after a while I was practically fucked dumb, so blabbers and whimpers was the only thing he could heard. I was borderline drooling.

Then a knock on the door sounded, a knock no one saw coming because we were too busy fucking like maniacs. I freezed in my place, but Anakin kept hammering. My efforts to make him stop failed miserably: 1) Because I couldn't push him off me. 2) I couldn't speak; only moan and whimper.

— General Skywalker. — That was Rex's voice on the other side of the door.

My panic level was reaching sky heights.

— A-Anakin- Rex is out there. — I struggled to say.

—I can't right now Rex. I'm busy. — He growled at a voice level Rex could understand.

— General Skywalker, I'm so sorry to intervene, but it's urgent. We have received immediate orders from upstairs.

I prepared myself to be robbed from yet another orgasm when Anakin shouted:

— Fine, tell me from where you are. — I widened my eyes.

— What the fuck?! — I snapped trying to control my voice, Anakin never relenting his pace.

Anakin let go of me to go back into missionary position so he could cover me, pounding at the same pace as he was before. I turned my face to the side, because even if Rex couldn't see me, I was mortified to know he was aware of what we were doing.

—You told me not to stop. —He raised his eyebrow.

I glared at him before closing my eyes as soon as he started to caress my bundle of nerves once again. I was trying to fight him and resist the desire my body had of cumming, nonetheless, it was impossible to resist the spasms.

Between my cries of ecstasy, I managed to listen to them talk about an impending mission. Something about a message or a hologram... something that sounded vaguely like a planet...

Fuck it, I was dangerously close.

—General, but we must... —I didn't know how Rex was keeping his composure at the sounds. He just rambled on and on about procedures and tasks and orders from above. —We sure need to act quickly, the Emperor said it was vital for us to move...

—Yeah, yeah...

Anakin was totally not listening to him; he was too busy penetrating me. He would mutter uninterested: "Uh huh", "yeah, sure", "okay...", though he was more focused on leaving hickeys on my clavicles than making a mental list of all the things Rex was telling him.

—And he specifically asked for you to be in charge of this mission, so the 501st was talking and we believe-

—No one is keeping me away from you now, I've been dreaming about his moment for too long...—Anakin whispered in my ear. —You close?

With my head pushed back and closed eyes, I bit my bottom lip and as I could, nodded. He had oficially fucked my brains out.

—I'm so close too. Wait- —And he put the pillow behind my back, making me arch. He looked down and smirked.—Oh, but would you look at that- Mmm, sweetheart...

Eager to climax, Anakin turned around for a second to talk to Rex:

—Captain, I will handle the Yavin 4 situation in the morning. We will be taking two dozens of TIE-Fighters and at least 8 AT-T. Be sure that we activate protocol 8. Now beat it. —And he used the Force to lock the door as a way to tell Rex off. The hand he put up to use the Force was the same he snaked all the way down to my throat to choke me up.—Now give it to me baby, let me see your face as you come.

And I let go with a loud scream, my cunt doing its best to milk Anakin as well. I convulsed and writhed under him, my legs out of control while my hands were still trapped. Non-stopping shudders washed over me and it wasn't until seconds later that I noticed that Anakin hadn't come with me. The confusion was visible in my face.

—But-but —I blabbered, thinking he was still punishing me.

—I just need to do something... —Anakin pulled out, pumping his shaft as he got on his knees. He reached out to liberate me from the harsh bracelets. —For months the picture of your tits has been driving me crazy. —He grunted massaging them, toying with my perky nipples. —Now be good and hold those tits out for me, princess.

With trembling arms, I cupped my boobs and pushed them together exactly like he asked; they were still wet from when Anakin ravished on them. He gently slid in, dropping a growl when the reddened tip came out from the other side. He made sounds of approval, furrowing his brows at the view.

—Oh, yes, I wish I could engrave this in my memory... —Naughtily, I would take out my tongue to receive the leaking precum from the glistening tip. —Fuck, sweetheart, yes...

He thrusted a couple of times more and in one heartbeat, he was spurting his hot seed over me, the white liquid of the ejaculation covering my soft skin. I was about to clean myself up and lick my fingers off from the warm cum when he asked me to stay put.

—You better keep that safe! —I threatened after he took the last shots.

—I will guard it with my life. —He beamed, dramatically putting his hand on his chest. —Now give me another one of you holding your tits... exactly like that... And now lick your fingers... Yes, you're a natural. —After asking me to turn around so he could take some from behind, he placed the pictures on his wooden table. Not without making him promise me that I would have the opportunity to take some of him myself in another time.

Anakin came back to my side after I cleaned my chest and snuggled up against me, our foreheads pressing together. He took the opportunity to play with my hair and kiss me at a much slower pace.

[SMUT ENDS]

—I really did miss you. —I sighed, closing my eyes and smelling his cologne.

Anakin's arms surrounded my waist and he pulled me to his warm and sweaty body.

—I know. —He caressed my cheek. —I missed you too.

—Obviously. —I rolled my eyes, laughing.

—What do you mean "obviously"? —He tickled me.

—No-no! Stop! —I laughed. —I mean, how could you not? —I said smugly, kissing his nose. Turning around, I rubbed myself in the sheets and against Anakin's back. —You would also not shut up about it, Ani. —I chuckled, to which he squished me in his embrace.

Anakin eyed me for a long couple of seconds, just drinking in my sweaty and blushed image.

—What? —I questioned him.

—Nothing. —He shook his head, his bangs brushing against me.

—Whaaaat- —I repeated, pinching him on his abs.

—You're going to make fun of me. —He bit my jaw, his fingers drawing circles around my naked hip.

—I promise I will not. —I squeezed his bicep.

—You promise it? —He warned me.

—Yes! You are pushing me way too much for being the one that can't keep their promises! Now tell me!

—-I... —He sighed as he looked away from me. —I really like when you call me Ani. —He finally stared back at me. —Or baby. —He gave me a quick peck before trying to get out of bed.

—No, no, no. Come here! —Grabbing his arm, I urged him to come back to bed. I straddled him to keep him in place, which obviously excited the downstairs neighbor. —You can't say that and then run away!

—You're gonna make fun of me. —Anakin rolled his eyes as I stroked his exposed skin.

—No, I won't... —And I lowered my head to kiss him. —... baby.

—See!

—I'm not making fun of you! —I laughed. —From now on, I'm gonna call you that more often. —I tugged his hair back to see him better.

Anakin's cheeks quickly blushed and he pulled me to lay on his chest. He used our new position to continue dropping kisses around my throat as he fondled my waist. We took our sweet time letting our hands remember how it felt to touch each other's skin, to let our lips remember how perfectly they fitted together... and most importantly, we let each other know how grateful we were to have the other one.

—Next time I won't say anything. —He mumbled, falling asleep as I turned around in a little spoon position. I couldn't forget that not long ago, he was at the other side of the galaxy fighting for his life. Hell, this was the first time he had touched a proper bed in Force knows how long.

—Don't worry, I know I'm the sunshine of your life. —Entangling our hands, I played with his fingers. —Don't you have a debriefing to attend to? It seemed like your troopers needed you.

—I'lll do it tomorrow. I want to be here. — He whispered, cuddling up with my hair. I pressed against him even more, forcing him to hide himself in the crook of my neck.—You're right about that.

—I know, I'm always right... But what about?

—I've been in total darkness these past months without you.

Was it healthy for a heart to pump this fast? Was it normal for my face to be this hot?

I squeezed Anakin's hand in between mines. —Anakin?

—Yes?

—Would you mind putting it in to sleep? I want to feel you close... —My nails lovingly grazed his skin.

With one jump, he kissed my cheek loudly. —I don't deserve you. —His comment made me burst into laughter.

Finally, we fell asleep to the beat of our hearts in unison.

And for the first time in months, they weren't empty with longing, but invaded with warmth, and happiness and... and something else...

Something that I could not name out loud, yet couldn't stop feeling. Even if I wanted to.

However I didn't. I very much... liked it.

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—Good morning. —Anakin yawned once he woke up.

Even though I had been awake for at least an hour, I didn't have it in my heart to tell him anything. So I just stayed there, kindly skimming his hair and drinking in the view of him sleeping. Now this was an image I wanted to look at forever.

—Good morning, baby. — I greeted back, accepting his lips when he leaned in to kiss me.

—So is this "baby thing" official? —He nuzzled my cheek.

—Oh, it is indeed. —I dropped some tender smooches on the line of his scar. —But I must confess I will always have a soft spot for "Ani"...Am I the only person that has called you Ani?— I wondered curiously.

His bright orbs were soon clouded by a temporary darkness.

—No. —He gulped, trying to suck up the ray of sadness that shook him. —I'm sorry, but you're not original in that way.

—Oh, who else called you that? —I pushed, laying flat on my stomach, with my head on his torso.

—Mmm, my mom used to call me that. —He stared at the ceiling, scratching my back.

—What was she like? —I asked him when I saw that he was bottling up his feelings. He had never mentioned her. Well, besides that day with Qui-Gon.

—She was kind. —He immediately confessed. —The kindest person I've ever met.

—Yeah? That's pretty nice. —That was my best attempt to cheer him up, but I had to admit it was new territory for me; I was seriously not familiar with the intricacies of getting this kind of close to someone. So I just followed my gut. —What did she look like?

—She had brown hair and brown eyes. —He beamed with sorrow. —Which was hilarious because as a child I was really blonde and I have blue eyes, so no one would think she was my mom.

—Let me check that. —And I cupped his face and gestured like I was examining him. —Yes, they are blue. —I said after massing the adjacent zones of his eyelids.

He giggled at the gentle mannerism and proceeded to keep describing his mother.

—She was short. Back then I didn't think she was, but now that I'm older, she was short. And her hands... they were rough; full of callouses from cleaning up in the shop and other people's homes. But above all... I remember her hugs. Those were the best hugs ever. —His eyes were shining because of the subtle tears.— She always knew when I needed one.

—Do you have a picture of her?

—All of my belongings were left behind on Tatooine. —He shook his head, though he doubted for a minute, like he was thinking back. —But yes, I do believe I have one.

Anakin walked out from the bed to his library, putting on some sweatpants before selecting an old looking book and bringing it back to me; it was another book from the series I was reading yesterday. While he was away, I crawled to the end of the bed and picked up Anakin's robes to put around me without stepping outside the mattress.

—Here. —And he opened it up on a specific page with a bunch of pictures crumpled up; surprisingly, there weren't any marks on them, only some discoloration.—It must be right here... Oh, there it is.

[The photos are in a new chapter called "Anakin's memories"! It's right after this one. I would recommend checking out the pictures as you read for an extra effect.]

My hand picked up the photo he separated from the rest to examine it closely. Despite the fact that she was beautiful, it seemed like the world had been tough on her. Her skin was damaged by the intense sun rays of Tatooine, making her look older than she probably was. However, beyond that, it seemed like she was a sweet person, with kind eyes and a gorgeous smile.

—What was her name? —I asked as I sat with my back reclining on the bed head. Anakin followed my lead and made me put my leg on top of his.

—Shmi. —He grinned sadly.

—She looks like a good cook. —I tried to humor him. —Was she?

—She made the best jogan fruitcake ever... well, whenever we could afford it. Which was once a year, for my birthday. —He grinned down at me, his hand behind his head. —On my first birthday at the Temple, I was pretty bummed out to not have my mother with me, so I didn't feel like celebrating. Obi-Wan took me on a speeder ride, because I've always loved those and Qui-Gon was on a mission on the other side of the galaxy. Somehow I ended up telling him all about my mother's fruitcake. We came back to the Temple only to drop me off because he had some "Jedi business" to attend to. —Anakin made quotation marks with his fingers and grimaced. — I thought he had forgotten about me because he didn't come back the whole day and the other kids didn't like me, so I ended up spending that day by myself. It was the one of the worst days of my life. But five hours later, Obi-Wan returned with a home-made fruitcake that he learned to do that day, just for me.

I made an "Awww" sound and Anakin nodded, agreeing with me. —Was it good?

—It was a mess.—He burst into laughter. —But I loved the gesture so much that I remembered it as one of the best fruitcakes I have ever tried... He has been making one for my birthday ever since.

—That's just... absolutely adorable! —I squeaked, not resisting the urge.

—Yes, it is. —He smiled with melancholy. —I know he and Qui-Gon tried to fill that gap for me... and I appreciate all of their efforts to make me feel like I could count on them just like I could count on my mom... But a part of me never stopped needing her. —He shrugged his shoulders with sadness.

—How could you? She was your mom. —I stroked his back and he leaned towards me. —Did you ever see her again after leaving Tatooine?

—The day she died. —He dropped out of nowhere.

Shit, I was not expecting that.

—She was captured by some Tusken raiders and was kept by them for a really long time before I could arrive. —He gripped the edges of the book harder, his nostrils flaring. —I only got to say goodbye.

—At least you had the chance. —I tried to comfort him. —At least you heard her one last time. —He placed his head on my shoulder, asking for me to scratch his hair without speaking a word. —I think I'm getting some of her powers, I can sense you need a hug.

Anakin looked up and laughed, making me sit on his lap.

—She would have liked you. —He murmured after peppering kisses on my ear, hugging me by my waist.

—Would she really? Me? —I raised both eyebrows incredulously. —Mass-murderer me? The one who made your life living hell– me? —My uncertainty entertained him.

—Yes, you. —He gave me a peck on the lips.

—Why? —I was still agaped that he would suggest something like that.

—Because she always encouraged me to hold on to the things that made me happy.

A bright red bombed all over my face; my head spinning dizzily because of the heat. Anakin saw me get all shy, pulling away because of the overwhelming emotions. I wanted to reciprocate, to say back words as charming as those. But the weight of my heart moved to my tongue, crushing any opportunity for me to extern my inner thoughts.

You're my happiness, my whole happiness. I've been miserable since the day you left and I haven't known peace until you came back to me. And by the Force I hope you are not pulled away from me once more because I don't think I would survive it.

—Do you have any other pictures? —I finally blabbered.

—Oh, yeah. I have a couple more here... —His head bent down, giving me the impression that he was kind of disappointed.

—Force, remind me to buy you an album, you cannot have these like this...—The photos were carefully arranged so it was easy for us to browse. —Oh my- Is that tiny you?

—Let me see... Yes! That's me.

—Oh my- I can't! This is too cute! —I gawked at the photo of him leaning against the wall. —Force! There's another one! I can't believe this! —A low scream came out of me when I saw the one with him and his helmet. —You did have a helmet! I think I'm having a cuteness overload!

Anakin stared at me with devotion as I pointed to the black and white photograph hysterically, only to then point at one with him and Qui-Gon, which he confirmed was from the Boonta Cup Race.

—Look at you! So happy to have won! And Qui-Gon is so proud!—I squealed. —I will never forgive you for not showing me this earlier, I swear, I will never forgive you! —The giggles were unstoppable.

—Oh, don't be like that, you haven't shown me any of yours! —I'm positive he didn't think before talking. But I didn't blame him, I knew where he was coming from.

My joy slowly died, the chortles disappearing with it.

—I don't have any.

—I-I'm sorry- I-I didn't mean to

—It's fine. —I shook my head. —It doesn't matter. —I smiled weakly. —Really.

—Now I feel like an ass. —A pout formed on his plump lips.

—Well, don't. —I reassured him. —You are not the one that should feel like an ass.

—Do you remember them? —It was not necessary to say who; my parents.

—No. —My statement was firm. — I don't need to. —I kept on eyeing the photos, finding more and more pictures of that day of the Boonta Cup. I even found one where his ex was and immediately pushed it out of the way.

—You don't feel the need to know who your family is? —Anakin's thumb caressed my inner thigh, squeezing the muscle for comfort.

—I know who my family is. —My comeback fired back way harsher than I expected. —I know who my dad is. —I picked up the photo with Qui-Gon talking to Anakin in his pod racer. —That is very clear to me.

Sucking up the tears, I cleared my throat.

—I know where home is and that's more than enough for me. —My hand met his, which he grabbed with fondness.

—Alright. —He beamed radiantly at me and dropped a kiss on my lips. —Can I interest you in a photo of Padawan Obi-Wan?

—Anakin, if you keep hiding things like that from me, I'll never talk to you again. —Anakin smiled on my lips before giving another kiss and revealing the photo. —Ahhh! This is insane! Look at him with the braid and the short hair! He looks so young! —I gasped. —Please tell me you have one of Obi-Wan with the mullet. Anakin, if you have it, I will suck your dick here and now. —I climbed on top of him, shaking his shoulders.

—Unfortunately- —He paused, playing with my emotions. — -I don't have one. —He sighed before snorting.

—Noooo! —I cried dramatically.

—But- but- but- I do have... this one. —And he slid a particular print from the rest and put it against his chest, covering it. —Now, do you promise to cherish it, respect it, protect it-

—Yes! Yes! I don't even know what it is, but yes! —My voice got pitchier by the second.

—Fine, I grant you the honor to see this.

And what Anakin unveiled was far more greater that I could've imagined: Tiny Padawan Anakin.

I took a long breath and stayed with my mouth open in shock. —Is this-

—Yes, that's me. —He lamented.

—Oh Maker- —My laugh broke the silence. — Why do you appear to be so mad? Trying to look so tough!—I cackled loudly. —Can I keep it? This is genius! Force, I love this!

The air tensed up and we both were fixed in our position. The L word.

—Uh- I...I- —My mouth kept opening up and closing down, not really a plan in my mind to justify my word selection.

—Do you think you are gonna love this as well? —Saving me from my ridiculous display, Anakin threw me another photo, this time of an older Anakin but still in his padawan image.

I put my hand on top of my mouth, my eyes wide open. Not even chortles were coming out of me, I just couldn't react. What in the moons was that look?

—Hot, right? —He cocked an eyebrow jokingly, winking at me.

—That braid... do you think we can bring it back? —I rolled a curl, that was escaping from the nape of his neck, between my index finger and thumb, fake-flirting back.

—Do you really want to see it?—His nose nuzzled mine.

—I would pay a million credits to see it. —I responded with flair, my teeth grazing his lips when said the last word, a cocky grin displaying in my face.

Both of us laughing, Anakin tossed me on the bed and climbed on top of me, starting to unknot his robes as he licked my neck. The sweet nothings were beginning to be groaned on my ear and I didn't hesitate to tell them back; begging for him to stay all day with me in this bed, fucking me until I forget my own name. I was on my mission to pull his trousers down when a weird-sounding knock was heard from the door, followed by a chain of beeps.

—Coming R2! —Anakin yelled. —I'm so sorry, I haven't said hello to him since I arrived.

—I think he is looking for me actually. —I interrupted Anakin.—R2 asked me to help him out with some repairs, apparently he needs an assistant to hand him the tools. —I rolled my eyes, closing up the robes.

—What?!

—Sorry, I had promised him since last week and I've been postponing it! —I ran to Anakin's clothes drawers to pick up some pants to wear.

—What happened to staying here all day? Hello, my dick is hard! —He shouted at me.

—I'm sorry! But don't you have a meeting with Qui-Gon? —I looked back and saw him pouting. —Oh, c'mon, I'm not dying and neither are you.

—You don't know that! I could die at any given moment. —I rushed to the door, his whining getting lower as I reached the door. —This boner might kill right now!

—See you at the party? —I yelled back, my hand on the doorknob.

A couple of beeps sounded louder.

—I know R2, I'm coming! —Anakin furrowed his brows in confusion, probably unaware of when I learned droid-language. —So see you tonight?

—I was thinking that we could skip it and have our date tonight. —He winked at me, knowing damn well how tempting that offer was for me. And for a solid thirty seconds, he had me. He had me good.

—You know we can't do that. It's his birthday. —I tilted my head, pointing my right foot on top of my left one.

—We wouldn't have to, if you just stayed right here. —He patted the spot next to him.

—Tomorrow? For real this time? —I proposed, biting my lip.

—I don't know, I will have to check my schedule. —Anakin laid down with his arms behind his head, playing hard to get.

I manipulated the Force to hit him with a pillow.

—Auch!—He whined. —Now it will be the day after tomorrow! —His threat made me laugh.

—That's great for me, it will give me time to buy a new dress!

—Then no sex-

—Oh, goodbye Ani!

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A/N: SOOOO... what do we think? Did the reunion live up to the expectations? wink wink. Comment box, everything is welcome! ---->

I've discovered that I love writing fluff! It's actually very fun! I hope you like what I write!

Next episode is actually inspired by one of the ideas someone left on the suggestions chapter a while ago! I loved it and I just had to incorporate it!

And last but not least, I really hope the options I leave on the Wardrobe chapters help you, in some way, canalize Phoenix's energy. But if it's not your style, it's totally okay.

Have a lovely week! I wish every day brings an opportunity for you to grow :) Love youuu and thanks for being here!