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WARNING: Smut! Fingering, female masturbation, dirty talk, dom! Anakin, degrading kink, praise kink, sex tape, Anakin with Clone Wars armor.

A/N: Thank you to all the kind people who always reassure me on my profile posts!! I love you angels, thanks for the replies!! I hope you all enjoy this chapter :) The last bit was really easy to write and I love when ideas just float, you know? :)

Remember that I love to hear your ideas, so if you want to see something in the story, feel free to share! Some of the things in this and upcoming chapters were ideas given by other readers that I absolutely fell in love with <3

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Phoenix's POV

—Do you see the way he trembled when we started to ask questions about Fulcrum?! I'm telling you, he knows something! —I entered the apartment, in a rush and screaming.

Anakin and I were coming back from our dinner with the Organas, which had definitely arised our suspicions about his involvement with the Rebel Alliance. It was not strange to us to have our asses kissed by senators or literally anyone that wanted to have a good relationship with Qui-Gon, so when the night began with a bunch of compliments, we didn't smell anything funny.

Problems started when we tried to address the topic of the Rebel insurgency gaining strength and polluting more Core Worlds. They (his wife and him) would dismiss us, not in a sucking-ass kind of way, but to try and throw us off. Their body language was suspicious as hell and his wife would flinch anytime we mentioned something about a rebel leader. I threw in a trap to see if she would fall for it, where I mentioned that we had caught a king of the Imperial Alliance betraying us and we sent him for execution.

—And that wife of his is not innocent. She knows shit. —Anakin growled with yellow eyes, taking off the cape of his outfit. —They must have colluded with Windu. Bail and him were really close back then in the Republic, I doubt he would refuse Windu help if he asked.

—And how is it possible that after a five-course meal I'm still hungry? —I whined, crossing my arms with exasperation.

—Because those were fun size bites, I swear to the Force. —He agreed with the same rage. —There's some stew left. Want me to heat it up?

—Oh, yes, please. —I nodded with a smile, my mood changing.

Anakin worked on getting the food warm while I still replayed the images of tonight's dinner over and over.

—What was that thing he said about the rebels moving south? —I reminisced about a small part of our conversation about the rebel bases.

—When he said that the rebels know how dangerous the Imperial presence is at the Core Worlds and that's why we were crazy for thinking that they may be moving closer?

—Yeah, that, whatever... —I waved my hand, my eyes glued to the horizon. —Why would he send us down the galaxy?

—Probably because Windu's shelter is in the opposite direction. —Anakin took out the tupperware and placed it in front of us, giving me a spoon to dig in together.

—Thank you, baby. —I thanked him, taking a bite of the seasoned meat. —Mhmm, it's seriously so good, Ani.

—Thanks, princess. It's the first thing I learned to prepare. —He explained to me, grabbing some vegetables with a triumphant smile.

—Really? Is this from Tatooine?

—Yeah, my mom used to make this at least twice a week. —He grinned, slurping down some of the broth.

—Awww... so cute. — Not capable of holding back, I gave him a quick peck. —But coming back to Organa... you think he may be hiding Windu here?

—No. He would have never accepted us here if so. We would have sensed his presence. —He shook my head as he chewed.  Anakin summoned his datapad and presented a hologram of the whole galaxy. —Let's focus on this zone alone. —He pointed at the north Outer Rim.

— Felucia is a great hiding place, too many contraband going around. His ship would easily blend it. — I suggested.

—No, too many snitches. —He shook his head. —Mandalore is a neutral planet, they would have never accepted him. Dantooine is flooded with our presence and Dathomir is too hostile to be habited for long periods of time. —Anakin analyzed the map carefully. I gave my best to not give him "fuck-me" eyes when he got into his General persona, standing up with crossed arms and leaning against the kitchen island.

But he looked so damn hot proving his knowledge.

—How about Lah'mu? It's too far away for us to even try to get close. —I pointed at the dot in the map that was infiltrating our living room.

—Ever since Ki-Adi's death he needs to be closer... be alert for any surprise attack. —Anakin rubbed his chin, making me notice his chin dimple. —But this is all for nothing. We have a database of all their bases. The one that almost gets you killed, remember? It's useless, we would know by now.

—Show me that database. —I petitioned, trying to prove a point that just hit me.

Anakin clicked some keys and the whole map changed to have red points in specific planets; our pins to the bases.

—Why did Alaris Prime just disappear? —I quickly signaled him the missing dot. —Run the code of the map.

Anakin stared with an intrigued face, licking the insides of his cheek before doing what I ordered. He scoffed after some seconds, handing me the datapad with a proud grin.

—The database only includes planets.

—That means that they could be hiding in a moon. —I smiled mischievously, entering deeper in the holomap.

—That's right. —Anakin followed me, situating himself in front of a specific planet: Yavin. —And I know just the place. —His Sith eyes ignited again, a darker yellow this time. —Yavin 4, sacred place of the Old Republic Jedi... they would go and meditate in some ancient and mystical pyramids. Pyramids big enough to hide a whole platoon of rebels... and a very sneaky Jedi. —He finalized, nodding confidently.

—So we got him. —I smiled at Anakin, no doubt my irises reflecting his. —We should tell Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan.

—We should...—He agreed. —Tomorrow. —He hissed. —They are going to deploy us again. —He threw his head back, obnoxious.

—Maybe this time... It'll be together. —I got on my tippy toes to match his height and hugged him by his shoulders, nuzzling our noses.

—That's true. —He was peppering kisses across my jaw, softly rubbing his hands across my back. He felt warm, the skin where his eyelashes would graze tantalizing.

—Ani? —I asked him, closing my eyes to let myself be swept away by his tenderness.

—Mhm? —He hummed, rubbing circles on my lower back as he filled me with gentle pecks on the crook of my neck.

—I just wanna cuddle tonight... I'm too tired. —I yawned, proving my point.

—Whatever you want, princess. —He picked me up in the air and carried me to the bedroom, where he carefully placed me on the bed. He stripped naked and put on a pair of loose, black pants to sleep in. —Where are your pajamas, sweetheart?

—It's in your drawer... —I crawled up the bed to remove the extra cushions and take off the cover.

—You are wearing my shirt as your pajamas? —He dropped his right hip in a sassy manner.

—Yeah. —I shrugged my shoulders like it was no big deal. —Now give it to me,  so you can cuddle me. It's freezing tonight. —I called him in with a pout... and he instantly obeyed.

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Anakin and I made the most of our last morning in Alderaan.

After a session of lazy, steamy morning sex to make up for our quiet night (where Anakin proved that not even an "I love you" can tone down a degradation kink), we spent until the middle of the day cuddling and touching each other, talking about everything and about nothing. It was good to know that our little timeless bubble was transportable all around the galaxy.

But duty called and we had to answer.

Anakin was currently trying to land his ship inside the hangar, officially ending our love escapade. We looked at each other with defeated smiles before we got out of the ship and into the real world. My foot wasn't even firmly pressed against the floor when Taaray came on and reported to me everything that had happened since I left, pushing her datapad to me. Similarly, Rex did the same to Anakin, inevitably guiding us to two different paths. However, we stopped them to answer Obi-Wan's call.

The man that expected us was in fact not Obi-Wan, but what remained.

His eyes were red in exhaustion, his beard not properly trimmed as always and the bags under his eyes were as far as possible from flattering.

—Obi? —I knocked on his door, waking him up from the nap he had fallen into. On his hand.

—What? —He woke up suddenly at the sound of my voice. —Are you back already?

—Obi-Wan, you gathered us... —Anakin replied, taking out the used coffee mug out of the desk and clearing out the space for Obi-Wan.

—Oh, right...—He shook his head, recovering. —I cannot do this anymore, guys. I hate Qui-Gon's job. —He lamented with a pained face. —It's appalling, all I see are papers all day long and there are always mistakes and people can't type correctly even if their lives depended on it...Maker, I'm losing my mind.

—C'mon, you need some fresh air, c'mon. —Anakin pushed him up, taking him to the balcony in Qui-Gon's office. Meanwhile, I called in one of the service people to bring us a cup of tangerine tea, that could get us Obi-Wan's sanity back.

I rubbed Obi-Wan's back as he breathed in the fresh air, the wind messing up with his hair and his cloak.

—I'm too young to be this old. —He exhaled heavily.

—Don't worry, no doubt Qui-Gon is coming back soon. —I tried to reassure him. —You'll be free.

—I'll never be free... —He whispered, letting himself go in the wind and filling his lungs with oxygen. Somehow, I knew that had double meaning, besides the hateful paperwork. —What is it that you find out that couldn't wait?

—Oh, yeah... I think we should get Qui-Gon first. —I nodded, still hugging Obi-Wan.

So we arranged a holocall with Qui-Gon to update him about our suspicions on Organa and Yavin 4. Anakin and I took turns to explain our theory, complementing what the other said and reuniting the pieces of the puzzle together. Qui-Gon hummed for a little while, brushing his beard as he meditated on our proposal of a deployment to Yavin 4.

—My first question is... What the hell happened to you, Obi-Wan? —Qui-Gon stared concerningly with widened.

—Oh, I'm fine... —Obi-Wan sipped on his cup of the tea, which brought him calmness. —Just tired.

—You got to the quarter budgets, don't you? —Qui-Gon tried to repress a laugh.

—Yes! —Obi-Wan exclaimed.

—Yeah... those take your soul away... —Qui-Gon lost himself on a point in the horizon. —So, getting to the real business. How sure are you about Windu on Yavin 4?

—We're not. —Anakin began. —But it makes so much sense that it's an idea worth exploring. We have nothing to lose.

—It does make sense...—Qui-Gon agreed, meditating. —And you two worked together on this? —Qui-Gon switched his gaze from Anakin and to me quickly, beamng proudly when we both nodded. —I love to hear that. I think we're finally seeing progress between you two.

If he only knew.

—I'm approving this mission. —Qui-Gon finally stated. — I think we are going in the right direction.

—Great! So when do we leave?  —I asked excitedly. I had not ripped some rebels' heads apart in a while.

—Oh, no. —Qui-Gon winced with a hiss. —You're not going, sweetie. I need you on a mission I'm doing in the Outer Rim. You know your way around better than anyone. —He explained with a soft voice. —Obi-Wan can take your place. He sure needs to get out of there. —Our master's concern came back to his face.

—Oh... B-but- —My gut was screaming at me to put up a fight, to try and persuade him to not only let me go with Anakin, but to let me lead the mission I created myself. Call it authority issues, call it a soft spot, but I just couldn't go against Qui-Gon's petition. —Okay, you may count with me, master. —I finally bowed my head in respect.

—Don't worry, it's a short one. If we are done before they are, you can meet them up there. No problem. —He reassured me. —Said that, how about if you go off next week? It'll give Obi-Wan time to sleep and come back to himself and allow you two to prepare a battle strategy, okay?

We all nodded quietly.

—Great. I must leave. Krennic is driving me crazy. — Master Jinn rolled his eyes and succeeded at making us laugh on the low. —I'll come back home by the end of the week, just in time to send you off. Later, guys! Thank you for your hard work.

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Days later...

—Are you ready? —I screamed, getting all giggly. If I was anymore excited, the pillow I was hugging would explode. It was his going away party, or maybe I should say it was mine.

—Yeah... —Anakin raised his voice from inside his bathroom.

—Okay, come out! I want to see you!  —I got on my knees, pumped with anticipation.

The door squeaked open slowly, my heart beating when I saw the shadow coming from behind it until the figure was out there for my eyes to admire.  It was better than I thought.

—So... what do we think? —Anakin got out and leaned himself on the doorframe, dressed up with his old Jedi General armor. —Does it live up to your expectations?

The structure by itself wasn't that different from his normal attire, but he was out of his classically black and brown fabrics into some grayish, almost blue and some burgundy ones.  However, it was the hard durasteel protecting his chest and shoulder that had a chokehold on me.

[SMUT STARTS]

It was a clear reminder of how he was out through the toughest physical tests and thrived. It was a sign of glory, because he was a war hero, the most powerful warrior across the galaxy. Anakin was a big, tall man, I was aware of that, yet it seemed like that fact would only be rubbed on my face when he was in a position of power. Reminding me of the absolute god-like creature that would crawl into bed with me every night, ready to bruise every single inch of me with his big hands... and even bigger cock. And if the armor itself wasn't proof enough, his arms were tightening the fabric with his toned muscles.

Strong enough to win battles.. and manhandle me to his own desires.

—Seems like it's working. —Anakin smiled a teasing grin, walking to me to tilt my chin up. —Is this what I look like when I'm drooling over your lingerie? —His joke was not well received by me and my wanting core.

—No...You look dumber. —My teasing smile replicated his as I laid back, relaxing to take control of the situation. After all, it was my private show.

—Oh, yeah? —He cocked an eyebrow, smirking down when he saw me squeeze my legs together, the hazy atmosphere getting to me.

—Yeah. —I looked up to him through my eyelashes, biting my lip so I wouldn't beg for him to stuff my throat with his fat cock.

—Why do you lie to me, sweetheart? Huh? —He took my foot, putting it on his shoulder to kiss my ankles, his hand scratching from my calves all the way to my inner thigh, but never going higher. The results of his unhurried groping translated into pulses on my heat.—Is it fun to pretend that you don't like me? That your ever serving pussy doesn't get all excited to see me in this uniform?

My breath hitched at my throat when his clasp tightened, his pupils hardening when my body tried to neglect the effects he had on me. —You're not a good soldier. Good soldier follows orders. —Anakin stated, yanking me until I was on the edge of the bed, my legs split open for him to see my soak undies. — You're not the only one that loves the praise, princess... and you're not earning it tonight.

My hands went up to use his hair as leverage to start kissing him, but he grabbed my wrists and shook his head leisurely while his tongue made a ticking sound against his teeth.

—The little princess thinks she can have whatever she wants, whenever she wants? —His face got closer to mine, which triggered more heat to come up to my cheeks. He didn't like when I didn't respond, so he tugged at my hair with a hardened face, the dark side of him taking over completely. —I asked a question.

—Y-Yes. —I swallowed, fighting the urge to shut my knees together when he put his between my thighs.

—I think it's up to me to fix that. —He grinned wickedly, loving how receptive I was of his commanding position. —And maybe... just maybe if I'm happy with your performance, I'll let you enjoy the surprise I have for you. —He tilted his head in a condescending manner. —Want a little preview as motivation?

Anakin didn't give me enough time to nod when he was pressing his metal hand against my damped panties... and it was vibrating, right on my bundle of nerves.

—A-Ana- Anakin! —I gasped when he pressed harder, his chuckle widening his beam.— Oh, yes! There! —I let my head hang backwards, my back arching at the same time.

—I made it just for you, baby... Thought it might help you out. Is it good? —He started to fondle me on the right spots to get my toes curling. —Yeah? Do you see how I think of you? How to make you feel better?

I nodded desperately when I saw him pulling away from my lack of response. But the constant vibrating mixed with the continuous stare were sending me off orbit.

—What are you going to do without me for the whole time I'm out? —He mumbled, kissing the edges of my open lips. —Are you going to miss me? Miss the feeling of getting dicked down real good?

—Yes, Ani, yes! —I whimpered when he topped it off a notch, the circular motions not helping my case. —I'll miss you, baby, of course. —I moaned, bucking my hips to intensify the pleasure.

—I wish I could see this face whenever... wherever. —He brushed my messy hair off my face, his free hand taking its sweet time to caress my cheek. —Do you imagine me, jerking off to your cumming face when you're not around to do it yourself? You like that, don't you? To make me suffer for you?

I was seconds away from staining his hands, if he kept that pace. And he could see it. He knew that he was about to complete the mission, my eyes watering along with my trembling muscles. I grabbed Anakin's hand to press it harder, humping it to have the relief I was yearning for.  So Anakin's final motion was to pull my panties aside and touch my clit directly with the cold durasteel; my orgasm breaking out immediately. Anakin held me through the electric shockwaves, relishing on my pathetic crying and my tensed up body.

Crawling on top of me until we were face to face, Anakin nuzzled my nose. — What do you say if we make a sextape?

So normal Anakin was back.

—What? —I breathed out, still confused.

—Now that we're being deployed, I don't want to see myself waiting another three months to see that sweet mouth of yours opening due to pleasure. —He leaned down to kiss me dirty, massaging my hip with the one hand that wasn't supporting him on the bed. —It'll be fun, just you and me... and a camera taping the way I absolutely fuck you dumb.

—Yeah... —I moaned, using my leg to press his groin down to my aching core.

—You want to do it? —He repeated, stepping down from our pornographic entanglement to give me space to think.

—As long as you don't share it with anyone- —I threatened him, pushing him long enough for him to see my serious face in its totality. — -and you swear to protect it-

—Of course. —He pledged, showing that he felt insulted by the terms. —I'd never.

—Then... I say, let's do it. —My teeth grazed his lips, cupping his face. —Bring the camera, General.

[SMUT ENDS]

[THIS SMUT WILL BE BACK.]

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The next day...

The dreadful day had arrived. Anakin was leaving today.

—So you're really leaving... —An obnoxious sigh breathed out of me. —Why don't you just say no? Obi-Wan can do it alone.  — I hoped my proposal would have a different answer this time. After asking him six times already.

—Would you say no to Qui-Gon when he directly orders you to take on a mission? —Anakin raised his eyebrow.

—No... —I pouted my lips, watching him load some boxes into the ships.

—I'll try to get it done in one week. Tops. — He assured me, standing in front of me, grabbing my waist and giving me a peck.

Let's say that the whole "hiding" thing was exclusive to Qui-Gon at this point. We were in a hidden corner of the hangar, but that didn't mean other clones couldn't see us. In fact, I knew some were trying to overhear us.

—I could do it in less. — Rolling my eyes, I crossed my arms, flexing one hip.

—Why don't you tell Qui-Gon that? —He matched my posture, mocking me.

I tried, I thought.

It was a profound "no" from the beginning, even when I heavily insisted that it was something that I really wanted to do and I promised that he wouldn't hear a peep coming from any of us. It would be a professional and calm mission... outside the bedroom (I omitted that last comment, for obvious reasons). Qui-Gon ordered me to stop pressing on the matter and that he had me placed on another mission to the Outer Rim with him for a reason.

Although I was persistent on going, I couldn't dismiss this feeling inside of me that there was something strange going on with that mission. There was a heavy cloud that wouldn't allow me to see clearly, but the distress that it was causing was unusual. The idea of Anakin going, beyond triggering my feelings of solitude, alarmed me. The reason was yet to be figured out.

—He would never let me go. Not when he has planned a mission for us already. —I grimaced, checking how all the troopers were finishing up packing. With an empty-feeling stomach, I realized it was almost time to say goodbye. Again.

—Then I guess next time we see us I'll finally tell you what I've envisioned for your tattoo. —He sucked his teeth, overly confident. That changed my mood a bit. —I can feel it, he's on Yavin 4.

—Keep dreaming, Ani. You're the one that's gonna have some ink. — I chuckled, accepting his embrace around my waist.

—As long as I keep seeing this pretty face in my sleep, never wake me up. —Anakin leaned in to kiss me, really taking his time. Gladly, I followed his moves, my hands cupping his cheeks. Maybe it was all in my head and I was just throwing a tantrum because I was going to miss him terribly. After a while of just languidly assaulting each other's mouth, Anakin whispered: —I don't know how I will survive another trip without you.

Me neither, was my first thought. But instead of bringing the mood down, I thought I made as well give him a pleasant surprise.

—I might have something to help you out. —I bit my lip, taking something out of one of the pockets of my suit. —Thought I might add to your private collection.

I hid in his deep brown top pieces the freshly taken polaroids, three more photos to be exact: one of them with a new set of lingerie that he had bought on Alderaan. His gasp and tightening of his grasp on my waist were indicators of his appreciation.

—It's the one that will be waiting for you when you come back. —I flattened the collar of his robes, my lips impossibly close to his. —So you better hurry.

—Now that's the set of panties I should have taken. —He winked at me, with that sly smile of his that would melt all of Hoth.

—You stole my-  —I almost yelled, but I was stopped by him. —You stole my panties? Which ones? —I shushed, laughing at the end.

—I didn't steal them! I earned them. —He corrected me, pressing me closer to him. —I thought it might be a great aid for when I see the tape.

Oh, the tape.

—You gotta be really careful with that! I'm serious Anakin. That cannot see the light of day, okay? —I threatened him, no doubt my Sith eyes were making an appearence.

—I swear it will be for my eyes only. —His tongue lingered around my earlobe, succeeding at calming me down. — Again, and again, and again... —He nibbled around, his licks getting more playful as he spoke each word and soon his hands joined in to tickle me.

—Okay, okay! Stop, I trust you! I trust you! —I cackled, capturing his hands to freeze him.

—You do? —His teasing was evident, although the glint of his eyes was more real than he would like to admit.

—Yes, I trust you. —Enveloping him in my arms, I indulged Anakin in one of those tender kisses he enjoyed so much. The type that would reassure him after what I had pulled the last couple of days, acting like the "L-word" declaration never happened. —More than anyone.

—Is that so? —He swung me from side to side, dropping tiny kisses all over my lips.

—Yes, so don't let me down, Skywalker. —I played with the tip of his fingers, getting his flesh hand close so I could show it some love. His romantic ass adored the gesture of me kissing his knuckles and I adored the smile that came out of it. —I trust you, baby.

That last affirmation worked, in my own way, as a way to express the feeling he so desperately wanted me to say. I wasn't exactly sure when I was going to say the three magic words, or if I was ever going to say them. The L word was basically a trigger for me; just thinking about it resembled the sensation of my throat being shut and the weight of the world being dumped on my chest.

But I was getting there, in terms of resolving my true sentiments towards him. I was just asking for a little patience and no expectations on a close deadline. I had to do it on my own rhythm.

—You two have thirty seconds before Qui-Gon arrives, so make the most of it, kids. —Obi-Wan rushed by, checking some things off his list. —And for my sake, please do it quietly and facing the wall.

—Thirty seconds before you leave. How should we spend them? —I bit my lips, only to puckered them up to receive the smooches that Anakin so gently pressed against me.

—Is it too sappy to say that I just want to look at you for as long as I can? —He murmured, grazing my face with the back of his hand.

—It is. —I chuckled, nodding my head, making our noses touched given that our foreheads were attached together. —Lucky for you, I like it and I'll make an exception for you.

—Why, thank you. —And we spent the hellish, limited time we had focused on leaving each other's taste behind.

—Time! —Obi-Wan yelled 5 seconds before our parade got ruined.

Anakin put me aside like he was holding something on fire, yet he didn't want to let go; like the act of leaving my touch would kill him or something.

—Go, go, go! —I pushed him, giggling at his exaggerated mortified face, albeit he still ran to meet the 501st like he was talking about something important.

—I'm here, sorry for being late everyone! Let's do a quick run down of the plan and then we can send you off. —Qui-Gon opened the doors with a loud boom and hurried to meet Obi-Wan and Anakin, clapping his hands together when they presented him the mission analysis.

—See, I told you Obi-Wan... —Anakin drifted off the conversation onto the techniques they were going to use when they landed on Yavin 4. He was doing that thing that drove me hormonally insane, where he would get all authoritative and demanding, taking out his full General persona and I was here for it.

"Could you please, at least, try not to stare down?" His eyes landed subtly on me, as he communicated telepathically.

"Then stop being so hot." He smirked to me, nodding at something Rex asked him."You'll have a lot to make for when you come back, sir."

"Happy to do so, sweetheart."

—Looks like you're all set. —Qui-Gon approved the last bits of the plan and gave the whole crew a big thumbs up. —Please be careful. We have serious suspicions that Mace Windu is on Yavin 4. Even though you will be camping outside the rebel perimeter the first few days, we should be expecting an early attack on their part. —Qui-Gon stated, the worrying clear on his face. —You two, I don't know better leaders than you, but you can never be too cautious with these rats. —Qui-Gon pointed at Obi-Wan and Anakin before hugging them and palming their backs.

—We've got this, don't worry. Rebels are our specialty. —Obi-Wan assured him.

—If you wanted a true leader, you should have sent me. —I talked from behind Qui-Gon's back, him shivering at the surprise attack. —Sorry there, Master. —I laughed, accepting his side hug and stayed there as he rubbed my arm. —Just came here to say goodbye to our brave warriors. —I pronounced the adjective extra sarcastically.

—Coming here to say goodbye to me, princess? I knew you cared. —Anakin played along, just like the good old days... that weren't so long ago.

—What can I say? There's no better view than seeing your ass leaving. —For the external circle, that comment would easily pass as a mean joke, but between us two he knew it had a whole different meaning. He knew I really did enjoy looking at his ass, but could anyone blame me? It was so firm and soft at the same time, and squeezing it will always rile him up real good during sex.

—It's not fair, if I had made a comment like that about your ass, Qui-Gon would have already sent me flying across the room. —Anakin scoffed, crossing his arms.

—You bet. —Qui-Gon nodded, acting all tough and dad-like.

—Why?! —Anakin whined. —You raised me too!

—Because I know she doesn't mean it like you do. —Qui-Gon looked down on him, raising his eyebrow at the end.—Anyhow, you're just in time to send them off to their mission, young one.

—Happy to sit this one out. —Obi-Wan admitted to an act of defeat. —I'm not really at an age where I can go spontaneously camping anymore.

—Oh, I know this one is eager to go and face some action. —Qui-Gon squeezed me in, shaking me in his embrace. —But I need her as a guide on the Outer Rim.

—Again. —I rolled my eyes and huffed, earning a glare from Qui-Gon. I laughed at his reaction. —I'm kidding, it's okay. —I shrugged my shoulders. —Let's go back to the old, sandy and smelly Outer Rim. —I pretended to gag.

—See, Anakin, you could switch with her. —Qui-Gon joked, ripping a chortle from everyone around, except a frowning Anakin. —Well, I think you two are all loaded up. See you soon, I hope. —Qui-Gon nodded, hugging them one last time.

—Take care, Obi. —I hugged him tightly, feeling his strong arms wrapped around me. —I need you to come back soon, I'll be surviving on a diet of canned food. —He vibrated under me, indicating me that my comment made him chuckle. I separated, clasping on his shoulders to emphasize my concern.—No, for real, be careful.

—I'll be okay, darling. —He reassured me, gently caressing my arms and kissing my forehead.

I saw that Anakin and Qui-Gon were entertained discussing one last thing about the tents, so I felt comfortable enough that they weren't listening me to whisper to Obi-Wan:

—Take care of him, Obi. Please, for me. —I looked over my shoulder to see the way he laughed and my heart sank to the possibility that anything could happen to him. —I sense something dark about this mission. I don't like it.

—Leave him to me, nothing will happen. —He nodded to me and squeezed me in his arms, gently moving his hands up and down on me. —It's most likely that he will save me.

We were in the middle of laughing when the other two approached us.

—Ready? —Obi-Wan asked Anakin, on his way to pick up his datapad, leaving us alone. Not fully because people were still around.

—Yeah. —He responded, his eyes landing on me. —Guess it's goodbye then. —Anakin stretched his hand to me, expecting that I would take it. —See you soon, princess.

—See you in a week, right? —Raising my left eyebrow, I waited for his confirmation: his laugh and movement of his head working as a yes. — Then good luck out there, General Skywalker. I'll be... impatient for your return.

—Keep that thought in mind. —He finally winked, tightening his hold for some seconds before letting go, his fingers dragging through my palms, burning me.

—Man, do I hate to see you go... but I love to see your ass leave. —Anakin full-on laughed at that and I smirked at him, finally pushing him to go, with all the dread in my heart.

—Since when are you funny? —He arched his eyebrow, wincing fakely.

—Oh, fuck you. I hate you. —I pushed him, laughing. Anakin smiled, but didn't imitate my giggles, standing still. On the contrary, his eyes bore into mine with an agonizing patience.

—Well, I don't. —The corner of his lips went up again before he left, leaving me with the air stuck in my lungs and a goofy smile threatening to join in my flushed cheeks.

Anakin turned around with hesitant feet and marched up the ramp quickly, catching up to the rest of the group in the ship. The rest of us that were there just to wish them farewell lined up in front of the cruiser, waiting for it to jump to hyperspace so we could return to our everyday tasks. Anakin was maybe about half-way through the tilted pathway when he contacted me through our Force-bond.

"Enjoying the view?" He asked, looking over his shoulder.

"Wait, let me get my camera." He let out a burst of laughter before the doors started to close off.

In a couple of minutes, the big machine had levitated from the floor and drove off into the sky, disappearing in a shot of lighting in no time.

—I've a bad feeling about this. —I mumbled, shaking the hair out of my face, in an attempt for the nod of tears in my throat to dissipate.

—Me too. —Qui-Gon replied in a serious tone, leaving us in silence.

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A/N: I DID IT. I DID INCLUDE THE SEX TAPE. The second my queen @this-is-the-way proposed it, I loved the idea. And here it is (The smut will be included later on, yes, don't worry!) No need to call the smut police lmaooo

Do you think something will happen to the guys? What's on your mind? I love to hear your theories!!

I WILL NOT APOLOGIZE FOR FINDING ANAKIN'S ARMOR HOT. My only wish for Kenobi was CW flashbacks, just to see Hayden with the CW outfit *crying face*

Thank you for being here! Love you all!! Until next week!!