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WARNING: Heavy make-out session, slight dirty talk. "Macho" talk between the clones. Fluff. A lot of domestic interaction.

A/N: Hello hello! So the new updating schedule will be on the weekends!! It works better for me :) I hope you enjoy the chapter! Also writing for the clones is so freaking funny, let me know if there's anything you would like to see!!

ALSO THIS IS SO IMPORTANT TO ME: THOSE ARE LITERALLY ANAKIN AND PHOENIX TO ME. LIKE THAT'S THEM. IM SO SPEECHLESS AT HOW ACCURATE IT IS!!!!!!!! like go back and read chapter 37 and that's them srsly. (it's okay if you picture them differently, I just wanted to share my vision!)

This one is dedicated to: bb_whineakin !!thank you for your continuous support and for reaching out! Hope everything turns alright in life honey <3 you're so strong!!!

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These were the moments I would forever treasure with him.

I highly doubted there was anything I looked forward to more than spending the nights in between his arms; when time froze and the only existing souls were ours. Our bed was the most sacred place for us, as cheesy as it was. The only witness to our love and our little escape land when things would get though. Or too real. Here my only focus was him.

Only him and the way my heart would beat for him.

Anakin was brushing my hair, staring at the ceiling while I was laying on top of his shoulder, being totally embellished by his beauty in the moonlight.

—I adore your eyes. —I confessed, flicking my sight from each orb to the other.

—Huh? —Anakin seemed confused, at first, but then his gorgeous smile came to light up his even more gorgeous eyes.

—I adore your eyes. I think they're my favorite thing in the world. —I extended, not caring if I was being too vulnerable, seeing Anakin's bright up was worth it. —I adore when they are the first thing I see in the morning... I adore that they are deep blue, almost ocean-like... it goes with your chaotic energy. —We both laughed at that last declaration, the glitter shining brighter on his irises. —I adore that, exactly that. —I nodded, almost talking to myself.

—What? —He inquired, not understanding.

—When they light up like that. It's just... so beautiful. —I couldn't stop, once I started this love declaration to his eyes, there was no turning back. It was my drunk brain. —I've spent an alarming amount of time looking at the stars and the city lights... but nothing... nothing shines quite like them. They calm me more than anything... I could look at them forever. —I stopped talking, taking in the moment of silence after such a display. Anakin's face had gone from jokingly relaxed to quite intense in a bit, to which I could only goofily smile.

Too much? Fair enough, tequila is canceled.

He smiled in return, coming back from his dissociation from reality. His beam was warm and passive, slow... like it had taken some time to adjust to my word vomit. But the question remained: was it too much?

—I never knew you were quite the words person, sweetheart... you should do it more often. —He grinned, making me straddle him so he could hug me, no hint of sexual intentions in his actions.

—Oh, stop it! I hate you. —I rolled my eyes, pretending I was not ashamed.

Weirdly, Anakin didn't play along. He stayed quiet; for a man that bickers on a competitive level, this was unusual. It was strange for us not to keep our verbal debate going.

—Have you noticed I haven't said "I hate you" to you in a while? —Anakin finally blurted, after a millenia of staring at me with sweet eyes.

—Uhmm, that's not true...—And that's when I started to look back: he hadn't said today, or yesterday, or during our messages, and neither our calls. He hadn't said in a while before the missions started. I couldn't even recall when was the last time he had spoken such derivative words to me and it was impossible for me to pinpoint them.

—That's because I can't. —He breathed out. —Not only would I be lying to you by doing so, I would be lying to myself. —He stopped to lick his lips and clear his throat. —I can't say that to you, I haven't been able to for a while... Because that's as far from the truth as possible, princess. —He cupped my cheek, leaning me into his lips, his eyes switching from my mouth to my eyes.

I hummed quietly, after an eternity of suspense. —That's weird. —I whispered, caressing his lips.

—What? —He pressed his lips against my cheek to then nuzzle his nose on my cheekbone.

—I don't think I hate you either.

He breathed out in relief, kissing my temple. Feeling the weight of the night on our lids, we slowly fell asleep. Me resting on his pecs, while his hand lazily scratched my hair with our legs entangled. The last thing I remember was drifting off to the sound of Anakin's low snoring and being swung by his hard chest moving up and down.

The next morning, we woke up with a sickening hangover, shushing each other constantly by the slightest sound the other one would make. At first, I was really invested in shutting him up, not in the mood for his little pranks. Blowing air into my ear, making fart noises, pinching me...Tired of his attempts at waking me up, I turned around, huffing loudly at his victorious smile. Anakin immediately hovered over before I could tell him off, pacifying me with a long and torturously slow open mouthed kiss. He hooked my legs around him as his metal hand grasped my thigh.

—Okay, okay... I'm up. —I surrendered as Anakin pulled away with a seductive smirk, the air still hazy around me thanks to his expert tongue.

—That's a win for me. —He grinned sweetly. —Should we get breakfast?

—Yes, I'm starving! —I growled, stretching my arms above my head.

—Me too. —Anakin said before dipping his head underneath the covers, his hands suddenly in my thighs.

—Anakin, no! —I laughed, his curly hair tickling me in my sensitive spot.

—Oh, so you want actual food? —His head popped up from the covers.

—Yes. —I nodded, brushing his hair and accommodating his bangs. —But we can always come back for dessert. —I bit my lip with a hidden smile, putting a string of his hair back.

—You got yourself a deal, m'lady. —He winked at me, getting off the bed and pulling me by my ankles, so he could carry me in his arms to his closet.

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—That's the only thing you had in my room? —Anakin raised his eyebrow at my outfit. It was one of my favorite sleeping camisoles.

—It was this or your robes that I use to sleep in. Pick one, Skywalker. —I yawned, scratching my hair.

We were on our way to the kitchen to eat something, the aisles weirdly in solitude. Most of the people were probably still asleep or passed out on the floor from a terrible hangover. Whatever it was, it allowed Anakin and I to stroll together, our hands tied up together.

Like a real couple.

If only we were one.

—I prefer my robes on you. —He pulled me in, putting his arm around me and kissing my neck.

—I do too. — I answered back, delighting in the fact that we could kiss out in public.

Anakin protectively enveloped his arms around my waist, until we got to the kitchen, where he opened the door for me to enter.

—Now... where's the coffee? —He rubbed his palms together, browsing through the cabinets.

—It's in that one. —I signaled him, reaching down for the milk in the fridge.

—Oh, okay.

My cereal was on the top shelf, so I got on my tippy toes, my fingers tapping on the wood as I tried to reach out for the box. Struggle noises dropped from my mouth, trying to make obvious my difficulty to take on the task. Soon enough and right on time, Anakin came from behind me, a hand on my waist as he brought down the cardboard box.

—There you go, sweetheart. —He kissed my cheek from behind.

—Thank you, babe. —I turned around and kissed one of his pecs.

—If you wanted help, you could have just told me, you know? —He locked me inside his embrace, a cocky smirk shining.

—I didn't need help. —I scoffed.

—No, I know you don't need help. You could have used the Force. —He cocked his brow. —I'm saying you wanted help.

—I don't know what you are talking about, Ani. —I tried to hold in a laugh, but couldn't. —But would have we gotten the chance to make out in the pantry if I hadn't needed help? —I questioned him, scratching his arms above the material of his cloak. Luckily, still with the cover on I was still able to see his naked chest.

—Smart move, princess. —He smiled cheekily before leaning in, initiating our steamy make out session.

[SLIGHT SMUT STARTS]

I was soon pressed against the shelves, his hands slowly roaming all over my body. My arms wrapped around his neck and my fingers twirled his curls around. Anakin grunted, deepening the kiss. Holding me by my jaw, his tongue outlined my lips before breaking through the barriers of my wet lips. I welcomed him in, granting him a smile right when he was about to suck on my bottom lip. Anakin grabbed me by my ass, doing circles around the globes with his hands, the fabric being pulled until he was able to grasp my skin. I moaned when he slapped one of my cheeks, making me involuntarily jolt and get on my tippy toes as I struggled to keep a hold around his shoulders.

—Do that again. —I petitioned through another moan, as he massaged the irritated zone.

—What? This? —He slapped me again, pushing me to whimper.

—Yeah...—I gasped, feeling how he was pressing me harder against the pantry.

—My pretty girl just loves getting spanked, doesn't she?

—Mhmmm...—I hummed, tugging on his hair. The slow dance of our kiss never backed down, as a matter of fact, it got even more intense as Anakin pressed his knee against my heat.

—Can't wait to get dessert...

Right when our open mouth kiss was about to get more "inappropriate", my slight rubbing on Anakin's leg shook the pantry enough for a bag of sugar to fall on top of Anakin's head.

[SLIGHT SMUT ENDS]

—I think this is the Force sign to tell us to get a room. —He chortled, caressing the part of his head that had gotten hurt.

—I think it is. —I grinned, picking up the bag and putting it back where it belonged. Taking my cereal, we came out to the kitchen.

—So what should we do? —Anakin asked me, arranging the coffee maker to start dripping.

—I am eating cereal. You're alone with the cooking thing. —I put my hands up, reaching out for a bowl to pour things together.

—I could skip the "cooking thing"- —He made invisible quotation marks in the air. — -if you share your cereal. —He crossed his arms.

—Oh. —I paused the full spoon mid-air, shaking my head. —No.

—Why? I think I earned it! —He scoffed with indignation.

—It's mine! —I growled, jumping on the counter to continue eating.

—Fine. But I'm making myself some bacon and I'm not sharing either. —He shrugged his shoulders and after that, he went to the fridge to take the meat out and fry it.

Time passed and the smell of the delicious treat itched in my nose. I denied myself from asking for a piece when Anakin picked one cooked enough and took a bite of it, the immediate sound of the crunch making my belly rumble. He giggled when he saw me staring, his gaze showing me how much he was amused. Furrowing my eyebrows, I looked down at my plate and continued eating.

—Oh, c'mon. Here. —He offered me a bite, putting the bacon on my mouth level. I looked at him, expecting for him to take it away the second I tried to bite but he shook his head. —Not a trick... Take the whole thing. —He urged me, after I took just a little bite.

Happy, I danced on my spot as I enjoyed the crispness of it.

—It's good, baby. —I praised him, taking another one from his plate.

His solidarity rubbed on me, because I then decided to give him a spoonful of my cereal in return.  He opened his mouth to receive the food, some milk spilling out of his lips... That I cleaned by licking it.

—You can call me chef.  —He put his chin up with a smile as he swallowed and put some bread in the toaster.

—Chef Skywalker... I can go for that. —Anakin got in between my legs, grazing my thighs up and down as I cupped his face to kiss him.

—Will you be my sous chef?  —He spoke between pecks.

—What do I have to do? —I scratched his abs, following the line between them.

—Well, primarily... be under me. —He bit my bottom lip, taking the pan out of the hot disc without breaking contact.

—That I can do. —I whispered, massaging his back.

We kept on eating and kissing, kissing and eating for around half an hour when the first sign of life approached the kitchen. Anakin basically forced me to wear his cloak because he didn't want anyone to see me so bare. Dramatic.

Fortunately, it was only Rex.

—Good morning, generals. —He greeted, searching for his own breakfast.

—Morning, Rex. —We saluted in unison, sitting on the kitchen table, Anakin with his coffee mug and I had some orange juice.

It was not long before Obi-Wan showed up, bathed already. Commander Cody and some other close troopers used the private kitchen as well, so they soon joined. The sound of the conversations boomed through the kitchen, the place starting to feel alive as the troopers told party anecdotes and laughed loudly. Anakin was sitting in front of me, so I put my feet on his lap underneath the table as we both paid attention and kept up with the pace of the chat.

Noticing that I was still hungry, I got up and picked some fruit, chopping it on the kitchen island. Anakin's cloak was spilled all around me, way too large, but I managed to put it in place so I wouldn't fall. I had to cut more mango than I wanted because Obi-Wan asked me to give him some and it was impossible for me to say no to him.

—Hey, Phoenix... —A weak voice and a shadow came behind me. Turning my head around,  I saw that it was Fives.

—Hey, Fives. —I smiled, returning my view to my culinary activity. —How are you doing pal? How's that hangover?

—It's fine... I drank Cody's remedy and I feel better. —He mumbled, moving around nervously. —I'm just gonna go ahead and say it: I remember about you and General Skywalker.

Immediately and in automatic mode, I twirled around to face him with my knife still in my hand, in an accusatory way.

—I don't know what you mean, Fives. —I blurted with yellow eyes, though the moment I saw his scared face I backed away. —I'm sorry, I'm sorry...

—It 's okay. —He relaxed when he saw me put the knife down. —I don't think the guys noticed and I won't say anything... Your secret is safe with me. —He put his hand on his chest, as a sign of a promise.

—Thank you, Fives. —I gave him a little smile and hugged him, patting his back. When I was about to finish up our embrace, he held me tighter.

—But just know that I'm here when he finally gets on your nerves. Or if you kill him. I won't mind, I know he probably earned it. —He whispered in my ear quickly. I tried not to laugh and got separated to see his face. He was deadly serious.

—Thank you. —I tilted my head, rubbing his shoulder.

—You don't even have to kill him, just give a sign and I'll know you dumped him. —He nodded firmly. —I can handle him, I know a guy who can get me sacks of sand.

This time I couldn't hide in the laughter and just send him off to the table with a kiss on his cheek.

Qui-Gon was the last to arrive. He didn't look as sleep deprived as I expected, but he was still not one hundred percent himself.  The guys cheered and whistled when he appeared, mocking him for passing out on his throne.

—Shut up, shut up. My head is killing me. —He shushed us, moving his hand to dismiss us.

Qui-Gon dragged his feet to the coffee pot to pour himself a steaming cup. On his way, he inevitably ran into me, giving me a little smile before hugging me.

—How are you, young one? —He rubbed my arm, as he always did, slurping some of his beverage.

—Tired. But not as much as you. —I giggled, dropping the fruit on a clean plate.

—The years pass and they don't forgive. —He sighed with the mug on his lips. Qui-Gon then stopped abruptly, turning his head to me and sniffing me with accusatory eyes. He sniffed again and looked at my back, shaking the cloak. —Is that Anakin's cloak? —He asked me, frowning confusedly.

To this point, as scared as I was, I had learned how to lie to Qui-Gon, enough for him to leave me alone.

—Oh, this? Yes. —I shook my shoulders, like it was no big deal. I had to remain concentrated in cutting the last mango, but my hands were shaking a little bit. — I stole it from him last night when he was doing shots with Jesse and Kix. I was so cold. —I shook my head, exaggerating my expressions. —I knew he would want it back today so I brought it here to mess with him some more before returning it. — I huffed, slicing up my last piece with the sharp knife.

Qui-Gon stared quietly at me for a few seconds. The most dreadful seconds in the history of time. Nonetheless, he finally grinned.

—You can't just give him a break, can't you? —He chortled.

—Where's the fun in that? —I asked, biting a piece of my mango.

He shook his head, his laugh intensifying only to muffle it with a kiss on the crown of my head. —That's my girl.

We both then headed to the table and shared some more time with the troopers.

—But in doggy style you can't see her face. —Echo debated.

—But you can see her ass. —Jesse refuted, earning some clapping from the guys.

—Why are you always talking about sex when I come? —Qui-Gon grimaced, chewing off his pastry as he scrolled down his datapad.

—Sorry there, Emperor. We were just discussing which is the best sex position given that our boy Hunter got lucky last night. —Kix explained, the boys cheering him up.  Call me, Cupid, thank you very much.—And some guys here are delusional.

—It's doggy!

—It's missionary!

—Missionary? That's so boring!

—Not when she has her legs above her shoulders.

—That's a good point. But hear me out: against the wall.

They soon started their debacle again and one could barely hear them correctly. And of course they all shut up when I made a comment:

—Those are such guys' answers.

—What about you, General? Care to enlighten us with some female wisdom? —Jesse wiggled his eyebrows at me, vulgarly chewing his breakfast.

—Oh, no, no, no. —I shook my hand in the air.

—Yeah, c'mon, General. Give us the girl's answers for once. —Anakin raised his eyebrows, sitting sloppily on his chair.

I smiled fakely at him while glaring. —I think that the position doesn't matter. —That caused some confusion among the soldiers, clearly it was not what they were expecting. —As long as the... tools are not disappointing.

—When you say "tools" you mean the dick? —Fives wondered, peeking his head up from the end of the table.

—I mean men in general.

Little did I know, the cloak had dropped a little from my shoulders and I was now showing part of my nightgown. I wouldn't have noticed if it wasn't from the lingering and nervous stares from the clones. Anakin quickly fixed it by using the Force and pulling it up, making it look like it was me.

—I believe a wise man once said... "It's not the size of the wand, but the ability of the magician." —Obi-Wan quoted like it was poetry only to burst into laughter at the end.

—Bro, I have the whole goddamn rabbit, for all I know! —Hunter contributed, cackling loudly. —What do you say, General Skywalker? General Kenobi?

—Oh, I'm very old fashioned. —Obi-Wan crossed his legs. —I couldn't share.

—So missionary? —Cody asked him.

—Yeah. —He nodded, picking his coffee mug.

—Skywalker? — Oddball pressed.

Anakin briefly glanced at me and saw me drinking from my glass in expectation.

—C'mon guys, you know the General, he's gonna say doggy. —Kix patted him on the shoulder.

—The General probably likes some weird, exotic shit we have never heard off. —Rex chipped in, chuckling while swallowing his oatmeal.

—Well, you know me, I'm not a lazy man. —He crossed his arms over confidently, to which a bunch of clones agreed. —But the sight of a woman riding you? —In an instant a bunch of whistles and screams boomed in agreement.

I saw Fives clenching his fists and going back to his sad bowl. Poor thing, I felt so bad for him.

—But they get tired so quickly. —Kix huffed, to which I just rolled my eyes.

—What? You disagree? —Anakin asked me with sarcasm.

—Good luck finding a woman that'll ride you, Anakin. —I squinted my eyes, putting my fork in my mouth. The clones started shouting "Ohhhh" at the burn.

—Wanna be you? —The clones shouted back louder, shaking the table.

—Hey. —Qui-Gon pointed at Anakin menacingly without taking his eyes off his datapad.

Backing down, Anakin pulled out a sly smile. —I don't think I'll have a problem in that area, sweetheart. But thanks for worrying.

—I have a friend in the cleaning department who is highly interested! —Fives commented, putting his hand up.

—Thank you, Fives. —Anakin thanked him, chuckling on the low when he saw my raging face.

Qui-Gon's commlink started to beep and he huffed when he saw the message he received.

—What's wrong, master? — Obi-Wan wondered at Qui-Gon's disgusted face.

—I have to go to the Death Star. —He rolled his eyes exaggeratedly.

—Today? —Anakin joined in on the questioning, stealing some of my fruit and earning a swat on the hand from me. He smirked, picking my feet again to give a foot rub to content me.

—Apparently. —He squinted his eyes trying to read better. —Why can't people do the things I order? —He growled, aggressively hitting the keys of his device.

—Aren't you too tired to travel? —I added myself in, swallowing the last fruit I had. Anakin stopped paying attention to my feet when he saw me calm again, but I quickly moved them for him to keep going.

—Yeah... —Qui-Gon murmured, not really looking up. —But this is pretty urgent... I should leave tonight.

—You need backup? —Fives asked, and quickly he was being murdered by Anakin's gaze and mine. The last thing we needed was for one of us to be deployed again.

—No, you are all tired. I can handle this for myself. —Qui-Gon sent his message and smiled at us, nodding. —Now if you excuse me, I'll go back to sleep. —He excused himself and got up to leave. But before actually departing, he pointed at his commlink: —If this is the disaster I'm imagining, I'll be gone for a long time, goddammit... —He sighed with closed eyes and massaged his forehead. —Obi-Wan's in charge; Anakin, Phoenix, please, please... try not to give him a stroke and... yeah, basically behave. Fuck it, I'm too tired. Just behave. Okay? —He gave us an accusatory finger and that time he did leave, dragging his feet and coffee mug at hand.

Anakin and I looked at each other, hiding the radiant smiles we wanted to give each other. Trooper by trooper, breakfast time finished and we were alone again, like in the beginning. Before Fives left, he gave me a weird signal, saluting me with two fingers on his forehead as he disappeared through the door. Anakin non-verbally asked me what the hell was wrong with that soldier in particular, to which I only shrugged my shoulders like I had no idea.

—Beautiful day ahead of us. What should we do? —I asked him, grazing his thigh with my foot.

—Dessert? —He wiggled his eyebrows.

I laughed, not hating the idea.

—We could get out of the bedroom. —I proposed, not really behind my own offering.

—We could. —He agreed, nodding slowly as he made a face, like he was being convinced.  —Or, or... —He made a pause and shook his index finger.  —Dessert?

Dessert it was.

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Later that week.

We had been unsupervised for almost a week; Anakin and I were having the time of our lives being free in the open without the fear of getting caught. Not even the meteor shower that had hit Coruscant had ruined our moods; it had ruined our opportunity to have a date out in the real world, but instead we've been staying in, getting to know one another better and, in the simplest words, just trying to not waste any more of our time apart.

Who would say that planning out ambushes to rebels while sharing a blanket and cuddling had the same effect as a candle light dinner?

I still wanted the experience of being taken out, but Anakin insisted on pushing it off until we could properly do something nice. I didn't complain, not when we were spending every day in the same bed and not galaxies apart. Our days consisted of driving lessons around the Imperial building, combined workout sessions, fucking and cuddling. Perfect.

I know Anakin didn't seem like a natural teacher, but I was learning bits of how to drive a speeder. We were in the middle of doing pull ups together, my legs around his waist, when he came up with the idea. And I couldn't refuse, not when he promised rewards if I learned quickly.

Of course some clones had caught up on our little game, some remained clueless, and some... simply didn't care and some others saw it coming (Like commander Cody let me know), but we still tried to deny everything. Even when it was obvious as hell.

Checking the clock, I saw that it was dinner time. Feeling kind of hungry, I walked to the kitchen to see if the food was ready. Even though lunch felt like it was not long ago, my stomach growling was an indicator that I hadn't eaten enough to be full.

The smell of delicious popcorn flooded my nose, forcing me to chase it.

—Obi! You made popcorn! —I yelled when I got to the kitchen, looking at the Sith Lord that was taking the treats out of the microwave.

—No! No! —He pulled up the bowl, taking it out of my reach. —I made popcorn for myself!

—Oh, c'mon! Share some! I'm starving! —I whined, fighting to take the possession out of his grasp.

—Eat properly! Make yourself a sandwich or something! —He looked away as I tried to persuade him by giving him puppy eyes. —No, darling, I will not- No- No! —He said louder when he saw that I stepped closer to him. —Ughhh- Fine! Only because I know you will eat all my popcorn if I don't feed you first.

He then proceeded to make me a (gigantic) sandwich and serve it along with some juice, telling me to follow him to the living room. He thought it would be a good idea for us to continue our movie marathon, to which I quickly agreed. Anakin was stuck on briefings all day and I didn't have anything particularly important to do. Well, I could have worked on finding Windu to win the bet and see Anakin with a tattoo, though watching a new romantic comedy seemed like the most important matter at hand.

—Which one are we going to watch? —I plopped on the couch, making sure I didn't spill anything.

—I was thinking we could watch Titanic, it's a classic. —Obi-Wan cheered, totally excited at the opportunity to see one of his favorite movies. I briefly remembered that one was one of the few that left him like a mess.

—Sure-

—Not Titanic again. —A loud and raspy voice boomed from the hallway, making Obi-Wan and I peeped to see who it was. And if the tingling on my neck and fingers was a sign, I already knew the answer.

—Leave us alone, Anakin, just because you don't like it, doesn't mean that other people won't enjoy it too! —Obi-Wan snarled at him, fasting his search for the movie on the screen.

—It's so stupid! —Anakin huffed, prompting himself up on the back of the couch and taking a seat next to me. He put his arm around my shoulders and moved my leg to rest on his thighs.

—It's tragic, emotional and real! —Obi-Wan said through gritted teeth, clicking the buttons furiously.

—It's not realistic! Which goddamn ship tears apart like that for an ice cube?!

—I didn't say realistic, I said real! —Obi-Wan turned to look at him. —And you have to remember this is a movie from Earth, so don't get all judgy.

—Whatever, it still sucks. —Anakin rolled his eyes, his hand lazily brushing against my inner thigh. My heart fluttered at the intimacy of the act and I remained silent, enjoying it.

—You're just mad because of the door thing. —Obi-Wan expressed like it was the most obvious thing ever.

—They both fit in there! It's so disgustingly selfish of her not to move! There was enough space! —Anakin yelled, the argument getting heated.

Obi-Wan's annoyed expression, along with Anakin's pushinnes was killing me. I tried to hide my amusement, but Obi-Wan's nostrils sent me off.

—The door is a fucking metaphor, Anakin! I've explained this a million times, fuck! —Obi-Wan fired back. —There wasn't enough space for the love of two people of different social standards in the real world! It couldn't have happened, one of them was always meant to lose!

—Bullshit! You know what there's no room for? A fucking metaphor when you're freezing your balls off in the middle of the ocean!

—Ughhh- I can't do this anymore! —Obi-Wan shouted, rubbing his eyes strongly with his palms.

—It's common sense! —Anakin opened his hands in an exasperated gesture. Next he turned around to me, his cheeks red from the yelling and his eyes crazy. —Would you make room for me if we were stranded in the middle of a freezing ocean and we only had one door as protection?

Staring at him with open eyes, my gaze shortly deviated to Obi-Wan who was expecting my answer. I had no idea what they were talking about, however, I knew I had the chance to mess with them.

—It depends. —I finally answered.

—Depends on what? —Anakin barked, acting like I insulted him with such an answer.

—Is there enough room for us in the door? —Obi-Wan cackled as Anakin's nostrils flared.

—Yes! I just said that!

—Well, then yes. —I lifted my shoulders, resting the matter of importance. Anakin then went ahead and took a bite of my sandwich, the one I was about to start eating. —Hey! I already gave you half the door, leave my sandwich alone!

—It's good! Did you make it? —Anakin asked Obi-Wan as I cleaned the sauce out of his chin with my thumb.

—Obviously. —Obi-Wan admitted with a slow voice, mocking Anakin. —Let's watch another movie, I'm not in the mood to fight.

—Put one that is actually good. —Anakin talked before swallowing. He looked at me, hoping I would share another piece of my meal, which I denied. But after a couple of torturous seconds of staring at his puppy eyes, I gave up and brought the sandwich closer to his mouth.

—Didn't you have a meeting? —I whined to Anakin after he took a bite larger than I intended, to which he could only mumble something about pushing it.

—The only one that you like is the one with the poem. —Obi-Wan huffed, shaking his head as he browsed through the options on the platform.

—I like when they punch the guy at the end! —Anakin defended.

—Which one? —I asked, passing my glass of juice to Anakin after taking some sips myself.

— "10 things I hate about you". —Obi-Wan sighed, nevertheless, he snapped his neck to face us, a smirk breaking on his lips. —Yeah, let's watch that one...—He started nodding, like he had a brilliant idea.

He pressed play, the initial montage starting.

—You two seemed to forget where we are... —He grumbled, walking towards us to remove my leg from Anakin's lap and sit between us. —Now I'm going to sit here because, one, I don't want you making out in the middle of the movie, and two, I have the popcorn.

Anakin rolled his eyes and tried to fight Obi-Wan on that, but the man wouldn't back down, and instead shushed him.

—Actually, I'm very proud of you two, you're not locked in a room. —Obi-Wan praised with a joyful smile as he swallowed his popcorn.

—Don't push me, old man. —Anakin growled, catching some popcorn he threw in the air.

We were a quarter into the movie when I had already decided that I loved it, the main character contributing to that. I couldn't help, but notice how Obi-Wan would look back and forth from Anakin to me every time the protagonists would have an interaction or start an argument. We would both frown at his intrusion, having no idea why he would do it.

Patrick: Well maybe you're not afraid of me but I'm sure you've thought about me naked, huh?

Kat: [sarcastically]  Am I that transparent? I want you, I need you, oh baby, oh baby.

Obi-Wan cackled at that scene, turning his head from side to side to see us.

—You don't see it? Maker, you really don't see it, do you? This is great...

And mind you, I was already digging the male co-star, something Anakin didn't approve of.

—How can you like him? I don't get it. —Anakin growled, looking at me confusedly.

—Sure, Phoenix, tell us why you would like a long-haired man, who's utterly confident, smells like bad choices and thinks that he can charm away the problems? —Obi-Wan stared at me, holding in the laugh.

—Hey! —Anakin yelled from behind him. —I got that!

—And why do you like this movie, huh? Is it maybe because of the feisty main character, who is incredibly stubborn, strong-willed with an outstanding sense of self-knowledge who doesn't like to do what others tell her? —Obi-Wan raised his eyebrow.

—Why are all her things good and mine bad? —Anakin loudly scoffed.

—Because she says "thank you" when I make her a sandwich. —Obi-Wan stood up, taking the dishes with him. —This was a great evening, I thoroughly enjoyed it. I'll leave you to it. —He gave us an amusing smile, before his robes flew in the wind, as he strolled out.

Once Obi-Wan was gone, Anakin scooched over, pulling me closer to him.

—So you do have a type, huh? —Anakin smirked, leaning in to kiss me.

—Seems like it. —I wrapped my arms around his neck, letting go of the softness of his lips. —But you haven't sung to me. You're losing on that one.

— I don't sing very pretty, you wouldn't like it. —He shook his head, his curls grazing my forehead.

—I'll be the judge of that. —I caught his lips, intensifying the kiss.

—Do you have black panties? —Anakin raised his eyebrow seductively, referencing the movie, his nose caressing my jaw.

—I have a dozen of black panties...I'm wearing black ones right now. —I hummed in his ear, already clasping his thigh.

—Let's do it here. —Anakin pushed on the couch, climbing on top of me as I laughed.

—Don't you have a meeting? —I asked him, holding him off by his shoulders.

—Yeah, but in like 25 minutes. Why? Wanna do it in the meeting room? —He offered, halfway unbuckling his belt.

—Anakin! —I acted offended, but I was doing nothing to stop him.

—So have you packed your bag? —His bangs tickled me, making me unfocused.

—What? —I said, controlling myself to let him speak.

— You haven't packed your bag, sweetheart? That's not cool, we'll be late.

—Late? To where? What?

—I'm taking you off planet. Didn't I tell you? —He frowned, getting on his side to see me better.

—No! —I exclaimed.

—I just figured... if Coruscant doesn't fix itself for us, we should find another spot for our date, huh? I happen to know the perfect place. —He commented carelessly, trying to act relaxed but laughing when he saw my widened eyes.

—Are you for real? I thought you had forgotten all about it!

—Never. —He shook his head slowly and crunching down to kiss me. —Now pack wisely, we leave tomorrow... And don't forget those sets of black lingerie you were speaking about. I'll be checking luggage beforehand.

—It's up to you getting to see them. —I mumbled on his lips, escalating our kiss.

Game time.

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NO MORE DATE BLUE BALLS. I SWEAR. THAT'S A PINKY PROMISE FROM MY PART!!!

I think it's gonna be really nice and goshhhh! Can't wait for you to see it!

And I do apologize to the Five stans lmaooo. He'll be fine, I swear. Open contest to be Fives' partner here ---->

Happy week to all of you!! Sending lots of love!! And remember to live in the moment, I struggleeee so much with that, so just a friendly reminder :)